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jujumin-translates · 3 months

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7th Anniversary Scout | Veludo Town Oshi Spot! ~Prologue~

Sakyo: Director-san. Which pair is up next?

Izumi: Masumi-kun and Misumi-kun. But it seems like they’re not done changing yet.

Staff: Next is Sakuma-san and Mikage-san, please head to get your makeup done!

Sakuya: Okay!

Hisoka: Understood.

Tenma: Having everyone do a photoshoot on the same day is pretty chaotic, huh?

Taichi: The staff members sure seem to be working hard!

Banri: I mean, it is a pretty big project, so they’ve gotta get fired up too.

Chikage: It is the Veludo Station Redevelopment Project Commemoration Event, isn’t it?

Izumi: That’s right.

Izumi: (But I still really can’t believe our company was asked to be the ambassadors and navigators for such a big event…)

Citron: Director, Kazu and I have finished our photoshoot safely~!

Izumi: Good work, how’d it go?

Kazunari: Aside from shooting the ads for the event, we had tons of fun with the offshoot pics too!

Izumi: I mean, that makes sense since the purpose of offshoots is that you get to pose however you like.

Itaru: By the way, we’ve all been split into pairs this time. How’d you choose all of the combos?

Tsumugi: I think they were chosen by both the redevelopment project and the people in charge of “VELUDO” since they’re working together for this event.

Azuma: I heard that too. And because the people in charge of “VELUDO” are already familiar with us.

Juza: Good work, Director

Kumon: Hey, hey, what did you think of our photos!?

Izumi: I think it was really nice to see how well you two get along.

Staff: You can see the photos from the shoot on the laptop over here, if you’d like to take a look.

Muku: Wah, really? I’d love to!

Tasuku: You want to check them out too?

Omi: Sure, let’s do that.

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Izumi: Thank you so much for your help today.

VELUDO Representative: The pleasure is ours. Let’s continue working together to make the redevelopment project a success.

Izumi: Of course!

VELUDO Representative: However, the Inste for the commemorative event that we’ve been posting on prior to the actual event isn’t nearly as the other one.

Izumi: Is that so?

VELUDO Representative: Yes, the follower count hasn’t grown at all. We’re hoping that more people will get to know about us, but…

Izumi: Well, if there’s anything we can do to help, please let us know.

VELUDO Representative: No, no, you’re already helping us out with the web edition of “VELUDO”, we couldn’t possibly ask you to do more.

Izumi: It’s okay. We want to make this event a success, so we’d love to help out.

VELUDO Representative: If you’re really willing to go that far, then we’d like to ask you a small favor…

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Izumi: …And so, each of you will shoot a video introducing one place somewhere in Veludo Town and post it to Inste.

Tsuzuru: Do we get to choose the places ourselves?

Izumi: Yeah, the idea is to introduce a place you like or recommend.

Homare: I see. That sounds quite interesting.

Azami: Filmin’ the videos by ourselves sounds kinda hard. Wouldn’t it be better to have someone else film it for us?

Guy: Then why don’t we pair up again and film for each other?

Masumi: Sounds good. I’ll pair up with you, Director.

Izumi: I’m not posting something, you have to pair up with someone else!

Masumi: …Okay.

Sakuya: How should we pick the pairs? By roommates, or by drawing lots…?

Misumi: How about we draw triangles~?

Yuki: That sounds hard to pull together.

Tsumugi: Ah, I know… what if we use the pairs from the ad photoshoot?

Banri: Makes sense. I mean, they are for the same event.

Sakyo: Sounds good. Well then, we’ll shoot the videos for Inste in the same pairs we did the ad photoshoot in.

Izumi: And when you post the videos to Inste, you can post the offshoot photos you took today with them.

Tenma: Right, the ones we took on our phones.

Izumi: Yep, yep. I’ll send the data over to you guys later.

Izumi: Well then, everyone, please film your own videos in time for your individual posting dates.

Kazunari & Taichi: Roger that!

#a3!#a3! translation #// kinda out of order considering i already tl’ed sakuya and misumi’s cards but

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majjiktricks · 7 days

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plss gimme the fucked up ocelot/liquid dynamics

i dont know if this is gonna make any sense because i just wrote it in a haze but

i definitely think ocelot is weird about all of the bibo clones. he has way too much fun torturing snavid, and he works closely with solidus during mgs1-2. those two look the most like bibo, so ofc he has a strange attraction to them.

for liquid i think its a little more complicated because a) he met liquid as a child. but he didn't watch him grow up, and i dont think he felt any kind of familial bond with him. he was an annoying little shithead for a few months and then he fucked off into the wilderness to live with a bunch of other feral children.

and b) due to the whole liquid-miller situation. i have a lot of thoughts on ocelhira and how it mightve played out, and half of them contradict the rest, but i do think ocelot genuinely liked kaz and liked working with him. whether or not that was reciprocated is where my contradictory thoughts lie. they likely worked together post-1984 in foxhound, but it's unclear for how long.

so fast forward to 2005 where hes working with liquid, who has grown up into a handsome man who, aside from the hair, is the spitting image of big boss. hes more vindictive and hateful, but still eerily similar. his motivation to create a safe place for the genome soldiers mirrors big boss's goal of a nation of soldiers. and hes willing to blow up the rest of the world to do it. hes got a similar inspirational charisma that lands him leadership of foxhound, commanding the rest of the mgs1 bosses and the entire genome army.

so not only does ocelot draw parallels between him and big boss, which has tangled romance feelings involved, but also when liquid decides to kill miller and impersonate him, ocelot gives him a lot of information in order to be convincing (im assuming). tapes and videos and records to get to know miller better, and ocelot watches him literally transform into a copy of younger miller, very similar in age to when ocelot first met miller. (assuming they met at some point after 1975, kaz wouldve been early 30s, and liquid is also early 30s in 2005).

liquid's impression is of foxhound miller, but its probably still uncanny and takes ocelot off guard. so now hes contending with his past relationship with big boss AND miller, with whatever insane feelings he must have about the two of them focused into one guy.

the entire time this is happening, ocelot is working to undermine the entire plan and conspiring with solidus. so he doesnt fully respect liquid nor does he take him seriously. their interactions with each other feel like ocelot is just going along with whatever liquid says, because liquid thinks hes in charge. ocelot is willing to be insulted and humiliated by liquid to advance the overarching plan. (solidus' to overthrow the patriots using the data stolden from REX, ocelot's to later betray solidus and maintain the patriots. all that fuckery.)

but i think ocelot is having the time of his life during this. it feels like working with big boss. it feels like working with miller. every time liquid puts on the sunglasses or gives an order as the boss of foxhound, its like standing in the room with one of two ghosts that feels entirely real. thats gotta be confusing as fuck. but also hot.

so i think ocelot has a lot of conflicting feelings on liquid but ultimately is attracted to him, not for who liquid is, but for who he reminds ocelot of. its something ocelot can have a little fun with while still achieving his overall goal of supporting the patriots. (until its his turn to overthrow them. jesus christ ocelot why is your plan so convoluted.)

meanwhile liquid i think believes ocelot IS the foolish old man he portrays himself as during mgs1. he didnt respect ocelot when they met in the 80s, and he still doesnt take him seriously in 2005. i dont think liquid is interested in ocelot at all. if anything, it would simply be for the power trip of controlling his father's former right-hand man. possibly feelings of anger/hate from ocelot's close association with big boss. he probably realizes ocelot has some kind of feelings toward him, maybe not realizing the extent of it, but uses this to his advantage. perhaps he even believes this is why ocelot is willing to endure the insults and humiliation.

overall i think their dynamic would be strange, nostalgic pining against a somewhat bitter distrust and disrespect + a mutual feeling of superiority/incompetence.

they both think theyre taking advantage of the other. ocelot wants what he can no longer have, because both miller and big boss are dead. liquid is a stand in for them. liquid thinks hes in charge and in control of shadow moses, and he doesnt take ocelot seriously enough to consider something else is going on behind the scenes. he focuses his anger at big boss towards anyone who was associated with him- snavid, miller, ocelot. they both use each other as proxies to channel strong emotion.

its fucked :]

#jazz noises #inbox #anonymous #metal gear #revolver ocelot #liquid snake

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katyspersonal · 1 month

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Alright, go crazy, go stupid ✌️

48. What’s your favorite physical/design feature for this character?

For the Bloodborne girl cast!

uhhh, Maria, Doll, Annalise, Henriett, Gratia, Queen Yharnam, Ebrietas, Rom, Flora, Kos, Arianna, Adella, Eileen, white church doctor, black church doctor, Fausefka, Iosefka, Old Lady lol, Viola, Gascoigne’s daughters, Mergo’s Wet Nurse, Vicar Amelia, Witches of Hemwick, uhhhhhhh, Yurie, Bell Women, Cainhurst portrait women, Dores, Adeline,…..uhhhh….well….dammit if I have forgotten someone very important then I apologize to all women.

(Ask from this ( x ) meme) Ohhhh boy, look who heard out my wish to discuss the design features!! Thank you very much!

48) What’s your favorite physical/design feature for this character?

ATTENTION: for some of these characters I might use my own headcanons on their appearances as an answer!

Maria and Doll: their lovely super pale eyelashes! As usual, common Fromsoft W putting effort into a detail that is hard to notice by normal means!

As for the distinct design elements (which in their case their clothes), for Maria I love the cute smaller broches by either side of her main one, and for the Doll I love her cute floral-patterned gloves!

Annalise: I love her big forehead. I am worried that I miss out this feature on accident sometimes in my drawings of her (just need more art skill), but I am mindful about it!

Henriett: I love that she either 1) is implied to wear a makeup (gotta stay class no matter what) or 2) just has naturally different color for brows and eyelashes? Common Fromsoft W on details no sane person would detect yet AGAIN. Close second is her awesome top hat that no one wears like her.

Gratia: I love her red hair so much. She has the most red hair in the setting. I love this so much. Hers is more red than Cainhurst red, even.

(From this ( x ) page with datamined corpse models, some of the following ones will also be from here)

Queen Yharnam: This is exclusive for her pregnant/boss variant, the one we interact with peacefully doesn't have them. But I love cute rose-themed decorations around her gown! Adorable detail!

Ebrietas: Her big anime girl green eyes, what else I can say? x) The very distinct feature, and they look like there are green cosmic nebulas shining inside them!

Rom: This is hard to choose because this IS the perfect female body, I think her existence alone should prove how useless beauty standards are dhfsdh I will never be her 😔 Her adorable tails is the close second, but I love that she is a forest. What grows on her back is more resembling of tree branches with glowing buds! This is not lumenweed, this is lumenWOOD! XD

Flora: The small wings. Of the 'skinny' type and not birdlike type, same as Ebrietas' and celestial children, but kinda damaged, or undeveloped? These wings tell a story. Feels similar to how Amygdalae have just lump of flesh in the place of wings, but their Kin, Gardens of Eyes, do have beautiful butterfly wings! It feels like a theme of needing humanity (?) to be truly fulfilled. Jealous Moon, eh?

Kos: I love her fins, especially the fin on her back! Well, it doesn't look very fin-like anymore, and there is clearly better look at it on the concept art! Just...... fish

Arianna: I love her purple eyes! Really stands out! I was really excited to find out she had such unusual feature!

Adella: Similarly to Henriett, I love how her brows and eyelashes color has a contrast with her hair color! Hers is paler!

Eileen: The only truly notable feature about her design is her unique mask, as Bloody Crow wears the same garb, and I feel like it won't really say anything.. The girl doesn't even have canon face data! So let me pull my own out uhhh..

I am quite happy with her beak! x) I needed the resemblance of 'crow' in her visual design, you don't understand! My initial idea for her design, though, was making her blonde in earlier life and then have silver, basically white hair in her old age, while still having skin dark because contrast is so good. It would be to symbolise a change, from "sunshine" to "moonlight".. I got discouraged when I was told it was 'unrealistic' feature for dark skinned people (and should not have listened, because Bloodborne already has two characters canonically who are blondes with dark skin). If I ever backtrack on that idea for her, consider the beautiful white hair and how it contrasts to be the answer!

White Church Doctor: In this case I will go for the obvious answer. This is her cute mole! I am so happy when other people notice it too!! When someone draws this character and does feature the mole, I am so happy ;-;

Black Church Doctor: I love the shape of her eyes! Interestingly though, she uses the same sliders as female preset hunter (in initial character creation), and her eyes are green like Brador's and have a similar shape, also her eyelashes are same color as his. Both Brador and Paleblood Hunter come from the same foreign land as their clothes lore suggest, so... same country? Or even relation to Brador? Hello....?

Fauxsefka and Iosefka: Eyelashes. Eyelashes. They use the especially long variant of eyelashes. I always enjoy drawing them, especially Fauxsefka's!

Lonely Old Dear: This is the hardest one yet, because there is nothing particular to point out. There are no other distinct old female characters we are shown in the game, nor her outfit is unique as there are many corpses in this outfit in Yahar'gul (and one in the woods). I do like the cute setting-appropriate hat, but I think a more fair one is to say that they bothered showing her eyes condition!

Viola: I love her red brooch! ...that we never do see on her in the game. But I think it is a really good detail for her design, and the best color to contrast with both her hair and clothes!

Older Daughter: This is an interpretation liberty, since this can and likely is a blood drop, but I like to think she has a spot on her forehead!

Younger daughter: Another case where I gotta use my own design! I like how her appearance mixes that of both parents rather than resembling one or another x) Gascoigne used to have auburn hair and green eyes, so hers mix those colors with Viola's blonde hair and blue eyes!

Mergo's Wet Nurse: Uhhhhh everything?? She is so incredibly stylish? fdsjfdshfd I fucking LOVE the absurd amount of heavily detalized trinkets all over her body! Get it.... because crows love shinies...... haha....

(Take a closer look at all her glory in wiki's gallery ( x ))

Amelia: Her very tiny tail. :3

Witches of Hemwick 1 and 2: The fact that!!!!! the eyes are all different colors??? How sick is this??? Look at this! Some also have iris whitening, same as what happened with Djura's eyes, and others have fully enlargened pupil!

Witch of Hemwick 3: Okay, you absolutely saw this one coming lol. I love how wide is her nasal bridge! Very distinct feature! (Also coming clear with my skill issue, as I do not give a justice to her eyes; in reality they're smaller and located wider from each other!)

Yurie: I really like her lips shape, actually! Very full, very smoochable.

Bell-Ringing Women: I love the decoration circling around their cape! This really adds to the design, it looks so much better this way than if it was just plain cape as is!

Cainhurst portrait women: Damn, they are all so beautiful! I guess as for Bell-Ringer resembling one, the previous point applies! Though she looks like she could be mother of Iosefka and Fauxsefka? And the knight woman has a very distinct nose shape! With Annalise's mother (I am not sure who else would wear a crown on portrait whereas not being Annalise..), I of course love how long her neck is x) Her posture is so regal, and this emphasises it!

Similar feature shared with the one who wears silver variant of the Noble Dress (basically Arianna's dress, and even identical shoes, but a bit more detailed in a couple of places). I'm gonna say though, I do love the silver variant more than burgundy one, especially with Forsaken Castle Ghosts whose hair became platinum! And the old lady has not only the necklaces, but also earrings and the bracelet which are quite modest and harder to see, but they are here! I love this attention to small details!

Dores: As iconic as her wearing a scalp of Pthumerian face like a mask is, but my favourite bit is, actually, the ungodly amount of tools dangling from her belt! My Mico in his Research Hall surgeon era can only dream about the same level of unsettling x)

Adeline: Again, she has the appearance of a Research Hall patient with the exception of larger amount of belts (she is feral!) and unique bandana around her neck! It feels unfair to point out either of these, because... yeah, sure. They just make her distinct. So I'll refer to my version of her and say that I love her hair buns and want to squeeze them every time I draw her. x) The bandana IS precious, though!

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Okay that was WILD, thank you for letting me go mad dfhahds You HAVE forgotten Hemwick Gravewomen, Evil Labyrinth Spirits, Snail/Slug Women, Mergo's Chief Attendants and female Beast Patients though XD I've met Tumblr images limit so I have to combine into one image.

But, Hemwick Gravewomen have strangely elongated skulls, and I love this bit. Considering the bandage over their forehead, perhaps, they've found their own way to place eyes on their brain? With statue behind Memory Altar and in the dungeons featuring a stitch over forehead and Rune Tool being found in Hemwick, would not be surprising. And with Evil Labyrinth Spirits, I guess I love the cool feature that is only in the concept art, but didn't make it into the actual model?? The evil red spirits erupting from her belly area are so badass??

With Slug Women, I guess the only thing I can tell is which variant I like more... And it is the shell one, of course x) Or simply red eyes with female Beast Patients! But with Chief Attendants, the plate on their bellies features upturned wings, and this is my favourite detail! They could represent wings of Wet Nurse or Flora! I love the mystery hidden on the plain sight so much!! Why could not Bloodborne give us a way to farm armour from mobs so we could read the description that would explain... ;-;

Okay, now my brain is OFFICIALLY fried (in a good way), and this post definitely will help me as a good self-reference! This is, however, now one of my favourite posts by myself, because.. many women.

#bloodborne #bloodborne reference #bloodborne headcanons #screenshots #ask replies #use later #multi character post

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ivystoryweaver · 7 months

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Decadent chapter 12

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Summary: Miguel loves you, but will he actually feed and accept himself the way you do?

Pairings: Miguel O'Hara x f!reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Content: nsfw, 18+ , cursing, blood consumption, scratching, wounds, dry humping, hand job, p in v, self-worth probs, not beta'd

PREVIOUSLY on Decadent...

“You love me?” He whispered, his eyes wide as his lungs tripped over the next few breaths he attempted to take.

“Yes,” you tearfully laughed out. “Yes, isn’t it obvious? I love you so much.”

Miguel’s eyes glistened as he touched his forehead to yours. “I wasn’t sure. I could only hope that this was more than just…” Pressing a sweet kiss to your mouth, he stopped his own rambling. “I love you too.”

This was it.

Miguel had actually agreed to feed.

You were alone with him, in the lab. You had drawn blood from your own arm (not in his presence) and Miguel was going to drink it, still warm and fresh.

He didn't want you to be hurt or cut, so this was what he was willing to try. And he worried that if he was near you while the blood was being drawn, that the temptation to....well - attack you? Might present itself.

As soon as you handed him the container of blood, his eyes flashed bright red and he jerked it out of your grasp.

"Do you have to watch me do this?" He asked, his lips pulling into a pout.

"Clinically, yes - "

You didn't need to say more before he drank the whole thing in one greedy gulp. When he was done, he set the container down and licked his lips clean, his hungry eyes finding yours.

"I know it's probably not enough, but we can do it again," you explained to him, stepping closer to examine him. "How are you feeling?"

"No, stay back," he warned, pushing off the stool he'd been resting on. Holding his hands out warningly, he put several feet of distance between the two of you. "That was just enough to make things better and worse. I'm really hungry right now, mi corazón. You should probably go."

"Let me draw some more blood, okay?" You proposed. "Just...wait in your office and I'll do it here and then - "

"No, not yet. I don't want to take too much too fast."

"It's ok, I only took about 250 cc's. I can still do about another 300. Then in a few days, I can do more," you explained. "And if we need to find another source, then that's what we'll do. We have to get you better."

He listened to you. He actually listened. You drew more blood and presented it to him. It was the maximum amount you should take from yourself for probably the next 3 days. Ish.

So you and Miguel formed a plan. He was going to take a few days off and try to stay home to see how he felt. The blood should make him stronger, but also hungrier, at least for now. He had to stay off the streets to keep from hurting anyone, and he was absolutely adamant about not seeing you - not until it was safe for you to draw more blood.

In the meantime, he would keep you updated constantly, in a clinical way. You would also be worried about him personally, obviously. You would try to figure out alternative sources of blood that could be fresh for him, without it being too much from you, and without Miguel having to break any more of his moral code than he already had.

The idea was to get him well enough to where he could go back to a safer feeding schedule, while continuing to look for a cure.

"I can't believe we have to spend three days apart," you pouted, safely keeping your distance in Miguel's office doorway while he grabbed some things from his desk before leaving early for the day.

"Lo siento, mi hermosa angel de la guardia." He smiled softly at you. "Safer this way."

"I know, but can't I at least kiss you before you go?"

He shook his head. "I gotta go, baby. I can't be here right now. I don't trust myself."

Definitely not worth an argument at this point. Not after he'd finally fed.

Day 1:

You analyzed and poured over data. You worked through lunch. Miguel video called you a few times to answer questions. Each call ended with him rattling off something lovely in Spanish.

You were so exhausted by the time you got home that you fell asleep in your work clothes.

Day 2:

You woke up to find Miguel had texted you late last night. It simply said,

'Miss you. Love you.'

You could squeal, you were so ecstatic.

You called him immediately.

Then you got to work, which included another call and a lot of questions about how he was feeling.

Hungry. He was hungry. But stronger.

You advised him to try to drink blood bags. He complied. Finally he seemed to be listening to your professional advice.

You saw Jackson at lunch. He wondered where you disappeared to at the gala and said he'd missed seeing you at work.

"I only skipped lunch one day, Mr. Watson," you playfully reminded him.

He told you he was going to make it his mission to make you eat lunch every day, even if he had to track you down himself. You appreciated the sentiment. Should you tell him you were with Miguel now?

Were you with Miguel now?

After all, you did sleep together again, he'd stayed at your house a few times recently, you declared your love for each other. Wasn't that 'together' behavior?

Probably should clarify...

Day 3:

Miguel was feeling better. The blood bags weren't ideal, but they were helping. He didn't need to feed every day. Back when you first met him, he could go days and days without blood, but that was on a more...well-nourished schedule.

He asked to see you...tomorrow.

Day 4:

You arrived at Miguel's house ready to pounce, absolutely desperate to see him. He did not disappoint you.

As soon as you made it off the elevator, his lips curled into a knowing smile.

"I missed you so much," you breathed as he lifted you up into his strong arms, causing your feet to dangle off the floor.

"Si, mi corazón," he agreed, sealing his lips to yours. The heat of his tongue made you weak as his hands worked their way over your body.

Sinking your fingers into his tousled hair, you practically climbed him, sucking on his lip, which elicited a groan of approval from him.

His hands traced down the curve of your back to scoop you up, hoisting your legs around his waist. You didn't make it far because he shoved you up against the nearest wall.

You gasped out as his erection pressed hard against your clothed core - memories of what happened up against the gala wall floating through your memory.

"Need you," he murmured against your mouth, the heat of his breath sending chills down your entire body. He gripped your hips, thrusting against your heat, his lips trailing across your jaw.

Your breathing quickened into shallow panting as the tip of his fangs scraped lightly against your throat. His tight grip on your hips almost hurt, but the way he pulled you roughly against his cock made you shake with anticipation and desire.

The lace of your panties rubbed across your clit roughly, creating a delicious friction as he demandingly dragged you back and forth while sucking a bruise into the skin of your neck.

"Miguel...yes," you panted, rocking your hips in time with his.

You felt his lips curl into a smile. "Come for me like this," he lowly growled into your ear. "Don't even have to touch you."

He felt so good. The tip of his thick cock strained against the thin joggers he wore, moistening the soft fabric as he rubbed you just the way you liked.

"Faster," you whined, twisting your fingers through his waves and yanking hard. Your hips ached from how hard his own were pinning you to the wall.

"Yes, fuck...yes," you moaned, your eyes fluttering closed as he found that perfect rhythm - the friction against your clit causing heat to flare out all over your body. You gasped for air as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, your body shuddering and going limp in his arms.

Miguel held you in his securely against the wall as you came back to yourself, touching his forehead to yours.

"You missed me?" He whispered, a knowing smile curling his lips. His fangs adorably poked out of his little smirk.

"Every second," you breathed, using your grip on his neck to pull his mouth back to yours.

You and Miguel decided to order dinner, so you could spend all your time...well, together, rather than cooking and cleaning up the kitchen.

Miguel did, however, make his signature margaritas.

You offered to slice some limes, which was probably the absolutely stupidest offer you could have made to your boyfriend - a blood drinker.

Unfortunately, you sliced your finger instead of the lime.

Miguel immediately halted salting the rims of your glasses. His crimson eyes shot open as his chest heaved. It took him a moment to get his bearings since he couldn't really think very clearly. Only he didn't get his bearings.

"Shit, shit," you hissed, dashing to the sink to run your dripping finger under the faucet's flow.

Too late - he came barreling at you, fangs and talons bared and eyes wild and glowing.

"Miguel, I-I'm sorry - "

He jerked your hand to his mouth, wrapping his lips around your finger and sucking vigorously. It stung a bit, but you supposed there was no real harm in him having a little blood. It wasn't as if he wounded you to get it, so he wouldn't have to feel guilty. And he had been starving for weeks, after all.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad for him to drink some of your fresh blood -

"Ow!" You gasped as his fang tore your flesh, deepening the wound on your finger slightly. Damn, that might need stitches.

He was unbothered and oblivious to your hiss of pain, sucking your finger relentlessly. He roughly grabbed your opposite hand, pushing your fingers between his legs to show you how hard he was. After all, it was you who had a mindblowing orgasm in the hallway. Now he wanted some relief.

Your finger really fucking hurt, but you honestly didn't want to discourage him feeding. And the paralytic hadn't kicked in yet because he hadn't exactly bit down - his fang had scraped you. So you slid your hand into the waistband of his pants and wrapped your fingers around his aching, hard cock, wishing and hoping things could be like they once were - with him feeding and fucking and using you.

He groaned appreciatively as you stroked him, using your fingernails to faintly tickle the base of him before giving him a few firm tugs. He still held your sliced finger in his mouth, his eyes closed in ecstasy as you roughly jerked him faster and faster.

It occurred to you that your finger wasn't burning with the initial searing pain you'd felt. In fact, if felt a little numb. Then you realized you were starting to feel spaced out. Your movements slowed, despite Miguel desperately attempting to thrust into your fist.

Your body started to go limp as the venom set in, and it was only when you started to collapse that he finally snapped out of his feeding frenzy.

He caught you in his arms, of course. He would never let you fall. But as he scooped you up, you could see the panic in his wild, red eyes. His lips were covered in your blood - a sight you not-so-secretly loved, despite the horror it made him feel.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he brokenly whispered, carrying you to the living room to lay your paralyzed body down on the sofa. He didn't seem to care that your blood was dripping all over his expensive flooring and furniture.

He went into triage mode, gathering a towel which he wrapped snuggly around your hand to stop the bleeding. You could see that he was horrified, but there was nothing you could do in this state. By the time the effects of the venom wore off, he would probably have completely panicked.

But he surprised you by holding the towel around your hand and waiting. He didn't try to clean up his face or make a bunch of apologizes. He just waited for you to return to your normal self, while he stopped the bleeding.

Your eyes lazily blinked a few times as you regained feeling in your extremities. Your finger hurt, but it was nothing compared to the puncture wounds and scrapes that used to litter your body when he would fuck you and use you like a toy.

He didn't say anything but you could see he was clearly distressed. You started to sit up, wondering how ruined this night likely was.

He assisted your efforts, swallowing hard as his gaze found yours. Your eyes flickered down to his crotch and then you realized he was still hard. The look in his eyes was desire and confusion regarding what to do about it.

He had knelt on the floor beside the sofa as he helped you, but now, he eased to sit down beside you. Holding his gaze, you dropped the towel from your bloody finger and climbed across his lap.

"It's your day to feed anyway," you softly purred, rolling your hips, pushing your core against his clothed cock. He groaned as his eyes fluttered closed.

Standing on your knees, you pushed down your pants along with your lace thong, standing for a moment to get them off your feet. You reached for his hand, pulling his fingers to the apex of your legs, forcing him to drag his fingertips through your soaked folds.

"I want this as much as you do," you quietly explained. "So don't you fucking dare pull away from me."

He sucked in a breath, seeming to teeter on the precipice of either giving in to this or completely shutting down.

You didn't wait, using your good hand to pull at the waistband of his joggers. "Take these off," you ordered, hastily working with him. "And this," you added, yanking up the hem of his soft t-shirt.

He stared at you, bewildered for a moment, but you encouraged him by wrapping your hand around his cock. Standing on your knees, straddling him, you guided his tip through your pussy lips, back and forth, tempting him.

"Do you want this or not?" You whispered, lowering yourself down onto his cock, hissing at the perfect stretch you felt as his heavy length filled you.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he groaned, his hands squeezed into fists by his sides as he struggled not to lose any control he had left.

"Because I love fucking you," you breathed against his mouth, pushing up on your knees before dropping back down hard, "And feeding you. But you won't let me."

He absently nodded, only half registering what you were saying - so focused on needing to feel more of you. It was a lot to take in - the fresh blood he could still smell from your cut finger - the way you were seducing him. He couldn't stop this even if he wanted to. Talons extended, he tore through your shirt and bra like tissue paper, before scratching lightly up the curves of your body.

You moaned at the sting, but nothing prepared you for the feeling of him scraping just above your nipple, drawing a few droplets of blood. Using his tongue he laved your hardened peak, spreading red warmth around your nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

Oh fuck - that felt good. His talons didn't secrete venom. He was drinking from you without paralyzing you. Just the notion of it had you fucking yourself down on him at a furious pace, rolling your hips and squeezing your cunt around him with each thrust.

"Don't stop," you begged him, threading your fingers through the hair on the top of his head, forcing his mouth to stay on your breast. But he shrugged you off before dragging his index finger over your other soft mound, just enough to sprinkle your beautiful skin with fresh red drops of what he craved.

The next few moments were a frenzy of furious thrusting. You came suddenly as soon as he took your nipple back into his mouth. Miguel had wanted to suck you like this for so long and once he felt your cunt fluttering around his cock, he completely lost it, emptying himself deep inside you as your cries of ecstasy echoed off the vaulted ceilings.

He buried his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your essense. Retracting his talons, he ran his hands over the curve of your back, pulling you against his chest, loving the feel of your breasts mashed against him. Your bodies remained joined as your harsh pants started to quiet.

Then he completely surprised you, saying, "I really needed that."

Easing back, you locked your wrists behind his neck and granted him a soft smile. "Yeah...you did. So did I."

He smirked disbelievingly. "I don't know if I understand that, mi vida."

"Understand what?"

He let out a sigh, hoping to explain without upsetting you. "How you could need...this. Me. And...what I just did to you."

Before you could really answer him, the food delivery arrived. So you excused yourself to the restroom to clean up, wash up, get dressed and bandage your finger. Miguel had shredded half your outfit, so you wandered up to his bedroom to find a t-shirt, which fell down your legs to almost knee level.

Miguel joined you with the delicious food delivery, smiling warmly at the sight of you, comfortable in his room, in his clothes.

"Thought we could just eat in here," he nonchalantly informed, "since we'll probably end up here the rest of the night anyway."

"Miguel O'Hara," you playfully scolded, secretly thrilled that he seemed to be okay with what happened downstairs. This would honestly be breaking new ground for the two of you - if he could drink your blood - wound you, even, and not push you away.

He winked at you before setting up the food on a small table in the corner of his expansive bedroom. As you started to eat, his eyes drifted down to your bandaged hand.

"I'm sorry," he softly uttered, setting down his fork. "Does it hurt a lot?"

You reached across the table with your opposite hand to squeeze his wrist. "I'm okay. It was just a scrape and it was my fault it happened anyway."

Slowly nodding, he joined his hand with yours, interlacing your fingers. You took this as a good sign.

"Miguel...don't shut me out. I can't survive it. Not again," you voice choked with emotion. "You can't take your guilt out on me."

He frowned. "I'm not trying to do that. But I can still feel sorry that you're hurt. What's so bad about that?"

"Nothing," you passionately returned, squeezing his fingers. "I'm just...I feel like I just got you back and I don't want to lose you."

"You're not going to lose me," he quickly refuted, his dark eyebrows shifting with concern. "You're never going to lose me unless you leave me. I love you."

Your heart did somersaults inside your chest as your lips parted with a sigh of relief. "I love you too. I love you so much, and I want you to see yourself the way I see you."

His crimson eyes widened with a bit of curious confusion. "How's that, mi corazón?"

Easing out of your chair, you circled around the table and knelt down in front of him, taking his hands in your own.

"You're perfect exactly the way you are." You could already see him getting ready to protest, but he had met his match when it came to stubbornness. "Don't argue with me, Miguel. I love you exactly how you are. That's the truth."

He swallowed hard, averting his eyes, but he didn't let go of your hands.

"I'll help you with whatever cure you want," you promised him. "I'll support you, but there is nothing wrong with you in my eyes."

Before you could profess anything further, he pulled you by the arms to sit in his lap.

"Come here," he whispered, nuzzling his nose against your throat before kissing your cheek tenderly.

"Thank you," he breathed on your ear. "You really are my guardian angel. It's just hard for me to not feel like a monster around someone like you."

"You're not," you insisted, brushing his unruly waves out of his eyes as your gaze found his. "Nothing is wrong with the things we do to each other, as long as we're both okay with it. I love it," you explained. "But if you don't, I'll respect that."

One of his fangs pulled at his bottom lip as he contemplated your words. "You're sure? You're okay with...what we just did - when I cut you and..."

"And scratched me and sucked me and drank my blood?" You shrugged one shoulder, easing your thighs across his lap. "I can see how it sounds when you say it out loud," you admitted, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Maybe it's you who needs to accept the monster in me."

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#decadent fic #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x f!reader #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse fic #sm: atsv fic #oscar isaac fic #spider man 2099

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mysteryshoptls · 1 year

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SSR Idia Shroud Bloom Birthday Personal Story: Part 3

"Happy Birthday"

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

[Ignihyde Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Riddle: So now, here is the final question.

Riddle: “What would you like to do in the coming year?”

Idia: …Go out.

Riddle: EH!!???? I DIDN'T JUST… MISHEAR YOU THERE, RIGHT?

Idia: Nooope. Thanks for the predictable response.

Idia: Ortho gathered some data that the hamburger shop down in town was real good.

Idia: Looks like they got a limited event going on too… So I'm thinking I wanna go ASAP.

Riddle: Is it really that good? I don't really see the appeal…

Idia: Ah, how like you. Didn't expect anything else.

Idia: Also, I bet I could chill at Whistle Park near the port all day long. That is, until my energy and stamina depletes.

Riddle: You'll be outside all day long!!?? …Apologies. What would you do at Whistle Park?

Idia: I mean… Obviously I'd be gaming.

Riddle: YOU'D GO ALL THE WAY OUTSIDE JUST TO PLAY A GAME!?

Idia: YEAH, SOOOOO―!!!!!!!!

Idia: When I heard that a new game for my favorite series was going to be released, I jumped online to access their site, and…

Idia: YOU CAN'T IMAGINE THE IMMENSE DEPRESSION I FELT TO LEARN THAT IT WAS A LOCATION-BASED GAME!!

Riddle: …A-A location-based game…?

Idia: One of those games that rely on the location information from your phone. There's been a ton popping up recently trying to get everyone to get up and move around.

Riddle: Ah. So are you really going to that hamburger shop to get something to eat, or…

Idia: Obviously I'm going because it's a designated spot to get game items, and battle others, duh?

Idia: And speaking of which, Whistle Park is one of the best places on Sage's Island with a ton of those spots. It's the most efficient place to make my rounds.

Riddle: Ah, that's more like it. But for it to even drag you outdoors… That game must be particularly invigorating.

Idia: I mean, not really? It's got a pretty common gameplay, and I planned on ignoring it, 'cause it's not relevant to a shut-in like me.

Idia: But then Ortho was all, "Hey, let's play together, Nii-san!" and started looking up all the hotspots on Sage's Island…

Idia: Looked like we could have more fun with it than I thought, so I said fine, I guess…

Idia: …I guess it wouldn't be terrible to be able to adventure with Ortho while we're here for school.

Riddle: The interview has now concluded. Thank you for the interesting conversation.

Riddle: The only remaining task for you is to simply fly on the Birthday Road. Here, please take this broom.

Idia: You just say "simply fly" like it's nothing… And on top of that, I gotta use a super fancy broom like this? I'd only draw attention to myself.

Riddle: Is that bad? It looks to me to have a tranquil and classy feel about it… It suits both you and the outfit you are wearing today.

Riddle: I am certain that Ortho is impatiently waiting for you to come out, as well. You should hurry and go, at least for him.

Idia: Hiee! There's that signature Riddle-shi straightforward praise like it's nothing! I can't stand it… I'll just have to run away to the venue, I guess.

Idia: Become one with the wind, I'm becoming one with the wind, I am one with the wind… Grit my teeth, and go!!

(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3

#twisted wonderland #twst #idia shroud #riddle rosehearts #twst idia #twst riddle #twst translation #twst birthday #mention: ortho

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nintendont2502 · 6 months

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thinking about davesprite. i blame you /lh but anyways. any hcs about him that you have Not been able to post because they just. weren't ever topical.

so many. so so so fucking many. i try to keep sdd relatively close to canon characterisation wise but,,,,, fuck i have ideas

this ones just a straight up headcanon thats barely tied to canon but gender apathetic/agender any pronouns davesprite,, big fan of this one in combination with t4t pepsisprite (dsprite is junes birdfriend)

this could be a whole rant to itself but i have. so many thoughts on davesprites relationship with bro and how fucked up it is. to make what could be a whole ass essay short and to just focus on one tiny fucked up aspect of it,,, davesprite associating pain and injury with his brother but in a 'positive' way, because him being hurt has always been associated with 'positive' memories of bro for him (bro training him 'because he cares', bro helping him stitch himself up after a particularly bad strife when he was too young to do it himself, getting his literal wing torn off while bro died protecting him,,, man).

semi related to above but he does exhibit some bird behaviours even if he refuses to admit it - the big one is pulling out his feathers when hes stressed (again, vaguely related to above - davesprite getting stressed about bro and pulling out too many feathers, and that pain simultaneously making things worse *and* calming him down)

my headcanons for a post game dsprite where he somehow makes it to the creation of the universe are either 'he makes it through and gets given a real body and the ability to age :))' or. well. hes a game construct right. hes just. hes an npc. hes meant to be part of the game. ...what if it doesnt let him leave. what if going through the door completely wipes his data and hes just. gone. what if hes forced to choose between being stuck in the session alone forever or disappearing from existence permanently. (this was actually the basis of a fic idea lmao)

as much as i love davesprite dream bubble content.... i dont think hed make it into the bubbles. hes not a person, right. fuck if the *guardians* dont make it then what chance does he have

i dont think he sleeps much.

[slaps davesprite] this sad boy can fit so many identity crises into him

how does he know hes himself. like. how does he know hes not just code programmed to think hes dave and act like dave. sure hes clinging to that old identity that he isnt allowed to have anymore, but what if that was never him? who is he, then?

jesus christ these got depressing

bird mating rituals,, he gives john cool rocks and shiny things and gets really flustered about it because 'holy shit im being so obvious' and johns just like 'haha cool! :B'

he gives davesprite like. a shiny bit of plastic one day as a joke and davesprite gets way too happy about it.

dave and davesprite brothers is so fucking real. to me.

less a headcanon, more a thought i cant get out of my head. davesprite literally keeping his sword in his chest is. fuck man. thats something. the only way he can use it is by taking it out which has gotta fucking hurt,,,, violence and fighting hurting himself just as much as it hurts everyone else

i like drawing post battleship dsprite with the missing wing and stomach hole still because im gonna be so real i dont think sburb would heal that. who cares right. it isnt threatening him at all - sure it hurts a lil but he could get used to it, and it isnt impacting his role, and like. hes just a sprite. who cares

^^ and if it *can* be healed, i still dont think it would by then. look man im just a sucker for emotional and mental healing being represented physically,,, the only time they heal is when he finally gives himself a break and lets himself rest and lower his guard and heal emotionally

again this isnt really a headcanon it just haunts me. davesprite is/was a knight of time right. both serving (and sacrificing for) time and using time as a weapon. thinking about how weapons can both protect and injure, or even kill. thinking about how davesprite probably feels responsible for all those deaths in the doomed timeline. thinking about how he essentially killed himself by travelling back. thinking about how he did it to protect.

...davesprite thinking about what would happen if dave died permanently. hed never do anything. hed never let that happen. but... the timeline needs a dave, right. and davesprite would still be there. hed never do anything to make it happen. but what if that was his chance.

i love the idea that dsprite acts more like dirk and hal acts more like dave (mirroring their text colours). i just think its fun

yall ever think about how the shades john gave dave were so important that when he was literally recreated, the universe still gave them to him? he wasnt wearing then when he was prototyped. because i do. i think about it all the time.

new pesterchum handle. turnedtechGodhead is the only one ive thought of atm but im gonna make more i stg (vaguely related: hals pesterchum is turingTested. that is all)

i swear to god theres more rattling around in there but i cant reach it and this is logn enough so :thumbsup:

#MAN #thanks for the opportunity to ramble i needed it #me.txt #davesprite

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houndaelyn · 9 months

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WHAT HAPPENS IN THE GOLD SAUCER...

...is an accidental wedding!

FFXIV FOLKS I am planning an art project for myself to commemorate an upcoming 'event' and your OCs/WoLs can help! 'When an evening of job-well-done revelry at the Manderville Gold Saucer leads to a morning of gnarly hangovers and cheap rings the only clues about the missing night's events are a stack of bad snapshots left scattered on the hotel side-table.' Basically, I'm looking for people to feature in this series of 'polaroid photographs' as background characters, attendants, disturbed patrons, and fellow drunken fools encountered throughout the night's ruckus! Mutuals, followers, strangers alike! Reblog with one or two references of your preferred FFXIV character ( and, if you feel like it, a little about them and what they'd get up to at the GS because I love to hear about blorbos) if you'd like to see them potentially show up in my silly lil personal project. A few more details below the cut

Any FFXIV race, LGBTQA+ inclusive. The OC selection will largely just be characters that look like fun to include/draw for a night out at the casino. Please note I will largely be preferring characters non/lightly-modded or those with designs not wildly left of the FF .:`aesthetic`:. as I'd like this project to remain visually rooted in the game's look. Also for my sanity anything super complicated or cluttered will probably be passed up. —I specify references above because I know how good and crazy some of you are with screenshots and art but something plain and clear helps a lot more with drawing them!

This is not IC nor will it be an actual in game event with attendees. As such server, data center, or if your character is even actually created in game— doesn't matter. You're also not required to be an artist, writer, RPer either, just gotta love your blorbo and show them to me!

I don't know how much traction this will get but I also don't know how the reblog chain format and notifications work anymore so its probably best to reblog my original post so as not to get missed. Don't have a timeframe on when this will start/end Ultimately this is just a future personal project I want to do to practice art and I thought it would be an interesting idea and fun to include some community folks

#A Manderville Wedding #ffxiv #final fantasy #korso #niko #when ur friend wants a bird but you make up A Whole Thing #ort #AND ALSO A GAY WEDDING YES ME TOO #ive made a mistake i can't like my own post multiple times when people show me their cute characters im boo boo the fool

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ryuichirou · 7 months

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Piss-related questions

I could have named this post “latest comic related questions” or “toilet related questions” or even “urinating habits related questions” (piss headcanons??), but I just know I’ll never get an opportunity to name anything “piss-related questions” ever in my life again, so I’ll indulge myself this time.

But yeah, if you sent me an ask about our latest comic, I’ll reply to you here!

But first I want to mention that I’m super happy with how much you liked it. We had a completely shit-posting discussion about everything that’s going on in this comic after another piss-related comic we posted some time ago, so it’s kind of a sequel to that. I honestly thought that we wouldn’t do anything with it, because we, as always, have too much other stuff to draw, but we were having a really bad day and making a stupid comic felt like the only thing that was meant to happen that day (and I was emotionally incapable of drawing anything good).

We love making stupid stuff. And it’s always fun when other people find it funny lol

Alright, let’s boogie

Anonymous asked:

They literally just went to the comfort room just while Idia about to go his business XD. Also imagine that Azul, Jade, and Floyd only doing it because they are in the ocean and who knows where they did it. I feel like Ortho is glad he doesn't have to experience this problem from them given how insane they are doing it. Ruggie make sense given his environment.

Ortho really told Idia’s bottle-pissing secret to the worst people possible, the entire school knew about it after just 2 minutes lol Normally they would keep a secret to use it as blackmail, but the Tweels found it way too hilarious, and Azul found it way too scandalous to ignore…

Jade and Floyd really are kind of chaotic because of their oceanic background, but Azul really tries to be a proper good land-boy!

I want to make a joke about Savanaclaw boys having interesting habits in general, but I’ll stop myself.

And Ortho, well… he really is glad, he recorded a lot of useful data that day. Unfortunately. 😔

marisunnycest asked:

i love how vil's art style become simpler as he utters shameful, it really describe a deep feeling of i can't believe that guy is a house warden while pissing on bottles

Yessss lol Vil is SO DISAPPOINTED… He really felt powerless for a moment there.

Anonymous asked:

THE SINK?? JADE???

Wink wink

And the best thing? Everyone is going to think that it was Floyd who did it.

Anonymous asked:

I gotta know now....did Silver take after his father's unique bathroom philosophy....are Sebek and Malleus too prim for the shower....

Stay strong, Anon, I’m here, I’m with you.

Unfortunately, it’s very likely that Silver shares his father’s unique bathroom philosophy, as much as a lot of other things in life… He probably used to have an outhouse when he lived in the forest though, but then again, he also had the entire forest. “Remember, Silver, the world is your urinal” – Lilia Mufasa Vanrouge, possibly.

But Silver also doesn’t like it when Lilia pees in bottles. This just doesn’t feel right, so he’ll likely try to discipline his father about this…

Sebek has parents that taught him good manners though, so he would never… admit to it, but he does pee in the shower sometimes. But he’d be super ashamed to admit it.

Malleus doesn’t do it in the shower, and he is aware of Lilia’s philosophy. Just another Lilia-related thing for him to sigh about…

Anonymous asked:

The toilet/shower/(sink?!) comic is a lot haha! But now I wonder if Kalim uses the toilet, the shower or Jamil-? (Forgive me Jamil for making your life more miserable in my head)

I’m sorry, Anon! But also, thanks, I’m happy! lol

I see what you did there, and I wink back at you because yes, Jamil is a very nice alternative indeed. I’m not even sure if this is a kinky scenario or a completely cursed one… either could work terrifyingly well with these two lol

To answer your question, Kalim, surprisingly, uses the toilet. He doesn’t think twice about these things, this is just what he is used to! He is also a little bit squeamish sometimes at very random moments.

But then again, he has his own golden urinal in his dorm, of course he’s going to use it.

I actually drew Kalim-Jamil comic about this exact topic today…

Anonymous asked:

This question keeps haunting me ever since I saw your latest comic so here we go: where the heck does Lilia pee? (somehow I'm both curious and scared of the answer lol)

Anywhere and everywhere he finds convenient, Anon~ We’ll never know the full list, and this is truly for the best.

But he does share Idia’s habit of pissing in bottles and cans when he’s too busy or lazy. And if you try to address that, he’ll just say that he is used to way worse and that kids these days are way too precious about these things.

One person in our twitter comments also hinted that Lilia uses Idia and... yes

Anonymous asked:

real talk though, "sink" is such a valid answer. hear me out

I knew it. I knew we would find at least one person who would use a sink lol

Well, sink is just a very tall bidet… in a way… if you squint…

#replies

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