#I honestly freaked out when I got you in my askbox

[intothegenshinworld]

Hi Shiro!

I named Wanderer "Shinzo" since it means heart. Though I'd consider renaming him if I find a better name.

Nooo 😭 naming him heart because he always wanted a real heart </3 Honestly? This might be my fav name for him just because of that!!

#✨Shiro; interactions – pyroxeene #Thank you for dropping by and sharing your name for wanderer!! :DD #I honestly freaked out when I got you in my askbox #I keep forgetting I'm in a network now XD #I need to become less awkward fr TvT #((extravert arc in 2023?? mayhaps?)) #ANYWAY!! #I LOVE your works!!! #Tysm for stopping by and sending this ask!! :D

[zendwrotes]

frists years with a boyfriend who is deaf and communicates mainly with sign language.

— First years with a deaf Reader !

⤷ a/n : first request :o . i will try not to disappoint y’all with my poorly writing skills ! requests are open now, come and suggest me your ideas. remember to read guildlines first. please correct me if i made any mistakes in the askbox.

★ characters : ace trappola｜deuce spade｜jack howl｜epel felmier｜sebek zigvolt

“ tags — male reader, signs language, twst, first years x m!reader, reader uses he/they pronouns (mainly he/him). . .

・warnings : fem aligned do not interact.

— at first, ace is kinda confused because you did the signs language to him. he doesn’t know that you’re deaf until crowley said it to him (and the others too.)

— ace did try to translate what are you saying to him through your signs language but he ended up searching it anyways.

— he asked you to show him your voice using the sign language because you can’t hear him speaking out loud obviously.

— yes, you did say to him in your voice. he said it was majestic by the way, and he’s still confusing why didn’t you use your voice to talk to people instead using the signs language as your main.

— however, ace still amazed that your signs language were so beautiful (he means your hands when you’re doing it), he loves the way you try to represent what you’re saying. it makes him chuckled a bit.

— even if he doesn’t understand, you’re still his boyfriend ! he can’t leave you alone by yourself. he loves you very much obviously and will learn the signs language with you as his teacher.

— deuce soon found out that you were doing the signs language all the time ! even he found out that you’re deaf before crowley even announced that.

— he will literally beat anyone who makes fun of your deafness until they faint on the floor like oh great seven. . . i don’t want to talk about the details.

— he can be your translator if you want. you signed him a “yes” and he was very happy about it.

— although he has to memorized the signs, it doesn’t matter about the time as long as it’s for you.

— he will translate what the others are saying to you in signs language after he has done memorized it all.

— he will be around you all the time and invite you to his room to sleep together or do the homeworks. or perhaps learning language with you ? heh, anything you want.

— as a beastman, he can’t fully understand what you’re trying to say through the signs. but he has do researches about it and found out that you’re deaf and your mainly do those signs as your language !

— jack would personally ask you to teach him the signs language so that he can understand what you’re saying to him.

— after all, you’re his boyfriend, he won’t let anyone make fun of you. not only because of your deafness but everything about you.

— honestly, deuce and jack can be a good duo taking care of you. jack can be your personal translator too. if you want of course.

— he also will do anything that’s silly so that you will laugh. he likes it when you use your beautiful voice to chuckle, laugh, giggle, say, anything that your voice can do.

— he used to say “i love you” to you using the signs language by the way. you found that’s kind of adorable for a beastman like him.

— boy, epel would literally freak out at first when he knew that you’re deaf ! but don’t worry, he doesn’t freak out in a weird way. he’s just too surprise when he heard that.

— epel would use his body language to tell you what he wants to say instead. however, he still learns the signs language, with you ! as his personal teacher.

— you’re his boyfriend ? he’s fully and forever ready to got into his manly side just to beat whoever said that your signs language is funny.

— you said in your voice once to him, and now he told you to say something with your voice everyday (of course he asked you in signs language). but also he wants to make sure that you aren’t annoyed by this.

— he might try to find a way to cure your deafness. he asks crewel, trein, sam, literally anyone that know how to get rid of the deafness. he never give up though, and you’re kinda worry for him instead of yourself.

— he will never leave your side if you need help with translate. the teacher wants you to bring something to other place ? he translated it to you and helped you with the things.

— sebek is loud. everyone knows that obviously. but when he said in caps in front of you, he felt weird because you just tilted your head at him and asked what is he saying.

— agh. . . he didn’t know you are deaf. he sorry you multiple times and you forgave him. it’s not really a big deal to you when someone didn’t know you are deaf.

— sebek would try to learn the signs language with you. although he can’t understand what is it but you’re his boyfriend ! he’ll never ever give up learning or memorizing these just for you.

— you said “i love you” in the signs language to him and he somehow understood that. he literally remembers the way you do it until now.

— sebek loves to compliment your voice over and over again. he did ask you why didn’t you use your voice more often but you said it was your personal reason and he understands.

— as a guard for malleus of course he can’t be around with you as much as he could but he has tried to find some free time to check up on you.

final note ／ it was 3:00am when i have done writing this bro. . . but my poorly writing skills are still that auegh. hope you enjoy anyways, take care of yourself.

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#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x male reader #twisted wonderland x male reader #twst first years #twst first years x male reader #ace trappola x male reader #deuce spade x male reader #jack how x male reader #epel felmier x male reader #sebek zigvolt x male reader

[lightwing-s]

the idea of food vlogger is because i want to dote jason with delicious food... and i feel like he and both reader would enjoyed being cared for, also, it would warm the batfam knowing theres someone to care for jason when he still hesitate to totally allow himself to be part of the family and let them care for him🥹🥹

for reader's part, there is someone who will appreciate them instead of taking them for goods. my idea for readers backstory is that she dont feel fitted in her high class family, like she has a sister and a younger brother who succeeds in many while she just... you know. cooking and baking and alcohol at first serve as a distraction, then it becomes other taking her love language for granted, then it became a fight, a big break away from home for college as well, a content maker for while of escapism, a job, somewhere in between...

i think how reader meets jason is when she notices her new neighbor seldom out always hiding (past!arkham knight -> red hood) and never seems to eat. and she always make lot of food as she tends to let herself follow the flows even though she cant possibly eat up. so. she left it on jasons doorstep and a note by saying a brief hello. jason at first of course was skeptical but still eat it since hes highly tolerant to drugs and who would honestly left food that is wrapped nicely in a lunchbox at someone's doorstep lol. aftet times, he would find out reader bank account and bank in a few hundred dollars and wouldn't take no for answer. (he did not include fancy dinnerware or cutlery set as well) reader... well, didn't expect it but she did need money and it also mean she can use the set to make more food for her strangely nice, grumpy neighbor.

jason and reader after sometimes both want to know more on each other. but didn't do so as afraid to freak each other. it just happen in a point when jason about to head out (buying gifts for reader) and he saw reader putting a batch of freshy baked cookies and milk on his doorstep. and... his first word is... "really? cookies and milk? what are you, a santa?" reader blink eyes, "um. no. just in mood for it... do you still want it?" jason faceplams, "about that, come in first..."

and that's how they meet! this is what i had in mind though, i would die to know how you think they would meet!! (write this i beg you honor🫂🫂!!) (seriously gonna stop myself being so talkative on askbox lol😹)

You had just moved from your hometown, family and life in general just not feeling right to stick around any longer. A new city, a new place, a new job, a fresh start. That was all you needed and things had been going… fine. Just a tidy bit lonely. 

You’d often find yourself sitting by your window and watching people roam around in your street and at the small park just in front of your building. That’s when you first noticed your quiet and quite strange neighbor, making their way in very early in the morning and looking like someone who had just put on an all nighter. And then, you started a ritual of watching him arrive every morning before going to work, and leave just as you’d return.

Mrs. Dawson from downstairs would tell you how she’d never see him bring anyone or anything around, even food. So, you decided to be a kind neighbor and just, you know, feed him. He lived on your floor, and you could just wait to hand it to him once he came home. But weirdly, that day he didn’t show up at his usual time and just decided that the next best option was to leave it at his door. So, you looked at the metal lunch box sitting on his door mat and just felt… odd.

So, you hurried up inside your apartment and got a pen and a post-it block with the intention of writing him a note. You just didn’t count on not knowing what to write at all, ending up with a ‘hi’ and an awkwardly drawn smiley face.

You did it for a few days, unsure if he was even the one taking the lunch boxes away, but finding them emptied out by your door every night. One day, he sneaked in a one hundred dollar bill that you kindly slipped under his door. But then, you’d wake up to the same bill thrown under your door, and the same thing would happen every time you tried to sneak it under his. You didn’t need his money. You weren’t doing it for that anyway.

You just liked it, and even prepared a full meal plan for him with every tiny bit of information you managed to get from his life, which really wasn’t much. You used it as content for your channel, and people would wonder who the hell you made that food for, as you couldn’t just eat it all by yourself. They swore you must have had a boyfriend.

It was sunday, and it was raining heavily and you were out of ideas of what to make that day (and out of food in your pantry as you didn’t have the time to go to the supermarket recently), so you decided to bake your comfort food: cookies. After a few batches were done, you put them in a box with a ribbon on top, and even got some warm milk in a glass bottle to go along, and headed to his front door. 

You were just putting it there, making sure to position it nicely, when a grave voice nearly made your heart jump out his chest.

“Really? Cookies and milk? It’s not even Christmas yet.” You turned to find your neighbor, the one you’d been feeding for the past month and who you hadn’t noticed looked this hot, standing right in front of you, jacket hood over his head, and said jacket dripping water on the wooden floor. You didn’t know how to or what to reply, and just stood there for a while until you noticed his eyebrow go up.

“Uhm… no? I was just in the mood for it, and it was kind of the only ingredients I had at home… Do you still want it?” you asked, unsure of what to expect next.

Jason, on the other hand, mentally slapped himself for sounding so rude to you, especially after your cooking had been the only decent source of food he’d been getting in a while. Instant ramen and fast food orders were just not it. “No! Of course I want them.” he hurried to get the cookie box, immediately opening it and stuffing a cookie in his mouth. It was delicious as usual, and he even rolled his eyes as the taste filled his tongue. “Sorry for my lack of manners,” he said, mouth still stuffed. “Your food has been the highlight of my days these past few weeks.” 

Upon his words, you felt the heat burning up your cheeks and instinctively looked at your feet. “I wished I could’ve made a real meal, I was just out of ingredients and…”

“It’s perfect!” he interrupted you, thinking that whatever you were going to say would be plain stupid. Anything you made him was enough, and he was so thankful for your meals he couldn’t even put them into words. “But if you want to make something else, for the both of us, I have a few things inside I think you could work up a meal.” he said with uncertainty, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

Recounting everything you still had at home, you gave him a shy smile, still not certain where to look, but managing to get a glimpse of his own shy smile and puppy eyes. “I’m sure I could figure something out.” You said, and entered his apartment as he held the door open for you. The two of you cooking together your first meal of many more to come.

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a/n: don't you ever stop being talkative in my inbox, missy! I loved this. I love just creating backstories for my characters and usually not writing the story lmao, so i feel you (i’ve been obsessing with ghost riley from cod and i just had to make my own oc recently lol). and now i'm heading to bed because it's 2 am and i have to wake up at 6am. but writing again made me feel so great tonight, thank you to you all and hopefully i'll see you soon.

#miss potato #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd blurb #jason todd #jason todd fluff #jason todd x you #jason todd x yn #food vlogger reader

[onippep]

After

And I was just thinking, like, I actually don't know that much about you. And I admit I haven't been very open or, like, talkative to you about your interests or anything like that, because you're...

(Because I'm like you?)

Yeah, it's like, a preconceived notion that because you're some sorta replica of me, we're gonna have the same interests or whatever, and that's your whole thing. And it's not. It's not fair of me to think of you like that.

(I don't blame you for that, though. Honestly. My existence isn't exactly a one-sentence deal.)

No one's is.

Croak! (Not my point. B-but...) [chuckles]

Lost your point, didn't ya. It's not that big of a deal, anyway.

(Give yourself some credit, Peppino, I think you've done a very good job at caring about me and what I do. Just in different ways than you may be used to.)

Well-- yeah. It's the least that I owe you.

(Your care is not owed. There's no cycle to feed; my affection already has its unconditional catalyst.)

Stop gettin' philosophical with me, demon! Sheesh. I'm trying to be sweet here.

...

...Er.

Hmm!~

WHAT!

(If you want to be sweet, try actually flirting.)

Is that a challenge? Alright. I can flirt. And no, it's not croaking, I've already learned my lesson from that.

RrRRRrrrrrHRHRHHRRHHHRRR!~ (Sorry!)

[Sighing] OKAY. So. "Cutie". Uh. You come here often? Nice suit. You look nice. Handsome even. Yep. Uh huh. Wow, tall too. Double whammy. You know, everyone's taller than me, and that's fine. I like havin' a tall nasty frog to care for me all the time. Oh and the WAAAY you SNUGGLE on up to me at night; fantastic. A+. Like a weird oversized housecat. And you know just what food I like and the shows I like and how I prepare my coffee in the morning when I don't have enough time to do that before opening the store and you carry me when I'm too exhausted and you cook for me and listen to me when I gotta just yell about shit and--

[Has dissolved onto the floor]

--Ah- Oni! [laughs] Hey! Come on! [reaching into the goop] Come ooon. Is that all it takes?? That was nothing! Get back up here, you coward!

(Your face is red.)

It's-- always red! And I'm sorta tipsy! [wheezes]

(I DUNNO HOW TO TAKE THIS RIGHT NOW. ARE YOU STILL PLAYING ALONG OR NOT.)

[stops] Hhah, wh-- playing along? [flabberghasted] Nah nah nah, hey...! I agreed to come out here because I wanted to-- like... humour it! Try it! Not just because I was feelin' bad, you know?

[slowly reforming] MMmmn?... (You're. Serious?)

Y-yeah! I think...! Hah..!

RRRRBBRBBVBVVBWW. VBRVVB... S-- SO DO. UM. (DO YOU--)

Do I whaaat! [grabbing at him] Speak to meee! [chuckling]

(YOU'RE. THIS. IS. THIS IS ACTUALLY A DATE.)

Yes! YES IT IS! IT'S A DATE! I'm on a date with you!

[ugly frog shrieking]

AAHHAHAHA...!! Jeez! What was THAT?!

(Wh-what's with the change of heart?? A-and there was the whole hiding it from your family thing--)

BECAUSE I DUNNO WHAT I FEEL YET! AND-- AND BEING HERE, WITH YOU AND GUSTAVO N' BRICK, and just having so much fun, I feel like I can finally-- think! And not have some fuckin' weirdos watching me from that askbox! Or my family breathing at me! It's-- it's wild! I'M FREAKING OUT! I'M FREAKIN' OUT ONI HOLD ME--

A--BBBUHH?? [gripping him]

IT'S-- IT'S NOT. ANYTHING SERIOUS OR DECISION-MAKING TONIGHT. I JUST. WANNA DO THINGS WITHOUT-- FEELING SHAME. So just. Hold me. Alright?

O-OKAY. RRRRRR.

Everything's gonna go back to routine tomorrow, and who knows what's gonna happen. [chuckles] I don't even wanna go. I just wanna stand here.

Rrrrr... (Can you... explain a little more why you're a little... hesitant about me?)

Ah... jeez, lemme... see if I can word it right. I... have a real hard time letting people in. You see how I live. I haven't even seen Gustavo since before our window got broken. I never have people over. I don't even like talking to customers that much.

(You've gotten better at it. I wouldn't say you have gone back in such a thing, just hitting a wave where it is more difficult than usual.)

Maybe you know me more than I thought. Either way, I... I've never really been a fan of dating. Just in general. All that romance-y garbage hasn't ever worked out for me. It's like a storybook moreso than a reality. Doesn't work the way I do. It's too... strict. Closed. Weird. Ruins friendships. I've lost some good men and women to dumb shit that either I've done or they've done. It crumbles too fast and doesn't feel worth it.

(Is... forging a bond like I have in mind considered... dating?)

I dunno. Is it?

(What you're describing sounds... torturous. Nothing like what I have in mind.)

Is that so. Mind tellin' me what you have in mind, then?

Croak-- MMf-- It-- RIBBIT RIBBIT RIBBIT RIBBIT RIBBIT--

Aye, aye! Hey! [squishing his cheeks] Easy! One word at a time. Let's hear it.

RIBBIT. RIBBIT. RIBBIT. RI-- RIb--ribbit... (It's... it's... almost the same as what... we have now. Just... returned?)

That's it?

???

You're telling me this "bond" thing you've been wanting is just, what we kinda do already, but with me "returning" it? Like-- like how?

(LIKE. L-LIKE. IF. LIKE.) [sticks his tongue out]

I already "do the deed" with you.

NO NO-- [leans in, gently licks his cheek] TH-- (I DON'T KNOW THE WORD FOR IT.)

Kissing. You're thinking of kissing--

(YEAH KISSING.)

... [ponders]

HHHNNNN. HHHHHHHHH. HHHHHHN..?

... [gum click] Wow. That, uh, changes some things, actually. And here I was thinking you wanted some sort of enchanted frog prince and princess fantasy bullshit. That's what the askbox tries to make it out as, anyway.

(I'll be honest, I'm not 100% acquainted with the more mortal and human structures of that whole concept. I don't enjoy what you've told me so far.)

[more nodding]... Huh.

...

Well, uh, I got some things to think about now. [chuckles] Lotta. Things.

(Please don't let this ruin anything.)

I won't! I won't. Just forgive me if it takes a while. Heh. We gotta go into work tomorrow, and focus on that, yadda yadda... I'm gonna be a little private about it.

(Shy about it.)

Yeah. [rolls his eyes, smirking]

...

You look so nervous. Hey.

It's okay. Remember what we've gone over.

(R-REMIND ME...)

We'll see what this is. Together. Got it?

(Y-YEAH... yeah... you'resocloserightnowI'mreally--I--)

[smirks]

...

Sorry. Even with some drinks in me I still can't seem to kiss you. [chuckles]

(You tease.)

Just kidding.

#;pepperoni #;pizzaplot #;colomba #;oni speaks #;peppino speaks #suggestive cw #<--only for offhand mention again #long post // #((the slow burn continues........................... #((have some food yall... #;snapshots

[anantaru]

IMPORTANT, this is going to be long (re. complaining about writers/quality of fics):

i‘m going to touch on that subject just this once (the people who follow me know i normally dislike any form of discourse strongly) because of numerous asks i got about a post that has being going around regarding the "current" genshin writers content being lazy and bluntly said, bad.

i‘m not going to link the post here because i don‘t want to give that person any attention at all since i‘m pretty sure that‘s the only thing they‘re trying to achieve. In my honest opinion they sounded pretty desperate, as if they’re mad their works don’t get enough votes etc. Also the fact they said stuff like that on a spam account??? i suppose they were scared of posting it on their real account which is plain embarrassing and literally blows my mind. Their wording kinda looked familiar to me too which freaks me even more out and makes me want to softblock every single person because i‘m just plain scared of being mutuals with a piece of dirt like that. more under the cut.

so what they pointed out was that most writers re-use adjectives and that most posts sound like they‘re coming out of a factory. When i got that post of them sent into my askbox i read through it and i felt heavily targetted since i post a lot and focus more on headcanons which are naturally shorter. I‘m going to say this once:

-> i, yoru, in no way think i‘m a SUPER DUPER talented writer with outstanding skills etc. like i never ever said that. People who follow me know exactly that i only write for funsies and because i‘m bored. I have huge respect and admiration for writers who write longer fics that are like 10k+ words long like jesus, you guys fucking rock! i could never because i prefer writing headcanons and i‘m not the best at writing things which need build up which is again, totally okay!

i don‘t have to be good at this, for fucks sake this is tumblr, we‘re all just a bunch of people on this platform who‘re horny for that 2d dick and just write our thoughts out and have fun thirsting over them, or at least that‘s what i thought so.

when i write, i do it because i love it, i might be bored or even horny and type out what i‘m thinking about at the moment and once i‘m done i feel a huge seratonin boost, i love writing. I don‘t care if you like my stuff or not, quite frankly you can just block my account. It‘s sad to see that so many adults on here are the most immature bunch i have seen in my entire life it‘s honestly concerning.

you‘re a grown adult, why do you care about what another person writes? Like jesus fucking christ get a life, why are you so pressed. Honestly when i read that person‘s post i bursted out laughing at first, they sounded so desperate for attention and likes/votes whatever which they probably don‘t get on their fics lolol. They weren‘t even saying that from their real account, but from a shitposting one which only implies on how fucking embarrassing their ass is.

not to mention that they even said "some writers might buy interactions on their posts" bruh what? do you even listen to yourself. How dare you just disregard someone‘s work like that. You claim you‘re a writer yourself yet the way you‘re acting just implies you‘re an awful human being with no morals or anything else. Get a fucking life, leave writers alone and let them write whatever their heart desires, it‘s not that deep so stop making it deep.

in the end i‘m just speechless and weirded out, if i softblock any of my moots its because i‘m growing paranoid, the fact that their wording kinda looked similar as if i‘ve seen it before is freaking me out so fucking much.

before i leave this one last thing -> If you got a problem with a writer, BLOCK THEM.

#tw discourse #one and only time i‘m addressing this shitshow #this whole thing is embarrassing and stupid #just leave me and other writers alone and let us write what we want

[amiharana]

25 for the revalink prompts? Bonus for not the gerudo outfit

(ask game from here)

part two of You Guys Have the Same Brainworm in my Askbox. but aw darn ya got me anon!!! truthfully, if you want me to write this in canon, i'm not sure what other armor sets would incite the same sort of fluster the prompt implies? like i have a zelda wiki open on the botw armor page and i'm going through it like Hm. Not sexy enough. KJDFHJKDHF but i still wanna write this one in canon so we're gonna take the non-horny route on the definition of 'flustered' instead LMAO

👔 25. Link dresses up just to try and get Revali flustered.

"why in the name of the goddess do you have so much clothing?" revali grumbles, crossing his arms. he's sitting in the middle of their shared roost, surrounded by piles of link's collection of armor, growing more and more as the blond continues warping them out of the sheikah slate. how much could that little contraption hold?

"well, i didn't mean to get this much," link says, tapping at the slate. he holds one of his hands out and in the next second, a pair of opal earrings materializes out of blue light in his palm. "at first, it was just out of necessity. you know zelda left me with only one set of shirt and pants when i woke up? it was way too small and that shit had probably been molding for a hundred years."

he places the earrings on the table with the other jewelry he's pulled out of the slate so far. "i mean, thankfully i found some better pants on the great plateau, but i threw that shirt away as soon as i got to hateno. there's definitely some freak in akkala who got ahold of it somehow, though..."

"and then you just kept buying more?" revali says, peering at one of the piles. why did he have so many of the same green tunic?

"in my defense, i just found some of the stuff lying around hyrule!" link replies, raising both of his hands up in surrender. "but the stealth set is really useful, and the snowquill armor is my favorite of all of my armor." he smiles fondly at revali, and the rito can't help but melt a little bit under his songbird's gaze. "and i look really good in the gerudo top and sirwal." link wiggles his eyebrows at revali, his smile growing mischievous. "wanna see?"

warmth coils under revali's cheek feathers, but he wills it away as best as he can. "maybe another time, when you haven't made an actual nest out of our home," he mutters, looking away.

as he does, one of the armor pieces catches his attention. it's designed with glowing swirls of orange and dots of blue, reminiscent of ancient sheikah technology. "what's this one?" revali says, pulling the piece towards himself. the shoulder ridges sort of remind him of the crest of medoh's head...

link follows his gaze and hums. "that one's the ancient cuirass," he says. "you're supposed to wear it with the greaves over here—" link reaches over to a piece of the other side of revali, revealing matching pants. "and also the helm, but uh... the headpiece is honestly kinda goofy, so i just wear the diamond circlet because it's prettier."

he reaches back towards the table to find the circlet and places it on the head. link then places his hands under his chin and slightly turns his face to the side. "don't i make a prettier princess than zelda like this?"

revali snorts. "sure." he turns back to the cuirass. the orange glow honestly reminds him too much of windblight; the swirling patterns are too similar and he fights down a shiver. he has to remind himself that the sheikah technology had existed prior to the influence of ganon and that it was always meant to be used for good. "what does the helm look like?"

link giggles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "well, uh, here's the one i bought from robbie..." he taps at the sheikah slate and something that looks vaguely like the head of a guardian materializes and drops in link's lap. he holds it up towards revali, grinning in a way that looks more like a grimace.

revali blinks once and then his eyes widen, staring in disbelief at the headpiece. "what... in hylia's name is that," he says taking the helm from link. at closer inspection, the glowing blue circles dotting the circumference of the helm are reminiscent of guardian eyes, or like windblight's. revali shivers this time; he decides he doesn't like the helm at all.

link laughs again nervously. "yeah, like i said, it looks goofy and i feel really silly wearing it..." he trails off, looking away before perking up again. "oh! i have other ancient helms that you might like better than this one."

"robbie made more?" revali says, looking up at link.

the blond shakes his head, tapping at the slate again. "nah, he only made that one, and these ones..." he pauses, chewing on his lip. "um... would you believe me if told you these ones fell out of the sky after i defeated the ganon blights?"

revali blinks once slowly and stares at link, searching his face for any hint of mischief. the only expression on his little jewel's face is hesitance and wariness. "and how exactly would they have done that?"

"dunno, i couldn't explain it even if i tried," link says, shrugging. he taps at the sheikah slate again and another helm materializes from blue light, dropping in the blond's lap. but this time, revali's eyes widen. "i have four of these ones and they all look like—"

"what the hell?" revali exclaims. "how— what— where did you—?!" it feels like every feather on revali's body has risen, standing straight up. he probably looks ridiculous right now, but every part of his body is flushing warm with a feeling he can't put a name to. the helm looks like exactly like medoh's head, or perhaps more accurately, a smaller version of it.

link stares at him, frozen in place holding the helm. "uh... like i said, it kinda just... fell out of the sky after i beat windblight..." chewing on his lip, he slowly holds the helm out to revali. "do you wanna...?

revali just stares at the headpiece with wide eyes for a moment. how did link even get a hold of this? it was supposed to be... slowly and warily, revali takes the helm from link and turns it over in his hands until he's looking at it head-on. it really looks just like medoh.

"you said it fell out of the sky," he murmurs, running the tip of a feathered finger over the ridges of the helm, "but why... why was it given to you... and how did it get to you if..." he trails off, finally speechless.

"if what?" link says softly, trying to prompt revali to continue.

"this is the divine helm of medoh," revali says, his voice quiet. "it's supposed to be a treasure gifted to the one who controls medoh. and as her champion, this was gifted to me back then. i lost it during the awakening of the calamity and after windblight took over..." revali resists the urge to tremble. "i don't know what happened to it. how it came to be in your hands is..."

"i don't know either," link says. "i don't know why it was given to me either. i have other helms that look like the heads of the other divine beasts, too. if that one was yours, then i guess those helms belong to the other champions. i should give them back..." the blond fidgets. "do you... want yours back? it's not like i use it that much anyway. it's just been sitting in the slate collecting dust— i mean, if it could collect dust in there, i don't know how it's stored—"

"it's fine," revali cuts him off, his voice soft. he's still staring at the helm. "just keep it with you for now. the role of the champions and the use of the divine beasts is obsolete now, with ganon sealed away. i wouldn't have a use for it either."

"are you sure?" link murmurs. revali looks back at him and his precious little jewel's eyes are wide and shining. revali doesn't know if it's possible to love a person more than what he feels for link in this moment.

"yes, i'm sure, songbird," he replies and hands the helm back. "it will probably be safer with you in the sheikah slate as well. you'll take good care of it, right?"

"of course," link responds immediately. "it's yours, of course i will." he turns back to the sheikah slate and taps at it again. in seconds, the helm dematerializes in blue light, presumably back into the slate. revali wonders then how anything is stored in there; is it an endlessly sheikah-blue space, floating forever in a void inaccessible from this world?

then, link sets the slate off to the side and crawls forward into revali's lap, wrapping his arms around revali's neck. like clockwork, the rito responds by wrapping his own arms around link's waist and holding him flush against his own body.

"i'm sorry," link blurts suddenly.

revali raises a brow. "what for?"

"that i had the helm. i should have realized that it would probably be yours."

revali snorts. "it was, in the past. i'm not sure i'm worthy enough to have it now, failing my role as a champion and no longer being required as one. you don't need to suffer any feathers over it, snowdrop."

"i guess..." link shifts in his hold so that the side of his head rests on revali's shoulder and he faces revali's neck. "but you are worthy. you're always worthy of it, 'vali, even if we don't need champions anymore. i love you, you know that, right?"

"i do," the rito responds softly. "and i love you as well, much more than you could ever fathom, songbird. thank you." he hears link hum, a content noise against his throat. they sit like that, wrapped in each other's embrace quietly for a couple moments until link speaks again.

"wanna see me in the gerudo fit now?"

"link—"

#revalink #loz #botw #loz botw #legend of zelda #ask #ask game #amihan's revalinkverse #the sheikah slate is a clown car and link is its driver #slate anon i love you if you're out there #i used some creative liberty with this prompt sorry that revali was flustered for only like 0.2 seconds n it probably was not what u meant #i feel like the ending is messy 😭 i wanted to demonstrate link being really attentive to revali's pride possibly being hurt #they both have very complex feelings about their previous role as champions and the perception of being a hero/warrior #as people who both failed to fulfill that role during the calamity the helm may serve as a testament to that failure #WELL ANYWAYS. #revali be like how the FUCK did you get this. this is MINE #link is like look shawty i don't know either it came to me in a vision #no you know what i DO like how this turned out #one thing about me is i want to explore the narrative reasons for why anything ever occurs the way it does in the botw world #BUT THE ACTUAL ENDING LINES HEHEHHEHEHDKJHFSJKDF #revali agrees that link Does look very nice in it hehe

[dogtoling]

Do you ever get tired, or annoyed, of these questions? Because I can sit here and come up with more questions all day, and watch you answer them. I can slow down, or stop if you like. Just want to know if this is bugging you.

Besides Splatoon, any other games you like?

Side thought: I feel like games like Splatoon break the immersive lore by calling everything "ink". It's a trap that games like Pokemon fall into, where Pokemon has everything starting with Poke. By calling so much stuff "ink" or stuff like that, you break the immersion. Do you really think that Inklings would name everything starting with ink? Or Splat. No, they wouldn't. That would be as weird as humans calling everything "human" or something. It just doesn't make sense. Inkopolis, Inkadia, Splatsville, and more.

No I don't really, I like excuses to write essays. The only time asks get on my nerves is when people come to my askbox to try and use me as a publisher for their own completely unrelated theories, in which case MY GOD, get out of MY ASK BOX and just go post it on your OWN BLOG. I think this is just a general PSA at this point for people thinking of sending asks... before you send an ask, take a moment to think if it's actually a QUESTION, if it's something i'm likely to be able to answer, and if the answer to both of those is "no", ask yourself why you're sending it. I don't mind the occasional non-question asks, but sometimes there's just stuff that's like... what am I supposed to say about that? And it might just get the delete treatment. I don't really like saying this stuff because I don't want to discourage people from sending asks (because I like receiving them and seeing people's thoughts!), but there's been numerous times before where I've gotten an ask that's got like nothing to even do with me and could've easily been a reply or an original post! But as far as asks go, I don't mind as long as it's... actually an ASK most of the time. It usually makes my day seeing an ask notification, actually, so no, I don't really mind repeat asks. In fact I'd even encourage them if my previous reply raised more questions.

As for game series, I like Pokemon (regrettably), although scarlet and violet were incredibly disappointing to me and I played the game for like... a week. I don't see myself going back to it honestly lol. But Pokemon is definitely my second-largest interest. Battling is my least favorite part of it. I just really like creatures. I DON'T like the inconsistent (or hard to decipher, rather) worldbuilding and for that reason, I haven't bothered making content about it. (But I am part of some PMD groups on other sites...) I like Zelda a lot but I wouldn't call it something I'm REEEAALLY into. Twilight Princess is my favorite, I've only really played 3D Zeldas... I like them, but my GOD the timeline is a freaking mess and I can't be assed to get into the details of the world and lore (there's a lot) so I also don't do zelda content, lol. It's something I enjoy occasionally whenever a new game comes out, but Tears of the Kingdom hasn't sold me so far, to be fair. I'll still buy it and I'm sure I'll love it, but what the hell, man. I already spent 300 hours exploring every single inch of Hyrule in BotW, I hope the main objective isn't exploration again. Other than those two it's mostly smaller games, and I don't really play a lot of games, honestly. Night in the Woods continues to be one of my all-time favorites over stellar characters, a really immersive story, gorgeous art and music. Like I can't think of a single thing I don't like about it except how it will trigger an existential crisis literally every time (which is also the point). It's like the one singular indie game I would say I'm "into", I've played (VERY FEW) other indie games in my time, but pretty much all of them have been a case of "ok cool" and moving on. Night in the Woods tho? Every time the end of the year comes around I WILL think about it and probably play it. Obviously Minecraft is on this list and it might honestly be the best game of all time, but I can barely consider it a game because it's so much more than that, lol. With that being said though I CANNOT be assed to actually play it myself almost ever due to how time-consuming it is (and also building is really hard lol). But honestly? If I had to pick only one game to play for the rest of my life it'd be Minecraft and that's not even a contest... that game can be anything you want it to be!

Splatoon's naming conventions. True, they are, um... unique. I don't think they break the immersion though, depending on what brand you're immersed in. For Splatoon as the funny game it sets itself up to be, it's perfectly in line - I find some of the weirder stuff breaking my immersion VERY OFTEN but that is solely because I build my image of the Splatoon world to be much less cartoony than it actually is, and then you get sucker punched by the silly elements that are just normalized. I think in Splatoon's case (at least with Inkling societies) ink- and splat- are just one of those cultural naming conventions that isn't strange at all in-universe because they're like, used to it. I do wish the localization team got even a little more creative with their naming of places, though... the one good thing I can say is that it makes it really easy to come up with authentic-sounding place names if you're coming up with original locations. Just slap "ink" on it and it's done.

#mailbox

[muertawrites]

hi again! saw my name (my emoji? you get it) being mentioned in one of your posts and i shall return to your askbox <3

that idea of eddie liking their girl a little unhinged + the whole thing with cheerleader!reader got me thinking of what makes me like that idea so much. i wouldn’t describe myself as feral, and my high school experience definitely didn’t revolve around that whole hierarchy that involves cheerleaders and “freaks” and all of that (maybe that’s just because i’m not american? lmao) so I was never seen as a “freak” or as anything really cause that wasn’t a thing in my school (although bullying definitely happened at some point, so in a way I was seen as bookworm/outcast even if it wasn’t in that extension?) but i do come from a very problematic religious upbringing and getting out of that made me go through the “being villainized” experience. that’s what really got me into eddie’s plotline, the idea that he’s just normal guy, living his life in a way that he wants to, and people tend to see him as the devil himself for not living accordingly to their beliefs, that was the most relatable part for me, eddie isn’t this freakish demon that corrupts innocent girls, he’s just a guy!!! living his life!! and it kinda bothers me when he’s described so.

anyway. that was a lot of thoughts huh. maybe i’m over sharing! but I do think eddie would want someone that he feels comfortable in expressing himself. it sucks being around people that makes you question and/or give up your interests and passions in life, i wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy, and i definitely wouldn’t wish that on eddie, that boy deserves someone that loves him with every one of his interests. and I’d fucking love to read tolkien to him!! (oh my god that was so long i’m sorry!!) - 🕊

oh dude good for you for breaking away from that. religion can be hard to get out of and it's super badass that you were able to do what's best for you. definitely something to be proud of.

and YEAH like?? eddie's just some guy?? doing his thing and not hurting anyone?? god forbid it be different from what everyone else does (which americans have serious problems with). all these girlies who see him as someone hell bent on corrupting the innocent missed the point in it's entirety.

ohhhh god eddie would love to read and be read to. that big softie will go to the library and check out books specifically for you to read to each other. if there's a favorite book of yours that he hasn't read he'll insist you read it to him ("because you'll tell it best babe"). if you haven't read any tolkein? he's pulling out every copy he owns and reading all of them to you. he honestly doesn't even care if you get into them he just likes having you close and spending time with you and the fact that you're willing to share his interests with him <3

#🕊anon #eddie munson

[lesbianyosano]

manifesting Fukufuku dying in each others arms -> I am losing it slowly anyway thoughts on the newest chapter?

this has been sitting in my askbox since september and im really sorry anwsering took so long, but ive been trying to articulate how the last few chapters/last episode made me feel and im still not sure, because there have been so many bizzare choices made by both asagiri and the ppl behind the anime i still cant wrap my head around it fully (this got stupid long sorry)

starting with fukuzawa, i made a post a while back talking abt how i was assuming he was going to die/why it'd make a lot of sense, and there were really two main reasons for that; 1. he hasnt had anything interesting to offer for the story for a while and 2. his ability actively stops other important characters (mainly atsushi and kyouka) from further developement. the first thing is now gone which im pretty happy with! i love fukuzawa a lot so it's nice to see him finally have a purpose in the main story and im excited to see where it will go (also fukufuku you will always be famous to me <3333333), but the issue of his ability is still very much here. ive seen ppl theorize that all men are equal is just him lying and there is no ability but i honest to god would hate that, bc it would seem like such a shallow twist. atsushi's conflict with the tiger is central to his character so if it suddenly got revealed that a huge reason why he's even capable of using his power is just placebo "believe in yourself" bullshit i think i'd tear my own hair out. so im still thinking fukuzawa may get killed at some point, esp with the position he's been put into now and how much he seems to not want it.

and as for the "chuuya was never a vampire" fiasco, i honestly have no words, it was so unbelievably bad. ik there's been a ton of posts about how "its actually good" bc fyodor's death was caused by his inability to trust, and dazai's belief in his allies is what put him at an advantage, which is nice yeah, but it doesnt change how fucking stupid of a plan that was. if their goal is to kill fyodor, why not do it in that flooded room? fyodor escapes solely bc chuuya gets him out but if he was concious the entire time why not just leave him there? why continue to pretend? im usually not a huge fan of getting angry over plot holes when the narrative and themes are whats more important, but this is just so blantantly stupid. it feels like asagiri just wanted a plot twist for a plot twist's sake. mersault in general is so poorly constructed as an arc (dazai communicating via his heartbeat,,,, give me a break) but at least you'd hope it would end in a way that makes you excuse all of that, and then it doesn't. i think this post sums up how i feel about this than i ever could

and the fact that its december and we are STILL behind the fucking anime asagiri be so for real. it's easy to see now that the constant half chapters and short releases were a deliberate choice to have the anime catch up which i dont love, but fine, whatever. but now??? what the point of half releases? these chapters have been ready for a long time, and there's no way asagiri and the editors and whoever else is involved arent aware of how frustrated the readers have been for years now. the only explanation i can think of is that maybe the manga will have a different arc conclusion and ctheyre trying to idk, make it seem like we're following the anime closely? idk this shit is so stupid

overall this past arc or two have been bad, there are some elements that make them enjoyable still, but there is no theme consistency and overreliance on cliff hangers (that ppl still somehow buy). it feels like there are no stakes to the story, and that's really bad. maybe it's why i was hoping for fukuzawa to be killed alongside fukuchi idk, it'd finally feel like something is changing

on a brief positive note i quite enjoyed fyodors death, weird catholic freak, ofc nikolai is cradling your arm like this. i was a little suprised to see fyodor killed just yet (bc he always needed to die for the story to be able to wrap up eventually), but given the jesus quote, he may as well come back in some way tbh

#and then there the bsd anime sucks issue #s5 in particular but i think its in huge part bc it seems to have been rushed #like dazai leaving mersault with no blood on his clothes/suddenly walking with no issue #and again. so sorry for not anwsering for months im really bad at running a blog #ask

[nanjokei]

oh the freaks got your askbox. pathetic lol. don't let them get you down

it happens. honestly what mystifies me the most is backing out of the "not being mean just asking" stance when i didn't reply immediately. tbh responding to this kind of stuff is not my favorite thing to do cuz i'm not really a PR person and i probably won't give the best response that satisfies what i am trying to get across, and i also get way in over my head and say cringey things, but man. MAN.

i only heard secondhand tales a long time ago but, apparently the fans on twitter are similarly strange and confrontational, so i was a little mentally prepared somewhat for it to blow up in my face. hope whoever sent me that ask is doing something else and not occupying their mind with my existence especially over such a non-issue. i'm about tapped out already myself

#ask #anonymous

[shoot-of-corruption]

I fucking love, *LOOOVE* your Yami Marik ❤️‍🔥☠️💛🥹

I LOVE that he is introspective, seems to always have something interesting or witty going on in his head or to say, love that he is expressive

I freaking love the way you write. It feels very easy to get sucked into the writing

I LOVE the little details you add to everything and the effort you put in. Even in a simple ask!

I love it when rpers add non verbal stuff or small details that give a character life. It makes a HUGE difference (to me, at least)

And I honestly feel bad for not liking posts, but I don't want to clog your notifs. And I think I want to stay hiddenish (for now, at least) ^_^"

Here are all the hearts I owe you, lol:

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Oh, I also LOVE how chatty you are in ooc tags. That also makes a huge difference too, to me at least

There's probably stuff I'm forgetting to say, honestly

In summary: You are awesome, your Marik is awesome, please keep doing what you're doing 🥲

... I think, I just died a little 🥺

You have no business being this adorable in my askbox. HOW DARE YOU.

Thank you so much Anon, omg... I had no idea!! Firstly, wow you took so much time out of your day to tell me this in great detail and not only am I shocked you did that, but my day just got infinitely better.

Secondly, while I get the lurking need and I definitely don't want to force people to show their colors, I want to tell you, that I refuse to discriminate anybody and or hate them, so, whenever you feel ready I will probably come in your ask, blushing like an idiot and tell you that you are cute as fuck.

Thirdly reblogs, likes, asks and excessive asks or things like that will NEVER annoy me. Everybody likes to be seen and whenever I see people reblog stuff or like it, or ask me about it, it's like, simply hanging out and talking to friends. All I'd ever ask, is that you don't reblog threads or reply to them unprompted. That is literally all and it is because management of threads has become impossible on here x'D.

Thank you for speaking up today. You deserve all the good stuff and you made me completely speechless for a moment.

THANK. YOU.

#ooc #wow #lovely anon #this gets saved #you can bet your butt on that #anonymous positivity #i'm not blushing you are!!

[hertzwritings]

And they were roommates, chapter 2

A/N: The fact that the roommates trope is so beloved by you guys just makes me SO FREAKING EXCITED. This is a commissioned piece by @thelastpyle​ and I’m honestly in love with how this is turning out. I hope you guys’ll love it as much as I do!

If you wanted a personalized drabble, one-shot or multichapter fic, you can buy me a coffee here – anything is yours for the taking, whatever you have of ideas, characters, names, looks – the world is your oyster!

Love y’all. Remember, feedback feeds the soul and my requests – and askbox – are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me and I have none.

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Pairing: Roommate AU Henry Cavill x Plus Sized!Female reader

Contains: fluff, language, a smidge of angst, mentions of medical trauma, mentions of blood, mentions of broken bones, mentions of panic attacks, Henry being an absolutely CAKED UP BEEFY HIMBO

W.C.: 2.677

 Ain’t it fun

It had been actually pretty fun and equally relaxing to live with Henry and the giant bear he called his dog. With his help, you had managed to set up your room in record time, and despite it not fitting in to the interior at all, Henry insisted that your old, battered and heavy couch now had a permanent place in his office. You had argued about it for about an hour, until you conceded.

You were now sitting on the floor of the living room (the best place to study, in your opinion) with several books, notes and flyaway papers sprawled around you, biting down on your pencil. Your eyes hurt from reading, and despite knowing that reading glasses might be a relief to your eyes, you wanted nothing to do with them. You weren’t that old yet. Kal was lounging next to you, your hand embedded in his soft fur, keeping you somewhat grounded. At least the soft fur made sure you weren’t throwing papers around you in pure agony. Kal was a breathing stress-ball at this point.

It had surprised Henry – and you, if you were honest – how quickly Kal took a liking to you. You had barely been in the apartment, you now shared with Henry for two hours before Kal nonchalantly strutted into your room, nudged your leg with his nose and jumped on your bed to lick your face. Thus, a friendship was born – he was pretty much attached to your hip now, lounging around when you were doing homework, following in your heels whenever you cooked (although you suspected it was more because you were messy in the kitchen, and he took full advantage of that), rested outside your door at night and was the first to greet you when you woke up and when you came home from work. Which led you to here – Kal next to you, Henry away on a shoot, and your face buried in medical articles, scoresheets, textbooks and a heap of pictures of different medical trauma. You groaned and let your forehead hit the paper in front of you. You could not put the picture with the words to describe the injury; not that you didn’t know it, but it was like your brain had overloaded and decided to just cop at the worst fucking moment.

The front door opened at the same time as you barked out a string of expletives ended with shit-dicking-ballsucker-smooth-brain, and you were met with a chuckle and a rustle of plastic bags. You looked up at had to bite back a groan.

Henry stood in the doorway to the living room, holding to large take-away bags up in his hands and he was covered in fake blood. Clearly, he didn’t wait to get the makeup off, which suited you just fine – it wasn’t a crime to look at your roommate, who just so happened to be very attractive. Kal whined happily and quickly got to his feet, jumping up and down in front of Henry, who placed the bags on the small side-table next to him and bent down to cuddle Kal. You sat up as well, groaning as your back protested, and smiled at Henry. “Deep in, huh?” He asked, pointing to the plethora of papers and books around you. “Yup. My brain decided to fry itself, so…” You gestured with your hands. “Hungry?” You frowned at him and got to your feet. “You can’t keep buying food for the both of us, Henry. I’m perfectly capable of doing it myself.” You said and grabbed the bags to take the kitchen. He followed you with a smile. “Well, I just want to thank you for looking after Kal. You refuse to stop paying rent, I have to make it up to you sometime.” He said, leaning against the counter. You sighed.

You had refused to stop the rent, though he had asked plenty of times in the month you’d been living with him. You didn’t know why you were being so hard-headed about it, because honestly, you could use the money on a bunch of other things, but it felt too much like taking advantage of him and his kindness. He considered you friends, and friends help friends, and I have plenty of money, Y/N, he told you the last time you straight out refused. He had taken to just buying everything else instead. Food? He bought it. You were out of shampoo? He saw it before you did, replacing the bottle. You had come home a few days ago with a pair of brand new, perfectly aligned and wonderful shoes, because you had resorted to taping your own with duct tape, and he had seen it. You were beginning to worry he might just buy anything to “repay” you for looking after Kal, which you didn’t want him to. You liked spending time with Kal – and Henry – and it filled a void, you didn’t realize you had in you until after it was filled.

You used to be lonely.

You handed a beer to Henry, who took it gratefully and began unpacking the various boxes of food. “You know you’re not feeding a football-team, right?” He rolled his eyes, pulling the fourth box out. “Soccer, Y/N. Soccer.” You sighed. “Again? We’re back on this discussion again?” You couldn’t help but smile – your banter with him was becoming one of your favorite things of your day. In a totally friendly and very platonic way, of course. He laughed and unpacked five more boxes of food. “Dig in. You’ve got a shift today, right?” He asked, grabbing a plate and cutlery and began stacking his plate mile high with different food. Sometimes you wondered if his metabolism was a medical mystery, because the amount of food this man ate, while keeping himself in shape should not be possible at all. You took the plate, he handed you and began loading it with food as well, nodding. “Yup. You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. “Although I should stay home and study, honestly.” “Oh! I actually found something for you, hang on…” He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and scrolled through something, until he beamed at you. “The makeup-artist recommended it. She thinks you might be able to use it for something.” He said with a smile, and handed you his phone. You blushed a little – the thought that he was talking about you at work, made you feel tingly. “it’s an app. I’ve noticed how angry you get when you can’t find the proper term for an injury.” You stared at his phone, where the name Figure1 stood white on black on his notes. You looked up at him. “Henry…” “It’s something a lot of doctors’ use, apparently. And makeup artists, but let’s leave that at that. They upload casefiles and pictures and explain what’s going on and the proper course of action with it.” “Thank you. You really didn’t have to do that.” You said, finding the app on your own phone – it would be a lifesaver for cramming-time. He shrugged but had a slight tint to his cheeks. “No worries. You’re just scary when you’re angry.” You laughed. “Where’s your shift today?” He asked, taking a sip of his beer. “E.R today.” You answered happily, stabbing an eggroll with your fork.   “Oof.” He smiled at you. “Sounds rough.” You shrugged. “It’s not half bad, honestly. Besides, it’s Wednesday, there isn’t a lot of action on a normal-ass weekday.”

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If you had a narrator of your life, that would have been the moment of a freezeframe and a deep voice going and that’s where you’re wrong, bitch – because you were very fucking wrong. The Wednesday didn’t go at all like you expected, really. No, instead of the random tummy-ache and maybe a few broken bones, there had been a fucking influx of strange diseases (a toe fell of in the middle of the lobby), random pukes (made you change five times in a row) and lastly, a pile-up in the middle of the highway, which gave way to several things.

One being some gnarly wounds and traumas. You had seen two full deglovings, that went all the way up to the shoulder, one leg, where the femur had broken through the skin, several shattered eye sockets and a plethora of other injuries, that were bad enough to lead to number two:

You were having a massive panic-attack. Huddled in a corner of the supply closet in the blood-bank, hands shaking, and legs numb, you were huddled, avoiding the new traumas coming in. The worst part was, that you actually really, really wanted to be there and to help the people who came through, but it was just all too much right now. Too much pain, too much blood, too many I’m sorry’s and it tore a piece of you out every time. The one who got you to cower in a corner was a small boy, no more than 8 years old, who was crying for his mom, a shard of glass embedded in his thigh. You couldn’t deal with it at all.

“Y/N?” A soft voice reached you, and you managed to focus your eyes and ears through the blurry fuzziness of your brain to your chief of staff, who knelt down in front of you, looking like he was approaching a wounded animal. “I’ll be good to go soon, I just needed…” You trailed off. “It brough you back, didn’t it?” he asked softly. You just nodded, not really ready to elaborate. He understood anyway, you saw the concern and sympathy in his eyes. “Your shift is over in an hour. Go home, Y/N.” “I’m serious, I’ll be fine in just a minute.” He shook his head. “No. Maybe you will, but I’m not going to push you through this, you need a break. I know it’s hard, and you’re not even in your residency yet, so go home.” You took his outstretched hand. “I can’t…” you swallowed thickly. “I’m not going to be able to drive.” You whispered, your hands shaking in his. “You have someone you can call?” And weirdly, you did. You nodded. He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “We all have these days, Y/N. I promise you, every single doctor here has been in a corner of some supply closet somewhere in the hospital, when we got overwhelmed. It’s natural, and you have a lot more to deal with than most of us had.” He said empathically. You lifted an eyebrow, feeling the knots in your stomach slowly untangle. “Even Roberts?” You asked. He widened his eyes theatrically. “No, that woman is a robot.” He led you to your locker and sent you a final smile before letting you gather your things. Alex, who was a new resident stood next to you with an overbearing smile. “So, boss let you off easy today?” He asked with a sneer. “What, boss told you that you suck ass, and that’s why you’re here?” You asked, not even looking at him as you fumbled to find your phone. “Shut up. I did fucking great work today. You’re a teacher’s pet and don’t have to work as hard as the rest of us.” He said with a low, fake chuckle. You closed your locker, pulled your bag on your shoulder and sent him the sweetest smile you could muster. “At least I know how to reset a shoulder. I don’t have to do it three times.” You left him gaping behind you and rushed out of the building, breathing in the cool night air before finding Henry’s number in your phone and calling. “’Ello?” He sounded sleepy. “Fuck, sorry, did I wake you?” You heard something rustle in the background on his end. “No, it’s fine, I just dozed off.” Lies. “What’s the matter?” “Uhm, I… Oh, my God, this is so stupid, but could you maybe pick me up?” You prayed to anyone who’d listen that he didn’t ask why. “Yeah, of course. Hang tight.”

He showed up within fifteen minutes and you gratefully, although with a sinking heart, got inside the car. He turned to face you. “Are you okay?” You nodded, biting your lip. If you spoke, tears would come, and you weren’t ready for that. He didn’t ask more, but just began driving. After a few minutes, your heart was in your throat and your knuckles were white with effort as you gripped the seat under you with deathly force. “Please, can you… C-can you slow down?” you asked timidly. He glanced at you but nodded as he saw how you looked – if you had checked, you’d had seen he wasn’t going more than 40. “Sure.” He didn’t ask anything else, but just drove slowly to your shared home.

You exhaled gratefully as you stepped inside and toed your shoes off, the familiar scent of the apartment washing over you. It felt cleansing almost. Henry just stepped around you and went to the kitchen, where he put the kettle on, before coming to you again. His eyes were worried, and he held his hands in front of him, almost as if he wanted to reach out and touch you. His face was clean of fake blood, you realized. “I’m f-fine.” You mumbled. Your voice was stuttering, and you trembled a little. Fucking, stupid body, betraying you like that. “Can I touch you?” He asked softly. You weren’t really aware of his question but nodded anyway. He slowly and carefully stepped closer, until you were face to face with his broad chest, and then his arms wrapped around you. You sucked in a sharp breath as they tightened around you, squeezing you gently; it was the first time you had hugged, or even done more than accidentally touch, and it felt nice. He smelled sort of like a forest in the morning, leaves still covered in dew and clean linens. You exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding and let yourself fall into the embrace. When you did, he tightened the grip further and rested his chin on top of your head – and that’s where you stood until the kettle began whistling. He disentangled himself from you and smiled down at you, before almost jogging to the kitchen – he returned with a cup of steaming something and guided you to the couch.

“Want to talk about it?” He asked in a hushed voice, handing you the cup. It was peppermint tea. You shook your head. “No, I, uh… Just a really hard shift, is all.” He nodded and glanced at the tv. “Uhm… Why did you hug me?” You asked in a small voice. He smiled at you. “Er… well, every time I had panic attack, my mum used to do it. She said the squeezing grounded me.” He said, a faint blush on his cheeks. “And I just wanted you to feel a little better, really. You don’t have to talk about it, just know I’m here, if you want.” You swallowed a lump, that had suddenly appeared in your throat. “Thank you. Really.” You replied and tried to pull your phone out – your hands still shook, and you watched as your phone flew under the heavy, granite table in the middle of the living room. You groaned and your shoulders slumped. “I’ll get it.” Henry said and you were about to protest, when he lifted the fucking table with a single hand. Not fully off the floor, but enough for you to see the floor underneath it and he did it with one hand. Your throat was dry as he handed you your phone after brushing it off.

“Want to watch something stupid to get your mind off of things?” He asked. “No. But I do want to play Mario Kart.” You said with the faintest smile on your lips, ignoring the flutter of butterfly-wings in your stomach.

He handed you a controller without another word.

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[alexas-fandom-and-random-blog]

Give me 10 reasons you ship Strixxie

Ohohohooo! You don't come to my askbox drop this and expect me not to go ballistic I hope!

You asked for it so you shall receive!

1) Aesthetic!

Yeah really. They look so good together. Striker is hot, Moxxie is a cutie. The height difference. Their whole similar but also very different design.

It's just pleasing to the eye 🤩 Plus I got a thing for demons and tails and there are so many ways that's been showcased in fanart I'm quite the happy shipper here 😊

2) Protagonist/Antagonist.

Almost all of my obsessive ships have had this dynamic. I don't know why I'm so drawn to it but I am. Crazy potential for witty dialogue and forbidden sexual tension in that category too. I thrive in this problematic shit!

3) I’m onto you.

The ship ticks this one more special box for me of a charismatic villain playing the entire cast even for a little while but there's that one smart person from the group that sees through their act and antagonizes them from the very beginning. Moxxie was onto Striker's bullshit from the moment he started talking to him.

Like look at him giving funny looks here

“Wtf? No touchie. Who gave you permission?”

“Is something off with this guy? I can’t put my finger on it..”

Acting stubborn right after and wanting to prove himself might have been for petty reasons, insecurity and everyone giving him shit but his “instant dislike” (to quote Moxxie himself) for Striker didn’t openly start before this point. Which brings me to:

4) Mutual antagonism.

 Again right after this we get this sequence (sorry for bad quality)

Striker hasn’t truly provoked anyone up until this point. He’s been passive aggressive towards Millie and playing dumb on not knowing what freelance is(yeah right). He’s been very respectful to Blitzo and I believe these are some genuine emotions as he recognizes him like someone similar to him and then there’s this.

Moxxie starts challenging him. He processes it in for a moment and then we get the first nasty quick smile from him and a glimpse of his true colors as he becomes openly antagonistic. Now it’s a game, and not only does he want to play and win, he revels in the challenge. He knowingly pushes for it further afterwards.

“Don’t worry little one. You never stood a chance.”

Still playing his act, showing off and provoking all at once, with double meanings in his words attached. Nasty ass fucker I love him!

And of course Moxxie isn’t one to back down easily. I love the fact that Striker is the one who brings this quality of his out so prominently.

Like look at my sassy boy (old edit of mine)

And also love the crazy smile Striker gives as a response to this. And proceeds to provoke him even further without caring much about the gun or that he’s at a disadvantage and cornered by him and Blitzo at the moment.

It’s not plain anger. There is glee in it too.

Like he wants this challenge to go on even if it gets dangerous for him. Winning the game is more important than safety at the moment.

5) Nemesis stuff going on, recognized by canon.

This one kinda ties with the previous ones but its also something that gives me content and it’s awesome! Like this

and also the freaking title card of the episode itself. To quote some things I’ve said about it before:

Millie is looking at Moxxie concerned and a bit confused.

Blitzo is smiling obliviously at Striker.

Moxxie and Striker are the only ones openly antagonizing each other here!

Striker's hand goes above Blitzo's head and reaches for Moxxie.

It's not subtle.

And honestly Blitzo has enough nemesis already. Moxxie deserves one of his own!

6) Things in common.

Other than pleasing aesthetic both are smart, capable on their profession and as mentioned before antagonistic. It’s one of the reason Moxxie doesn’t buy his bullshit. Also they have common knowledge, gun expertise and being in the same wavelength in their thoughts.

 It’s ominous when Striker cuts off Moxxie when he’s accusing him of the real reason of having the gun but it’s also fascinating how they basically complete the thought process of each other. Moxxie stutters but keeps up with it and Striker doesn’t correct anything. If anything he looks pleased that his plan is being recognized for what it is before going for the throat.

7) “Complementing” opposites.

Sooo many!

Good Guy/Villain

City boy/Cowboy

Refined/Crude

Honest/Liar

Sentimental/Cold bloodied and Calculating

Moral Code/Very much lacking

Physical Strength/ Lack of

Confident/ Insecure

Close range combat/ Fighting mostly from a distance

Robust/Agile

Playboy/Faithful and simping for his girl only

Smooth talker/Awkward

The list goes oooon.

8) Fluff potential.

The whole I can fix him angle. Or reluctant gravitation towards a certain quality of the other since they are opposites in so many ways. Teaching the beast to love, supporting the unrecognized badass assassin Hell seems to constantly belittle. Go batshit crazy or reel it back and be happy. There are many possible scenarios.

9) Dark potential.

I’m a fan of both so this ship really speaks to me. I don’t think I need to say much here. Their whole entire one on one battle is deliciously just that. Anxiously problematic and heart-stopping. From Striker’s sadism and obvious hard on he gets from preying on Mox to how physical and dangerous it got, the first real oppressive scary thing to happen on the series.

It was a threat for Moxxie but still a game for Striker and a way to prove his dominance. Lots can be done with that.

10) Oh damn ten already? I could go on but lets wrap it up.

Striker’s essentially villain, vain, pay-attention-to-me, song specifically dissing and having Moxxie’s name in it. I love shit like that!

Freaking yikes!

😂😂😂

#ask answered #anon #strixxie #meta #helluva boss #helluva boss striker #helluva boss moxxie #long post #alexia posts

[holdmyhopeinyourhands]

J*s abused Max too, and to say that Max not distancing himself from his dad more is a failure of character or is another reason to hate him is pretty fucked up and is comparable to blaming someone for not leaving their abuser. Hate Max for other reasons and hate J*s as much as you want (we all should), but weaponizing how awful his dad is as another failing of Max’s is not a good look.

What in the.... do you people not read the entire discussion before you spew bullshit? No one said it's failing on his part. The anon was making a comparison to how a former driver recently said Lewis should distance himself from Toto because Toto was mad about abu dhabi and the anon was saying how everyone always nitpick at Lewis and the people that care about him and tell him to distance himself from them but never extend the same effort to anyone else. I made a similar comparison saying how people want Lewis to retire because he's quote unquote done enough but no one ever told Kimi or Nando the same thing. That doesn't mean I am saying Nando and Kimi need to retire just pointing out the hypocrisy and double standards. So (in the nicest term I can put this) reading comprehension. Please learn some reading comprehension and try reading the discussion that resulted in that ask before you start throwing accusations around. And if you knew anything about me you'd know how I've been extemely vocal about not using j*s abuse against mv0 from the very moment I got into f1 all the way up to freaking abu dhabi and even about journalists who consistently try and paint mv0 talent as something his abusive dad somehow gave him instead of mv0 being talented driver all on his own despite his father's abusive tendencies. But of course you don't know any of that because you thought jumping down my throat at the first opportune moment to defend your fav from accusations no one lobbied against him would make you vindicated when it honestly just makes you look like all the other mv0 rabbit fans who've never read anything and instead just rant at me to make themselves feel better. Leave me alone. Stop coming into my askbox and touch some grass. I'm tired of mv0 fans who lack reading comprehension trying to call me out. You're all annoying as hell and I don't want to deal with you. Now shuu. Leave.

#mv0 #anti mv0 fans #God y'all need to learn how to read #ask #anon #tag not tagged #longpost

[evesbeve]

Hey there, you said your ask box was open for Justin Min's whole thing? I guess I just slept through the whole thing, honestly - could you just go over a gist of everything that happened? I get that it seems like a PR team didn't know how to use twitter (which, mood) and f-ed things up for him, but what were they "cleaning up" in the first place, who's Anna what did they do that warranted such a bizarre thread from the PR team, etc...? 😳

Hey! Okay so this is going to be a lot, so buckle up.

Right off the bat, I just want to say that Justin isn’t cancelled. The situation has been mostly resolved right now (more on that later).

So around a week ago, Justin Min started deleting his replies to fans. Depending on whether you’re on Twitter or not, you might know that Justin is one of the most interactive people of the cast. He knows a lot of fans by name, he has inside jokes with us, and he just interacts a lot with his fanbase. So you can imagine why him suddenly starting to delete his replies was a bit upsetting. There was nothing we could do about it though.

And suddenly, two days ago, Justin deactivated his account out of nowhere, which caused all kinds of drama to go down.

People started pointing the finger at specific accounts saying it was their fault that Justin deactivated (don’t even get me started on that logic; why a grown-ass adult deactivate because of a few teenagers is above me, it literally made no sense), even sending death threats. Others suspected that he got suspended because Twitter’s algorithm saw all these tweets get deleted and was like “welp, bot time.” Long story short, lots of misinformation was going around.

And then out of the blue, Justin’s account was reactivated, and he made a thread directed at Anna.

Now, who is Anna? Anna is a stan on twitter, whose @ I won’t be sharing for privacy, but here’s how they’re relevant in this:

Remember when I mentioned the inside jokes? Well, one of them was between a fan called Matt and Justin. Matt kept commenting on Justin’s tweets asking him to say trans rights. On the one year anniversary of Matt asking Justin to say trans rights, Justin finally said it. Then, Matt made a poll asking other stans what he should have Justin say next, and lesbian rights won.

Around a month ago, Matt replied to one of Justin’s tweets, and Justin responded with something along the lines of “haha, i know this is just an attempt to get me to say lesbian rights,” referencing the inside joke. People started commenting that the way he phrased it was a bit :/ so then he replied to his own tweet with something like “well, i’ll delete this before i get cancelled,” and that’s when things spiraled.

[id: Justin Min’s tweet #1: i see that you are trying to butter me up to say lesbian rights, nice try, matt. nice try.

Justin Min’s tweet #2: oh, here we go. this is an inside joke between myself and matt, if you’ve been a part o fthis fandom for more than a few weeks. but alas, i will have to delete this now before i’m cancelled by the end of the day. keep loving, everyone.]

Lesbians get spoken over and looked down upon not only by straight people, but also the LGBT community. So when Justin tweeted that, lesbians were like “this sounds as if you care more about your own self image rather than our community.” Then, non-lesbians got involved and started either a) calling Justin lesbophobic (which lesbians never did) or b) blindly defending Justin and saying he did nothing wrong.

(Side note: I am not a lesbian, and I’m not trying to speak over lesbians in this situation. But I did talk about this to some of my friends who are lesbians, and they told me that what Justin did wasn’t as big of a deal as Twitter made it out to be. These are their words, not mine. All I know is that it was definitely not bad-intentioned, just a huge misunderstanding.)

Anyway, Anna made a thread explaining to Justin why him defending himself came out as harmful towards the lesbian community, and then Justin apologised and that was it.

Which brings us back to yesterday (26/9/2020).

Everyone is freaking out, posting misinformation, panicking. I don’t exactly,,, know how, but the #justinminisoverparty hashtag started being used for actual hate towards Justin for deactivating, and some people (including Anna, though I think their tweet was in the context of a joke? please take this with a grain of salt though. update: it was in the context of a joke) mentioned that Justin is a lesbophobe.

A few hours later, Justin reactivated his account, tagged Anna, and said this (though it was actually his PR team, more on that later):

[id: Justin’s Tweet: @ [redacted] quickly jumping back on here from my twt break because i’m receiving messages that you’re continuing to spread misinformation, so i want to clarify.]

[id: Justin’s Tweets: 1. all of my interactions with you were deleted because of the need to set clear boundaries due to the fact that your incessant messages and replies from multiple accounts over the last several months were veering into stalking/harassment.

2. for someone who appears to pride themselves on reminding their friends/followers on a daily basis to be careful of the language they use on this app, you seem to be fine with flippantly labeling someone as homophobic/lesbophobic as if they’re cute little adjectives to give to someone, not realizing that such labels have real-life consequences.]

[id: Justin’s Tweets: 3. also noting here than in your original thread, you stated that you neither considered me nor my words to actually be lesbophobic, so a bit confused as to why your story has suddenly changed.

4. i realize you’re young, so i’m genuinely hoping you use this opportunity to learn and grow andbe a little more mindful the next time you decide to tweet.]

The next twenty minutes were pure chaos. Justin deactivated again, everyone started freaking out because that was very out of character for him. People were cancelling him because this could have easily been resolved in DMs, or tweeted without the mention of Anna (a minor) from a mainstream Twitter account.

And then, Justin Min DMed another fan on Instagram (her name is Em) about the situation.

Who is Em? For starters, I’d like to say that I personally know Em and that she’s one of my best friends. I’ve known her for more than a year now, and I can personally vouch for her. Everything that she posted is 100% true (if you want the thread where she posts proof of the DMs, please send me a different ask because I’m scared tumblr will not post this in the tag if I include it here).

The reason Justin DMed her out of all people is because he also kinda knows her? As I mentioned, Justin interacts with us on Twitter a lot, and Em is the one person he’s responded to the most, so he knows who she is. (He’s tagged her more times than other cast members, at least before all his tweets were deleted by his PR team.)

Anyway, this is what Em tweeted:

[id: Em’s tweets: please read this !!!

justin dmed me on instagram and basically the gist of it is that he hired a pr team and they tweeted the thread at anna without knowing everyone could see it. all of the tweets being deleted/ him deactivating was also them.]

Below is the image Em attached to the tweet:

[id: Justin’s DM to Em: hey. this is justin. i’m just hearing about what’s happening on twitter right now. for context, i was asked to work with a team of people to “clean up” my twitter in the past few weeks. they’ve taken the liberty of deleting a bunch of my responses and posts in order to safeguard me (whatever that means) as well as deactivating my account to comb through other things.i believe they accidentally sent anna a message and mistakenly believed the function for her to comment only would mean that she would be the only one to see it as well. needless to say, i’m no longer working with this team and want to personally apologize to her. do you know any way i can get into contact with her?]

And then, in a follow-up tweet:

[id: Em’s text at Justin: sorry for dming you again. is there any other way i can help? i just feel really bad about this whole thing and i know how quickly this stuff can spread if it’s not taken care of

Justin’s text: i mean, i guess you can share the information i’ve given you? it’ll take a bit of time for me to take back ownership on everything as i sever ties with that team, so maybe the sooner the better people know.

Em’s text: okay ! is it okay if i tweet a screenshot

Justin’s text: sure.]

Then Justin’s account got reactivated an hour ago (almost 24hs after Em’s tweets), and he tweeted this:

[id: Justin’s tweet: hi. it’s me. thank you for all your messages. this has been an incredibly tough week for me on multiple fronts. some things you might already be aware of; many other things you don’t know about.asking for a bit of privacy as i take sometime to unplug. hoping to be back soon.]

And that’s all, I think? There’s lots we don’t know about what happened yet, so please please please try not to spread misinformation. This is a stressful situation for us on Twitter, and especially for Justin, and misinformation going around is the last thing we need right now.

tl;dr: Justin Min hired a PR Team that started deleting all of his tweets and deactivated his account. Misinformation started spreading, people started cancelling Justin for no reason. The PR Team decided to respond to Anna, made the response public, deactivated again. Justin DMed Em and explained the situation, and an hour ago, he reactivated and said he’s taking a small break to sort things out.

If anyone has any other questions/clarifications, my askbox is open! Hope this shed some light on the situation <3

UPDATE 28/9/2020: Justin has DMed and apologised to Anna for the situation, and Anna has accepted the apology. Anna posted all of it on their account, but again, if you want a link, send me an ask!

#im gonna go to bed now so ill respond to any follow-up asks tomorrow #i hope this made sense #ask #anon #evelina nonesense #the umbrella academy #tua #tua cast #justin min #justin h min #justin h. min #ben #ben hargreeves #tua ben #the horror #tw: drama

[thattimdrakeguy]

How do you deal with so many people giving you shit all the time? It feels like every couple weeks you gotta deal with some chump tryna be a stick up your ass cuz they're butthurt that you don't like the same shit as them.

The eventual realization that I am above them, and my sometimes forgotten belief that I feel like everyone deep inside has the ability to not be crushed below toxicity. It’s just hard for some cause we aren’t as healthy as others.

Like, man, I am a really mentally unhealthy person, and I have honestly probably been way too open and up front about that, but ya know, when sometimes all you got is a blog and a journal doesn’t do much for ya, a person does really stupid things.

I’m a big fat idiot a lot. I’m very smart at comics and all that, but anything else and I’m an absolute dunce. I can’t read people well, I can’t drive, sometimes I feel like I can barely read cause of my dyslexia, I have such a hard time paying attention to people in conversation that the other person sometimes has to repeat nearly everything cause I blank out so often, and I’m also a really fragile person, which is another thing not good to be obvious about, but in my idiocy I’ve made that plenty obvious. Like I’ve been decently openly suicidal for a while now even if I don’t see a point in talking about it a lot.

But deep inside this vulnerable, sad, scared, boy is someone who is confident about himself. I like my face, my voice, who I am (occasionally), what I know, how talented I can be. And I can talk myself up a storm until I seem arrogant, but I can be very contrasting. But ya know, if we were all the same we wouldn’t have very interesting conversation.

And I just have to realize things, when ever I can get away from the negatives thoughts, stop and think about the real world. Touch some grass again, and look into the unfortunately currently gray sky. Think about the bad stuff that’s happened that actually matters. Like my family is dealing with being hit by cars, drugs, police, money problems, friends that feel like they’re locked up in a prison hole, no good for anyone.

Which begins to make the random person who is so damn sensitive over someone not thinking the same way about a comic feel really really small and insignificant. Like even if we all get caught up in things, and understandably so, humans are not perfect creatures, we are all above getting caught on things. It can just be very hard for a lot of us because we aren’t the most mentally healthy of people.

But I just wanna say that if you ever dealt with this same kind of shit, I fucking admire you and you are a strong person. I don’t give a shit if you hate me or fucking not, but bless you for being able to handle such nasty things, at least in some way, or eventually. Cause people have a knack for making things super hard to deal with in an already hard life.

Sometimes seeing the sky and remembering the real world can be a good reminder that the dudes in my askbox whining about me not enjoying the same things about them don’t really mean jack shit. It’s why quite a bit when I’m in that mindstate of being able to handle things better, that I just say I hope they can get better. Because rather they realize it or not, but getting so ahead of themselves and mad over a damn comic is a very mentally unhealthy thing.

In my head, even if someone causes damage, all I can feel after the moment of frustration is that I just hope they can get better, because this world wasn’t made to stop having progress. We all have some realizations late, but if you got better from some nasty thing about yourself then bless you, and I am freaking proud of you.

I don’t have time for freaking grudges to be honest. If some dude treated me like crap and they got better, then freaking bless them too. We don’t have time to hold onto the nasty stuff. Progress and the present is all that matters, or else the future isn’t gonna be much better.

It just really really freaking sucks in the moment, having to deal with the realization that some people hate your guts over something so small, or at least thought it’s appropriate to take something so small so serious to the point they harass or send a death threat your way.

But I essentially just deal with it, because even in my moments of pessimism, there’s still an optimist in me yet. Maybe not with DC, because I’m still primarily realist when I know enough. But knowing what really matters goes a long way.

Bless you, my dude <3

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