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eris-snow · 1 year

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𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐭

✨Quirk accident

Tags: bakugou x fem!reader, fluff, bakugou's birthday series 2023

Bakugou and you get hit with an attachment quirk.

“So you’re telling me…” Bakugou growls, hand clenching yours. “We’re stuck like this.”

You don’t like Quirk accidents. Sure, you haven’t been in one, but you’ve heard plenty of stories of the sheer mayhem it could cause if the Quirk accidents weren’t handled properly.

Your Thursday that day had been used as a hands-on internship at your respective agencies because of a villain from the Hero Gala attack running around chaotically while setting things on fire.

There are two things that happened today:

Number 1: Bakugou and you caught the villain.

Number 2: The villain got you with his Quirk.

After a long, drawn-out interrogation that only ended around noon, Bakugou and you learnt the following.

The asshole’s Quirk was called “Attachment”, and meant that Bakugou and you had to spend your next 24 hours in each other’s presence. Sharing skin contact, as the villain explained weakly, was also needed in order to prevent both of you from suffering from panic attacks.

Your face heats up in utter embarrassment.

How cliche.

Aizawa takes one look at the both of you and declares the both of you as excused from your respective internships, before ordering you to shift all your necessary items into the living room. That was going to be the makeshift arrangement for this one night until the Quirk wears off.

Your homeroom teacher dismisses you with a tired yawn, and that’s when you’re shipped off back to the dorms with no one but yourselves to keep you occupied.

“This is stupid,” Bakugou snarls. “No way I’m sitting around here all day. You up for some hand-to-hand combat?”

Your heart jumps at the idea of normalcy, making you nod your head vigorously. “Let’s.”

The both of you make do with this. You change inside the bathroom while Bakugou stands with his back facing the door, and the physical combat checks out the villain’s lame Quirk criterias.

“Your kick is too low!” Bakugou yells at you while blocking your hit with his arm. “I know you can do better than that, Sunshine! Don’t start going fucking easy on me now!”

“It’s on,” You deadpan, landing a counterattack on his shoulder. “Don’t start getting all cocky, got it Bakugou?”

“Like hell, I will!”

That activity occupies you for a good few hours before you get back to the dorms.

After you’ve showered and gotten fully clothed, Bakugou and you try to complete homework. It’s obnoxiously subconscious, because that’s exactly when the Quirk starts to act up again.

You and Bakugou have a mutual, silent agreement to minimise as much physical contact as possible, and this Quirk had decided to derail your plan just for the fun of it.

Bakugou doesn’t like the idea of touching you. With his Quirk and the numerous number of people talking shit about how dangerous his Quirk is, he’s reframed from touching others ever since the dawn of middle school. He doesn’t want to hurt you, whether intentionally or not.

But even with all of this baggage, the pull towards you is too strong for him to ignore. He thought that just being there with each other would be enough to satisfy the Quirk, but apparently, he thought wrong. You look fidgety too, with the way you struggle on a math equation you can typically solve in your sleep.

Bakugou almost gives out when you stand up to walk towards the kitchen for a quick glass of water. It’s fucking stupid, that all it takes is 5 seconds without you and his hand is quivering aggressively with his breaths getting more laboured with the next. “Idiot,” He grits out, trying to ignore the anxiety that pools in his chest.

It only gets worse.

Unable to bear it any longer, Bakugou stumbles to his feet, staggering to where you headed without him.

He glares at the sight he sees when he rounds the corner. You’re stabilising yourself against a table, two quivering hands supporting your entire body was you take long, deliberate breaths.

“Dumbass,” He rasps, causing your head to shoot up to face him. The pull towards you is better now that you’re in closer proximity, but it’s not enough.

Those words echo off the walls of his brain.

Not enough.

He’s walking over to you, but it doesn’t do much to calm the storm of fear-stricken thoughts in him.

Not enough.

He takes one look at your face and grimaces. You’re having a hard time as well.

NOT ENOUGH.

Bakugou caves. “Give me your fucking hand,” He grits out, shoving his hand towards you. You don’t even think twice.

Your fingers intertwine as both of you take sharp inhales of relief, the haunting fear dissipating immediately the moment you make contact. “Never do that again,” Bakugou says, yanking a glass off the counter with you in tow, filling the cup up with water with one hand. “What were you thinking?”

“I didn’t want to bother you,” You reply, taking the glass from him, looking embarrassed. “Sorry.”

Bakugou clicks his tongue. You’re such a Dumbass sometimes. Red eyes flickering to your joint hands, and Bakugou swallows back his initial annoyance.

“Let’s just go back.” Bakugou settles on, dragging you to the living room where your study materials. He tries to ignore the feeling of your hand in his, tries to think of anything to keep his brain from spiralling into the direction he refuses to acknowledge.

Your hand is a perfect fit in his, like it was made to be there.

You hold hands like that the entire time you’re doing homework.

It's quiet and incredibly awkward at first, but soon you and Bakugou learn to ignore it, and soon conversations start up again with a lot more life than before.

You remember that day vividly. The hand holding, the constant contact, the innocence behind it because Bakugou never overstepped boundaries with you. He needed the contact just as much as you did, and instead of getting all handsy, he opted for the most innocent form of touch.

You remember falling asleep on the couch with his hand in yours long before your classmates arrive home. It was the evening, and you both are drained from every goddamn eventful thing that happened so far over the month of April. Cherry blossoms symbolise change, and oh, boy, did it symbolise how far gone you were when it came to your crush on the blond Boom Boom Man.

His birthday was coming up, and you still hadn’t planned out your gift for him. You glare at your phone as you and Bakugou sit there in a somewhat comfortable position, with his arm resting on the couch and your hand lying on his. You can feel your eyelids start to close, and with how exhausted you were, you manage to drift off with success.

Bakugou glances over at you and sighs, tugging your phone away from your face and placing his away too. Just watching you snore peacefully is enough to get him yawning too. He lays down on his arm, head resting on the couch near your face. Fuck if he cares if his neck hurts tomorrow morning.

All that he could focus on now was how comfortingly warm your hand was, and how he wished that he didn’t need a Quirk accident to grasp it for the first time. He’d need to man up someday to spit out his feelings to you.

for the first time. He’d need to man up someday to spit out his feelings to you.

That day just…wasn’t today.

When you wake up the next day, it’s to half the fucking class gaping at you in unhinged surprise.

Bakugou and you have a lot of explaining to do.

#mha #mha fanfiction #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugō #bakugo x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugou fluff #fluff #bakugou katuski x reader #my hero academia #bakugou's birthday series 2023

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maxrowave · 6 months

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The long-awaited drarry cannibalism writing

This is only a snippet and is part of a much bigger thing, albeit the quality of the writing is a bit dubious because when writing, I'd never intended on them being read, I will provide some context for this + other notes at the end. I would also like to mention that this writing does contain the contributions of a writer who has requested to remain anonymous.

Draco has been subtly manipulating Harry to resent among his closest friends, because of orders from Voldemort; Draco puts Harry into a situation where he needs to either kill Seamus or Draco. Harry chooses to kill Seamus however faces lots of regret. It is also snowing and they are outside, disposing of the body.

Harry Potter is a fool. A stupid, ginormous fool. Whenever Draco traced his forearm, Harry leaned into Draco’s touch, craving it like a child craves approval. He still could not bring himself to meet Draco’s eyes, feeling undeserving after the heinous act he had done. Harry killed Seamus with his hands. He could have pulled out his wand, making his suffering minimal, but a part of Harry wanted Seamus to hurt for abandoning him. Harry wanted- Harry became all too aware of the fact Draco was towering over him and slender fingers found their way into his hair, forcing him to look down and not bow his head in shame. Harry had never bowed his head to Draco before out of pride, but now he didn’t cower solely because of the acceptance offered to him.

“You saved me from David. I saved you from Seamus. Now we’re even.” Harry says plainly "Seems righteous."

Harry began averting his gaze to stare at Seamus. Unlike David, Seamus was not beautiful in death. It was the stark opposite. This was the ugliest thing Harry had seen in his entire life. He looked down at his hands, briefly imagining what it would have been like if the roles were reversed. Harry’s hands would be around Draco’s neck instead with Seamus cheering him as he stood behind him, urging Harry to punish Draco for years of torment. Harry would squeeze as hard as he could until that angelically pale face burned red with vessels bursting, but then Draco would only look at him with those inhuman silver eyes and Harry would pull away ashamed. Harry would have spared Draco, feeling guilty for wanting to hurt him.

Draco stepped a little closer to Harry, not intentionally, but perhaps some subconscious animalistic instinct for warmth; a moth to a flame. He was to report in his next letter, Harry had struggled with killing one of his closest friends, yet he'd done so anyway. He'd indulged himself in a sin and his hands were stained, Draco's curiosity burned with where Harry's limits were. How far could he push this lion? Poke and prod it in its cage and teeter on the tightrope of danger as he observed him. Draco wanted nothing more than to break apart his skull and look into that brain of his.

Alas, he kept the thought to himself, the awareness of Harry's crumbling state as he'd killed Seamus for him like a lamb to a sacrifice. There was this slow and steady building of Harry's commitment to whatever arrangement they were calling this, with Seamus's death and Harry finally sealing his soul to Draco.

This was the moment Draco had fully decided on taking Harry under his wing.

___ OTHER INFO AND BITS Throughout the whole actual writing, in Harry's mind, he often refers to Draco as angelic because of his features -- blond hair, and pale skin, Draco meets a lot of conventional beauty standards. However, in a lot of Draco's subconscious, there are a few metaphors about the devil in contrast, with the devil being a fallen angel and all that. All around some religious references because what's sexier amiright? Furthermore, Harry mentions Draco saving him from someone named David -- that is the first person Harry kills, and it is by accident. The name David was chosen because in the Bible he symbolises goodness, obedience and morals, therefore by killing him, Harry has killed his own morality.

#draco x harry #harry x draco #there is no alpha here #this is a switching household #drarry #dmhp #hpdm #copious amounts of angst #and cannibalism #gay cannibalism!#harry potter #draco malfoy

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stuffymcstuffsworld · 1 month

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Self-defense

Iruma has always had a hard life. Struggle was just like breathing to him at this point. He wasn't used to things being handed to him.

He was more used to things being taken. And why not? Iruma was a fairly easy target. He gave things willingly. He was not the type to fight back.

No, Iruma was a runner. Someone who avoided conflict at all cost. He didn't want to get hurt. He wasn't the kind to hurt others either.

But sometimes instinct just takes over... adrenaline rushing through him. His survival counting on him being able to dodge or run. But sometimes... he didn't.

How could he move out of the way when someone was trying to rob a sweet old granny? How could he not take the beating to prevent the stray dog from getting hurt?

Iruma was not the kind to care what happened to him. He had a bleeding heart. Always wants to care for others rather than himself.

So it surprises him that even by accident, even subconsciously, he had harmed someone. It wasn't his intention. He had been just trying to make sure nobody got hurt.

He never expected to. But he had. In order to ensure the safety of another, he had unintentionally harmed someone. A demon at that.

He had been stressing for hours after he had suplexed Alice! He didn't know what to do! All he knew was that he definitely had to be in trouble fotlr his actions... right?

Well, apparently not... or at least not when Sullivan is your adopted grandfather. This is all so confusing. Demon's logic is hard to follow.

Apparently, he now has Alice as a subordinate??? What did that mean??? He just wanted to have a calm and quiet first day.

If this is what happened when he defended himself on accident, he really didn't want to know what would happen if he tried intentionally. No... definitely not. In fact, he's going to forget he ever thought that.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #iruma suzuki #asmodeus alice

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aemiron-main · 2 years

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(gay Mike rambling time bc I want to work on the analysis but also I’m in bed and tired soooo.)

no bc why set it up so that El was repeatedly paralleled to Will in season 1 to the point of looking so much like him that she was mistaken for him if not because Mike’s always been in love with Will + was projecting his feelings for Will onto El?? Like as a character, El in s1 works perfectly for the setup of “mike is gay and is (not intentionally/consciously) projecting his feelings for Will onto El and trying to deal with heteronormative pressure” because El in s1 has lived in a lab her whole life AND hasn’t gotten a chance to figure out who she is as an individual, which makes her easier for Mike to project onto.

This is part of why we see more tension between mike and El as the seasons go on: mike can’t project his feelings for Will onto her anymore because a.) she’s grown into her own unique individual, b.) mike is becoming more aware of his own feelings, his own sexuality, the implications of those feelings, and what he does/doesn’t like or is/isn’t attracted to, making it difficult for him to subconsciously project onto El even if she didn’t develop more of her own identity and c.) El becomes more and more stereotypically feminine looking as the seasons go on and it’s not a coincidence/accident that as El becomes more stereotypically feminine looking, Mike has more difficulty being romantically affectionate with her (things like kissing).

We see Mike initiate the kiss in s1, because a.) heteronormative pressure and that’s the typical “role” of a man in a heteronormative relationship, being expected to “take charge,”/lead something that Mike is already expected to do in his daily life (@/madwheelerz made a great post about Mike and independence recently) and b.) El has less of her own identity, making her easier to project onto, AND she looks more stereotypically masculine.

Like even at the snow ball or during the s3 makeout scenes, El is the one initiating the kisses. El is the one leaning in while mike stays mostly in his own space. Mike takes her hands off of him. During the second s3 kissing scene, El is the one holding Mike’s face in her hands while mike literally just sits there. Even though he’s still BEING affectionate with El as time goes on + as she develops her own identity + looks more stereotypically feminine, we literally see him become more and more uncomfortable with it, especially during that last s3 kiss scene.

And I know this is from the s3 script so I’m not relying on it bc I’m going to focus on what’s in the *show* as the main parts of my gay Mike analysis, but the fact that in the script, mike thinks “what’s wrong with me?” after El kisses him is very interesting to me.

It’s not his first kiss! Its not even his first kiss with El! It’s not that he’s not used to kissing! And like I’m gonna talk about, it’s not because a.) he’s fully realized that he’s into men or b.) just realized he isn’t into El specifically anymore: imo it only makes sense if Mike has realized throughout the course of s3 that he isn’t into girls at all. He’s not thinking “oh gee i don’t like kissing” or “oh wow i wish I was kissing men” or “i don’t like kissing El” or “Why did El do that? That was gross” or “what’s wrong with El, that was so weird”

He’s thinking “what’s wrong with me?“ because it’s NOT ABOUT EL!!!! Like I’ve said in other posts, the big thing for me abt gay Mike is that it removes El from the equation in a good way because Mike’s behaviour isn’t ABOUT HER, it’s not about who she is as a person or what she does or how she looks as a girl. It’s about him being gay and not being attracted to her because of that. Like i just don’t buy that Mike just fell out of love with El/is choosing Will over her, because a.) they’ve incorporated so many fundamental cracks into the foundations of this relationship from the beginning, b.) it doesn’t align with a satisfying arc for el’s character, somebody who has consistently felt unloveable and would then be learning that Mike fell out of love with her because of who she is or what she looks like or just anything about HER, and pits Will and El against eachother, and c.) mike has TRIED to love her. He does love her platonically. He does care about her!! He’s just not attracted to her romantically.

Like, if mike isn’t gay, and just isn’t in love with El anymore because there’s something that he doesn’t like about her looks or where personality (and if he “just likes Will better,” that STILL means that there’s something about El that he seems to be ‘worse’ when compared to Will’s qualities, not that it’s wrong or bad for him to think that, it’s totally fair to not like aspects of people, but again, these are characters with arcs and themes and imo it doesn’t align with el’s arcs and themes or Mike’s or the way that the willel dynamic has been setup), then what girl IS he going to be in love with.

Seriously, if mike isn’t gay, and if Will isn’t an option, but he’s just seemingly fallen out of love with El/there’s something about her that he doesn’t like, then what girl would he like? What would he possibly change about El, somebody that he already CLEARLY cares about deeply and doesn’t want to hurt and has tried to love?? What girl could possibly fit what he’s looking for?? None of them! Because he’s not looking for a girl at all.

It’s not about falling out of love with El. It’s not even about his love for Will. It’s about how over the course of the seasons, especially in s3, mike has been becoming aware of his lack of attraction to women, and also learning what attraction is/what it’s supposed to be like, and what he does and doesn’t like (I’m gonna talk about his in the analysis, but the s3 max and El “How do i know what I like” scene also applies to mike!! Because right before that scene, mike says that he ‘doesn’t know what he’s looking for/asks what they’re even looking for’ in regards to shopping in the mall. But just like how El’s scene isn’t just about knowing what clothes she likes, but rather about what she likes as a whole and who she is and her identity, Mike is also trying to figure out what he likes/what he’s looking for, beyond the scope of looking for a gift in the mall and instead in terms of what he likes/what he’s looking for in regards to his sexuality/romance/relationships.)

And the big thing that makes this point towards gay Mike for me is that it’d be one thing if we saw Mike having more active romantic inclinations towards guys in s3. But we don’t, not in the same way that we see his realization of his lack of attraction to girls develop. And so, if Mike’s spent all of this time kissing El, and trying to figure out what he likes, then that doesn’t add up to just “mike figured out that he likes men,” because I think that’s more of what’s happening in s4,is mike coming to terms with his attraction to men, like even though we do get bits of him moving towards attraction to men in s3, the main thing in s3 is mike realizing his lack of attraction to women.

That’s the thing, too, part of what interests me about the sauna scene: is that the old dudes are portrayed as “gross,” because to be fair, a bunch of old half naked dudes is gonna be gross to any 14 year old kid, but also, it’s not a direct parallel to the lingerie scene, because the lingerie scene is something that’s typically intended to be attractive, it’s framed in that way. So, they don’t give us a “mens underwear” scene to parallel the women’s underwear scene and show that Mike’s “figuring out what he likes” is just him figuring out that he also likes men. Instead, they give us that womens’ underwear scene to demonstrate that he’s realizing his lack of attraction to women, even when the women/the underwear are presented in a “pretty,” meant-to-be-attractive way, and then give us the sauna scene, which like i said is not a direct equivalent to the womens’ underwear scene, even though the scenes are PARALLELED, they are not EQUAL. Because the sauna scene is framed as being “gross” regardless of sexuality, just like how Will is also freaked out by it, it’s not framed in an “attractive” way in the same way that the womens’ underwear scene is, and part of that is due to how the scene works to tie into Mike’s internalized homophobia and bits of disgust with himself in s3, and part of it is also because Mike’s whole ‘figuring out what I like’ journey in the mall and in s3 in general isn’t about him realizing that he’s into men: it’s about him realizing that he’s not into women.

And I have a lot more to say abt the sauna scene and the fact that mikes the one holding rhe door open and some really interesting facial expression choices that Finn makes even after the door is closed, but I’ll save that for the analysis!

#stranger things #byler #mike wheeler #mike wheeler analysis #milkvan #byler analysis #st analysis #gay Mike wheeler

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yanderedreamer · 2 years

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Hi! Can I request gen hc of our lovely dilf regis adri floen?

Yandere Regis Adri Floyen / gender-neutral reader.

Synopsis: General yandere headcanons.

Warnings: Manipulation, mentions of killing.

Regis thought that he was loyal to Amelia. He thought that he would never find another love, but those thoughts were immediately discarded when he met you at the annual hunt. You easily tamed his frenzied horse and the moment he saw your eyes, he fell in love.

He wouldn't approach you immediately; he has to be methodical with his advances. He'll order one of his servants to look into your background so that he'd have enough information to infer your partner preferences from; he wonders if you'd be okay with a widower who has a daughter from his previous marriage.

Regis will attend the parties you'll be going to and steal your attention for the entire evening. None of these nobles are worth your time so you should only pay attention to him. He'd openly court you to let everyone know that you've captured his heart, and the glare he sends over your shoulder is enough to tell your suitors to give up or he'll make them wish they're dead. He subconsciously tightens his grip around your wrist at the thought of you being in the arms of another, and when he hears your plea for him to let you go, he quickly releases your wrist with a murmur of apology.

He wouldn't hesitate to use underhanded methods to reduce the number of your suitors - assassination, poisoning, staging an accident during events, he'll use every trick in the book to secure his place by your side. He won't eliminate every competition of course, just the ones who pose as a huge threat to him. If you show interest in anyone other than him... don't expect to see them again anytime soon. But who knows? Maybe you'll see their name making the headlines.

Accepting Regis' proposal is either the best or the worst decision you've ever made, depending on how you see it. His yandere tendencies are more prominent now that he has you in his grasp. He's overprotective and possessive; he thinks you break easily like a porcelain doll and would forbid you from seeing anyone, including your family and friends. You'll become a prisoner of the Floyen Duchy, unable to leave and see anyone other than Regis, Jubellian and the servants assigned to take care of you.

If you're foolish enough to attempt an escape, it won't end well for you. Hasn't Regis educated you enough on how dangerous the outside world is? You won't be safe without him. People will use you for their own gain, and they'll use you until you break. Once you're useless, they'll cast you aside... Those were the things he told you to delude you that you won't be able to survive without him.

The first time you ran away from him, he didn't chase you. Instead, he sent one of his guards to tail you and ordered him to use his carrier pigeon to send Regis the coordinates of your location once you've stopped somewhere to rest for the night. Regis then lured a pack of wolves to your location and just as you're about to be pounced on, he swooped in, swinging his sword to cut the wolves down.

The sight of him drenched in the wolves' blood frightened you. Feigning relief, he knelt down to your level and embraced your trembling figure tightly with his bloodied sword placed flat against your back. Although he was speaking softly into your ear, saying how dangerous it is for you to be outside alone at night, you could never forget the way he effortlessly killed those wolves. What if you met the same unfortunate end because you made him angry?

He would never hurt you intentionally and he would never let anyone disrespect you, even if you were the one who started it. As a member of the Floyen Duchy, you deserve to be put on a pedestal - and just like his daughter, you're one of his most precious treasures. He'll leave a pile of corpses in his wake if that's what it takes to protect you from the evils of this world.

You wouldn't be able to leave Regis even if you desperately wanted to. Jubellian has never seen her father so in love since the death of her mother, and she'll make sure that his source of happiness never escapes the clutches of the Floyen Duchy. If a push comes to a shove, she'll get Maximilian involved so if you don't want things to get worse for you, you should just accept your fate and sit quietly in the luxurious room that has been prepared for you, dressed in the finest clothes and accessories.

#✍️ : alice writes #yandere manhwa #yandere manhwa x reader #father i don't want this marriage #father i don't want to get married #regis adri floyen #regis adri floyen x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #gender neutral reader #tw: yandere

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clumsiestgiantess · 1 month

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Chapter 21 of The Other-world Universe; is promising to save an entire city of people from an apocalypse the smartest thing to do? No. Is it the right thing? Hopefully.

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[Calm Before the Storm]

I woke up the next day with the immense relief that I had not rolled over in my sleep. Yet when I yawned, I didn’t feel Erica's form shift on top of me. My head shot upright in a mini panic attack as I searched for her, trying to make as little movement as possible. I was a few seconds away from fully sitting up before I finally found her.

Erica had — either intentionally or subconsciously in sleep — managed to slip her way into my bra, and was sleeping soundly in the center of my chest. Bewilderment and relief flooded through me so suddenly, I nearly laughed aloud at the sight. Heat already began seeping across my cheeks as I watched her snuggle against me. I was slightly suspicious that this might have been her plan all along, but it was entirely possible that it was a mistake. After all, she had no blanket, and her spot tucked between fabric and my skin had to be rather cozy. I have to admit, I don't blame her for sleeping there.

For a while I lay in the field trying to get control over my furious blush, but soon I felt Erica stirring on my chest. I quickly shut my eyes, pretending to have been asleep. Obviously, I couldn't see her reaction, but I could feel her flinch slightly once she awoke. There was a split second of confused crawling around before she gasped; the audible shock behind its sound convinced me that she had in fact not planned for this.

"Holy shit!" I heard her whisper faintly, "How the hell did I get here?" I bit my lip, desperately trying to keep myself from smiling at her reaction. Thankfully, I hid my bemusement quickly. Erica slowly crawled out from the top of my bra, trying her best not to wake me. As quickly as she dared, she clambered down my side to the ground below. The echoes of her faint touch still danced across my skin long after she'd stepped away.

When I was certain she had moved further from me, I pretended to wake up. Erica was sitting on my cast-off clothing when I opened my eyes, no doubt pretending that was where she'd slept. "Good morning," I addressed her with another yawn, "Did you sleep well on my shirt?" Even with the slight distance between us, I could see the massive amount of guilt written over every one of her features. To hide this, Erica busied herself by looking for the top half of her own clothes, which had been tossed off into the darkness the night before. "Uhh, yeah! I enjoyed spending the night with you." Even her voice sounded slightly off-pitch with embarrassment.

"Something wrong?" I asked her. "No! Nothing's wrong; I just.. I can't find my stuff." "Mhm, sure." My mocking tone gave everything away. She turned to look up at me, eyes wide. "You woke up before me, didn't you?" she accused, a bit shaken. "I may have," I replied, sliding closer to her. "I.. That was an accident, I swear. I wouldn't have done that unless you were awake. You know, in case you disagreed." "Well.. I don’t think I am disagreeing with it."

For once, Erica became a blushing mess instead of myself. She collected her things from the ground with flushed cheeks and an embarrassed smile, pressing them to her chest. We had breakfast together, and Erica promised to come sleep with me at least once every week. "To keep you company out here," she clarified, "Not because of, you know, anything that happened last night." “Really?” I mocked a shocked expression, “That’s not the reason?” Erica rolled her eyes, “Alright, that’s part of the reason. It’s like.. a billion times more exhilarating making out with someone who’s building-sized.”

With a bemused chuckle, I finished my meal. "Let's go see what everyone else is up to today, shall we?" I asked after we'd readied ourselves for the day. "I'm supposed to be guarding the town, but lately I feel like I've just been slacking off." "Alright," Erica agreed, "I'll go bother Ivan, then." I smiled, shaking my head slightly. Ivan is, to say the least, almost the opposite of Erica personality-wise. I can easily imagine the havoc she undoubtedly thrusts upon him in the Cavern Town. Usually, I was around to deal with her charisma myself, but I guess he'd been having to deal with it for the past few days that I’d been away.

I held out my hand for Erica to climb on. It was an unspoken rule that she would ride on my shoulder whenever we traveled together. She stretched tiredly across its length before sitting up sideways, her back tucked against my neck. With her settled in, I started off towards the town. I couldn’t help but sneak a glance at her every so often. Erica always seemed the most comfortable perched on my shoulder. Half of me thinks it’s adorable, but my more reasonable half always reminds me of the times she nearly fell off. Despite this, the former part of me always wins in the end, and I let her stay.

Reaching the valley of the Cavern Town, I checked in with the guards before anything else. However, they were nowhere to be found. Erica and I exchanged puzzled glances as I bent closer to one of the wooden structures. Multiple large guns greeted me in response.

I flinched harshly, feeling Erica’s grip tighten on me as she was thrown backwards. After a few tenuous seconds, someone recognized me. “Get down!” a guard whisper-yelled at me, “There were giants spotted on the horizon to the west!” My nerves spiked instantly and I dropped onto the valley floor. If the scientists come back now, I might not be able to fight them off! Sure, I have my new weapon, but I barely had time to practice with it yesterday. I haven’t even put up a barrier around the town, either. What if they attack it again?!

Worst-case-scenarios drifted through my head while I pressed myself to one of the mountains behind me. They're here for the other-world people, not me. I tried unsuccessfully to calm myself down, but I knew that wasn’t true. In fact, they might've come back specifically because of me. After all, I'd killed a few of them in my rage the last time we'd clashed.

What if the scientists came to kill me? I don't think I can fight any more than five of them at a time. And I only managed to do that because I'd caught them off-guard. What if they lock me away like everyone else — an oddity from a world that isn’t there?

Suddenly, I was startled from my thoughts by a whisper to my side. "You're alright; it's ok," Erica comforted me, carefully laying a hand on my neck. "The hazmat giants aren't here. Just- Just calm down.. you're shaking." I am? I am. I hadn't even realized that my shot nerves were vibrating my body with fear-induced adrenaline. Try as I might, I couldn't get myself to stop. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, and I was almost pulled into another downward spiral of worries. Thankfully, Erica snapped me back out of it. She tapped my shoulder lightly and I turned to see her. With one small gesture, she slid into my awaiting palms.

I tried in vain to stop myself from shaking as I slowly brought her in front of me. Despite that, Erica still wobbled in my cupped hands as she stood, reaching out to gently grip my face for balance. Once she steadied herself, she stood directly in front of my vision. "Focus on me, alright?" My head was brought closer to herself. "You'll be ok. Just focus on me." I listened raptly, trying to match my erratic breathing to her calmer breaths. Her chest grazed my fingertips with every inhale as she leaned over them. Erica’s concerned expression filled my view while she tried to take my focus off the possibly vengeful scientists.

Is this how Erica sees me? I wondered, watching her concerned expression inch ever-closer to my eyes. Do I take up her vision like this when I get close? It was strangely comforting now, but I could certainly see how overwhelming I would’ve been to her before we got to know one another.

I kept my gaze on her, though she only really fit into my view one eye at a time. Before long, a guard from the structure opposite us gave the all-clear. I stood up with Erica grasped lightly in my clutches, gazing out at the horizon beyond the mountains around me. “Where’d they go?” I wondered aloud. “Must’ve been on the hunt for a different town,” Erica noted, “They know better than to mess with this one, thanks to you.” I smiled down at her thankfully. She met my gaze with such tenderness I nearly went in for a kiss before remembering where we were and deciding otherwise.

Together we made it the rest of the way to the cavern, where a small crowd had gathered outside. I recognized Ivan immediately; he stood at the front, nervously shifting from foot to foot. He flagged me down, but two vaguely familiar people stepped in the way before I could get to him.

Erica quietly explained from her spot in my hands that they were the co-founders of the Cavern Town: Isabel Ashford and Marcus Stoll. She’d met them briefly when she’d been ‘kidnapped’ from the cliffside. These were the same two people who’d negotiated the protection deal. I knelt in front of them, letting Erica off shortly afterwards. “Defender,” the kinder one, Ms. Ashford, addressed me as I settled cross-legged on the ground. 'Defender' is my nickname amongst some of the people living there; many of the guards called me by it.

“The giants could have attacked us earlier, and you would not have been here to do your job. The one thing we asked of you is that you protect our city as amends for destroying it.” I nodded my head solemnly, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here to protect you. I have no excuse.” Silently, I shifted to feel the smooth crystalline structure embedded in my neck. “However,” I continued, remembering why I’d wanted to return to the Cavern Town, “I might have a solution. At least, I hope I do.”

With a slight flourish, I slid my gun out from behind me. A murmur rose from the group of people gathered outside. “I made and tested this yesterday. Working properly, it’ll be able to create a protective barrier over your whole town.” The shorter gruffer one, Mr. Stoll, was ready with multiple questions: How strong is the barrier? What is it made of? How deep does it go? Would people be able to leave once it was put up? Would they be able to breathe inside it? Will I continue to stay in the valley after I've set it up? All good questions; I answered every last concern until the two leaders reconvened and headed back towards the town to debate my idea.

A large number of Cavern Town residents stayed behind once they heard Erica tell me to demonstrate the barrier setting for her, including one of the founders, Mr. Stoll. He broke away from the other founder and slunk along the edges of the crowd, watching me intently. I pretended not to take notice, but I could feel him watching me.

After covering various pieces of land with green, glassy covers, I realized I’d yet to figure out how to take them down. Oh no, please don’t make me recreate this thing again. Ivan managed to slip through the crowd towards me as everyone gathered around to see the small barriers for themselves — walking through them and testing their strength with various objects nearby. I watched them intently. None of them were strong enough to cause much more than a strong ricochet, which worked out perfectly. I didn’t need anything blowing up by mistake.

Erica surveyed everything from atop one of my knees while I sat in the midst of the crowd, trying my best not to get overwhelmed by the amount of small people surrounding me. Once he’d made it to my side, Ivan called up to me, but I strained to hear his voice over the crowd and his distance from me. Erica noticed my confusion. “He asked if the barriers are really going to do anything, because it looks like they can’t! Everyone’s just walking through them!” she yelled to me. Ivan yelled at her and motioned for me to lower my hand to him, learning from Erica’s little gestures.

When my hand touched the ground, everyone around Ivan scattered as if I’d put down an explosive. I tried not to dwell on the fact that everyone there seemed so frightened of me, or the fact that I had to pick people up just to understand them. My height was quite the advantage in an apocalypse where ‘giants’ were invading, but it was such a hindrance for so many other things. I want to help people. If those same people are frightened of me, then are they really going to want my help? A small sinking feeling arose in my chest. These barriers better work…

With Ivan in my palm, I lifted him to my face. “I didn't say any of that!” he told me, waving a hand at Erica. “I asked if it was strong enough to keep giants out while still letting people through.” Erica rolled her eyes behind his back. “Hopefully,” I answered Ivan. “there’s no way for anything besides your people and me to pass through one. The scientists and whoever else tries to get in will be blocked, though I can’t exactly test it with the ‘giants’,” I confessed, “I did test it with a few different objects. Nothing got through.”

“If they can’t get through it, won’t they try to dig beneath the barrier instead?” I shook my head, “Even if they tried digging beneath it, the barrier will grow to cover anything they dig out.” “Won’t it grow over the tunnels we make to get materials and things in and out, too?” “Don’t worry, I thought of that. The barrier will stay open around them so long as you make them before I put it up. If you do it beforehand, the barrier will grow around the tunnels when it forms. If you do it afterwards, like the scientists might try, it’ll sense that there’s a breach and grow to fill any gaps.”

Ivan seemed satisfied at that, and I let him off beside Erica. She gave him a teasing look and he said something to her. It was hard to tell sometimes whether those two were getting along or not, but Erica burst out laughing and Ivan grinned, so I guessed they were both fine. Before long, the crowd dispersed, leaving me, Erica, and Ivan behind along with a few stragglers. I glanced around inconspicuously, trying to spot the founder who’d been watching me, but it seemed Mr. Stoll had disappeared along with most of the crowd.

By lunchtime, I was the only one left outside to patrol the mountains and practice with my new weapon — besides the other-worldians in the watchtowers, of course. They came out in shifts, but there was always someone there occupying every lookout. The others had left for the Cavern Town by then, hoping to find news about the debate and my idea. I toyed with my barriers, trying to seem like I knew what I was doing while the guards were watching. Thankfully, I found that I had to hold my hand on top of a barrier and will it to stop existing if I wanted it to fall away. The idea was somewhere in the back of my mind when I’d first created the crystalline bar.

I’d just returned to the valley after eating lunch in my field when the founders returned. Thankfully, they hadn’t arrived sooner, or they would’ve found me missing once again. “We’ve come to a conclusion,” Ms. Ashford announced. “You may place the barrier over the town, but only after we put hidden passages in place for our people.” “Which means you stay nearby until they’re finished,” Mr. Stoll told me with a hint of distrust, “You will sleep right here in the valley, and return to your place in the field only after the barrier is up and functioning properly. Afterwards, I suppose we could cut back on your working hours so long as you make an appearance daily to scout for other giants.”

The rules were fair enough. I didn’t like the idea of sleeping in the slim space between the mountains, but it wouldn’t be for very long. Erica had immediately complained once she heard about my sleeping in the valley. However, I reminded her about her perfectly fine bed in the Cavern Town. “At least you have an actual bed, and a house,” I said after she grumbled over the fact she couldn’t secretly sleep with me. Erica mumbled a half-hearted apology before leaving for the town, yelling: “Steal a bed from your own world if you want one so badly!” Before I could tell her that was a dumb idea, and the scientists would definitely be able to spot it, she’d vanished into the rocks.

With the plan underway and a full-time job taking up most of my time, the days blurred together quicker than I thought. Erica would come visit me on the mountainside at least once or twice a day to keep me from getting too bored or too worried. Ever since those scientists made their way along the horizon, I was anxious that they’d be back to take the town while it wasn’t protected by the barrier. I trained with my weapon with every opportunity I got, which sometimes included late nights. I didn’t sleep much anyways; the restricting space between the valley, and the potential to damage more of the mountainsides, kept me up.

Several weeks later, a few crude passages had been established. They would be smoothed, tiled, and lit eventually, but they were solid enough in their current state to count as complete. With crossed fingers, I pulled out my gun and shifted it into the fourth and final mode. The whole town — which had really grown into a city — had to evacuate just in case something went wrong and the barrier somehow failed dangerously.

I was shocked at the amount of people that filed out of the gaping cavern in the side of the mountain. I’d never seen the whole population in one place before. Every day a scouting group would come back with various items and occasionally people in tow, but I hadn’t realized just how many other-worldians had settled there. This has to work, I realized suddenly, Otherwise everyone here might not have a safe space to live anymore. The scientists know all of this is here. Why haven’t they come to take it yet?

With everyone finally out of the cavern, the founders gave the signal that it was completely empty. With careful aim, I guided the barrel to the center of the hollow mountain and fired. A firework-esque crackle resonated through the valley, making my hair stand on end. Pieces of rock fell off the mountainside and exploded on the barrier’s face. Small landslides tumbled dangerously close to the crowd, but I quickly swept them away with my free hand, blocking anything from falling too close.

It was a rather raucous creation, but once everything settled down, the barrier looked stunning. Tension released from my taunt muscles as my plan fell into place, and I let out a breath I felt like I’d been holding for days. Soon, everyone from the Cavern Town returned inside — marveling at their brand-new protection. I could hear the faint noises of celebration coming from within; cheers and music drifted through the barrier and the tunnels.

As my reward, I was allowed to collect my things and return to the field. The valley looked a bit more barren than usual without me in it. I don’t know why I was so melancholy leaving it; I hadn’t liked sleeping there at all. Longingly, I watched the festivities from afar. “If only I could actually celebrate my accomplishments with them,” I whispered, “but I bet everyone will get uncomfortable if I get too close.” I rubbed the bar on my neck unconsciously. If only this thing worked how I made it…

Dark clouds rolled in on a strong breeze that smelled of rain. I put up a barrier around my blankets in anticipation for the storm to come, then lay down and curled up in my empty patch of grass alone, left daydreaming about what I would be doing if I were other-world size with Erica and Ivan out celebrating.

The next morning, I woke up extremely early. Too early. A storm had started up while I slept, and I was startled awake by a sudden downpour. The sound of the rain pelting the barrier was horrendous. For the whole city inside the other barrier, the sound was probably dulled by how full the hemisphere was with rock and machinery and patched-together houses. For me in my almost empty barrier, the hollowness amplified the noise until it was impossible to sleep or even think.

I angrily took down the barrier and almost went to grab an umbrella from my own world before lightning suddenly streaked across the sky. Shit, that’s close! I hit the dirt, realizing that I was definitely the tallest thing in the field. An umbrella would only make things worse. If I got struck, I would probably just end up back in the basement rather than dying — just like what had happened on my very first day. However, the electrical surge from an actual bolt of lightning, no matter how small, might be enough to knock me out. At the very least, it would be tremendously painful.

Again I found myself hating my stupid living arrangements. I was wet, my blankets and pillow were soaked, and I could barely keep my eyes open due to my early wake-up call. The storm stopped a few hours later, but by then I’d stayed up for so long and was so soaking wet that I was already wide awake and shaking slightly with the cold. I internally rejoiced when the sun came out, warming me up and drying me off a bit.

The whole field was practically underwater — flooded by the rain — so I took my meal to go. I must’ve looked like an absolute mess. The moment Erica saw me, she gave me a look that was equally pitying and slightly amused. “You might want to borrow a brush from your world,” she chuckled, “You look like you were hit by a train.” “Or a thunderstorm,” I grumbled, “I’ll be back.” In a moment, I was in my own world.

Thankfully, everyone was preoccupied with other things at the time, so I was able to get a hairbrush and a fresh change of clothes without anyone noticing me. I stayed a bit longer once I heard my family making plans in the living room. Soon enough they would come over to my room to bring me up to speed on their ideas, so I avoided them by taking a shower. Minutes later, my dad yelled through the bathroom door that he and the others were heading out. He offered to wait for me, but I turned him down. I had to get back to the other-world.

With everyone gone, and myself finally pampered and warmed up, I took a moment to stroll through the house, marveling at how everything was just perfectly scaled to me. Back in the basement, I packed a few extra items for my settlement — including a hairbrush. When I went to put my things away, however; I got an ingenious idea. Grabbing my blanket and pillow, I brought them into my world. “I’ve had just about enough of being uncomfortable,” I grumbled.

Taking them both into the field of strange energy, I gave them each special abilities. I imbued the pillow with the ability to make it feel like I was sleeping on a mattress while I used it, and I imbued the blanket with the ability to be the perfect temperature at all times. “There,” I sighed, placing them down. “I’ll check on you later. First, I’ve got to get back to the town.”

Erica was waiting for me in the same spot she'd stood before, milling around aimlessly, waiting for me to come back. She did a double take once I re-appeared, then nodded. "Yup, that's much better." I rolled my eyes with a smile and gently scooped Erica up. Or, more accurately, I’d barely reached for her before she scrambled up into my hand. “Where are we going?” she asked, peering over my cupped fingers in excitement.

“Now that I have some time off, I was thinking of exploring the rest of the mountains over here. I’ll get a lay of the land, maybe find another town.” “Another town?” Ivan echoed. He’d just stepped out of one of the new tunnels and overhead me. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.. You’ll just terrify a bunch of innocent people.”

“But I could help them! I could give everyone a barrier just like this one,” I explained, gesturing towards the Cavern Town, now sealed off by an indestructible opaque hemisphere. “You should wait until we know the barrier actually works before you do that.” My brows furrowed in concern, and I knelt to see Ivan’s expression. “You don’t think it’ll work?” I asked, slightly offended. I’d worked hard to create something that would protect everyone from the likes of the scientists.

“All I’m saying is that we have no proof that it does work,” he reasoned, “I’m fairly confident it will keep the giants out, and so are most people, or else we wouldn’t have let you put it up. But no one knows that for sure because no one’s ever tried to break in. You said so yourself that you couldn’t fully test it.” I nodded, seeing the logic behind Ivan’s argument. I wanted to solve everything desperately — to keep awful things from happening and to prove I wasn’t a part of such awful things myself — but not so desperate that I was willing to give false hope to people just to relieve some of the stress.

However, Erica scoffed in my cupped hands. “And? What are you suggesting? Do you want us to lure some giants over to test it?” She asked sarcastically. “No!” Ivan yelled, exasperation growing in his voice. “We should know for a fact that the barrier keeps giants out before we go promising it to others! If they’re depending on it to keep them alive and it fails, you’re going to be responsible for their capture!” Erica was ready to quip something snide in return, but I placed my hand over her — holding her in an interlocking cage of my own fingers. Again, it was hard to tell if they were getting along or genuinely fighting.

“Erica, let it go. He has a point; we can’t go around giving out barriers claiming they can stop the scientists when we don’t know if they actually do.” I could hear her grumble in protest, but her voice was too muffled by my fingers to understand. “I’ll just patrol around the valley today. Want to come with us, Ivan?”

He shook his head, “I have plenty of things to do in town.” I nodded, watching him leave. Was that an excuse not to come, or does he genuinely have stuff to get done? Erica yelled something and I quickly released her. “What did you say?” “I said forget about him. If he wants to sit around in the rocks, let him. He doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.” With an annoyed huff, Erica gave a running leap out into the open air before landing on my chest, clinging to the fabric of my shirt. She clambered up to one of my shoulders and sat atop it — perched a dizzying height above the ground for someone as tiny as her.

“Alright I’m set, let’s go,” she said as nonchalantly as if she’d got into a car rather than jumped over a deadly long gap. Speechless, I glanced over at her with wide eyes. She snickered and leaned back slightly, grinning at me. “Something wrong?” Erica asked in an innocent voice. I shook my head at her reproachfully. “You’re crazy. I don’t know how you get the confidence to do half the things you do.”

Erica thought silently as I meandered around the outskirts of the valley. “Well, I know you’ll always be there to stop anything bad from happening,” she answered with a nonchalant shrug. Of course I’ll always take care of her, but she she should still be at least a little self-conscious, shouldn’t she? It’s not just her I have to worry about anymore; it’s the whole town. The daunting reality had dawned in my mind watching the crowds of people outside the mountain, but now it had really settled in.

“We've.. stopped," Erica stated in confusion. I could feel her edge forward slightly, trying to gauge my pensive expression from the side. "Alexis? Are you alright?" A long sigh escaped my lips and I put a hand to one of my temples to massage it. A slight headache had tormented me for the past few days. The storm the night before had only worsened it.

"Yeah. I'm just.. tired, I guess." I sat down heavily on a flatter part of the mountainside. "You haven't been getting much sleep in the valley, have you?" Erica asked, realizing how exhausted I really was. "Well, there's that. But I've also been so stressed with the whole 'this barrier better work because if it doesn't you might be leaving a few thousand people defenseless' thing too,” I added. Erica patted the side of my neck comfortingly, I turned to her and she brushed a stray lock of hair from my face.

“I know, love. People talk in that mountain, too. They know they have to rely on you… It’s a mixed reaction, really. All those people — I can’t imagine the burden,” she said softly. “Even-” she paused, shook her head, then started again. “I’m here. I’ll help in every way I can, I promise. I hate that this is happening to you.. to us, but I’m with you. Even if I’m not physically fighting beside you. Even if I really want to be…” Erica gave me a little pleading look and I returned it with a half smile. “If you’re scared or stressed or anything, pick me up anytime and let me help you.”

“Thank you,” I sighed. Smiling softly at her, I reached up and stroked her arm, then carefully rested the pad of my thumb against the side of her head. A rare genuine smile passed Erica’s lips as she closed her eyes, leaning into my touch. “I didn’t get a lot of sleep-” I paused to yawn, “last night too, so you aren’t entirely wrong about the no sleep thing either. Stupid thunderstorm kept me up.” “Then what are you doing carrying me around?” Erica asked incredulously, “Go and get some sleep, you big dork!” “But, it’s not even dark-” “If you’re stressed and tired, you have no reason to be up right now! Go to bed. No excuses.”

Sighing, I lifted Erica off my shoulder to get a better look at her. She knelt in my palms, looking meaningfully up at me, gesturing for me to bring her closer. The moment I bridged the small gap between us, Erica pressed a small kiss onto my cheek. “Go rest,” she said softly, “You deserve a break, Alexis.” I gave in — nodding my agreement as I headed back to the right mountain to let Erica off. Leaving her and everyone behind the safety of the barrier, I trudged off to my things that I’d returned to the field.

When I flopped over onto my blanket, it felt like heaven. I’d forgotten that I gave little powers to my bedding. I spread out completely, enjoying all the room I had out in the field. The tight walls of the valley near the Cavern Town had previously restricted my sleeping space — it had been close to claustrophobic. Now I had all the room I could want, as well as my new more comfortable sleeping arrangements. Though there were still plenty more hours of daylight left, I was asleep in minutes.

#beware the title of this one yall #next chapter won’t be pretty…#enjoy the sweetness of this one tho!#g/t #giant/tiny #other-world universe #gt writing

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pluralsword · 9 months

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um we think it's clearer now especially with how much nick roche drew and likes arcee in idw that um twitch's sword colors are not an accident. we've been insisting this from the beginning that there was some inspiration/homage but this kind of convinced us.

(to be clear about the image below we chose it because it's one by nick where the sword shape is like this, even though the blades aren't yellow, but they are done in yellow for Arcee in phase 1 and when drawn in many of the Optimus Prime comics and in some of Unicron)

Like here she is years after Sins of the Wreckers in a style different from her sword-wielding car front chest big ankle Ford Mustang look Alex Milne dreamed up, and Nick drew her like a G1ified version of IDW Arcee (which to be fair more G1 looking IDW Arcees have had swords like in the Star Trek and Transformers vs GIJoe crossover and also cutting the cables of Decepticons who underestimate her is literally in her 1986 bio), and with the way Twitch's helm looks a lot like IDW1/2 Arcee's with the crest tail this is either subconscious coincidence by one or more of the artists or um, was intentionally drawn on. the only other gal we've seen with two yellow blades is Windblade (who, like Arcee, has been in a same-gender love relationship, in Windblade's case, with Strongarm in Shattered Glass) and only with her Titan Returns or Legends toys, which is why we made a comic featuring Windblade, Arcee, and Twitch

#transformers #maccadam #earthspark #earthspark spoilers #twitch #twitch malto #tf twitch #arcee #idw arcee #trans arcee #twitch isn't trans ofc but she and her terran siblings aren't cis lmao they weren't assigned genders #they chose their own pronouns before or after alts and same for their other words #gender informed siblinghood is so nice robbie and mo are so awesome

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ccarrot · 1 year

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yugi twins backstory? i will die. so

hanako was forced into a position of needing to fix the mysterious old clock

his memories around this seem to be missing. He seems pretty distraught over that

he's giving out a lot more information about this than he usually does. Maybe he's taking Nene's words to heart but maybe it's subconscious, he isn't intentionally letting out all his secrets like this, he's kind looks like he's learning things on the spot

There was some horrifying accident involving the lead of the Wizard of Oz play the school put on, this is definitely implied to be the same year as Amane and Tsukasa's flashback

Oh and Tsukasa DID attend this school. He's apparently sociable, helped out around with his classmates. He is pointedly not helping Amane with the clock

The twins have a tense a fuck relationship here. damn... Does Amane know Tsukasa's sorta a demon now? That's why he's trying to get his brother to leave?

Amane doesn't look beaten up for once. Perhaps the injuries started after he failed to get the clock moving. Or they were from before but stopped.

MAYBE the reason his lifespan got shortened was also because he couldn't fix the clock.

Either way it looks like Amane was involved with the Clockkeepers to some capacity

#tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #amane yugi #tsukasa yugi

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manie-sans-delire-x · 5 months

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This post wasnt anything to do with gender or sex, it was about mental health, so Im not commenting directly on it.

But see...this is why its so important to say "woman". You really dont see anything wrong with saying "men and AFAB"? We dont even get an identity anymore, we dont even get to exist anymore. It is dehumanizing. "Men and other." "Men and not men." "Men and the second sex." "Men and not people." At least be consistent and say "AMAB and AFAB". But this person didnt, and even if it wasnt intentionally malicious, which I dont think it was, the fact that they subconsciously said that shows the mentality, the psyche behind it, sort of like a Freudian slip. Words matter. It programs your brain. Its not meaningless or an accident that they still said man instead of AMAB, but not woman. Men still get to be men, they are still seen as men. Erasing women will make it easier to dehumanize us. Make us sound more like an animal or subspecies than half the human population.

The OP probably didnt even notice that they were doing that, because it'll become normal to you. This is dangerous. This is erasing women more and more, and we're already on the fringes of social caring as it is, and studies have shown that misogyny and violence against women is actually increasing, not decreasing.

If theres no women, theres no womens issues. Theres no vocabulary to address it. Then all the femicide, misogynistic cultural and religious practices, domestic violence/relationship abuse, sex trafficking and prostitution, issues in porn, medical misogyny, child marriage, etc etc etc have no common theme. The blatent, critical trend of the victims sexes and the perps sexes are erased and ignored.

We are already silenced and gaslit all the time, told that its "just as bad for men/goes both ways" although anyone studied in crime or history knows thats is objectively, outrageously untrue. Told to shut up. That we're liars. Having the narrative twisted around and saying that men are actually the oppressed victims, that everything is the opposite, that women have it easier in life and victimize men. How much easier will it be for them to do this if the staggeringly disproportionate rates of crime are ignored, sex is erased from the equation? To claim that actually vicimization and perpetration are on equal rates because "we're all just people". We already see statistical rates of female violence being superficially inflated by males who are being counted as female, giving an inaccurate depiction. This will affect peoples views, beliefs, laws and policies, and scientific teachings and understandings.

Erasing women as a word and social group is dangerous, and it is intentional. Misogynists are thrilled. If women dont exist as a group, feminists cannot organize, people cannot talk about women specific issues. Female oppressors want to make it difficult as possible. Invalidate, confuse, deflect and distract the conversation and impede womens rights progress as much as possible. This is just a new tool theyve discovered. This is the new "All men are created equal"- claiming that women are included in "men" yet then denying them (and non-white people) rights in the same breath.

#op #gender critical #womens rights #womens history #female oppression #afab #convos #discussion

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theycallme-thejackal · 2 years

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One MidgeLenny x TSwift Fic Per Day

31. evermore

What would Lenny do?

It’s a question she’s always subconsciously asked herself, but that was the first time she’d ever done it consciously.

Standing on the tarmac, watching Shy’s plane fly away, it felt like everything she’d worked for had vanished into thin air. She had to tell her parents. Her friends. Moishe.

God, what will Lenny say when he finds out?

Turns out, nothing. No jokes about getting the boot. No condolences. Just I knew the Shy Baldwin thing was tough, an anecdote from his days at Bellmore, and random objects thrown at her from the audience.

After she’s done, she finds him waiting for her by the stage door. “Let’s take a walk,” he says.

She nods and falls into step with him, sharing a cigarette. “So,” she says after a while, “did you know I was working at the Wolford or was that just a happy accident?”

He shrugs as he takes the cigarette back. “Heard a rumor there was a new lady comic. Figured I’d check her out.” She raises a brow at him, and he laughs that ridiculous laugh of his and shakes his head. “Not what I meant, but, uh...” He gestures to her, a little up and down motion of his hand.

She laughs quietly, feels herself blushing a little. “You didn’t know it was me?”

“I hoped. Heard you were back in New York and figured I’d run into you someday.”

Her blush intensifies at his choice of words, and by the way he’s watching her, she knows he chose that word intentionally. “It’s good to see you,” she says after a moment. “Finally had enough of Florida?”

“Too fucking hot down there, and there was no one remaining to join me for human sacrifice night,” Lenny reasons before taking a drag from his cigarette. “And I, uh, heard a friend might be in need of some moral support.”

Midge sighs and takes the cigarette when he offers it. “I said some things on stage that...hit a little too close to home,” she explains. “Things about Shy.”

“Ah,” he says.

“I can’t go into detail.”

“I would never ask you to,” he immediately replies, and she knows he’s telling the truth. There are a lot of people in her life who would pry, but she knows he won’t. “I just hope you’re not hiding out at a strip club because you’re too scared to try again.”

“I’m not,” she replies. “I’m just...I want to work where I can say what I want to say. I can do that at the Wolf.”

“There are a lot of places you can say what you want without the risk of a police raid,” he points out.

She arches a brow again. “Lenny, I’ve been arrested before - ”

“I’m aware. I bailed you out.”

“Hell, I was just arrested last week. That’s how I found the Wolford.”

“Just - ” He stops in his tracks, and she turns to him. “You’re looking for other opportunities, right?”

“Of course I am,” she replies, a little insulted.

“Because you know you have to work your way up in this business, right? Pay your dues, all that shit?”

“No, I was just planning on spending the rest of my life slinging dick jokes at a strip club,” she drawls. “Thought it would be a great example for my daughter.”

“Okay,” he concedes, raising his hands in surrender. “I just...as your husband or possibly your brother, I gotta check in on you once in a while.”

She laughs softly. “I appreciate it,” she says honestly. “Really, Lenny. You have no idea how much your friendship means to me.”

He smiles, a little something she can’t identify behind it. “Me too,” he agrees.

And then there’s silence, just that same heated gaze from Miami, and her breath catches as his fingers find hers. He’s going to kiss her, isn’t he? He’s going to finally -

His hand pulls back, and she realizes he was just taking the cigarette from between her fingers. He lifts it to his lips, taking the last puff before tossing it aside. “Take care of yourself, okay?” He says.

She nods slowly. “I will,” she promises.

He disappears around the corner, and as she releases a breath she didn’t know she was holding, she realizes this is the first time since she watched that plane fly away that she’s felt there’s a way forward. She finally feels like maybe the pain and embarrassment will subside.

Someday.

#midgelenny #midge x lenny #midgexlenny #tmmm fanfic #marvelous mrs. maisel fanfic #otp: more important than god #jackal fics #mltswift

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Gamzee Makara, John Egbert, Roxy Lalonde, Dave Strider, Karkat Vantas, Jake English, Jade Harley

Candy, page 15

GAMZEE: OoOpS mOtHeRfUcKeRs.

JOHN: oops???

ROXY: its fine gamz

ROXY: accidents happen

ROXY: um

ROXY: hey thx everyone for joining me today

ROXY: wow now that im up here its like

ROXY: idk

ROXY: i have no idea what to say

ROXY: and i guess thats cuz there IS nothing to say

ROXY: theres no words to describe how i felt about dirk strider

ROXY: and even tho he left a note that had hella words in it

ROXY: they might as well have been sayin nothing

ROXY: which is just like dirk i guess

ROXY: to leave us with a load of bullshit and no idea why he did what he did

ROXY: so im just gonna say that

ROXY: im glad that he was in my life

ROXY: and give it over to someone whos way more eloquent than me

DAVE: hey guys

DAVE: wanna apologize in advance cuz this is about to get a lil real

DAVE: realer than that three quarters of a corpse im standing about two feet from right now

DAVE: i mean i totally hate to ruin everyones mood on a day where weve gathered to think deep thoughts about how one of us just went and fucking offed themselves

DAVE: not like were gonna be stumbling through our lives constantly experiencing intrusive thoughts about this specific event or anything

DAVE: hey remember what our good pal dirk looked like with no head

DAVE: p hard to forget since getting decapitated was like his third favorite hobby

DAVE: so its not so much the body thats the problem but the sorta

DAVE: existential realization of finality i guess

DAVE: though i aint gonna lie the bodys starting to stink

DAVE: sorry all that shit i just said was a load of absolute bull meant to deflect from the fact that im pretty shook about this

DAVE: i used to do that a lot

DAVE: like basically every time i opened my mouth

DAVE: most of you know this but i had a kinda shitty childhood

DAVE: not gonna go into details but

DAVE: long story short it was technically my good ol bro-dad heres fault

DAVE: not this specific version of him

DAVE: the one i grew up with was a

DAVE: a

DAVE: he was

DAVE: he was just an absolute bastard no offense to the dead

DAVE: yeah ok sure he taught me a ton of shit that if were being generous was in theory useful

DAVE: but he didnt give a single solitary shit about raising a well adjusted kid

DAVE: or

DAVE: raising a kid in general

DAVE: i was more like his disciple

DAVE: and all that mattered was his grand design or wtf ever

DAVE: and i know dirk struggled with

DAVE: you know

DAVE: the idea that he could eventually become that kind of person

DAVE: or even worse that he was somehow cosmically fated to become that person no matter what he wanted or did to prevent it

DAVE: thats prolly how he managed to off himself in the first place considering how the mechanics of god tier works

DAVE: maybe hed been struggling with that the whole time weve been here on earth c

DAVE: who knows with him

DAVE: he was always so inside his own head i cant even imagine what insane train of thought led him to decide that this was his only option

DAVE: but i dont think hed want us beating ourselves up about it

DAVE: or torturing ourselves trying to figure out what it fucking meant

DAVE: esp jake jane and roxy

DAVE: he loved you guys and wouldnt do anything to hurt you

DAVE: well not intentionally i mean

DAVE: anyway all that shit about my bro

DAVE: im over that

DAVE: like as much as you can get over it

DAVE: theres a subconscious response to certain stimuli you cant exactly rewire

DAVE: but the conscious part of my brain is all like

DAVE: shit dude

DAVE: i feel great

DAVE: wtf is hypervigilance??

DAVE: i love being alive and having all these friends who care about me and dont beat the shit out of me every day of my life

DAVE: etc

DAVE: and part of thats cause i got to be friends with dirk

DAVE: it was great getting to know this rad version of my childhood guardian who wasnt completely batshit insane

DAVE: and like just chill with him

DAVE: shoot the shit and freestyle or debate dumb crap without it being a federal fucking issue

DAVE: and more than that he treated me like i was on the level with him

DAVE: he let me give him shit for being a pretentious blowhard every day of his life

DAVE: which i did

DAVE: but despite that i

DAVE: i looked up to him

DAVE: the way i always felt like i should have been looking up to my bro

DAVE: the way i WANTED to look up to my bro but couldnt

DAVE: dirk taught me so much shit i didnt know i needed from him

DAVE: i mean picking up dirks opinions was unavoidable if you ever hung out with him considering he never shut his fucking mouth

DAVE: but im glad he didnt

DAVE: he taught me about combat

DAVE: philosophy

DAVE: life

DAVE: and im sure had he not killed himself the literal day i was finally gonna ask him romantic advice

DAVE: he wouldve taught me about love too

DAVE: so in the end

DAVE: i really got no idea how the fuck im supposed to feel right now

DAVE: but thats probably ok right

DAVE: like its ok

DAVE: to not know how to feel when someone dies

DAVE: its ok to not have all the answers

DAVE: i wish dirk were still alive so i could tell him that

DAVE: but hes not

DAVE: so

DAVE: i guess thats all i got to say about that

ROXY: anyone else have a eulogy theyd like to give

ROXY: i think the best way we can honor dirks memory at this point

ROXY: is to spew an untold number of words into the void

ROXY: as many as we fuckin can

GAMZEE: WhAt’S uP oN tHiS mOsT rIgHtEoUs AnD fRoWnY Of DaYs My BiTcHeS. :’o(

KARKAT: OH MY GOD

KARKAT: NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR ANYTHING YOU HAVE TO SAY, GAMZEE.

GAMZEE: HaHaHaHa YoU sTiLl GoT iT bRoThEr.

GAMZEE: mY mOtHeRfUcKeR oF cOmEdY’s In ThA pRaYbLoCk! ThAt MiRtHfUl NoIsE yOu HoLlEr StIlL sLaPs My MaNg.

KARKAT: IT’S NOT A FUCKING JOKE.

GAMZEE: NiNjAs AnD gEnTlEhOeS!

GAMZEE: We GaThEr Up At ThIs ShRiNe Of WoRsHiP tO wHaTeVeR fAlSe IdOlS oR mEsSiAhS tHeSe HoMiEs GeT tHeIr DeVoTiOn On FoR.

GAMZEE: BuT tHaT’s Ok, BeCaUsE wE’rE mOtHeRfUcKiN uNiFiEd ToDaY, nO mAtTeR wHaT oUr BaD aNd DiFfErEnT bElIeFs SaY aT uS tO oUr PiEtY pAnS.

GAMZEE: We CoMe In CeLeBrAtIoN oF tHe LiFe! :o)

GAMZEE: aNd DeAtH. :o(

GAMZEE: Of ThE oNe AnD oNlY, a TrUlY cHoIcE pIeCe Of MaN-bItCh WhAt WhOm I hArDlY eVeR kNeW:

GAMZEE: tHe DiRkStEr.

KARKAT: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

GAMZEE: ThEn, YoU mIgHt Be Up AnD wOnDeRiNg, WhAt PlAcE hAvE i GoT aLl OrAtInG oN tHe SuBjEcT oF tHe LeGeNd Of ThIs FiNe FeLlOw?

GAMZEE: tHaT’s A gOoD qUeStIoN mY mIrThFuL bRoThErS.

GAMZEE: i MaY nOt Be AlL uP aNd LeArNeD aBoUt HiS lIfE, bUt I’vE gOt DeEp SpIrItAl CoNnEcTiOnS tO hIs DeAtH.

GAMZEE: It JuSt So HaPpEnEd ThAt FaTe BrOuGhT mE tO hIs DoOrStEp On ThE vErY dAy ThAt He WeNt AnD mOtHeRfUcKiNg ChOkEd It OfF aT tHe NeCk.

GAMZEE: oNe Of ThE mOsT sPiRiTuAlLy AwAkEnInG mOmEnTs In My LiFe...

GAMZEE: In SuCh A sHoRt TiMe He TaUgHt Me So MuCh.

GAMZEE: ThIs WaS nO cOiNcIdEnCe. It WaS a HiGhEr PoWeR gUiDiNg My PaTh.

GAMZEE: tHeSe PoWeRs MaDe SuRe ThAt I wOuLd Be ThErE, tO rEcEiVe A gReAt WaRrIoR’s FiNaL mEsSaGe, AnD rElAy It To YoU oN tHiS dArK aNd DrEaRy DaY oF dEaTh.

GAMZEE: HoNk!

GAMZEE: AwWw, ShIzZ. i GuEsS i’Ve GoT tO uP aNd WiNg It!

GAMZEE: YoU eVeR wAkE uP aNd SiT dOwN tO dRoP a FaT oNe In ThE lOaD gApEr, BuT yOuR fLeSh BoDy JuSt AiN’t ReAdY tO gO aNd DoOk It OuT yEt?

GAMZEE: tHaT’s WhAt LiFe WaS lIkE fOr ThE d-MaN.

GAMZEE: A mAn BoRn WiTh A pUrPoSe. A pLaN.

GAMZEE: bUt ThE wIcKeD wAyS oF tHiS wOrLd StOlE tHaT aWaY fRoM hIm...

ROXY: WOW WASNT THAT GREAT FOLKS!

ROXY: WOW JUST WOW I KNEW THIS GUY WOULDNT LET US DOWN

ROXY: BRAVO!!! DAMN I FEEL LIKE IF I NEVER HEARD ANOTHER WORD THIS GUY EVER SAID THATD BE FINE BECAUSE THAT WAS ALL JUST SO *PERFECT*

ROXY: ANYTHING MORE WOULD ONLY DAMPEN THIS PERFECT MEMORY HE GAVE US!

ROXY: TAKE A BOW GAMZEE AND THEN OH YEAH THE EXITS THAT WAY!

GAMZEE: hOoOoOoOoOnK.

ROXY: (hey dude can u get up there and say somethin as like...)

ROXY: (a palate cleanser?)

JAKE: Gulp! Uh...

ROXY: (he was your best bro! come on man surely u got somethin in ur heart to say)

JAKE: Oh... Okay.

ROXY: hay everybody its jakes turn!

ROXY: hes got a few words hed like to say about our dear departed buddy

JOHN: (oh for fuck’s sake.)

JOHN: uhh, hi guys!

DAVE: hey

KARKAT: I SEE THAT EVEN YOU COULDN’T BEAR GAMZEE’S ASININE, BRUTAL AND 100% NONCONSENSUAL ASSAULT ON YOUR LISTEN CRATERS, AND ALSO THE BASIC DECENCY WHICH SAPIENT BEINGS APPARENTLY OWE TO ONE ANOTHER ON THIS PLANET.

JOHN: no, um, actually i listened to the entire thing.

JOHN: i have no idea why i did that. now i have this whole memory in my head that i could have definitely lived without.

JOHN: i was just worried... because you didn’t come back.

JOHN: dave, are you ok?

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: well no

DAVE: but its ok to not be ok about this specific thing i think

DAVE: so for once i think im having like

DAVE: a totally unironically normal emotional reaction to a thing

DAVE: which loops around back to being ok

DAVE: in fact im probs the okayest ive ever been objectively

JOHN: are you SURE?

KARKAT: THAT WAS HALF A HUNDRED WORDS TO EXPRESS A THREE LETTER SENTIMENT.

KARKAT: I’D SAY HE’S DOING FINE.

JOHN: hmm.

JOHN: because i was thinking...

JOHN: do you... want me to go back?

DAVE: go

DAVE: back??

JOHN: with my retcon powers.

JOHN: i could go back and stop him.

DAVE: dude

KARKAT: JOHN!

JOHN: what!

KARKAT: DO YOU NOT HAVE AN INCH OF GODDAMN SENSE IN THAT THICK FUCKING SKULL OF YOURS?

JOHN: what!!!

DAVE: john

DAVE: come on what are my powers

JOHN: ummm... time travel?

DAVE: so you dont think i wouldve already done that if i thought it was a good idea

JOHN: well ok yeah, obviously.

JOHN: but if you DID do it we wouldn’t even know right now because it would’ve just made a new timeline where dirk didn’t kill himself. that’s how time travel works, right?

DAVE: ehhh well actually

JOHN: but!

JOHN: if i retcon it...

JOHN: then it’s like it never even happened!

JOHN: we wouldn’t have had this horrible funeral at all.

DAVE: i dunno dude thats

DAVE: a little fucked up actually

JOHN: you think so?

DAVE: yeah

DAVE: dirk was a complicated guy

DAVE: dude obviously had reasons for doing what he did

DAVE: if you go back and just rewrite his decision

DAVE: thats like denying him his personal autonomy

JOHN: huh. i... didn’t think about it that way.

JADE: dave!!! roxys wondering where you are

DAVE: oh yeah be right there

JADE: what about you karkat? you coming??

KARKAT: YES! GOD!

KARKAT: CAN’T A MAN STAND ON A MOIST AND DREARY PIECE OF RELIGIOUS PROPERTY TO HELP CONSOLE HIS MAIN BRO?!

KARKAT: JESUS FUCK, GOD FORBID WE UPSET THE CAREFULLY ORCHESTRATED FUNERAL PROGRAMMING WHICH JUST FEATURED A SEGMENT WHEREIN A DEEPLY UNPOPULAR CLOWN PISSED HIMSELF IN FRONT OF THE CLAMORING PAPARAZZI!

JADE: oh lord... you dumb baby

JADE: karkat it looks to ME like youre the one third wheeling dave and johns poignant brotimes

JADE: so why dont you get your butt on over here???

KARKAT: ARGH... FINE!

DAVE: john

DAVE: i get what you were trying to do

DAVE: but

DAVE: its ok dude

DAVE: im ok

JOHN: that’s weird...

JOHN: it was working just the other day.

ROXY: lmao john its just me

ROXY: doin ok up there b?

JOHN: i’m fine!!!

JOHN: wait. b?

ROXY: yea like short for babe

ROXY: cuz ur my babe b

JOHN: oh, haha. right.

ROXY: is dave ok?

JOHN: yeah, i guess.

JOHN: ...

JOHN: are YOU okay?

ROXY: yea

ROXY: actually

ROXY: im more than ok

ROXY: cause ive been thinking

JOHN: oh?

ROXY: about you n me

ROXY: and this

ROXY: hey john

ROXY: we should get hitched

JOHN: ummmmmm...

JOHN: um...

JOHN: ...what???

ROXY: um what WHAT?

ROXY: john cmon

ROXY: marry me

JOHN: like...

JOHN: right NOW?

ROXY: lmao totes

ROXY: were already at the church n everything

JOHN: o-oh my god.

JOHN: oh my god!

ROXY: john

JOHN: oh my god, are you serious??

ROXY: no LOL

ROXY: john u take everything so literally

ROXY: its fuckin adorbs

JOHN: is that... why you want to marry me?

ROXY: yea

ROXY: im off the charts with all my jokes n shit

ROXY: and i gotta even all that out

ROXY: with this like HUGE helping of clueless nerd :)

JOHN: roxy...

ROXY: ok but lets be serious here moment

ROXY: i actually do love that youre so earnest

ROXY: its cute as fuck and also

ROXY: i always know where i stand with you

JOHN: roxy...

ROXY: sides this whole

ROXY: THING with dirk

ROXY: its made me realize that even though were immortal

ROXY: were not necessarily gonna live forever

ROXY: lifes too short not to spend every moment with the one u love

JOHN: you...

JOHN: LOVE me??

ROXY: yea john i love you

ROXY: wanna marry u and spend the rest of my life with u and pop out a bunch of cute lil buck toothed babies with you

JOHN: oh, uh. haha, wow. roxy that’s um.

JOHN: that’s a LOT.

ROXY: well you dont gotta answer rn

ROXY: just know its on the table

JOHN: i...

JOHN: ok.

JOHN: ok, let’s... let’s do it!

ROXY: ooo u want to do it??

JOHN: yeah!

JOHN: er... i mean...

JOHN: um, yeah. that too.

JOHN: but i meant...

JOHN: about the getting married thing.

JOHN: let’s... do that!

JOHN: let’s totally get married!!

ROXY: omg

ROXY: were gonna be SO freakin happy!

#homestuck #homestuck epilogues #gamzee makara #john egbert #roxy lalonde #dave strider #karkat vantas #jake english #jade harley #candy epilogue #page 15

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