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proudfreakmetarusonniku · 2 years

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Day 13: Can’t Make An Omelette Without Breaking A Few Legs

Canon divergence, where Dream finds Tommy trying to escape from Logstedshire before he can escape. To make sure his little protege can’t try that stunt again, he decides to make sure he won’t be able to run away ever again. Warnings for abuse, threats of amputation, threats of torture, victim blaming, dehumanisation, self hatred, references to suicide, broken bones, graphic description of injuries, mutilation, intentionally disabling someone for life, manipulation, and codependency.

AO3 link, if you prefer.

“Tommy, I want you to tell me exactly how you fucked up big time. Tell me every single fucking rule you broke, and how much of a fuck up you are, in detail.”

Tommy somehow shot Dream a defiant look even while shivering and snow-covered, wrapped securely in his bedsheet tight enough it was more of a restraint than a comfort. It was like an angry kitten, and Dream suppressed his laughter at the visual. No time for that, not until Tommy learnt his fucking lesson.

“I-I- why should I? What, you want more r-reasons to torture me?” Whatever bravado Tommy was trying to pull with that speech was cut off by the shivers making him stutter, and he flushed red even more than he was before towards the end of the statement, seemingly being self-aware enough for once to realise it.

“Well, if you do exactly as you’re told, I’ll break your legs so you can’t try that fucking stunt again. And if you don’t…” Dream equipped his axe and swung it hard enough into one of the wooden posts holding up the Tnret that it nearly snapped in two, making Tommy flinch.

“You wouldn’t.” The way Tommy’s voice wavered wasn’t a side effect of the cold there, and both of them knew it.

“I’ve got enough potions on me that I can keep you alive through the whole thing, so try me.” Dream pulled his axe from the tent pole with violent force, enough to shake the canvas. “The question is, should I start with your left or your right foot? Or maybe I should go straight for the knees, considering how ungrateful you’re being after I saved your life.”

Tommy yelped. “Okay, okay, I’ll do it! I’ll do it. I- I left, even when you told me not to, and I tried to hide in- in Techno’s, even though I’m not meant to, and,” he paused for a second, thinking over his words, “I’m not meant to d-die, and I nearly did.”

Unimpressed, Dream slammed the axe into the fabric of the bed, missing Tommy only by a few inches, and he screamed in shock. “Stop half-assing it, Tommy. I know you heard me, so act like it. Tell me why that was wrong. Tell me why you deserve this.”

Tommy looked down at his feet and swallowed a lump in his throat, again flushed in shame. “I-I shouldn’t have, because it was against the rules, and breaking the rules means I’m being a fuckin’ annoying shit, and I’m getting in your way. I’m being stupid, and ungrateful, and you’re just trying to keep me out of trouble, watch over me. I got myself into danger, and I could’ve died because I was so reckless. I shouldn’t have tried to act like- like I own me. I don’t.”

Honestly, Dream was pleasantly surprised with how easy it was to get Tommy back into that state of helplessness he’d been so careful at crafting, one he was almost worried was gone forever after Tommy’s little episode. Perhaps it was silly to be so paranoid over a single breach, when he’d spent months perfecting Tommy into the perfect little protege. He’d just pushed too far, broke a little too much off, that was it. Still, being able to make Tommy dance to his tune made Dream grin under his mask.

“There’s one more, Tommy,” Dream chided, but he let his voice drop to a gentle tone. “Have you forgotten? I can’t exactly fault you for that, can’t I?”

Tommy gave him a long look, that delightfully reluctant expression still on his face. It was intensely amusing how much he clung to his pride, no matter what. “… I’m useless, aren’t I? No wonder you hate me.”

Dream’s heart broke a bit at that. Yes, he’d had to break Tommy down, with fists and with words, and he wasn’t sure it’d ever be a finished job. Honestly, he hoped it’d never be- the work satisfied him like no other. But that didn’t mean he hated Tommy; quite the opposite. If he didn’t love the brat like his own brother, he’d have let him kill himself long ago.

“Oh, Tommy, don’t say that. Why do you think I hate you?”

“Cause I’m like a bug. You’re just here to watch me.” Tommy lowered his head further, and sniffled. “Y-you don’t have to pretend. I’ll stay. I know I don’t deserve your friendship.”

“That’s bullshit, Tommy, and you know it.” Dream grabbed onto Tommy’s shoulder, ignoring how the boy flinched underneath his grasp. “Look, you might be a handful sometimes, but you’ve got potential, alright? Deep down inside, you’re better than everyone who abandoned you, y’know? We’re different, Tommy. We’re special.”

For some reason, that just made Tommy sob more. How interesting. That was the thing about Tommy- he was like a never-ending puzzle. Not in the sense he was impossible to figure out; no, usually, Dream could find a solution easily. He knew Tommy well enough. But he always came back with more issues to solve, and even when it was the same issue as before, repeating the solution somehow only felt more fascinating, more enjoyable. To a scientific mind, he was the best test subject imaginable.

He was also, apparently, very good at making Dream’s mind wander. This wasn’t some regular day where he could experiment and see how Tommy ticked. No, he needed to make sure he’d never run ever again. He’d never even be able to.

“Hold still,” was the only warning he gave before he slammed the blunt side of the axe as hard as he could onto Tommy’s leg, a loud fleshy noise and a crack accompanying it. Tommy didn’t even scream, the shock of it more than overwhelming that. He didn’t the second time he brought down the axe, either, but he started on the third.

And the fourth, and the fifth, and the sixth, and the seventh…

Dream continued, idly counting the strikes in his head. How many would it take for Tommy to stop screaming? By the tenth, he hadn’t finished. By fifteen, his voice was hoarse. By twenty, he’d gone quiet, hysterically sobbing, and Dream decided that was probably enough.

Pulling the bloodied bedsheet away, Dream observed the injuries to see if he needed more blows. However, it did look like he’d done his job well enough. Where Tommy’s ratty cargo pants were torn up, he could see that the skin underneath was red and inflamed, some of it already bruising over. More than that, they hung limply and at an ever-so-slightly askew angle. Yes, those would last nicely.

The hardest part was, of course, resetting them. Not that Dream didn’t know how to set a broken bone- he’d set his own many a time- but it’d be challenging to get that sweet spot, ensure they wouldn’t heal properly but would heal enough that Tommy wasn’t completely immobile. Certainly, he couldn’t be trusted with the ability to be able to get far from Dream’s gentle guidance.

Besides, a sob story would only help with what he had planned. Poor innocent little Tommy Innit would be the one to send him to jail, sobbing hysterically about the pain he caused him and getting the rest of the server wrapped around his finger. All the while, Tommy would be loyal to him and him alone, and ready to use that for Dream’s benefit. For all their benefits. It was a flawless plan.

Dream grabbed onto one leg tightly and, gritting his teeth, pushed it not-quite into place. He’d gotten used to the feeling when it was happening to him, but feeling the bone shift under his fingers felt odd when it wasn’t dulled by pain. Tommy whimpered, and looked down, flinching.

“Dream, I don’t think you’re doing it right,” he said, voice scratchy and quiet. His sentence broke off into horrible coughing.

Dream looked him dead in the eyes and did the same to his other leg.

When he was done, he sidled up to the side of the bed, and took a potion from his inventory. He’d had to be brewing a lot lately, and this one was a special mix. Use enough concentrate from others, and you could get yourself an impressive painkiller, without actually aiding with healing at all. Keeping Tommy weak wasn’t something he could compromise on, but if his protege was very good, it was only fair to allow him some relief.

Tommy instinctively grabbed it, but Dream pulled it away. “No, no, you have to earn it. If you try that again, I’ll leave with it.”

“You’ll… leave?” Tommy seemed more upset about the thought of being alone than in agony. Good. “What do I have t’ do?”

“You just have to thank me.”

Tommy stared blankly. “Why?”

“Well, I taught you a lesson with that, didn’t I?” Dream gestured at Tommy’s legs. “One you’re not going to forget. So thank me for helping you there.”

The look of absolute hopelessness on Tommy’s face was priceless. “I’m- thanks f’ punishing me, Dream.” His mumbling was barely audible, but it was good enough.

Dream handed Tommy the potion, and he wolfed it down, his face instantly relaxing as the numbness quickly spread in. He tilted his head towards Dream, leaning towards him. “Please stay. Don’t- don’t go like b’fore. I’ll stop being- being annoying, I won’t do a thing unless you tell me to, just don’t leave me.”

“Oh, Tommy.” Dream wrapped his arms around the boy, letting him cry into his shoulder. “I’ll stay as long as you like, no strings attached. I never should have let you forget that I’m doing all of this for your own good in the first place.”

#whumptober2022 #no.13 #can't make an omelette without breaking a few legs #dream smp #fic #abuse #threats of amputation #threats of torture #victim blaming #dehumanisation #self hatred #reference to suicide #broken bones #graphic description of injuries #mutilation #manipulation #codependency #primeboys (derogatory)

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evilwriter37 · 2 years

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"I Don't Know What You Mean" - Part 2

Rated: mature (subject to change)

Warnings: drugging, threats of torture, nudity

Pairings: none

Summary: Hiccup thinks Viggo is going to poison him and the Dragon Riders, but what he has planned could be even worse.

Word Count: 1,999

#whump #drugging #threats of torture #nudity #httyd #how to train your dragon #rtte #race to the edge #fanfiction #writing

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kalessinsdaughter · 1 year

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Whumpuary 2023

prompt no. 7 "tied up"

Dagur has issues with being tied up.

#whumpuary #whumpuary2023 #whumpuaryno7 #tied up #whump #dagur the deranged #panic attack #ptsd implied #threats of imprisonment #threats of torture #threats of violence #threats of rape #canon typical violence #race to the edge #rtte #how to train your dragon #httyd #httyd fanfiction #prompt fic

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carbonateds-oda · 9 months

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the difference in the way the bsd fandom shows affection for their faves is so fucking funny to witness like w chuuya it’s usually like “he’s the greatest ever such a cool fella very sexy very nice he’s literally perfect he deserves nothing but happiness he’s awesome everyone loves him and if u say anything bad abt him ur wrong” whereas w dazai it’s more like “i wanna shove this absolute pathetic whore of a man down a flight of stairs and watch him flail around violently he’s so bbg it makes me wanna either strangle him or carry him around like the dainty little princess he is”

#chuuya gets compliments and marriage proposals while dazai’s over here getting degraded or receiving affectionate threats of torture #bsd #bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #skk #soukoku

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lumpsbumpsandwhumps · 4 months

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whump fic where whumpee is being held captive by whumper and continually tries to escape to find where caretaker is being held so they can get out of here together, but as the story progresses it becomes more clear that whumpee is a victim of stockholm syndrome/brainwashing by "caretaker" and is actually being rehabilitated by "whumper" after being rescued, not kidnapped

#whumpee thinks whumper is torturing them but in reality theyre trying to treat old wounds they dont even remember sustaining #fights against being drugged but actually they're experiencing withdrawal symptoms after whumper flushed out their system #whumper making threats that whumpee will never see caretaker again but its not a threat its supposed to be a calm reassurance #the slow slow burn of whumpee realizing just how fucked their situation is and having to face that reality #whump #whump community #whump scenario #whumpee #whumper #whump ideas #implied whump #whump writing #whump prompt #whumpblr #defiant whumpee #caretaker #bad caretaker #carewhumper

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abitofboth · 7 months

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I saw this tweet from @/forbestiel and I HAD to share!!!!!

#I think so many people don’t even know that loki was tortured to shit between thor and the avengers #one of my best friends who loves marvel to pieces had never even heard of that plot line until I told her about it #I think it’s gonna be really interesting to see how much they’re going to play into kang being a bigger threat than thanos #because so far I feel none of the characters have truly grasped how dangerous he is other than loki #loki #loki series 2 #loki spoilers #loki s2 #marvel #mcu #mobius #millie talks

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lord-squiggletits · 2 months

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I think the key component to my personal reading of post-Delphi Pharma is that he's trying to be a horrible person on purpose. Not "on purpose" in the way that people have free will to exercise their own choices, but in that Pharma's "mad doctor" persona is a performance he puts on to deliberately embrace how much everyone else hates him. Basically, if people already think you're a "bad Autobot" and a horrible doctor who just kills his patients for fun, why try to prove otherwise to people who have already made up their minds about you? Just fully embrace the fact that people see you as an asshole. Don't try to change their minds. Don't plead for their forgiveness or understanding. Just stop caring. If you're going to be remembered as a monster, you might as well be a memorable monster, and eke as much pleasure and hedonism as you can out of it before karma catches up to you and you inevitably crash and burn.

I mean, I guess you could just go the route of "Oh, Pharma was always a fucked up creepy guy and Delphi was just him taking the mask off," but I really don't like that interpretation because, for one, it feels really wrong to take a character like Pharma becoming evil under duress and going, "Oh well clearly he did the things he did because he was evil all along," as if somehow Pharma breaking under blackmail/torture/threat of horrible death was a sign of him having poor moral character. As opposed to, you know, suffering under the very real threat of horrible death for himself and everyone he cares about while being manipulated by a guy who specializes in psychological torture.

The second reason is that it just doesn't make sense to write Pharma as having been evil all along. I mean...

Occam's Razor says that the best argument is the one with the simplest explanation. Doesn't it make way more sense to take Pharma's appearances in flashbacks, his friendship with Ratchet, his stunning medical accomplishments, and the few we see of him speaking kindly/sympathetically (or in the least charitable interpretation, at least professionally) towards his patients and conclude "This guy was just a normal person, if exceptionally talented." Taking all of these flashback appearances at face value and assuming Pharma was being genuine/honest is a way simpler and more logical explanation than trying to argue that Pharma for the past 4 million years was just faking being a good doctor/person. I mean, it's possible within the realm of headcanon, but the fact is Pharma's appearances in the story are so brief that there simply wasn't room in the story for there to be some sort of secret conspiracy/hidden manipulation behind why Pharma acted the way he did in the past.

I just can't help but look at things like Pharma's friendship with Ratchet (himself a good person and usually a fine judge of character) and the fact that even post-Delphi, pretty much every single mention of Pharma comes with some mention of "He was a good doctor for most of his life" or "He was making major headways in research [before he started killing patients]" which implies that even the Autobots themselves see Pharma's villainy as a recent turn in his life compared to how for "most of his life" he "used to be" a good doctor.

And although Pharma doesn't know this, we as the readers (and even other characters like Rung) know about Aequitas technology and the fact that it actually works, so... if Pharma really was an unrepentant murderer, why couldn't he get through the forcefield too? The Aequitas forcefield doesn't require that a person be completely morally pure and free of wrongdoing or else how could Tyrest get through, just that they feel a sense of inner peace and lack feelings of guilt. Pharma has murdered and tortured people by this point, and put on quite a campy and theatrical show of how much he sees it as a fun game, so why then can he not get through?

It circles back to my headcanon at the start of this post that the "mad doctor" persona is just that-- a persona. Delphi/post-Delphi Pharma's laughing madman personality is just so far removed from every flashback we saw of him and everything we can infer based on how other people see/saw him before that, to me, the mad doctor act is (at least in large part, if not fully) a persona that Pharma puts on to put his villainy in the forefront.

To avoid an overly simplistic/ableist take, I don't think Tarn tortured Pharma into turning crazy. To me, it's more like the constant pressure of death by horrific torture, the feeling of martyrdom as Pharma kept secret that he was the only one standing between Delphi and annihilation, the physical isolation of Messatine as well as the emotional separation from Ratchet, being forced to violate his medical oaths (pretty much the only thing Pharma's entire life has been about), etc. All of that combined traumatized Pharma to the point that the only way he could avoid cracking was to just stop caring about all of it. Because at least then, even if he's still murdering patients to save Delphi from a group of sadistic freaks, Pharma doesn't have to feel guilty and sick about doing it. As opposed to the alternatives, which were probably either going off the deep end and killing himself to escape, or confessing to what he did and getting jailed for it.

In that light, Pharma becoming a mad doctor makes sense. It avoids the bad writing tropes of "oh this character who was good his entire life was actually just evil and really good at hiding it" as well as "oh he got tortured and went crazy that's why he's so random and silly and killing people, he's crazy" and instead frames Pharma's evil as something he was forced into, to the point where in order to avoid a full psychological breakdown and keep defending Delphi, he just had to stop caring about the sanctity of life or about what other people might think of him.

Then, of course, the actual Delphi episode happens, and Pharma's own lifelong best friend Ratchet basically spits in his face and sees him as nothing more than a crazy murderer who went rogue from being a good Autobot. Then Pharma gets his hands cut off and left to die on Messatine. At that point, Pharma has not only been mentally/emotionally broken into losing his feelings of compassion, he's received the message loud and clear: He is alone. Everyone hates him. Not even his own best friend likes him any more. No one even cared enough about him to check if he actually died or not. He will only ever be remembered as a doctor who went insane and killed his patients.

So in the light of 1. Having all of your redeeming qualities be squeezed out of you one by one for the sake of survival and 2. Having your reputation and all of your positive relationships be destroyed and 3. People only know/care about you as "that doctor who became evil and killed his patients" rather than the millions of years of good service that came before.

What else is there to do but internalize the fact that you'll forever be seen as a monster and a freak, and embrace it? People already see you as a murderer for that blackmail deal you did, so why not become an actual murderer and just start killing people on a whim? People already see you as an irredeemable monster who puts a stain on the Autobot name, so why beg for their forgiveness when you could just shun them back? You've already become a murderer, a traitor, and a horrible doctor, so what's a few more evil acts added to the pile? It's not like anyone will ever forgive you or love you ever again.

Why care? Why try to hold on to your principles of compassion, kindness, medical ethics, when an entire lifetime of being a good person did nothing to save you from blackmail and then abandonment? Why put yourself through the emotional agony of feeling lonely, guilty, miserable, when you could just... stop caring, and not hurt any more?

#squiggposting #pharma apologism #i'm sure the doylist reason for the writing is just that pharma was a designated villain #so since he's a villain and 'crazy' it's fine for everyone even the good guys to treat him like complete trash #i just think from a watsonian perspective taking a sympathetic approach is way more interesting and logically consistent #what i mean is like. from a meta perspective one of the best ways to show that a character is super evil and not worth saving #is when even the good guy heroes. the ones who are supposed to be kind and compassionate and wise. see him as dirt #and this is also kind of a necessity in most plots bc TF is the kind of series that just needs action villains and long-term antagonists #so not every villain is written or has a plot to be made redeemable. and pharma is one of these bc he's not important or a legacy character #so from a doylist (meta) perspective you could read the autobots' disregard of pharma as a sign of #'this guy is not meant to have your sympathy as a reader. pay no attention to him'#but from a watsonian (in universe) perspective it paints a miserable picture of pharma being utterly forsaken by the ppl he served alongsid #and like yeah i'm super autistic about pharma so of course i view him with sympathy but like #the idea of being a loyal and good person for years only to be subjected to a Torment Nexus of #being blackmailed into breaking all of the oaths you held sacred. under threat of you and all your comrades dying horrible torturous deaths #then when your comrades find out about it they focus solely on the 'harvesting organs' and not on the 'blackmail' part #and then you get literally left for dead by your comrades and best friend hating your guts #and then you get rescued by a guy who uses you as a test subject for his evil machine #this is a fucking nightmare scenario like pharma could hardly be suffering more if the author TRIED to make him suffer #and for me it's like. the evil pharma did can't be decontextualized to what drove him to that. as well as the question of like #how easily ppl can write someone off as evil and turn a blind eye to (or even find satisfaction in) their suffering bc theyre evil #and either brought it on themselves or it's just karma paying a visit #like. i feel like if pharma WERE a shitty doctor and a terrible person his whole life then the delphi situation would feel like karma #but the way it's written and the lore retroactively put in makes it feel more pharma getting thrown in a torture carousel #and THEN becoming evil. but then being treated as if he was always evil or was some sort of bad apple #bc like i'm not opposed to LOLing when a villain gets a karmic torture/death related to the wrongs they committed #but in pharma's case it feels less like karma and more like endless torture + being abandoned by ppl who should have been more loyal

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whumblr · 16 days

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"You know what's a shame... Soon, people will not even remember you anymore."

"What's that even supposed to mean?" Whumpee snarled in return, watching with their hands bound behind their back, sitting on their knees as Whumper paced back and forth in front of them.

"I mean, hell, they'll definitely remember you," Whumper continued, ignoring the outburst. "But not in the way you'd want to. Like, how nice you were to them or how much effort you always put into things... how you helped them. Your smile, the twinkle in your eyes, your little preferences, the sound of your voi-- ah, no, wait, they'll definitely remember your voice."

He traced off ominously, a sly grin finally forming on his lips before he carried on.

"Instead, people will look away when your name falls, shudder at the memories the mere mention of you evokes. After a while, they will not even want to think about you. Because the image that comes along with you is too horrible to even think about.

All that you were, it will all be engulfed and you will be so much more. You, my dear, are about to become a warning."

He finally stopped pacing, looked at the stunned Whumpee who finally looked up with fear in their eyes.

"A warning not to mess with me," he said and knelt down in front of them, brushing a lock of hair from their face. "Don't you worry, darling, it's nothing personal."

General whump tag: @firewheeesky @myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19 @whumpawink @painsandconfusion @auroragehenna @chaotic-orphan

#whump #whump drabble #whump writing #angst #captivity #team whump #implied torture #emotional whump #threats #threatening whumper #creepy whumper #my writing #my drabbles

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serickswrites · 2 months

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The Point

Warnings: kidnapping, restraints, threat of torture

"Don't move," Whumper said as they pointed their sword at Whumpee's throat.

Whumpee was seething. They had been running for so long they had thought they would evade Whumper. Whumper proved to be a far more difficult adversary than Whumpee thought. "How did you find me?" Whumpee kept their hands up where Whumper could see them. They didn't want to give Whumper an excuse to hurt them.

Whumper smirked. "You're not hard prey to catch, Whumpee." They tossed a pair of manacles at Whumpee's feet. "Put these on," they ordered.

"And if I refuse?" Whumpee wasn't going to be complicit in their own kidnapping.

Whumper flicked the sword, slicing a lock of hair from Whumpee's head. "I won't miss next time." Whumper placed the sword tip on Whumpee's cheek. "Put these on. Don't make me order you a third time."

Whumpee didn't want to put the manacles on. They didn't want to be restrained and at the mercy of Whumper. They knew what awaited them in Whumper's dungeon. But they also couldn't be stabbed. Whumper would just as soon kill them as wound them. And they needed to buy Caretaker time to find them.

With great trepidation, Whumpee knelt to pick up the manacles. "What are you going to do to me?" They asked as they snapped the manacles into place. The manacles were tight and bruising on their wrists.

"Anything and everything," Whumper said as their eyes darkened. "Anything and everything, Whumpee."

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw kidnapping #tw restraints #tw threat of torture #tw sword #wollemi whump event #wollemi day 4 #prompt: at weapon's point #queue

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 10 months

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They always resort to threats and extortion. It's at this point where they're finally honest about why they believe.

#threats of hell #threats of torture #burn in hell #eternity in hell #extortion #fear of hell #religion #religion is a mental illness

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worstloki · 15 days

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The idea that Thanos/the Other tortured Loki before sending him for the invasion in Avengers 1 is actually so funny. You... damaged your own goods and sent him out for a mission? You... hurt him so bad he’s stumbling and holding his back and expect him to win??

#were they just wildly confident in Loki’s ability to win regardless or #did they genuinely think threats of more torture would have him siding with them as time went on #because they really did possibly beat him up hand him an infinity stone and then send him off #???#that’s such a funny concept

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dealwithadeer · 3 months

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Okay, but imagine Alastor indirectly 'apologizing' to Husk by indirectly 'correcting his threat:

It's during one of Charlies 'exercises' (between episode 5 and 6) and she asks everyone to share something about their life before they got down here. And much to the surprise of everyone, it's Alastor who starts.

He talks about how he used to have a stray cat that came by every now and again to his place. Alastor gave him food and shelter in exchange for the cat getting of all the pesky bugs and sometimes the cat would even leave him a half-dead rodents or birds on his porch. Alastor laughs at the memory. Then, the cat stayed longer and loner because he got sick. Alastor at first thought that he would find some form of entertainment in the struggle and the pain of his stray as the sickness and their age started to mix and made everything worse.

But he did not find anything amusing about it.

So he put his cat out of his misery quickly.

Angel looks worried at Husk thinking that Alastor is subtly threatening Husk. But Husk can't help but feel relived.

#this fandom is actually going to make me start drawing/learn how to draw fanart #because I can actually the scene and Alastors flashback #this is Alastor subtly telling Husk that he does not #wannt to kill and torture him #the threat still stands about Husk telling anyone or making a comment about Alastor being on a leash as well #but he is going to make it quick which is not something his victims usually get #radiohusk #kind of #Husk Hazbin Hotel #Alastor Hazbin Hotel

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vintagexherry · 6 months

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YandereDirector!Miguel O'Hara x Actress!Reader

//Dead dove do not eat,Lying in public, Kidnapping, Fake Death, Mild stockholm syndrome, Lyla being a wingwoman, Heavy Abuse, half drowing, Heavy animal abuse, Animal death, implied sexual abuse.

A/N: 2nd winner of the poll, Have this for awhile while I get busy with school and might not upload TFTD soon

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"She was the kindest person I worked with, she knew what to do and how to do it professionally. We might not have that much time together, but for whatever it's worth, she was truly a unique person..."

Miguel paused for a while, holding back a sob from his throat.

"I wished for Y/N's family and friends my condolences and not to forget my gratitude for bringing up a person like her in this world."

With that, Miguel left the podium with a solemn expression, cameras flashing from left to right. Nosy interviewers pushing up microphones his way, trying to one up each other, hoping their questions will be answered.

That day was grey, gloomy, and depressing. News have found that you have gone missing the past few months and after multiple searches from the government, you were now declared dead.

Some people believe, some don't. Mostly, conspiracies would say that you were still alive, crawling on the ground out of a hole where you were said to be buried alive by some jealous actor. Some would say you got abducted or kidnapped by some crazed fan.

It's still a mystery if either you're dead or alive, disappearing just after your premiere show.

But that's what public only knows.

Miguel enters the backseat of his car on the way to his private mansion in some woods. He let's out a small chuckle.

"Great work out there, big boss"

A woman who seemed to be younger than Miguel sits at the driver's seat, she started the car and drives away, away from cameras, away from people and away from suspecting ears.

"I wIsHed HeR faMiLy mY ConDolOncEs" Lyla mocked as she stopped in the middle of traffic.

"Just drive, Lyla," Miguel huffed, but nonetheless, still happy, he finally got out of that stuffy crowd.

"Whatever you say boss."

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A few minutes passed by, and they finally arrived in a land barricaded by gates and high security cameras and sensors.

The high tall gates opened up to let the car in.

"Were there any distubance with Y/N?" Miguel asks as he leaves the car and goes straight to this house with Lyla closely behind.

"Aside from going to the bathroom and playing with the cat, nothing else seems out of the ordinary."

"...Really?"

"No kicking doors, no attempt to break windows and nothing else. She seems to be adjusting well."

Miguel went silent for a while as they passed by the garden and fountaine, where you and him would (forcefully) walk side by side, that is, until you tried running away.

"That's... Good to hear. Thanks, Lyla."

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"How's your day, dear?" Miguel approaced your form, sitting on the bed, petting your beloved cat and looking out the window.

"Alright......How's... Your speech? Lyla told me you had one"

He almost forgot Lyla would tell you things he currently does, but he's thankful she doesn't go to detail.

"It was nothing special. But other than that, I got you a little something."

He held a in a sigh as you merely looked at the bag by his hand.

He took the bag and landed it on the bed beside your form and looked at you patiently.

You hesitated a bit, He can understand why.

He spoiled you lots and lots thanks to his rising director career, but his gifts can vary a lot. To dresses, to jewellery, up to sex toys, and lingerine.

You remember one time you got gifted a lingerine version of your fictional character suit, and you refused to wear it. Next thing you know, you were forced to be naked for three days. Your usual thick blanket got changed into a much thinner one, rendering it almost useless to the cold temperature Miguel set your room in.

You decided to accept his gifts no matter what they are.

You placed the cat next to you while cautiously grabbing the bag as if it could explode any second.

The moment you opened the bag, you let out a breath of relief.

Inside was a box of necklace, with it, come matching earrings.

"Thought it matched your eyes, mi amor."

"...Yo-you shouldn't have."

"You're right. I shouldn't, but I wanted too, anyway.Why don't you try it on?"

Without waiting your answer, he took the box from you and lifted your hair a bit to place the necklace around you. You held back a shiver when the cold material touched your skin.

When you felt the necklace lock, Miguel took a mirror from the vanity and placed it in front of you, making you see yourself.

"Aren't you stunning?" Miguel smiled as he watched the necklace glimmer.

"Y-yes."

"Now, what do we say?"

"Th-thank you."

Miguel smiled wider.

"Very good, you're learning more and more." He kissed your cheek while you fought back the urge to flinch away.

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Three months ago

"....And cut! You there! One more mistake im cutting you out of this role." Miguel shouted as people flinched from the volume of his voice and the actor mentioned huffed in annoyance.

"Yeah, whatever" He mumbled.

Miguel sighed, a headache soon to rise.

"Call a break, be back at twenty."

With that, everyone left to go to their own places to take a breather and relax for a bit. You did the same while double-checking your script.

You didn't know how many hours it has been, but the repetitive number of mistakes that your co-actor has been doing has really done an effect on you. You understand that actors alike make mistakes, but he keeps forgetting lines, forgetting actions, and sometimes won't listen to cues and signals.

When being called to audition this role, your heart soar with happiness and excitement. Working under Miguel O'Hara is no joke after all. He was strict yet creative with his movies. The number of awards and recognition he earned shows that.

The movie your acting is an action genre, which you had a bit of difficulty at first, especially with fighting choreography, but you're glad that the team was patient all together

Patience doesn't really last that long thought. You just hope that one co actor would get his bearings right since the movie is almost done and editing and finalizing will be left.

You didn't realize twenty minutes were done until one of the staff started calling everyone back.

Finally, your co actor has gotten it right, and the rest of the production went smooth.

Before you know it, the movie is released,watched, and you were invited to an awarding event.

Everyone was having the time of their life. You were sitting at your designated table along side with Miguel with his assistant.

Lyla is the best person you have ever met, funny with a brush of sarcasm. Although as bit pushy with personal questions and it's still nice to talk to someone light.

While you enjoy your glass of champagne, you watch as the speaker on stage makes their speech for the winning actress of the year award.

"...And for this year award, we would like to dedicate this to none other than Y/N L/N!"

Your eyes widen as cheers and applause erupted from the crowd.

You stood up adjusting your dress a bit and shaking the hand of Miguel as you pass by.

You got up the stage and retrieved your award, made your thank you speech, and bowed.

You guess that after all those cracked backs and sleepless nights of acting, It was all worth it in the end.

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It was finally time to relax.

People who have worked in the movie have been invited to Miguel's mansion for a nice and soft after-awards celebration and you were invited.

Miguel has won yet again another award for directing another hit.

The invitation was relayed to you by Lyla, and you have been told it would still be held around eleven pm-ish so people would have time to change into a more comfortable clothing and such.

You thanked Lyla for the message and decided to head home to change out of your dress.

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"Hey, pal!" Lyla greeted you as she opened the door to the mansion.

"Hey Lyla! Sorry if I got a bit late."

"No worries! Your the first one to arrive."

Lyla stepped aside so you could step in. You thanked her as you entered.

You have never been inside Miguel's domain, and to say your shock was an understatement.

His style is more contemporary with a touch of art deco for a bit of colour.

You were mesmerised with the sparkling chandelier, a huge flat tv screen by the wall, and a fireplace under it.

The walls had linings of gold and white, and some renaissance paintings were plastered here and there to give the space more life.

"Impressed? I swear it could use some plants, but Miguel's too edgy for that." Lyla chimed in behind you, and you held in a chuckle since she isn't wrong.

"Why don't you sit by the fireplace while I fetch Miguel?" she suggests as she leads you further into the living room and sits down, relishing the warm heat of the fire.

Lyla smiles at your relaxed state and headed upstairs where you guess Miguel was.

While you wait, you stare by the fire, and you're surprised you got here first. It's not like you're a tardy person, but by now, you expected at least three or four people here already. Then your thoughts drive to Miguel.

Stunning and successfull is all you could say.

You worked under different directors, yet he stood out for some reason. Maybe the way he leads the group with an iron fist or just the way he acts around you.

Your thoughts were cut off by a voice behind you.

"Y/N, nice to see you accepted my invitation. Sorry if I wasn't there to greet you." Miguel greeted as he approaches you, Lyla no where to be seen.

"Mr. O'Hara, Thank you for inviting me." You stood up from your place and gave him a handshake.

"Please, call me Miguel. We're relaxing as of now, why not enjoy it." Miguel shook your hand back, you held back a wince from his grip.

"Why don't we get started with the champagne, while we wait for the others hm?" Miguel suggests and you accepted.

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"... And then, I slammed my headphones on the floor, and it broke."

You and Miguel laughed at his statement.

Both of you were drunk without a care in the world. The other guests never came but none of you could care.

Especially you.

You hiccuped a laugh as you try stabilizing yourself on the couch. Your body feels warm due to the champagne and the fireplace. Two bottles of empty champagne are placed on the coffee table in front of you.

You swear you wouldn't drink much, especially in front of your director, not wanting to look unprofessional, but it seems like both of you got lost in stories and laughter.

"Bet *hic* Lyla talked your ass off for it."

"Oh, you bet." He chuckled, remembering Lyla scolding him as if he was a child who broke a vase.

You laughed again. At this point, you don't know what for. Your head feels light and dizzy, and your vision is wobbly.

Miguel seemed to notice your state and tried to hide his smile. For some, you notice he barely looked drunk, kinda put shames into your "high-tolerance." But your mind wanders, and the more you do, the more you felt like to a deep need to sleep.

"It looks like you enjoyed the champangne too much." Miguel mused, small smile grew on his face.

Some hint of clarity went into you.

"O-oh, my apologies, I-um probably drank your stock." You apologized as he chuckles.

"Nonsense bebita, got more than you could count." He stares into your dazed state and continues. "You know what? I'll call Lyla, you seemed to need help after all those glasses hm?"

"O-oh *hic* Dun't wanna tr-trouble you, sir. I'll uh go *hic* go home. " you said as you put down your half empty glass on the coffee table and held onto the couch, stood up albiet wobbly.

Miguel stood up quickly, but you were to drunk to notice anything.

Next thing you know, you collapsed. The floor or his arms? You don't know.

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".... And make sure the windows are locked."

"Aye aye cap'n"

Your head hurts, your body feels heavy, and your eyes sting from the light from the windows.

The only things you do is realized a comfy and weighted blanket is placed on you and your on a bed you don't recognize.

Your ears could only hear the muffled voices of a man and woman behind the door.

Your eyes roam where it could, and you notice you're in a fancy looking bedroom on a bed that's too big for one person. The windows have curtains on them, but they were opened, making you hiss from the light.

Your head is still dizzy, and you feel like you want to go back to sleep.

But your situation still needs focusing on.

Did you collapse from all that champagne?

Geez, did you sleep in the house of O'hara? god, you hope he isn't mad for needing to take care of your state.

Some sense are finally going back to you, and you decided to sit up with a groan, making the blanket slid of you.

You froze.

This isn't what you were wearing last night.

I mean, who wears a long, spaghetti strap, lacy white night gown to have a drink with your boss?

You panic. Were you still at Miguel's house?

Your questions were answered when the door opened.

There stood Miguel, his eyes automatically landing on you.

"Good. You're awake."

"S-sir?"

"Still calling me that? I thought I told you to call me Miguel?"

You ignored his words as you sat at the edge of the bed.

"I-uh...I...I don't know what happened sir but I apologize for intruding, Im-" You tried speaking, but your words are slurred, your body and mind still processing itself.

"Intruding? Nonsense." Miguel interuppts you, his eyes roam around the long night gown on you. "Seems like I made the right choice for your night gown." He said as he sits beside you on the bed.

You paused.

Was he the one who put this on you?

Signals blare around your head and you try to sit up.

"Si-sir... If I may, I really need to go." Your body finally listens to you as you stand up and try to head towards the door.

You flinched hard when you felt a strong grip on your wrist, stopping you on your tracks.

"What did I just say about calling me Miguel?" His eyes focused on you and you shivered. You really need to go away.

"Si-Miguel... Please, I really need to go."

You pleaded, but your words were ignored, and all Miguel did was pull you closer to him and further from the door.

Your body is now shooting signals left and right your dizziness long forgotten. You tried wriggling your hands out of his grip with all you could muster, Miguel didn't budge a bit and just pulled you into closer to him.

"Don't make this harder." With that he pulled you closer to him one more time before lifting you up and throwing you harshly on the bed.

Air was knocked out of your lungs no matter how soft the matress could be. Fear is going higher and higher in your body, and you're not hearing signals anymore. An entire warning siren rings in your head to get out of here as fast as you could.

What happened last night?

Did you offend him?

Why did he changed your clothes?

Where's your phone?

You didn't have much to think about when the next thing you know was lips roughly pushing agaist your own.

"Mmh!-"

First you got abducted now your forced to kiss your captor.

Your hands automatically tried to push him away by pushing against his chest, but it was futile. His own hands took your wrists away from his chest and pinned down on each side of your head.

He finally let go, and both of you panted from loss of breath.

"Let me g-!"

Your words once again stopped when he kissed you again. This time, it is less rough yet still demanding control.

"I said don't make this harder."

He said as one of his hands gathered both your wrists to be pinned above your head while the other one slid underneath your nightgown to bunch it up to your hips.

"No no nonono please...Miguel I beg you plea-"

"As much as I love you, I'd appreciate it if you shut up for once."

Your words choked up in your throat, following his orders unwillingly. You didn't even realize tears started streaming down your face, soaking the sheets underneath.

Miguel didn't seem to care.

Instead he smiled.

"Good. Atleast you know how to listen."

You tried gulping, but doing so made you choked up even more.

"Shh shh, just calm down."

Yeah...As if that's easy.

His other hand started tracing the lacy patters of your underwear, which you dreadfully realized that was changed too.

You tried wriggling your hips away from him, but that didn't deter him from ripping your underwear off of you.

You painfully yelp from force.

"Shh... Just relax and enjoy the ride hermosa."

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One Month Later.

Life is getting bad and worse the more you spend your time here.

First, you learned Miguel has been planning this for so long since you got recruited to star in his movie. You don't know what that plan contains, but it must have been a really good one since no one is not even the government could find you.

Second, always as permission and opinions from either Lyla or Miguel. One time the both of them went out to attend a meeting. While they were gone, you decided to take a bath by yourself to get rid of the dirty proof you had with Miguel last night. Time must have passed while you were enjoying your alone time since Miguel burst into the bathroom with a deep scowl on his face.

Next thing you know, you were forced under the water of your bath. Water is going in your nose, and bubbles stinging your eyes. Miguel is ranting something, but you don't hear anything due to your fainting consciousness, but Miguel pulled you up before you could even faint and after a few seconds he dunked you again.

Another time was picking clothes. It was finally nighttime, and you wanted something thicker to wear. You saw a cardigan and decided to wear that while you have your usual long, silk night gown underneath.

Miguel came out of the bathroom and paused when he saw what your wearing.

"Dear... What's that? hm?"

You flinched when you heard his voice.

"O-oh umm... Just a cardigan, wanted to be a bit warmer to-today."

He stayed silent for a while until he slowly started approaching you.

You flinched again, Miguel can be unpredictable. Is he gonna shout?.

You don't have time to think when his hands suddenly grab your arm and pulled you into the balcony of your shared room.

"Migue-"

"Warm, huh? Let's see how warm you can be out here without me."

His voice is calm...Eerily calm. But you know better.

He roughly opened the windowed door to the balcony and roughly pushed you into it.

Before you could even think, you heard the door shut behind you and you froze.

Did... Did he just locked you out of here?

"Miguel! Miguel please! Im sorry!!"

You shouted as you banged against the balcony door. You couldn't see anything since Miguel seemed to slide the curtains shut.

After a few minutes, which felt like an hour to you already, you gave up on getting Miguel's attention.

You even thought of jumping off the balcony, but within that height, you're sure you would only end up trying to get up and run on broken bones. You're sure as hell you wouldn't even go that far.

You didn't know when you slept, but your eyes opened to the sun that's just started to rise and Miguel carrying you bridal style back to the bedroom.

You temperature down to yourself and your complexion lighter than usual, your lips and throat dry, your body feels numb, and your temperature surely isn't normal.

You couldn't speak, but Miguel didn't mind and kissed your forehead as he layed you down on the bed.

The warmth of Miguel's body and everything else sent shivers onto you.

Althought your body is reduced to nothing but a shivering piece of meat.

The next time you woke up again, you found every sweater and cardigan disappeared in your closet. With Lyla mocking your choice of clothing is boring anyway.

Finally, third.

Shut up and give what he has to give.

You swear your heart broke everytime you go back to that memory.

Miguel was quote on quote, "feeling generous" that day.

He had his schedule packed and he felt bad for leaving you, sometimes Lyla would accompany you but being his assistant she needs to attend her duties as one.

So he brought you a cat.

You don't remember what you named it but you surely remember you loved it.

Something to call your own.

Something that makes you happy.

You doted on it, fed it, pet it and played with it. It's purrs and meows help you forget the situation your in.

But Miguel is there to remind you.

Miguel noticed your attention is driven away from him to the cat.

That damn cat.

One time, he locked it in a separate room, so he could have his moment with you.

But you would turn away from him, always wondering where the cat is, and if he doesn't answer to your liking you wouldn't let him touch you, Although it doesn't always work, he's getting tired of your attitude.

Next thing you know, he made you sit down all tied up and watch as he beat the helpless cat into a pulp.

You cried as she roughly kicked it to the wall, again and again. You begged him to stop as you listened to the weak call for help of the cat started to dwindle into nothing.

Its eyes were swollen and body bloody and bruised.

Your eyes drifted to Lyla standing by the doorway, and you silently pleaded for her help but it was useless when all she did was sip some soda and watched the beating as if it's a natural occurence.

Your cried even harder when the cat stopped meowing and all you could see was a unmoving lifeless body of the cat you once cherished.

"Next time I see you acting that all lovey dovey to something useless, I'm beating you up next."

With that he untied you from the chair and you quickly scrambled to the floor to gently cradle the dead animal.

Miguel left you to your self.

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Two Months later

You don't know how you're still alive.

Your surprised your internal organs are still working.

Your heart beating.

Your lungs breathing.

Your brain thinking.

Thinking.

Thinking when can you get out.

Miguel practically live in the middle of nowhere, just like those mega-rich people who live in the vast grasslands surrounded by trees and sometimes mountains.

Can you actually get our from here?

Windows?

No.

Hidden cameras surround you more than the paparazzi ever did. They were sometimes annoying, but now you're starting to miss their flashing cameras instead of eerie blinking red dots hidden in drawers or mirrors.

Poisoning him?

No.

Lyla double checks everytime from the ingredients you use to the way you cook them.

Killing yourself?

Not even you have control over your own life anymore.

Miguel practically baby proofed the house for you.

So how...

Maybe never.

All you could do was stare out the window, thinking nothing.

Some drool would slip out of your lips but you didn't care.

You watch the same scenery from the window for the 1000th time. The unchanging grasshills, the migrating birds you would sometimes see and the setting sun and rising moon.

Miguel seemed to deem you unstable. You would cry randomly. You stopped turning away his affection but at what cost?

Maybe he would prefer that instead of you looking out in the middle of no where, thinking nothing.

Your crying outbursts would randomly start, at the shower, in the bed, in the kitchen. You name it.

So maybe going out of the house would help you.

You wordlessly took his hand as he lead you out of the house, watching your reaction or body language the whole time.

It seems he was right. Going outside does help.

Your eyes seem to brighten a fraction.

He didn't even realise he let out a sigh of relief when he watched your eyes look around the massive garden as if it's your first time seeing the color green.

You both roamed around, stopping once or thrice to admire a budding flower or a fluttering butterfly.

Miguel didn't really care for the garden since he didn't have time to roam around and admire what he had already seen for a thousand times already. So maybe it was a bit neglected, bushes are overgrowing and vines seems to spread out more.

He decided that once this little trip is over, he needs to hire a gardener to tend it a bit.

Aside from the view, his enjoying you.

Although he isn't sure which part.

The way your eyes light up more and more as you explored the garden and admiring the fountain.

Or.

The way you didn't let go of his hand the entire time. Maybe he did teach you well after all.

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Three months later

It seems like he saved your mental health from declining if he just lets you go out of the house once in a while.

You even learned how to respond to him.

You learned how to touch him.

To hold him.

To love him...

It was all he could ask for.

It took some time for the police to get off his back for the suspicion he has for kidnapping you (which isn't far from the truth)

He even had to make you hide in a secret room in his stupidly big mansion. You didn't know why you had to hide.

But atleast that got the police searching his house finally leave him be after several meetings and interoggations of him.

He finally can live in peace.

You became so good for him he decided to get you another cat.

This time you knew better and he loved you for it.

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Months gone by, possibly years, but atleast your finally content-ish with your life.

Not happy but tolerable.

You stopped pushing away and just give into his so-called "love"

Although Miguel might not always be happy with your lack of emotions nowadays , at least he has you by his side then his contented.

Miguel, on the other hand, feels joyous, true he doesn't find your lacklustre attitude too nice, but it's also true he has you with him.

With politicians, accusations and the damn police out of his back, he can finally go back to loving you.

And he can finally drop the act.

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A/N: Hope u enjoyed, with this, I will go on a hiatus for while, I am unsure when I can be back since life has been pretty busy. I will also postpone my lastedt series so am sorry for that.

I am still thankful for your endless support.

Have a nice day everyone, ty for understanding

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