#He might even lend him some of his powers to fuck some people over
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Reaper!Tav
Reaper is a job in ffxiv where the person makes a deal with a voidsent (being of pure dark aether) to share their power and fight with them in exchange for aether. They fight with a giant scythe and can absorb souls to gain a new form where they merge with the Reaper and look even more demonic. A voidsent is always consumed by hunger and can never really be satiated.
Characters: Wyll, Dammon, Rolan, Zevlor
Warnings: None
Notes: Some crossover stuff. Reaper is the coolest job. Aesthetically and storywise. I really need to get back on track instead of coming up with new ideas
Wyll
Has never heard of a voidsent so assumes your a warlock like him
In a way the two classes are similar. Devils are a lot more cunning and into contracts. Your voidsent is simply a ravenous beast.
The voidsent won't manipulate you into anything. But you feel their bottomles hunger like its your own, making you act rather scary in battle especially when you channel them and become enshrouded
There are clear ups and downs. But if you had to ask, you rather deal with the beast than annoying fucks like mizora or raphael
Once he meets your avatar his alarm does grow. Its definitely different from Mizora but no less dangerous
Overtime he does come to see that you and the voidsent do have a fairer deal. No power plays or manipulation tactics, both of you stand to gain something frok each other.
The voidsent gets to feed and experience light for the first time coming from an eternally darkness ridden world and you get a powerful boost in strength
Has an easier time opening up to you about his deal with mizora and his origins
The two of you understand sacrifice and the want to protect something with everything you had
Admires the way you fight with a scythe. He hasn't seen people fight with such a weapon
You really do look like an avatar of death
But he trusts you to have a hold of that hunger
Dammon
The most open minded of the characters
First noticed you by that giant scythe you carry on hour back. He quickly knows its not a simple farming tool. Really it was a work of art. He's happy to repair it whenever you ask
Not a common weapon either but he's seen the way you weild it. Its enough to send enemies running
But he's also seen you enshrouded, a horrifying spectre clawing out of a dark portal, like Myrkul himself appearing, merging with you
He's been to the hells and seen his fair share. But seeing your new intimidating form made him almost run as well
Doesn't really understand magic as well as wizards but he's always been fascinated with infernal machinery which is a tabboo subject
So when he sees your voidsent out and about with you, is the least bothered by it. Not that he isn't, just less so.
You say you've kinda bonded with them. Telling him the story of a world consumed by darkness, its people turned into voidsent. Your voidsent was just a regular person at some point. he's horrified at the revelation
It was the reason you were willing to bring the avatar around. To see a world with light and color. It delighted him how sympathetic you were, changing his view on the voidsent
He's happy to hear you have a fair relationship, both being equals. Something not at all true for warlocks and their patrons
Might actually greet it when you come over with the voidsent still around
Rolan
Will never admit it but your enshrouded form genuinely scares him. He puts on a brave front
The actual voidsent scares him even more. Doesn't want it anywhere near him. Thank you
Early on he just wishes to avoid it. But when you end up saving him multiple times does he begin to care about your situation
Is the most openly against your deal with the voidsent. He's seen how infernal pacts go, nothing good comes from it. He can't imagine why you would want to lend it your mana. When doing so too much would kill you
And how do you know if this things won't take over?
When he notices you drained on mana, he'll lend some of his own. You did save him and his family after all
He really wants you to get out of this deal but you reassure him that the deal it equitable
You voidsent doesn't want you gone or worse, your its main source of food after all. And you'd like to think you've bonded with them after all this time fighting side by side
He'll huff and call you a fool but doesn't push it. He knows you can handle it better than most people, your kind and good, less likely to be consumed by the temptation of power
Just dont go pushing yourself for other people too much ok? He doesn't want you dying when he hasn't really paid you back (thats all no other reason- shutupyoutwo i can see you giggling!)
Also lectured you once not to bring your voidsent into the shop you'll scare his customers
Zevlor
During that first fight at grove he noticed the strange weapon you carried. It was odd to use a farmer's tool but maybe you needed to improvise?
Then he saw you weild it and the hairs on the back his neck stood up
You were a forced to be reckoned with. Suddenly it wasn't a farmer's tool but an instrument of Myrkul. Reaping souls of your enemies
It was almost mesmerizing watching you hack and slash everything around you. But he noticed the dark energy your attacks emitted
Like Rolan, majorly concerned when he witnesses the voidsent fight by your side
He eventually asks about your abilities and you don't hide the deal you made with this 'voidsent'
Quickly grows concerned for you. There's a chance you could drain yourself dry from fighting this way
At one point he sees you merge with this things and take on a menacing appearance. The scream you let out chilled him to his bone as it sounded inhuman. You dived into battle ravenously, like a man possessed, like a hungry beast
But he couldn't take over fighting, not when you outclass most people. Still he makes sure your not overexerting yourself
The voidsent wasn't a higher being and needed you just as much as you did. It soothed his worries a little but he never likes seeing it hang around
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The strongest - Kinktober 22
Summary: Strength is just your thing.
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader
Kink: Strength kink
Warnings: ogling, I mean, shamless ogling, implied smut, cocky Dean
A/N: A short and naughty drabble.
Kinktober 2022
Dean does it again. He stretches his arms over his head and flexes his muscles.
It’s pure torture to watch his brawny shoulders and thick biceps do their work.
He’s so fucking strong. Dean could easily overpower you. He could hold you down and fuck you into submission. How much you wish he would put his hands on you.
Right now, he wants to lift a few heavy boxes to carry them toward the storage room.
You decided on always having enough canned food and water at the bunker.
You never know when the next apocalypse knocks at your door, or you are too lazy to go for a grocery run. Whatever happens first.
“Did you hear me?” Sam asks as you try not to drool on your shirt while watching your friend.
Dean is breathing proof that Chuck did one or two things right. Even if he was a complete douche. He made Dean Winchester.
“Y/N?” you lick your lips as Dean lifts the first box. His biceps flex. You whimper. His shoulders roll. You whine. “Earth to Y/N.”
“What?” you love Sam like a brother, but right now you’d like to kick his ass. You hate that you must take your eyes off Dean to look at his brother.
“I asked if you are done with the book, Y/N.”
“Yeah. I’m good.”
You shove the book toward Sam to go back to your favorite show. Dean Winchester. Live and in color.
“Sweetheart, do we need so much water?” Dean cocks his head to look at you. He smirks as he caught you staring at him again. “Y/N. The water.”
“Sam and I got lots of beer for you too, Dean. Don’t you worry,” you wink at Dean. “We can’t leave you at the bunker without beer.”
“You’re too good to me, sweetheart,” you chuckle as Dean gives you a loop-sided grin. “If you make me some pie, I might marry you.”
“You are a bad liar Winchester. What if I keep you up on that promise?” he smirks now.
“I’ll keep my word,” he turns his attention back toward the boxes. And you. Well, you go back to watching Dean.
He easily lifts the next box and you imagine it’s you.
“So strong,” you whisper under your breath. “He could break me into two halves without any effort. I just know it.”
Sam looks up from his book, “what are you mumbling all the time, Y/N?”
“It’s nothing. Sorry.”
How can you tell Sam that you get very horny when you only see his brother flex his muscles or lift heavy stuff.
Or even worse, win a fight with one of the creatures lurking in the dark.
You could cum at once seeing the strength and power in Dean.
“Fuck.”
“Did you say something?”
Dropping your eyes to the ground you wiggle and shift on your seat and press your thighs together. You whimper as it’s just the right amount of friction to give you a little release.
“Just a little more.”
“Sweetheart, you look a little busy over there, but can you lend me a hand?” right, when you can reach the peak Dean, steals your high. He smirks as you reluctantly get up from your chair. “Can you help me lift this one? It’s pretty heavy.”
“Sure,” you lick your lips. Having the chance to watch Dean lift heavy stuff up-close is even better. “What can I do?”
“Just watch me lift the heavy stuff.”
You stare at Dean; mouth agape.
While you were watching him, Dean was watching you.
Ever the observant hunter, he realized a long time ago that you like watching him. Especially when he shows off his strength.
“Uh-“ you bite your tongue. What can you say? That you didn’t watch him the whole time, and that your panties are not soaked?
“Maybe I can help you out with your problem later, too,” Dean looks you straight in the eyes. He flashes you a cocky grin, as he flexes his biceps on purpose. “You know that I love to help people, sweetheart.”
You release a shuddery breath. “T-hat would be great.”
Dean knows exactly what you need, and he will give it to you. All. Night. Long…
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Okay, I’ve never seen The Blacklist but the Netflix summary and preview clip looked super interesting so here we go.
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Wei Wuxian finds himself surprisingly calm as he pushes open the plate-glass door beneath the massive Cultivation Bureau of China insignia. Low-level security cultivators watch him as he passes, but no more intently than they watch anyone else. The one closest to the doors even nods to him. Wei Wuxian wonders at how stupid that man is about to feel, and then decides he doesn't care.
The interior of the building is warm enough to fog up his sunglasses once he’s far enough into the grand, granite foyer. The doors fall shut behind him; the sun shines down through the tall wall of glass like even it wants to watch what happens next. It should feel like the closing of a trap. But there’s a brightness in his chest, a kind of buoyancy that wards off any anxiety that might want to cling to his heartbeats.
He pushes the fogged sunglasses up his forehead into his hair as he makes his way to the front desk. The woman there — a second-rank cultivator by her uniform, barely a step up from the mall cops guarding the doors — looks at him without a hint of recognition. No fear in her eyes, no tightness in her jaw.
“Welcome,” she says with the kind of resigned false cheer that all customer service professionals seem to learn as a part of their job training, “to the CBC. How can I assist you today?” Her name tape says Zhang.
“I’m here to see Director Lan Qiren,” Wei Wuxian replies, similarly cheerful.
He finds that he is cheerful. He’s been planning this for several weeks now. It’s always nice to finally have a project underway.
“Yes, sir,” says Cultivator Zhang. “Do you have an appointment?”
“I do not.”
She nods. Types something into the computer. Looks back at him.
“Name and identification?”
He braces himself. So it begins.
“Wei Wuxian,” he says with a smile, and he slides his passport to her over the counter.
Still no recognition. Which is fair. She’s still in the rote part of doing her job. Plugging names and numbers into the computer.
But something will ping soon. Her own memory or the system.
Wei Wuxian doesn’t wait for her to return his passport — it will be confiscated soon, anyway. He doesn’t wait for her to dismiss him — the alarm will likely sound before she’s finished entering the appointment request.
He steps backward, away from the desk and toward the center of the foyer. Slowly, he sets down his black, canvas backpack. Just as slowly, he removes his worn, leather jacket, draping it gently over the backpack. Then, he uses the red scrunchie around his wrist to tie his shoulder length hair up into a quick ponytail, before interlocking his fingers behind his head.
People have turned to watch him. The first-rank security guards, but also the other people in the foyer -- office workers, civilians. He doesn't look back at them.
As the alarm sounds, he is already halfway to his knees. And by the time the first-ranks get their swords out of their scabbards, Wei Wuxian — aka Yiling Laozu, the most wanted man in cultivation — has already crossed his ankles with his eyes aimed down at the floor, grinning wildly.
—
“What the fuck is this?”
A folder, thick with loose papers, slams down onto the metal table in front of Wei Wuxian. Some of the papers begin to slope out of the open side, unsecured as they are.
“I thought ‘no cursing’ was one of your Bureau rules,” says Wei Wuxian, delightedly amused already. Do they really think a bit of anger is what will break him? He grew up with Jiang Cheng and Madam Yu for fuck's sake.
The man who yelled and threw the folder stands to the side of the table, closest to the door, and glowers down at Wei Wuxian. He’s a strong enough cultivator to press the room with his spiritual power, lending weight to the air in a way he probably hopes will make Wei Wuxian feel claustrophobic. Unfortunately for him, Wei Wuxian has spent time with far more power than this man can spin out of his golden core.
The cultivator wears the standard CBC field uniform of durable blue wool trousers, a white linen shirt, and charcoal-grey combat boots. His jacket is of the same cloth and tailoring, but it is clean of any rank or unit insignia. He has no name tape, either. The only identity marker on him is a sect affiliation patch with a silver beast’s head embroidered over a green background. Nie Sect cultivators, because of their unique blend of spiritual and bestial energies, are required to self-identify when inside the building. Wei Wuxian remembers that from his time in Bureau training, too.
“Answer the question.”
Wei Wuxian lounges as much as he can in the simple plastic and metal chair. His hands are still bound behind him with a thick zip tie, but at least they’re not attached to anything but each other. There's no suppression in the bindings, or in the room, which is curious. A sign of trust, maybe? Or, more likely, they're not entirely sure how to deal with him. Which is kind of why he's here in the first place.
He looks down at the way the stack of paper still seems to be oozing from between the tabbed manila jacket sides of the folder. None of the individual notes are entirely flat, giving the whole sheaf a disheveled texture. It is decidedly not the lightly-battered red-canvas portfolio he brought in with him, though he does recognize the papers within.
“Looks like a folder,” he says, a casual smirk curling up one side of his mouth. “I feel like even you field types should be able to figure that one out for yourselves.”
Across the room from where Wei Wuxian is sitting, the wall appears to be a mirror, though nobody in this room would think that’s what it is. Behind that mirror, Wei Wuxian would bet his entire stash of Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee that Lan Qiren is rolling his eyes.
Inside the room, the Nie cultivator pinches the bridge of his nose in a frustrated gesture that looks adorably familiar. “What are your notes supposed to be getting at, Wei Wuxian?” he asks.
“Oh! These are my notes!” says Wei Wuxian with, he’ll admit, exaggerated surprise and innocence. “Giving you a bit of trouble, are they?”
The Nie cultivator huffs through his nose.
Because of course they are. Wei Wuxian is not stupid enough to show up to CBC headquarters with decipherable notes. Who the fuck do they think he is that they were even willing to devote the three hours, or however long he's been sitting here, to try.
“What do you want? Huh?" The cultivator looks like he personally has been attempting to read through Wei Wuxian's notes, which is certainly a choice the Bureau made. A couple of choices. First to have this rando attempt what many of Wei Wuxian's own teachers were never quite able to do, and second to send him and his ratcheted irritation in here to deal with Wei Wuxian himself.
Wei Wuxian blinks owlishly at him and he can almost see his blood pumping harder across his temple.
"What’s your purpose here, Yiling Laozu?” the cultivator tries again.
It's tempting to continue to stonewall him, but Wei Wuxian is actually here for a purpose. “I told that nice cultivator at the front desk," he says, reminding everyone listening that he has, actually, been very cooperative. "I am here to meet with Director Lan Qiren.”
The Nie cultivator shakes his head, almost apologetically. “Director Lan is busy, so you’re stuck with me for now.” He says it like he's just as upset about it as Wei Wuxian is. Like they're somehow in this together and if they can just overcome their differences, they can sing and dance their way to the high school prom.
Wei Wuxian cocks his head to the side, a curious grin spreading on his lips. It could be fun to indulge this. To play along just enough to see how high he can raise this guy's pulse. His eyes flick over the cultivator. The man isn't unattractive, thick muscles and hair just long enough to pull. He looks easily riled, already primed for it, but not a man who would resist the attention if he thought it was actually getting him somewhere with the notes.
"Just work with me here," he says, proving Wei Wuxian correct and pressing what he clearly thinks is an advantage. "I'm all you've got right now."
Unfortunately, Wei Wuxian doesn't actually want to send a Nie sect cultivator into qi deviation for this, entertaining as it might be.
So Wei Wuxian grins lazily back at him and says, “Oh, I highly doubt that." He directs his attention to the window that isn't a mirror. "What do you say, Old Man Lan?" In his periphery he can see the Nie cultivator splutter at Wei Wuxian's impertinence. And wow, did they just not prepare this guy at all? "Wanna come in here so we can get this party started? Or would you rather I frustrate your subordinate to death first. You know I can do it.”
It's unclear if it was the familiar title aimed at the Director, or the casual insult to the Nie cultivator's own control, but when Wei Wuxian looks back to him, the man's face is almost purple.
“Who the fuck do you think y—“
The door swings open, cutting him off, as Lan Qiren, in all his CBC Director glory, walks into the room.
“Language,” he says to the Nie cultivator, and Wei Wuxian doesn’t say anything about it, for which he feels he deserves a medal of some sort. Or at least a pretty color ribbon.
The Nie cultivator gawps for a moment before he seems to collect himself again.
"Director Lan," he says with a bow.
Lan Qiren nods back to him, disappointment radiating, and flicks his hand back toward the open door.
Dismissed, the Nie cultivator bows to the Director once more and then leaves the room with significantly more control than he had a moment ago, so kudos to him for that.
Beside Lan Qiren are two other cultivators. Both are as unadorned as the Nie, though these don't even show their sect affiliation. At least not explicitly. The one to Lan Qiren’s left is of a medium build, hair pulled into a tight bun at the base of her skull. She looks tall for a woman, with the broad shoulders and muscular arms of every Lan sect cultivator. Wei Wuxian imagines he can see the sect necklace sitting beneath her tightly done up band collar.
The one to Lan Qiren’s right— Well. Wei Wuxian would recognize the director’s youngest nephew with his eyes closed on a moonless night. Lan Wangji, of course, doesn’t even deign to look at Wei Wuxian, those beautiful honey-brown eyes focused somewhere on the wall beyond his shoulder. And fuck if that doesn’t get Wei Wuxian’s blood pumping.
“Ah, Old Man Lan!" greets Wei Wuxian brightly. "How nice of you to take time out of your busy—“
Lan Qiren cuts him off. “I’m here, Wei Wuxian." He doesn't roll his eyes, but it's a near thing, his exasperation with his former student quickly returning to its home in the deep set of his eyebrows. "Explain to me what you are doing here.”
The Lan cultivator on Lan Qiren's left is watching Wei Wuxian with an intense, assessing kind of gaze. He can almost feel her cataloging the degree to which his shoulders are sloped and the exact shade of his eyes.
Lan Wangji still isn't looking at him.
“Well, I found out you’ve been looking for me—“
But Lan Qiren cuts him off again. He looks tired. “Enough with the games, please. Are you here to help us, or are you here to waste our time?”
They know why he’s here, is the thing. They’d have to be very dumb not to have put it together by now. And the CBC is many things — stuffy, uptight, moralistic, understaffed, underpaid — but they aren’t actually incompetent. With murders stacking up left and right, resentful energy found gathering in places and quantities it shouldn't naturally gather in, and Wei Wuxian’s very solid alibi of being not in the country at the time, there can be only one reason he’d so willingly turn himself in like this. And Lan Qiren, in particular, is not stupid. Which means that he wants Wei Wuxian to say it. Which is… a little bit humiliating and a lotta but like eating dirt.
But, hey. He’s here to get shit done, not to be cowed by an old teacher in an argument that Wei Wuxian has still technically won! Resentful energy can be used just like spiritual energy is! But, sure, it can be… pretty fucked up, too. In the wrong hands.
Wei Wuxian inhales deeply. It's still not a comfortable thing to admit.
“Alright, fine," he says, meeting Lan Qiren's narrowed gaze across the table. "You have a demonic cultivator problem. I have a problem with my work being misused for a string of murders. It seems to me we may be able to help each other out on this front.”
CBC Director Lan Qiren would never do anything so crass as openly gloat, but there's a sparkle in the dark brown of his eyes that does it for him.
"Good," he says, sitting down in the chair that Wei Wuxian is only now noticing exists. Lan Qiren picks up the folder, resettling the loose papers inside, and folds his hands over the top of it. Because, again, he's not an idiot, he doesn't jump right into the good stuff. He simply asks, "What are your conditions, Mr. Wei?"
Wei Wuxian's shoulders are tight after several hours of having his wrists bound behind his back. He squirms around in the chair to relieve the pressure on one, stretching his neck out in the process.
"Amnesty, obviously," he says. Because it is obvious. Wei Wuxian is not just going to let the CBC throw him in jail after this. And if they try, they'll find it to be a much more difficult task than they're prepared for.
"Obviously," replies Lan Qiren with a nod.
"Not," Wei Wuxian clarifies, "that I've actually broken any legal laws. Just your bullshit cultivation laws."
Lan Qiren's eyebrow twitches and Wei Wuxian wonders, briefly, if he'll actually see a full face reaction during this interview. If not, there will be plenty of time as they work the case. Lan Qiren did always hate the way Wei Wuxian briefed a room.
Now, however, Lan Qiren sounds only mildly annoyed when he says, "Those are, as you put it, 'legal laws.'"
"Yeah," says Wei Wuxian, slouching further into the uncomfortable chair, "but you know what I mean, and I know you know what I mean." Which is to say that Wei Wuxian is not nearly as much of a reprobate as Lan Qiren wishes he was. Resentful energy corrupts the body and mind and all that turned out to be true... but only if you don't account for it. To date, thirteen years since he started cultivating with resentful energy, Wei Wuxian still has yet to spiral out into degeneracy and moral decay. Much to Lan Qiren's apparent chagrin.
Lan Qiren huffs shortly through his nose. "Indeed. Anything else?"
"Lan Zhan."
Even at the sound of his own name, Lan Wangji continues to look past Wei Wuxian, but Wei Wuxian can no longer pretend Lan Wangji isn't the immediate focus of any room he happens to be in.
"What about Special Agent Lan Wangji?" asks Lan Qiren, something perturbed in his voice.
Wei Wuxian isn't looking at him. He's staring intently at Lan Wangji as he says, "I'll only work with him."
Still nothing. Lan Wangji continues to hold his unnaturally still posture. His eyes boring a hole into the wall behind Wei Wuxian, so focused and so deep that Wei Wuxian imagines the man can see all the way out of the building through it.
Lan Qiren clears his throat as if trying to get Wei Wuxian's attention back on himself. When it doesn't work, he simply presses on and asks, "And why is it you want to work with my nephew?"
The question sounds surprisingly disingenuous. Like Lan Qiren already knows the answer. Which, maybe he does.
"Maybe," says Wei Wuxian casually, "I just want something pretty to look at."
A muscle jumps in Lan Wangji's jaw and it takes real, actual effort for Wei Wuxian to not shout his victory.
"No, Wei Wuxian," says Lan Qiren. "If we’re going to do this, you have to say it."
That does succeed in getting Wei Wuxian's attention back. Lan Qiren's eyes are narrowed, more angry than he's been the entire time he's been in here with Wei Wuxian. He was always protective of his nephews, but the fury in his gaze speaks to something more, something specific. And personal.
Wei Wuxian meets that anger with a stubbornness that has subdued a mass grave of resentful dead.
They stare each other down, neither willing to look away. Fire and ice, eating away at each other.
It surprises Wei Wuxian to find that his ice is what wears down first. But, he realizes quickly, it isn’t all that surprising at all. He supposes that saying out loud why Wei Wuxian wants Lan Wangji around is less painful for him than it is for Lan Qiren to have his nephew insulted in front of him. Not that it was an insult, really; Lan Wangji really is that pretty. But Lan Qiren's ire is fair. Wei Wuxian's stubbornness is... not.
"Fine," he says, and actually drops his eyes in concession.
He's not above admitting that that was a weird moment for him, but he takes a few seconds to stretch his shoulders back before continuing.
"I want Lan Zhan there," he says finally, "because he’s the only one of you fuckers who’s ever been able to keep up with me." Which is both true and gratifying to say.
He glances up at Lan Wangji, but still cannot seem to read anything on that beautiful, stoic face. Lan Wangji’s breath is steady; the even thrum of his golden core can be felt across stadiums if he so chooses, but now it remains quiet and spinning; his posture could be written about in textbooks, and possibly has been.
Nothing.
Wei Wuxian tries not to bristle about it. He’ll have time.
When he looks back to Lan Qiren, he meets the man’s steely gaze and says, "There. Happy?"
Strangely, Lan Qiren does look pleased. Almost… amused? He has the beginnings of a smile threatening his perpetually dour expression — a softening around his mouth and the corners of his eyes. He strokes his long beard.
"It’ll do. For now."
#wei wuxian#lan qiren#wangxian#lan wangji#mdzs#the untamed#cql#fanfiction#the blacklist au#i'm not gonna finish this#but somebody funnier than me should#or somebody better at writing case fics#or both#as many cakes as you want!#fic inspiration#my writing#no research was done in the making of this first draft#this is crack your honor
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Okay, a bunch of theories (and mysteries that need to be solved) for severance season 2 I’ve conjured up:
- Irving’s outtie is actually undercover, and might have figured out a way to recall some of his memories, even if it’s only in dreams or through art - he keeps painting the hallway to the test floor, and occasionally paint drips when his innie is at work. The fact he already had Burt’s address written and circled on the map also lends a lot of credence to this theory. Plus, while the stuff was hidden in a false bottom, I kind of wonder if he expected at one point for his innie to take over outside of work. He could have used a cipher for his information, but chose not to. Maybe his chip was tampered with by the same woman who reintegrated petey… maybe they’re working together?
- and he’s so intent on exposing Lumon because he knows that they’re planning to use this shit for military purposes. It always goes back to finding ways to kill other people, and what’s better than soldiers with no baggage or memories of home to weigh them down, that have literally nothing to live for outside of war, and at the end the original consciousness won’t have ptsd or be able to leak information?
- was all the navy stuff really Irving’s, or his father’s, or a mix of both? Is he trying to avenge his father who died in war, potentially due to Lumon’s involvement? I’m betting it’s that.
- Gemma was absolutely a test to see if mark would recognize her, and he couldn’t. But why use her as a guinea pig? She supposedly died in the car accident a minimum of one month before mark joined Lumon, and mark has been there 2 years, with ms Clare only being awake for a little over 100 hours in that time. No, they had her in their possession before he joined. I think they might have been looking for test subjects, and had enough power and money to straight up abduct people with severe injuries from the hospital and tell their families they died. Or, perhaps Gemma was conscious and they got her to consent to experimental life-saving medical procedures from Lumon, with the caveat that she would work for the company afterwards… and never leave it, living on the test floor. Probably left that part out though.
- the “revolving” is probably some shit where they upload their consciousness into a computer. They’re possibly the board. Scratch that, they’re probably the board.
- what was so important about that card that milchick needed to do overtime contingency to find it?? Why risk him seeing his family or even getting a single glimpse of his outtie’s life over a stupid card?? Even if they’re related to sleeper agent shit, why couldn’t it wait until he was back at work the next day?? I’ve seen some people say they didn’t want them to know they could smuggle shit out (which let’s be real there’s no way the writing detecting scanner works), but wouldn’t the outtie have noticed it on him? If they knew he didn’t have it, then just wait until the following day it must be at work…
- okay were the sex workers severed or not. Actually i really fucking hope not because that opens way too many fucked up shit.
- harmony had medical equipment that said “Charlotte cobel” on it. At first i thought oh wow maybe it’s a dead partner, but reflecting more it’s got to be a dead (or presumed dead) daughter. Lumon could have offered to save her life or treat her if she worked for them, which would give her major motivation and explain why she had such an intense breakdown upon being fired. Plus - she had to know all that breastfeeding stuff from somewhere!
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Any character analysis stuff or notes or what have ya for any of the Earthlings?
I wouldn't say I have analysis as such, not to the obsessive nitpicky scale that I have on Vegeta. I love Bulma's refusal to be laid aside by the plot around her, how she's a tether to normality (ok... relative normality) for so many other characters. She has a completely different strength from the raw power that most Dragon Ball characters have. I love the way Krillin matures over time, how courageous he is; he never loses his fear, but he never lets it keep him from acting either. I love Android 18 (Yeah, the androids are earthlings too! even if they're not 100% human anymore.) and her even keel, her frank honesty, and her unwillingness to play around. Tien stands out to me because of all these people who are ostensibly martial artists, he's the only one who consistently keeps to a respectable level of the asceticism associated with a monk. It says a lot about his character, I think. This is a world where people fly and shoot lasers out of their hands and regularly fight aliens, zombies, dinosaurs, and gods. Tien is strange for his lack of theatricality, given that. I like the people who are slightly out of place. One day I'll comb through the story and focus on Tien and put together something proper for him because I really do enjoy him.
But you wanted some form of meta, so let's talk Android 17 for a little. Of the Earthlings, he's my favorite (albeit by a very narrow margin) sheerly because he's so... strange. And not strange in the same way that Tien is strange given the setting he's in, but in a way that's kind of hard to read. The android twins are both less social than the average Dragon Ball character, in that they're not very wordy people whenever there's a Group. You know what I mean, when characters all get together like for Bulma's party or something, and there's different integrations of interaction that are happening? Some people are actively talking, some people are just hanging out in the vibe? They're the people that hang out in the vibe. Where they differ though is that 18 might be quiet but she's at least there, starting in Buu arc. We didn't even know for sure that 17 was ALIVE until like, a handful of chapters before Z ends. He fucks so far off from the rest of the group that he ultimately ends up on an island populated only by himself and a menagerie of exotic, rare beasts and monsters. We don't even know if he was in contact with his sister at all during that time.
I suppose what I'm trying to get at here is that 17 lands uncannily well in the sweet spot between human and nonhuman machine. Solitude agrees with him (in fairness, that's not uncommon in Dragon Ball: hello Piccolo Tien and Vegeta), but he has a wife and three kids. He's completely fine with the possibility of the universe being destroyed because nobody gets special dispensation--everyone goes, be they king or servant--but he joins the Tournament of Power anyway because he wants to get a huge boat and spend time with said family. He's the type of guy who straight-lacedly punches out someone in the middle of a transformation sequence for practicality's sake, then gets melodramatically hammy for the hell of it later (HIS ALLEGEDLY COLD AND UNLOVING FISTS). I like to describe him as a cryptid--fitting, considering his chosen profession.
I enjoy reading too much into things, so take some food for thought: 'Monsters are wildlife too' is just a step removed from 'Androids are people too', isn't it? One thing that stuck out to me most when I was watching Z is how, the moment there stops being a reason to fight each other (i.e. a common enemy in Cell), 17 seems to kind of soften up, in a way, to Piccolo. He's not overtly friendly, but he's not begrudgingly allied and abrasive about it like, say, Vegeta on Namek. Like he sounds legitimately upset when Cell blows a hole in Piccolo and leaves him to drown.
It kinda does lend some different perspective to the idea that 17 (and 18 too) is a misfit kid just looking for a good time by any means necessary. What does 17 even know about Piccolo at this point in time? Nothing, save for a few small things: he's not human, he doesn't belong; fighting him is the best challenge/most fun he's had since waking up; Piccolo will without hesitation turn around and help someone he was only moments ago trying to put in the dirt.
I don't know. Maybe there's something there. Maybe I just want to believe that they found a friend, or at least a kindred spirit, in each other.
#android 17#a17#piccolo#lapis#text from the mod#dbz#dbs#i also like to think that goku comes to monster island and has a drink with 17 every so often#just to catch up have fun shoot the breeze#love when people ask me for analysis and give me an excuse to share Wild Speculation instead#<3 thank you for the ask!
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Yandere Alastor x male reader
major trigger warning. This is my first post so it might be a bit crusty and dusty
your POV
I had fallen down to hell about a month ago. Already an overlord. I’ve killed a bunch of r@pists and disgusting souls. But I did find one place that was for redemption. I did not understand how someone gets an idea like that but I’m on my way to it to become an employee! God fucking damnit how did I get into this mess.. I got to the front door and knocked three heavy times. After a second a girl that looks sixteen or so. She looked at me as if I was half skinned. She slammed the door and I heard chattering. She opened the door. “Uhm.. hi” “hello there I saw a poster about this place and I thought I could lend a helping hand by gaurding this hotel of vermin.” “What do you mean by vermin?” “Ahahaaa r@pists, child @busers. And more!” “That does.. kinda make sense.. but you’re an overlord.. why do you care?” “Oh because I went through oh so much when I was alive, I am now Dead Set on killing every one who truly deserves it!”
Time skip
I had gotten used to the hotel a bit after an hour or two. But I saw a new face walking down the stairs. “Oh Charlie who might this be?” The man said. “Oh this is our new employee y/n!” “Pleasure to meet you darling! I am Alastor.” “Oh yeah I’ve heard quite a lot about you. Nice to finally meet someone close to my power range.” “Pardon?” “HOW DOES AN OVERLORD NOT KNOW AN OVERLORD?!” “No need to yell vaggie, Alastor I’m sorry to tell you but y/n is beginning to be the most powerful overlord there is.. even my dad is best friends with him..” “ohh your lucifers kid. He told me he had a daughter!” She smiled and looked at Alastor. “It’s my pleasure to meet you y/n but I must take care of some business.” “K have fun!” He turned around and grinned at me. “May I ask.. when did you die?” “Oh last month maybe month before that. No definitely last month on the 25th. Aka Christmas!” “Oh that’s so sad.. I’m so sorry to hear that.” “Meh I got the gift of death that’s plenty.”
time skip
I was at the bar and I ordered rum and coke. A very comforting drink. “So how did you get to become an overlord so fast?” “I was powerful when I was alive and I’m even more powerful in the afterlife. It just makes sense if you’ve known me for awhile.” “Thats cool.” “How did you get the form of a furry?” “Furry?” “Yeah it’s where your body represents a animal hybrid.” “Oh.. idk” “ah”
another time skip (I’m so sorry)
I went up to my new bedroom and it was pretty plan so with just a snap of my fingers it was as home like as can be. I laid down and tried to fall asleep. Keyword tried but I heard loud footsteps outside. I got my slippers on and looked outside my door. It was Alastor. “Alastor? What are you doing up?” “Oh y/n! I’m just doing a nightly stroll around the hotel. Would you like to join me?” “Uhm.. sure!” I walked out of my room and got beside him. “So.. do you do this every night?” “Yes I do! It’s good for tiring me for a good sleep!” “Yeah that makes sense.” We walked down the steps to the main room. He snapped his fingers and a fire started. “Let’s talk. Overlord to overlord haha.” “Ok” “so how did you die?” “Uhm.. some of my long lasting enemies tried drowning me and I hung myself on the tree closest to the lake.” “Oh wow..” “how did you? It’s only fair you tell me.” “I was mistaken for a deer and god shot in the head and a group of dogs finished me off.” “Oh that’s deep.. I wanted to die.. you didn’t.” “Oh I’m over it now. It’s quite fun here!” “Yeah.. I like seeing people suffer in their own sins..” “me as well.” I yawned. “I think I’m gonna head to bed. Goodnight Al.” “Goodnight darling.”
end of part 1
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You know, I wonder how Gabriel and Kagami would react if Adrien actually DID manage to break his amok and his Miraculous, erasing both himself and Felix from existence (I'm assuming Lila would only really care about the Miraculous being broken, and most everyone else would just plain be devastated).
Assuming that Ladybug didn't just murder everyone immediately with her powers going out of control, I've got some guesses.
Like, Kagami would be devastated, obviously. But I think that she'd probably wait to start on the grieving process until Lila and Gabriel were dead. Probably anyway? I'm not sure the exact way and thought process she'd have behind blaming Lila and Gabriel for Felix's and Adrien's deaths. I mean, they wouldn't have killed the two of them directly, but their actions would undeniably have led to Adrien taking the step he did.
Come to think of it, I'm not sure how she'd view Adrien's suicidal action, either. Like intellectually I don't think she'd blame him for Felix's death - he'd have been the cause, but it's not like he knew that what he was doing would kill him, and Adrien did it specifically while killing himself anyway - but emotionally I think part of her WOULD be angry at him. And it would make for some very mixed emotions that she'd know would be unfair, because really, Adrien's the one who's suffered the most throughout this.
I'd imagine that everyone else mourning Adrien, while Felix would only really be mourned by her and his mother, and maybe Chloe, would also give her quite the mix of emotions.
And then factoring in that she knows that the whole situation Adrien was in was partly due to Felix's actions, as well as inaction due to not wanting to take some better options in order to maintain his own pride...
She'd have a lot of complexity to work through. After she finished beating up and probably murdering Lila and Gabriel, anyway.
As for Gabriel, I'm just wondering whether he'd show regret and remorse for what he put Adrien through after his death. I mean, again, assuming he actually survived Marinette's and Kagami's wrath. The wrath of everyone who cared about Adrien, really (which is a lot of people). He kept on telling himself that this was ultimately gonna be good for Adrien, that it'd all be worth it... but Adrien was willing to kill himself to get away from him. I'm wondering whether that might be enough to finally get through to Gabriel that he fucked up, and lost the one other person he cared about, through his own actions. That it was his own fault. Whether he'd be wracked with guilt, or whether he'd still be in denial, believing that what he was doing was justified. Whether he'd look back at everything he put his son through, all the violation, all the control, all the misery, and finally, fully regret what he did.
adrien dying and taking felix with him would definitely lead to a kagami and marinette team up again. part of kagami's revenge would be for felix but also for adrien; yes part of her would be mad at him for killing himself and not getting help elsewhere, for breaking everybody's hearts. but like, also she'd know he wasn't to blame at all for being a hero. and yeah, she'd both be cut up over felix and mad at him for lending a hand to the whole tragedy in general. mixed emotions galore!
(omg, that part about everyone mourning adrien and only amelie, kagami, and maybe chloe mourning felix--that hit hard dude 😭 poor felix lol he deserves that)
and "adrien being willing to kill himself to get away from [gabe]" oof OOF that hurts too even though it's true. you just have a way of analyzing things that really point out how tragic the characters' situations are :D in regards to all of gabriel's guilt and shame...who's to say he's not already deeply feeling all of that? you're on the right train of thought though! i'm very glad you're beginning to examine gabe's inner demons and looking at how he would handle all of this :DDDDD
#odnlb#one does not love breathing#odnlb analysis#odnlb discussion#kagami tsurugi#adrien agreste#felix graham de vanily#gabriel agreste
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Tobirama is his own person. He has achieved a lot on his own. He has people who depend on him. Hashirama is crazy if he thinks he will just give it up.
EXACTLY!
Huge reason why Tobirama is at odds with Hashirama its cause He's spent years not only building up his empire but building a home that he felt comfortable to live in. Oh, I'm sure that the first few months of his stay in River Country was with the notion that he would go back but the very instant he saw that he could prove himself useful to restructuring a village of civillians, provide a new economic opportunity, and his growing influence of having more people depend on him for their entire livelihood Tobirama invested just as much back.
He's made friends. He's built a name for himself. He has multiple Daimyos of Minor Countries sucking his dick cause he has that much control and power over the 'Silk Road' as it were.
Hashirama doesn't understand just yet.
Hashirama doesn't understand cause he's computing his own memory of Tobirama being his steadfast support and not updating with the reality of grown-the-fuck-up-Tobirama. This Tobirama has responsibilities outside the scope of being Hashirama's younger brother. This Tobirama doesn't feel an obligation to make his anija's dream work for the decades to come. Oh sure, he'll lend a hand in providing supplies, provisions, and smaller merchants for specific needs/immediate resources, but look around:
Konoha is already up and running. Limping more like, but at the same time Konoha wasn't built with a single opinion in Tobirama's name. There's nothing in Konoha itself that is his obligation to oversee except that of his brother and family members (sure as shit Touka won't be forgotten).
Also, another thing, Tobirama is still LEGALLY not a Senju. Being banished is more than just throwing someone out of your house, especially when your father was the Main Line Clan Head. There's paperwork involved with eradicating the name of a disgraced son off the family register. Tobirama, in the eyes of the law, is a commoner with no last name.
It's easily fixable, Hashirama is Clan Head and maybe even the Hokage (unsure what point of time this is). Hell, some Senju Elders were just waiting to be asked before drawing out the already formulated paperwork out of their sleeve. But the whole situation only proves to Tobirama that his anija isn't someone who he can throw his whole life away for.
Hashirama, as a trained, tried, and true Clan Head didn't even take the necessary steps of acknowledging his own brother on the House Registry until it was directly told to him.
Butsuma is still alive and apparently Hashi still wants dear old dad to live despite Tobirama already planning an assassination.
the audacity for Hashirama to immediately believe that Tobirama would stand at his side for the rest of Konoha's construction goes to show how his dear Anija put value into Tobirama's autonomy
Huge fight breaks out. probably a screaming match. It's not good. Mito and Madara come out to separate the two brothers and Tobirama is just...done. He's the fucking White Fox how dare anyone believe that he is obedient to anything but his own whim.
Tobirama leaves Konoha.
Oh there's still trade going on. Merchants are still allowed to do business with Konoha shinobi (and wasn't that a trip when Hashi-Mada discover that the merchants and traders are all controlled by the will of the White Fox only). Mito might crack her fist against her husband's skull cause he was being a dumbass.
and then there's the slowly growing Madatobi connection going on
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Continue from last ask: like no wonder it was so easy for Voldemort to get so many followers. Hogwarts and the Minestry practical gifted wrapped them for him. Hogwarts and Minestry do not make it safe for kids to even consider for them to switch sides.
Hi! Absolutely, I could go on and on about how the Wizarding World literally fucked itself over with the Voldemort/pureblood supremacy thing. It's just- fucked up. Like on so many levels. We don't even have to get to the humans; the non-humans are proof enough. Goblins are disrespected and stuffed into a banking position; house-elves are slaves, centaurs are given a section of the land and ignored otherwise(sound familiar?), werewolves are feared and treated as subhuman, and the others are treated worse enough that most of them either join voldy(giants) or they're a joke.
Ignoring the real life awful things these reflect; the very structure of the WW lends itself to a hierarchy and prejudice. You literally have nonhumans/muggles < then muggleborns < halfbloods, < purebloods and otherwise rich people. It's fucked up.
And then ofc you have Hogwarts, the breeding ground for this shit. Look, I don't have a problem dividing kids up into houses. I have a huge fucking problem with letting rivalries develop between the houses, letting those kids be defined by their houses for the rest of their life, letting hierarchies like the above one define the workings of a school. it's horrid.
seriously. it's fucked up, and I hate that dumbledore, someone who's supposed to have so much influence, literally do nothing about it and instead play an elaborate chess game with kids. he's not the only reason for it, but he could have done something and he didn't, and it's so fucked up.
and honestly, voldemort made full use of this. his whole taking over thing was very strategic; he emerged in a time where rights for those considered lesser were pushed as an attractive idea, and there was change(however little) socially. Purebloods didn't like that, their kids grew up hearing that and then go to Hogwarts, where they are all essentially shoved together to let those beliefs develop. if you're rich, this is your life. if you were poor, same thing, except the whole shoving together thing just became a whole lot dangerous for you, and forget it if you were anything less than a pureblood. might as well plan your funeral.
so now what do you have? dangerous non-human magical creatures who think voldy is promising them freedom and rights, poor and socially disadvantaged ppl who think voldy is gonna help them, purebloods who think voldy is going to eradicate social reform and make a world where anyone less than purebloods are essentially slaves, and the odd ones who just want to want to watch the shitshow. and shitshow it is. and ofc, by the time some of these realize no, this is fucked up, voldy is too powerful to be defied.
they might as well given wizarding britain to voldy on a platter.
#hogwarts#wizarding world#anti wizarding world#is that a thing?#it should become a thing#harry potter#ask#darkcrowprincess#from the ink well
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Re: someone else’s recent suggestion of public sex / accidental voyeurism (?? accidental exhibitionism?):
Maybe also incorporating/expanding on the idea that Daemon is NOT down for anyone trying to judge or slut-shame Reader for enjoying sex?
(there was at least one moment in Donus Rinus, when Daemon cut off Aegon being a little perverted bitch at family brunch)
“I thought that the Seven say that it’s a wife’s duty to satisfy her husband, yes? [To please him? To obey his wishes? To take care of his needs?] Well my dutiful, little wife is extremely diligent in performing her duty [and I am very satisfied].”
It doesn’t even need to be a new event thing. It could be a flashback or memory of an instance after their wedding night
No, but I LIKE THIS PLZ; like, it’s not exactly like they’ve been caught in the act, but rather stumbled upon in the aftermath a couple times. I reckon Daemon would NOT be into actually fucking Reader with people watching, her pretty sighs and pert little body are his and his only to enjoy. But technically, neither of them are doing anything wrong - the whole purpose of the union is to “perpetuate House Targaryen”, yeah? And like, that’s only happening if he dicks her down and creams her on the regular, which he’s clearly doing.
The root of everyone’s (Otto and Alicent, the Maesters, the conservative Westerosi) butthurt-ness is that she’s obviously enjoying it, and that they are happy; Daemon’s detractors don’t want to see their nemesis so content, and the enemies of House Targaryen don’t want to see a dynastic intermarriage succeed because it contradicts the Westerosi notion that these relationships are unnatural and evil. If these two fall in love and have a bunch of healthy kids and live happily ever after, what exactly is the problem? None. And that is a huge political blow against those who are seeking to overturn the Targaryen political base (there are some interesting theories that the maesters were behind the extinction of the dragons, which lends itself to an overarching theory that powerful factions in the Seven Kingdoms were actively seeking to undermine Targaryen rule - could we extend this further to imply that ‘Targaryen madness’ is a result of poisoning? Perhaps!). If people are talking about the Rogue Prince and the People’s Princess being such a passionate couple, then it lends credence to the notion that Valyrian customs are a stabilising influence rather than a symptom of immorality.
Which leads to Daemon himself, and his view of Reader. She might be a cheeky little slut, but he doesn’t actually see her as a ‘common whore’ in the same way he views a lot of women. We love him, but he does have a lot of misogynistic views of women, which we CAN attribute to the social climate but still. She was a virgin when he married her; the wedding night proved that well enough. Everything she does in bed are things he’s ultimately introduced her to, even taught her to like (ew squicky) - his perfect little trained bride, custom-made for his liking. Nothing she does is devaluing, because she’s fulfilling her duties to him as he sees it - her role as his wife is to let him seed her and bring forth heirs, and he’s just a lucky enough bastard to have such a greedy girl to focus all his attention on. Others might be discomfited because she’s so willing to play along (I even think some were kinda hoping she’d be miserable and abused to prove some kind of sick point that a) Targaryens were evil and b) Daemon really was Maegor reborn), but she’s adhering to the ‘rules’ of matrimonial society, albeit in a fun way. His degradation is fond, because he knows she likes it - but I do think he does put her on a pedestal in a bizarre way. I feel like there’s a part of him that thinks he’s not good enough for her, and so while the surface-level power structure favours him as the dominant partner, she wields a lot of control over the dynamic. It’s as he once said; he’d be whatever she wanted if it would make her happy.
If someone was to make a vulgar comment on this, he would absolutely flip his lid - because the root of the remark would not be that she’s behaving inappropriately (because she’s not; she’s doing what a good wife should), but that she’s happy. To point out that hypocrisy? He’s a bitch, and he’d honestly love that. Plus, the ultimate satisfaction of reminding everyone just how thoroughly he’s succeeded in this venture, to shut everyone the fuck up about how he’s always messing things up? Absolutely yes. But mostly, he’s a ride-or-die hubby for babey Reader. 10/10 WOULD bitch-fit at anyone who dared to imply she was anything less than perfect.
Sorry I rambled lol. This was really interesting - thank you!
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BAEK FIRST OF ALL IK I TALK SHIT ABOUT UNDERCUTS AND LAUGHED AT SEONGHWA'S RECENT ONE BUT THE PROMO PHOTOS 😵😵😵😵 UHMMM THE LAST PHOTO WITH THE FLAG ESPECIALLY HIS EYES AND PROFILE!!!! Man made the skirt and the undercut trend, lmao. The way he's holding his choker too 😳😳😳😳 The hours are so fucking random iwhshshdhshhs yesterday I was awake today I wasn't 🔫 I missed a Yunhwa live too....also Hwa said his Jeddah outfit made him look more buff... yeah we saw mate
ALSO THIS and THIS I will never stop yelling about the way Seonghwa looks both delicate, soft and sharp, powerful, his whole demeanour in the promo pics is stereotypically masculine, but the skirt and his face makes him look feminine too, pure androgynous perfection
What family Park Seonghwa lmao get your ass over here and protect me yourself
I'm glad you're feeding other stans not just Shitstars, although I wouldn't mind racer Seonghwa 🤗 because the MV to DV made me crave racer Hwa
That author is maddddd in the best possible way, omgggg :o so many long chapters, blesss I admire people for being consistent with uploads. I'm still waiting for some fics to continue, it hurts when the authors disappear, but even more when they post other works and I feel selfish thinking HEY WHAT ABOUT THE OTHER STORY 😭🤧
Hwa did look good unfortunately, like this... this haunts me. Uhm Seonghwa night club dancer AU perhaps??? 👁👄👁 when he seduces Y/N with his hips and Y/N is like uhuhu I'll see myself out! But just imagine Y/N being dragged to that club by her besties and she wasn't having it until certain Mars appeared then she came back to the club on her own... ok I'm done, anywaysssss
Girllll I need some air and the fan is too much sometimes (I start coughing or sneezing), so I prefer natural air flow, sadly it means BUG PARTY. The window is just ajar tho so what the fuck, they see the opportunity and take it
I feel like lore can be a bit limiting, people are tired of Aespa's lore even though they just started because it's kinda cringy, but when well executed MWAH CHEF'S KISS!
This is such an US centred comeback too, because of the time and date IT'LL BE 6AM FOR ME FUCK YOU ALL! Sorry the racists did it to you :/ like I get it, USA is sadly an important market, but for fuck's sake they get KCON's too, they get everything 🤬🤬🤬🤬
Oh shit I need to write that question for Hwa down! They announced 74737 more fan calls and me and my GO friend are ordering more stuff next week, so hopefully both of us win something ❤ I don't wanna be like those people who win 10 fan calls in a row, but maybe I deserve it after not seeing them, heh. But that NFT shit I hope KQ stops working with companies which do them, cause 🔫
Okay I might lend you some of my inches then, we can't have you disowned from the fam <3 I got your baek
Omg ETL noice, I chose completely different movies though some choices were haaaaaard. I've seen 10 things I hate about you so many times as well, lol
P.S. It happened... I dreamt of Mr Kim...🙈🙉🙊 - DV 💖
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BAEK FIRST OF ALL IK I TALK SHIT ABOUT UNDERCUTS AND LAUGHED AT SEONGHWA'S RECENT ONE BUT THE PROMO PHOTOS 😵😵😵😵 UHMMM THE LAST PHOTO WITH THE FLAG ESPECIALLY HIS EYES AND PROFILE!!!! Man made the skirt and the undercut trend, lmao. The way he's holding his choker too 😳😳😳😳 The hours are so fucking random iwhshshdhshhs yesterday I was awake today I wasn't 🔫 I missed a Yunhwa live too....also Hwa said his Jeddah outfit made him look more buff... yeah we saw mate
LMFAOOOO HOW THE TURNT HAVE TABLES 🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫 BDWNBDKWBD RARE MOMENT OF DV ANON LIKING THE UNDERCUT FBNEHD NO BC THEM EYES HIS EYES 😭😮💨😮💨🤚🏼🤚🏼 STRAIGHT SIREN,,, no BC THE HOURS ARE SO RANDOM WTF IS GOING ON????? PLS THE WAY HEAD HURTS JUST WAITING FOR THEM TO DROP AFTER REFRESHING IT AGAIN AND AGAIN…YEAH BRO LIKE WE DIDNT KNOE IT MADE U BUFF LIKE THATS PROBABLY NOT WHY WE ALL MADE UR ASS TREND 😭😭😭🤚🏼
ALSO THIS and THIS I will never stop yelling about the way Seonghwa looks both delicate, soft and sharp, powerful, his whole demeanour in the promo pics is stereotypically masculine, but the skirt and his face makes him look feminine too, pure androgynous perfection
THAT IS SO TRUE COULDNT BE SAID BETTER WTF HES LIKE THE PERFECT MIX OF FEM AND MASC ENERGY 😭😭 BDMWHDJ A BLESSING AND A CURSE TBH 😭😭 no bc thats such a accurate desc im so surprised
What family Park Seonghwa lmao get your ass over here and protect me yourself
LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 HES THE CHARACTER WHO GETS SCARED DURING THUNDERSTORMS AND NEEDS TO WAKE THE OTHER PERSON UP TO COMFORT THEM u know he’d be a pick me, hot take 🤚🏼
I'm glad you're feeding other stans not just Shitstars, although I wouldn't mind racer Seonghwa 🤗 because the MV to DV made me crave racer Hwa
PLS DONT MAKE ME CHANGE FBWHDEKHEKW ive been writing hwa since his birthday last year 😭😭😭🤚🏼 need to start my san era <3 yOU KNOW WHAT ILL INCLUDE HWA IN THE RACER TOO a little action for him too <3
That author is maddddd in the best possible way, omgggg :o so many long chapters, blesss I admire people for being consistent with uploads. I'm still waiting for some fics to continue, it hurts when the authors disappear, but even more when they post other works and I feel selfish thinking HEY WHAT ABOUT THE OTHER STORY 😭🤧
no fr gOD bless authors like that truly truly a saviour for society,,, RIGHT IM WAITING FOR SOME TOO omg do u rmr this san fic from a while back called ouija it was like the BEST san fic in atinyblr but unfortunately the author deactivated,,, he was a demon and the mc was like “bro can we do this tomorrow?” and goes to sleep 😭😭🤚🏼 BREKHD NO BC SAME I THINK OF THAT TOO 😭😭😭🤚🏼
Hwa did look good unfortunately, like this... this haunts me. Uhm Seonghwa night club dancer AU perhaps??? 👁👄👁 when he seduces Y/N with his hips and Y/N is like uhuhu I'll see myself out! But just imagine Y/N being dragged to that club by her besties and she wasn't having it until certain Mars appeared then she came back to the club on her own... ok I'm done, anywaysssss
bestie how dare u send that here. do u see that upper- i? wow? LETHAL,,, YOU KNOWWWWWWWWW THAT DO BE SOUNDING REAL GOOD (but i believe someone wrote that for san 😭😭)
Girllll I need some air and the fan is too much sometimes (I start coughing or sneezing), so I prefer natural air flow, sadly it means BUG PARTY. The window is just ajar tho so what the fuck, they see the opportunity and take it
NO FR BESTIE IT GETS SO HOT BUT WITH THE FAN IT GETS FREEZING 😭😭 them nose sniffles esp,, BUG PARTY SHUT UP 😭😭😭 SCREAMINGFNWNBDWN u know what u should make a pact with them,, they ur besties u ask them to come over a certain time of the day and boom they’d listen,, theyre loyal bc they only come to ur apartment <3 hopefully they listen <3
I feel like lore can be a bit limiting, people are tired of Aespa's lore even though they just started because it's kinda cringy, but when well executed MWAH CHEF'S KISS!
NO FR aespa has a great lore but its literally been a one year into their debut like pls give them a chance 😭😭🤚🏼tHE BLACK MAMBA ONE IS ABSOLUTE CHEFS KISSES
This is such an US centred comeback too, because of the time and date IT'LL BE 6AM FOR ME FUCK YOU ALL! Sorry the racists did it to you :/ like I get it, USA is sadly an important market, but for fuck's sake they get KCON's too, they get everything 🤬🤬🤬🤬
NO BC WHY 🔫🔫 ALWAYS THE US 🔫🔫 NO YEAH WHEN THEY DO THE “north america tour” bestie i thought canada was there 😭😭 what’s 😭😭 happening 😭😭 NAUR THATS SO TRUE THEY GET KCON TOO AND THE EXCLUSIVE SHIT WHEN ASIA-EUROPE LITERALLY BUILT YALL 😭😭🤚🏼
Oh shit I need to write that question for Hwa down! They announced 74737 more fan calls and me and my GO friend are ordering more stuff next week, so hopefully both of us win something ❤ I don't wanna be like those people who win 10 fan calls in a row, but maybe I deserve it after not seeing them, heh. But that NFT shit I hope KQ stops working with companies which do them, cause 🔫
PLS DO !!!!! omg omg that’s so exciting u get to package things all nicely 😭😭😭🤚🏼 JDBWKDHS 10 CALLS IN A ROW WOULD BE EXHAUSTING 😭😭 no bc i thought we were overthrowing the govt not the environment 😭 what happened kq 😭😭😭
Okay I might lend you some of my inches then, we can't have you disowned from the fam <3 I got your baek
pls thank u so much for ur donation i will open a go fund me fhdhd god bless u and ur legsies <33
Omg ETL noice, I chose completely different movies though some choices were haaaaaard. I've seen 10 things I hate about you so many times as well, lol
I WATCHED IT YESTERDAY AGAIN AND HEATH IS SO 😭😭😭😭🤚🏼🤚🏼🤚🏼😮💨😮💨😮💨 AAAA,,, hear me out,,, yunho as heath in 10 things i hate abt u
P.S. It happened... I dreamt of Mr Kim...🙈🙉🙊 - DV 💖
excuse me.
u better have written it all down i need ALL the details ASAP RN ASAP RN RN FULL PARAGRAPHS RN 🔫
also pls ignore any typos im terribly sick <3 and my arms r nUMB <3 AND CHOUSAN AND MINGIVDJDKKW??????
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not the pinned post changing from loki to ofmd. 😭
#ofmd raised my standards so high#jk lokius will always have a place in my heart#The loki series itself tho no thank u#Loki and Mobius and Stede and Ed would be besties for sure#Mobius and Stede especially#Mobius would tell Stede about the Jetski's#And stede would be VERY amazed#And Loki would teach Ed ways to improve his fuckery#He might even lend him some of his powers to fuck some people over#Ok im gonna stop here#I love all these character sm#But shows wise our flag means death is superior to Loki in many ways#Anon#Ask#Ofmd#Loki#our flag means death
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the cut that always bleeds - rafe cameron
wish you were sober (part one)
summary: one night and a couple drinks is all it takes for you to decide to try something new, and for rafe cameron to start feeling jealous.
a/n: so this only took forever and a day to come out lol i hope people still want this. special thanks to my love ri (@lurkymurker) for lending the name noah for y/n's boy, make sure u go read her euro trip universe to meet noah white instead of noah luxford (and a much nicer rafe cameron). they're actually friends over there not weird love rivals
wc: 3.8k
warning(s): rafe is still an asshole but this time he's a jealous asshole! parties, drinking, cursing, more of that unhealthy dynamic but this time y/n has some self respect, tiny bit of fighting and mention of bleeding
You wanted to go home.
You didn't even know why you were here. The music bumping through the speakers was making your skull throb, the flashing lights all over the place only adding to your headache. There were way too many people for any kind of comfort, and you knew for a fact that you could go without being one of them.
This, like many other things, was only happening because of Rafe Cameron. He begged you to come, told you that he would stay with you and make sure you have a good time — but as usual, he left you alone and disappointed. You shouldn’t have been surprised at this point, but the cut still stung.
At least you had some shitty beer to dull the pain. Usually you ended up driving, but since the party was at Rafe’s house you didn’t have to worry about getting him or yourself home — you could just walk. Tipsy enough to not question what the fuck you’re doing here, sober enough to stay legible.
It had been a few weeks since you snuck out in the middle of the night to drive Rafe home, and you had spent a majority of them confined to the house. Apparently your parents were lighter sleepers than you thought, because the next morning when you came down for breakfast, they confronted you about ditching. They rewarded you for your selfless act by grounding you for three weeks. Was it worth it? Not really.
Of course, Rafe tried to convince you to sneak out again, even though he was the reason you were in this mess in the first place. You told him you weren’t going to risk getting your house arrest extended and he reluctantly accepted it, but the day you were free he insisted on getting you out. “Party tomorrow night, my house, you super drunk” — his words.
Here you were, though — only partially drunk but completely miserable.
You didn’t know what the fuck Rafe Cameron wanted from you.
You’d been friends with him since sixth grade, after your parents started going full kook and trying their best to cement their place in high society. That meant impossible standards for everything in your life, hardly any free time, and parties that doubled as business opportunities on the weekends filled with uncomfortable dresses, too much makeup, and permanent blisters from heels.
The one bright side of it was all the friends you got to make. Kook kids, before their egos kicked in, were actually fun to be around. Kelce, Topper, and Rafe became your saving grace every time you were forced to come alongside your parents to parties disguised as negotiations, and you actually found yourself looking forward to Midsummers every year — it meant you got to hang out with them, and they always made everything better.
But with age, things only got worse. Freshman year was when it all started to go downhill, when Rafe started to realize how much power he really had as a Cameron. They might have been new money compared to some of the other families on the other island, but they still had a shit ton of it — he was practically untouchable. Maybe that’s why he started to become such an asshole.
He grew into his looks, from a slightly lanky middle schooler to a devastatingly gorgeous high schooler with a fuckboy reputation he didn’t bother to dispute. Some of your friends said it was a rite of passage to have a crush on Rafe Cameron at least once in high school — you’re sure you’ve served your sentence three times over.
Somewhere along the way, he stopped caring about you the way he used to.
He went from the boy who cracked jokes to make you feel better after you failed your first test in eighth grade to someone you found yourself apologizing for constantly, because when he got drunk he couldn’t hold his tongue or his fists.
He went from the boy that would stay by your side throughout the whole night when your parents ignored you in favor of a business opportunity to someone that called you in the middle of the night, needing a ride because everyone else has left and he’s blackout drunk.
He went from the boy who comforted you when you cried to the one who caused the tears to fall in the first place.
He went from being Rafe Cameron, the boy you fell for, to Rafe Cameron, someone you didn’t even recognize. Trapped in a miserable yearning for love that you weren’t even sure you wanted anymore.
“Hey. This spot taken?”
You were snapped out of your embarrassingly pitiful thoughts by the sound of a voice, and you glanced up at a guy offering a slight smile. You huffed a laugh and shook your head, gesturing with your bottle at the spot. “Sit away.”
He nodded and settled onto the couch next to you. A couple moments passed before he said anything.
“You don’t exactly look like you’re having the greatest time,” he noted. “What’re you doing at a party like this?”
You sighed and knocked back the rest of your beer, staring at the empty bottle as you spun it around. “Rafe Cameron.”
“It is his party.”
“Yeah.” You sighed again and sat up, setting the bottle on the table in front of you. “He basically begged me to come here.”
He frowned and made a show of looking around before his eyes returned back to you. “If he wanted you here, then where the hell is he?”
You huffed a dry laugh, gaze still pointed at the floor. “That’s what I’ve been asking myself for a long time.”
“I’m surprised,” he admitted with a slight shrug, “I’m used to seeing you around him all the time. Finally got sick of him?”
You sighed and glanced up at him. “Didn’t know it was that obvious. It feels like I spend a lot more time following him around than he does actually paying attention, though.”
He gave you a smile of his own, and you were surprised at how much you liked it. “I’m not the best with advice, but I think that’s a pretty good sign you should give him up.”
“Believe me,” you muttered, “I’ve tried.”
The more you looked at this guy, the more the recognition started to trickle in. Your eyes narrowed slightly, but then the lightbulb went off. “You’re in my calc class.”
“Guilty as charged. Right next to Mr. Hartman’s desk.” He grinned, running a hand through his hair before holding it out after a bit of hesitation. “Noah Luxford. I didn’t even think you noticed me.”
You shrugged, the corners of your lips quirking up as you shook his hand. “Please. I’ve known who you were ever since freshman orientation. Besides, it’s pretty hard not to notice someone who looks like you.” Maybe it was the alcohol making you more open, or maybe Rafe’s absence tonight was the last straw. Either way, his smile was doing things to you, and you were shockingly on board with it.
He chuckled. “It took you a while to remember me, though.”
You brushed it off with a wave of your hand. “Just because I’m drunk enough to forget your name doesn’t mean I’m not sober enough to know how hot you are.”
Noah raised an eyebrow. “You think I’m hot?”
“Yes. I mean— no— not that you aren’t hot, because you are, but—” You cringed as you let your head fall back against the sofa, turning your head so you could face him. “Can we start over?”
He laughed and nodded, holding his hand out yet again. “Noah Luxford. Pleased to meet you.”
You smiled and shook it. “Y/N L/N. The pleasure’s all mine.”
-
You and Noah spent far too long just sitting and talking to each other, paying no mind to the party around you but every bit of attention to him. You were surprised at how much you had in common — even though the only class you shared was calc, he also had a passion for forensics and the two of you talked about chemistry and future plans for at least an hour.
It felt natural, easy, to be around Noah. You didn’t have to walk on eggshells with what you said, hoping it wouldn’t set him off. You didn’t feel bad going on a tangent about something you thought was interesting because it was a “waste of time”. You felt appreciated, truly, and you realized you hadn’t felt that way around Rafe in a long time.
But your party tolerance was remarkably low, and the headache that’d slowly been creeping in was now in full force.
“Hey, are you okay?” Noah’s voice brought you out of it and you blinked a few times. “That’s the fifth time you’ve grimaced like that in ten minutes.”
“Just a headache,” you admitted, surprised that he had even noticed. “I’m not really a party person, to be honest. Every party I’ve been to has… kind of been for Rafe.” You huffed a laugh and let your head fall back against the couch. “God. I can’t believe it’s taken me that long to realize how pathetic that sounds.”
“At least you finally have,” he supplied. “Rafe Cameron is a complete tool — he doesn’t, and he never will deserve someone like you.”
“He really is, isn’t he?” You sat up, strangely reinvigorated at the chance to mock him. “You know, we have been friends— best friends— for five years, I’ve been in love with him for three of them, and he has never said anything about it! A-and I know that he knows because he constantly uses it against me to get things he wants, but he has never paid the favor back!” You ran a weary hand through your hair and shook your head. “I hate him! I— I hate him!”
“It honestly sounds like you’ve got it all figured out,” Noah said with a slight laugh. “So why can’t you let him go?”
You shook your head, your voice dropping to little more than a whisper. “I have no idea.”
Noah’s gaze stayed pinned on you for a couple minutes before he offered his hand. “Then let’s get outta here.”
For years you had sat on the sidelines with the misplaced hope that Rafe would notice you. You’d been trying so hard to prove yourself to him, to make him see you how you saw him, that you never put much thought into everything you had been missing, the guys that saw you the way you saw Rafe that you never even noticed.
Your heart broke at Noah’s kind eyes, and you wondered how long opportunities like this had passed you by because you were blinded by Rafe Cameron.
“I’m not asking for anything,” he clarified in your silence, his eyes slightly widened. “I— I think it’s pretty obvious that I like you, but I just wanna help you see who you can be without that asshole draining everything out of you. I’m totally—”
He was interrupted as you leaned forward and pressed a kiss onto his lips, something that he reciprocated after a beat of shock. It felt better than anything, and you knew immediately that you were making the right choice. You just wished that you had made it sooner.
“That sounds perfect,” you murmured with a smile.
His grin only widened as you took his hand and he pulled you up, leading you through the crowd with his calloused yet gentle grip.
Maybe it was time for something new.
“You know, I was serious about what I said.” The two of you were still holding hands as you walked out to his car, and the gesture was immensely comforting. “I’m not just trying to get you back to my place or anything. I, uh— I have Mamma Mia on DVD, if you wanna do that and some popcorn.”
You laughed, unable to help the bright smile that took over. “That honestly sounds like the perfect way to end the night. Way better than staying here and getting to listen to a drunk Rafe Cameron list off all his problems.”
Noah chuckled as well, and as you got to his car he opened the passenger side for you. You thanked him with a smile and he circled around to the other side, giving you a smile of his own as he sat down. “I think most things are better than that.”
“Yeah, for real.” You went to take your purse off when you realized you didn’t have it, and you huffed a sigh. “Shit. I left my purse inside.”
“Don’t worry. I can get it.” Noah pushed the door open and glanced back at you. “Is it back where we were sitting?”
You nodded. “On the table. You’re the best.”
He grinned and you noticed the light blush dusting his cheeks. “I try.”
—
Rafe Cameron was bored.
He had already made a couple thousand off some tourons willing to pay way too much for a couple lines, but it was the same old thing after a few hours. He’d made enough to pay Barry back for his most recent deal, and that was really all he cared about. He was bored, so maybe that was why he found himself heading back to the living room to find you. Well, after he remembered that he had invited you in the first place.
But Rafe had been looking around for at least ten minutes, and there was no sign of you. The thought that you’d already left struck him, but he brushed that off. You’d stayed at parties way worse than this one for way longer just for him; must’ve just moved around a couple times while he was going between areas.
He walked inside from the pool and stopped by a couple of girls by the window, putting on his best smile. “Hey; any of you guys know where Y/N is? Y/N L/N?”
One of them pointed over at an empty sofa in the living room. “Last I saw, she was there with some guy. I think she left with him.”
His smile immediately dissolved into a scowl. “Who?”
She shrugged, but one of her friends spoke up. “Noah Luxford, I think. They were there talking the entire night, and I’m pretty sure I saw them kiss.”
Rafe blinked, his expression hardening. “What?”
But he was already off before she could answer, and Rafe was all the more thankful for the loose lips of drunk, gossiping party girls because when he reached the sofa she pointed at, a guy was there picking up a purse. He recognized it as yours, the gaudy Vera Bradley bag something he remembered your mom getting you for your fifteenth birthday. He had no idea why you still used it; it was a complete eyesore.
“Hey!” he called, and the guy looked up. “You Noah Luxford?”
He chuckled as he nodded and shoved his free hand in his pocket. “Uh, yeah. Why?”
“I heard you spent the night with Y/N,” Rafe said, getting a good look at the boy as he got closer. He had to say, he wasn’t impressed. “You kissed her, too.”
“Rafe Cameron,” Noah said, and he offered a mirthless smile. “Yeah, we talked about you a lot. You’ve really fucked with her, man. It’s not a great look.”
Rafe raised his eyebrows. “You spent the whole night talking to her about me, and you think it’s okay to kiss her?”
Noah huffed a laugh. “You’re an asshole, man. You’ve been so used to having her around, doing every little thing for you, that you never noticed how lucky you were to even have her look at you the way she did. She’s too good for you, and she’s finally realized it.”
Rafe scoffed and took a step closer, sizing him up. “Who even are you, dude? You don’t know anything about us. Y/N and I, we go way back. And you’re— what? Some guy trying to pick her up at a party that thinks he’s hot shit?”
“No. I’m a guy that’s taken the time to get to know her and I’ve realized how amazing she is.” He smiled, but there’s no heart in it. “But I can see why you’d think that. It’s the kinda shit you pull all the time.”
Rafe felt his hands curl into fists unconsciously, and it took all his willpower to stay put. “Stay the fuck away from her.”
Noah just shook his head, his brows furrowing as he stared at him. “You think you have a claim over her after all the shit you’ve put her through? She came to this party for you, and you ignored her the whole time— you’ve been ignoring her for years. Get a fucking grip, man.”
For some reason, that was what made him lose his control. Before Rafe knew what he was doing his fist was flying through the air and connecting with Noah’s face. He staggered backwards as his hand shot up to nurse the wound — Rafe was glad he decided to wear his dad’s college ring tonight, because the trickle of blood down his cheek gave him a sick swell of pride. By now there was a crowd around him, so he just gave Noah a lazy smile.
“Get the fuck out of my house, and stay away from Y/N. I’m not gonna give you another warning.”
Noah just wiped the blood off his cheek and laughed, though it was more strained than before. “Keep threatening me, man. That’s really gonna make her want you.”
“She’s wanted me for years,” Rafe spat, his bravado a mix of inherent cockiness and all the alcohol in his system. “I don’t think it’ll be too hard to get her back.”
“You’re insane.” He winced as he touched the wound, and he started backing up. “Get some help Rafe, seriously. Leave the one person you’ve managed not to taint alone and go hook up with a girl as horrible as you. You’ve had no problem finding them in the past.”
Noah turned and walked off, leaving Rafe silently simmering with a set jaw and fists clenched so tightly they were turning white. He looked around, finally noticing the silence of the crowd and the weight of their eyes on him.
“The fuck are you all looking at?” he growled, and he stalked off before anyone had the chance to say anything else.
Noah made him irrationally angry — the way he had talked about you, the way he had talked about him, like he knew anything. There was an unfamiliar tightness in his chest that he couldn’t handle, and he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He couldn’t stop thinking about you kissing Noah, and the only thing that really brought relief from that was thinking about all the satisfaction that punching him brought.
And that was when it struck him, the realization hitting like a ton of bricks.
He was fucking jealous.
-
You passed the time until Noah got back by idly scrolling through your phone, only coming back to it when he opened the other door.
“One purse for the lady.” He set it in your lap as he got into the driver’s seat, his breathing slightly heavy as he buckled his seatbelt. You were about to thank him when you looked over and saw blood all over his cheek, the skin around it already a mottled purple.
“What the fuck happened to you?” you gasped, pushing up from your slouched position so you could get a better look. You barely touched the area and he winced, causing you to withdraw your hand carefully but still hovering over him.
“I’m fine,” he muttered, rummaging around in his console before he pulled out a few tissues and pressed them against the wound. “Cameron’s a real piece of work.”
“He did this to you?” You reached for the door handle but Noah put his free hand on your other arm, stopping you with his gentle touch.
“Don’t go back in there. It won’t do any good.”
“Well, he did this to you for no fucking reason — you might be able to sit back and let him, but I’m not.”
“He did this because he sucks,” Noah said with a slight chuckle. “You’re not gonna be able to talk any kind of sense into him. Besides, you shouldn’t be around him right now.”
You shook your head. “He won’t do anything to me. We’ve been friends forever — I can talk some sense into him.”
“Y/N—“ Noah rubbed a hand against his forehead and looked at you with sympathetic eyes. “You give him way too much credit. Do you really wanna know what happened in there?”
You nodded, and he sighed.
“He told me to stay away from you. He has this— this insane possessiveness over you for no reason; I mean, he punched me for saying that you deserved better than him.” Noah heaved another sigh, his lip curled in disgust. “He said that you’ve wanted him for years, so it wouldn’t be hard to get you back. Almost his exact words.”
That familiar tightness in your chest, one you’d come to associate with Rafe, came back and you found it hard to breathe as you stared out the windshield. Rafe never paid attention to you nowadays except when he wanted something, and he never showed any kind of interest in you. He was an asshole, plain and simple, and that was it.
But now— now, he was punching the first guy you’d liked apart from him in years and flaunting that he could get you back?
“What the hell is wrong with him?” you breathed, huffing an incredulous laugh. “It doesn’t make any sense. He— he hasn’t cared about me in years, and now he’s pulling shit like this?”
“I don’t know,” Noah said quietly. “All I know is that he’s not someone you should be around.”
“Yeah.” You nodded, letting out a loose breath, and you managed a small smile as you looked over at him. “I think now’s a good time to go.”
Noah nodded too, starting the car to fill the silence. Once he got back on the road, he glanced at you with surprisingly soft eyes.
“It’ll be okay,” he reassured.
“Yeah,” you said again, and you reached across the console to take his free hand. Noah smiled and squeezed your hand, the gesture exactly what you needed. “I think it will be.”
-
You sat on the sofa with Noah in his living room, one arm around your waist, the other holding a bag of ice to his cheek, and your head resting on his chest, when you felt your phone buzz twice. You took it out of your pocket, a frown immediately tugging at your lips when you saw who it was.
Rafe: Hey, where are you? I’ve been looking for you everywhere
Rafe: I’ve also been thinking about you. would be cool to see you
You snorted a laugh and tossed your phone onto the table. “Asshole,” you muttered.
Noah glanced over at you. “Who was that?”
You shook your head. “No one important.”
Noah smiled. “Cool.”
You smiled as well. “Cool indeed.”
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Could request Shigaraki with a darling who avoids sleep because of nightmares of the past abuse they suffered?
Why do I feel like this might apply for him as well😭?
Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, touchiness, clinginess, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of past abuse
Haunting nightmares and sleeplessness
✋Long story in short, this won’t sit well at all with Shimura. He’s quite attached to his s/o and that won’t change even after he has gained back his memories. The same fate still awaits everyone who made his s/o hurt in any way and that is simply their utter and complete decease from this world, not even a single bone will remain. So whoever is responsible for this, they’re fucked up and that expresses it nicely. Though he appears to take it more calmly if we’re talking about him knowing his past, he’s by far not less outraged as he would have been during his more “bratty” phrase, most likely he’ll be even more ireful. Why the unknown person might ask? Because he knows, he knows far too well and for that anger is rolling over him like a storm flood and one look in his eyes and you know that he’s about to murder someone. Slowly, taking his time with each and every limb whilst laughing and humiliating them with a lunatic voice, they will die an agonizing and regretful death.
✋Comforting his darling on the other hand is a bit more difficult and it’s something Tomura finds himself getting highly frustrated over, especially during his younger days where he has not the most patience he will throw a tantrum. Kurogiri probably had to worry a bit about his blood pressure. Shigi hasn’t been really taught any of those things, with memories or not. The biggest part of his life he has just been spent with hating and condemning the whole world and humanity, killing people and being basically raised to do what most people see as doing evil. So he doesn’t know how to help and to be very honest, knowing that he doesn’t know has him going definitely a bit mad. His darling’s health matters despite the somewhat messy life they have been dragged in thanks to him, so much more if he has finally regained his memories because as I said, he cares. In fact you are the person he cares probably most about so he’s kind of fixed on helping you with your nightmares and enabling you to sleep.
✋Naturally at first he kind of hopes that his presence might help in some way, though with or without his memories, he’s going to be a bit awkward about it all. It’s his first time comforting someone so he can only apply the little bit of knowledge he has caught here and there. He’s in either case not a deep sleeper himself so he has time at night to watch over his darling. It’s probably a bit creepy, but he at the very least believes that it might help. If that isn’t going to work, he can always go for the second option to find someone who might possess a good Quirk to assist him in this situation. Shigaraki has his connections, especially if we’re talking about him being the leader of the Paranormal Liberation Front. Finding someone with a fitting power won’t be that hard and he has no problem threatening someone if they don’t want to lend their Quirk for help. Playing a therapist isn’t one of Tomura’s strengths either, even if he probably clarifies that he will still try to listen.
#yandere my hero academia#yandere mha#yandere boku no hero academia#yandere bnha#yandere shigaraki#yandere tomura shigaraki
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@aureateart ok.
My favourite parts of twilight princess (and some other random thoughts about TP sprinkled in there) taken from my monster TP word vomit google doc :
Link lmao
Ok but for real, I like this incarnation of Link :)
I love Ordon (it just seems like such a chill and cozy village)
ALSO love how easy it is to interpret Link as being a sort of older brother figure to the Ordon kiddos. It’s just,, super cute? AND GHHH nice nice good thanks nintendo for giving me characters to care about/characters that I can imagine Link caring about
He didn’t sign up for any of this (tbh, none of the Links really signed up for this jshdjsd). But I mean like, dude was just going to take a trip to castle town, drop a gift off for the royal family, and come back. But haHA oopsies he did get to castle town eventually but definitely not the way he expected hsjdhsd
He’s just a little dude?
AND FUCK. HE REALLY HAD NEVER BEEN OUTSIDE OF ORDON UNTIL ALL OF THAT
everything is new for the player AND Link
Midna
She’s cool :)
she really just
*teleports into your jail cell* hello whore.
I am no master at writing but AYYYY she do got a character arc!!!
She was actually pretty helpful sometimes, I ALWAYS checked in with her before turning to a game guide
Other NPCs
NICE
Love all of the TP character designs (ASHEI’S ARMOUR??? AOWOAOAOOAO)
Saving Zelda and all of Hyrule was important yea but thinking back maybe it was more like, the Ordonians and the kids were what was pushing Link to keep on going
I like the Resistance members :) Very video gamey of them to have one NPC assigned to each dungeon but hey!!! Kinda cool getting to see a little glimpse of each of em
Idk, it’s just fun to imagine Link popping into Telma’s bar after each dungeon and taking a little rest :) (or to celebrate? maybe just chat, idk, give this man some downtime!!)
Honestly it was just kind of nice that Link wasn’t entirely alone. I mean, I know Midna was there the whole time, but I am always for giving Link a big group of friends (see my love for hyrule warriors, age of calamity, and LU LMAO)
Hero’s shade, very very cool, kinda sad he died with regrets but HEY. He got to pass on his knowledge eventually
AND the connection to OoT?? AND assumed to be related by blood too????? GOOD SHIT
Ilia, I REALLY really wanted to like her (er, it’s not like I dislike her, she’s just,,, kinda there for me).
It definitely seems like Nintendo was pushing to make her the romantic interest, but GHHHHH they really threw that out of the window for me by having her lose her memories
I saw a text post a while ago that said it would have been interesting if Ilia was Link’s sister instead and YES!! That would have been cool too :0
Wish we got to know Zelda a little more
I feel like we barely know anything about her
Idk man, like I said earlier, I never really had any sort of drive to save Zelda during my playthroughs
She obviously knows Midna, so maybe if they gave us just a little bit more of that relationship I’d be more interested in her?
TP WORLD BUILDINGGGG
Botw has good world building too, but each race felt kinda,,, isolated? I absolutely love the different architecture and vibe each town has (and all the the weapons too) but ghhh yea everyone felt so separated. As far as I can remember, we don’t see tooo much of the races interacting with each other? Now that I’m typing that out maybe that’s to be expected because of the calamity but KLSJDKJFD ANYWAYS THIS IS ABOUT TP
The world feels nice and alive, love how populated everything is
Castle town I like castle town a lot, it feels dense and busy and I really like how you can’t talk to every NPC you see
Very cool very fun that we got to see the Gorons hanging out in multiple spots
kinda wish we got to see the Zoras a little more (I guess they are a bit limited since they need water but GHHHH the tp zoras are so prebby,,)
BUT HEY, I do remember seeing a zora or two hanging out in the hot springs around death mountain after beating the lakebed temple (I think, might have been a different dungeon)
but aaaa would have been nice to see them in at least a couple of other places. I think it would have really added to the “congrats Link!! You’re restoring peace to Hyrule” feeling you get from seeing the Gorons hanging out in Kakariko and Castle Town
ORDON
Love how chill it is and how it’s kind of separate from Hyrule proper
They really do seem to be doing their own thing apart from the rest of Hyrule
Just kinda adds onto the “he’s just a regular dude minding his own business” kind of vibes I get from TP Link
Also I like Ordona :)
THE LIGHT SPIRITS,,
Love their design
And love how they’re not exactly like a pure white?
Different spirit representing each aspect of the triforce my beloved
But yes hi I think Ordona is very cool
Who are you, how did you get here, which goddess do you represent? Do you even represent one of the three golden goddesses? Do the Ordonians know about you? Have any of them ever SEEN you??? Do they worship you? Does anybody even know about the existence of the light spirits?? FUCK so many questions but ghhh I like how they broke the status quo a bit by throwing in a fourth spirit :)
I feel like this one is kinda weird but I like that voice sample they used in the light spirit music. It’s spooky and pretty at the same time :)
cutscenes mmmmm
Ok ok, the spooky lanayru cutscene is very good
BUT THE “Link, Chosen Hero! Lend us the last of your power!” CUTSCENE MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM LOVE IT SO MUCH
IT just
Idk man
It just hit different
I like the music
And seeing the light spirits swimming around in the light juice water whatever it is
Summoning the light arrows?
AND HHHHH “Lend us the last of your power!” THIS IS IT. This is the final battle.
Seeing Zelda bow down, and then Link putting his hand out 👌👌👌
Link: ok bud, let’s do this together :)
Connection to OoT (did I already mention this? Maybe., Whatever)
Very cool nintendo :)
I love seeing connections between all the diff zelda games.
Because like, on one hand, they’re all separate from each other because of yknow, individual hero stuff. BUT ALSO, they’re all connected because of the reincarnation stuff
Grrrr walking through the sacred grove and going “The Hero of Time walked around here a long time ago” FUCK THATS SO COOL
Is the Hero’s Shade watching me? What does he think of me? DIsappointed? Proud? The Hero of Time went through HELL so this timeline didn’t have to deal with any of the shit Ganon was gonna pull with the triforce, better not fuck this UP Link!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Midlink is cute
Kinda hurts that she smashed the mirror but that was probably so Nintendo didn’t have to worry about people going “but what about the twili??????” for any of the other games LMAO
BUT ALSO LIKE SKJDKLJFJ There are some pretty massive plot holes in TP anyway so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ whatever it’s fine we’ll just use this for angst because GOD do y’all like angst
So is Shadlink
Honestly don’t know where this ship came from but it’s cute so whatever
THE MUSIC??
Love Midna’s theme and how they referenced the dark world theme from ALttP (I remember trying to learn the dark world theme on the piano and doing the Leonardo DiCaprio point meme at the little jingle I recognized from Midna’s theme)
Hyrule field theme SLAPS.
Apparently references a couple of the other over-world themes from the previous zelda games (I got this from 8-bit Music theory’s video on the over-world zelda themes, he talks about TP at around 11:40 but def recommend watching the whole video if you’re into music analysis stuff)
So there’s this bit of the Hyrule Field theme, I don’t know the official name for it but I remember seeing somewhere it being called the “at an advantage theme” since yeah, you hear it during the boss music whenever you expose their weak points. FUCKINGGG LOVE THAT. Didn’t notice it during my first playthrough, but hearing it during my second was like a little easter egg for my ears every time :)
Midna’s lament is very pretty (and fun to play on the piano)
COURAGE THEME.
I didn’t care for it too much when I started playing the game but hearing it in ZREO’s arrangement of the Hyrule Field theme literally makes me turn into a puddle of emotions. Also hearing it around and of the Ordon kids (I think it plays after Link saves Colin) AAAAAAAAAAAAA
Orchestra piece #1 and #2 HOLY SHIT????????????????
Literally, the first time I listened to those I just,,,, plugged in my headphones, volume 100, layed on the floor/against my desk and silently vibed. I don’t know what the hell it is, but those two just fit so well with TP?? I still avoid listening to them nowadays cause if I DO I definitely will get overwhelmed with the “god I love this game so FUCKING MUCH” kind of feels.
Wolf link sucks at singing
the first time I heard him howling Zelda’s Lullaby I lost my shit because LKSJLDKSGLKJFSKG god that was.,, Bad. Anyways, hearing him howl some of the songs from OoT was cute :)
TP STAFF ROLL???
VERY GOOD. IT’s like 10 minutes long and GOD do I love every single second of it. It doesn’t have the same energy as the skyward sword staff roll or the orchestra pieces but GOD does it hit good??
Nice and calm after that big exciting adventure. Maybe it would have been more fun or emotional to have a higher energy piece but it was really nice getting to sit back and watch the camera fly around Hyrule. Seeing like, the Gorons and the Zoras having a good time, the kids returning to Ordon? GOOD SHIT.
and AAAAA that end, when you hear the main Zelda theme and see Link riding off out of Faron woods on Epona… good shit. It gets you thinking, where the hell is he going? What is he doing? Off ot do more adventuring? Going to help out the resistance or something? Going to help Zelda? Or maybe he’s trying to figure out a way to restore the mirror of twilight? Whoooo knows.
hhHHHHhhh it’s just that final reminder that YES!!! YOU JUST PLAYED A ZELDA GAME. JUST ANOTHER STORY APART OF THE WHOLE EPIC OF THE ZELDA SERIES AS A WHOLE
I also want to acknowledge the instrument/samples they used for all the twili stuff.
They’re all just so unique and contrast SO well with the rest of the TP OST. LIKE FUCK!! Anytime I hear the screech from the Twilit Kargarok? Sends a shiver down my spine. I associate those sounds SO strongly with the twili realm. (Like, the same way you associate the BSHEWW VVWWMMM sounds with light sabers)
I love it so god damn much
literally any time there’s a certain sound or motif associated with something I lose my shit
Sacred grove sacred grove sacred gro-
lovely lovely lovely so much fun playing that on the piano. AND again, I did the Leonardo DiCaprio pointing meme when I heard the theme from the lost woods come in GHHHHHHHH
shoutout to TP Faron Woods for helping me study and get through all of my schoolwork
BLEGUUHHH can you tell that I really love music?
and also yea I guess TP is kinda cool too :\
IF YOU READ ALL OF THAT THANKS I GUESS
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SEIJOH MANANGER HEADCANONS
seijoh, aoba johsai x reader | slight oikawa, iwaizumi and kunimi x reader.
a/n: ugh! i just love my seijoh boys so much! and so, i decided to make one more headcanons for them, tysm! hopefully i’ll do inarizaki next or maybe karasuno.
a bit long but i just love them,and i will do a part two mainly focusing on while they do volleyball this is more of random things
other seijoh!manager works: one | two
the volume in this bus is ASTRONOMICAL
you actually never thought of joining a club, specially a sports one.
but you needed it, so while looking at the board of the school’s options you were unsure.
“i just really need something not that complicated, and that helps me helping others” you muttered to yourself
little did you know the coach of the volleyball team was there, this nice man turned to you and offered you a place in the team.
“but please if you are one of oikawa’s fangirls dont-” “who now?” you genuinely asked. seeing that you didn’t had a clue of who he was talking about he immediately handed the application for to you.
it was first day and you were already late, but you managed to enter the gym half way practice.
you guys remember that tanaka and kiyoko scene in s4? well it was the same
“sorry for being late coach!” your voice sounded all over the place since someone was serving and it was pretty quiet.
ALL OF THEM WERE SHOCKED LIKE 🧍🏻♀️
the serve even hit yahaba’s face because everyone got distracted by your beauty
“i- did i do something?” “existing omg”
the coach lined up everyone and they greeted you welcoming you to the team.
you were flustered because it was like you never had a lot of guys around you and now you had to take care of all of them and also
aoba johsai’s team had one of the most attractive boys around likeeee
now, a year later, the energy is purely chaotic.
and i mean like
kindaichi and kunimi are lowkey the ones who respect you the most
not only because you, even if it was for only a year, you were their upperclassman but also you had presence
when karasuno came to the practice andy oh catched both of them after talking to kageyama in the bathroom, you pinched their ears and scolded them
“you both do that again and i’m not being compassionate” “SORRY Y/N”
but also lowkey your admirers
kunimi literally only showed strong emotions around you
“i brought you some sweets” he regularly says
“oh you are great! thank you kunimi!”you appreciated this guys little details with you
“so you have a favoritism with our manager huh?”
“y/n permission to hit kindaichi”
“permission conceded”
kindaichi also respected you because you, when he entered seijoh months ago, were one of the ones who made him believe and helped getting over that anger he had with his ex teammates and you even assured that kageyama was the reason he got better, even if he wouldn’t accept it
the second years, your literal followers
like seriously yahaba watori were always around you.
being in the same grade and class as both dod not helped a lot.
they are like puppies with anxiety separation
because you are the reason they feel loved and cared for
they always sit next to you in class, and they make sure you are comfortable with it.
you need help with hw? watori always is there
yahaba lets you paint his nails every time you got bored in class
you were such a powerful trio
they always bring your favorite drink in the mornin
you even developed this sixth sense where if you just look at each other you know exactly who are you making fun of without even speaking
you always make fun of the shit way of yahaba to flirt oml
and you even advice him on what should he do or not when meeting someone new.
istg if it was not bc of you he would have never got his first date with his crush
kyoutani later joined you, but he had trouble on trusting you
but seeing all the team laying on you he actually let himself rely on another person for the first time
he was the one who scared those stupid volleyball boys fan girls (oikawa’s or the other guys ones) away from you
he also thinks that you are not bad physically talking and he actually says it but privately
he also whenever he is mad or just frustrated comes to you and what he likes is that you don’t go in deep of the details but instead you try to distract him with random thing you say.
“guys i told you several times” you laughed “i do have other thing to do! it not like i can attend every night out with you! i have other friends too!”
“so, we are not watching cartoons tonight?”
“i hate you all so much” you surrendered “see you at 8 pm”
you became the second years core four
and also they looked up to you a lot, why? because you are the only people who always deals with the third years shit
god i think your connection with the third years was only a bit more noticeable than the second years
why? you were not afraid to mess up with them
to be real iwaizumi as oikawa caught your eye since moment one, they were naturally attractive and talented but you made a promise to not fall for anyone
omg you were so wrong
if it was iwaizumi, he always made sure you felt comfortable around
you were no vb genius so he took the time to explain you a bunch of things you did not know 🥺
also, he’s the kind of guy to stop everyone spiking because you were crossing through the gym so no ball gets you
he is the one who always search for you in school, asked about your day, and stuff that might seem basic but it was really meaningful
like he is the kind of guy who memorizes all your favorite places, treats, music anything and actually tries to get you to talk about it
oikawa on the other hand was the one who actually made you feel like part of them
he is so sweet!
like
oikawa only starts practice when you are there
like bold of someone to start hitting a ball without you there, he considered you part of the team, so he always waited for you
he walked you home or nearby every time he could he wanted you safe
his eyes always always instantly light up and screams “y/n-chan!” and immediately runs to you
but also he is the one who search you the most around
if it was lunch time he went to your home room and literally lunches with you no matter what or who
he never lets anyone lend you their hoodie, it always has to be his that you are wearing
he self crowned himself as your favorite
he hugs you out of nowhere istg is the best feeling ever
hanamaki also also also considers you priority
he is kinda more of the lowkey one, he is mainly the one who checks up on you
he once spotted a bruise in your arm and he immediately freaked out
“DO I HAVE TO FIGHT SOMEONE” “god no! i just dropped a huge book there!”
hanamaki is the one who waits for you in the entrance of the gym to walk with you to practice
he also is the first one to notice if something is wrong with you along with iwachan
they both unintentionally pay attention to you a lot and if you do something out of the common they just approach you
and they are always right
“what’s wrong y/n?” hanamaki says
“yeah, is everything okay you need anything?” iwaizumi continues.
“what do you mean guys? i’m okay” you obviously try to lie.
“no you are not, you are acting different”
“yea iwachan is right you always change yous t shirt before practice and the way you are ordering the volleyballs is off”
“why do know me so well” you indeed had a terrible day, so you almost tear up bb of that and be of how amazing your boys were to you sometimes”
“come here little one”
you heard a pout
“i see you oikawa, you can get a hug too. matsu come here”
matsukawa is your hype man
he loves messing with you like in the big brother sister way
like if a guy asked you out he’d be like “sis you can do so much better”
you are always being salty whether it’s between you or other ones
besides if you do have a crush on anyone on the team matsu is the only one to know
and he’d constantly blackmail you with that
“if you don’t buy me anything from the vending machine i will tell oikawa you actually swoon for him” “OKAY FINE”
“tell the coach that we do not need laps or iwaizumi is gonna knowwwww about” “i hate you so much”
but returning to the point you always messed with them specially the four third years
and you were so good at it
one day, you ‘innocently’ mentioned to the boys “i’m just telling you! i’ve never seen two pretty best friends, one of them always gotta be ugly”
GOD LORD THE BOMB YOU JUST ACTIVATED
THEY SPENT A WHOLE WEEK TRYING TO FUGURE OUT WHO WAS THE PRETTY BEST FRIEND BETWEEN IWA AND OIKAWA, ALSO MATSU AND HANAMAKI AHHAHAHAAH
your third years never made you feel insecure
like if you think idk listening to btr was weird because someone in the past made you feel like it be sure the next day they WILL PLAY FUCKING BIG TIME RUSH IN PRACTICE ONLY FOR YOU TO VIBE WITH THEM
also they all four have this little thought that they have to be the ones who protect you
in the court you looked out for them, outside of it they were the ones who did that
if you were teased or someone even had the audacity to make fun of you it could go three ways
you stoping kyoutani and yahaba because they were so ready to throw hands
matsukawa, hanamaki and kunimi just taking you out of there and rather say positive thinks about you
or oikawa and iwaizumi behind you giving the saltiest and meanest glares to whoever dared talking you that way and saying “and you still wonder why people don’t like you?, ” then iwaizumi says “you are right oikawa, you piece of crap have your entire life to be a jerk. take a day off your stupidity won’t left anyways”
god you sure loved those guys
BUT
as it can be really useful sometimes there were other times were they become so annoying
specially when it’s about someone liking you.
like romantic styles
i live for the idea that the vb team had obviously fangirls, oikawa mostly. but you also did
like yeah the fangirls of oikawa and the boys envied you
but the guys in aoba johsai high envied the volleyball team even more
god bless the poor guy or girl who DARES to ask you out
like please someone stop them 😭
on valentine’s day you came to practice a bit late just because you needed to figure it out how to organize all the fucking love letters and the chocolates and flowers that you got over the day.
oikawa was already worried as he always waited for you to start, and so were the guys so they decided to warm up a bit more to wait.
you crossed the door with thousands of gifts and all of that barely catching the ones which you dropped. because at this point you did not even try to hide it from the boys, you just wanted them to start practice.
he looked at you and knew exactly what that meant. he received this every once in a while, but god what was that feeling in his chest when some other people like you?
iwaizumi felt that too, that weird feeling not wanting anyone to think about you that wayyyyy
the rest of the boys had divided opinions but still you were their manager.
“so did all this came from...”
“yes matsu...”
“okay but for scientific purposes we need the names”
“HANAMAKI NO”
poor boys, they just are all scared that you’ll leave them because of someone
what a dramatic queens they are all
some of them didn’t like it bc they also had a big crush on you
so what they do is that they gatekeep anyone from you
like oml if they ever catched you and a girl or guy and they knew they liked you they constantly beg for your attention.
and it’s not only because they are being dramatic but also because they remember last year when you went out with some random dude and broke your heart like
they almost killed that guy
so they wanted you to feel happy and safe
to them? honestly you are the light of their life.
they dedicate every game to you, they take care of you, they listen to you, they brag about you, they love you
because honestly you did all that for them first
and ever since then they made sure to return that to you.
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