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The listed below is a complete totally free post from a current edition of Bitcoin Magazine Pro, Bitcoin Magazine's premium markets newsletter. To be amongst the very first to get these insights and other on-chain bitcoin market analysis directly to your inbox, subscribe now The Merge On September 15, Ethereum is preparing to undergo its long-promised "Merge," where the procedure will move from a PoW (proof-of-work) agreement system to a PoS (proof-of-stake) agreement system. In this report, we will supply information on how the proof-of-stake system works for Ethereum, utilizing technical meanings offered from Ethereum files. Second, we will assess the transfer to proof-of-stake from very first concepts, which will consist of a description regarding why much of the thinking for the relocation is perhaps flawed. Last, we will cover the threat aspects of the Ethereum PoS system comparing and contrasting the governance to Bitcoin and a PoW agreement system to articulate the basic distinctions in between the systems. This piece was partly influenced by Glassnode's Lead Analyst, Checkmate's most current deal with Why The Ethereum Merge is a Monumental Blunder The Basics With the shift in agreement systems, Ethereum moves its block production far from GPU (graphics processing system) miners over to staking validators. Validators: " To get involved as a validator, a user needs to transfer 32 ETH into the deposit agreement and run 3 different pieces of software application: an execution customer, an agreement customer, and a validator. On transferring their ether, the user signs up with an activation line that restricts the rate of brand-new validators signing up with the network. As soon as triggered, validators get brand-new blocks from peers on the Ethereum network. The deals provided in the block are re-executed, and the block signature is examined to make sure the block stands. The validator then sends out a vote (called an attestation) in favor of that block throughout the network." - Ethereum.org Validators play block production far from miners, and notably, move the class structure far from real life energy input (in the type of hashes) towards capital, in the type of staked ether. Security: "The risk of a 51% attack still exists on proof-of-stake as it does on proof-of-work, however it's even riskier for the assailants. An enemy would require 51% of the staked ETH (about $15,000,000,000 USD). They might then utilize their own attestations to guarantee their favored fork was the one with the most collected attestations. The 'weight' of collected attestations is what agreement customers utilize to identify the appropriate chain, so this opponent would have the ability to make their fork the canonical one. A strength of proof-of-stake over proof-of-work is that the neighborhood has versatility in installing a counter-attack. The truthful validators might choose to keep structure on the minority chain and neglect the enemy's fork while motivating apps, exchanges, and swimming pools to do the very same. They might likewise choose to by force eliminate the enemy from the network and damage their staked ether. These are strong financial defenses versus a 51% attack" - Ethereum.org The Ethereum site declares that the security will be more powerful in a PoS agreement system instead of a PoW agreement system, however we consider this to be extremely questionable. While a proof-of-work procedure relies simply on financial rewards and real life physical restraints to protect the chain versus opponents in the type of an attack, PoS depends on "social governance" through slashing to try to keep stakers sincere. To clarify even more, to 51% attack the Bitcoin network (to carry out a double invest), an assaulter would require access to an enormous quantity of physical facilities and energy resources in the kind of ASIC miners, electrical facilities, and (low-cost) energy, prior to an attack is even tried. To top everything off,

any theoretical enemy that does access to these things will rapidly understand it is more affordable to merely be a sincere miner. With proof-of-stake, stakers are kept truthful through slashing, where hostile peers see their ether get ruined (for actions such as proposing numerous blocks in the very same slot or breaking agreement). In the case of possible censorship by a dominant bulk of stakers (more on this later), there is a choice for a minority soft fork. To quote Vitalik Buterin, " For other, harder-to-detect attacks ( especially, a 51% union censoring everybody else), the neighborhood can collaborate on a minority user-activated soft fork (UASF) in which the enemy's funds are as soon as again mostly damaged (in Ethereum, this is done through the "lack of exercise leakage system"). No specific "difficult fork to erase coins" is needed; with the exception of the requirement to collaborate on the UASF to choose a minority block, whatever else is automated and merely following the execution of the procedure guidelines." Miner Extractable Value (MEV) MEV is an abbreviation of "Miner Extractable Value" that has actually just recently altered to "Maximal Extractable Value" which describes the revenues that can be made by drawing out worth from Ethereum users through block production. Given the huge monetary application community developed on Ethereum, there is typically an arbitrage chance in the purchasing of deals. The manufacturers of blocks can reorder, sandwich (the act of front-running a big order, just to utilize their market order as exit liquidity to benefit from the spread), or censor deals within blocks being produced. It usually impacts DeFi users connecting with automatic market makers and other apps. Treasury Sanctions And The Looming Threat Of OFAC Regulations Last week, the U.S. Treasury revealed that Tornado Cash was contributed to the U.S. OFAC (Office of Foreign Assets Control) SDN list (the list of specifically designated nationals with whom Americans and American services are not permitted to negotiate). The sanctions put on Tornado Cash were especially noteworthy due to the fact that they were positioned not on a specific person or specific digital wallet address, however rather using a wise agreement procedure, which in one of the most standard type is simply info. The precedent set by these actions are not perfect for open-source software application advancement. Regardless of the legal and constitutional precedent of the relocation, the action from stakeholders throughout the Ethereum and DeFi environments was the most significant eyeopener. Simply hours after the Treasury included Tornado Cash to the SDN list, Circle, provider of $535 billion stablecoin USDC, had actually upgraded its blacklist to consist of every approved address and clever agreement, formally dissolving holders of USDC from connecting with the procedure, and even taking a percentage of funds. USDT and USDC s tablecoin supply Circle launched the following declaration following the relocation," Circle is a managed business that developed, and now handles and releases among the biggest dollar digital currencies worldwide. We adhere with sanctions and compliance requirements, and have actually done so for years, since developing a quicker, much safer, and more effective method to move worth internationally needs trust, and due to the fact that it's the law. That trust has actually assisted USD Coin (USDC) grow enormously in the last couple of years and has actually developed USDC throughout the digital property economy worldwide." - Circle blog site This triggered a domino effect in the DeFi environment, where much of the facilities that had actually been developed on top of/ around USDC, while it had actually now ended up being progressively apparent that this wasn't a sustainable long-lasting option for allegedly decentralized financing MakerDAO In specific, there started to be an increasing quantity of stress over DeFi procedure

MakerDAO, which leverages the Ethereum blockchain to produce an over-collateralized soft-pegged stablecoin utilizing blockchain-based security. Lending platforms and so-called "decentralized" exchanges Despite the lots of defects of utilizing TVL (overall worth locked) as a procedure, Maker's location atop the list for DeFi procedures is informing. Within a community that saw explosive development post 2020, Maker's increase was amongst the most meteoric. MakerDAO permits users to produce DAI (an algorithmic stablecoin) by transferring security possessions into Maker Vaults, which has actually ended up being progressively dependent on USDC. At the time of composing, Maker has around $1044 billion in possessions secured its vaults, with $7.23 billion of DAI provided versus that security. Shown listed below is the portion of MakerDAOs security that is USDC in addition to the aggregate USDC worth in the pane listed below: MakerDAO's USDC share of overall properties It is troublesome when the structure of a so-called decentralized monetary transformation is so dependent on security that's the liability of a main provider. However, you can't actually blame Maker for its dependence on USDC. They are trying to resolve a financial issue that has actually existed for centuries. As an outcome of trying to peg DAI to $1, the designers of MakerDAO dealt with the timeless currency peg trilemma. Financial history has actually revealed that it is just possible to attain 2 of 3 wanted policy results at one time: Setting a set currency exchange rate Allowing capital to stream easily without any set currency exchange rate arrangement Autonomous financial policy In the case of DAI, MakerDAO's algorithmic stablecoin, the alternatives are comparable, however the current Treasury sanctions and subsequent compliance on behalf of Circle has actually led MakerDAO to question its increasing dependence on USDC: The trilemma in Maker's case is the following: Maintain USD peg Abandon stablecoins as security Scale MakerDAO Maker can just pick 2 of the 3 alternatives. With the current advancements with USDC, it looks like Maker is thinking about the latter 2, with the repercussion being the desertion of the USD peg for DAI. With this choice, the concept was drifted to transform all USDC into ETH, offered the bearer possession nature of the cryptocurrency property relative to the tokenized liability of Circle, a central organization managed by the U.S. federal government. This caused an action from Vitalik Buterin, which highlighted the dangers of backing an algorithmic stablecoin with volatility security (albeit overcollateralized as it presently stands). This is a big issue for the DeFi area in basic. How do you develop a decentralized environment of borrowing/lending, when the extremely thing that remains in the most require to be obtained is a permissioned "off-chain" possession (the U.S. dollar)? Algorithmic stablecoins are possible, however need over-collateralization and leave users vulnerable to the threat of margin calls/liquidation if the cost of the vowed security drops. The progressively understood danger of censorship and guidelines coming through the pipeline indicates that DeFi as it is understood today, with big dependence on central stablecoins as security, is susceptible. To estimate Lyn Alden, " Stablecoins work, however centralized. And by extension, they centralize any network that is excessively dependent on them." Additional Infrastructure Censorship Shortly after the Treasury statement and blacklists from Circle, crucial Ethereum facilities job Infura, which permits users/apps to link to the Ethereum blockchain, started to obstruct RPC ( remote treatment call) demands to Tornado Cash. Infura is the company for the most-used wallet application in Ethereum, MetaMask, to name a few applications. Infura is the biggest node service provider in the Ethereum community, and although sophisticated users path around the restriction

utilizing their own customers, the minimal user is merely not at that level of technical proficiency. Following the Tornado Cash occurrence, creator and CEO of Coinbase Brian Armstrong spoke up about the sanctions from the U.S. Treasury, pointing out the bad precedent that features approving an innovation instead of a direct person or entity. He followed the criticism by specifying, The Centralization Problem With PoS Ethereum While Ethereum supporters and designers will declare that the switch to PoS makes Ethereum far more decentralized and resistant to hostile attack, the empirical proof indicate an increasing quantity of staking centralization, which can cause some big issues. At the time of composing, 57.85% of ether is being staked with 4 service providers, with Lido holding without a doubt the biggest market share. Total worth of ETH 2.0 staked by platform Lido is a liquid staking service which enables users to stake their ether (and pass up the 32 ETH limit for smaller sized holders) in exchange for stETH token, which is a claim that can be redeemable for ether at some time in the future. By style, existing stakers of ether can not unstake their coins, even straight after the Merge occurs, with Ethereum roadmap price quotes recommending the possible making it possible for of withdrawals from staking validators at some time in2023 The complete code allowing withdrawals post-Merge has actually not yet been finished. Given that the withdrawals to unstake ETH is not yet a choice for users, a liquid staking service such as Lido (which is by far the marketplace leader) is an exceptionally appealing alternative for users who want to have access to their coins to trade/hedge/collateralize their ETH. In a previous concern of ours, Celsius and stETH - A Lesson on (il) Liquidity, we blogged about the one-way dynamic of stETH redeemability: " stETH is a token provided by Lido which supplies users a service where they have the ability to lock any quantity of ETH in exchange for the stETH token, which can be rehypothecated in DeFi to make yield, act as security, and so on. This contrasts to other types of ETH staking where your properties are not liquid." - Celsius and stETH - A Lesson on (il) Liquidity ( Liquid) Staking seems a winner-take-all (or most) vibrant, where users pick the service that has the best user experience, the most liquid secondary market (ETH to stETH is presently a one-way market till PoS withdrawals are make it possible for, however users can switch in the secondary market), and the most appealing charge income (more on this later). These are simply a few of the factors that Lido's proof-of-stake market share is as big as it is. The Growing Risks Of Lido In a post composed on Ethereum.org by Danny Ryan, a lead scientist for the proof-of-stake rollout for the Ethereum Foundation, Ryan highlighted the increasing threats that centralization of stake in Lido might cause for Ethereum: " Liquid staking derivatives (LSD) such as Lido and comparable procedures are a stratum for cartelization and cause considerable dangers to the Ethereum procedure and to the associated pooled capital when going beyond important agreement limits. Capital allocators need to understand the threats on their capital and assign to alternative procedures. LSD procedures must self-limit to prevent centralization and procedure threat that can eventually ruin their item." In the severe, if an LSD procedure goes beyond vital agreement limits such as 1/3, 1/2, and 2/3, the staking derivative can accomplish outsized revenues compared to non-pooled capital due to collaborated MEV extraction, block-timing adjustment, and/or censorship-- the cartelization of block area. And in this circumstance, staked capital ends up being dissuaded from staking in other places due to outsized cartel benefits, self strengthening the cartel's hang on staking." In Ryan's words, dangers exist if a staking service grows to hold an important quantity of stake

in a PoS system, due to the capability to utilize collaborated MEV (miner extractable worth), and/or the capability to censor specific actors/transactions at an impulse. Ryan's recommendation, to have the liquid staking procedure self-limit to prevent centralization and procedure threat, was put up to vote by Lido by means of the governance token LDO. Votes performed with the LDO governance token is how essential Lido choices are made. A choose LDO holders was required to self-limit the staking share for Lido, with the survey beginning on June 24 and concluding on July 1. The vote was carried out on Snapshot, a popular tool for DAOs (decentralized self-governing companies) on Ethereum to carry out procedure voting/governance. The outcomes? A 99% landslide for selecting to not self-limit by LDO holders. The landslide vote should not come as a surprise, considered that 95.11% of LDO tokens are held within the leading 1% of addresses, the majority of which are U.S.-regulated investor (VC) companies. LIDO supply held by leading 1% of addresses Given that Lido governance is indirectly managed by significant investor companies, of which most run under U.S. jurisdictions, ETH has a growing centralization issue. When summarizing the quantity of staked ETH throughout Lido, Coinbase, Kraken, and Staked alone, 56.57% of staked ETH presently lives in service companies straight or indirectly under the jurisdiction of the U.S. federal government. Circling back to the Merge as an agreement modification, do you keep in mind the essential modification that Ethereum is carrying out to go from a proof-of-work to a proof-of-stake network? Block production is moving from a service performed by miners to validators. This implies that validators, those who are staking 32 ETH, are the ones in charge of the block production of the Ethereum network. The danger for Ethereum along with the central company, is that pressure from U.S. authorities to censor at the procedure level. Referring back to Buterin's post, the Ethereum neighborhood in action to censorship from centralized entities would soft fork, to erase the "aggressor's" stake: " For other, harder-to-detect attacks ( significantly, a 51% union censoring everybody else), the neighborhood can collaborate on a minority user-activated soft fork (UASF) in which the assailant's funds are when again mainly damaged (in Ethereum, this is done through the "lack of exercise leakage system"). No specific "difficult fork to erase coins" is needed; with the exception of the requirement to collaborate on the UASF to choose a minority block, whatever else is automated and merely following the execution of the procedure guidelines." The issue with this method is that due to the big DeFi/L2 environment developed around Ethereum for many years, any dissident fork (rebelling versus OFAC compliance) would likely lose its communities of stablecoins and relied on oracles. Fork Ethereum without the support of USDC, and a daisy chain of DeFi liquidations starts as the non-compliant fork now has USDC-forked tokens that are fundamentally useless, stimulating an enormous contagion result/ margin call situation. Bitcoin went through a comparable test in 2017 with the fork wars, where a huge push was made by agents from over 50 business participating in a conference, infamously described as the New York Agreement, to broaden the block size of Bitcoin, which was a necessary modification in agreement. Individual users of bitcoin revolted versus such modifications, provided the precedent that collaborated tough forks and altering agreement guidelines would have, and rather executed a soft fork that allowed the later build-out of scaling services such as the Lighting Network. The crucial distinction in between the fork proposed by the New York Agreement conspirators and the ones triggered by a great deal of typical bitcoin users was that the previous was a proposition to tough fork, while the latter was an opt-in soft fork, implying that agreement is still backwards-compatible for nodes that did not update.

In Ethereum's case today, the increasing advancement of possible future censorship at the block production level would not need another fork, besides the one that is currently prepared for the Merge today. The fork would be on the dissident users, who are promoting an open, censorship-resistant future. The unique distinction in between what Bitcoin achieved in 2017 versus what Ethereum might extremely well deal with in the future is that a big part of its environment would likely be lost along the method offered the reliance on central stablecoins such as USDC in its DeFi community. PoS Slashing Hypothetical Let's list an easy theoretical and see how it might play out. The U.S. federal government enforces increased guidelines on Circle, the USDC issuser. They propose to restrict deals from a list of associated Ethereum addresses. Central U.S. business that are Ethereum staking validators should stick to these guidelines by turning down blocks with these deals or blacklisting addresses. If they do not, they will deal with increased analysis, fines, sanctions, and so on The proposed Ethereum option is slashing by agreement. Slashing would damage a portion of the validator's ETH stake requiring them to reassess their bad censorship actions. Agreement requires to come from a bulk of nodes while the bulk of staked ETH currently sits with these centralized validators (and can not be withdrawn as of now). By not having more solo validators and nodes, agreement would exist with these bigger central groups and not with most of ETH users. In the situation, central groups would not have the reward to fearlessly battle versus federal government policies. While users, who have actually staked their ETH with these central organizations, would not have the reward to wish to slash their own ETH holdings in the name of censorship resistance. Other ETH users and nodes can press versus this to require a possible minority fork or UASF (user-activated soft fork). This would likely come at the expenditure of losing Circle and much of the established DeFi facilities that has actually been developed on Ethereum over the last couple of years. In an adversarial situation, offered the precedent set by Circle recently, exists a genuine case to be produced Circle passing by the OFAC-compliant chain/fork? We must be clear that we unquestionably do not support the approving of wise agreements, base-level censorship, or enforced top-down state control over the mediums of interaction or financial worth. All we are intending to do is posture what we see are genuine concerns. Bitcoin, Ethereum, and broadly the cryptocurrency market at big are trying to take the issuance and control of cash far from the state. History reveals that there will be a beneficial interest in controlling/co-opting this undertaking. Never-Ending Forks Throughout Ethereum's history, there's been a variety of considerable difficult forks and updates by style to develop an ever-evolving procedure. A lot of these modifications have actually consisted of modifications to trouble bombs to press back possible Merge dates and modifying supply issuance gradually to be progressively disinflationary. Supporters of Ethereum argue this makes ether "ultra-sound" cash, which is paradoxical considered that the strength of cash is originated from the failure to be changed/altered/diluted in any method, specifically for political functions. Hard forks and significant updates at the core of Ethereum's method is nearly the specific reverse of Bitcoin's. Updates and modifications to the agreement procedure have actually altered as the stories and vision of what Ethereum need to be has actually altered. While this might be appealing for its idealist users/proponents, this leaves Ethereum's governance to be based on later politics. With the increasing unpredictability and dangers of life post the PoS Merge, all we can anticipate is for difficult forks and significant updates to continue. For numerous,

this is appealing as the Ethereum neighborhood will work to construct brand-new options and complicated procedure styles depending upon what significant obstacle they deal with. For others, Ethereum as a property and procedure look like an engineering experiment that is doing not have real stability. ETH issuance and typical block period10/16/2017: Byzantium upgrade, " A difficult fork is a modification to the underlying Ethereum procedure, developing brand-new guidelines to enhance the system. The procedure modifications are triggered at a particular block number. All Ethereum customers require to update, otherwise they will be stuck on an incompatible chain following the old guidelines." 02/28/2019: Constantinople upgrade, " The typical block times are increasing due to the trouble bomb (likewise referred to as the "glacial epoch") gradually speeding up. This EIP proposes to postpone the trouble bomb for around 12 months and to lower the block rewards with the Constantinople fork, the 2nd part of the Metropolis fork." 1/2/2020: Muir Glacier upgrade, " The typical block times are increasing due to the problem bomb (likewise called the "glacial epoch") and gradually speeding up. This EIP proposes to postpone the trouble bomb for another 4,000,000 obstructs (~611 days)" 8/5/2021: EIP-1559 - London tough fork, " A deal prices system that consists of fixed-per-block network cost that is burned and dynamically expands/contracts block sizes to handle short-term blockage."12/ 8/21: Arrow Glacier Update, " The Arrow Glacier network upgrade, likewise to Muir Glacier, alters the criteria of the Ice Age/Difficulty Bomb, pressing it back a number of months. This has actually likewise been carried out in the Byzantium, Constantinople and London network upgrades. No other modifications are presented as part of Arrow Glacier." 6/29/2022: Gray Glacier Update, "The Gray Glacier network upgrade alters the criteria of the Ice Age/Difficulty Bomb, pressing it back by 700,000 obstructs, or approximately 100 days. This has actually likewise been performed in the Byzantium, Constantinople, Muir Glacier, London and Arrow Glacier network upgrades. No other modifications are presented as part of Gray Glacier." Near-Term Market Outlook Lastly, we formerly highlighted simply how leveraged and speculative the Ethereum derivatives market is right now. Reaching over 100% from its lows in June, ETH has actually been riding the Merge buzz while serving as high beta to bitcoin (which has actually been high beta to equities). Traders have actually stacked in going long into the Merge. There's no doubt that the Merge story has actually assisted to move rate upwards over the last 2 months. It definitely needs to be kept in mind that ETH has actually simply been following the course of wider equities and danger. Over the last couple of days, those relationships have actually been breaking down and ETH, together with bitcoin, are revealing indications of weak point at essential breakout cost locations. The marketplace seems at one of its most critical points of the cycle throughout a prospective bearishness rally conclusion, the Merge in 4 weeks and a September FOMC conference in the very same month. Final Note Our view is that with the development of bitcoin, the Byzantine Generals' Problem (otherwise called the double-spend issue) discovered an engineering service. With the mix of proof-of-work and a vibrant problem change, humankind had at last found out how to keep and move worth in a trustless way throughout the web. The system's agreement system is protected by a network of independent node runners, running a software application that is as easy, robust and resistant as technically possible, in order to bootstrap a brand-new decentralized financial system from the ground up versus the interests of the world's most effective organizations. We think that ether as a possession and Ethereum as a platform are something various completely, and much of the

design/engineering choices made by the neighborhood have actually led it to possibly end up being susceptible to catch in the future. From an idealist perspective, an effort to build a brand-new permissionless facilities of monetary applications utilizing Ethereum is unique, however the rationalist in us thinks that the stories of real decentralized facilities and "ultra-sound" financial homes are more of a marketing trick than truth." Governments are proficient at cutting off the heads of a centrally managed networks like Napster, however pure P2P networks like Gnutella and Tor appear to be holding their own." -- Satoshi Nakamoto, November 7, 2008 Read More

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SUBJECTS REQUIRED FOR INVESTIGATION. ALL ADULTS TAINTED BY BOURGESS IDEOLOGY... THERE IS ONE SOLUTION.... TO SPEAK WITH THE UNTAINTED.

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LOG: 11AM

I talk to the children... They are at the beajc... In the water... I hope to learn about the brain-state of person-historical nature of the adolescence... This is my only access to children...

It has otherwise been restricted...

I speak “Have you boys read Hegel” and them just blanks me starewise... Little fat faces just lookingme dumbfounded .I feel like a dirty old man... So I’s default to my core philosohppy: “Let’s mind meld over some Nietz-shuh” Who are you msiter... You are interruptnig our game of ball...

You are ingating in semiotic suicide young boys... Can you not tell that the ball itself is bourgeois spectacle.... In the society... Of the specatacl blankwise fuckaminute and grab down shake a shola

“Engaged, of course in ‘Shasta Rasta.’ Quite possibly, your skull lacking the folds to ‘get’ the s’hasta rasta’“

Speaking: ‘GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY CHILDREN YOU CREEP.’ I downvote that idea, sir.

I think you are engaging in spectacle sir...

“Oh heavens... In Lord’s name, what are you” NOTE: Theism, is of course, a Moral Failure... This one seems to not have observed. (This remark was not appreciated by the Luddites attending this beach mass)

I sit on a bench writing this. He glares at me occaisonally. Persecuted. Perhaps it was not best to dress in my national garb (Three piece suit. Chiffron-Cashmere Crimson Blazer, Cotton Damask Dress shirt and Gingham slacks in pink hue. It is among my simpler outfits from my selection of daily attire)

LOG 11:30

I have been rejected by the young boys. Perhaps I will have more success with the “fairer sex.” Tame the shrew. Indeed.

ASKING where her “parental guardians” are... Pointing to an asleep woman (immodestly dressed) on a sandcloth. How capitalism degrades female beauty...

[Yeas... However... It pales in comparison to the beauty of Mont-Saint-Michel... Gotha Catherdal in Progue... Hohenzollern Castle, Germany and its Ethereal beauty.

LOG 11:45

The girl has found a new intellectual companion... Another of her age... I have been superseeded.

LOG 12:30 PM

It appears the ruling Ideology of this den of heathenry has been shattered. Many of the “”patrons“” as they are called has a problem with my investigation. I forsee future events.

The manager is called. I attempt to talk reason into him.Don’t you see the absurdity in your actions...... You fashion chairs facing the ocean and the sun. Mindlessly staring at it, playing with your bodies in that... Body... Of water.... You’re engaging in worship of a kind... Even if you don’t recognize it. HOLY SHIT DUDE YOU’RE FUCKING CRAZY. Iam not crazy. I have read Foucault.

Tells me “I will have to remove you sir.” I dispute the phenomenology of this claim. How do you really KNOW I must be removed. I plead with him. I tells him “Kant’s categorical imperative. You remove me, you remove every other one of your patrons. Otherwise you are a hipackrite. Check. MAte. Checkmate”

Alternatively: You remove me, you remove my pants

LOG: 3PM

I have been banned from Mike’s Tiki beach hut. Western Civilization has failed.

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~ ✨ I won’t deny that they drew Raki so nicely for this shot. Well done drawing/animation team. ✨ ~

#LindsayThings #aikatsu #aikatsu friends #aikatsu on parade #Next week we're getting Checkmate.#IDK she just looks so ethereal in this frame.#She looks like a princess of some fire kingdom who is wearing royal regalia of an ice kingdom and she's very conflicted.#Conflicted on how to exactly feel because she loves her fire kingdom but man is the ice kingdom claiming her heart.#That's how she looks like rn.

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I just found ur blog and read thru some of ur stuff and im in love !! Ur writing is nice to read, and always gives a nice picture of the situation

If its aight, could u do some headcannons for the demon bros Finding out mc goes real hard on housekeeping ? Im talking fast and good cleaning, does chores without problems, propably even cleans after them (totally doesnt mother them in anyway), all without complaint, mc just cares

Housekeeper MC!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

The fact that he didn't have to shove a mop and bucket into your hands like the evil stepmother has him like 👀👀

Out of every person he's met, you and Barb are the only ones that actually enjoy cleaning? And now he's wondering if you've been influenced by him in some way because got damn are those floors sparkling-

Ever since you've arrived, the house has been immaculate. But as much as he enjoys that, he worries that you aren't leaving enough chores for his brothers to do.

They're gonna be lazy at this rate, especially if you keep cleaning up after them like that. He's planning to sit you down and have a good talk about how you should rest a bit, and- D...did you polish his desk????

"MC... as grateful as I am to you, I thought I asked you to rest? You don't have to clean every little thing in this house. You're here as our guest, and more, so I won't have you behaving like a maid. But if you're that interested in keeping your hands busy, you may feel free to maintain my desktop. It looks as good as new, thanks to you."

Mammon

Oh, so you're one of THOSE types, huh? The goody goodies that like to make everything clean and sparkly, huh?? Well don't expect him to help ya!

Was an asshole at first. Made messes to see if you'd clean them, tried to dump his chores on you, etc. But now that you've stolen his heart? Yeah, he wants you to sit down.

You're messing up your hands with all that time spent scrubbing crevices and dusting ugly old paintings, when you could be spending time with him!

Tch, that's it! If it's chores that're keeping you from looking his way, he'll just finish them before you can do anything! Checkmate!

"You're always scrubbin' somethin'! Let my brothers take care of the messes, while YOU sit down and watch this movie with me! Ain't no point in watchin' it by myself, so I ain't takin' no for an answer!" "Huh?? Waddya mean 'when was the last time I vacuumed'??"

Levi

Oi oi oi...! What do you think you're doing with that feather duster?! You don't think you've got the right to approach his figures with it, do you?! WRONG!

But you quickly discover how ticklish Levi is, and he squirms out of your way while watching in horror as you... delicately handle every figure? And dust them from top to bottom, without so much as an accessory out of place..?

Wait... are you seriously okay with picking up all that trash?? S-some of it's sticky from all the junk food, and- Gah! Don't go messing around in his closet!!!

Yeahhh Levi doesn't let you clean his room lmao. It's way too stimulating to watch you carefully touch every surface in his room... I-it's like you're heaven everything with your presence, and...

"S-so yeah! The only things you're allowed to clean are the figures and the outside of Henry's tank! Nothing else, got it?! Anything more and I seriously won't be able to handle it...I won't even be able to sit still in my own room......." 👉👈

Satan

Satan found it funny how willing you were to take up every little chore there was to be done in the house and he's got to admit, reading is much more enjoyable in a tidy environment.

But what he REALLY wants to know is how you managed to dust off every single book in the house, his room included, without him?? Knowing?? And you've done every shelf as well, cleaned out the cobwebs behind it, and even repaired that little tear in the upholstery of his favorite arm chair????

Has also deduced that you're probably the maid character in the books that knows everything. Actually, you're a lot like Barbatos. What secrets are you hiding human 🔫

Just kidding. But yeah, when you insist on dusting his room, he follows you around the room and watches you. You know, just in case you fall or something falls on you! No other reason.

"As much as I like having you here all to myself, it makes me feel bad watching you do that by yourself. Why don't you we clean together? We'll get it done twice as fast, and when we're finished, I'd like to read a book to you. You remind me of a certain character from a murder mystery novel I've started."

Asmo

Eeehhh?!?!? You've seriously managed to organize both his endless skin care product collection, and his ENTIRE wardrobe?!? You're amazing...!

And you don't stop there. You were more than happy to clean his tub for him and everything, and you know how hard it is to get oil off the side of a tub, right? You're a lifesaver!

Asmo casually pawns off his chores too you. Oh, he just did his nails! Can you do the dishes? Ah, he just bought this outfit. Can you take out the trash? He's about to go out with his friends to a party, so be a dear and take care of the common bathroom for him?

Lucifer scolds the shit out of him every time he catches him doing that. You're welcome. But don't think Asmo won't repay you! He'll give you so much love, you'll be drowning in it! Figuratively or literally, depending on your preferences-

"Fufufu... if you wanted my attention, you should've just told me! You didn't have to go tidying up my shoe collection, but I'm happy you did~! If you keep spoiling me like this, I might not be able to keep my hands off of you! Unless... that's what you wanted?"

Beel

Things tend to get pretty messy with Beel around, with the trail of crumbs he always leaves in his wake, and how he manages to get every surface he touches sticky. But you must be a miracle worker...

You're like a living roomba, and his ravenous appetite is no match against your cleaning skills! You seem to predict when the food bits will fall, and it's thanks to you that he can eat without a care in the world!

It's actually kind of scary, though. He'll drop a bite of his sandwich and move down to retrieve it to eat, and... it's gone. Poof. Into the ether of the garbage can...

You can still rest once in a while though, you know? Beel offers to help you with the cleaning, and he's more than happy to let you climb up his shoulders to reach those high places. It makes him happy to know he can lend a hand.

"MC, I already cleaned over here so you don't have to do it. I cleaned there, too. That means you don't have anything else to do, so why don't you have a lunch break with me? It's not good to work so hard all the time."

Belphie

Belphie's one for the more observant brothers, so your clean freak habits didn't go unnoticed. He didn't know if you were obsessed with cleaning, or if you genuinely enjoyed it, but at least you were doing it without a fuss?

And man did you do a good job. Everywhere you cleaned was left with the lingering smell of vanilla and lavender, and... you know, the smell is making him sleepy.

Every pillow his head touches seems especially fluffy, too! When he found out you made a regular habit of washing and fluffing them, and they smell amazing... He feels like he's laying on a cloud...

He won't admit it genuinely, but he really does love what you're doing with the place. It makes him feel a little fuzzy inside when he finds his pillow on his bed, freshly laundered and soft to the touch. He clings to it extra tight those nights.

"You know if you keep this up, I might prefer the pillows to your lap. Ah, but don't worry, I don't really mean it. There's no way a pillow could replace you, no matter how good it smells. I think."

#I can vibe with this because I clean pretty often when I'm stressed and I just generally enjoy most cleaning #obey me #obey me!#obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date?#shall we date? obey me!#shall we date obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me writing #obey me scenarios #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie

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chimchimsauce · 3 years

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Fairest

Is beauty a blessing or a curse? All of her life, princess YN was told that her beauty was the greatest gift her late mother ever gave her. But when her looks attract a man cruel and bloodthirsty, YN begins to think that her greatest asset is the beginning of her demise.

“Checkmate.”

YN cannot help the grin that spreads across her face as she utters the word, watching as her older brother groans with disdain.

“You always win!” he complains, acting very much like a child.

“That’s because you always get too caught up in the current move, dear brother. The future decisions are the most important ones.”

YN’s older brother, first in line to the throne of their small country Ameris, huffs and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Chess is like war. You get too focused on winning battles that cause you to lose the war. I certainly hope that won’t be the case for our kingdom . . .”

YN is only jesting. Her elder brother is an excellent leader and will make a wonderful king. He’s just really impatient with games.

“I’m sure I can beat you next round!” her brother says playfully.

They both know it’s unlikely, but YN clears the board and begins to set up another game. As she’s placing the last pawn, a knock comes at the door. One of her handmaidens opens it, revealing one of their father’s special guards.

YN’s breath catches ever so slightly before she schools her expression back into one of unbothered royalty. It’s always so hard to ignore her secret lover when other people are around, but she knows she must. A relationship between her and her father’s most trusted guard would cause a scandal that would undoubtedly get Wonho’s position revoked. He’s worked his entire life to get good enough for a spot on the King’s royal guard and there’s no way YN would do anything to sabotage that.

“His majesty has requested your presence,” Wonho says, not even looking YN in the eyes.

He’s much better at keeping his emotions in check.

YN’s brother stands, tapping his finger on the chessboard.

“Lucky thing I’m being summoned, or else I would have absolutely destroyed you in this game.”

YN laughs, maybe a little more politely than she would if Wonho wasn’t standing at the door.

“I’m sure of it,” she says, “Feel free to come back anytime to play again.”

YN’s brother nods and leaves her quarters, following after Wonho. Being the heir to the throne means that YN rarely gets to see her brother. He’ll be gone for weeks, sometimes months at a time as he tours the neighboring countries to learn everything he possibly can, as well as maintain a positive relationship with their allies. Ameris may be a small country, but it is located in the perfect spot for transcontinental trade and filled to the brim with valuable resources. One could dig in a mine for just a few moments and emerge with a diamond the size of a robin’s egg.

Thankfully, Ameris has not had any problems with its neighboring countries in hundreds of years. The last war was ended by YN’s great great great grandfather and peace has blanketed the region since then.

Well, for the most part. In the last several years, the Eastern kingdom of Moonbyss has been steadily expanding and taking over small, unclaimed villages. They have not breached any borders or broken any treaties, however, so there is no cause to worry quite yet.

YN sighs as her thoughts shift back to Wonho. Their secret love affair has been going on since they were teenagers. At first, Wonho was just an attractive boy who was willing to indulge her wanton fantasies, but soon enough an affection bloomed between them. It’s so hard to pretend not to be in love with him, especially when he grows more handsome by the day.

“Thinking about him, my lady?” YN’s lady in waiting, Irene, asks her.

Irene is YN’s closest confidant and friend. She knows almost everything about the princess. Ever since she arrived in the castle from abroad two years ago, they have been inseparable.

“Of course,” YN says, standing and walking over to the window that overlooks her private gardens.

She opens the glass door and steps outside, her skin warmed by the sunshine. It’s an absolutely beautiful day, cloudless and blue. Birds chirp sweetly and the scent of flowers wafts on the breeze. The princess stops at the fountain in the middle of the garden, sitting on the bench and looking into the bubbling water. YN often made wishes in this fountain when she was younger, tossing in coins that reflected the sunlight back at her. More recently, though, she’s only wished for one thing - to be with Wonho. Her father, although he loves her, would never allow a union between them. Her older brother, however, has promised to allow YN to marry whoever she desires once he takes the throne on his thirtieth birthday.

He does not know that someone already has her affections, but no matter. YN is not worried about being married off. While her brother is the only prince in the kingdom, the king was blessed with twelve daughters and YN is the youngest. Every available man of power in the kingdom and the surrounding countries have already been wedded.

YN has Irene bring her a book to read and she settles in, getting comfortable in her garden. The hours pass by quickly as she is sucked into the tale, but soon enough a shadow blocks her reading light.

The princess looks up and is shocked to see Wonho standing in front of her. Alarm flares up inside of her. The two of them have agreed to never be seen together in daylight.

“Won-”

“Your Majesty,” Wonho says stiffly, “The King requests an audience. I have been asked to escort you to the throne room.”

YN hesitates a moment. She can tell that something is wrong by the strain in his voice. Something must really be bothering him for the guard to allow it to leak into his words. She wants to ask him what’s wrong, but she never knows who is watching so she simply stands, handing her book off to Irene who stands beside her.

“Very well,” YN says, trailing after him and back into the castle.

He walks three paces in front of her, leaving her to stare at his back. So much about him has changed in the last few years. He’s gained an immense amount of muscle, something that YN has really grown to appreciate during their midnight endeavors. It’s a shame that everything is covered up by his uniform, but she must admit he looks dashing in it.

As they walk, YN notices that Wonho isn’t the only one acting strangely. The various maids and butlers who usually flit around and chatter pleasantly amongst themselves are dead silent, walking with perfectly straight backs and zipped mouths. The princess notices a few pitying looks tossed her way and something cold settles in her stomach.

What’s going on?

Wonho knocks on the throne room’s closed doors. They are ever so carefully opened a few moments later and Wonho leads YN into the grand room.

Her father sits on the throne, a smaller one empty next to him. It always makes YN sad to see her father by himself. The Queen passed away only a year ago and was her father’s closest friend. The late Queen was kind to everyone, even YN’s mother - a poor girl her father discovered in one of his hunting trips. Apparently, YN’s father was so taken with her mother that he simply had to add her to his harem and rarely visited any of his other concubines afterward. But it didn’t last long - YN’s mother died shortly after her birth. Everyone says that she left YN her ethereal beauty, a fact that led YN to being hidden away in the castle for the majority of her life.

“You’re the most valuable diamond in all of Ameris,” her father told her once, “It’s important that few people know of your existence.”

It had saddened YN when she was younger that she could not attend the lavish parties and balls like her elder sisters and brother, but she came not to mind once Wonho came into her life. It mattered not if other people thought she was beautiful - as long as Wonho desired her, that was more than enough.

Standing to her father’s side is YN’s brother. The jolly air that had surrounded him mere hours ago is gone completely now. He looks furious, an expression YN has rarely seen on his face. He’s looking at a man who stands before the throne, a crown placed perfectly on his head.

Visiting nobility?

The man turns as the click of YN’s heels sounds out against the marble flooring. YN’s step falters as a large, nearly terrifying grin spreads across his face. He is incredibly handsome, but the smile on his face does nothing but creepy the princess out.

“There she is,” he says, quickly extending his hand towards her.

YN, uncertain, looks at her father who gives her a stiff nod. Hesitantly, YN places her hand in the stranger’s grasp, making sure to school her expression as he places a cold kiss that lingers too long against her gloved hand. The princess has never been more glad to be wearing gloves.

“And who do I have the pleasure of meeting?” YN asks, careful to watch her throne.

“King Seokjin Moonbyss, your highness. I must say, the rumors of your beauty do you no justice. You’re much more radiant in person.”

YN’s blood freezes in her veins. This cannot mean anything good.

“Thank you,” YN says, a slight tremble in her voice.

The man has still not released her hand.

“YN,” her father says, giving her an excuse to look away from this man - no, this monster - beside her, “King Seokjin has asked for your hand.”

YN barely squashes the shout of protest that so desperately wants to escape her throat. There’s no way this can be happening! No way! Her eldest brother is just three years shy of taking the throne, three years more of having to tiptoe around with Wonho. No way she can get married, especially to someone from so far away.

“Excuse me,” Wonho says, speaking up from his place behind YN, “I thought King Seokjin was already married.”

Relief flows through YN. If Seokjin is already married, then surely this is an error.

“She failed to provide me with a male heir, so I had her disposed of,” King Seokjin says simply, glaring at Wonho, “Do not question me again.”

There is not a trace of remorse in his voice at all, nothing but anger.

YN begins to tremble.

“Father -” she begins.

“King Seokjin has made us an offer I cannot refuse,” he says, cutting her off, “And besides, YN, you’ll be able to be Queen. You never would have had that opportunity here.”

YN’s father would normally never make this sort of decision, especially not for the daughter he tried so hard to keep hidden.

“Of course, sweet YN,” King Seokjin says, “You are free to reject my offer if you so desire. I would, however, be forced to declare war on Ameris. After all, this country is the most resource rich of all the lands. It’s a shame. It would have been so much nicer to make a positive connection with this beautiful country. I wonder how much of its splendor will be left once my troops march through it.”

The threat is crystal clear. YN has to marry this King or her country will suffer for it. YN glances at her father and brother, seeing the fear that’s in their eyes. Ameris is much too small to fight Moonbyss and win, especially since the eastern country has been gaining a lot of territory very rapidly. YN swallows. In a matter of hours, her perfect daydream has been shattered.

“I would be honored to marry you, King Seokjin,” YN says, trying her hardest not to cry.

She can release her tears once she’s in the safety of her own chambers. She cannot show any weakness in front of this man.

“Beautiful and smart,” King Seokjin says, “It will be my honor to have you as my bride. After all, the most handsome man in all the world deserves the most beautiful bride of them all.”

YN never really thought much of her beauty. She’s always heard it was a blessing, the only one her mother ever left her, but right now it feels like a curse.

“I pray that you’ll join me for dinner this evening, my betrothed,” King Seokjin says.

“I would love to,” YN says even though the thought of having to spend even a single moment more in this man’s presence makes her want to hurl.

“You best retire to your quarters, my love. Your father and I have much to discuss before this evening. I’ll send someone for you when I’m ready.”

The dismissal is clear. YN turns swiftly and leaves the room, Wonho following closely behind her. She walks much too fast to be considered ladylike, but she does not give a damn, wanting to be as far away from the throne room as possible.

“YN, wait!” Wonho calls out to her.

He grasps her wrist, uncaring of who will see, and pulls her to his chest. As soon as the warmth of him touches her, YN loses all composure, breaking down and sobbing into his pristine uniform.

“Wonho,” she cries out, grasping him as close as she can, her fingers creasing the silk he wears, “I don’t want to be Queen! I want to marry you!”

YN feels something wet fall against her head. Based on the way his shoulders shake, Wonho is also crying. She hasn’t seen him shed a tear since one of his best friends was murdered on a mission.

“What are we going to do?” YN asks into his chest, her voice muffled, “I don’t think I can bear being apart from you, especially with someone as cruel as the King!”

“We’ll figure something out, YN, I promise,” Wonho says, pulling away just enough to give YN a salty kiss.

“At least once more,” YN says once their lips part, “I must have you at least once more.”

“Your wish is my command, princess,” Wonho says, pulling her along to her chambers.

The two fall into the sheets, both knowing that this is the last time despite desperately wanting to spend eternity together.

On the other side of the castle, Irene makes her way through the hallways, stopping at a grand door and knocking three times. No one answers, so she swings it open, prepared to wait for as long as it takes.

Maybe half an hour later, King Seokjin opens the door, looking quite pleased with himself. He doesn’t greet Irene, instead instantly walking over to her and pinning her against the wall, his lips meeting hers passionately. Irene barely has any time to catch her breath, but she doesn’t mind at all, too enamored with this man she knows is only using her.

When he was only a prince, Seokjin was infamous for being a womanizer. All too often, he lured servants and noble girls alike into his chambers, whispering promises and pressing kisses against their skin only to leave them abandoned like trash when he grew bored of them. Irene was one of those servant girls, but Seokjin has kept her around for longer than most. A part of Irene is convinced it’s because she’s special to him, but she knows it’s really not true.

Seokjin has been obsessed with YN, the secret twelfth princess of Ameris for five years now. Ever since he spotted her while visiting Ameris with his late father, he wanted her - needed her. After all, she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, trying as he might to find another. His late wife was incredibly beautiful as well, but she didn’t compare to YN. No one else was worthy of her but him. It was YN that drove him to murder his own father and take the throne before he was supposed to. After all, Seokjin has never been a patient man.

Seokjin pulls away from Irene, looking unbothered as ever.

“No good,” he says, “Simply imagining that you’re YN does nothing. I’m tired of waiting.”

His words sting Irene’s heart. She tries not to be bitter, but jealousy is a powerful emotion, one that overshadows the genuine affection she feels for princess YN.

“Well,” the King asks her, “Who is it? The one YN claims to be in love with.”

The King rolls his eyes, gripping his fists tightly. How dare YN love another when he’s already claimed her.

“It’s Wonho,” Irene says, pushing down her feelings, “the guard that accompanied her today.”

“A guard huh? How dare he think he deserves someone as beautiful as YN!” he says, furious.

Seokjin is terrifying when he’s angry. Irene tenses, preparing for the worst. Instead of gripping her hair and tossing her to the floor like he usually does, Seokjin grabs a decorative vase and tosses it against the ground, watching as it shatters into a million pieces.

“You didn’t strike me,” Irene says, shocked.

“I have been practicing,” the King says, “After all, it would be a shame to make a single mark on YN’s perfect body.”

Much too soon, Irene is knocking on YN’s private chamber door.

“Your majesty,” she calls out softly, “Your betrothed has requested your presence.”

YN rolls over to Wonho, tears in her eyes. He blinks them away, wanting to remember this moment clearly.

“One moment,” YN calls out, listening as Irene walks away.

“Run away with me,” YN pleads, her voice desperate.

“You know we can’t,” Wonho says, his eyes sad.

“Yes we can!” YN insists, “You know this country better than anyone. We can get up right now and flee and -”

“YN,” Wonho says, “What about the country? You know we’ll be forced to go to war if you disappear.”

YN sniffles.

“I don’t think I can live without you,” YN confessed, “And if I can, I don’t want to find out.”

Wonho is silent for a moment before he sits up, an idea in his mind.

“What? What is it?” YN asks him.

“What if you didn’t?”

“What?”

“What if you didn’t have to live without me? I’ve heard rumors amongst the staff of a poison you can take that will put you in a deep slumber for a fortnight. If some was mixed into your dinner tonight, it can seem that you’ve been poisoned and passed away. Then when you awake, you and I can disappear together.”

YN brightens. Even though being unconscious for a fortnight doesn’t sound pleasant, anything will be better than having to marry KIng Seokjin. Besides, she trusts Wonho with her life.

“Okay,” YN says, agreeing right away.

“Are you sure, YN?” Wonho asks her, “You will end up getting rather sick for a few days before the slumber.”

YN nods eagerly.

“Yes, anything,” she says.

“Very well.”

Wonho hops out of bed, pulling on his clothes as quickly as he possibly can.

“I’ll get everything ready. YN, go to dinner with the king, alright? I won’t be able to see you after this so as not to arouse suspicion. I love you, princess.”

He leans down to kiss her.

“I love you more,” YN says, watching as Wonho slips out of a glass door and into the gardens.

Unbeknownst to the lovers, King Seokjin is outside the door, his ear pressed against it to hear everything. He had come to escort his beloved like a sweet fiance would, only to hear his to be wife scheming to get away from him.

He’s never been so angry, but he suppressed it, not wanting to let YN know that he’s been here. He grabs Irene by the arm roughly and leads her out into the hallway, bending over to whisper in her ear.

“Make sure to add enough of the poison to YN’s food to keep her under for longer than a fortnight. Put as much of it in as you can without bringing her to the brink of death.”

“Are you sure your -”

Irene’s question is cut off when he backhands her, one of his elegant rings drawing blood.

“Do NOT question me!” he says, “Do as I order!”

Irene rushes off to do as the King says, tears brimming in her eyes. She’s never regretted being Seokjin’s spy until now, too blinded by love. She should have warned YN, should have helped her disappear with Wonho - someone Irene knows truly loves the princess. King Seokjin is just obsessed with her beauty and determined to own her like she’s some sort of object to be bought and sold.

Peeking around the corner, Irene sees Wonho pouring a liquid into the soup bowl meant for the princess. When he leaves and when the coast is clear, Irene snatches the vial from the counter and empties the rest of it into other dishes reserved for the princess before refilling the vial with water and placing it back where Wonho left it.

“YN, I’m so sorry,” she whispers to herself before fleeing into the night, never to be heard from again.

At dinner, YN pretends not to notice the odd taste in her food. It’s obviously been tampered with, but YN doesn’t let it show at all, eating properly and conversing with King Seokjin as much as she can bear. YN misses the look of glee in his eye as he drinks from his goblet, still believing that everything is going to plan.

YN starts feeling ill once the final course comes around. She quickly asks to be excused and King Seokjin offers to walk her back to her room. YN accepts, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to make it on her own with the way the room begins to spin.

For the next three days and nights, YN is in and out of consciousness, the world swirling around her in a nauseating mix of bright colors and fuzzy shapes. When she closes her eyes at midnight of the third day, her thoughts are on Wonho and the fact that the next time she opens them, she’ll be free to be with him.

But YN does not wake up. Not for a fortnight, not ever. Seokjin, furious, intends to find Irene and hang her for murdering his beloved before realizing that she’s nowhere to be found. It’s easy enough to frame Wonho for her murder and a matter of hours after YN dies, Wonho follows her from the gallows.

At his request, YN is preserved and dressed in a wonderful white wedding gown, still looking very much alive. He marries her anyway and has her crowned, determined to have her even in death. She’s too beautiful to be buried underground, so he commissions a glass coffin to display her in, putting her corpse in his bedroom where no one else can see her. King Seokjin finds that he does not mind YN being dead. She’s much less bothersome in passing, much easier to fall to his will.

King Seokjin stands before her, placing his hand flat against the cool glass of her coffin. Even in death, YN is the fairest of them all.

#yandere bts #yandere x reader #kim seokjin x reader #wonho x reader #bts angst #bts oneshot #kim seokjin #seokjin ff

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humanitysburrito · 4 years

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𖥸 - delirium

𑁤 SUMMARY; you and dabi reminisce on your friendship while you bleed out in his arms ᨟ PAIRING; f!reader x dabi ᨟ WARNINGS; 18+! smut, light bondage, angst, death, blood and wounds, language, outta char dabi? lol idc, dabi is toya todoroki ᨟ WC; 5k

authors note; this is the first fanfic I’ve ever written. I hope I wrote the whole y/n thing correctly. I debated on how to format the memories and reader quirk, and figured this looked and felt best. This originally was gonna be nothing but smut, but I do love me some sads. Comments are hella appreciated! Practice makes perfect and I will trust the process! (i put together the gif so you can pair it with the end uWu)

Wrong place, wrong time. There simply was no other way to put it. Seeking out Dabi while he was working had always been a dangerous game to play, but neither of you took the time to consider the possibility of friendly fire being your checkmate.

You found yourself stumbling through a vacant alleyway, praying to a higher power - if it existed - that Dabi was able to hear your pleas through the thick of the chaos. Your vision fuzzed into white cotton, prompting you to squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to clear the fog.

When you opened your eyes again, you threw your arms out towards your scarred lover, who was desperately sprinting towards you.

This was the first moment the word ‘love’ ever crossed your mind. The feelings you’ve had for Dabi over the past few years, especially in the last couple of months, have been ambivalent, to say the least. But right now, all you knew was him. All you could see was him. The nearly angelic image of his blue flames fanning out behind him - his tattered coat swaying in the wind. His body language was your gospel, and you were his resolve.

Your best friend.

Damn, you thought.

“Shit! Dabi..” Your fading voice trailed off into a light whisper as your ankles cracked underneath your weight. “I’m sorry.”

You could do nothing but apply pressure around the gaping, shredded hole that tore clear through your stomach. A dumpster broke your fall, and your body slid down to rest in a pool of your own blood.

Your quirk did little to restrain the Nomu that had charged in your direction just minutes earlier. Instead, it absorbed your power and released it instantaneously - piercing it right through you.

Blood oozed from your wound as you erupted into a fit of strained laughter.

Oh, how stupid must I look?

“I’m going out because of my own quirk! How anticlimactic!” Your words came out in a pitiful squeak absolutely littered with sarcasm as the remaining adrenaline in your body faded away.

What felt like a lifetime for you were mere seconds for Dabi as he reached for you, tripping over his feet before sitting down to pull your back flush against his chest, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. One of his palms rested along the side of your neck while the other cupped the side of your face in a vice grip.

“Shut up, y/n. You’re gonna be fine, yeah? Just breathe, doll.”

His heart was hammering wildly through his system despite his attempts to calm down and cool his body off. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, gently rubbing circles on the back your scalp - his first instinct to do whatever he could to make you comfortable.

“Don’t put me in limbo,” you said through gritted teeth as blood seeped out of your mouth. Dabi brought his legs around to hook over yours - similar to the way you two just started to cuddle. “We both know how this is going to end.”

And the both of you did. You’d be stupid not to, and Dabi knew that. He would enjoy this much more if you were a pro hero he could sadistically taunt as your life swayed in the balance. But you weren’t.

It would be easier if you were a comrade who unfortunately took a hit, who would go down forgotten and quickly replaced among the ranks. But you weren’t.

Right now, he wished you were anyone else.

“Quit talking like you’re gonna die, y/n!” He yelled into your skin as he erupted into a vicious cycle of shakes.

How the fuck did it come to this, what the fuck! His turquoise eyes strained forward, pulsing, and burning due to the tears he was unable to produce.

Dabi’s voice was laced with sorrow and regret. You had only heard it one other time, and the realization was the tipping point for you to finally cry. Salty water poured down your face as your mind began to cycle through the memories you’ve made with him.

Sweat pooled on your forehead as you drew closer to the man that was hunched over on the curb of your dirt driveway.

Through the darkness, you could see that he was covered in blood - all the way down his face and chest. Shiny, sharp pieces of metal sticking out from his skin glistened under the moonlight, and although you were still at least twelve feet away, the heat radiating off of him was enough to instantly make your clothes stick to your flesh.

As quiet as you tried to be with your movements, you were careless enough to kick some rocks up under your feet, earning you an icy glare from the man before you.

With one quick movement of his hand, ethereal blue flames roared from his palm in your direction but quickly dissipated into steam as he groaned into a state of incoherence and irrationality - the effects of your quirk.

You rose your hand, beckoning rusty chains to come forth from the earth and bind around him. He looked at you through the bloody strands of his raven hair - his turquoise eyes meeting your (e/c) irises that matched the billowing smoke coming from your quirk. The image in his eyes caused your heart to race. Anger and sorrow were swirling into your soul as he stared at you, but it was overpowered by a desperate plea for help as his eyes became lidded.

“Hell, dollface, you got a second?”

These were the first words Dabi ever spoke to you.

“You should have left me alone, y/n!” Dabi sobbed, leaving light kisses and nips along your ear, gently urging you to keep talking - about anything and everything.

You struggled against him to find a more comfortable position in his arms, shooting a hand up into his scarred flesh. He silently berated himself for letting you help him as much as you did.

Maybe then, he could have lived in a world blissfully unaware of your existence.

He choked on his tongue, his body falling limp against the ground as his aura erupted in a swelling mass of dust as your chains dissolved into the gravel. He passed out - falling face-first into the dirt.

You towered over his unconscious body and reached down, hooking your arms underneath his as you dragged him up your driveway towards your house, keeping him delirious with your quirk just in case he woke up. You brought forth more chains to keep him restrained in the bathroom connected to your garage. The sound of the lights buzzing on was enough to wake him up - snapping his head upright.

You had no choice but to let up on the delirium in an attempt to speak to him. As you knelt down to be level headed, his eyes never stopped following you. “Who are you?”

“You’re the one who has me chained up like a dog! Who the fuck are you?” His voice was strained and horse, exhaustion overpowering his vocal cords.

You raised your (h/c) eyebrows at his question, licking your teeth behind your lips, shaking your head as you stood up and pushed the bathroom door wide open. There was a clear shot through the garage towards the street you just plucked him off of.

“I’ll let you go then. You can make a run from here.” You calmly said, uninterested at his display of aggression. “If you try anything stupid, I’ll gladly tie you right back up and keep you here.” You looked down at him, your (h/c), (h/type) falling from behind your ear to the side of your face. “But let’s not forget who asked for a second of my time, dollface.”

“I forgot about that,” Dabi chuckled behind you. “Always using my own words against me.” A warm shiver trickled up your body as his breath steadied in your ear. “You know, I was just going to use you for some free food and a piece of ass before I left?”

You whispered, panting for air as a smirk painted your lips. “Did you get more than you bargained for?”

Dabi didn’t respond to you. He only squeezed your face closer into his chest as you felt his body jitter around you.

“So, what’s your name?”

There was a brief moment of silence before he answered your question.

He finally responded when you reached up to lightly dapple the blood away from under his scarred eyes.

“Dabi.”

“Hello, Dabi. My name is y/n. Do you make it a habit of passing out in people's yards?”

“Only the yards of pretty dolls like you.” Even through the blood and dirt and the satire in his voice - you notice the smirk on his face brighter than any other smile you had ever seen before.

You scoffed, blinking your thoughts away. “I’m sure you do, dollface.” His pride took a small hit at your attempts to use his words against him. Before he could respond, you pushed his head back into the bathtub and doused his hair in ice-cold water with your shower head.

“Oh, baby, how’d you know?” He managed to whisper in a moan, his hands clutching at his sides.

You couldn’t deny that this was the most exciting thing to happen to you in quite a while. You made your living by side hustling for heroes and villains - you didn’t care the cause as long as there was something beneficial for you in the long run. This was a wanted, and much-needed change of activity for you - the possible danger in it giving you a euphoric feeling your quirk never could.

“All jokes aside, Dabi, I’m glad I met you. Just being your friend has given me the best few years of my life. My only regret-,” you paused in a scream, the soft motions in his hands begging you to stop talking and save it for later, “-is that it took me this long to realize,” you whispered into the air, gritting your teeth and turning around against him the best you could to look at him. “I love you, you know.” Dabi froze, his arms becoming limp around you as he cradled your body.

His mind raced with every memory he’s ever had of the way you looked at him. The way you touched him, the way you took care of him. The way your fingertips gently worked their magic, repairing his weak constitution when he needed it the most.

You had been friends for a few years, and your relationship took its sweet fucking time to grow. His occasional visits for first aid eventually led to him crashing on your couch, to moving in as your elusive ‘never-home’ roommate. He enjoyed being around you because you weren’t a complete nuisance, and you were someone who chose to stay oblivious of his criminal activities.

The day he found out about your own indictments was when Tomura Shigaraki tried to recruit you one day while he was sipping whiskey at the bar.

“I’m sorry I’m late, I didn’t want to come.” The sound of your sneering voice made his ears perk up, and he shot around his bar seat to lock eyes with you.

Even though you declined Tomura’s offer, you came with your own contribution of intel that had a price. That night, you and Dabi stayed up drinking, chain-smoking, and sharing your thoughts and feelings about Stain’s ideology and the hypocrisy of pro-heroes.

Dabi wasn’t sure when he started to develop strange feelings for you. The three years of your friendship had turned into an intense myriad of passionate, sexual frustration that neither of you wanted to cave on. All he knew is that it was a slow, agonizing burn that eventually reached its termination.

If only you two hadn’t taken so long. If only it hadn’t been just last night.

You both somehow arrived home unscathed during a prep mission you decided to join him on because it had been weeks since you last saw each other. It ended with a massive rush of adrenaline coursing through your bodies - the teasing of who was actually the sidekick in the rare villainous scenarios you involved yourself in in flew out the window, and all you could see were equals as you stared into each other's eyes.

“If we do this, I might not be able to stop.” Dabi’s forehead was pressed against yours, his lips hovering tantalizingly close to your own. His words were coated in a sugary lacquer that rolled off his tongue, seemingly into your own mouth. Tears pooled in the corners of you (e/c) eyes - your mind hazy in a rush of anticipation and fear.

At this moment, you two felt like entirely different people - the exhilaration of a strange encounter filling your bodies with lust and excitement.

You needed him.

He needed you.

Dabi’s hand came around the back of your head and grasped at your hair, finally pushing your lips together for the first time in a cry of passion. Serotonin flooded his brain, his eyes opening halfway at the feeling of being absolutely wasted against your lips.

His mouth was warm - conflicting with his cold personality, but he tasted like cigarettes and cheap-ass whiskey - oh, my, you needed more.

The two of you were completely lost. Unaware of what the next step was as you kissed each other like a couple of love-struck teenagers for what felt like a lifetime.

His other hand eventually snaked up your side and underneath your shirt before palming his hand against the small of your back and pushing your body against him. Your hands reached to cup his face, your tongues dancing in a messy rhythm. You pulled away, saliva stringing and popping against his bottom lip. Dabi softly tilted you backward to rest your body on your couch as he climbed on top of you, his lips trailing down your jaw and neck while the cold steel on his face did little to chill the heat rising in your body.

“Da-bi,” your breath hitched in a moan as he nipped at the skin on your throat, your hands fisting his hair in frustration.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say my name like that, doll.” Dabi purred along your throat. “I’m going to make you say it over and over and over again.” His body slithered up to give you one last kiss before he sat up and removed his white shirt, tossing it over the side of the couch.

Your hands trailed along his abdomen, relishing in the feeling of his defined muscles and the cold bars on his nipples. He felt just as you thought he would, and the smell of charcoal and cologne brought you to a drunk reality - an indicator that you were not dreaming.

Your hands messily tried to undo the buckle on his belt, but he slapped them away. He reached down to kiss you again, his hands grabbing at your shirt and pulling it over your head.

Dabi looked down, seeing your nipples hardening underneath your bra. He bowed his head, struggling to keep his balance as a strange wave of guilt rushed through him. There was only one thing about you that he absolutely couldn’t stand - that you could make him feel things he’s never felt before.

It had taken three years to get to this point. What the fuck were you doing? The way you looked splayed out underneath him was nearly a forbidden sight.

“Y/n..” His words were lost as his eyes trailed along with your frame - ravenous hunger evident in his glassy orbs.

“No take backs. I have you right where I want you, so let’s finish what we started.” You reached up and pushed him down against you, capturing his lips in another heated kiss, grinding your hips against the twitching bulge in his pants. He felt you smile along his lips, reassuring the nervousness quelling inside his body.

Within seconds he had picked you up and sat down so you could straddle him. His hands caressed your waist and trickled all the way up to your bra that he quickly disposed of. His pierced tongue swirled around your swollen nipples, nibbling and sucking each one as he pushed your hips down harder, encouraging you to grind a little faster.

Your breath became ragged at the friction between your legs - your pussy practically gushing through your clothes and onto his pants. He pushed you away, leaving one hand on your side while the other unzipped your pants and slid a palm inside to rub along your clothed cunt. Your body shuddered as you threw your head back, leaning backwards to continue to grind as he stroked you teasingly. When he could feel your clit begin to swell and bulge out from your lips, he took the opportunity to sneak two fingers past your underwear and push inside you to beckon you towards him at high speed.

The sounds of your wet sex drenching his skin were almost too erotic for him to handle, and he ripped his hand out to bring it up to your face.

“Lick them clean.”

You did as you were told, taking each one of his digits into your mouth, swirling your tongue in a euphoric trance as you tried to replace what was missing between your legs with your own hand. Dabi snatched your wrist and held it against your thigh. “You don’t touch yourself unless I say so, dollface.”

“Yes, Dabi.” You replied, struggling to catch your breath. Dabi’s display of aggression and dominance was something you only dreamed of, and you needed more.

“Now, be a good girl and get on your knees for me?” The way he said it almost made you pass the fuck out - the demanding yet sensitive tone playing with your ears. It was not a question.

Once again, you followed instructions and sat on the floor. You spread his legs and positioned yourself as you unbuttoned his pants, smiling at his struggling erection, trying to spring free.

A gasp escaped from above you as you pulled his cock out, your hand wrapping perfectly around him. He watched you lick your lips with half-lidded eyes and instantly threw his head back at the feeling of your tongue tracing his head, down the underside of his shaft before licking back up and taking him into the back of your throat. He balled his fists into your soft, shiny (h/c) hair at the feeling and pumped ever so slightly to the rhythm you were still trying to find.

“Fuck, y/n.” The affirmation made you suck him deeper into your throat. Your watery eyes and gagging sounds encouraged him to force your nose down into his stubble as he set the pace and fucked into your mouth.

A feeling of white, hot fuzz started to form in his toes and up to his legs at the sight before him, causing him to rip you away from his cock with a ‘pop.’ “Look at you, dollface,” he cooed, smearing your saliva down your chin as you coughed and struggled to catch your breath. “Is this what you think about at night, hmm? Sucking my dick until you can’t breathe?” He teased, pushing his thumb between your lips to hook around your bottom teeth and pull you up with his index finger tightly fastened underneath your chin.

“Among other things,” you whispered before pulling him into another fiery kiss. His hands squeezed your waist, drawing your jeans down to leave you in nothing but your panties.

“Oh, well, if that’s the case, show me what comes next, babydoll,” Dabi growled as he picked you up and carried you off into your bedroom. He threw you on the bed and ripped off the useless, drenched fabric in between your legs.

The gravity of your situation set in. You were now completely naked in front of your best friend, for the very first time. And you sucked his dick. Oh, my god, I sucked his dick! Your face turned bright red in an embarrassing blush, your arms and legs balling up in an attempt to cover yourself.

“Y/n,” Dabi gently stopped you by crawling on top of you and cupping your face in his hands. “Don’t be shy. You have no idea how beautiful I find you, so let me show you, yeah?” He kissed you, this time it lasted longer than any. It felt different. Your heart strummed with a barrage of hot butterflies as his tongue ran across your teeth and pulled away to slither his body down to your dripping wet core.

“Oh, baby, look at this pretty little pussy.” The sight of your dripping wet, swollen cunt made Dabi want to completely ravage you right then and there. He could see you pulsating with need - wetness pouring down your legs. “You want me to do something about this, doll?”

All you could manage to do was moan in agreement as you lifted your head to give him permission to do anything he desired.

Dabi kissed your hips, down your thighs, so very close to giving you what you wanted. Your spine arched, perfectly, he thought.

He took your clit in-between two fingers, squeezing the bundle of nerves before giving you a quick lap with the tip of his tongue. The sound that escaped your lips was honest and excited him to the point of insanity. After a few seconds he lapped you again, using his tongue to toy with your folds before closing his lips around to suck on your engorged clit. You cried out, writhing in a fit of euphoria.

“Dabi! Oh - fuck, right there!” Dabi switched motions and took your clit into his mouth, sucking on it before using the tip of his tongue to relentlessly nick your swollen bud as it pressurized in his mouth. You were so wet that the entire bottom of his face was soaked, dripping down his chin and neck.

“I could devour you all night long, dollface, look at me.” Dabi wrapped his arm around your waist to prevent you from grinding your pussy in his mouth, pushing your body down into the bed. The minute you made eye contact with him, your orgasm skipped a few steps in the building process.

“You lick my pussy so fucking good - Dabi!” He raised his eyebrows at your reaction, and before you could finish in more ways than one, he pulled away, knocking the wind right out of your body while a cold chill crept up your spine.

“You’re gonna what?” Dabi teased as he rid himself of the rest of his clothes and positioned himself in between your legs, using the head of his cock to toy with the wet folds of your pussy before tapping your throbbing clit. You closed your eyes and tensed up, focusing because the rhythm was totally just enough to-

He pulled away, sitting back in satisfaction. You were speechless, your legs trembling in frustration. “I’ll ask you this again, y/n. What comes next?”

You were a shuddering, whimpering, melting mess at his words. The tone of Dabi’s voice was so erotic to your ears - and the way he spoke to you, so demanding, so sexy, you thought, was a way no one had ever spoken to you before. And you wanted more. You needed more.

“Mm,” You moaned, feeling like you were losing yourself to a darkness, and you were going to let it happen. “Touch me - make me yours. Fuck me, kiss me, just don’t stop, please!” He could tell you couldn’t take it anymore but something inside of him wanted to make this so much worse for you, to drag it out as long as possible.

You threw your head back, losing your reflexes to resist touching yourself.

Dabi snickered, leaning down to purr in your ear, pinning your hands above your head. “Be a good doll and beg for it, then.”

His words caused your lascivious desire to take over, and he was pushed back against your headboard, his arms and legs wrapped in the chains of your quirk. The chains snaked around the supports of your bed, leaving his cock wide open to do as you pleased. The delirium accompanied filled Dabi’s head with ecstasy, leaving him fully vulnerable to your advances. You climbed on top of him and sank your pussy down agonizingly slow to get used to his size. He threw his head back, moaning in a way that sent jolts straight to your sopping wet sex. With a wave of your hand, you banished the chains, looking at Dabi, who was clear-minded and perplexed.

“Wow.” Was all he could say as he gripped your hips and rammed up into you. “You wanna tie me up, is that it?” He said through gritted teeth as he kept you still, vigorously pumping into you. “You wanna have it your way, baby? You want me to shut up so you can fuck me like you want it done? Is this how you want it? Ugh, fuck!” Your skin turned red as his cock continued to massage your velvet lining, your liquid splashing with every thrust.

Your arms rose up and twined in your hair, your breasts bouncing in just the right way to drive him absolutely crazy. The room was filled with the wet noises of this long awaited night - the moans coming from both of you fulfilling the carnal desires deep within.

“Dabi, please let me come!”

He sat up, snaking an arm around your waist to throw you backwards. You locked eyes, both of you struggling to breathe, heaving for dear life. “You feel so good, doll, you like that cock, yeah?”

Dabi sat up on his knees, pulling your waist off of the bed so you were flush against him - his cock bottoming out as far as it could go. He used one hand under your back to keep you raised, and his other one to push your chest into the mattress.

He leaned over you for a brief moment to collide in a kiss - the best one of his life. With you. Only you.

You cried out as he fucked you and gave you everything you needed - everything he could think of giving you. Your hands trailed along his chest to keep him against you, wrapping your arms around his scarred neck to beg for more.

Dabi growled at the sensation rising in his body and ripped away from you, using both hands on your hips to viciously fuck into you - giving you pure, relentless, unadulterated ecstasy.

“Come all over my cock, dollface, do it! You know you want to.” Dabi brought his thumb to your clit, softly rubbing in wide, fast circles. The stimulation inside was matching perfectly with what he was offering your clit, filling your body with something deep and intense.

Dabi’s eyes widened at the feeling of constant streams of wetness, coating his cock and running down his legs. He smirked. “That’s it, y/n, you have permission.” Dabi, nearing his own release, started to shake and bite his lip. “You’re making such a fucking mess!” He growled and threw his head backward, his vision becoming hazy as he rolled his head on his shoulders.

“Da-bi, Dabi!” You screamed out in a lustful moan that was like candy to his ears.

“Yes, that’s it, say my fucking name!”

“I’m gonna cum-ah! Dabi!”

The sight before him was absolutely gorgeous - you - body flushed, drenched in sweat, writhing in rapture as your body exploded into a blended orgasm, your squirting pussy gripping him as you tried to milk him of his own release. But he was so focused on you that he delayed his own orgasm until you were at your tail end. Your body shuddered as he came inside of you, squeaking at the feeling of your pussy being filled with his warmth.

“Y/n,” Dabi moaned, leaning down to pull you in a warm embrace. Your fingers ran through his hair as he salted your neck and cheek with wet kisses and whispers of praise in your ear. “I could get used to this,” he softly growled into your ear, laying on his side to spoon you into him.

The lust and euphoria began to fade, and you two were left to cope with the left over feelings of what transpired. You rolled over, Dabi softly brushing the hair out of your face. This soft side of him was something you never thought he had in him and you wanted to cherish every second of it - not ruin it with a slew of unspoken questions and feelings. Instead, the two of you softly, and passionately kissed yourselves into an accidental sleep.

Both of you wished that you had stayed home to live another night like it. To feel your body cradled close to him - for both of you to experience more of what you had been putting off for so long.

“Keep going, y/n.” He urged you when you hadn’t said anything else, squeezing your shoulder with his arm.

But you were unable to speak anymore. The only sounds escaping were cracked whimpers.

He reached his head down in front of your face, a soft smile forming in the corner of your lips as your beautiful life left your eyes - your arms dropping to your sides as he gave you his final kiss. “I love you, doll.”

Those were the last words Dabi said to you.

He picked your body up and ran towards the little secluded place in the woods that he had learned to call home, and he filled the gap of your conversation with dozens of memories as if you were merely asleep in his arms. When he couldn’t physically go any further, he laid your body on the ground, and set every tree in sight ablaze before getting back to his task at hand.

He had to push you into the back of his mind along with the people he chose to forget about. With you, he had no choice but to forget. Another page torn from the story he was living. He put the walls he let you tear down back up, this time, forever.

Ultimately, he would never forget you. You gave him the first happy experience he’ll ever have, and with every move he continues to make, you will always play a part in them. No matter how hard he tries to forget.

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