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My record longest comic! From a weird Moon-Knight-adjacent rp my cousin, @thesuperiorhyena is making with me. Set is having fun with his new avatar.
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transvoxman · 2 years
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Ok actually I was wrong in the tags, laserblast was never outwardly a jerk in highschool, not for anything that could be traced back to him. He was Always nice, he was Always the bigger person, specifically just so that no one could ever say "he wouldn't make a good hero, he was mean to me once." Poor guy created his Whole Personality around having a career as the Most Successful Hero Ever, he never did a genuine/true-to-humself thing in his whole goddamn life until he started being Venomous.
#laserblast#okko thoughts#AND EVEN THEN! HE GOT SO CAUGHT UP IN BEING THE BEST AND MOST WELL-RENOUNED VILLAIN THAT HE PUT HIMSELF BACK IN A SIMILAR SITUATION AGAIN#he thought to himself 'if only i could leave POINT then i could be myself'#he thought 'wow i could finally stop having all this pressure to be perfect and to keep up a certain image 24/7 now thats the dream'#AND THEN HE WENT AND FOCUSED ON KEEPING UP A GOOD IMAGE ANYWAY TO THE POINT THAT HE WAS BORED WITH LIFE#you can take the perfectionist cares-what-others-think boy out of the hero spotlight but that mindset will still follow him where he goes#and this time he couldnt even blame his dad or POINT for molding his personality into a tiny box to fit a specific image#it mustve hurt to think about. god. 'i faked my death to escape this why am i putting MYSELF through it'#it took boxman crashing into his life to break him free from that cycle of perfectionism and appearances#dont get me wrong tho. he was way happier as venomous even when he was stuck caring so much about what other villains think#because he Relished doing villainous things. he Loved thinking about how horrified everyone who pressured him so much would be to see this#it felt so so freeing to do the exact opposite of literally everything he was raised to be#and of course. raising fink and spending time with her made him really happy too#fink obviously never made him feel the Crushing Pressures and Judgements of Society#she is one of the few people who ever took his mind off all of that instead of making him think about it all even more#who cares about society when you have a little menace to take care of! a menace who loves villainy purely for the fun of it!#idk i have so many thoughts about pv i want to study him like a bug#i wish i was up for drawing a bunch instead of just writing out my thoughts#but this takes so much less energy than making art or writing fics
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bratfiction · 6 months
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18+ CONTENT — MDNI. warnings -> f!reader, dubcon [sex pollen], light degradation.
gaz trying to fight off a horny, fever inducing drug is always something to consider… the funny thing is that he knew in his heart and soul that this mission wouldn’t fare well. partly because he feels the need to keep an eye on you the entire time. although you insisted that isn’t necessary, you know what you’re doing.
sure enough after one wrong turn and fateful roll of dice, you two are crammed in a small room, panting and huffing under your gear— whatever the pair of you have been inhaled has started coursing through your bodies, making your stomachs tingle with heady lust. you feel like you're stinging, from the inside out. all the while you can see the muscles and veins in gaz's arms flex every few minutes, fists clenching to help him keep his composure as much as possible.
“we can’t…” kyle begins—babbles— head lolling back against the wall behind him. it’s too fuckin’ hard; the ability to catch up with his own, racing thoughts and his achy cock. if his mind wasn’t so hazy he’d be rightfully embarrassed by the visible bulge in his cargos. “you know we can’t do this…”
but before he can blink, you’re crawling to him with other plans. he growls at you; venomous and angry and telling you to stay away. you're already growing dangerously close, parking yourself right in front of him. close enough to have him exhaling deeply, and he's so bloody high he feel like he can smell your arousal.
he’s never seen you make those eyes before. they’re half lidded yet sparkling, full of pure desperation. in your defense you’re nearly wet enough for it to start soaking through your pants. it hurts, how empty you feel… you awkwardly shuffle on your knees as yet another ache settles in your cunt. the cotton of your panties clings to your folds uncomfortably.
“sergeant, please.”
the room becomes even more blurry in a split second.
you squeak as he yanks you into his lap. you swear you can see his pupils become more blown out, there's a dangerous glimmer in the dark pool onlf his irises. the second you feel his body against your own, you moan. like you're in heat. you don’t recognize your own voice. not even one bit. there isn’t much time to think about it— you both can't get your pants off quick enough, and gaz growls while his fingers fuck around with your belt. the moment his hand is in your panties you go limp against his chest, singing out whines into his shoulder as those two gifted, rough fingers circle over your neglected clit.
“nasty, nasty girl.” he spits out, but he’s still helping you tug every layer of fabric down your heated, trembling thighs, helping you ease yourself onto his cock in mere seconds because your messy cunt surely doesn’t need any prep. don’t need to draw this out any longer. “begging your sergeant to fuck you… should be ashamed, darling.”
as if he hasn’t been daydreaming about your pussy being wrapped around his heavy cock for the past hour.
“fuuuck— that’s it, baby.” he coos to you, but you both know you’re not doing any work. it’s all him that’s making you whimper into his strong chest. you’re unable to say or do much. not when you’re more than happy letting gaz guide you every which way he wants, bouncing you up and down on his thick cock until you cream up and make such a mess on him. the sight makes his eyes roll back into his head, completely forgetting that you two are under the influence of god knows what with no idea how long it could last.
gaz fully concedes; you two can have your fun, and no one really has to know for now.
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ladykailitha · 1 year
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Do You Know What Shovels Dig? Graves Part 1
Just dipping my toe into the shovel talks trend.
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“Hey, Steve?”
Steve turned around and Jonathan frowned. Steve’s eyes were puffy and his nose was red. “Oh, hey, man. What’s up?”
Jonathan could tell he was trying not to wipe the obvious tears from his face. As if that wouldn’t draw attention to them.
“I wanted to talk to you about you and Eddie’s relationship--”
Steve crumpled. That was the only way to describe it. The man was barely holding it together as it was, but it seemed that that was straw that broke the camel’s back.
“Look, I get it,” Steve snapped. “Don’t break Eddie’s heart. It sooo soft and I’m suuuuch a bitch. I don’t need the shovel talk from you.” The last word was said with such venom, Jonathan was forced to take a step back.
“Who’s been giving you shovel talks?” he asked.
Steve threw his arms in the air. “It would be easier to list off who hasn’t. The Byers family and El, only I can’t say that because you’re here. So just Will, your mom, and El.”
Jonathan frowned. “Even Robin?” Because that didn’t sound right. He had seen the two of them together and they were like freakishly close.
“Oh, yeah,” Steve snarled bitterly. “That’s the latest one. The one that makes me just want to throw myself into the god damn pool.”
Well, shit.
“Apparently this is Eddie first real relationship and since being gay is so hard right now, breaking his heart would be a disservice to humankind,” Steve mocked. “I asked her about my heart and my first relationship with a guy. But apparently that is as important as Eddie’s experience.”
Now that? Jonathan didn’t believe. But Steve was clearly hurt and was being dramatic about it. Which he was going to allow because holy shit.
But apparently Steve was just getting started. “At least Eddie’s friends all showed up together to give one shovel talk so that was nice. Hop and Wayne each did it while cleaning their hunting rifles, like they weren’t terrifying enough. I mean Mike’s an ass, so his I could brush off, but Dustin and Erica? Why does Eddie get more loyalty from them when I literally saved their lives? But Lucas and Max also double teamed me, so that was all sorts of fun. Nancy casually brought up that she has three guns now. So yeah, just get it over with so I can go back to being the worst boyfriend in Hawkins!”
Jonathan forced him to sit down. “That was a lot to unpack, I’m not going to lie. But take a deep breath for me, can you do that?”
Steve nodded and took a deep breath.
“Now let it out slow,“ Jonathan continued. Steve followed his instruction. “Great now keep doing that until your heart no longer feels like it’s going to burst out of your chest.”
Steve started breathing more normally and Jonathan sat next to him. “I’m not actually here for a shovel talk. I was wondering if you or Eddie would be willing to talk to Will about liking boys.”
Steve blinked at him for a moment. “What?”
“Yeah, he’s going through a really hard time with it right now,” Jonathan explained. “And I’m not really getting through to him because I’m straight and it’s pretty much meaningless coming from me.”
“Oh.”
“But no, I get your reaction, dude,” he said. “I really do. Has anyone given Eddie the shovel talk?”
Steve shrugged. “It’s not like I can ask, is it? ‘Oh hey, Eddie, anyone threaten your life over our relationship lately. No, no, not homophobes, I mean our friends? No? Well that’s just peachy!’“
Jonathan barked out a laugh. “Yeah, no matter how you phrase that it’s going to come off as bitchy. Especially if no one has.”
Steve nodded.
“Look, if you talk to Will for me,” Jonathan said, “I’ll talk to Eddie. Deal?”
Steve looked at the hand for a moment before he shook it. “Deal.”
*
Jonathan knocked on the Munson’s door. Eddie opened it with a look of surprise.
“Look, man,” Eddie said with a sigh. “I don’t sell anymore. And besides your friend from Cali has better stuff.”
Jonathan held up his prized. “Oh, I’m aware, I’m offering to share.”
Eddie looked at him for a moment and then closed the door behind him. “Yeah, okay.”
Jonathan lit two blunts and passed one to Eddie.
Eddie took a drag and sighed. “Shit this stuff is good.”
Jonathan just smiled.
“Not that I don’t appreciate the share, man,” Eddie said after a few minutes, “but why are you here?”
“I went over to Steve’s to ask him if he would be willing to talk to Will for me,” he said after taking a drag.
“Because your brother is gayer then the May pole?” Eddie supplied.
“Yup,” he replied. “Only our Stevie wasn’t doing so good.”
Eddie leapt to his feet. “What?!”
Jonathan tugged on his pant leg. “Sit down, dude. Let me explain before you go off half cocked and make things worse.”
Eddie sat down with a grumble. “You better start talking and you better do it fast.”
“In my experience shovel talks are for people you don’t trust not for people you care about,” Jonathan said slowly. “Only it seems our friends didn’t get the memo.”
“People have been giving Steve the shovel talk?” Eddie asked, eyes wide, jutting his chin forward in shock. “But no one’s said shit to me!”
Jonathan winced. “That’s kinda what me and Steve were afraid of.”
Eddie felt his heart sink to his stomach. “Do you--did he say how long it’s been going on?”
Jonathan shook his head. “But the fact that only my house and El haven’t given him the shovel talk I would probably bet since you two announced your relationship.”
“Shit,” Eddie whispered. “I bet the first two were funny, endearing even. Steve likes that kind of stuff. And then as it kept happening...”
“Yeah,” Jonathan agreed. “Has he been distant lately?”
Eddie closed his eyes and nodded. “Now I know why.” He thought for a moment. “Is there a way to call everyone together without alerting Steve, too?”
Jonathan shrugged. “If his boyfriend were to ‘accidentally’ turn off the walkie for an hour for some hot makeup sex...”
Eddie laughed. “I can absolutely do that.”
“I’ll set it up,” Jonathan said. He flicked the remainder of his blunt to the ground and stood up to grind it out under his boot.
*
Dang it, this was getting longer than I planned, but I’ll put out a part two later.
Edit: and it’s later! And part three! Part four and Part FIVE! Part Six!!!
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httpswritings · 3 months
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Incorrect Quotes by your favorite sextet: Alexia, Jenni, Laia, Misa, Irene and Mariona.
'Can I copy the homework?'
alexia: I can help you with it!
irene: Yeah, sure.
jenni: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.
laia: lol nope.
misa: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!
mariona: *Read 5:55pm*
alexia: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.
irene: What if it bites me and it dies!?
jenni: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, irene, learn to listen.
laia: What if it bites itself and I die?
misa: That’s voodoo.
mariona: What if it bites me and someone else dies?
irene: That’s correlation, not causation.
laia: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?
misa: That’s kinky.
alexia: Oh my God.
alexia: I CAN'T DO IT!
irene, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER!
alexia: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE
jenni: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.
alexia:
alexia: I appreciate it,
alexia: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-
laia: alexia-
alexia: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!
misa: alexia we gotta-
alexia: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.
alexia: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'
alexia, motioning to mariona: NOT FUCKING THIS
*The sextet's reaction to being told they're the chosen one*
alexia: I will not let you down.
mariona: Sounds fun.
laia: K.
jenni: No, I'm fucking not.
irene: Do I have to be?
misa: Please god, I am so tired.
misa: Bye alexia! Bye mariona! Bye irene! Bye laia! Bye alexia!
jenni: You said ‘bye alexia’ twice.
misa: I like alexia.
credits to 💌; 💌;💌
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demonanddominion · 8 months
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Anyone else had new thoughts on who Crowley was before the ‘fall’ since Season 2 aired…
I know the Raphael theory is still knocking about (actually had a weird epiphany regarding this last night so more of that later) but I think Crowley was an entirely different angel.
From Season 2 we now know he was a very powerful angel indeed (dominion, throne or greater) thanks to his classified document clearance in heaven, but also because of the seriously powerful miracle he and Aziraphale cooked up with very minimal effort.
After an initial idea and since doing some research, I’m leaning towards him being Samael, Angel of Death.
Now I don’t mean Samael as in the one who becomes Lucifer - there are many texts that see these as two separate entities, with Lucifer falling thanks to his pride and Samael… well did he even fall at all?
Samael is one of the Angels of Creation alongside Orifiel, Anael, Zachariah, Raphael, Gabriel and Michael. In Season 2 in episode 1 we see Crowley as an Angel playing a pretty big part in the creation of the cosmos, in collaboration with others.
Samael is the ruler of the Fifth Heaven, which happens to be Earth.
Samael is known as the “Venom of God” and is executioner of death sentences as decreed by God. He is the accuser, seducer and destroyer. As a seducer, Samael tempts humans into committing evil deeds. Through Samael, God tests humanity and the Archangel draws out the sinful and unrepentant, then God judges then and Samael destroys them.
In seducing humanity into acts of evil, Samael is just doing his job. He is both good and evil and is highly loyal to God’s word, doing his bidding without question - he mostly destroys sinners.
Samael is also the one who planted the Tree of Knowledge in the garden of Eden to tempt Adam. God however forbade Adam to touch it and punished Samael by banishing him. In retaliation, Samael took the form of the serpent and tempted Eve to eat the fruit from the tree.
When Abraham’s faith was tested by God and commanded to sacrifice his son Isaac, it was Samael who whispered in his ear to disobey.
So where does Crowley fit into this then? Well Samael hasn’t exactly ‘fallen’ from heaven, his angelic role took him down to Earth, performing deeds considered demonic and evil and his refusal to bow down to God’s creation led to his banishment. You could say he ‘sauntered vaguely down’?
We know from Season 1 that Crowley was the serpent that tempted Eve so he fits into the Samael theory there.
In Season 2 we see that Crowley had a ‘permit’ from God to destroy Job’s children and possessions to test his faith in God.
In Season 1, Crowley talks to God and says “I know you’re testing them, you said you were going to be testing them. But you shouldn’t test them to destruction. Not to the end of the world.”
So whilst Samael is an Angel, he very much has the role and characteristics of a demon and can be described as a fugitive or wanderer.
Regarding Samael planting the Tree of Knowledge, who else do we know with a bit of a plant fetish?!
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Some other fun facts: Samael has red hair, and is associated with the planet Mars. He is also associated with the left side, the North and Tuesday.
It’s also said that Samael’s name shouldn’t be spoken aloud so as not to draw his attention - is this why Crowley chose a different name and doesn’t introduce himself to Aziraphale at the Horsehead nebula?
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So here’s the slightly scary part and if Crowley actually was/is Samael…
In the Second Coming (as was mentioned as Heavens next focus at the end of season 2) the messiah is supposed to deliver everyone from death and everyone will be resurrected. But he’ll do more than bring life, he’s supposed to bring an end to death itself, including the very concept of it. Without the finality of destruction, the Angel of Death (Samael) serves no purpose and is himself, annihilated. Thus, with death undone, Samael becomes the Anti-Christ.
Could season 3 see Aziraphale finally forced to make a choice between heaven and the one he loves?
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glitterypirateduck · 7 months
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GPD's CoD Recs - Series 2 of 2
Last Updated 11/21/2023
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REC LIST 1
Please remember to reblog, follow, like, and/or comment on the author’s pages!
Most of the content I link to is mature. Read any and all warnings from authors before reading.
Some recs will fall under several categories, so they may appear in more than one list/post.
This list contains any SERIES recommendation I have ever made. For the purpose of this list, I am considering a series as any story line with 3 or more parts.
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Featuring All 141
Book of Atonement by @mykneeshurt  - a 141 Priest AU Series
oh bury me not on the lone prairie by @alittleposhtoad - You're a doctor on the frontier, and your life of solitude ends abruptly upon the arrival of four strangers one hazy summer night.
Featuring Ghost
Alford Plea by @luminousbeings-crudematter - Alford Plea: A guilty plea containing a protestation of innocence or Where you knew that fucking your boss could not possibly end well, but you did it anyway, because what else were you going to do?  Not fuck him?
Forbidden Fruit Series by @cowyolks​ - A prophecy written long ago stated of a human that would become the God’s wife and live in his domain for the rest of eternity.
I Never Missed You by @kneelingshadowsalome - You hire a bodyguard to protect you and hunt down the one who's been sent to take your life. This man was your lawyer's first recommendation, and you never even looked through his file because you had better things to do. But it soon turns out that this man – this Simon Riley – is very talented... Talented in driving you crazy.
Like Blood on Iron by @siriusleee - The executioner has always been an enigma to you - drawing you in. His sword drawing a line in the dirt as he made his way to the village center, and leaving back to his cottage on the outskirts of town. However, your curiosity can't stop the future your family has planned for you.
Mind the Gap by @darthglitterfanfiction - A series of one-shorts & short fics revolving around these two characters within their own universe. Ghost and a US Embassy Worker
White Flag by @roosterr - if there's one constant in your life, it's that ghost doesn't like you, so when your house burns down and you have no choice but to move in with him, it feels like your life is on a steady downhill spiral.
Featuring Konig
Adamantine Chains by @siriusleee - "Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus." "What does that mean?" "Love is rich with both honey and venom." "I suppose that is true." Or which in König finds you broken in the mountains. A retelling of Cupid and Psyche.
Little Mouse Series by @sprout-fics - During a routine covert op, you and Gaz are attacked by an unknown assailant, one who takes your unconscious form and carries you away into the night.
Masterlist by @saltofmercury - This link is to several one shots all within the same timeline.
Tear You Apart by @victoria-grimesss - König is kinda mean, dark and a little possessive but it’s all in good fun! A new girl catches the colonel's eyes, and he won’t let her go. Inspired by my favorite song Tear you Apart by She Wants Revenge.
Featuring Soap
Runaway to Me by @halcyone-of-the-sea (Queen of AU). Blacksmith Johnny and a runaway bride
Which Witch by @peachesofteal - Soap x Witch reader
Featuring Price
Bloodstained Honesty by @a-world-with0ut-dr34ms - Wounded, bloody, and just the two of you. A mission gone wrong leads to a long overdue moment between both you and your Captain, perhaps too late to count for anything. Not if either of you two can help it at least.
Girl Next Door Series by @soapskneebrace - John Price is your new neighbor
Professor Price Masterlist by @guyfieriii - Fic upon Fic upon fic of Professor Price!!
Songs That Sound Like Seafoam by @halcyone-of-the-sea - Mermaid and Fisherman Price AU
Featuring Alex
Strict Machine by @deadbranch - Set in the world of Blade Runner (1982, Ridley Scott), less than a year after Eldon Tyrell's demise and a year before Tyrell Corp's collapse. Human police officer and former soldier Alex Keller volunteers for an experimental program through Krieger-Meridian Automata. Los Angeles is being torn apart by corruption and civil insurrection. Alex's mind may hold the answer, if engineer!fem!reader can help him unlock it in time.
Added 10/14/2023
FATUM NOS IUNGEBIT by @kneelingshadowsalome - You have seen him in your dreams. The seer has divined his coming. But nothing has prepared you for witnessing him in the flesh. (Historical AU where König fights for the Roman Empire in an auxiliary unit, finds a cute barbarian woman and decides to keep her as his own.) 
Midnight in a Perfect World by @deadbranch - Despite being a soldier, you've inherited a farm. While figuring out how disposition of the property, you notice a monstrous beast is prowling the farm and the lands connected to it. This is no ordinary large predator problem. You had no idea about the hidden culture of werewolves until one figuratively fell into your lap.
Strip Search by @deadbranch  - Rodolfo is your new boss at the goth nightclub where you've been recently hired. He seems determined to dislike you from the get-go. Something changes between you. You hold onto each other desperately as your respective emotions surprise and push the both of you to be honest with what you want.
Added 11/21/2023
Light On by @peachesofteal - Simon has a new neighbor. His new neighbor has a baby.
Guile and Guilt by @the-californicationist - Your best friend has warned you to stay far, far away from her younger brother — infamous party boy, Sergeant Johnny MacTavish. However, when she asks you to be her maid of honor in her wedding, you and Johnny end up closer than you ever expected.
Mayor Que Usted by @shadowlali - You live a carefree and happy life in Las Almas now that El Sin Nombre is gone. Unbeknownst to the people, a new narco moves in with his eyes on you and nothing to lose. Alejandro steps up as your pretend boyfriend while Los Vaqueros stage a plan to take down this new threat. It's fake dating until it's not. You and Alejandro slip into the roles too well and lines begin to blur. Will Alejandro be able to let go of his own rules to allow himself the chance to find love?
Black Metal and Bourbon by @halcyone-of-the-sea - Biker Simon AU
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littlemoon-beam · 2 months
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Ok. The thought of Mountain absolutely wrecking Rain that just wouldn't let me rest. Please read the warnings. They are there for a reason my loves.
Cw: dub-con (consent isn't expressly given in writing but it has been given ahead of time...it'll make sense at the end.) Mountain briefly considers going after the Siblings, Rough oral, throat fucking, fighting/scratching and drawing blood, rough sex with little prep, mean Mountain, Rains still a little shit but we love him for it, full moon shit
I may do a little part 2 with the aftercare because obviously that's super important, just know that even if I don't, Rain is very well taken care of (so is Mountain because he has a lot of feelings man)
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Mountain blames the moon, it's usually the easiest scapegoat. She's full tonight, they all feel it, everyone of them affected in different ways.
Mountain's bones ache, his glamor shimmering in and out, skin itching and he needs to run, to drop the facade and dig his hooved feet into the earth and run and chase and capture. He needs the feel of something soft between his teeth, something sweet and squirming.
Dew is quieter than usual, eyes dark and tracking everything, Aether hovers behind him with a hungry grin just waiting for his moment to strike, Swiss is more obnoxious, his buzzing energy turned up to the max and Mountain briefly considers shoving him across the table and tying his arms to it if he doesn't stop that fucking tapping!
Cirrus has her arms around Cumulus and Aurora, fangs bared if anyone looks at them just a second too long. She growls at Mountain when she catches his eyes and he snarls but quickly composes himself. A fight sounds great.
But he's not suicidal.
Even Aeon for all of his sweetness feels like a snake coiled and ready to strike. His pretty eyes haze over with his magic, fingers twitching at his side as he stares out the window and watches the moon as she starts to take her place in the sky, ready to watch over them as they play for her.
Rain's the worst, more bitchy than normal, looking for a fight in every word they say, snappy and nasty. Mountain is beyond sick of it. A waterfall of bitterness eroding away the stability of Mountain's patience.
Everytime Rain opens his mouth Mountain's skin crawls, knows it'll be something venomous and he's sick of his voice, sick of that tongue that drips it curses, sick of every breath he ungratefully breathes.
Mountain knows he'll head to the lake soon, dive under the surface and not come back up until the next morning. He heads out first, not sparing a glance back, slamming the door and stalking down the hall.
He can smell the siblings on the air, naive and excited but tampered by a healthy dose of fear. He knows the halls will be empty, the rule to stay in their wing, locked in their rooms when the moons full. Not that it would matter really. His cock throbs against his thigh when he thinks about how they'd scream if he broke through their pretend fortress, kicked in the door sending splinters through the air. Their big eyes and fat tears, racing hearts like music to his ears. He grins when he considers how they'd beg, praying for mercy like he's a god.
He supposes he is compared to them and their human vulnerability. It makes him smile, makes him wonder what offerings they'd leave at an altar for him.
He grips himself through his pants, pausing the steps that were leading him the wrong way. Siblings are fun but he likes a challenge.
The air is crisp and he sucks in starving mouthfuls of it, the calling in the moon beams sinking into his skin like daggers, giggling glittering moon dust seeping into his bloodstream, playfully begging him to run, to drop the mask and own the forest like he's supposed to.
He lingers by the lake, the shadows of the tree branches stretching out, beckoning him into their arms. He shivers, tongue feeling too heavy in his mouth, vision starting to haze around the edges, laser focusing on every little movement around him.
When he catches Rains scent on the air, he groans. It's one he always loved, a salty sweetness that slides over his tongue and coats the back of his throat. Normally he'd smile, some gentle heat curling in his belly as he waited for Rain to find him. Tonight there's no gentle anything, he's consumed in flames and ready to devour.
Rain hesitates only slightly when he sees Mountain, tail twitching behind him, the razor sharp spade raised and ready like a scorpion ready to strike.
It's a silent standoff, each waiting to see what the next move is going to be. Rain moves first, strong measured steps heading toward Mountain.
He's pretty in the way all predators are, tight control, slow, moving in like a shadow, spine rod straight. His eyes are darker, black and inky and Mountain imagines they mirror the deepest parts of the lake, a full kind of emptiness that makes him uncomfortable to even think about.
Rain tips his head, eyes slitting and gills fluttering as he scents the air around them. He knows he can smell his annoyance, his want, his hunger. Mountain watches his pupils, the rise and fall of his chest.
He opens his mouth to speak and Mountain refuses to hear him again, to listen to him spew venom again. He moves quick, arm shooting out to scruff the water ghoul with his massive rough hand. Rain kicks as he's dragged off toward the woods, feet scrambling for purchase, claws digging into Mountain's arm while he hisses and spits.
When the forest closes in behind them, Mountain tosses him forward, watching his knees and palms scrape across the leaves and twigs that carpet the earth.
He spins quickly, eyes sharp as a blade, fangs dripping as he considers rising to the threat. He pushes himself to his feet and Mountain grins, dropping his glamour fully.
His horns stretch, antlers like a buck, branching off like the inky branches that surround them, hooves digging into the earth, the claws on his fingers elongating and curving along with his fangs. He drools over the prospect of a fight. His shadow stretches, shrouding the water ghoul and though he doesn't want to show it, Mountain catches the way he subconsciously curls in to protect his weak spots.
Rain bares his teeth, fists clenched at his side as he rises to his feet. "What the fuck-"
"One chance." Words are hard, his brain closing in on instinct, shoving out rationale. "One."
Rain realizes what's happening, the only chance for an out. He could say the word and Mountain would let him sprint off to the safety of the lake where he could dive in a hide away.
One word.
He could say it. He could end this whole thing. He could.
He grits his teeth against the promise of safety, swallows the word and throws a punch instead. His fist connects with Mountains jaw, his head turning from the force, lip splitting.
But he smiles. He smiles and grabs Rains throat in his fist and squeezes until his eyes roll and his legs spasm wildly as he struggles for a single breath.
"That's what I thought. You know you need a reminder of your place. Starting to think you're more important than you actually are." The words are more growl than anything as they squeeze their way out from between his fangs.
Rain claws at the hand around his throat until he cuts it deep enough that Mountain has to pull away for a second. Rain has speed, but everything about him is made for water, the top predator under the surface but on land, against Mountain...he knows he doesn't stand a chance but he's not going to just roll over and take it.
He kicks, his foot slamming into Mountain's middle but it hardly does anything, he just breathes out a little harder for a second before he grabs Rains shoulders and pushes him to his knees. Rain snarls and thrashes, earning claws dug into his skin.
"Fuck you!"
"Oh I plan to." He sheds his pants, not caring about anything beyond the hissing water ghoul on his knees, his teeth snapping at the arm that continues to hold him in place.
Mountain's cock is thicker, hanging heavy between his thighs, dripping under the light of the moon that filters through the canopy of leaves above them, thick and sticky like honey. He digs his fingers into Rains chin, gripping himself with his free hand and dragging the head across his pretty lips, making them shiny with his pre. He sees the thought flash through this eyes and he fists his hair and yanks his head back hard enough for Rain to yelp.
"You're painfully predictable. Watch the teeth or you lose them. It's that simple."
He wrenches Rains mouth open, shoving himself in in a quick, uncerimonious thrust. Rain gags when he hits the back of his throat, clawing at Mountain's thighs when the giant pauses and makes him hold him there. His gills flare wildly, throat fluttering as the air is stolen from his lungs. His eyes burn, stinging with tears and he chokes and gasps when Mountain relents and pulls out, a string of spit still connecting them.
"Mount-"
He shoves back in, groaning and digging into Rains hair, using it to guide him down further, to take more. He fucks in hard, watching Rain blink tears, glittering in the moon, pretty trails spilling down his pearlescent skin.
Mountain loves when he cries, likes to lick the salt of his tears away. He pulls from his mouth and rubs his cock over his face instead, marking him with his own saliva and Mountain's pre. He glides through his tears, watching the deep blue blush spread from his cheeks down to his chest.
Rain's head spins when Mountain fucks his throat again, digging his claws into his hips, the scent of blood and sweat and Mountain keeping him in a haze. He wishes he was quick, wishes that like this he was as sensitive as he usually is, unable to last. But like this, under the moons influence it feels like he's been on his knees for hours.
It shocks a gasp from him, throat too abused to do much else, when Mountain pulls away and yanks him up to his feet. His legs feel weak, pins and needles as the blood rushes through them. He scrambles when Mountain shoves him forward against a thick tree, the bark digging in like teeth, like the forest aches to draw blood for Mountain, to please their god.
His pants are ripped off, Mountain's curved claws cutting his legs, stinging little ribbons, pretty rubies dripping to the ground, sucked up like the Earth is starving for a taste.
Rain feels Mountain stroke himself behind him, hears him laugh, or at least something that vaguely resembles a laugh. Rain squirms, shoves against the tree and tries to get enough momentum to shove back, to maybe headbutt him.
"Why are you pretending like you're not dripping for it?"
His face flushes and another drop of slick drips down the back of his thighs, his cock twitching against the rough tree bark.
Mountain steps closer, guiding his cock to slide between Rains thighs, breathing heavily against his ear, fangs dripping onto his shoulder.
When he moves to press against him like he's about to force himself in, Rain tenses, claws digging into the tree.
"Mount-"
"Shut up. Running that fucking mouth is what got you in this position."
"But-"
Mountain scruffs him and shoves his cheek harder against the tree trunk, grinning at the pained whimper he gets in response. He spits on his free hand, coating his finger before pushing it inside Rain.
The water ghoul hisses, eyes watering from the sting but he's glad he's at least getting something resembling preparation. He can't help the moan that drips from his lips as Mountain works his finger in, brushing against his prostate, teasing him with mercy in the midst of his punishment.
Mountain pulls his hand away and Rain groans at the loss, how quickly he rips out of his body.
"Say thank you." He presses the blunt head of his cock against him, pushing just enough to stretch.
"Th....fuck! Thank you...thank you Mountain..."
He hears him spit again, feels his rough knuckles bump against his ass as he strokes himself. He tries to brace himself, tries to breathe deeply but when Mountain starts to push inside the air is sucked right from his lungs.
Hes equal parts relieved and anxious about how slowly he moves. Glad that it gives him time to adjust but its almost worse to feel every thick inch slipping inside at an agonizing pace, feeling himself stretch to welcome him in with hardly any resistance.
It's almost humiliating. His cock kicks anyway.
Rain has no idea how long it takes for him to get all the way in, Mountains hips pressed against Rain's ass. Rain can't say anything, can't offer more beyond stuttered breaths and wheezing whines.
The first snap of his hips rips a scream from his lungs and Mountain laughs again, continuing the brutal pace to draw more pretty sounds from his ghoul. It's better though, when he fucks him to silence, when all he can do is drool, unable to close his lips around silent pleas.
He's beautiful when he's broken.
Mountain wraps his arm around Rains middle when his legs start to give, keeping him upright, keeping him right where he wants him. His head tips back on Mountain's shoulder, eyes glassy and unfocused, panting into the air and Mountain can't help but duck his head and lick into his mouth, the metallic tang of blood from where Rain had bit into his lip spurring him on.
"Touch yourself. Want to feel you cum. Wanna feel you nice and tight around me."
It takes him an embarrassingly long time to figure out how to move his hand, to get it wrapped around himself and set a pace that has his toes curling.
He knows he's whining, knows the woods around them probably laugh at how pathetic he is, knows the moon cheers for Mountain's quick defeat of the water ghoul but he can't bring himself to really care anymore. The fight he'd had burning in his veins all day is gone, replaced with the slow honey burn of pleasure.
"Gonna... Mount I'm gonna-" He sags when he cums, legs fully giving out, forever grateful for Mountain's arm around him.
Mountain fucks him harder, faster until he groans and pulls out, cumming hot across Rain's back. He rests he forehead against Rain's shoulder, panting against his damp skin.
He guides them to the ground, positioning Rain comfortably on his lap, arms wrapped tight around him. They catch their breath in silence, hearts slowing as they cool down.
"Ok?"
Rain glances over to meet his eyes, softer now, more of his Mountain shining through.
"Mm. I'm fine. Sore."
Mountain noses over his pulse. "I'll take care of you."
Rain smiles, lacing their fingers. "I know. You always do. Why do you think I let you win every time?"
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'cause I'm still sick-
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Picky: The ‘how the fucks’ and 'why are you so dumbs’ don’t matter. All that matters is that I have a new gun.
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Bobby: At this point, I'm holding myself together with glitter glue.
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Crafty: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.
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Bubba: I dunno if I'm ready to process the ramifications of this bullshit.
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Crafty: Unfortunately, due to several experiences in my youth, I cannot just 'walk up and join a circle of people talking', but it does sound lovely, thank you.
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Hoppy: Underestimate me. That'll be fun.
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Bubba: Ok, first of all, what the fuck?
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Kickin, seeing a banana on the car seat: What the FUCK?? Kickin, buckling the banana up: Fucking buckle UP, it’s the LAW!
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Kickin: I have no respect for Santa. Don’t sneak in through the chimney and undermine my authority by bringing my family presents. Walk in through the front door and fight me like a man.
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Hoppy: Kids don't even call you a doodoo head anymore. They just call you a bitch.
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Kickin: So apparently the "bad vibes" I've been feeling are actually "Severe psychological distress."
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Picky: Now, the recipe calls for 2 shots of vodka. Picky: *upends the bottle*
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Bubba: If I can't cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.
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Hoppy: If karma doesn't hit you, I fucking will.
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Kickin: Guess who got shit done today? Kickin: Not me, but congrats to somebody out there.
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Bubba: Time for plan G. Bobby: Don’t you mean plan B? Bubba: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Crafty: What about plan D? Bubba: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Hoppy: What about plan E? Bubba: I’m hoping not to use it. Kickin dies in plan E. Picky: I like plan E.
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Bubba: I CAN'T DO IT! Bobby, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER! Bubba: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE Picky: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US. Bubba: Bubba: I appreciate it, Bubba: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH- Hoppy: Bubba- Bubba: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE! Crafty: Bubba we gotta- Bubba: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT. Bubba: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?' Bubba, motioning to Kickin: NOT FUCKING THIS
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Bubba: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous. Hoppy: What if it bites me and it dies!? Crafty: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Hoppy, learn to listen. Kickin: What if it bites itself and I die? Picky: That’s voodoo. Hoppy: What if it bites me and someone else dies? Bobby: That’s correlation, not causation. Crafty: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die? Kickin: That’s kinky. Bubba: Oh my God.
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Twisted!Bubba and Violent!Kickin by @smiling-psychopaths
Lovesick!Bobby by @protective-mama-bear
Corrupted!Picky by me :D
Emotionless!Crafty by @emotionless-craftycorn
Impulsive!Hoppy by @jumptothemoon
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mrdixon · 5 months
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A Rugged Muse | Chapter 1
pairing: eventual daryl dixon x f!reader
wc: 3.1k
warnings: swearing, violence, slight depiction of gore, vomiting
summary: reader has a shit day. basically the day of the outbreak.
A/N: FIRST CHAPTER WOOOO i am clearly not an art major…. im in the different arts. so apologies to you visual artists im going off from my lack of knowledge from my hobby lol. i really hope you guys enjoy this series because i am EXCITED to write it.
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“Fuck,” you groaned, slamming your forehead onto the desk in front of you. A few heads turned to look at you in the library, you cursed under your breath and looked up again after a moment. Adjusting the glasses askew on your face before looking at the paper on the desk. The paper before you was worn with erased pencil marks, slightly wrinkled. Art block was the worst, you’d rather be ten feet under than stuck with art block.
You sighed, it’s been months since your last project and even that was a fail. It didn't help that you only worked at a fucking minimum wage job, maybe you should've listened to your parents and became a doctor or something. It wasn't like it was always like this, no… art school was a breeze. You had hosted real galleries where people came to see your art, and now look at you. Moping around in a library, desperately trying to find something to draw.
After tapping your pencil against the table which by the way, earned many dirty looks, you scooted closer to the table. Picking up your old sketchbook and frantically flipping through it to find…. so many god damn drawings of, him. Your god forsaken ex boyfriend, but he was gorgeous.
You met him ironically enough in art class, way back in high school. He was there by choice, you were not. Yet everything about him was just so captivating that you couldn't help but not switch out of the class, thank god you didn't. You enjoyed the class more than you expected, painting being one of your favourite forms of art, oils being your preferred medium. You painted and sketched every moment of the day, not putting down that brush for one second. Your ex boyfriend was your inspiration, every detail on that stupid face was engraved in your mind like a marble statue. His beautiful plump lips and the beauty marks that scattered over his face being two of your favourite features.
Art was everything to you, and so was he. He was all you drew, he made life seem prettier and happier. But then he dumped you for some random chick he met in a bar, that was six months ago.
Since then you've had no motivation and no inspiration for your projects. Flowers no longer had their charm, abstracts looked dumb to you again, oils looked muddy. Nothing worked.
You picked up your pencil and started at the paper again, pushing your glasses up before hesitantly sketching out lines. Your mind wandered back to him, you still couldn’t believe it. After years of being together he’d just leave like that? Those years of pure, innocent love where you’d make breakfast with him, take baths together, even paint each other for fun. Date nights that were full of giggles and messily painting on each others skin, his fingertips grazing over your eyelids and nose as he sculpted you out of clay. He threw that all away for a woman he’s known for one night.
Your pencil moved furiously against the paper, scarring it like he scarred you. When you looked back down at it you noticed it was him, those hostile eyes from that night staring right through you. Those words of heartbreak echoing through your mind, words that came from lips that used to kiss you every morning. You huffed angrily, no matter how much you hated him, he always came back. He was always in your mind, plaguing your thoughts like venom. Slamming your pencil down you stood up, ripping the paper furiously.
Now there were whispers, people looked at you weirdly. After remembering your place in the world, you picked up your things and packed up quickly, aching to get back home to your bed. While in your haste, you dropped something. You already were in an irritable mood so you took a deep breath before causing a scene over a dropped item, crouching down to pick up just to notice it was the painting knife he had gifted you months before you broke up. The words ”To the love of my life…” engraved on it. After shoving the painting knife back into your bag angrily you quickly got back on your feet and headed towards the door, not before throwing half your sketches into the bin. As if you couldn’t get any more frustrated, someone bumped into you which caused you to whip around. Though no words came out of your mouth as you took in the sight of the person.
They were sickly pale, sweating profusely and trembling. Their eyes were bloodshot, matching the… bite wound on their forearm? They shook looking at you, mumbling a meek apology and pushing their sleeve down over their arm before walking away. Weird. Anyway.
You turned back around, must be some weird prank or something. Whatever, you were extremely tired and needed to get back to your apartment asap. As you left the library the humid August air hit you like a truck, not helping your heated mood at all. Grumbling to yourself you tried not to let it affect you, instead pushing your hair behind your shoulders, what a convenient day to forget your hair tie. Nothing was going your way, it was like the world was against you. A scream broke your thoughts, it came from somewhere ahead of you. Great, someone probably got mugged and now you were next. Just another thing to keep you moody.
A woman turned the corner, running towards you. You braced yourself for the mugging but to your surprise, it never came. The woman’s face was drained, it was as if she saw a ghost. She didn’t stop running, she was terrified and stuff was falling out of her purse but she didn’t even bother to pick them up. You watched as she ran past you without batting as eye, what is going on today? Shrugging, you picked up the stuff she dropped, finders keepers. Gum, tissues, tampons, condoms, and… her wallet. You almost jumped in joy, you could really use the money right now.
Finally out of your mood you practically skipped down the street, looking through the wallet and counting the cash. $10… $28… $48… $130… $135— oh wait that’s a Canadian $5 what the fuck— $140. One hundred forty fucking dollars in cash, that woman must’ve been loaded to carry this much cash. Well, now you carried it.
Another scream broke your daze, but this time it was closer. You looked up and saw another terrified woman running towards you, this time knocking into you which caused you to crash onto the floor, the cash scattering across the pavement. Back in your mood.
“What the fuck is your problem!?” You yelled, watching the woman continue running and not even look back. Is there a goddamn marathon you didn’t know about or what? You fiercely picked up the scattered cash, shoving them into your bag immediately before crossing your arms and continuing your walk back to your apartment. Fixing your glasses you saw a man get tackled to the ground by another man a street in front of you, was this happening to everyone???
Much to your horror you watched as the man on top mauled into the other’s neck, tearing through the skin and splattering blood everywhere. You froze, feeling your blood run cold at the sight. You watched as the man kept eating away at the now, dead person. The man’s head turned slightly to grab at more of the bloodied flesh, you now noticing the cloudy eyes and gray skin. This man was already dead, so how was he…
You snapped out of it, turning the other way to avoid whatever was happening. This had to be a sick joke. Your heart was beating in your ears, weaving through the back lanes to find a different path to your home. Hair stood at the back of your neck as your senses were now alert, if whatever that was is real, you had to be way more careful. It was quiet in the alley, calm. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Stopping for a second to catch your breath and recollect your thoughts, bending over slightly and placing your hands on your knees.
“Jesus christ,” you muttered. You couldn’t get the visual out of your head, that man was murdered right in front of you. His eyes bulging out of his head when he couldn’t even scream for help, that… monster ripping his throat out and devouring him in broad daylight. You shook your head, running your fingers through your hair frantically as you tried to rid your brain of that image.
A low groaning filled your ears and before you could register it you were falling to the ground, a grunt escaping you as you quickly turned onto your back. One of those things were falling over you, your quick reflexes holding them up by their shoulders. You got a clear view of what they looked like, their eyes were clouded over, veins more visible under their pale skin, their lips and chin dribbling with blood. You grimaced, trying to scream but nothing came out, nothing but a flow of air. They were strong, jaw snapping closer and closer to you. If you didn’t do anything now you’d end up like that guy on that street. No fucking way you were going to die like that.
Struggling a little, you lifted your legs under them and kicked from their stomach. Throwing the thing off of you, grunting you scrambled to your feet. The thing quickly following, their leg twisted as they got up from the position you flung them in. Surely it would’ve hurt if it were you, but unlike you, they weren’t living. You opened your bag and shoved your hand in, cursing yourself in your head for shoving everything in there. You held out your other arm protectively while stepping backwards from the thing. The hand in your bag searched wildly for something to defend yourself with, something to kill with. Could you even kill them?
Your back hit the wall, panic filling your body as the thing got closer. Before it could get any closer you tucked your forearm under their chin to hold them back, a loud cry escaping you as you fought to hold them back. When you were starting to give up, the hand in your bag finally found something metal. Ripping it out you immediately swung at it with the item, sinking it into their head which was surprisingly easy. Adrenaline probably. The thing fell to the ground, dead again.
You let out a heavy sigh, sliding down the wall. You looked down at your hands, bloodied with what you could only hope wasn’t your own blood. You were shaking profusely, your breathing uneven. You closed your eyes, trying to steady your breathing as you pressed your knees to your chest, the heel of your palm placed on your forehead. You stayed like this for a moment, you don’t know how long. But once you were ready you let out one last shaky breath before opening your eyes again, and glancing down at the thing on the ground in front of you.
You almost laughed as you realized you used the painting knife to end the thing, but you didn’t. You silently reached over and pulled it out, swallowing as it made a gross squelch sound. Looking down at your painting knife which was now covered in its blood, you wiped it off on their shirt. Taking a closer look at the body and noticing a bite mark on their shoulder, much like the person in the library. Your lip quivered as you imagined what had happened to them, what might’ve happened to you if you stayed. There was a low pit in your stomach as you stood up, your mouth suddenly filling with saliva before hunching over and vomiting. Your eyes filled with tears just realizing how close to death you were, throwing up your lunch.
You coughed, wiping your mouth on your sleeve before shoving the painting knife back into your bag. You had to get home, now. Your feet moved quickly, not stopping for even a second. There were barely anyone on the streets and you wondered if your home was even safe. Stop, your feet stopped. Don’t think like that. With a heavy breath you took off again, walking even faster towards your apartment building. Please, please, please….
You jolted suddenly as your phone started ringing, you grabbed it but didn’t stop walking. Answering without even checking the caller ID.
“Hello?” You said almost too quietly, still shaken up from your encounter with the thing.
“(Y/N)?? (Y/N), are you okay!?” The anxious voice yelled, it was your older brother, Glenn. You almost cried in happiness, walking even faster now.
“Yes Glenn, yes I’m fine…” you mumbled into the phone, breathing a sigh of relief that your brother was alive. “What is going on?”
“God, I don’t know. All I know is people are dying and coming back to life and eating each other and dying and coming back to—”
“Yeah, yeah I get it!” you cut him off, “I almost—” you stopped, deciding not to tell him about your fight. He was anxious enough, he always was but you didn’t want to worry him even more.
“Almost what?? You didn’t get bit did you!?” He yelled which caused you to pull your phone away from your ear in discomfort.
“No I didn’t, stop yelling.” You replied irritated, you heard him sigh on the other end. Hearing distant voices in the background. “Where are you?”
“I was at work when I saw everything go down, I drove back to the pizza place immediately.” He said more calmer, “but we’re gonna move out soon.”
You furrowed your brows in confusion, “wait why? Isn’t it safe there? Why not wait for help?”
“You didn’t hear? I thought you were always on your phone,” you scoffed in annoyance at his probe. “They’re setting up camps, courtesy of the military I think.”
You chest filled with hope, you were going to be safe. “Oh thank god, okay wait I’m going back to my place to grab some things. Where is the camp?”
When Glenn responded his end was filled with feedback, static. “It’s gonna. Arou— Ta—”
“Glenn?? You’re… you’re cutting off.” You said nervously, nearing your apartment.
“A— Yo— I’m—” And the call failed.
Dread filled your body once again, now you really were going to cry. You shakily walked through the apartment building, keeping guard for potential things around. Opting for the stairs, you walked swiftly up them. Out of breath by the time you reached your room, fortunately there was nothing to stop you.
Once you got in you immediately dropped everything, locking the door and collapsing to the floor. Tears filled your eyes once more and you let some of them escape and trickle down your cheeks, you were scared. Scared of those things roaming around, they could kill, you’ve seen it. You removed your glasses momentarily to wipe your face. You shook your head you took a deep breath and stood up, you had to pack and leave immediately. You didn’t know where you were going but you had to leave, you had to find Glenn.
Putting your glasses back on, you crawled over and rummaged through your closet carelessly, trying to find a backpack that was big enough to carry all your necessities. Your apartment was already a mess so you didn’t bother being slow and careful right now, which might have been a bad idea as you snagged your finger on a stray box cutter.
“Shit,” you muttered while pulling your hand back, a cut dragged along your index finger. You rushed over to the sink, washing it quickly before throwing a bandage over the cut. While doing so you heard a police siren drive by, the sound dying off as it drove farther and farther away. You sighed before returning to the closet, grabbing a big enough backpack and shoving as much clothes you could get while also leaving room for extra things.
You stood up and looked around your small apartment, your bed looked so inviting. You were exhausted beyond help, your body aching with the need to rest. I shouldn’t. You thought and continued scrambling for items to take with you, the amount of scattered pages of sketches filled the space that was your floor. Your heart broke at the thought of leaving your things behind but you knew it’d be useless to take with you, but you couldn’t take nothing.
You grabbed a few pencils and brushes, along with a small paint palette and placed them carefully into your bag, an empty sketchbook joining them. While searching you opened your desk drawer, three daggers which you made in a welding class a couple years ago. They were sturdy and well sharp enough, thank god you were good at making things. You took them and put them into a sheath to prevent stabbing yourself. You grabbed a few more things like a lighter, some bandaids, and batteries. You frowned at the lack of supplies you had on hand, but you tried to convince yourself that you’d be taken care of at the camps.
You moved over to your small kitchen and grabbed a water bottle which you filled, also grabbing a couple snacks that would keep you full for a few days at best. You heard a few distant screams outside, some screams of pain which caused you to wince. The sudden thought of living in an apocalypse dawned over you, a feeling of dread rushing through you. You couldn’t shake the feeling off but you chose to ignore it. You did not want to go into a panic right now, you had to have a clear and positive mind if you wanted to live.
You pulled your bag over your shoulders and walked over to your mirror to take a look at yourself, grounding yourself for the world outside. You wanted so badly to sleep but you knew you had to get a move on if you wanted to get to a camp safely.
“I can do this..” you whispered under your breath, clutching at the handle of one of your daggers, turning to the door. You just had to get to a camp, but more importantly you had to find Glenn.
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more a/n: for the sake of having glenn as reader's older brother im having him be around 24-27 years old right now, reader being like 23 ish. and daryl will be like 32….??? i dunno im trying to make this as canon as possible BUT UGH IT IS SO $&£”*^%*£ so yeah there will be a little bit of an age gap between reader and daryl but i hope that wont be too much of a problem for you guys…. probably not. and do not quote me if i get settings or the timeline wrong like twd is confusing enough for me……….. again im also like rewatching and making sure to make everything as close to the show as possible, but theres also the possibility of me altering the timeline (muehehehe). anyways tysm for reading and stay tuned! ★
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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year
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Eli Jang with Unhinged F!Reader
You meet Big Daddy
Dedicated to @the-eclipsed-luna, check masterlist for unhinged series
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You couldn't stop smiling.
"Did... did you just bite me?" your hand comes up to your neck and you feel hot liquid spilling out. You lick your hands. Crimson, metallic. Definitely blood.
This sly fucking dog. You think you might be in Iove.
Sure, Eli aimed a few kicks towards your crotch and thumbs towards your eyes. Even tried to headbutt you a few times. Nothing landed.
But when he launched himself at you, wrapping his legs and drawing blood? With teeth? This is much more your style. Truly a man after your own heart, now you can really show him your venom.
You continue to smile, all fangs.
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You had approached Eli Jang only moments ago, laughing and spluttering so hard it was difficult for you to stay up.
(You were clutching a piece of paper in your hand, and burst out laughing when you reminded yourself of the name on your hitlist.)
He gave you a questioning look, wondering who the hell you are.
"Big... Big Daddy?" You wheeze, god his nickname is hilarious and so fucking embarrassing.
He doesn't say anything, but he also doesn't move.
You clear your throat, and wipe the tears of mirth from your eyes.
"Ok, ok Mr. DILF. Let's get down to business."
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Eli's fighting style is savage and brutal. Moulded and honed by his past. Dangerous.
He realises though, that he's made a grave error when your tone changes from one of indifference to elation. Who gets violently bitten and grins?
From then, it was just a blur of fists and kicks and nails and teeth. Just an animal, a beast, trying to rip its food apart. He never had a chance to escape.
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Another body lies at your feet, barely breathing, barely conscious.
It's not that you're tired. Who could get tired of winning? But once again you find yourself severely underwhelmed.
You wonder where these little boys even got their ego, their pride, their self-worth from when it was so easy to tear down.
Was it just them, jerking each other off, telling each other how strong they were and they actually believed their own hype?
You squat down and wipe your hands on Eli's shirt, wondering what to do with him.
Teethmarks litter across his broken skin. Love bites, you like to think.
Such a pretty face and such sharp teeth. He could have been so promising.
A light breeze draws your attention to his hair. You move towards his fringe, recalling the way it hides the H for Hostel.
Huh. This could be fun. You consider leaving your own initial, a parting gift for your troubles-
"Little girl, don't play with trash,"
A voice stops you reaching for the knife hidden in your boots.
Even now, Eli stirs and groans a little, clearly recognising the timbre.
And who's this?
Oh. This is intriguing.
You didn't think you would meet him today, but that's fine. Plans change and you have time.
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senblades · 18 days
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Loved your shuake Loki/Sigyn art…I too am a mythology enjoyer and have thought about their parallels. I do love Sigyn as the goddess of victory despite being married to Loki, who notoriously causes chaos around him LOL. Like Joker I’d like to think Sigyn looks past Loki’s “trickster-like” tendencies and sees him for who he really is. That’s how I’ve always interpreted the basin/venom myth. But that’s just my interpretation. Always fun to talk about this stuff!
thank you! <3
and yes yes yes I LOVE looking at all the history and mythology of personas- especially Loki, because I think that there's so much stuff that links to Akechi juuuust beneath the obvious "chaotic trickster god" stuff
Like, Loki in mythology as a constant scapegoat for the problems that the Aesir (I apologise for my abysmal spelling) cause? Interpreting the Aesir as Shido's conspiracy in that context is fascinating, and you can even draw a lot of parallels if you interpret them as the Phantom Thieves, too (the whole contingent relationship for their popularities, and whatnot)
(don't even get me STARTED on all the Loki/Sigyn stuff lmao- there's just. so much to draw from that comparison)
And even on a meta level, the fact that historians really struggle to find proof that Loki as a symbol of worship even existed before christian missionaries arrived in the Nordic countries? How that could be seen as a parallel to Yaldabaoth's fuckery? good shit
(Also, Loki being "the guy who solves as many problems as he causes" in the context of Akechi 'solving' a bunch of the mental shutdown and phsychotic breakdown cases is very funny to me HA)
Point is. uh. Mythology cool.
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thecampjuicebox · 3 months
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Could I ask for Raphael reacting to another fiend, for one reason or another, striking Tav during negotiations (in relation to Raphael's campaign for rulership of the nine circles). Assuming Raphael shuts that down immediately, how would he react to Tav requesting that he let them deal with the transgressor themself (but Raphael can tell they are planning something)?
If this request is agreed to, Tav immediately challenges the offender to a duel (after the fiend is fully healed if Raphael injured the aggressor) in front of everyone else present - right here, right now.
Tav then proceeds to absolutely dominate the battle, leaving the offending devil within an inch of life and then forcing the fiend to grovel at Raphael's feet for forgiveness for the unsightly behavior during a negotiation, stating that Raphael's mercy is the only thing that will spare the transgressor from a death by their blade.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS IDEA, IT IS INCREDIBLE. Here's a lil sum sum to satisfy the palate.
Raphael pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger in frustration. Negotiations always do his head in, and this round is especially mentally taxing. Clearly campaigning for Ruler of the Nine Circles wasn't supposed to be easy, but gods damn does he wish he thought this through a little more. Tav stands faithfully at his side, a hand resting on the small of his back in reassurance. The cambion before him reads over the parchment that Tav had presented, words laid out neatly in Infernal. He scoffs, tossing the scroll to the floor.
"You expect me to accept these terms? You've lost your mind, Raphael."
Tav's ears burn red with irritation. The disrespectful display leaves a horrendous taste in their mouth and they step to the cambion, fists clenched at their sides. Their face scrunches up with disdain.
"You'll show Raphael some respect, you wretch."
Without hesitation, the back of the cambions hand swings forward and connects with Tav's cheekbone with a loud crack. Tav stumbles to the side and their hand flies up to cup the red hot handprint burned into their skin. The room falls silent around them. All eyes focus on the display. Raphael seethes and grabs at the Cambion's ruffled collar, yanking him close enough to feel his hot breath against his face.
"How dare you, you contemptuous creature. You insufferable ingrate. I should smite you where you stand."
His words are venomous. The cambion's eyes widen in surprise at the grip Raphael has on his collar, his hands coming up in an act of submission. Pleas for forgiveness are strewn about in a weak attempt to get Raphael to let go. Tav collects themselves and places a loving hand on Raphael's shoulder to prompt him to release the blabbering fool.
"Darling, allow me to deal with this.. miscreant."
Raphael quirks an eyebrow down at them. Surely they aren't serious. They blink up at him sweetly and gods - how could he so no to that? He releases the cambion with a shove and he stumbles backward, barely catching his footing. Tav slides their hand to the hilt of their sword, drawing it from its sheath and holding the tip of the blade to the throat of the aggressor. He gulps harshly and Raphael crosses his arms over his chest in amusement. This could be fun.
"I challenge thee to a duel. Right here, right now. If I win, you must beg on your hands and knees for forgiveness. AND sign the agreement. If you win, well.. You get to leave here with your life and your wings still intact. Deal?"
"Deal."
The cambion stands with confidence, quickly unsheathing his sword to attempt to land a quick strike on Tav. They dart out of the way and swing, their sword making fast contact with one of his horns with a loud clink. The cambion wails in pain and swings his sword again, missing Tav completely. They chuckle. Pathetic. Skillful swings back the cambion into a corner, sword bumping against his shoulder, knee, and hip. Each hit harder than the last. The final move brings the cambion to his knees - a swift strike to the calf. Blood pools through his light colored pants and he stares up at Tav in disbelief. They'd taken him down. Raphael claps slowly, chest filled with pride for his little mouse.
"Seems as if you've lost. Now beg. Raphael's mercy will be the only thing to spare you from death by my blade. You're a disgrace."
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hanafubukki · 4 months
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Not me listening to "Soldier, Poet, King" and having flash of Lilia, Levan and Meleanor.
Lilia being the "Soldier who carries a mighty sword". General Vanrouge can totally tear someone city if needed too.
Levan being the "Poet who weapon is his words". For the little we know on him, he's more an intellectual. He was a child that wasn't much brave, perhaps a bit of a scary cat/crybaby if we compare to Lilia or Meleanor. But Lilia said himself he was the one to "teach them a language humans could understand". Plus, even if he seems like a pretty chill characters, I have this fun headcanon of him being angry, with a lovely malleus cheeky-like smile on his face, and litterally tear someone appart with truth- No insult. No violence. Just him splitting so politly his venom on a rude character you're not sure if he compliment them and tear them appart-
And Meleanor being the "Ruler whose brow his laid in thorn", for the obvious reasons of the Draconia clan ressemblance the Maleficient, the witch of Thorns, but also because she is really the prettiest rose -with the most dangerous thorn. She is also royalty, and the only princess. She's also seems like a kind of divine entity for most of her people. Like Malleus. There's a little line between being seen as a god and as a monster when powerful.
Now- I don't have the drawing skills to do that. But the animation in my head is really good and touching, and "I need a tissue please-". With these three and memories of their childhood mixed to their tragedy-
- 🦋 Anon
Hello 🦋 Anonie 🌺🌻
Come here 🦋 Anonie, come here, I’m just going to:
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The way I ran to listen to this song when I saw what you wrote! It fits them so much and I’m just…
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General Lilia Vanrouge, even current Lilia, can and will destroy the city and anyone who tries to hurt what’s his, having magic or not be damned.
And then!! The poet!! Okay, okay, I was writing about a Levan theory today and yessss, this fits him so well! Levan, the future thinking, the one who pushed for talks between the humans and fae. This!! “Poet who’s weapon is his words” indeed!! Out of the three, Levan is probably the more calmed headed, and someone has to be when you have Meleanor and a young Lilia in the mix right?
I agree and I see Levan as the type to hurt with words. It can be figuratively and literally, words can hurt when spoken, but he is a fae and he does have magic, so I can imagine a curse mixed into these words as well…the other party none the wiser.
Everything you wrote about Meleanor is so true!! Also the whole “ruler who will slay your city” fits her so well, we know she’s powerful and she could have brought them all down. I mean her own soldiers fear her greatly, she is as beautiful as a rose but also as dangerous as the thorns from such a beautiful flower.
I feel you 🦋 Anonie, I wish I had the drawing/animation skills. The whole idea is so epic. Memories of these three together as children, and as time passes, they have to let go of their childhood.
One with a country on her shoulders, and two of them protecting the country as soldiers in their own ways.
Eventually for all three to meet tragedy as history continues…with one dead, one missing, and one living.
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impcarcass · 11 months
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MAGMA DOODLES MAGMA DOODLES-
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[IMAGE ID: a sketch of Eclipse surrounded by little doodles from other artists. He seems to be walking, like he’s offering a dance. He has four arms, one holding onto the wire attached to his back, one outstretched and holding another detached arm that it seems he’s ripped from himself. The fourth arm is simply hanging to the side, poised like someone walking happily would do. Eclipse has four eyes and a toothy grin. The sun rays coming out of his head are piercing through a nightcap. There are ruffles around his neck that look spiked, as well as at the waist of his pants. He has a hole in his chest with some wires poking out, seemingly wrapping around the side of his torso. His pants are long and puffy around the ankles, striped with stars. he’s wearing slippers with bells at the tops, one with a moon symbol, and the other with a sun symbol. END ID]
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[IMAGE ID: a sketch page with various doodles. The biggest sketch is of Impcarcass’ alternate Universe Eclipse with his arm outstretched with a finger gun. A small blast is coming from the tip for added effect. A speech bubble next to him reads “Bang, bitch.” Eclipse has a scar underneath his right eye, and he’s wearing a fedora which is blocking the rays at the top of his head. The rest fan out around where the hat doesn’t rest. He’s wearing a slightly unbuttoned dress shirt underneath a trench coat with elbow pads. Next to him is a small, cat-like demon pressing their fingertips together. Text next to it reads “Def Scheming.” Next to that doodle is Eclipse with his elbows resting on an unseen surface with his fingers laced together. He looks deep in thought. Small text next to him reads: “think.” And “if human, why hate?” END ID]
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[IMAGE ID: another sketch page. The biggest drawing is Moon standing on one hand while being suspended by a wire. His feet are wrapped around it for support. He has a mischievous smile on his face as he looks off at something unseen. Various doodles surround him, some of which include: moon as a shrimp, followed by Bean’s doodle sona putting him in a cocktail, Kirby Sun and Moon, crab and scorpion moon, eclipse dressed with a top hat and a fake mustache, as well as Impcarcass’ doodle sprite crying at Bean eating Shrimp Moon. END ID]
Thank you @venomous-qwille for hosting it was so fun to hang out with y’all 😭💛💛 everyone is so incredibly sweet
I also have no idea what possessed me when I got in here but that eclipse drawing? I felt like GOD making that lmao-
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yellowstonewolves · 3 months
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Wyllstarion server weekly challenge (In which Withers matchmakes)
WITHERS
Ah, there you are. I have been searching for you.
WYLL
Your quest draws to a fortuitous end. You’ve found me. What’s on your mind? Nothing dire, I hope.
WITHERS
Walk with me, young Ravenguard.
(Wyll offers his arm, and the two stroll up a hill, just beyond the perimeter of their camp,.)
WYLL
So…nice weather we’ve been having, no? Shame we’ll be headed off to the underdark afore too long.
WITHERS
The matter I wish to discuss with you. It concerns Astarion.
WYLL
Oh. Him.
(Withers gestures to a log up on the hill , Wyll sits on it, WITHERS beside him. They have a view of the camp below. ASTARION is in the middle of camp, practicing knife tricks while reading.)
WITHERS
When you first sampled each other’s bodies, I was not enthused. I thought it would be a distraction from your mission, indulging as you did in the pleasures of the flesh.
WYLL
I…you were spying on me?
WITHERS
I did not need to. I was not the only one who heard you, at the party. The two of you were quite theatrical in calling out how much you enjoyed each other’s anatomies.
WYLL
This is a nightmare I’m having isn’t it? My teeth are going to start falling out any second. I’m going to realize that I’m late for lessons.
WITHERS
No.
WYLL
I’m sorry to have disturbed you then. I can assure you, it won’t happen again.
WITHERS
As much as it pains me to say it, I think it should.
WYLL
What?
(ASTARION reads something in his book that makes him gasp and press a hand to his mouth. The knife falls and stabs him in the leg. He screams.
WYLL stands up,ready to go to him. WITHERS clears his throat. WYLL sits back down.)
WITHERS
If I thought you were distracted before, it is nothing compared to what has come over you now. You stare, you pointedly ignore, you find excuses to talk to him, you find excuses to avoid him. A man in conflict with his own heart. Or perhaps with his other organs. It matters not.”
(ASTARION is arguing with Shadowheart about whether or not his leg wound is “his own fault” and whether he’s “so, so stupid.”)
WYLL
That night was a mistake. I was half-drunk and fully miserable and well…he is as lovely to look at as he is disturbing to speak to. I’ll admit to having had fun, in the moment…But when I woke up and realized that I’d stolen the joy of an unspoiled first time together, from my fated love…
(ASTARION is still arguing with SHADOWHEART. He pulls out the knife to gesture with it and starts gushing blood. She rolls her eyes.)
WITHERS
“You say you believe you have a fated love. Yet you seem determined to avoid leaving it up to fate. Desperately clinging to plans made—when? As a child?”
WYLL
I take what I’m given in this life, Withers. I do what I must. I put myself on the line again and again for the good of the people of this world,
(With sudden venom)
Who have been all but abandoned, I might add by their so-called gods.
(WITHERS does not visibly react to this slight.)
But I will not kill this one thing. This extravagant dream I have, of a love that’s good and pure and true, words which hardly describe our friend Astarion. I won’t do it. For you, or anyone.
WITHERS
You’re entitled of course, to this dream of yours. But you may ask yourself, does it serve you? Or do you serve it?
(ASTARION is finally getting healed. He gives SHADOWHEART a sweet little smile. She says something that starts them arguing again.)
WYLL
Good night, Withers.
WITHERS
The wheel of fate turns ever to the dark :/
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