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he11swinter · 1 year

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First off, Hello I am Rae, how is your day? Or Noon? Or Night? Hi~! :3

I always pictured the while 12 ghosts being a somewhat "found family" type of friendship / maybe romance if things happened. Like make Isabella upset you'll get the full wrath of Susan's teenage queen bee whiplashes until you start crying before she could even do anything. Or make Billy or Harold cry you're getting a baseball bat or madman claws to the face I feel as if each one's "moment" of feeling this way to the ghosts are different and either funny of angsty (aka any time Ryan would feel not murder craze to any of them let alone any of the girls)

But I feel like one is agreed the most: Jean is the mom of the group. She's a mother figure to pretty much all or a common ground of "welp we're the most mature out of everyone here" with George or Margret So this like SUPER angsty and a bit too sad maybe, I'll ask a bright ask another time to cheer things up or share my own thoughts, but what are you headcanons or thoughts of the ghosts when Jean pass over?

I mainly ask cause I saw a fic where Ryan watched her cross over after the house exploded and felt sad and got all emo debating if he'll even be welcomed to Heaven or whereever Jean went

Hi Rae! I’m great, thank you, and I hope you are too! Thank you for your awesome questions, they really had me thinking, so I wrote a lot more than I thought I would. 🫢 I would love to hear more of your thoughts, and that fic certainly sounds interesting if you have the link.

The Black Zodiac could be a found family for sure. A messed up one, but a family nonetheless. I think that a lot of them wouldn’t even realize this. What I do think is clear is that they’re all connected through something—whether that’s this “ancient prophecy” or simply the fact they were all imprisoned by the same man.

I think Jean is an interesting subject, because actually, I think she’s the black sheep. Her thoughts were always on her living family, and any attempts to connect with the ghosts were likely shut down. Perhaps she once tried to comfort Billy, who rolled his eyes, disinterested in reassurance; she knew better than to talk to Horace or Ryan. She mostly kept to herself as a result, and when she was the only one to find peace and pass on, this took a while for the others to process.

I think the ghosts would be the ones bullying each other more than anything. They’re out of touch. They’re dead, they’re bored, and have nothing to lose—and that’s why Jean’s caring seemed so strange. When there was a real threat we DID witness the ghosts band together to tear it (*HIM, cough cough*) apart, but I think their motivations were self-centred. If the time came again, they could definitely dip back in to that team effort—but I do think that most of the time, many would be entertained through watching or causing the other’s misfortune.

I think that the two with the most in common would be Susan and Royce, that Susan probably flirted with him at the beginning, but quickly lost interest due to his lack of interest—so I don’t think I could see any of them romantically involved with one another. Similarly, Ryan held an indifference (or also disgust) to the ladies in containment. When he met Kathy his manic excitement returned, which again, I think having real-world impact on something is what woke him—and the rest of them—up from their sulking.

When the ghosts were set free, they all felt that rush. Nothing mattered but their freedom, and they couldn’t care less about Jean passing on. But, I think that after a while they began to wander aimlessly, bored again. Some wondered where exactly they went wrong.

Here are my headcanons:

Billy, Susan and Royce: They’re the kids. Because they died so young, there’s a lot in the world they still want to see and do—so the thought of passing into the oblivion that Jean did sounds awful. I mean, Jean can do it if she wants, but they know better than to die a second time.

Jimmy, George, Isabella: They knew there was something off—something they were missing within themselves—but they didn’t say much or anything about it. While Jimmy and George thought of Jean often, wishing she’d stayed to give them some of her wisdom, Isabella searched for answers in God. They all hoped to find peace too.

Dana and Horace: They just wanted to be alone now. They didn’t care about Jean or where she went. Finding peace seemed like it would never be an option for them—although they showed that in different ways… (Endless moping versus more murder.)

Margaret and Harold: No one was sure they noticed Jean was gone, or really much of anything. They always seemed content where they were, so long as they were together.

Ryan: Oh boy, Ryan’s a complicated mess of emotions (but he always is). Sure, he was excited to be free, but it didn’t last long. Torn between feeling like he’s always been a monster and wishing he could fix it, it left him feeling lost and even afraid of where passing on would take him. He had nothing left in this world, but from his experience, everything can always get worse.

Messing with the others and seeing how they interacted with each other took Ryan away from his thoughts, so in my mind, he regathered the group. Everyone had their own reasons for returning, but at this point perhaps they began working more on themselves?

#asks #headcanons #sorry for the essay #dark castle entertainment #thirteen ghosts #thir13en ghosts #goats? i mean ghosts

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styona · 5 months

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Nihil: *kisses a random girl in the audience*

Imperator: *leaves after seeing it*

Nihil:

#the band ghost #ghost #ghost the band #ghost band #ghost lore #seven inches of satanic panic #kiss the go goat #papa nihil #nihil #sister imperator #I mean what exactly did you expect her to do dude

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ecoamerica · 25 days

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starrysharks · 7 months

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zeno's ultimate pokemiku tierlist ⁉️(it's all his opinion and he loves them all regardless⁉️)

#like arrfgggdiakaktmcksmsama this was literally all for me like they knew what they were doing #i love character design i love pokemon i love miku. and then you put ALL THREE TOGETHER....#i will explain some of my choices here #poison miku is just too good but also i am a big sucker for freaky scientists with constant “worry” eyebrows #her design is just so out there and crazy (this is about the shoes. some understand the greatness of the shoes and some dont. and thats ok.)#every other miku in peak i think establishes their theme exeptionally well especially ghost bug and fighting #for ghost i already love spooky and gloomy looking characters and that miku delivers tenfold (of course shes designed by the GOAT take)#esp with the mix of ghostly and electronic/digital regarding the glitchy parts n the 01 hologram #she looks like shell invade my computer and give it a virus if i dont send the chainmail about her tragic file corruption to 10 friends #(in the best way possible)#for bug miku the big dress is a huge plus but also i just think shes adorable nuff said #for fighting - i love a delinquent character and she fits that really well. the half coat thing is a big highlight for me #also the leek theme is absolutely iconic #for the ones i didnt like as much - i honestly just think the koraidon one is a leeeeetle bit boring #dont get me wrong. it has really cool aspects like the hair and the koraidon like cape but idk #it feels like theres a lot going on but not that much at the same time? its still a really nice design tho esp the hair color #for the ones in yellow tier - i just dont like the color palletes very much . theyre still really nice designs esp fire miku #but all in all these are genuinely all amazing designs and i dont want to be too critical or mean to any of them esp seeing im not a pro #but this was really fun to see unfold!!! cant wait until the songs start dropping #in the topic of miku as well - hey muse dash where's my miku on the switch version....#please dont make us wait too long 🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿

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cmhcny · 10 months

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teeth rooting seestor stuff🤲🏼

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goatmilksoda · 7 months

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Literally feeling so thankful for Loki season 2 right now. I didn't know it was possible to revive a hyperfixation so wholly but I am back in total "I need to chew on them" mode. I need to rip them to shreds. If they weren't fictional characters everyone would be getting a hand crochetted beanie. I'm crying because I'm imagining them being soft and loving to each other....

I need to go write 1000 words about them Right Now or I will DIE.

#goat talk #Legit didn't think this was possible #it didn't happen for GOs2 it didn't happen with the Miss Peregrine's books it hasn't happened with most things #BUT THIS ONE #This hyperfixation never 'died' either #it was never replaced with a new one #it's just been gradually fading instead of being shoved out of the way for something new #I mean I've been appreciating other things like WWDITS and OFMD and Ghosts and stuff #Monk's been big for me too #but like... I still kept writing Loki fanfic even when I wasn't feeling everything steeped in 'that's so fucking cute I'm going to cry'#just because I had like 7 and wanted to finish them all #anyway. Now they sure fucking will

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birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo · 2 years

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y'all i do not even know what is wrong with me but i cannot???? draw like i did before????

but i do keep thinking about this guy so maybe it's his fault

#hua cheng #tgcf #heaven official's blessing #birb still draws #well sort of anyway!!#maybe when i reinstalled the tablet driver it put all settings back to default?#i don't remember fucking about with the settings in the past BUT #that doesn't mean i didn't do it lmao #pls mr ghost king return my artistic abilities #must i sacrifice a goat to the moon god???#is it bc of the new fan under my laptop??#IS MY HAND BROKEN??#WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MEEEEEEEEEEE #is this still an art blog?

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sysig · 2 years

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Playing the Sims 2 would fix me

#The Sims #The Sims 2 #It is preposterous to me that I have gone this long without playing one of my GOATs honestly #It's never been installed on this laptop if I remember correctly and when did I get this one? During my PWAA fixation??#That was three full years ago! Sacrilege #I've been really missing it lately #I miss my old Sims and I miss CAS and I miss the mods and I miss the silly little animations and I miss cheating #I miss building houses I miss making pets I miss Sims developing interests on their own I miss Servos I miss Grilled Cheese Aspiration #I miss cowplants and aliens and penguins and ghosts and meteorites and the house catching on fire and line dancing #I just miss the Sims 2 it's such a good game #And I've been getting this incredible itch to actually finally make the Vargases myself I mean I've had Scriabin's coat saved since forever #They even inspired a concept at a mod that I have no hope of making because I don't know how to code lol #Hhhh it's just such a comfort game to me ♥ It has been since I first learned about it and first played it and every subsequent time since #I love the Sims 2 I miss it

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tradedsymmetry · 6 months

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Less is Morgue episode 110: Floridian Gothic is a fuckin masterpiece of stoner comedy entertainment

#lim #less is morgue #'not YOU; the goat!! - i mean ghost!! FUCK!!'#Floridian Gothic #Less is Morgue ep 110 #idk how to tag those specifics lol whatever #the inspiration for this post was 'oh cool- a bong! i thought this was my phone? wait. where's my phone? shit. i must've smoked it again!'#and 'hang on. im too high for this. lemme just sober up... -flicks lighter-'#also Tiffany's entrance OBVIOUSLY #its just all so good

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area51-escapee · 9 months

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I am also fascinated by the stories we tell as local urban legends that turn out to seemingly exist in every community. Warning for mention of hypothetical child death here but when I was a kid, my dad told me about these train tracks in San Antonio. He said that a school bus got stuck on the tracks and hit by a train, and that the tracks were no longer in use, but you could go and park your car on them and if you put flour all on the back of your car, you’d feel the car move and when you got out to check you’d see handprints left in the flour. Which that story FUCKED ME UP as a kid I was obsessed with it, I told it to everyone I knew, I wanted to move here so badly just to see these haunted train tracks. As an adult now I’ve seen this same story attributed to train tracks in Houston texas, as well as many towns and states all across the country, likely outside of it as well. It’s likely rooted in a single instance that did really take place but probably not as near constant as how wide spread it is makes it seem. Unless we’ve had really really shitty bus and train track protocols and kept making the same fuck up for several decades all over the country. Which isn’t too hard to believe but y know

#child death tw #sorry I just find this stuff SO interesting #this story really stuck with me as a kid I was obsessed with it #I love finding local legends and stuff like that #I live a few hours from the goat man bridge #my friends and I drive through San Marcos often and apparently that place has ghosts #my friend asked if we should be concerned about the ghost of a confederate soldier who is said to haunt an area we often pass by #and I’m like well probably not. I mean. who would win #one living multi racial friend group. or one dead confeddy loser who clearly lost both the battle and the war #San Antonio has some sick ass haunted hotels #I am in fact in love with the one that used to be a hospital #next time I’m in HEB I should pick up that haunted Texas magazine it’s always available #I don’t even really believe ghosts exist 100%#but I love the stories that come from them

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evilminji · 2 months

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Okay... we KNOW that Justice League Dark is actually Competent at their Jobs.

Can banish most Spooks back home with out pausing to look up from their sandwich.

But you know what they HAVEN'T done? Dealt with the fuckin American Government. And all the complexe back-stabbery and "not my depart"ing that entails. The covering of asses and silencing of whistle blowers. Smearing of character. Just... the general BULLSHIT, legal and political, necessary to get those Ecto Acts consigned to the Depths of Hell where they belong.

Amity? Is fine.

Big ol Lair. Nothing nefarious getting in, few people ever bothering to go out. But like... they'd kind like THE OPTION, you know? Kids going to elite colleges. Jobs in other cities. That sorta thing! Maybe even new blood!

Stagnation feels too... Zone.

But they can't exactly FORCE the guys to focus on this one thing. And? They don't exactly... trust? Them? It's not personal. They're just not ghosts. Well, one is. But you can't ask ONE hero to handle all of that by himself! That's just unreasonable! Mr. Brand, while dashing and accomplished, has only so many hours in the day!

But what do DO???

...........well.......... Youngblood has an idea?

What if we annoyed them?

(How bout now? How bout now? How bout now? How bout now? How bout no-?)

Ooooooh~? Says the collectively gathered Ghost Regulars of Amity. Yes, that INCLUDES DANNY. They are INTRIGUED! Ghosts DO enjoy a good haunting. A light bit of Mischief, now and then. Some troublemaking! If you will~

I mean... Muses the resident Stick in the Mud, Phantom. As long as we all agree to some Ground Rules first...

Just until the finally Do Their JOBS, of course.....

The giggling is both bone chilling and filled with plotting. And so! The campaign of ghostly Minor To Moderate Inconveniences, begins! THINK FAST! *appears before Constantine, drops a LITERAL kid in his lap (as in a baby goat), in a "careful, I'm anxious!" Vest, then disappears.* The goat? Starts trying to eat his shirt. And is non magical.

It's the fifth random but slightly difficult to get rid off object or animal, dumped on him in the last two weeks. All juuuuust barely past that threshold where they're precious enough, he wouldn't feel comfortable handing um to some rando and walking away. GDI.

@the-witchhunter @hypewinter @hdgnj @spidori @babbling-babull @lolottes @mutable-manifestation @nerdpoe

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #pay attention or else campaign au #the campaign of many tiny annoyances au #minji's writing

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charliemwrites · 4 months

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Okay so the poll results were for an OC captain, though it was close enough that I still hesitate to name him in the canon of the fic.

I’m also going to be taking my time fleshing out his character because it’s been a while since I made an OC. So please be patient while I add tidbits here and there to build his character.

Content: safe/sane/consensual sex, descriptions of scars, mentions of past torture

Nikto beats you and Nova twice out of three rounds — but that’s no surprise. The man moves like a machine. Even against two opponents he controls the battlefield like a chess master. Neither you nor Nova take it to heart, especially since he always gives you both advice at the end, helping you to improve.

He’s a great partner, a great teammate; you’re sure to show him your appreciation after sparring with a kiss to his nose-plate. His hands spasm on yours as he helps you unwind your wraps, gloved thumb sweeping over your bare palm.

“You did good today,” he says, voice rough and accent thick. He must be pissed about earlier still, when Ghost and Soap threw your matches with them.

“So did you,” you reply, squeezing his hand in return.

“Stay with me tonight?” He asks.

You damn near melt. Nikto has an open invitation to your room, but his is a sacred place, only for him unless otherwise specified. That he’s asking you to come to his tonight…

“Absolutely,” you reply, squeezing his hand. “I just need to see the captain first. Okay?”

He grunts in understanding, eyes flicking to the door the 141 left through earlier. He mutters something in Russian — some insult about goats and mothers you think.

“Yeah, exactly,” you reply, voice dropping with simmering irritation.

A good spar with him and Nova has helped ground you a bit, but it hasn’t helped the anger. You don’t spar any of your team with anger; they don’t deserve.

Luckily, you and your captain worked something out a while ago when you’re feeling a bit… aggressive.

“Cap?” You call, still holding Nikto’s hand. “Could I stop by for a nightcap later?”

His eyes flash, a sinful twist to the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, babygirl. I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

Over his shoulder, you see Nova arch her eyebrows and Keegan grin wicked into his water bottle. Gossip fiends.

“Showers. Now,” the cap says, slapping them both on the ass. “Double time. I need to have a word with Price still.”

—

Long after the sun has gone down, you’re standing outside your captain’s door. Take a breath. Remind yourself of your mantra. He wants you, always will, and he’s going to take care of you.

Then loosen your shoulders, unboxing all the frustration and aggression you set aside earlier. Feel it burn through you, make your hands twitch in and out of fists.

One more inhale, and then you shove the door open.

“There you are,” he rumbles. “C’mere.”

You flash your teeth, “No.”

He tilts head back and forth, cracking his neck. “Alright then.”

There’s no real fight. You’re not looking to get away or actually hurt him. And he’s not looking to actually make you submit. That’s not the point of this game.

He strides across the room and shoves you back, pins your shoulder to the wall. You grip at his forearm, nails scraping, and squirming as the hot, hard length of his body squishes you flat.

“Settle,” he orders.

“Fuck you,” you snarl back, nipping his lip.

He growls, tangling a hand in your hair and tipping your head back. Leaves a searing trail of kisses down your throat, bites a bruise into your collarbone. You wriggle and fuss all the while, safely held still and supported by his hands and body.

“Brat,” he rasps in your ear.

“I’m not,” you snap.

“Oh, yes you are, babygirl,” he replies, a mean smirk on his flushed face. “But that’s alright, I like you bad.”

He pulls you from the wall, bullies you onto the bed. You try to grab at him, get him under you. He doesn’t indulge like he normally would. Pins you on your back so that you can keep fighting, yanking at your wrists in his firm grip, pushing your hips up to grind into his as if trying to flip you both.

He slots his hips between your thighs, positions just his knees under your ass so that your back is arched, shoulders on the mattress. Limits your mobility, but that doesn’t stop you from kicking at air, making half-angry, half-desperate noises in the back of your throat.

“Gonna say please like a good girl?” He teases.

“No,” you hiss back.

He has the audacity to chuckle, which just riles you up more. (It’s supposed to). You curse as he works a hand beneath your shirt, palms at your bare breasts and pinches your nipples until they ache. You gasp like a pornstar, surprised and turned on.

“Pretty noise,” he coos. “Do it again.”

When he twists, you mewl, face immediately burning up as you renew your “efforts” to get away. All it does is make the treatment rougher than if you just laid still and took it, but that’s what you want, what feels good. A little edge to the pleasure as adrenaline and energy electrify you from head to toe.

He grinds against you, cotton of your loose shorts sticking against your soaked cunt. Christ you were turned on before you even barged in. Now you’re fucking throbbing for it.

“Gimme,” you grit out, rocking against him. Gears successfully shifted from physically taking control to just ordering him around.

“Give you what, brat?” He goads, slapping your pussy. The thin fabric muffles the sting, but it sends a white-hot ache through you that makes your eyes roll. “My cock? You think you deserve it?”

Another slap. You cry out, notice the sly look on his face when he notices that you’ve soaked through your shorts.

“Yes,” you reply, all confidence and reckless arrogance.

He yanks his underwear down to mid thigh, thick cock springing up to smack lewdly against his toned stomach. Precum smears over the pale scars there, sticks in the trail of groomed hair there.

“Yeah?” He growls. “Alright then.”

He yanks the crotch of your shorts aside (you hear stitches pop) and then he’s plunging into you. It’s too much all at once and you cry as much, knees squeezing around his tattooed ribs.

“Fuck.” His voice is shredded, so rough and low you feel it more than hear it. He lets your wrists go to grip at your ass, grinding deeper. Can feel the fat head of his cock bullying at your cervix, his favorite passtime while you adjust to the thick base of him.

“How does that feel, babygirl?” He murmurs in your ear. “You needed daddy’s cock, huh? Needed it to set you right again?”

You whimper out a curse at him, gripping at his biceps. He croons mockingly, thumb slipping between your bodies to press at your clit. Not rubbing or grinding, but just pressing. Just the right amount to make you sweat and pant, start trying to squirm to get any friction at all.

He lets you — could stop you if he wanted, or pull away entirely — but he likes winding you up like this. Likes seeing all that vicious energy turned to seeking pleasure from him.

“Fucking move,” you try to snarl, but your voice breaks midway through and comes out more pleading than you’d like.

“What was that, babydoll? Are you talking to me?” He teases, rolling his hips.

Your mouth falls open, a moan ripping from your chest, deep and needy.

“Daddy, move,” you cry, voice going up in pitch.

“There’s my brat.”

He pushes one of your knees up against your chest and slams into you. You scream and he doesn’t even try to cover your mouth, whispering filth as he tilts your hips for the best angle with his other hand. Fucks into you deep and rough, grinning at the obscenely wet noises every time he plunges into you.

Can practically feel him fucking your cervix open to get just that little bit deeper. Licks his lips when he sees the little bump in your stomach. You give as good as you get, squeezing down tight, bouncing to meet him, nails scoring lines down his back and shoulders.

“Gonna ask daddy to make you cum?” He goads.

“Earn it,” you reply.

He laughs and pulls out, flips you onto your stomach while you’re still dizzy with emptiness. Hikes your hips up and sinks into you like coming home. Your knees almost give out but that’s fine by him, he’s plenty strong enough to hold you up all on his own, using you like a noisy little toy for his own benefit.

“Fuuuuck,” you whine, feeling overwhelmed, pleasured tears gathering in your eyes. Then, in a whisper, “Daddy…”

“Feel like being good yet?” He asks. A large, rough hand circles that back of your neck and pins you face down to the mattress.

“N-no,” you whine, fight gone out of you now that you’re getting exactly what you want.

Fuck it feels so, so good. Every inch bullying you wide open and loose, so wet you’re dripping down your own thighs, wetting his ball as they slap against you. You feel split open and pinned, unable to do anything but take it, tortured stupid on ecstasy. He licks a stripe up your back before pressing you down prone, ankles locked around yours to keep you open and accessible.

“S’alright, doll, don’t need to be good to be mine.”

He’s barely pulling out halfway before ramming home now. You can barely get a breath in, the weight of him pressing whatever resistance was left right out of you.

“Daddy, daddy,” you sob. “Fuck, I wan’ it.”

“Want it, huh?”

“Mhmm,” you moan, pressing your face into your arms. Cant your hips just that little bit to get him abusing that bundle of nerves.

“Oh, right there, huh?” He coos. “Did daddy find your little sweet spot?”

A series of short, ruthless thrusts right there, making incoherent, desperate noises fall from your mouth. Before you realize it, he’s wedged a hand beneath your hips and has two fingers toying with your poor, neglected clit.

“‘M gonna… f-fuck, fuck,” you whine, writhing (or at least trying to) against him. Not sure if you’re trying to urge him on or get away. Doesn’t matter, he’s in charge, has been since the beginning. “Daddy, I wanna…”

“Whenever you want, babygirl,” he replies, voice going all warm and gooey. Your chest hitches. “Squeeze around me nice and tight. Let me feel you cum on my cock.”

Didn’t realize that was what you needed, but you fucking scream as you clench down around him, stars bursting behind your closed eyes. He fucks you through it, tapping against your g-spot again and again until you dissolve into a weak, wet whimpers.

“Daddyyyy,” you whine.

And that sets him off, flooding you with heat. He loses control for a second as his hips jerk, pounding brutally into your oversensitive, swollen pussy. Makes a few tears finally slip down, soaking into the sheets along with your drool. The sound of him groaning as he cums makes you spasm around him again, a little aftershock that milks the last of his release.

“That’s it, easy,” he groans, brushing kisses over your trembling shoulders. “Easy, doll.”

He lies over you for a few minutes, letting you feel him there. Right there with you. Breathing and recovering, holding you through the endorphin rush. When you squirm a bit, he eases off you, cock slipping out. You shiver at the feeling of his cum trickling out of you, glassy eyes fluttering.

“C’mere,” he soothes, tugging you in. Lying on his side, he hitches one of your thighs up over his hip, tucks your arms between your chests and rests his stubbly chin on your temple. You splay your fingers over his peck, over the bold, dark symbol for SpecGru. Feel his heart settling back into rhythm and sigh, snuggling in.

The hormone drop is a monster on your emotions, often leaves you shivery and lonely, a little sick in your own body. First time you did this with him ended in tears, expecting him to get up and leave. He didn’t, never has, but you both learned that as much physical contact as possible in the aftermath eases the comedown away from a total crash.

“You did so well, babygirl,” he whispers, leaving kisses everywhere he can reach without dislodging you. “Such a good girl. Even if you think you’re being bad.”

You flush, hide your face against his neck. He chuckles, honeybalm on your soul. Can feel his hand start to move, then pause as he remembers that you can’t handle that stimulation right after sex. So he just squeezes, slow and gentle, helps get you back in your body.

“I still want you,” he assures, echoing your mantra back at you. “Always will. You’re mine.”

You outline a heart shape onto his forearm, not quite able to speak yet. He recognize the feeling though and gently guides your face up to place a slow, gentle kiss to your lips.

“Love you, too, babygirl. Ready to clean up?”

You nod. He eases you up, lets you cling onto his hand as he walks you to the en suite. Fills you a glass of cool water to sip on while he gets the shower running. Turns his back while you use the restroom and wash your hands, then guides you into the hot water.

You lean into him, near boneless, as he washes you, calloused palms with soap instead of a cloth. Then sits still, hands on your hips, while you return the favor. This part is one of the most important for you, getting to freely return touch.

(Simon hardly ever let you touch, especially in the aftermath. Sure, you could scratch and grip at him during sex, but during foreplay it was all part of his dom persona that you couldn’t just touch at will. And afterwards… well. It’s not like he didn’t do aftercare. He did! But the almost formulaic warm cloth wipe down, glass of water, doze for a bit before he left was not… not ideal. Not like this.)

Your captain hums, eyes half-lidded but trained on you, while you smooth your palms over the firms planes of his muscles. Fingers tracing over tattoos and scars. Squishing and patting at the healthy layer of tissue over his stomach and thighs. Lets you nuzzle and kiss his soft cock, even though it makes his fingers twitch with oversensitivity.

Squeezes when you lace fingers together to stretch his arm out, inspecting the lines your nails carved into him.

“M’okay, baby,” he says before you can ask. “Feels good.”

You similarly assure him over the bruises on your wrists and hips, smiling and leaning up to kiss his jaw.

When the shower is over, he dries you off, playfully ruffling your hair just to kiss the pout off your lips. He dresses you in one of his shirts and a spare pair of your own joggers, found in his duffel.

You sit with him for a while longer still, enjoying how he lets himself relax once he knows you’re taken care of. He lies with his head on your chest, your fingers fluffing his hair, while the two of you watch an episode of some stupid show Keegan got the rest of the team into.

Only when it’s over does he ask if you’re ready to go to Nikto’s. If you wanted to stay, you could. Nikto would understand. But you’re looking forward to a night with your quiet Russian while the other three have a little movie night.

At the door, you kiss your captain goodnight. Hug and kiss Keegan and Nova as you pass them in the hall headed to his room. Nova makes a point of kissing one of the bruises on your wrist, while Keegan whispers that he loves you.

You pad to the first door in the hall, where Nikto has stationed himself as the team guard dog. You tap gently at the door, a pre-determined pattern to let him know who it is.

The door cracks open, one startling blue eye peering from the darkness.

“Evening, Nik,” you coo.

A hand reaches out and gently yanks you inside. And then next thing you know, you’re wrapped up in thick arms devoid of any usual covering. You feel smothered, in a good way.

“Love,” he rasps in Russian into your hair.

You hum in return. Place your palms flat on his abdomen. The muscles clench, you pause as you realize his abs, impressive as they are, feel too defined. He needs water. Taking mental note, you draw your hands carefully around, feeling the raised bumps of wicked scars. Make sure he can track exactly where and how you’re touching until your arms are wrapped around him in a return hug.

“Smell good,” he murmurs.

“Yeah?” You giggle. “Showered just for you.”

He snorts, then scoops you up. You make a delighted noise, wrapping your arms around his neck as he carries you across the room. Of course his navigation is impeccable, even in pitch black. He lays you down on the bed, but before he can crawl up with you, you place a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re dehydrated.”

He makes an annoyed noise, sounds like he’s about to protest. You shush him with a quick peck to his chest.

“Get a glass please? I could use some water myself.”

Which has him instantly moving. You politely turn away as the bathroom light flicks on, the water runs. Can hear him chug two entire glasses before he fills it one final time. The light turns off again. The bed dips as he returns, presses the cool edge gently to your cheek.

“Thank you,” you murmur, sipping about a quarter of it to appease him before he sets aside for you on a bedside table.

And then he gets what he really wants, stripping you down and tucking you in like a nesting bird. Practically on top of you while you’re still reeling from how much skin you can feel. Even during intimacy, he tends to stay clothed or mostly clothed. But right now all you can feel is a pair of underwear against your bare ass. Everywhere else it’s miles of warm skin, uncovered muscle and texture of scars.

“This is nice,” you coo. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

You wiggle around until you’re chest to chest. Start with his hands. Kiss each smooth fingertip, prints flayed off. Then his palms, the divots from nails driving through. Flip them over to kiss his scarred knuckles, smile at the way he twitches, flexing them outward like he’s trying not to close his hand.

“Okay?” You ask.

“Yes.”

You kiss his wrists, his forearms, to his collarbone. You’ve peeked a blue-black tattoo there before. Stars and the start of something that might be religious. Spend a little extra time there, tongue peeking out. He shifts; you take it as a sign of discomfort and move on.

“Here next,” he says when you dip to go to his chest.

He guides your face up his neck, where you press long (but chaste) kisses until you bump his jaw. And realize that’s all skin too.

“Oh,” you breathe. “Can I…?”

“Yes.”

You feather your lips along his fresh-shaved jaw, the nicked scars on his chin. Then up, ignoring the wicked scar along his cheek. Breathe against his temple, feeling dizzy with the trust he’s showing you.

“I love you,” you whisper, continuing along to his nose, twice broken and poorly set each time. A line over one nostril where a piercing was ripped out. He makes a noise in his throat, think he might be having trouble speaking again. Don’t mind.

He lets you get down to his mouth, where a particularly twisted scar warps part of his upper lip away from his teeth. You think that if you saw it in the light, his canine would be visible. His lower lip is uneven too, like a misaligned seam.

You don’t pay any special attention to any of it, focused more on reacquainting yourself with how your mouth fits with his. He doesn’t lead, doesn’t rush or pull or press. But there’s tension all along his body, everywhere you touch. You don’t ask for more than a chaste kiss, and when you pull away, you tilt your forehead gently against his.

“Still okay?” You ask.

“Still okay.”

#cod #my writing #fanfiction #reader fic #the captain #cod nikto #the captain x reader #specgru reader #former 141 reader #nikto x reader

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ecoamerica · 25 days

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he11swinter · 2 years

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The Black Zodiac if you made the first move:

Jimmy:

Look, he isn’t interested. Jimmy’s just here to win cash and watch his back. The first red flag was seeing you were interested in him, and he’s seen this enough times to know you must want something out of it.

“So what is it?” He’ll ask. “You want money? A good ol’ pat on the back? Forget it, I’m busy.”

Susan:

Everyone falls for her, so she’s not at all surprised. In fact, she’ll probably forget who you are by this time next week but for now she’ll play along. Susan will make sure to steer clear of her boyfriend and take you out on a date to the mall just to see how much stuff you will buy for her, including dinner, even though everyone knows she’s pretty well off.

“Luxury just tastes better when it’s free. Like, extra free.”

The girls will awkwardly laugh with her on that, but secretly feel bad for you.

Royce:

Are you being for real? Royce is not always subtle so you’ll get to watch him immediately roll his eyes. But as long as you have a plan he’ll like in mind (the boy can be quite impatient) he’ll say “To hell with it, I’ll pick you up at 7:00 and you better be ready.”

He’s not very mature though so if you’re a sensitive person and his blunt attitude at any point upsets you, he really isn’t going to care and he’ll just get annoyed. Don’t expect him to be the romantic type.

Ryan:

The attention will send Ryan over the moon with glee, but be warned: this man has two different, but equally obsessive sides and that’s either love or hate and no in between. He will demand your full attention and will otherwise get outrageously jealous, but even a minor disagreement will flip him into a rage. He will catch you and he will kill you. He’ll laugh about it, then mope for a good half a lifetime.

“Aww, I miss her… I shouldn’t have killed her…”

Horace:

If you even look at him, let alone talk to him, this is what you’re gonna get.

And by the way you’re not the person he’s throwing it at, you’re the chair. 👍

Please send me more scenarios! 😁

#sorry this isn’t complete I’m sick and just posting drafts #other scenarios I’d love to muse so send em in!#I’ll get to requests when I’m caught up on school #the black zodiac #thirteen ghosts #thir13en ghosts #ryan kuhn #jimmy gambino #dark castle entertainment #royce clayton #susan legrow #goats? i mean ghosts #horace mahoney #the breaker #horror movies #my writing #scenario prompt #the torn prince #x reader

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spicyyy-muffin · 1 year

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protective smartass

ghost x reader

i made up a random ass character just for this. super cheesy but enjoy! this is nothing but fluff.

“who did that to you?”

“it doesn’t matter.”

“yes it does y/l/n”

ghost was struggling to keep up with me as i walked as fast as i could in the opposite direction.

“why so you can tell him not to harass other team members and he will just do it again? or so you can make him run 30 laps on the track tomorrow?”

he gripped my wrist pulling me into him.

it looked worst then it really was but then again luke tried to beat the living shit out of me. we were sparring again. and he took it too far. again.

my lip was split open and the black eye he gave me was already starting to swell shut.

“who the fuck did this to you?”

his hands were cold and soft as he traced the end of my bruise.

“you should see the other guy” my lips perked up in a smile but ghosts face remained placent with the mask on.

his other hand slid to the back of my neck examining my jaw. which aparently didn’t look good judging from the look on his face.

his gaze hardened. “luke”

his hands slithered away as he took a step back i grabbed onto him this time. “ghost please just leave it”

my eyes pleaded with him the best i could. “i’ve got it under control.”

he stood silently for a few more seconds before the palms of his hands reappeared on my cheeks faster than i could blink. i cringed in pain as my right jaw screamed from the interaction. he pulled it away. the fire in his eyes only multiplied.

“how many times?”

well only, everytime i trained with him. which was once or twice a week, but when the guys were on missions without us it was a lot more. and those were a lot harder to hide.

“i can’t even believe i’m asking you.” my brows scrunched in confusion.

he shut his eyes one more time, “please just let me take care of him.” we stood in silence for a little while longer before i muttered “okay” and he was gone.

walking into the weights room the next morning there was no sign of ghost or luke. just two newbies who were trying to bulk.

“fuck dude did you see ghost destroy that kid last night?”

my veins ran cold.

“bro that man is goated! Luke is lucky if he ever fucking walks again man!”

i dropped my towel walking straight to his room. my thoughts aided as a distraction on the way. and when he finally opened the door he was in nothing but grey sweats and a mask leaving his freshly showered hair exposed. along with his lean torso covered in tattoos and scars.

and the image was enough to make me forget why i was there in the first place.

“you-“

my words were caught in my throat. jesus christ how long had it been since i got laid?

“my eyes are up here baby”

my cheeks flushed as i looked back up to him.

“i know that smartass i was just- just- coming to say thank you.”

“mmm” he pushed the door open further walking in. an invitation.

my feet hit the solid metal floors as i shut it behind me.

“so is he, gone?”

ghosts back was faced towards me as his shoulders shook in silent laughter.

“what’s so funny?”

he turned around making eye contact with me before sitting on the corner of the bed manspread with his arms resting on his knees and his eyes still on me.

“he’s lucky if he can even talk after what i did”

i stepped closer to him.

“what if something happened to you ghost? what if he got the drop before you did? or-“

he pulled back sitting up straight. “you worried about me baby?”

i ran my hands through my hair tugging at the roots before he gripped my waist pulling me to stand at the edge of the bed.

“what’s the matter with you?”

my hands traced the paint on his mask.

“i just don’t wanna see you hurt.”

his eyes lit up in amusement “and how do you think i felt seeing you get your ass handed to you by a little boy?”

i shoved his shoulder as he pinched my behind gently. “don’t be a prick.”

but the smile on my face told him i didn’t really mean it. “if no one lays there hands on you i won’t have to be.”

“you can’t protect me from everything riley.”

his thumb traced the outline of my lips. “you questioning my skills again y/l/n?” my smile widened before he grabbed my waist pulling me flat on top of the bed with him hovering over me.

“you should put some clothes on it’s distracting.” i traced his tattoos absentmindedly.

“why would i do that when your clearly enjoying yourself.” my hand slapped his stupid abs, as he hid his face in my neck laughing.

his mask lifted up pressing gentle kisses on my neck. “be careful riley, that’s dangerous territory you’re entering. it’s hard to get out of.”

his face hovered over mine his lips still in view before he leaned down and kissed me. his lips were warm in comparison to his cold body as his tongue traced my lower lips. maybe it was the lack of oxygen but the pleasure from just this alone was hard to pull away from.

“it’s a good thing i’m not going anywhere then isn’t it?”

#ghost imagine #simon riley #simon riley imagine #simon riley x reader #simon riley fanfic #ghost x reader #ghost fanart #ghost imagines #simon riley fluff #simon riley smut

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jupipedia · 9 months

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tia tia tiaaaaa, I have a request <333

okay so, how would the jjk men react to their fav sneaky link cutting them off ? like all of a sudden the reader ghosted them after their recent hookup ? preferably with gojo, choso, toji, and geto ? if you wanna change it it’s fine

giving the vibe of homiesexual by daniel cesar, idk if you heard it but yeah. listen if you haven’t, it’s a banger 🫵🏽

sneaky link privileges revoked ! — multi. ↳ how these men would react to being ghosted or dropped by their sneaky link. ↳ content warnings : nsfw ( minors do not interact ), mentions of cunnilingus + p in v. ↳ message from tia : hey twin, hope you don't mind that i just turned this is to a multi animanga headcanon! this isn't out right smut but it does have nsfw mentions that i would consider further than just suggestive. might add more character or something later but yeah hope you enjoy!

he’s losing his fucking mind when he realized that his text messages are now green. he’s gonna find every means to contact your ass. you think he’s gonna let his favorite throat goat up and leave without a fight? he’s not going for that. he’s gonna call whoever he has to in order to speak to you. your friends, roommates, siblings, boss, co-workers, neighbors, even your mailman if that’s what it takes to get through to you. he just had you teary-eyed with no voice as he fucked the life out of you last night and all of a sudden he’s blocked? he’s lowkey crazy too because his ass is showing up wherever he knows you will be. he is at your job, sitting at your desk as he waits for you to come in. in that moment, he's never been more grateful for your private office as he has you bent over your desk, fucking you on all your important paperwork. he's even at the bars you and your friends go to for a night out and gets you alone in the bathroom, tongue deep in your pussy as you grip his hard and press yourself against the wall of the stall. good luck getting rid of him.

— GOJO, connie, rengoku, sanji, SANZU, bokuto, sanemi, rindou, EREN, hawks, mikey, atsumu, etc.

he laughed when you told him to lose your number because he thought it was a joke. he knew it was in fact a joke because he was gonna be right back at your place, breaking your back and eating your pussy like it’s his last meal. you are not going anywhere like it’s funny that you even thought you could. he doesn’t care if you’re not ( officially ) his girl, you’re not leaving him. and every time you bring it up, he nods and chuckles before fucking sense in and out of you. after the third time of trying to end your arrangement with him, you gave up, knowing that with one move, you’d be falling back into his arms and onto his dick. he doesn't even blame you for wanting to end thing because he knows he's not shit, but that doesn't mean it's gonna happen. not when your sweet cunt wraps around his cock like a dream. not when the sound of your moans and his name rolling off of your tongue is newfound favorite melody.

— TOJI, kid, JEAN, aizawa, geto, draken, wakasa, kuroo, osamu, zoro, shanks, benimaru, zeke, etc.

after you told him that you didn’t want to keep being friends with benefits, he respected it outwardly. however, when you pulled the whole “we can still be friends” bit on him, he completely used it to his advantage. he would “conveniently” appear whenever another guy was trying to get at you. he shows up to all of your events, suddenly becoming your biggest supporter. he’s always been around but suddenly it’s like he’s everywhere that you are. he’s so involved with you that it’s almost as if you two never ended anything. and then suddenly you’re back in his bed, legs pulled to your chest as he presses against your cervix. sex with him was already great, but it's like he stepped his game to prove that only he could pleasure you. he's completely focused on you and your pleasure, fucking you in every position possible until the sun rises and you decided to let him back into you sex life.

— choso, NANAMI, reiner, armin, daichi, onyankopon, law, aran, mitsuya, tengen, gyomei, etc.

#*ੈ✩‧₊˚❕*∘∘˙˚༄💨 ( a jupiter production. )#anime smut #jjk smut #aot smut #mha smut #haikyuu smut #one piece smut #tokyo revengers smut #demon slayer smut #fire force smut

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I love your crack hcs, do u have more?

Oh boy, do I

Rodolfo can throw knives. Not as well as Ghost, but he can throw them decently.

Alejandro can catch knives. They both learned when they were children doing exactly what you think they were.

Everyone finds out Alejandro can catch knives when Ghost throws one at him when startled and Alejandro just catches it on instinct

Gaz has a hello kitty bucket hat. He got it as a joke for Price and got attached to it

Gaz and Alex are trying to hide their relationship. (Price already knows because any time Soap gets in trouble, he throws Gaz under the bus by telling him about it. Price figures 'eh, they're going through all this trouble' and pretends.)

Alejandro is not afraid of Ghost. They've become friends and Ale's seen Ghost be a total fucking dork about random dumb things and he's just not afraid of him, though he tries

Price is fairly pretentious about the difference between a fishing hat and a bucket hat

Gaz doesn't care and will buy him more bucket hats, regardless

Laswell considers Alex the same as Price considers Gaz and will yell at Price for being mean to Alex

She will also shove that 6' motherfucker behind her when defending him and Alex thinks it's fucking hilarious

Valeria will call the base and just say "Alejandro's a bitch" and hang up. Twice a week.

They don't know how she keeps getting his extension because he keeps changing it

She's careful to listen to make sure it's Alejandro answering, too, because she's gotten Rodolfo a few times and deeply regretted it

Farah is usually a levelheaded person.

Alex can get her to do stupid shit by going "it's only because you think I'll do it better."

They have -Stolen a wild assortment of animals -Put Price's bucket hat on a goat and would only talk to it when wanting to refer to Price -Played 100 with a hand grenade -Played soccer with a brick -Blown up so many things -Alex took his leg off and Farah bound her leg so she could only hop and then they raced (Alex won and Farah cussed him out)

Look, she didn't really get to be a dumb teenager and her best friend is fixing that. Malika and Gaz aren't the most happy about it but neither are going to exactly stop them

Graves will randomly show up in other parts of the base, show everyone that he's out, and then return to his cell

Alejandro is sick of everyone in his fucking base, GO HOME

#Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Rodolfo Parra #Alejandro Vargas #John Price #Kyle Gaz Garrick #Phillip Graves #Valeria Garza #Farah Karim #Malika COD #Alex Keller #Kate Laswell #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare II #Call of Duty #Gary Roach Sanderson #headcanons #queue for dinner again hunny?

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Impulse thinks he might've started seeing things early this time.

It happens at least once a season at this rate, so it's not really a surprise on that side of things. And it's not as bad as the boogeyman clock-ticking he's heard twice now, so, he'll take it, just... it hasn't even been a full session yet?

He'd like to say it started when he ended up tag-teaming with Gem and Scott, but the truth is, that's not quite it. It started when he got his task and ended up in the cherry grove up there, and that little part of him he knows is basically a ghost detector went this task isn't so bad -- maybe people will actually trust me this time! There's never been a bad guy who built with cherrywood, right?

Really weird thing for a ghost detector sense to say. But then Gem and Scott caught up, and they sort of just fell into a natural alliance, and yeah -- Impulse looks at their location-in-progress and thinks we're gonna be the good guys this season, and for a split second feels this headache.

Then it's gone.

It happens again when Skizz visits, which is probably part of a task, but all Impulse knows is... he walks up to Skizz while he's saying "I've been that guy, that all I do is tell the truth, and I'm a loyal sword -- I think I might be the guy that just wants to lie to everybody and just be a jerk!"

Knee-jerk response: "Nah. Don't love that idea. Hate it."

Internal ghost-detector response: I mean, who says those things are mutually exclusive?

Impulse has to stop himself from whipping around fully at the voice, which sounds almost like Scott, except Scott isn't behind them right now -- just Jimmy, and past that the cherrywood trees. He thinks for a second there might be a flash of red among all those pink blossoms. He shrugs it off as Grian skulking around, even though he knows Grian doesn't have pink hair.

A few minutes later, he knows it definitely wasn't Scott, because the guy shows up to immediately point out a zombie villager appearing on the mountain -- there's a librarian, right there, aggroed more or less directly on him. They scramble to get it in a boat and cover its head. Some part of him suggests they should bury it underground, just in case. They only need one more.

Next sighting is a bit more difficult to ignore, mainly because Impulse knows when he's being made fun of, and when a goat smacks him while he's trying to wrangle it into a boat, he catches sight of someone with long blonde hair cackling like a maniac about it from the other side of the border wall, and before he can do anything more than think huh, how'd False get past the border? they're gone.

False is not in this season. He tries his best to put that behind him and inform his teammates of the real issue, which is:

"YOU SAID THAT GOATS WERE NOT A PROBLEM," Impulse yells, trying to pretend the panic is about the loss of a half heart. "I JUST GOT GOATED." He can see the campfire Gem and Scott set up over their shoulders. Someone wearing red is sitting at one of the seats. Impulse resolutely ignores the fact that he hasn't seen Grian at all so far.

That's it for the ghosts for a while, enough to lull him into a false sense of security. Maybe it is just Grian sneaking around. (Maybe the guy in a red poncho he sees in the distance in the badlands Scar has based just outside of is just Grian reliving his glory days.)

"By the way, this is Traitor Scar's!" Scar says brightly.

You think his partner's Grian again? a voice says wryly. It's not either of their voices. It's not the voice of anyone Impulse even knows, for that matter. It sounds like it came from over by the badlands.

"Trader Scar's," Impulse repeats, realizing he's misheard what Scar actually said.

Eh, the voice says. Like recognizes like.

#secret life #secret life smp #impulsesv #i have gone certifiably off the shits in case anyone was wondering #yall 3l impulse and d1 legundo have STUFF in common #source dude TRUST me #trafficseries #slsmp #secret life spoilers //#i think normally i wouldn't maintag this but i wrote this FOR the besties that see the cinematic parallels so #deceit smp #deceit #yt #txt #orig #solar scrawls #solar scraps

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