#otherwise I'd have chosen a different color

[rt8815]

The waistcoat I knitted clashes wonderfully with the rest of my boy clothes 😂

#i had already started knitting it before i got the breeches #otherwise I'd have chosen a different color #knit #knitting #knitwear #historical knitting #historical clothing #living history #living history museum

[ilaosi]

weird question, but since ur a zombie I need some help!

okay, so I'm writing about zombies and such and the actual physical symptoms of zombism are like vague. super vague.

I was wondering what your experience was?

idk wikipedia and all them are uselessssss, and I thought asking a zombie would just be easier than going and looking for 16th century whatevers.

so, if you don't mind what was it like? what sorts of symptoms did you have?

anyway thank you for reading your awesome!!!

omg hi im a bit late but this ask makes me so happy i love talking abt this stuff !!! :D i'd like to preface by saying i experience my kintypes in a way that sounds a lot like a past life but i don't consider that to be the case, i believe my memories are from some version of me in other universes/realities.

soo my response might not be the most helpful because i don't think i experience zombism in the way most ppl think of it? i wasn't infected or anything, i died a (somewhat) natural death & the next thing i knew i was kind of unknowingly digging myself out of my grave. i don't know how or why i was resurrected, if someone else did it, if i did it myself, if it was some kind of divine intervention, no clue. in the world i remember, zombies were a known phenomenon that hadn't yet been explained by science.

living people reacted to us in a lot of different ways, some kind of worshiped us and treated us like we were chosen by the gods or otherwise special, but most just thought it was weird/gross and tried to avoid us. a few ppl wanted to get rid of us because it was "unnatural and contagious" (it couldn't actually be transmitted like a disease, in my world at least), there was even a group of ppl who denied our existence entirely. it was also pretty common for medical students to (consensually, most of the time) practice their skills on zombies, kind of like they do in this world with corpses, but we were more convenient because it was really hard to kill us and we didn't really experience much pain, plus we could heal (to an extent), and we were pretty much immune to infection & other complications/side effects. i think it was also a way of gathering information for research since there wasn't much known about us or how/why we existed.

as for the symptoms & what it felt like - i remember when i first crawled out of the dirt the main thing i noticed was that my body was completely still. my heart didn't beat, the blood didn't flow in my veins, i didn't particularly feel the need to breathe or blink. i was just as disabled in that world as i am in this one, but after i died some of my disabilities didn't really affect me anymore. i wasn't in horrible pain in the way i usually am, i just felt like all of my skin was slightly bruised and there was a dull ache all over my body but it was easy to ignore, and my bones felt,, empty? my brainfog/dissociation got a lot worse though. all of my senses felt much more dull but i definitely still had them. it took more pressure for me to feel things touching my skin, my vision was cloudy and less colorful, i couldn't really smell or taste most things other than meat, blood, decay, dirt, mildew, etc. other smells/tastes would have to be really strong/intense for me to pick up on it at all. i was dead for about 3? days before i emerged, and i was buried in winter, so decomposition hadn't totally taken over yet. i did continue to decompose after that, but eventually i figured out that keeping myself fed (primarily with non-human brain matter & insects) would stop that process and sometimes even reverse the effects of it to an extent. if i went too long without feeding or if i fed on the wrong things too often i would feel really sick and my skin would get even more flaky. sometimes huge chunks of skin or even small body parts would fall off, but they could be successfully reattached by any doctor who was willing to work with zombies.

visually/appearance wise - i was more pale and my skin had a kind of light-grey-green-ish tint to it. the parts of me that fell off and had to be reattached ended up looking more purple-pink-ish for a while, but usually they'd go back to the grey-green color eventually. the whites of my eyes were more blue & my irises were dark grey. my veins were more visible through my skin and they were a lot darker, almost black. my natural hair color is brown and before i died i had my hair dyed black, afterwards the color just never faded and my hair didn't grow anymore so it didn't change much, but the areas where my roots were showing turned grey.

i can't rly think of any other specific things to talk about but if u have more questions or if u want more clarification on something i said here feel free to send another ask!!!

#otherkin #undead kin #undeadkin #zombie kin #zombiekin #zombie #alterhuman #kin memories

[crescentisleart]

🌟I'M OPEN FOR COMMISSIONS!🌟 (Rd1: 9-29/11-29)

Greetings to everyone who is and everyone who isn't. As content as I'd be to reblog things forever, I do draw and I do need things… soooo, drawing instead of ebegging because crushing guilt either way and using my one chosen defining skill to feel useful? To be honest and fair, I just need at least $25-30 to get past instafart's bs, but I could also do so much more if my chronically ill butt just… tried? I have self-trust issues, don't @ me… Also, I'm not starving; I need sundries. 🤷🏾

✅ will draw: fanart, ocs, nudity, light gore, suggestive/light n-s-f-w. Furry, animals, therian, toon, and light kink all welcome

⛔ probably won't draw: heavy gore and n-s-f-w, mecha (not because I don't like it, I just doubt my skills in it. Ask at your own risk, I guess…)

🌟PRICES🌟

🌟NOTES🌟

The color type is the base price, the size adds as advertised

Detailed backgrounds, extra characters, and/or designs will cost extra; about +10-15 each depending on my spoons at the moment.

One-page comics are... doable, but not a thing I plan to do often, at BnW or Full Color price + $40. Comics are hard, even short ones.

One of observant mind will notice that one of the examples is traditional. DO please specify if you'd prefer traditional or digital. If not, I'm gonna randomly do one, the other, or a mixture (It's the same effort for me, either way.)

There will be times where I will NOT be able to sit up and work. I will either edit this message, or make another one with said announcement on it and pin it. An then subsequently edit or make another message again to announce that I'm well again. So goes the conditions of having a corporal body; sometimes you get stuck with a shitty one.

I plan on taking breaks. They will be announced similarly. Because breaks are good for you.

The ability to say 'no' is always at my discretion. I'm willing to try things; I am NOT willing to be uncomfortable.

I have more examples if you're curious, just nothing recent or that I personally feel represents me as an artist at the moment... It's complicated...

Reading is hard, so I made the different bullet points different colors. Um... yw?

🌟CHECKLIST🌟

Email me at angelicdirt0 (at) gmail.com. Say hi, say hey, and include "commission" somewhere in your subject line, please! OR dm me if you need to ask something real quick - but full requests with references, descriptions etc. should be exchanged via email. :v

Please include:

What type of commission you'd like - b&w/color, portrait/half body/full body, how many characters, etc. references of the character(s) - if you don't have an image of them drawn out in their entirety, please provide picture references of all their parts (hair, face, clothes, colors, etc.)... You have a reference sheet? Even better!

What you want to see - what pose do you want your character(s) to be in? what expressions? what is the vibe you want conveyed? is there something you want to focus on in particular (e.g. a character's ring, a scar, a limb, etc.)

Are you okay with your commission being public? - you will get a higher-res, un-watermarked version of your commission and the project files (Krita, FireAlpaca, or GIMP... I tend to jump around). I do intend to put lower-res, watermarked versions of my commissions up on my blog / portfolio, so please let me know if you would like it to be a private commission.

You'll receive a reply within 3-4 days, at which point we can talk a little bit more about your commission if needed!

Full payment will be required upfront through a P@yp@l or c@sh@pp. The invoice will be sent to the email you used unless specified otherwise.

Thank you so much for the look, and hope to talk to you soon! <3

#commission #commissions #art commisions #art commissions open #ebeg #ebegging #ebegging but not #this takes off I might throw in animations well...

[sleepyowlwrites]

Hey, Sleepy-friend~! Stopping in to say hi and drop off a basket of apples for you.

I'd love to hear about your favorite kinds of characters to create and write. What draws you to them? What about them holds your interest? Does it vary depending on your mood?

Hello beautiful, thank you for the apples

My favorite kinds of characters have a wide range of characteristics, but the most common traits appear to be:

an obvious dichotomy of strength and vulnerability - every person has their strengths and weaknesses, but my faves usually have the kind that play off of each other, like how Jet hates to expose his emotions but he's actually really empathetic when he allows himself to be

a funny little hero complex - not that they have to be The Chosen One or want to be, but that they see people around them that need saving or helping and, often despite reservations, feel oddly obligated to provide help, regardless of their ability

introspective thoughts - whatever color or dimensions they have, the thoughts showcase much more than what the characters say out loud

selective observance - they notice things about the people they care about but remain oblivious to other factors that others in the story easily observe

heavy-hitters - not physically, necessarily, but each of my faves has an action or a skill they do really well that positively helps other characters and furthers their development

somewhat self-destructive - for a variety of reasons and in a variety of ways, but they also have some misconception about themselves that leads to certain reckless decisions that (obviously) negatively affect their arcs and the other characters

a great capacity for selflessness - sometimes too much so, to the point where it turns into self-destruction, or otherwise leaves them vulnerable in ways they'd never allow usually

a great deal of determination - can swing wildly from positive to negative depending on how they're using it

You can probably already think of a few characters that fit these points. I love the ones that don't, also. Savannah doesn't have a hero complex, nor is she self-destructive. She spends considerably less time in her head because she feels everything out loud. But I love her for that, for the traits that make her who she is and for NOT being a cluster of my most favorite traits. She loves to be active, for goodness' sake! She loves swimming!

Jessalyn doesn't really fit these points either, despite being one of the three main characters of Magick Story and yes, most of my main protagonists tend to fit these categories. I love Jessalyn, though. She's different from my norm and that's delightful.

I have noticed that I typically give these traits to my boys, but it was never on purpose. As I grew them out, they sprouted my favorite characteristics because it suited their arcs as I wanted them to appear in the story. My girls that have them are:

Rune (city story)

Bell (youth story)

Erin (summon story)

Ree (anxiety story)

Kena (rain story)

My moods do influence who I want to be writing, but not the traits or arcs I enjoy the most. Those have settled and are apparently here to stay, seeing as they haven't budged in 6 years.

Here, I pressed some of the apples, so take a bottle of cider with you when you leave.

Love you!

#sleepy answers #writing asks #ren rill ren friend #oc asks

[vault-heck]

oc interview tag

I was tagged by @twosides--samecoin . Thank you!!

tagging @bluepriestess and @bexatomarama . No presh <3

For context: I'm going to say this interview was held after chapter 16 but before chapter 20 of What God Doesn't Give You.

Name?

"Noah O'Neill."

Are you single?

He sighs. "Yeah.."

Are you happy?

"Honestly? There are plenty of things weighing on me, but I'm happier than I've ever been before."

Are you angry?

"I have what I consider to be a healthy level of anger about the state of the world. I try to channel it into something useful."

Are your parents still married?

"They were when they died."

Birth place?

"Houston Methodist Hospital, Houston TX."

Hair color?

"You'll have to imagine the blandest brown possible because I really prefer to keep it shaved."

Eye color?

"Brown. Light-ish brown, I guess."

Birthday?

"Technically it's August 15, but I prefer to celebrate the day I left vault 111 after cryostasis. October 23."

Mood?

He rolls his lips together. "I've got a lot on my mind. Could use a cigarette."

Gender?

"Man. My pronouns are he/him."

Summer or winter?

"I guess if I had to choose, I'd pick summer. Spring is my favorite season, though."

Morning or afternoon?

"I'm an early riser, and I love the serenity of early mornings."

=EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE=

Are you in love?

"Yes." His eyes grow dull.

Do you believe in love at first sight?

"I don't think I do."

Who ended your last relationship?

"A merc named Kellogg, but it really should have been me."

Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

He wrinkles his eyebrows at the ceiling and considers this for a moment.

"Not in the way you might think."

Are you afraid of commitments?

"Nah. I am afraid of committing to something-- romantic or otherwise-- and falling short, I suppose. Who isn't?"

Have you hugged someone within the last week?

"Dogmeat. And a couple of friends."

Have you ever had a secret admirer?

He barks a quick laugh. "I seriously doubt it."

Have you ever broken your own heart?

"I have, for decades on end. I didn't even realize what I was doing to myself until later."

=SIX CHOICES=

Love or lust?

"I know I'm supposed to choose love here," he grins. "I suppose I would if I have to choose between the two. Don't tell my dick."

Lemonade or iced tea?

"Please, I'm from South Texas. Sweet tea all the way, baby."

Cats or dogs?

"Dogs! I mean, cats are fine. I'm a dog person, though."

A few best friends or many regular friends?

"That's a tough one. I enjoy meeting new people and having a large friend group, but I wouldn't trade my close circle of best friends for anything."

Wild night out or romantic night in?

"I'm an absolute sucker for a romantic night in."

Day or night?

"I feel like each is good for different things. Early morning is my favorite time of day."

=FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS=

Been caught sneaking out?

"Define 'sneaking out.'"

Fallen down/up the stairs?

He thinks. "I've tripped before but I don't think I actually fell."

Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt?

"Often. And... currently."

Wanted to disappear?

"Often."

=FOUR PREFERENCES=

Smile or eyes?

"Eyes. They're the most important part of someone's smile, anyway."

Shorter or taller?

"A lot of people are taller than me, and that's fine." His stare drifts to something invisible, maybe picturing something an inch or two above his natural eye level.

Intelligence or attraction?

"Intelligence, I suppose. I don't know, I'm typically not attracted to people I have strong disagreements with."

Hook-up or relationship?

"I'm not against hook-ups, but I think what I really want is a relationship." He rolls his eyes. "Not like I've got people lining up for either."

=FAMILY=

Do you and your family get along?

"Chosen? Yeah."

Would you say you have a “messed up life”?

"Yeah, but again... it used to be way worse."

Have you ever run away from home?

"I thought about it, but no."

Have you ever gotten kicked out?

"Not permanently." He grimaces.

=FRIENDS=

Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

"MacCready and I give each other a hard time, and have our differences, but that's no secret."

Do you consider all of your friends good friends?

"Pretty much."

Who is your best friend?

"Piper Wright." A ghost of a smile is on his lips. "Preston Garvey too, in a way."

Who knows everything about you?

"I mean, God." His eyes focus on something far away, and he tilts his head by less than an inch.

"Maybe Preston."

#tag game #oc interview #my ocs #noah o'neill #what god doesn't give you #my fics

[whyzzcrackuh]

Visualize. The first step..Or at least "A step" towards a new direction:

Rumor and logistics have convinced and perhaps guided me here..

I know I am "different"...

My story is something I believe will help me through trauma by helping others, and, maybe, achieve a life I want and visualize for myself! One less painful, and more productive! I have a vision, a dream and a journey that I believe is far from over! Honestly, It's as if I've been reborn! I have doubts I am even alive, lol. Because a year ago, Death was so close to my existence I could see him around every corner. Now, I believe With the help from others to guide me in directions with ideas and inspiration information and feedback, This can and will in turn me someone who helps others and someone to be proud of! I got a spark inside me! Without the correct knowledge on a way to ignite this fire,though, I won't ever know my purpose. I need the guidance and support and if my gut is right, I know I will get the life I want! Then I can return benevolence the way I KNOW Is what I'm here for! But I know I can't do it alone! honestly, WHO CAN EVER SUCCEED with true purpose completely alone!? .... no one! That's why life hasn't been easy at all. I was alone. Here is a story 100% true, and though I fear speaking it....and reliving moments that I fear most... I'm being directed by something much bigger to allow the world to know who I am. The truth shall set me free! Perhaps, I am no one of importance at all. There is ALWAYS that ONE chance however, most people, regret not taking. With all the risks throughout my journey that should've killed me!

I stand here alive and able to tell! Some of the most famous and inspirational influential people in history, all became important and valuable messages resided for us through their story...

Here is mine..

"I wish, I will, I manifest this tale, of truth and honesty to be the gift that helps me through and leads to success since the spirits promised me, The knowledge I have and the pain inflicted was only for the guidance of other lost and I was gifted, a blessing and curse to let others see, through all the pain and sorrows' darkness, I held a light that could set them free! I've chosen to speak, No selfish intent I will succeed, this is not just only for me, Once you understand I promise my future is We, come forth and read, this is destiny ! Mote it be! " My name is Rebel for the last 5 years. by birth I am Keli Walls.

Let me ask you, the memories in your life, as far back as the very first one, what is your very first memory being alive ? How old were you? Do you recall the sounds, the colors? The smells?

Who was there? Were you happy? What emotion were you feeling? I'd love to hear your stories!! I wonder often if it is only myself who knows what it feels like to recall only days after birth, most people say around age 5 and older. Some don't even remember much. I'm wondering if mine is but a dream, yet I asked my mother and her reaction said otherwise. Trusting her is not something I can say I do though.

Please leave a message or comment about your own memories!

I recall some very few days after birth (from what I have heard was when this event occurred) awakening, opening my eyes for what seemed to me as the first time, being inside a bubble! Throughout the years of experiencing life The bubble was an incubator inside the hospital. Of course, I am able to explain with knowledge what I was experiencing, at the time I recall the feeling of confusion without knowing what confusion even was. A since of unknown and unfamiliar surroundings. The white reflection of lab coats appearing through the bubble , the smell of air and alcohol fumes from sterilization of hospitals chemicals. Seeing my father peer into the bubble briefly, only knowing a familiar awareness and sound of his voice. Once the pressure released around me, my memory supresses and I recall a memory five years later I'm told. At a river, sunny and warm. Being told my sister is being baptized!! After her dunking, and everyone is no longer focused on the kids swimming, My two sisters encourage me to join them in the water! Taking my clothes off and leaving me nude and exposed to the sun. They called to me alongside their other friends , to the middle of the moving river. I began to excitedly move quickly toward them! As they splash and giggle Ensuring me I am ok to join them! I suddenly go under water unable to touch the ground and be above water breathing! Panicking and frantically wiggling in confusion, my body quits being able to move and my eyes begin seeing the bright warm light I assumed was the sun , from cold to warm and a sudden sensation of chill, as I am pulled from the water by my mother! As I gasp for air I see my sisters each with a crooked smile of disappointment and unaffected by the scolding disappointment and known troublesome, obviously mother very upset! Playing stupid it seemed. The beginning of many evil plots against me. I understand mom left them for years and had me during that time! Revenge and jealousy overtook them. I know in my heart they wanted me dead that day. Every ounce of my being KNOWS the truth. They never liked me. 33 years later they refuse to even acknowledge if I'm dead or alive! I've reached out many times! Begging for forgiveness and for them to be real sisters to me like they are each other! But nope. I made mistakes unforgivable I guess! They are always there for themselves and only speak bad of my habits and life and hate our mom, I don't speak to her either! She is evil. I hate who I was. If I had one person of family who gave me a chance, I probably wouldn't have ended up near the person I was! I had no one. From 15 years old. I raised me. Why the hell shouldn't I have made every wrong choice? No 15 year old has any idea of responsibility and right decisions! I never had a chance. I pray I am now on a better path. Relearning how to live better than I have. I'm beyond an adult and embarrassed of what I became! Anyways....*sigh

During my 33 years of life, Goals and positive thoughts are only fictional beliefs in what has seemed to be a life long dream! Sure, I honestly have thought MANY times before that my ideas and aspirations were easily obtainable! I would put out a little effort, search around for any assistance or advice, only to hear my own souls' broken pieces echo into the distance. My first years of life, despite the unknowing situations of attempted murder I was too young to fully comprehend at the time. My life was full of memories where I recall what love and happiness actually felt like! Places of warmth, welcoming embrace and family was just as if it were a movie. Parents and grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins and other relatives added in along the way. Holidays were always filled with joy and belief that life was not ever going to steer into a direction of darkness. The little girl from childhood believed her family would always be there! She believed she was loved, No matter what mistakes one made, Family has unconditional love and is to teach one who makes a mistake a correct way, allowing me to understand why the situation was "bad" or not the right way! Once my parents went separate ways, I guess you could say that was my first hard hitting reality check! My first honest bit of pure heart break and true heart ache! During the final days of my childhood comfort, where my family was still whole, slowly, the reoccurring mental domestic abuse between my parents was creating a whirlwind of emotions inside my heart that I didn't even know existed! I recall sitting atop the dryer or washer to drown out the screaming match! Sitting so still, neither Mom or Dad knew I was there. Hearing my name being thrown into their chaos, I began to blame myself for their developed hatred for one another! My Dad always knew the right way to comfort me. Leaving our conversations open ended and viewing neither parent as the enemy! ......

but, my mother however, installed a type of fear and downloaded a file inside my soul that will forever be triggered in situations I am still attempting to figure out. She engraved a sinister habit that at the time was forced. Her and I were alone and she would tell me how bad my father is, how much he is a liar. He could never love me the way she does! And I am going to have a time soon where I must chose where I want to be when they get their own places! she would promise me, she wouldn't tell him anything I let her know. She said I didn't need to hate him, but I would be lied to and left behind or with some other person while he went with my uncle to work, but she would say work in a way that was snide, expressing work was in fact fishing and drinking to cry to his mommy. But we can't tell him we know the truth about where he goes! Or else he never will learn what punishment is coming for him! Because it's wrong to lie to us right? She'd say. Truth is, my mother terrified me! But when I was sick, she knew how to comfort me. She would let me sneak into their room and sleep, meanwhile my dad would catch me and be very angry! The leverage my mother used to turn my brain into a slow developed monster.

... I am curious if anyone made it this far? If so... would you continue reading? Is this a story that catches your attention? I need feed back good or bad! This is a rough draft of history in the making. I hope. Blessings to my readers.

#first post #rough draft #my story #hard life #true story #lostsoul #feedback #spilled thoughts

[alleycat-arcade]

Game Finish! The Seven Lords: Rashōmon

Anonymous asked: Oh my god, I LOVED how you wrote an MC with Atsushis ability and was wondering if you could do an Akutagawa like MC? Or maybe a Dazai MC as I've always wondered how they'd handle someone like either of them considering there depth as characters and they were my absolute favorites. Aku deserved better-

Hmph, you're sure that machine still hasn't bitten you? .... N-nevermind, don't worry about it.

The Mafia's Hellhound. (Part 3) (Obey Me! Dateables x Akutagawa Ryūnosuke(BSD)-like!Gn!Mc/Reader, Platonic! Luke + Akutagawa Ryūnosuke(BSD)-like!Gn!Mc/Reader)

Content Warnings: Since this character is from the same series as Atsushi Nakajima, I'm gonna put the same first bit of warning here. Bungou Stray Dogs is a series that contains characters based on real life authors, with each individual character having an ability based on a book by their namesake author. There is also a character in the series who is Sui///cidal and it is somewhat treated more light-hearted than how it is usually treated in media, and though it is explained later as to why I don't recommend anyone who is put off or upset by that type of content to watch it. Akutagawa is not this character, but this character does have a heavy impact on him. To those who are interested in the original concept as a whole, I'd definitely recommend watching up to Episode 3 first since that is the first appearance of Aku in the anime. This will have light spoilers for Seasons 1-3 as well throughout, so if you do end up really liking the anime and don't want the slightest bit of spoilers you should finish it first. The majority of spoilers lie in Aku's overall personality, but if you've seen Bungou Stray Dogs: Wan! it is not too dissimilar. There will be mentions of blood and general violence, as well as spoilers for Chapter 16-20 of Obey Me. Don't blame me, blame Belphie. And again, there will be angst. Not just because angst is my chicken soup for the soul, but that this character is very angsty. It is much tamer on Luke's part though.

(While a good chunk of the Side Character's Development lie in Seasons 2 and 3 for now, I've chosen to keep this particular set of headcanons secluded to MC's first semester in the Devildom. There may be slight nods towards the following seasons, but that would need to be a seperate request.(Especially since I'd need to figure out how to play around with the timeline to keep Aku!MC from doing certain things relating to a certain arc.)

(Takes place in between the Cannibalism Arc and Kamui Revelation Arc, which I assume Wan! is also set in. I went with this specific version of Aku because it's where the anime has left off at, and I personally believe anime watchers are more widespread than manga readers most of the time. I'll be doing my best not to accidentally water down his personality though, as even at that point in the story Aku still has quite the inferiority complex, violent tendencies, and other such issues.)

(Not writing the entire intro still 'cause that would be way too long. You can find the intro in Part 1, and Part 2 is the continuation with the Younger Demon Brothers.)

(Please note that since I don't have too many colors to work with, characters do share colors based off their glow sticks. The difference is that the Demon Brothers speak like this, and the side characters speak like this when in the same conversations as the Demon Brothers. Otherwise they just speak like this. Still working on stuff for the new three, since they don't have any set colors, so they might change off and on.)

⚝──⭒─⭑─⭒──⚝

Diavolo:

"My! You're quite the curious case of a human, aren't you? What wonderful little tendrils you have there! They very much remind me of the thorny vines of the Black and Blue Butterfly Weed." :)

If Barbatos hadn't already turned down the idea in a conversation prior to your summoning, he might've just brought you to his place instead of making you stay with the Brothers. But honestly, could you blame him for wanting to talk to you more and learn more about you? Diavolo is ever the curious type in regards to the cultures and aspects of the residents of the other two realms. Not only to satisfy his own interests but for the betterment of relationships between the Three Realms as well. So, when a human with such unique capabilities and a heavily checkered past had been selected by Lucifer, Dia was incredibly eager to get to know them.

While Diavolo may have quite the cheery and somewhat carefree demeanor at times, he's far more intelligent than he usually let's on. He has tracked down all obtainable knowledge there is to find about you in the Human World, such as your criminal record, affiliations, family tree, known documentations on your ability, and other such things. Diavolo had actually known the majority of these facts about you prior to your selection as well, but made sure to thoroughly scour any and all documents out there in the Human World for as much information after Lucifer had chosen you as the second Human Exchange Student. With all that in mind, despite your checkered and spotted past Diavolo still chose to go through with Lucifer's primary decision. As for why? Only him and Barbatos, (and everyone who's played up to Chapter 16), know.

Though your typical demeanor may be described as rough at best and cold at it's worst, Dia really doesn't pay any mind to it. He wouldn't blatantly admit it in the presence of the Eldest Brother, but you remind him of Lucifer in a way and he treats you as such. Albeit with an appropriate amount of distance between the two of you. Sure, he ultimately desires to unite the Three Realms and have peace, but there's no harm in keeping up some walls and not telling you more than you need to know. Dia's known Luci for far longer and he's not quite prepared to fully trust you in the same way, even if you do act somewhat similar.

Considering the situation of your residency, he doesn't often have the chance to monitor your well-being and progress with the Brothers outside of updates from Lucifer, idle chatter, or Student Council Meetings. To most others who would've overseen a program such as this one, this slow and steady stream of information would have been enough for them. But Lord Diavolo was a demon very much unlike most others, and as such went out of his way to get to know you whenever the opportunity presented itself.

Most of the time you were invited to outings with the Demon Prince or to his castle alongside at least one of the Demon Brothers, but it had become an increasing phenomena that you would be invited to spend time with him alone. You had been assured time and time again that Diavolo possessed no ill will towards you nor intent to cause harm, but for quite a bit these moments alone with him unnerved you. The way you had seen him in these moments was uncanny to that of the Mafia Boss you served under, and you couldn't help but squirm in your seat and await harm. Both himself and Barbatos picked up on this, and easily put two and two together based on their collected records of the Port Mafia. Dia did not relent with inviting you over though, choosing to persevere and gain your trust as you also grew closer to the Demon Brothers. To his credit he does slowly weave his way into your heart, while also failing to notice the way you'd begun to worm your way into his own. Once you've finally given Diavolo some leeway and allowed him some sort of entrance into your life, he's fully intent on staying in that position. With the comparison of your Boss buried away, now all you can really compare him to is an excitable puppy.(To your dismay.)

Returning to the fact he does have a very baseline understanding of your past and your abilities thanks to those public records of yours, Diavolo is ever so eager to fully understand you and brings up those topics often in your short meetings together should you be comfortable enough to discuss it with him. There's a constant glimmer of intrigue in his eyes whenever you choose to use Rashōmon in front of him. It doesn't matter if you're intentionally trying to show off or if you're just using it's tendrils to perform a mundane task, Dia is deeply invested on seeing your ability in action. Many a drape or tea set has been lost to the gaping maw of Rashōmon: Agito, to the dismay of a certain butler respectfully at standby outside of the Prince's office. Diavolo has trouble truly relating to the plights imposed upon you by your separation from your sibling in the same way that the Demon Brothers can, but he bears enough empathy to understand why such a thing effects you in that way and never fails to extend words of comfort in your direction as needed.

Your position as a decently high ranking member of the Port Mafia doesn't truly effect his perception of you or your species either, both since he'd known about this fact prior and he'd now gotten to know you more than just the surface level amount that he could gleam from Human World records about you. If anything, having someone like you was more beneficial to the Exchange Program than it may have seemed at a first glance. Though the media and most of the world may have seen you as a cruel murderer and self-branded mafia dog, Diavolo had slowly come to know the true version of you the lied underneath your sharp, cold exterior. Humans are certainly fascinating... No wonder the Brothers are so fond of you.

Back on the topic of the Brothers, and one brother in particular, Diavolo is quite well aware of the circumstances he was sending you into when sending you back into the past. He may have had some reservations about quite literally sending you to your demise, but Dia trusted Barbatos' abilities. Knowing that you had lain dead at the foot of the stairs just a few moments prior was slightly unnerving to him, yet he was more so thankful that he didn't have to bear witness to the scene itself and that he could simply swoop in at the end and tie up any loose ends.

Hmm? What's that MC? Dia seems to be inviting you over an awful lot more than usual lately? Nonsense, nonsense. It's perfectly normal for him to invite you out every other day, with the occasional surprise slumber party. You are his favorite Human Exchange Student after all! Just don't tell Solomon. All jokes aside though, Diavolo does start showing a bit more interest in your wellbeing that he already had after everything that went down with Belphie. He's even extended the offer to let you stay at the castle many a time should you ever feel unsafe in the presence of the Avatar of Sloth, although he is fairly certain that Belphegor will bring you no harm. (Also hooks you up with the best psychologists and psychiatrists he can find, both for your past trauma and your brand new limited edition trauma.)

Sending you back home at the end of RAD's semester is a rather difficult subject for him. Dia shares the same worries concerning what may happen to you after your return to the Human World as the Brothers do, and he can't help but get caught up on the thoughts of worst cause scenarios. You spent so much time and effort to contribute so much to his Exchange Program, only to be sent back to incarceration, demise, or worse? And yet, he's the Demon Prince and soon to be Demon King. He's more than aware of the consequences of tampering with a human's lifespan, a crime in the Celestial Realm, and the effect that prolonged exposure to the Devildom has on humans. Putting aside his sense of companionship, Dia needs to sit down and have a long hard think. Most likely, he'll have Barbatos look ahead into your future to see if it's truly safe to send you back and find some way to keep Team "If Mc goes, so do I" in the Devildom. This is a very delicate matter, one that could perhaps even change the fate of the Three Realms as a whole due to your unique bloodline.

Barbatos:

Similar to his Lord, Barbatos is equally intrigued by you. Not particularly intrigued enough to let Diavolo move you into the Castle instead of the House of Lamentation, but at least somewhat more interested in you than he would usually be. Both him and Dia have done a bit of info-gathering and timeline inspecting prior to your arrival, but since he'd been requested to not look into your future unless asked after that Barbatos would need to actively seek you out should he desire to get to know anything more about you.

As it seemed to be good information to remember, Barbatos made it a point to give himself a decent amount of memory of your files. This includes but is not particularly limited to; the variations of your ability, the pure destructive capabilities of said ability, your past, your family tree, and records regarding your time in the Port Mafia. None of these factors startled or frightened him as it would most humans though, as he'd know quite a few demons in his time that had done far worse things with very little reasoning behind them. Nevertheless, Barbatos still needed to take these factors into account when certain matters involved you, such as your reckless streak of fights at RAD or your occasional visit to the Castle. No need to spend extra money on new antique furniture, décor, or bandages unless absolutely necessary after all.

Given his position and duties as Lord Diavolo's personal butler, this left himself with very little free time in general. Let alone free time that he'd wished to spend getting to know you and not winding down after a hard day's work. It's not that he didn't want to form some sort of bond outside of a baseline acquaintanceship with you, rather he found interactions to be particularly exhausting and draining after serving Dia all day long. So, the only true opportunities Barbatos has to get to know you are made up of chance run-ins and interactions. Or at least in the beginning it is.

Often you'd occasionally run into Barb in the halls of RAD and exchange a brief few words, but if you happened to not be in the company of any of the Demon Brothers and just so conveniently got a couple of scuffs and bruises from picking fights, Barbatos is quick to sigh and drag you off to an empty classroom. Setting aside whatever he happens to be holding on a nearby desk, Barb makes quick work of inspecting and treating any injuries you might have. All the while gently scolding you for your reckless behavior. These moments are strangely more intimate than any of your minute long chats in the halls or in between servings of tea with Diavolo, and the both of you oddly begin to crave this strange form of company as the Exchange Program continues on. Eventually one of you caves and gives up your little game of school delinquent and caring nurse, choosing instead to actually hang out like normal people do.

When bonding with Barbatos, most of it is done through the enjoyment of each other's company with bits of conversation sprinkled in. You're aware of just how little free time the loyal butler has, so it makes it all the more special when he invites you over for tea or out shopping with him. A decent chunk of your conversations consist of your day to day life rather than your past, but that doesn't mean Barb would bring it up from time to time should it be relevant to the current topic. Barbatos also uses your little personal meetings to introduce you to some new methods that might help you get a handle on your temper or adjust easier to your life in the Devildom. It becomes fairly commonplace that you end up returning to HOL with an armful of calming teas, sweets, advice notes, and lists after meeting him, so much so that you've just started bringing a reusable shopping bag with you whenever he invites you over.

Out of all of the Obey Me! cast, Barbatos is the person who asks the least about your ability and it's uses. He knows enough about Rashōmon to have a decent understanding of it and has probably seen it in his visions of different timelines, futures, and pasts. Unless you offer to use it in order to help him complete simple tasks like shopping or housekeeping, he'd prefer you not to use it at all. Diavolo's curiosity has caused the end of many drapes, armchairs, and rugs, and he'd rather not have to find Rashōmon shredding something any time soon. Plus Barb does become distressed quite a bit when he sees you coughing up blood from overuse, even if his face doesn't really show it at the time. If you desire to have a space to practice your ability, you're welcome to use it on any rats you find in the Castle though. He'd much prefer feeding them to the little creature that forms itself from your clothing, that pretty much disintegrates them, than deal with the mess left behind.

Barbatos also isn't off-put by the nature of your past. Like his Prince, Barb has met plenty of creatures throughout the Three Realms that have killed far more people for less reasons. If he was being truly honest, he'd consider your actions Child's Play in comparison to certain individual's he's met over the years. He'll offer you comfort and solace should you want or need it, but if you're worried about him bearing a distaste for you because of your role in the mafia, there's no reason to. Barb is far more interested in hearing you lovingly talk about your sister or any particular Human World teas that you're fond of anyway.

As previously stated with Diavolo, both him and Barb are well aware of the events following your release from the Attic. However, the image of your corpse is something that haunts his mind, most often in the late hours of the night. He'd jumped through many timelines until eventually arriving in one where you had succeeded in his original plan, but that wasn't without seeing a fair share of your demises. Luckily, years upon years spent shaping himself into the perfect butler allowed him to shove down these suffocating feelings. They do resurface eventually, but Barbatos keeps them hidden behind the door to his bedroom and later yours.

There's an exponential rise in Barb's invitations of companionship following the incident, much to the dismay of the Seven brothers already fighting amongst themselves and the Demon Prince for your attention. Diavolo has crashed a few of your "dates" with Barbatos at times, but for the most part it's just the two of you alone. These little meetings are fairly similar to the ones that had occured before, but they oddly just feel more domestic? Barbatos's gazes just feel softer and warmer, and his touches so, so gentle. He's handled ancient porcelain dishes far rougher than he does you. You've also noticed that Barb takes any chance he can get to subtly caress your face, but he'll dismiss it every time with a barely noticeable blush. You aren't slick Barbatos, we all know why you styled their bangs so they didn't hang in their face and why it took so long to finish.

Barbatos grows more and more apprehensive as the end of the Exchange Program nears. As much as he'd like to keep you in the Devildom for the rest of your days should you desire to stay, it's ultimately Lord Diavolo's choice in the end. He's already preparing to look into your future in the Human World when Dia asks, and fully ready to change timeline occurrences as needed. Just so long as Diavolo says the word. Perhaps if you had a bit more time to bond fully, instead of the sort of puppy love mutual crush relationship you shared, Barb might have considered going against his Prince's wishes a bit more.

Solomon:

Considering how much time this old man immortal sorcerer has spent roaming the Earth, it wouldn't be unreasonable to think that Solomon does have a decent amount of knowledge about those special humans known as "Ability Users". He may not know too much about you and your ability specifically, but he's fairly knowledgeable about the concept and people involved as a whole. There's also a decent chance that Solo knows a couple of the groups run by Ability Users, like The Guild, Port Mafia, and ADA. If asked for a description based on his current level of awareness on the topic, Solomon would best describe Ability Users as magic users who are limited to one singular niche spell. As such, seeing you using an ability doesn't come as too much of a shock to him, unlike certain demons and Angels who'd come to expect the majority of humanity to be magicless and overall defenseless aside from their handmade weapons. Yet, even though he's well aware of others like you, he's still ever so intrigued by you and Rashōmon. Seeing a small tendril pop out of your coat and snatch your D.D.D. back after he'd picked it up for you had been the starting point of his fascination, and it progressively developed more and more over time. Like a sort of Snowball effect.

Since you're both humans who possess some rather inhuman qualities, Solomon decides to use that detail as a starting point to getting you to bond with him. He's not very successful in his advances at first, since the Demon Brothers had yet to even begin to whittle away and the massive emotional walls around your heart. But as you slowly begin to soften up and slightly quell your aggression, Monsolo finds just enough leeway to wriggle his way into your life. Given that you're still slightly iffy about him and make that fact obvious, he starts out his bonding with you very slow and steady. Solo lacks the advantage of sharing a house/dormitory with you like the brothers, so he has to think ahead and plan out the best ways of interacting with you and what topics to bring up or avoid. Lucky for him, it seems that you have a certain knack for getting into trouble, so extending a helping hand your way with his magic is a huge benefit to positively influencing the way that you think about him.

The time the two of you spend together start off small and somewhat insignificant, like a brief chat in the halls of RAD or small talk after a chance run-in, but as your relationship deepens from an acquaintanceship to a friendship, you begin to have actual outings. These range from going to a restaurant or café, to coming over to the Purgatory Hall for some tea or a brief study session. Solomon easily picks up on the fact that your past is a rather sore subject, so he holds off on asking about it until you are in a better place mentally.

A topic he does indulge himself in quite a bit is asking about your ability and just about every detail you are willing to provide about it. If you're up for giving him a demonstration he's rather pleased to watch and take notes, but Solo also easily notices when you are beginning to overuse Rashōmon and will stop you from doing so. After a bit of studying your ability and the ways that you can or choose to use it, should your relationship be at a comfortable enough level, he might offer to give you some advice on how to improve your control and usage Rashōmon based on spells that somewhat resembled certain aspects of your ability. He's quite happy should you take him up on his advice and potentially seek him out for more in the future, but Solo does understand should you also disregard it and choose to develop your ability in your own way with little outside help. Solomon also will offer himself up as a sparring partner if you want to ensure that you're in tip top shape at all times. Both of you are human for the most part, so you have relatively similar endurance levels, and Solomon can replicate a decent handful of abilities held by other ability users you had met.

Once you've reached a stage in your bond together where you are fully comfortable in his presence, he very subtly tries to get you to open up about your past. He backs off rather quick should it make you uncomfortable and waits to bring it up again for a bit, but eventually you give in and open up. When you're speaking about your past he's mostly silent aside from a few nods or hums that let you know that he's listening, all the while rubbing comforting circles into the back of your hand. Most days Solomon chooses to simply let you vent out all of your thoughts and emotions onto him while he calmly reassures and comforts you, but on the occasion he'll instead offer some advice on certain situations and any additional insights that you're comfortable with him adding in.

The fact that you're a decently high-ranking member of a mafia that contained some of the strongest Ability Users in Japan was a bit of a surprise at first, but given the additional details of your past before the Port Mafia and prior personality, the initial shock wears off fairly easily. It certainly would explain why you act so rough around the edges and try so desperately to not depend on anyone but yourself. Yet, Solomon's still not scared off or really even intimidated by this fact. It's reasonable to assume with how long he's been alive the he's at least had one or two run-ins with organized crime groups, and seeing as he's fairly alive and well after those experiences he's not too worried about being curb-stomped by your colleagues should he be caught hanging around you in the Human World. Though, perhaps you shouldn't have been calling yourself a "Mafia Dog" for all these years, since Solomon is now very taken with calling you every known somewhat aggressive dog breed in the book. His favorite in particular is "Akita", since you also happen to be a bit of the stubborn type.

Unlike Diavolo and Barbatos, Solomon and the rest of the members of Purgatory Hall are completely unaware of the incident following Belphegor's release from the Attic. They get a rather brief description that mostly entails just "Belphie was released, met Mc, and changed his views on Humans due to Mc's bloodline", but unless you openly tell Solomon he'd be none the wiser. Sure, he'd suspect something was somewhat off based on the very limited amount of details they were told, but as far as he can see you look to be alright for the most part. Possibly shaken up at times, but not too much out of the ordinary. By the time you've finally sat down and chosen to tell him the truth about that night, you've already had it cleared with Diavolo to be safe to talk about it and pulled him away to a secluded space where Simeon and Luke wouldn't overhear. Solomon doesn't really know how to react at first as you go through explaining the betrayal, your death, and subsequent revival, his hands simply hovering above your forearms while he stares into your eyes, desperately trying to swallow the knot slowly forming in his throat. It's silent for a few minutes once you've finished speaking, before he suddenly engulfs you in a tight hug. Most of what you hear him mutter into the crook of your neck seem to be words of comfort, but on the occasion you catch a poorly muffled sob and slight tremble in his speech.

After the night Solomon tries to pretend that nothing is wrong, mostly as not to alert the rest of Purgatory Hall, but you do notice a sudden spike in him fighting to get your attention from the Brothers. Sometimes you swear that he must've set an alarm for the most optimal times to invite you somewhere before the Brothers even get a chance, which at times gets to the point that they have to invite you out at midnight before Solomon swoops in.

As the end of the Exchange Program nears, Solomon begins to concoct plans on how to best keep you safe upon your return to the Human World. From what he knows it's likely fairly frowned upon for a high ranking mafia member to suddenly disappear and reappear months later unless ordered to, so he'd like to prevent that conflict from imposing itself on you. Honestly, it's quite likely that Solomon would either find you and your sister some place that you could live and lay low, or just simply let you and her live with him. The last option wouldn't be what he'd really prefer since Solomon can get into danger fairly often, but given that you and your sister can handle yourself decently well enough he may be pushed to reconsider. Even more so should it be requested by a certain Prince.

Simeon:

From your first meeting, Simeon can't seem to figure out what to think about you or how to properly approach. You're cold, somewhat bitter, and even aggressive at times, yet he can sense this underlying emotional injuries that you hide away in the deepest recesses of your heart under lock and key. Simeon both wants to exchange a helping hand in your direction and shy away from interacting with you outside of the bare minimum to be polite. With no real proper way to approach you aside from very brief stilted conversations, Simeon only really begins bonding with you after you've begun hanging around Solomon a lot more and become somewhat less hostile.

Deciding it to be the best course of action, Simeon approaches bonding with you in the same way he would with most younger angels that he spent time with. It's a little awkward for both of you at first, as his first couple of interactions in this manner unnerve you ever so slightly, but you grow accustomed to it overtime. Simeon also adapts his approach to better understand you and not potentially belittling you, moving from treating you like an angel in training to the same manner he usually treats Solomon, Diavolo, Barbatos, and the Demon Brothers.

Most of the time you spend with Simeon is spent in the company of the other Purgatory Hall members, but he does on occasion invite you out to do stuff with him alone. While you do enjoy hang out with Solomon and Luke, it's actually rather nice to spend some quality time with him. Most of your excursions aren't too long or too far away, but Simeon does his best to make sure that he picks places to go to that both of you would enjoy. He especially enjoys finding restaurants that serve Black Tapir or going to an escape room that he'd heard of from other students at RAD. But with how nice it is to spend time with Simeon, it's somewhat a frequent occurence that you accidentally get sent the wrong time or place due to his lack of experience in technology. Usually if you notice that the location or time looks weird you would just call him -since who would go to an arcade at 12am or some back alley right after RAD ended- but there has been situations where you waited in Purgatory Hall for a good couple of hours before the actual time Simeon had wanted you to meet him at.

Your ability is something he does find rather interesting, but he won't push you to show it off unless you're comfortable with it. Simeon can't help but inquire about how similar Rashōmon is to the power of the main character, Henry, from his series The Seven Lords, and if you're still fine with using it around him he may try and use you as a frame of reference for writing battle scenes or anything that involves Henry using his power. Often most of his referance material comes from just watching you and Solomon spar, as he is usually present to help with healing magic, but if you aren't opposed to it he'd gladly ask you to show off some of your abilities outside of the battlefield. Rashōmon: Sawarabi is his favorite of your attacks to see in action, but outside of combat he is quite fond of the little jawed creature that is created when you use Rashōmon: Agito to quickly consume something. He's thought a few times before about asking you to use the little creature to help with gardening as it could eat up any waste, but considering the size and destructive capabilities of it he later decided against it.

Simeon really isn't aware of your past unless you tell him, but even after you eventually confess of your position in the Port Mafia he makes no move to belittle you or treat you any different to how he usually would. He struggles to truly explain why, but he reassures you that he doesn't think of you any differently than he had before. Simeon doesn't bring the topic up unless you do, and does try to divert away from it when you show signs of discomfort or nervousness. He'll also offer himself up to you as a source of comfort on days you're feeling particularly homesick or just down, more than happy to reassure you or let you vent to your heart's content. In order to make you as comfortable as he can, Simeon does cast a few spells in the surrounding area that make the atmosphere more calming and soothing. The heavenly scent of fresh flowers takes your mind off the mafia and your parents, instead ushering in fond memories of your sister that you can't help but tell the Angel that is holding you in his arms so tenderly.

You initially put off even discussing anything about the Attic with any of the members of Purgatory Hall outside of the basics, but you can't help but find yourself craving to be comforted by the kind angel. Simeon is very gentle and delicate with the topic before you confide in the greater details with him, sensing that there may be some things that have been intentionally left out, but he doesn't force you to talk until you're ready. Throughout your entire explanation Simeon is doing his best to comfort you through touch alone, not wanting to interrupt your words. His thumbs rub comforting circles into your forearms, only stopping to wipe away any tears or apply a gentle pressure to your shoulder. Simeon pulls you in close once you've finished speaking, with your head resting on his chest as he runs his fingers through your hair. (If you're taller than him he does still have you rest your head on his chest, but he'll have to lay down a bit unless you really want to have a crick in your back tomorrow.) Though hearing of your demise does upset him, he chooses to prioritize your comfort over his own and make sure to do it to the best of his ability.

He's rather transparent when he begins inviting you out to spend time together after your explanation, and the places he takes you to are hand picked by him to be the most comfortable and secluded spaces in the Devildom. The Brothers are certainly jealous when they see you hanging around an Angel, but they can't complain too much on days that you and him spend time baking and bring some food home for them as well. You've noticed that Simeon has developed a sudden habit of resting his hands on the back of your forearms when walking side by side, but if you point it out he does play a rather unconvincing clueless act or tease you ever so slightly. Simeon has also started leaving his ringtone on a higher volume when going to bed just in case you happen to call in the middle of the night and need some words of comfort or just want to talk.

Like everyone else in the Exchange Program, besides Luke, Simeon does worry a good bit about what may happen to you upon returning home to the Human World. While Simeon would be more than happy to extend a hand and allow you and your sister to stay in the Celestial Realm for a bit, he's rather worried about how the other angels would react to your past. He may not judge you too much for your deeds in the mafia since he's gotten to know you as a person, but other angels in much higher positions of power very well may not be so kind. The most he can really do is try to be a comforting presence for you and hope that Diavolo or Solomon can figure something out.

Luke(Platonic):

Similar to Simeon, Luke is quite hesitant to interact with you. Honestly, he had though you were another demon upon meeting you for the first time until you had been introduced as the second Human exchange student, with how much your personality and demeanor replicated many of the stories about demons that he'd heard back in the Celestial Realm. Your ability wasn't also earning yourself any bonus points in his book, seeing as he'd nervously hid behind Simeon when you'd brought out Rashōmon to quickly dispose of the food Solomon had offered you. It's only after your sharp edges have softened up a bit and Simeon begins bonding with you that Luke attempts to approach you.

Luke's manner of approaching you in the beginning is slightly awkward, with him curiously following you around and watching you as you hang out with Simeon. This sort of reminds you a bit of the way a child gets to know one of their parents' or sibling's friends, so you try not too mind it too much. Simeon finds it rather cute at first but over time grows tired of watching Luke jump the second that you glance back at the wall he's peering at you from behind, and eventually just politely forces both of you to bond with one another.

A majority of the time that Luke spends with you is also in the company of Simeon, Solomon, and occasionally Barbatos, but as the two of you grow closer you do find the time to bake alone together or go out to a Devildom attraction that Luke had always wanted to see but not had the courage to ask Simeon to take him to. Most often you and Luke settle on just baking alone together though, as the Demon Brothers do sometimes crash your little outings to parks or Devil's Coast.

Your relationship soon blossoms from a rather forced acquaintanceship into a very sibling-like relationship over the course of your time spent together. Luke sorta reminds you of your sister and yourself when you were much, much younger, and you can't help but feel a little protective over him as he worms his way into a comfortable position in your heart. Though he's likely more powerful than you as well, you don't hesitate to at least try and protect him as much as you can. Luckily, Rashōmon makes a decent threat over most lesser demons that might pick at the young angel, and if all else fails you can subtly flaunt a pact mark or two of yours and threaten anyone messing with Luke to buzz off before you call one of the Seven Avatars of Hell to deal with them instead.

Returning to the topic of Rashōmon, it takes Luke a little bit to warm up to your Ability. In the beginning his take on it is fairly similar to Barbatos, in that he'd rather not see it or have you use it around him. The shadow-like entity puts him on edge in the same manner that demons do, even if you do have full control over it and it is formed from your clothing. But as he slowly sheds his prejudices against demons, Luke also begins to grow more intrigued than frightened by your ability. The times that you usually use Rashōmon around Luke after he's come to terms with it are still rather limited, but most of the time you simply use it to grab things off of high shelves or teasingly lift Luke in the air.

Early on into your friendship with the young angel, you decide not to bring up very much about your past. Telling him that you were a member of a rather infamous mafia would certainly scare him off, and you really didn't want him to know just how much blood stained your hands. You have to be very selective about what you do and don't tell him, as not to let any of the darker details of your past slip through, so Luke has a very limited understanding of your life in the Human World. As far as he's aware, you live alone in the suburbs of a Japanese city with your sister and work a rather physically draining job. It's not the best lie you could come up with, but it worked good enough to keep him from prying into your past or finding out about it before you're ready to tell him.

For similar reasons you also refuse to tell him much of anything about what happened after Belphie was released from the Attic outside of the basic information that had been given to the Purgatory Hall as a whole. You aren't sure how he would take it, and you'd rather not do anything that might smear the name of all demonkind in his mind more than the Celestial Realm already did. It's much nicer to just go out to try some cool new ice cream flavors or bake a cake from one of Barbatos's recipes than make your pseudo-younger brother find out about how you were literally murdered and dead for a good few minutes anyway.

Luke is somewhat confused when he picks up on just how apprehensive just about everyone around him was growing as the Exchange Program drew closer to a close, but chalks it up to the fact that once everyone returned to their respective realms that you'd miss one another. He does make sure to assure you that you will always be welcome to come and stay in the Celestial Realm if you'd like, but that insipid smile you give him when you ruffle his hair is oddly suspicious.

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(There we are, Aku!Mc is all done for now! Unless y'all want the DLC for Season 2 lol. Apologies for my absence as of late, been going through some really rough mental times, but I am much better now!

I am not fully used to writing for the Side characters, Simeon and Luke especially, but I did my best! As always, any input is appreciated! Apologies is I missed any mistakes while editing and do let me know if you see any!

As they've requested, I'll be tagging @rakshamon to let them know about this fic and my upcoming BSD AU! Mc fics. If anyone else would like to be tagged as well, do let me know!)

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I'm curious what you think about the idea of Nesta, Emerie, and Gwyn appropriating the Valkyries? I know that really bothered me when i read ACOSF, that they started calling themselves Valkyries when they don't really know anything about them, and then Gwyn being like "we're their resurgence!" I was like.... But... You're really not, though, you're just using some of their techniques... Yes, you research them, but that doesn't give you license to claim you're one of them.... There was a post floating around about how Feyre wasn't appropriating Illyrians by summoning wings, but these three were appropriating Valkyries. I personally agree with that sentiment, but i was curious, because I hadn't seen anyone else have gripes with that.

Hello!

So I think this is a good question, and I get where you are coming from. Sjm does NOT hesitate to take from other cultures and shove random words into her books for the aesthetic.

In the in-world context of the Valkyries, I'd say no, it's not appropriation. There are a couple of reasons why.

First, as far as I understand it, cultural appropriation is when someone profits from, experiences benefits, or otherwise does not experience the negative aspects of what they are "borrowing". Think about a person of color using slang and being denied promotion, and then a white person does the same thing and is deemed "cool". That's cultural appropriation, and that's why it's wrong. Because a white person gets away with, and sometimes benefits from, things that a person of color get punished for.

The other thing to consider here is that the Valkyries in acosf are intentionally described as not being a race, and in fact were made of "every type of fae".

There wasn't a cohesive "culture" to appropriate from. In our world, the nearest equivalent would be like police officers or soldiers. Those professions are (usually) a choice that people made, that's an identity that can be chosen or discarded, rather than something that other people will judge you for without you having the ability to change it, necessarily.

Valkyrie "culture" consists of a set of values and skills, but it's a choice that people - anyone - can make, that anyone can choose to participate in.

Now, there is another aspect to this, which is sjm's use of the term Valkyrie in the first place. That's where things get fuzzy to me, and I start to cringe a little bit. I don't know enough about their origins or the culture they sprang from, so I am not the person to talk about that. She used the name, but the purpose and function of valkyries is quite different, from what I can tell. Other than the whole "band of female warriors" thing. So... is she somehow benefiting from the use of this idea? I suppose. She didn't need to. But her habit of randomly taking concepts, objects, beliefs, etc. out of the context from which they were created and shaping them to fit her (quite un-diverse) world is questionable, to me. And that's not just about the Valkyries, but about a lot of the references she uses.

#sjm critical #ask #anon #acosf #sarah j maas

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The Sound of the Great Prose Edda

1. Erst was the age when nothing was: nor sand nor sea, nor chilling stream waves; Earth was not found, nor Ether-Heaven, -

A Yawning Gap, but grass was none (Sturluson 16).

What do you see? It is the endless black void, the absence of existence. In the beginning, there was the Yawning Void, otherwise known as the Ginnungagap in Old Norse. The song chosen for the start of the film is light and airy, yet empty as it has no lyrics. Only the sound of synth music and white noise fills your ears as you stare into the nothingness.

White Noiz - Akira Yamaoka

2. Out of the Ice-waves issued venom-drops, waxing until a giant was; Thence all our kindred come all together, -

So it is they are savage forever (Sturluson 18).

The foul race of Rime-Giants are born of venom and ice. Disdained by the gods, they are evil creatures. Now so powerful in their brute strength and numbers, their chaos will soon come to an end. The song chosen for the birth of the giants may sound as if it were from the perspective of the giants themselves as the chorus says, 'You see I cannot be forsaken because I am not the only one. We walk amongst you feeding, must we hide from everyone?' They gloat in their newfound power and use it to wreak havoc.

Forsaken - David Draiman

3. Untold ages ere earth was shapen, then was Bergelmir born; That first I recall -

How the famous wise giant on the deck of the ship was laid down (Sturluson 19).

The sons of the first man Borr slay Ymir the giant. Similar to the following song's title, Ymir's blood drowns the entire race of the Rime-Giants. The flood's only survivor is Begelmir, who boards a boat with his wife and continues the bloodline of the Rime-Giants. However, Ymir's violent death becomes the birth of a new universe. The following song's chorus is 'Bleed me an ocean, let me lie beneath the sky.' Just as Ymir lost his mortal form, his corpse becomes the foundation for the earth and heavens like the song's lyrics: 'I was sexless in clouds again, I was chasing a cold, cold wind. I've become bored with flesh and bone again.'

Bleed Me an Ocean - Acid Bath

4. Of Ymir's flesh, the earth was fashioned, of his sweat the sea; crags of his bones, trees of his hair -

And of his skull the sky (Sturluson 21).

The sons of Borr fashion Ymir's corpse into the earth, his skin into the land, and his skull into the heavens. As evil as the giant was in life, he still serves a purpose for the greater good in death. The earth and sky are now his monument, like in the following lyrics: 'Who felt entitled to hold a place on the earth as a grave for their remains. But no monument for me, please I am not one of them. I didn't need it in life, I won't need it in death. Kiss my ashes goodbye.' This song includes many shifts of tone and speed throughout its 11-minute runtime, from sullen and pessimistic to more hopeful. Ymir's downfall to the creation of the universe has similar tonal shifts.

Kiss My Ashes (Goodbye) - Woods of Ypres

5. How does he govern the course

Of the sun or of the moon? (Sturluson 23)

The children of Mundilfari, Mani and Sol (Moon and Sun) are put into the heavens by the gods. Though they may seem contradicting, they lead the sun and moon across the sky with their chariots. Mani determines the moon's waxing and waning. Sol bestows her warmth on the earth. However, the brother and sister hasten their pace and live in fear of the wolves who vow to seize them one day. On that day, it would mark the beginning of the end, the beginning of Ragnarok. The song chosen for the introduction of Mani and Sol is a tranquil acoustic song with a gentle rhythm that emulates the softness of the sun and moon's light. The artist speaks of the morning sun as a saving grace as well as the anxiety of feeling watched or followed for many years: 'I'd see the light in the shade of the morning sun, my morning sun is the drug that brings me near to the childhood I lost replaced by fear.' There is a darker tonal shift later in the song that parallels the siblings' fear of the wolves and their impending doom: 'That's the price that we all pay, our valued destiny comes to nothing.'

True Faith - Lotte Kestner

6. The moon's taker in troll's likeness. He is filled with flesh of fey men. Reddens the gods' seats with ruddy blood-gouts;

Swart becomes sunshine in summers after (Sturluson 24).

The wolves who prey upon Sol and Mani are Skoll and Hati Hróðvitnisson. Skoll wishes to overpower Sol, and Hati runs after Mani. The wolves were born of an old troll-woman in the forest of Ironwood. The strongest of the wolf race is Moon-Hound, who vows to devour the moon and rain blood upon the heavens. On that day, the sun will lose her light and the roaring winds will be ceaseless. The following song focuses on the predatory pact between the cruel Skoll and Hati as they pursue Sol and Mani until the end of time: 'We fought the daylight, any battle, any war, the call for blood worth dying for. We prayed for twilight, side by side, we stood as pack.'

Where the Wild Wolves Have Gone - Powerwolf

7. The gods made a bridge from heaven and earth

Called Bifröst (Sturluson 24).

There is a bridge that connects heaven and earth called Bifröst. It is made of the strongest material of magical craftsmanship and is multi-colored like a rainbow. However, as seemingly indestructible as the bridge may be, it is destined to be destroyed by the sons of Múspell when they trample Bifröst with their devastating mighty horses. The following song focuses on the bridge's colorful build and the pathway into paradise: 'Take me to the sun, I feel I'm chasing rainbows. Now into your lonely paradise! Are we just dreaming in the city that never sleeps? 'Cause I can't be seeing what my eyes tell me.'

Chasing Rainbows - Bring Me the Horizon

8. What did Allfather then do

When Asgard was made? (Sturluson 25)

Asgard, or Ásgarðr in Old Norse, is the dwelling place of the Norse gods. Allfather allowed the gods to gather and hold counsel there. The town where they dwell is called Ida-field. The house they built is called Gladsheim, and it is entirely made of gold. The house of the goddesses is called Vingólf. In this land, all is made of gold. Here, the gods are seated in their thrones and grant judgement to all. The song chosen for the introduction of the renowned gods is the equally legendary song "Stairway to Heaven," where the lyrics speak of a beautiful place in the heavens where an alluring woman resides, resembling the beauty and light of a goddess. The lyrics say: 'There walks a lady we all know who shines white light and wants to show how everything still turns to gold.'

Stairway to Heaven - Led Zeppelin

9. Then strode all the mighty to the seats of judgement, the gods most holy, and together held counsel -

Who should of dwarves shape the peoples (Sturluson 26).

After establishing their town and council, dwarves begin form underneath the earth like 'maggots in the flesh' (Sturluson 26). The gods decreed that the dwarves will be 'shaped in man's likeness.' From Ymir's flesh, the dwarves were created from maggots of the earth to intelligent humanlike beings. The dwarves now assist and build weapons for the gods, hailed for the brute strength and warrior skills. For the introduction of the mighty dwarves, the song chosen is a heavier rhythm with a faster pace and overpowering guitars and vocals. The following lyrics have to do with the dwarves' perspective of being given new life and owing their lives to the gods that pulled them from the earth as maggots, now in man's image: 'We are the new diabolic, we are the bitter bucolic. If I have to give my life, you can have it, we are the pulse of the maggots!'

Pulse of the Maggots - Slipknot

10. The Ash is greatest of all trees and best:

Its limbs spread out over all the world and stand above heaven (Sturluson 27).

Regarded as 'the holy place of the gods,' the Ash of Yggdrasil is the tree of life (Sturluson 27). Its roots reach different parts of the Nordic universe, such as the land of the Rime-Giants, Niflheim, and Æsir. The Ash is the origin of the universe's wisdom, knowledge, and life force. The following song has a gentle, hopeful tune with a fully orchestrated band and choir-like singing. The lyrics speak of knowing all of the past, present, and future and inner-workings of the world but being unable to change them: 'All the balances are clear. Now that our time is here. In our perfect present tense, through our wide rose tinted lens, when the words have all been spent, will we still have learnt it?'

Season Song - Blue States

11. All know I, Odin, where the eye thou hiddest,

In the wide-renowned well of Mímir (Sturluson 27).

It is fabled that underneath the root that leads to the land of the Rime-Giants is the legendary Mímir's Well. The well and its keeper Mímir hold the universe's wisdom and knowledge. The Norse god Odin craved this wisdom, but it would be given to him not without a sacrifice. He gave up his eye to drink from the well. It is a tale of forbidden wisdom. With all this newfound knowledge, Odin may have felt overwhelmed by this drastic change in his power: 'I watched a change in you. It's like you never had wings. Now, you feel so alive, I've watched you change.'

Change (In the House of Flies) - Deftones

12. He convulses so violently that the whole earth shakes – it is what is known as an earthquake.

He will lie bound there until Ragnarök (Sturluson).

The God of Mischief Loki is taken into a cave and tied underneath a large poisonous serpent for his crimes. The snake drips his venom onto Loki's face, causing the earthquakes whenever he writhes in pain. He will bound to the cave until the beginning of the Norse apocalypse Ragnarök. Ragnarök, or the 'Doom of the Gods' in Old Norse, is a series of battles that take place between demons, gods, and giants. This is the end of reign of the gods and the life of man on earth. Gods will die like mortals and the sky will vanish. With it, the sun and stars will be swallowed by darkness and the earth will plunge into the sea. From this destruction, will come a new age. A new earth will be born from the despair. The day that the wolves Skoll and Hati catch Mani and Sol will mark the beginning of Ragnarök. The blood of the sun and moon will stain the sky and the hungry wolves will rejoice in their killing. The final song that concludes this film is a haunting dark industrial melody with dooming lyrics. As if it were from the perspective of the wolves themselves as threatening towards Mani and Sol: 'You're still up in the air and loving your wings. What's gonna happen when you come down?'

Clown - Switchblade Symphony

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The Truths Found On Petram Viridios IV (3/?)

A/n: this is a long chapter. Hope you guys like it. In this chapter I referenced @hoodoo12 fic Inked

Read Part 1, Part 2

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Chapter 3: Do You?

"Are you having a good time?" he wondered as you were picking at your meal, and drawing faces in it.

"It's been pleasant enough." you admitted; shifting in your seat to sit up properly. "You've certainly made it easy on me."

You appreciated how the time passed so easily with the chemist's want and eagerness for conversation. He was well-spoken, and nothing lacked but whether it was you or your wandering mind, you had the feeling of wanting to go home; to relax on Rick's couch and watch a silly movie, but the night would go on. Intrigued by your earlier statement, V'gha studied you for a moment, not so unlike the way Zeta-7 would. Flexing his thick fingers, and smirking as though he had found the secrets of the universe and not intending on sharing it, he rested his chin on his now clasped hands."Would you care to elaborate?"

"Sure. I believe it's because, despite our differences, you're not so bad. I was worried that you were going to be overly serious, but it's been fun chatting with you."

"Well," he started, "I hope you won't be offended by me saying this, but I thought you were going to be more Neanderthal."

"You know," you giggled. "I get that a lot."

It never occurred to you to expect anything to really happen right now, but through half-lidded eyes, there were flecks of melancholy along with another emotion you couldn't quite detect. It passed quickly as light amusement colored his voice. "Is self-deprecating humor common among your kind? It doesn't matter. You nonetheless contain an intellect that I can only describe as affable. Are all humans this way?"

"I don't know, I can't speak for my kind, but I can speak for myself. I think in my case," You considered with seriousness, trying to refrain from sharing too many details. "it's what happens when you live as I do; close to a mad genius who enjoys his work as much as his garden. No really," you paused, playing around with your cloth napkin. "it's nothing special. I wish I could give you a highly detailed explanation, but I don't consider myself much of an intellectual. I do learn something new everyday. I think that counts for something."

Nodding in agreement, he made an attempt to consume his meal of fried klema paste, but could only manage a small bite as he too gave up on trying to believe it was halfway edible. "If I would've been in my lab, I could've shown you a recipe for a formula that attracts insectoids large enough to feed a family for a month. Even the bitter, old, beetletoids would taste better than what we've been served tonight."

You had a feeling that the meals were chosen by a machine that couldn't determine what would be better; pleasing the taste buds or feeding the vitamin deficiencies; it seemed to be the latter.

"I'm sad to tell you that I don't eat insects or insectoids. Though," you smiled. "I appreciate the sentiment. Where I'm from, you either love them or despise them. There isn't much of an in-between. For my part, I admire them. Like, there's these cute little guy's called roly-polys. They kind of look like little pills and they hang out in dead leaves and stuff. Oh, and don't even get me started on iridescent insects. They're just so beautiful, like living jewels. Too bad I don't have an eloquent explanation to give you."

"Do you mean to say that insectoids or insects as you refer to them, are minuscule creatures where you're from? How fascinating. And stranger still," he gestured at your outfit. "I was just thinking that you appear somewhat iridescent yourself."

He must've been referring to the sequins on your dress which were mildly reflective and multichromatic. "That was the point," you joked readily. "to look as though I could fly away at any moment. At least that's the story I'm sticking with, but don't tell anyone I left my private jet at home."

"Well, it does suit you. Has anyone told you that?"

If he meant either your dress, attitude, or both, then Rick had but you weren't going to tell him that. "No, but thank you."

"Really," he insisted. "I mean it. I…..I can't help but feel as though I know you." Leaning slightly forward, though not so much that it would violate the law, and squinting, he wondered. "Are you sure we haven't met before?"

The multiverse thing was another classified subject on the infinite list of what you weren't allowed to talk about. For all you knew, he might've met another version of yourself or met you in passing in your travels with Rick. "No, we haven't. Maybe I remind you of someone."

Realization struck him, and he dug around in his pockets and pulled out a blank white card. Laying it out on the table, he pressed the corner of it, and it produced a hologram; it was a Salamandrian with vibrant coloring and stripes that made you wonder if they glowed in the dark. "That's why I've been perplexed. You remind me of her; an old colleague of mine."

"She's beautiful."

"Yes, I thought so too. We used to work in the same lab together and were close to a breakthrough which could've assisted with premature aging which my species are prone to, but it wasn't meant to be. We ran out of funding and while working on another project, she collapsed. Before I knew it, she succumbed to rapid aging. Cha'thxa was amiable like yourself and loved to joke around. I believe that's why we were good friends."

"It's always the good ones. I'm sorry."

Replacing the card back into his pocket, he sobered. "It's alright. That was half a lifetime ago, but it's odd how events can trigger these recollections. Thank you."

"For what?"

"For these interactions of ours. It made me feel youthful."

What? Now that couldn't be right. If it hadn't been such an odd thing for him to say, you wouldn't have given a second thought to how he had spoken and carried himself. Really, you thought he was younger than yourself. "How old are you exactly? You don't look mature."

Taking a long sip of his beverage, he admitted with amusement. "Let's just say that the equivalent in human years is roughly 64.322 years old."

"What? No way. I wouldn't have ever guessed, but it shows what I know."

Though you weren't an expert on reptiles either, so how could you have known?

"Would it have really mattered? The only difference it would have made was perhaps in the way you would've treated me. I don't enjoy being treated as though I'm feeble-minded and will collapse at any moment."

"I promise, I wouldn't have."

"If only it were that simple. I've done the same, except I did the opposite and discriminated against someone far younger than I was and believed them foolish, but now that I've seen more of the world, and have familiarized myself with the universe through my travels and mostly through my studies, I realize how wrong I was. These days, I intend to live out the rest of my life to the fullest and to not be ashamed of it. And keeping in mind with that," he paused, ruminating on what he was about to ask. He continued. "I hope this isn't presumptuous of me to ask, but I'd love to invite you to my home planet." And with that winning, sharp-toothed smile, he explained. "Warm bodies are now allowed to visit and I would love to show you my dwelling. I believe you'd enjoy the view of the river. You seem to be the type that would never tire of good company."

It was a shame that he was such a fascinating creature, for you two might've been able to be good friends in a different life. "I do enjoy good company and most likely I would love the river, but under my current circumstances, I'm sorry to say it probably wouldn't be a good idea."

Calmly, he wondered. "Is it because of that human we saw a few hours ago is your mate?"

"Yes," you answered without hesitation. "I would consider him so."

"Forgive me then, for I didn't know, but I should have come to that conclusion." he remarked sheepishly. "You reek of him and your hormones changed every time I asked you about him."

"Look," you sighed, feeling a little embarrassed at the series of events which led up to this. "it's alright. I think it's the guidelines of this event that prevent us from being in each other's presence, but even if it's a crime, I wish he was here. I'm sorry if I acted out of place otherwise."

Giving you a wink, V'gha rose and gently took your hand; not only was it against the law, but against his character. You were going to pull away, but he said in Rick's voice. "Terminate simulation."

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You removed the headset you had forgotten you were wearing. "Oh no, did I mess up again? Would I have died of food poisoning? Dysentery? I swear this is harder than the Oregon Trail."

"N-no, you did alright." he said at first, thoughtfully tapping at charts across his multiple screens set up. "Every time you were presented with a-a challenge, you followed the protocols and procedures just as you were instructed, but it's when you depart the ship which has my calculations going all over th-the place. Gosh, I now realize that it - it doesn't matter which of the guests are assigned as your companion. There is a 33.682% chance that they'd take a romantic interest in you, while there's only a 7% chance of you taking interest in them."

"Ricky, what in the world are you talking about?" You were sure that all of it was simply meant to be a learning experience and that none of it was real. However, considering it was meant to be a realistic simulation, the possibility of romance was there, despite how minimal the chances were. "I thought the reason we were going through the simulation was so that I wouldn't jeopardize the mission. Am I to understand that you don't want me to go because you discovered there's a small chance that a guest or two might fall for me?"

He scratched the back of his neck, wary to meet your questioning gaze. "Gee, I wouldn't have phrased it th-that way. I just....I-I don't like it."

"Oh my goodness," you couldn't help but exclaim. "Rick, are you jealous?"

It was always surprising when he was for it happened so rarely, and when it did you were more flattered then concerned. You continued. "I thought these scenarios always end the same way. You know I only want to be with you, even at the risk of my life. Why these aliens would take an interest in me, I'll never know, but it's cool that the people I'm assigned to are fascinating characters. Doesn't it prove that I'm ready for this mission? I kept the sharing of valuable information to a minimum, and I got along with mostly everyone."

"Gee, I don't know. Y-you're almost ready. However," he pointed at his computer screen. "there are anomalies in some of the earlier models which are concerning. In scenario 3, 7, and 15, the chances of my extermination were 18.475% because I-I allowed myself to get distracted from the mission. In scenarios 17, 19, and 25, there's such a minuscule change that we can forget them altogether. Yet, in the last five scenarios, especially this last simulation, it jumped to 42% and I ended it before things w-would've gone sour. Golly, studying the patterns between them all taught me that you're attractive t-t-to multiple species."

"What can I say, must be my animal magnetism." you teased as you wiggled your eyes brows.

Thoroughly worried, he sighed. "It appears so."

"Come on Ricky," you softened. "I'm only kidding. Listen, why don't you disguise yourself as V'gha, while one of your robot clones handles the mission? Out of all of them, V'gha was one of the nicest. We can knock him out temporarily."

"That could work, but that's highly risky."

"How so?"

"Because staying alive means I-I can't do this."

Wrapping an arm about your waist, the beginnings of a smile were taking place. "For this, I'd get my arms chopped off. It's due t-to the fact that centuries ago a war broke out from a single incident that occurred b-between two rivals who fought for the love of a Milleannos grounds protector whose sole purpose was to guard and tend to the bud that would never bloom in their lifetime. So, this kind of behavior between us is a big no-no. At least as non-royals of Petram Viridios IV." And pressing a kiss to your temple, he chuckled. "I don't know what'd happen to me if I did that, but I-I wouldn't want to find out."

"Do the inhabitants of that planet learn their traditions through tall tales?"

"I-I don't know, but it doesn't seem that far-fetched. It's um - it's possible that over time, they've needed t-to learn sets of skills in order to survive in the once harsh terrain, but seeing how they were able to preserve their culture for hundreds of thousands of years, they must be doing something right. Still, knowing all this, I-I doubt I could keep my cool and stay away from you. Apparently, the simulations tell me the same thing."

"In that case," you softened. "I might have to remove myself from this mission. After all, I don't want you to think I'm trying to woo a few strangers."

"Boy, I-I didn't mean it t-t-to sound that way."

"Of course not, but you told me the truth. And you're entitled to it in some respects. Though, while you spoke of data and calculations, you didn't ask me how I felt. Why not dear? I'm not ashamed to tell you."

Yet, he seemed ashamed to ask. "Did - did you feel anything?"

Smoothing out the lines about his mouth and eyes with your fingers, you confessed. "I felt flattered by their attention, and their company wasn't that bad. I felt……well, like a person in society, who meets and meets dozens of people, and only really takes interest when the conversation is somewhat comfortable and familiar, but I wanted you there to enjoy it too. " Pointing towards the monitors, you continued." If you take a closer look at the data on my brain waves, changes of hormones, and heart rate, then you'll see where my mind and heart truly was. In nearly all of them, I saw parts of you. Not so much physically, but there were personality traits that were so much like your own, I almost didn't feel so lonely. Yet, I never stopped searching for you in them, and in the world around me, in silence, in smiles over knowings, and in reminiscences, hoping you would come and could be in my reach."

Resting his hand atop yours, he sighed. "Th-that explains a few things."

"Does it? I know you were watching as it played out. And don't think I didn't know what you did this time around. I know it was you on that stage, veiled, and far away. Was that also part of the simulation? It…it felt so real. Somehow our souls were closer then they'd ever been."

"I added the possibility of being asked t-to play the Tremen orb bush. When played, it does induce a trance-like state, but during that part of the simulation, I-I tried to keep you calm because y-you were in the beginning stages of a panic attack."

It must've been because of the claustrophobic feeling of being in a chamber. So you hadn't been alone. "Dear, did you hold me and keep me safe?"

"In a manner of speaking. Y-you weren't in any immediate danger, but I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable. So I - I moved my chair over, held your soft hands," he confessed shyly. "and talked to you for a little while. It must've helped for soon enough your vital signs were back to normal."

Yes, he was that sort of man; the kind who'd want to take care of you, and make sure you're alright; who'd give up a day in his garden to spend a dozen ensuring that within dreams you'd live to see another. What did you ever do to deserve him?

"I see. You know Rick, despite not bringing it up, I'm sorry that I had to pretend not to know you."

"That's okay."

He understood, way too easily did he understand. Digital planes with hundreds of foreign figures, blades of grass duplicated to fill in spaces, dreamland feelings which were wisps of real ones, he withstood them all. Slipping in and out of realities were preparations for the real tests which had and would continue to come your way. You admired his fortitude because till now he's dealt with the hardships incurred purposely and accidentally.

"Even if it was potentially part of the mission, and you knew I had to do it, it didn't feel good. How….how could I hide the fact that I have such a wonderful friend? You've been one of the dearest, closest friends that I've ever had."

Leaning down, he touched your forehead with his; releasing a breath you didn't know he had been holding. "El mayor - el mayor obstáculo para el amor es… es el temor s-secreto de no ser dignos de ser amados."

"But you are worthy." you reassured him.

"So I am." he accepted.

"Dear, in trying to protect what we have, lying was necessary. Yet, I don't want to pretend that we aren't anything. I love you too much to do that. I don't have any sign or mark of belonging to anyone, and that could've been one of the reasons there were misunderstandings. With V'gha and the others, I was only being friendly."

"I-I know."

"Even if you know, I'm still going to remind you." Resting a hand on his chest, his nervous heart seemed to dance. "Underneath my hand, lies the kind heart of an emotional, passionate genius, and I wouldn't trade that for anything in the world."

Holding you a fraction tighter, his breath ghosted your cheek. "Really?"

"Mhm."

"Can I-I tell you something?"

"Yeah?"

"Everyday with you is better than the last. If we lived on Venus," he chuckled. "our days would've been 5,832 hours long. That's th-the equivalent of 243 Earth days."

"That's a long time. Hmm," you sighed, relishing in the nearness of him; breathing in the scent which wafted off his sweater and labcoat. You thought to yourself, this is how it should always be. "I wish I could've been born sooner so you wouldn't have had to be lonely. If I could've done that much, I would've been able to repay you. Still, despite my disbelief about our relationship at times, it's one of the reasons I carry the necklace. You know, the one you had given me on that memorable day that you were…" you paused as you felt him sag into himself, pulling away from you slightly as though he were ashamed. You continued on. "on that day when those Guard Ricks came because you were needed on the citadel. I regret that I put you through so much stress that day, but I'm glad you don't resent me for it." Pulling out the necklace, you couldn't help but tear up a little. "I look at this beautiful gift every time I need to be reminded that you always believed in me, adored me, and was part of your world."

"Y-you're not part of it, you are my world."

"And you are mine. There's no way I'll ever forget you."

Though, there was a chance you could or that he could have your memories erased; there were things you weren't supposed to know, but did. There had been stranger cases before, and just in case, you had made copies of your memories. "Why, if you ever have to use that memory eraser thing on me or on yourself, I promise I'll remember for the both of us. So please," you urged, giving him a half-impatient, half-loving shake. "don't think that what we have is so easily broken, because I love you and believe in what we are together."

Neither of you spoke for a while after that, but he gave your hands a good squeeze when he came to a resolution. "What if….what if I gave you a sign?"

"I'd think of an Ace Of Base song," you lightly teased. "and then I'd wonder what you could mean."

Rubbing your back, he said above a whisper. "I mean t-t-t-to say, do you…..¿Quieres casarte?"

"What? Did you just…can you repeat that?"

"D-do you want to get married?"

Pulling away from him, you wondered. "Wait, is this real?"

He nodded. "Y-yes."

"And I'm not in a lotus-eater machine right?"

Smoothing out your hair, he confessed. "N-no, I hope not."

After spending days going through multiple simulations, it was easy to assume that everything wasn't real, and was still part of another simulation within a simulation. You pinched yourself and saw that everything was in place. It's not that you weren't happy, it was just that this was a surprise you hadn't been expecting. For his part, he studied you and found that he liked what he saw and pulled out a little box. "I had wanted the moment t-to be perfect, but I don't think that's possible. I can't…..I don't want to be without you anymore."

"I think I need to sit down for this."

Leading you over to the computer chair, you took a seat while he stood before you; antsy and ready to confess. "Mi corazón, I have wanted to do this for so long, but I - I was too afraid t-t-to ask. I think now, I finally can."

Removing his labcoat, and setting it down, he pushed up the sleeve of his sweater; displaying the tattoo he had gotten a few years ago; a single sunflower with such detail it almost looks three dimensional. If it weren’t for the curve of his arm, it would appear that he took the bloom, shrunk it down, and simply laid it on his inner forearm. "When I got this, I wanted something as beautiful as you with me, always, and - and sunflowers are your favorite. You told me they were the epitome of happiness."

You nodded. "My best memories are associated with them."

"I suppose that still holds true, so I'm going to put my faith in that. To explain, I would like to tell you a few things concerning happiness. Everyday I-I go to work, I look forward to the moment I get to see you when I return. Though, when I come home, and the house is quiet, it's easy to remember that I live alone. However, when I see that the pillows have been rearranged in a way I um - in a way I hadn't left them, or find a mug in the sink, or piles of books that hadn't been read yet, I know I'm not alone; that y-you've been here. Gosh," he sniffled, doing his best not to cry. "when I see your sleeping figure on the couch or in the hammock outside, I think to myself that I want this t-t-to be my life. T-to be our life. You're what's missing in th-the equation to my happiness. When I met you, it's like the sun finally came out and I could finally bloom. We might carry bits of - of happiness, but I-I feel incomplete without you by my side. And I think y-you feel the same."

Taking hold of your left hand, he kissed it and his voice was colored with happiness again. In earnest, he wondered. "So, my beautiful little sunflower, as far as getting married is concerned, do you - do you want to?"

Tbc

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[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

11. Enough Talk

"I'll kill her." Araya stood with her arms crossed at her sister's bedside watching over her sleeping body. Draya had just come out of one surgery and the doctors weren't giving away much other than the information that her spleen had been hit and they were doing their best . It seemed that they didn't know how she'd fare. "If you need a spleen, Draya, I will rip her spleen from her body with my bare hands."

Draya was wrapped up in bandages and a blanket, drugged up and passed out. Aside from getting shot, she'd already been through a lot physically in life, as they both had. She'd been branded and she'd been carved. She didn't always appreciate it, but that's why her sister was there.. to help her.

Araya thought of the hospital staff. The doctors and nurses were nosey and showed great concern, asking about the beautiful pictures cut into her sister's skin. They declared the images to be scars and damaged skin. They were ignorant and could not possibly understand the creativity and care that went into it.

Dr. Stevens was loving enough to place the difficult and cautious work of his own talented hands onto their skin because he viewed them as worthy pieces of art. Araya hadn't understood it or Dr. Steven's feelings initially and that's why she would always run away. That was at the start of their artist/muse relationship. She couldn't understand his mind or his intentions. She looked at him like he was some monster bent on terrorizing her. But the more she studied him and the longer she spent with him.. the more he punished her and rewarded her.. she could see the truth. He loved her and her sister and he'd chosen them to care for. He punished them like a father figure but provided for them like a father figure. Dr. Stevens didn't always express his love through words. He couldn't. That's why his art was so precious. That was his 'I love you Draya' and 'You're mine Araya.' People who weren't involved could never understand.

Araya eased into the chair next to the hospital bed. Imagining herself without a twin was something she'd never wanted to do. Her throat felt tight.

"Please, don't die," she whispered. Her eyes were wet and she had to look away as her tears fell. She always considered herself the strong one, but in this moment she felt weak. "I don't have.. anyone else," she croaked before standing. She had to step out, she needed air. Besides, the time she'd begged for in the room had been over. She should've been left.

---

"So you want to go to the hospital and finish off Draya in her hospital bed. You'd just shoot her on the spot with hospital employees patrolling the halls.." Dr. Stevens stared, his dark eyes hiding amusement as Ivy stared back.

"Fuck her and fuck you," Ivy replied. "I'd kill all three of you... Period." She meant every word. She hoped they'd all drop d- She froze as a sudden shooting pain gripped her.

"Hm," he smirked as she gaped, her mouth dropped open and eyes bugged wide. She gasped and her breath shuddered. It was a quick stab of pain that caught her off guard. She looked down to see a small black butterfly knife plunged into her mid-thigh through her pants. He'd drivin his hand down with enough force and now her light colored capris were bloody in that spot.

"You talking my shit right now, Ivy. I'd like to see you do it," he whispered and if she could she'd have backhanded him.

"Keep talking," he muttered pulling the knife from her thigh. It hurt just as much coming out with a slick sound effect that made her stomach turn. "You hear that sound?"

As he waved the blade in her face, she could see her blood clinging to it. Her thigh ached and she took a deep breath.

"That's probably one my favorite sounds," he smiled displaying a different set of fronts. These were gold with what looked like diamonds and they covered his bottom teeth. Ivy looked away, trying not to think of her pained thigh.

"Why you can't just leave me alone," she sighed, closing her eyes tightly.

"Enough talk."

"But you said I could kill that bitch first before you start playing Edward Scissorhands. Is that true or nah because the blood on my new pants says otherwise."

"I know what I said, Ivy... I know exactly what you want.. and what Draya wants.. and what Araya wants. I know it all. What I haven't decided is how much I care to factor in your wants. You haven't really given me a reason to."

"I'm not begging you for shit if that's what you're angling for, just do what you have to do," Ivy shrugged. She watched as he deliberated, his hand playing with the plentiful coarse hairs of his chin. It took a while because she rolled her eyes and looked back at him, waiting.

"...Okay," he said suddenly. Ivy brustled a bit, but kept her cool as he left the living room reappearing with a pair of sheers that looked sharp. The tip of the sheers touched the bottom of her leg above her ankle where her capris ended. Snip by snip, the fabric of her pants parted. Her pants were being destroyed. The scissors cut through the bloody fabric that laid over her wound. She could see it fully now and he took that same black blade, scratching it across her skin, drawing more blood, his movement measured and face focused. All Ivy could do was press her lips together and look away.

#dentist #original

[your-iron-lung]

If you're up to it, I'd love a soul mate au. Timers, words, seeing colors, anything you choose. Something with a happy ending, please!

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it 

ty for indulging me

for this, im gonna utilize the ‘soulmates cant see colour until meeting’ trope! it wont be canon compliant; several events are gonna take place out of order (such as nancy leaving steve for Jonathan, etc) but who cares about that 

on to the hcs

1. while steve would love to finally meet his soulmate, he doesnt hold out much hope for it ever happening in his lifetiem. and its not like he even minds seeing the world through a grey filter, because he honestly cant conceive what a world of colour would look like, despite nancy doing her best with trying to describe it to him. and while he is happy that she was able to find her soulmate so soon, it still kind of stings at the same time because he hasn’t found his. some people went their whole lives never meeting their soulmates; shit, even his parents are still colourblind. sometimes people just ended up settling, and even though settling isnt something steve necessarily wants to do, he also doesnt want to chase the dragon for too long. 

billy, however, vows to never settle; a lot of good that did for his parents. when his dad declares that hes moving the family to hawkins, part of him is relieved because he feels like hes run out of options in california. no one there has had any impact on his vision, but maybe someone in hawkins will.

2. when billy first rolls up into the hawkins high school parking lot, he takes his time in looking around. he meets the eye of several girls, but none of them bring colour to his vision. bitterly he leaves the lot, unaware that steve, whod watched him pull into the parking lot, suddenly realized what the colour blue was. in a panic he grabs nancys arm, eyes bulging, mouth open in as he stutters: “what is that?” he asks, pointing out billys camaro. “what colour is that car?”

“blue,” nancy replies, concern creasing her brow as she sets his paper down and takes hold of his hand. “its blue, steve; can you see that?”

“blue,” steve repeats, and sits back in his seat amazed. “i can see blue.”

3. blue is beautiful. its the colour of the sky, water, the shirt he’d put on earlier that morning to wear to the halloween party, and the colour of billys eyes. vibrant, blue, and angry. steve doesnt even mind that hes been dethroned; hasnt cared about the title of ‘king of hawkins high’ in a long time, so when billy gets up in his face to boast about it, all he cares about is the colour blue. midway through his boasting, with tommy jeering at his side, billy is caught off guard by the fact that steves hair isn’t grey. it’s luscious and brown, and when steve lowers his shades he can see that his eyes, too, are a beautiful dark shade of the same colour. billys eyes widen imperceptibly, and steve realizes at the same time billy does that theyre fucking soulmates.

4. they dont talk about it for a long time, tip-toeing around one another as they slowly come to terms with the fact that they, in a word, belong together. for steve, who has told himself that he doesnt care much about having a soulmate so long as hes happy, is too overcome with the fact that hes actually found his soulmate to act on it. but for billy, its different; hes just… numb. all the fruitless years spent searching have culminated to this moment, and hes too stricken by the discovery to do anything about it. the only colour each of them can see matches the colours of the others eyes, and they each yearn to unlock more, to see more. neither one of them care that theyre of the same sex, but both of them want the other to make the first move. neither of them do until finally nancy does it for them. she organizes an interest meeting- not a date, a meeting- so that they can just… see where it goes, because shes tired of all the melancholic sighing and ‘i dont know what to do here nance’ steve has been doing as of late.

5. steve expects the meeting to be rough, since billy is, well, billy, but it goes well, actually. really well. steve talks about the colour blue, and how billys eyes almost match the sky, and billy just laughs at him and tells steve that his eyes are the colour of shit. steve gapes at him for a moment before he breaks out into a laugh himself. ‘ive always wondered what colour shit was,” he remarks casually, almost proud that his eyes could be so brown. billy studies steves face as hes laughing, and realizes distantly that other colours are beginning to fade into view: the light complexion of his steves skin, the pinkish hue of his lips, and the vibrant, surprisingly golden hue of his eyes that become more pronounced. the farthest thing from shit hes ever seen. when hes done laughing steve soon finds that more colours have manifested in his vision as well, and he stares in wonderment at billy as they each develop full colour in their eyesight. 

5+1. after the interest meeting, they decide to just… go for it. they keep it relatively low-key, but in a world where soulmates arent chosen, but predetermined, no one really gives them much shit for it. the only person they really have to worry about finding out is neil, but high school is almost over and billy doesnt owe his dad a damn thing by sticking around longer than hes wanted. steve offers him a way out and a new lease on a life that has thus far been unkind to him, and billy grabs onto it with both hands because life is so much more beautiful now that steve has brought colour into it

#not-a-dateologist #ask #harringrove #billy/steve #billy hargrove #steve harrington #ask meme #5 headcanons #soulmates au

[hydez-oc]

Questionnaire filled out for Angel

From this wizard/pirate101 oc questionnaire by @extravalgant 

- does your wizard have a primary school? secondary school?

Their first school is Death, there is no concrete secondary school but I’ve bounced between Storm and Life. I think Life would be more fun character-wise though personally... necromancy support build

- how does their chosen schools affect their personality?

They are... very serious, and a bit cold.

- do you draw your wizards in in-game clothing or do you make your own designs?

Usually my own designs

- what arcs (1-4) does your wizard take place in? are they the scion?

So... I’ve only gotten to act 1 because I’ve only recently been able to pay to unlock areas. Also, he’s less of a “oc that must exist within wizard 101 lore” and more “I used wizard 101′s character creator for a basis for an oc”

- how do they generally get along with most npcs? do they have favorites, or a best friend?

I feel like he doesn’t have very strong attachments (besides the ones he fucking HATES) but I think he has a soft spot for Penny Dreadful. Like yeah sure I’ll help you with your homework I just won’t look happy

- how do they feel about merle ambrose? the council of light?

“Why am I the only one Ambrose throws at Malistaire?”

- do they have a favorite professor?

Oh, I think Miss Moolinda and him must be great friends

- do they have a favorite spell?

Conceptually he likes Sacrifice, in battle it tends to be Poison

- what do they think about forbidden magics? should it be taught?

"If someone wants to learn, let them. It's not your problem if they get hurt."

(That is, assuming it hurts THEM and not others- I haven't gotten that far)

- does your wizard travel alone or with a group?

I like to think he has a group but I have not developed them yet

- what’s a non-wizard related thing that they know how to do?

He'd be a theater kid if such a thing exists in Wizard City. I guess Lincoln DOES have a favorite Shakespeare play...

- do they have any pet peeves, wizard-related or otherwise?

He hates summer so much

- what kind of wand do they have? what does it say about their fighting styles?

Actually, right now it's Takinobi's Frightening Blade. That's not what he'd have if the stats weren't so good- if I could pick I'd like him to have like a spellbook or a skull instead of a proper wand, which I think I've seen people use before

- what do they keep their deck in? anything notable about its design?

Maybe like a utility belt with the monstrology deck on one side and the battle one on the other.

- are they more partial to getting physical or talking their way through things?

He's not good at talking 😔

- do they trust other people right away or are they skeptical at first meeting?

Skeptical.

- what’s something they wished magic could do?

"I've never thought of it. Perhaps... keep the flowers growing, even in the death house." Poor guy has to plant flowers in a life friend's house

- do they know how to fight in close quarters (melee)? or do they solely rely on their magic to do the work?

I mean.. I guess he does have a sword right now. I imagine he COULD

- are they a ‘if it looks ugly im not wearing it idc about stats’ wizard or ‘i dont care if its ugly itll boost my damage’ wizard?

Actually he tends to go and search for a matching hat to go with his new, better stats robe and he'll dye them if they're different colors. I had so much gold up until recently he can afford it

- what is one song you associate with your wizard?

- do they like being a wizard? what is one thing they would change?

"I really could do without a battle every day."

Dead is the New Alive by Emilie Autumn :)

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

11. Enough Talk

"I'll kill her." Araya stood with her arms crossed at her sister's bedside watching over her sleeping body. Draya had just come out of one surgery and the doctors weren't giving away much other than the information that her spleen had been hit and they were doing their best . It seemed that they didn't know how she'd fare. "If you need a spleen, Draya, will rip her spleen from her body with my bare hands."

Draya was wrapped up in bandages and a blanket, drugged up and passed out. Aside from getting shot, she'd already been through a lot physically in life, as they both had. She'd been branded and she'd been carved. She didn't always appreciate it, but that's why her sister was there.. to help her.

Araya thought of the hospital staff. The doctors and nurses were nosey and showed great concern, asking about the beautiful pictures cut into her sister's skin. They declared the images to be scars and damaged skin. They were ignorant and could not possibly understand the creativity and care that went into it.

Dr. Stevens was loving enough to place the difficult and cautious work of his own talented hands onto their skin because he viewed them as worthy pieces of art. Araya hadn't understood it or Dr. Steven's feelings initially and that's why she would always run away. That was at the start of their artist/muse relationship. She couldn't understand his mind or his intentions. She looked at him like he was some monster bent on terrorizing her. But the more she studied him and the longer she spent with him.. the more he punished her and rewarded her.. she could see the truth. He loved her and her sister and he'd chosen them to care for. He punished them like a father figure but provided for them like a father figure. Dr. Stevens didn't always express his love through words. He couldn't. That's why his art was so precious. That was his 'I love you Draya' and 'You're mine Araya.' People who weren't involved could never understand.

Araya eased into the chair next to the hospital bed. Imagining herself without a twin was something she'd never wanted to do. Her throat felt tight.

"Please, don't die," she whispered. Her eyes were wet and she had to look away as her tears fell. She always considered herself the strong one, but in this moment she felt weak. "I don't have.. anyone else," she croaked before standing. She had to step out, she needed air. Besides, the time she'd begged for in the room had been over. She should've been left.

---

"So you want to go to the hospital and finish off Draya in her hospital bed. You'd just shoot her on the spot with hospital employees patrolling the halls.." Dr. Stevens stared, his dark eyes hiding amusement as Ivy stared back.

"Fuck her and fuck you," Ivy replied. "I'd kill all three of you... Period." She meant every word. She hoped they'd all drop d- She froze as a sudden shooting pain gripped her.

"Hm," he smirked as she gaped, her mouth dropped open and eyes bugged wide. She gasped and her breath shuddered. It was a quick stab of pain that caught her off guard. She looked down to see a small black butterfly knife plunged into her mid-thigh through her pants. He'd drivin hand down with enough force and now her light colored capris were bloody in that spot.

"You talking my shit right now, Ivy. I'd like to see you do it," he whispered and if she could she'd have backhanded him.

"Keep talking," he muttered pulling the knife from her thigh. It hurt just as much coming out with a slick sound effect that made her stomach turn. "You hear that sound?"

As he waved the blade in her face, she could see her blood clinging to it. Her thigh ached and she took a deep breath.

"That's probably one my favorite sounds," he smiled displaying a different set of fronts. These were gold with what looked like diamonds and they covered his bottom teeth. Ivy looked away, trying not to think her pained thigh.

"Why you can't just leave me alone," she sighed, closing her eyes tightly.

"Enough talk."

"But you said I could kill that bitch first before you start playing Edward Scissorhands. Is that true or nah because the blood on my new pants says otherwise."

"I know what I said, Ivy... I know exactly what you want.. and what Draya wants.. and what Araya wants. I know it all. What I haven't decided is how much I care to factor in your wants. You haven't really given me a reason to."

"I'm not begging you for shit if that's what you're angling for, just do what you have to do," Ivy shrugged. She watched as he deliberated, his hand playing with the plentiful coarse hairs of his chin. It took a while because she rolled her eyes and looked back at him, waiting.

"...Okay," he said suddenly. Ivy brustled a bit, but kept her cool as he left the living room reappearing with a pair of sheers that looked sharp. The tip of the sheers touched the bottom of her leg above her ankle where her capris ended. Snip by snip, the fabric of her pants parted. Her pants were being destroyed. The scissors cut through the bloody fabric that laid over her wound. She could see it fully now and he took that same black blade, scratching it across her skin, drawing more blood, his movement measured and face focused. All Ivy could do was press her lips together and look away.

@honey-poooh @missshae @raysunshine78 @destinio1 @marvelmaree @honeytoffee @thickemadame @heykillmongerluhme @ghostfacekill-monger @killmongersmistress @soufcakmistress

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