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actual-changeling · 4 months

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I have written many meta posts and s3-theories, and read even more, but I got hit by an idea I have not seen before. (If there is another post, please link it!)

After vibrating for an hour and losing my mind in my dms, I have no scraped together enough brain cells to present what is probably my first actual 'main-plot meta'.

Welcome to another edition of Alex's unhinged meta corner, today with a title to honour Crowley's James Bond obsession and the possibility of another heaven heist.

I give you:

From Jesus with Love - You Will Live Twice

Now, let's get right into it.

I think Neil might have told us more about the main s3 plotline in the announcement article than we previously thought. We all got stuck on 'they're not talking'—for good reason—but it is the part before that which has been bugging me ever since then.

The plans are going wrong—and this time that is a problem for earth and humanity. Turning that around, it means that whatever that plan consists of would be the way to go and beneficial for everyone, the opposite of the main plot of s1.

"They need to prevent the Second Coming (SC)" is pretty much the only and most popular idea I have seen, hundreds of fics and metas and whatnot have been written about it, but I think there's a good chance we're wrong. If we're not, well, I will honestly just be happy to be watching season 3.

Whatever the Metatron is planning will have negative consequences for everyone, or as Michael puts it: "And so… it ends. Everything ends. Time and the world is over, and we begin Eternity… forever and ever."

It sounds very much like Apocalypse #1 - Same Old Plan, same expected result, yet if we look at different interpretations of scripture we find that the SC is not entirely about complete destruction and death for all of humanity—it is about creating a new world/migrating to the kingdom of God.

This is taken from the Wikipedia article about the SC

Resurrection and life in a world to come are a direct contradiction to the result Michael is explaining—total annihilation of humanity.

Now, I am neither religious in any way nor have I ever received any sort of biblical education. Luckily, Christians seem to love talking about the bible because there are dozens of bible website to wade through. If I get anything wrong, please point it out, I have never touched a bible in my life.

So, after reading many, many quotes by a bunch of different guys, I tried to create a somewhat coherent picture of what the SC might look like based on the assumption that the end result is positive. I will talk about how they can be interpreted more in-depth later, otherwise this would turn into a string-net very fast.

Additionally, we can also see where these points overlap with the statement Jimbriel gave in the bookshop in episode three.

What is Jesus' job description?

only God knows when and how exactly it will begin/happen, no one else does, including Jesus and the Metatron

a lot of different catastrophes are mentioned or quoted as something Jesus said, like earthquakes and storms -> Jimbriel mentioned a tempest and great storms

there is also the line "All these are the beginning of birth pains." Birth pains dictate that there will be a birth—birth of the world to come perhaps?

dead people will be resurrected/leave their graves so that they too can be judged (I'd say participate in it but that sounds like the Second Coming is a summer camp activity)

there are also mentions of stars and the heavens in general falling from the sky and the sun going dark -> Jimbriel also mentions darkness as one of the signs

great lamentations, as Jimbriel says, are also a part of many different passages, with humans mourning the world as it was

the Lord will descent with the voice of an Archangel and the sound of a trumpet/the trumpet of God; the grammatical structure of that sentence seems to be interpreted differently depending on who you ask, but the voices of angels/an Archangel and some sort of trumpet are common terms

once everyone is in heaven/wherever the 'main even' will take place, a judgement call will be made for every single person in relation to the book of life, which decides whether they will be punished forever or not (one passage talks about a lake of fire and mentions it several times in a row)

And this is where it gets tricky. To figure out what the SC looks like, we first need to understand a) what the Metatron's capabilities are, b) what he has to lose, and c) what exactly would be a threat to him.

If you ask me, all of this comes down to the Metatron wanting to stay and be in power for eternity with full control over angels so he can do as he please, aka keeping the system running as it is.

We know the book of life (bol) is a thing in the Good Omens universe, whether it does what Michael said is an entirely different question. So far, we have also only got confirmation that hell collects and tortures souls—in such large amounts that they are understaffed—while heaven looks completely empty.

The Metatron runs heaven as an institution, he seems to be the highest power any of the angels have access to and the one they defer to. He refers to himself as the voice of God and combines judge, jury and executioner, making him one great celestial dictator.

From what we know of hell, they do things a lot more democratically, having different councils, dukes, and ranks that are responsible for different levels of command.

We also know that that the Metatron wants the world to end, his goals can probably be summarized as the statement Michael makes, which would leave him in charge without any opposing forces.

We also also know that he sees Crowley and Aziraphale as a threat—why exactly remains a mystery for now—and that the success of his plan hinges on having a Supreme Archangel (SA) he can control. Gabriel decided to become princess of hell and Beez' sugar baby, so he was out of the equation, and after the Armageddon disaster, I don't think he wants to risk failing because of an unfamiliarity with earth (plus, y'know, getting our two idiots away from the plan).

It's interesting to me that right at the end, he says to Aziraphale "We call it the Second Coming"—call, not it is or it will be, CALL. We know that nothing Neil writes is a coincidence, definitely not with such an important line.

Just because you CALL something a specific name doesn't mean it IS what you call it, e.g. Aziraphale calls Crowley a foul fiend when we know he very much isn't.

The Metatron is selling his plan as part of the "Great/Ineffable Plan", so any questions can be blocked by saying it's God's will, it's ineffable. Whatever his plan is, he hides it behind the concept of the Second Coming, which angels know just enough about to understand the basics without having in-depth knowledge of what exactly it entails.

It is a good fucking strategy, I'll give him that, and it WORKS because angels—even if they have doubts—do not question. They simply don't; fear of punishment and millennia of conditioning have left them in a horrible place. When they encounter something unknown, their response is "I already knew that" as to not ask questions.

Crowley questions, we know that, and Aziraphale, ohhhhh, Aziraphale ALSO questions, but he does it in a less dangerous and obvious way. The Metatron is vastly underprepared for that.

(Side note: That alone would be its own meta post, but the gist is that he questions heaven's plans and then adjusts his assumptions of what God might want to what he WANTS God to want, e.g. Job, the Arch)

To summarize everything I just said, the Metatron wants to do what Armageddon failed to do—destroy earth and the universe—so he can be supreme dictator of all remaining celestial beings and gorge himself on power.

But instead of calling it his Big Evil Plan, he calls it the Second Coming, making everyone play along without resistance.

We cycle aaaaall the way back to the sentence I quoted—the ACTUAL plans are going wrong since the Metatron's would mean total destruction.

But what is the SC supposed to be if not the Apocalypse 2.0?

When I look at all the different aspects of the SC and assume a positive outcome, then the end result to me would be a new world that is pretty much like the old world, or maybe even literally the old world but with any destruction reversed. Heaven and hell get dissolved since now that everyone has been "judged", they as institutions are no longer needed, they have fulfilled their purpose.

No more judgement means there is no reason to keep track anymore, so why do you need to run celestial corporations whose only job is doing exactly that? You don't—and THAT is what I believe is the biggest perceived threat to the Metatron, losing full control over everyone and everything, losing his position, his title, and whatever else he has.

On top of that, Good Omens has told us again and again that God doesn't seem to give a fuck about good and evil anymore, and that without heaven and hell being all wrapped up in it, humanity would have 100% free will without any consequences.

Maybe the BoL is empty, maybe it isn't real, maybe Jesus stole it to straighten a wobbly table, who knows. There is a chance it is what Michael says, but I would admittedly find that a bit. too obvious and boring since it would boil the plot down to "they save their own asses again" and not "they save humanity at all cost".

Regarding Crowley and Aziraphale's role in this—I have Thoughts TM but those definitely need their own post. In short, they have to get the SC back on track, the real one.

If you have made it this far, thank you for working through what I hope are more or less coherent rambles. Any spelling or grammar mistakes are my own.

Questions? Thoughts? Corrections? Expansions and additions?

Feel free to add to this post however you like (and I can't believe I have to mentions this but if you clown on my post or behave like an asshole you will be blocked).

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hockeymenarehot · 4 months

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Late Night Calls Feat. Bill Kaulitz

pairing: best friend!bill kaulitz x fem!reader

summary: bill kaulitz has always been your best friend, and you've always confided to him. when you wake up startled from a nightmare, you decide to call him. what you don't expect are his feelings towards you.

warnings: smut, fem reader, phone sex, masturbation (fem. & m.), squirting, praise, pet names (darling, princess), it's implied he steals your panties, u cry and it turns him on, depictions of nightmares, lmk if I missed anything!

for my bae: @billkaulitzbaeee

You heave in a large amount of air, your body shooting up from its once peaceful resting spot. Your eyes frantically survey your room, and you clutch the silky smoothness of your nightgown as you attempt to collect your thoughts. Just a dream, it was just a dream you repeat in your head as you feel the cool air of your fan, the sweat on your forehead slowly dissipating. The attempt to calm yourself seemed to be working for your mind, but not so much your body. Your heart was still beating at a fast pace, and your ears still had a subtle ring. Deciding that trying to get some sleep on your own would be futile, you slowly reached for your phone.

3:38 A.M.

You weren't sure if your best friend, Bill, would pick up his phone but decided that it was more likely he would. He would do almost anything for you and you knew that. You found comfort in his presence, from his subtle sweet touches to his kind words. He was always there for you. You searched through the sea of your contacts before finding his number, giving it one final thought before pressing the Call button.

Ring, ring. Two full rings before he picks up.

"Hello?"

His voice sounded husky, like you had just awoken him from what might've been the best sleep of his life. Feeling guilty about this quite obvious realization you muster up a meek "Hi," and you begin to question if this was actually a good idea. I mean, it isn't like you've never been vulnerable with him before, but this time seemed so much different.

You couldn't tell what it was that was off, but something about it made you feel a little embarrassed, shameful even. Almost as if you'd walked in on him doing something he wouldn't want you to see. And honestly, you were enjoying it. "I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" You whisper, still feeling a certain amount of guilt. "No, no, not at all. I barely sleep." Liar, you thought to yourself. "Is there something you needed? Did something happen?" His voice had a slight sense of urgency to it, which you found quite endearing. "No... well, sort of," you begin quietly "I had a nightmare..." Your voice left your mouth in almost a whine, and you could almost catch the way his breath hitched over the poor phone quality. "I'm sorry, darling" That name he had never referred to you by. Strange. "Tell me... tell me what happened." Some shuffling on his end. You began telling him about the great atrocities of your nightmare, all of the chasing and adrenaline. The monsters you would see around every corner, or maybe your lost loved ones. He would acknowledge you every so often with a short "Hm," or "I'm sorry" to let you know he was still listening. Or at least to keep you under the impression that he was. He truly did care about you and your wellbeing, its just in all honesty you were perfectly fine. Your voice sounded so perfect to his ears, and the subtle whines and borderline moans you would serve him as you described your nightmare had him in a shameful position. One you had yet to pick up on, and this was annoying him. He decided he was going to test the waters. "Nggh-" Silence. "Are.. are you okay? You sound hurt." There was a level of surprise and concern in your voice, still trying to interpret the noise that just left his mouth. "I'm fine, don't worry about me darling. Just keep running your pretty mouth." You had no reason to question him or his honesty, so you continued. Your story of your nightmare turned into more stories of previous nightmares, some even worse than the one you had experienced tonight. But you trusted him with all this information, and it felt good to finally get it off your chest. Eventually, the recollection of all these horrible visions brought tears to the corners of your eyes. Your voice began to quiver as the tears fell down your face and rolled onto your plush comforter, leaving tiny damp spots. Not even 30 seconds into your crying session, and you heard a loud moan from his end, along with an undeniable squelching noise. This left you speechless, before you said "Are you?..." His breath hitched once more "Fuck princess, so you finally caught on. So sorry... You have no idea how crazy you make me. When you called me whining 'n moaning I just couldn't help myself." You felt your heart skip about two beats at his words, your face heating up and painting your cheeks a rosy pink. He would probably tease you if he could see you. "I- I had no idea you, um, that of me like.. that." You heard a sarcastic sounding laugh before he spoke again "You're telling me you had no idea? Come on princess, I know you aren't that stupid. Plus, I know you feel it too." His voice was still coated with the same huskiness as he spoke. "Bill, I have no idea what you're talking about. You aren't making any sense!" You whisper yelled. "Really? Don't play dumb with me. You don't think I see the way you look at me? The way you clench your thighs every time I so much as brush your arm? The way you stutter any time I compliment you? You can't do all that and leave me hangin', princess." You took a moment to think before noticing how hard your thighs were pressed together, and how your core was aching. Aching for him. You never wanted to acknowledge this part of yourself, the part that wanted him so badly. But as he's on the other end of the phone fisting his cock to the mere sound of your voice, you come to the conclusion that you're passed the point of return.

So, with shame you let out a strained whisper "Please," and you hear him groan on the other side of the line. You can tell he's been waiting for this. "Please what, princess? Use your words, I know you can." Your ears pick up some subtle sqeulching sounds again, so you swallow your pride and try your best to stabilize your voice "Please help me cum, I need you. Need you so bad." This apparently satisfies him. "That's my girl. Why don't you take off those pretty panties for me? I know you're wearing those pretty pink ones that you wear so much. Just for me, huh?" You choose to ignore the implications of his words, too focused on the increasing noises he's making and the fire in the pit of your stomach. Doing as your told you remove your pink panties and throw them onto the floor, bunching up the buttery silk of your nightgown to give you better access to your soaking cunt. "Now what?" you groan, feeling your neediness increase. "Mm, Fuck. Bet you're so wet. I bet you can already take two fingers. Do that for me. Fuck your fingers, I know you can." You whine at his words, feeling your arousal pool onto your comforter. But you do as your told, trailing your cool fingers down your abdomen and towards your aching pussy. "Nuh-uh, pretty girl. Need you to put the phone next to your sweet cunt. Need to hear the way your fingers go in 'n out." Your face heats up with embarrassment at his words, but you comply as your move the phone to rest in between your thighs. You continue your previous minstrations, using two fingers to prod at your wet hole. You swirl your fingers, gathering your juices before plunging your fingers into your pussy. "Ha-!" You let out a high-pitched moan as your fingers travel deeper and deeper, slowly alleviating the aching in your stomach. "Oh, fuck. Just like that, princess." You hear Bill moan, followed by increased noises of him sliding his hand up and down his impressive length. The fact that he was getting off to just the noises you made egged you on even further, using your fingers to try and navigate towards your g-spot. "Say my- shit- name, baby." Not wanting to dissapoint, you loudly mewl "Bill!" as your fingers find there way to your sweet spot, repeatedly brushing up against it. Bills moans gain in ther frequency and pitch, which you find hot. "Are you close? I bet you are. Come with me, princess." His words make you loudly moan, your second hand coming down to rub fast circles on your clit. You hear Bill let out a final grunt as he comes, "Oh fuck, Y/n!" Him moaning your name as he orgasms has your back arching off your bed, your fingers pinching at your clit. You fuck yourself onto your fingers hitting your g-spot, and your abdomen tensing before your juices spray onto your bedsheets. You're left a twitching mess as you chant his name like it's the only word you've ever been taught. You pull your hand away from your clit and your fingers out of your pussy, allowing your back to find a resting place on your bed again.

"You did so well for me, princess. Now that you're all nice and wet for me, why don't you come over and see how well you can take my cock?"

a/n: i hope u enjoyed! i haven't wrote in a couple months, so i might be a little rusty. if you have any ideas or prompts, feel free to send in a request! :)

#bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz fanfic #bill kaulitz #kaulitz twins #kaulitz #kaulitz smut #smut #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel smut #tokio hotel fanfic

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mythicalviper-fr · 3 months

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hi! Thank you for making your guide, it’s been so helpful as a new skin artist. I’m still confused about how to make good festival submissions (?) I thought my submission for Rockbreaker’s Ceremony fit all the conditions you talked about but no one seemed interested in my skin. Do you have any advice on how newer artists can make a good entry?

I'm happy the guide's helped! It is less of a checklist and more on how I personally approach the contest. There are a lot of things I don’t think I described well technique-wise, so I’ve considered making step-by-step tutorials to approach each contest that would better encapsulate the win conditions I described. But for now, here’s one way you can approach a contest, particularly if you’re a new artist.

1. Pick Your Breed (and Battles)

Breed variety, as I stated in the guide, is the Number One reason I win any contest. This is where I think I should’ve gone more into why I favored the Ridgeback F base - it’s important to pick a canvas that will not impede your ability to create and more importantly, a canvas that makes you comfortable as an artist. Ridgeback F has a big wingspace that serves as a good canvas and the anatomy is easy (for me) to design on, which is why this is the canvas I default to.

Here are some of the best “starter” canvases for new artists, in my personal opinion:

Wildclaw M and F: these bases, particularly the F pose, don’t get many submissions (look at their submission rate in the Gala!) They have a standard dino anatomy that’s easy to understand and work around.

Fae M: Fae rarely get entries. The big wingspace is a great canvas, and more importantly, the M Fae canvas is pretty small compared to the others, so it’s less daunting. The shrimp posture can be a bit hard to grasp, but you can honestly just do a wingcent.

Coatl M and F: Coatl is a great base for new artists if shadows and lines are disrupting your creative process, because they don’t have as much of those. (You can also turn shadows/lines off while you’re drawing. I usually have shadows off and lineart at 30% opacity. Just remember to turn them back on when you submit!)

2. Theme Your Skin: Canonical Elements

August goes into this better in his guide, but you generally want to stick closer to canon. Think of skin contests like an art contest for a fandom. If you were submitting to, say, a Percy Jackson art contest, you’ll probably draw inspiration from Greek and Roman mythology, not Aztec or Chinese mythology. Flight Rising is the same. So, here are canonical places you can draw inspiration from:

Past festival familiars and apparel

Existing vistas, scenes, and World Map locations

Artistic interpretations of the canonical lore

If you do want to go outside of canon, my suggestion is to pick a neutral element. This means something that doesn’t have any religious/otherwise connotations, and is still related to the flight. I.e.: icy mountains for the ice flight, different types of minerals for the earth flight, different types of plants for nature. You are making an official item for the site, so work with that in mind.

3. Skin Composition: Balance

Composition is how the elements in an art piece work together. I struggle a lot with it, so I am not the best person to speak on this. What I’ve found that works for me is focusing the canvas on one big thing and putting small elements around it. That big item is usually wings, which is a great neutral component that can take on attributes of different elements. If you look at my skins, they usually follow the equation of skin = 1 big element (wings, bones, crystals) + 2 small elements (gradients, sparkles, butterflies, leaves, flowers).

[RBC 2023 = bones + crystals + rocks] [TC 2022 = wings + gradient + wispy shadow things]

4. Skin Execution: Actually Drawing the Thing

The best part of festival contests is the skill bar is quite low. I am going to contradict myself slightly by saying you do need a basic understanding of how to draw, but aside from that, contests are forgiving if you aren’t an experienced artist. I had six months of experience when I won my first contest and more recently, I was drawing with zero wrist mobility. These are some of my recent skins that were created when I could not render the way I usually do or use line weight.

[TCC 2023 & ROR 2023]

In comparison, here are skins when I could render and line weight.

[WS 2023 & GG 2023]

Importantly, all of these skins won. So that’s why, from my perspective, whether you’re an experienced artist or not, whether you know how to render or not, is not the point.

I don’t want to imply that you don’t need any skill to win a contest… it is a contest, after all. I think what I’m trying to say is: to make the best entry you can, you need to know the skills that complement YOUR art style. It isn’t necessarily the skill difference between artists that determines who wins, it’s how you use the skills you have to bring out the most in your piece.

There is no one way to making good art. And the hardest obstacle as a new artist is finding out what enhances your art style. You may not even have an art style yet, and that’s okay. That’s why it’s vital you continue exploring - which contests are great for.

Again, everything in this post is only what I have personally observed. This approach will not work for everyone, since everyone’s creative process is going to be different. But I hope this is a good bare-bones, structured, guide as to what I personally focus on – and I hope that it’s good for reference, even if the specific steps aren’t helpful for you ^^

#flightrising #flight rising #fr skins and accents #skins and accents #fr guides

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wizkiddx · 1 year

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summary: pierre still finds spa incredibly difficult - and has many an emotion that has built up to explode

pierre gasly x driver!reader

Warnings (pls read!): grief, panic attacks (different for everyone, just my interpretation of it), general anxiety, death (pls pls don't read if any of these could trigger u - inbox is always open if u need to talk) xxx

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“Y/n! We’re late!”

“Yeh I know-I know I’m comin-“

“Now 3 minutes late and the bus is-“

“Yeh I know! I’m coming!” You practically screamed as you smoothed out your mclaren team uniform, taking one last glance in the mirror of your drivers room before yanking the door open. Max, your press officed, was glaring at you from the other side, before immediately spinning on his heel to lead you down the papaya lined corridors.

“You’re getting a reputation for being late you know.”

“It’s not my fault! There was just this really cute kid out there and they were a massive mclaren fan and-“

“You need to learn to smile and wave. Because really you know if you are late it’s my job that’s at risk and-“ You already tuned out Max’s lectures - you got them at least once a day so really it was part of an everyday occurrence.

The two of you had come to an unspoken conclusion. You would never change and neither would he. So the lectures were here to stay.

Being a rookie in their first season, there obviously is alot of eyes on you and media was important. But there was just so much. It was eye watering. Today, for example, it was qualifying day. As in big important day. And yet, you had spent at least 3 hours doing media.

And now you were late for the drivers parade. A stupid tradition where all 20 of you got on the roof top bus and make small talk, whilst waving to the crowds. Honestly it seemed a bit outdated, though it was a nice chance to chat to the other drivers - actually further away from prying mics and cameras than in the paddock. So small victories.

This one seemed particularly annpying though, just because the lap in Spa is so so long. You’d be on the bus for ages, because there was no way it was going up eau rouge with any speed.

You didn’t want to keep all the other drivers waiting, it was on their time too after all. So you and Max jogged through the paddock, dodging everyone shouting your name, to get into the FIA building. It was the area of the pit garage which wasn’t controlled by a team, instead the FIA. It was where you got weighed after the race, and all the other box ticking activities.

Just as you entered the covered over area, a swarm of blue and white clouded your vision, one of them heading straight for the two of you.

“Max you haven’t seen Pierre have you?” A thick french accent from the tall brunette, who you quickly pieced together as always being with the french alphatauri driver he was trying to locate. Either a coach, engineer, PR or friend you assumed. He completely ignored you, directing the question solely at Max.

“Not from our direction, you ok?” Max had apparently - for once- picked up on mood and asked the man if everything was alright. To be fair, it was pretty obvious, he was sweating and looking round frantically.

“He’s not doing so great and now he disappeared and- I actually shouldn’t probably be saying this.” He looked like he wanted to leave the conversation, shuffling from foot to foot.

“No worries. You go, we’ll keep an eye.” You butted yourself into the conversation as the man smiled thankfully before already making his way out.

“That was weird” Max muttered under his breath, as the two of you started walking again. Agreeing you nodded, biting your lip in the hope it genuinely was nothing and Pierre had just been taken for an interview or a fan or something.

“Who was that by the way? I’ve seen him around but never…”

“Oh thats Pyry, yeh Pierre and him kind of keep themselves to themselves but I know him back from when we both worked in Indycar so.”

“You think Pierres okay?” You spoke to Max in between greeting a few FIA people as you entered the ‘holding pen’ full of drivers before you got on the bus.

“Sure it’s nothing, right can I trust you to stay here and go on the parade without risking my job again? You were rolling your eyes at his sarcasm, ready to slap back with a crass word except something quite quickly popped into your mind. He saw you freeze and instantly read your mind. “SERIOUSLY?”

“I’m sorry I just didn’t get a chance to go before we left the team and the bus is gonna be long and I really need a wee!”

“You are so lucky that gaslys gone awol otherwise-“

“You love me really!” You ended the conversation, jogging toward the toilet facilitates in order to piss the guy off as little as possible. The FIA toilets were hardly glamourous, just hidden round a series of soon to be flat packed corridors leading to three stalls and basic sinks opposite. They had only become unisex toilets after your first race - where you found there were no womens toilets as apparently before there wasn’t a need. Safe to say you were furious at that.

As you rounded the corner, a noise struck you - making you stop in your tracks and look around. It was as though someone was panting or having an asthma attack- whatever was happening they appeared to be gasping for breath. Tiptoeing further into the toilet, not wanting to scare whoever it was, you crouched down. From that angle you could see a hunched body sitting with there back to the cubicle door. The gasping only got louder, it sounded like they were really in trouble, so you knew you had to do something.

You knocked lightly on that door before calling out a soft hello. You saw the person flinch, clearly a bit shocked, and momentarily silence fell over the cubicles.

“Hey, um, I just wanted to check if you needed anything?”What sounded like a muffled sob escaped the person, before a cough and then a rasped reply.

“C-cant breaathe.”

“Do you have an inhaler or anything?” Thinking this still could be an asthma attack you were primed to run to the medic tent or something.

“F-feel like….like I will die.”

It was those words that gave it away. A heavy french accent that so normally was coupled with a cocky smile. It was remarkably different to normal, but then Pyry’s words echoed in the back of your mind. ‘He’s not doing so great’.

And then you put it all together. Spa. Anthoine. Pierre.

“You’re not going to die Pierre, but we should try and get your breathing under control okay?” You spoke in a measured, calm tone to the closed door you were now crouched infront of.

“Can’t-can’t breathe.” He just responded in a shaky tone.

“Can you turn around and open the door? It might help to get some fresh air in?” There was some huffing and puffing, but eventually the door cracked open. He was still sitting on the floor and looked through the crack with a terrified suspicion. “It’s okay it’s just me in here…Y/n - is that okay?” With the confirmation there wasn’t an audience, Pierre allowed the door to fully open as he sat crosslegged - clutching his knees.

He was in head to toe alpha tauri merch, but that wasn’t the striking thing. He looked so small and scared hunched in a ball as he continued to gasp for breath, his eyes red and shining. He looked broken.

“Good job okay, so have you ever tried grounding before?” He shook his head violently, and you shuffled forwards to sit directly opposite him. He may not have tried it before, but you had always found grounding helpful - so maybe it was worth a try.

“Don’t worry, I’ll talk you through it. Can you tell me 5 things you can see?”

“Wha-what do you-“

“I know it sounds silly but sometimes it helps. 5 things you can see?” He looked at you, still gasping and trembling, but also with a quizzical look.

“uhm I see…. I see you…”

“Good, thats one, what else can you see?”

“uhm the-the door?” He looked at you almost unsure, so you gently nodded in order to get him to go on. “and the-the sinks?”

“Doing really good, can you get two more?”

“I-I see the toilet paper and-and the toilet?” He briefly looked round to the loo before speaking, and you let out a gentle chuckle.

“Yeh admittedly not very glamourous, but you did really good. Now can you try and tell me four things you can feel? It could be the ground your clothes, anything.”

“I-err” He took a few more fast breaths before continuing.”the tiles on the floor, the-the shoes I wear?” Again he looked at your for encouragement which you gave, both by nodding and offering your hand out. It was a simple gesture, because sometimes you ran out of things to say for this category and someone elses hand counts. “I feel my shirt collar and-and you.” He squeezed your hand gratefully and you smiled, moving onto three things he can hear. He said the crowd (which you could hear the quiet rumble of everywhere), the leaking tap and your voice. At this point his breathing was a lot better though he was trembling. By no means was he okay - but he didn’t seem in the flight or fight stage anymore.

“Okay now two things you can smell?”

“In a toilet?” He retorted back, making the both of you laugh - him wetly, and you could tell he was only laughing for your sake but you took it.

“Humour me.”

“Ok…well-well the toilet-“ You shook you head and rolled your eyes playfully. “and-and your perfume.” He answered honestly and you smiled, noting to buy another bottle of it - if it can overpower a toilet then thats a win.

“Now one thing you can taste, but I always carry these in my pocket because this one is a difficult one.” You held out a packet of mints, offering out to Pierre. He smiled smally before accepting your offer and popping the white polo into his mouth.

“Is this not cheating?”

“Yeh maybe a bit. So what one thing can you taste?”

“Mint.”

“No way!” You exclaimed sarcastically and Pierre chuckled a bit at you. “How are you feeling now?”

“Well I can breathe so thats a bit better.” He was still almost whispering and you could still tell he wasn’t okay. With the hand he was holding you squeezed lightly before, cautiously, asking your next question.

“Sometimes it can be helpful to talk about whats going on?”

“I don’t really talk about him.” That sounded like a pre-programmed response, one he used for the media, used for friends.

“Anthoine?”

“Yeh” He nodded, looking defeated. You decided the change tack. You told him to shuffle up, and then you sat right next to him - you were both sat against one wall of the toilet cubicle, feet pressed against the other wall.

“I lost a friend, Mia, when we were 20 last year. And it’s weird because I didn’t use to think of her everyday, because there was no need, she was there living her life and I was living mine. But then, when she died, everything changed. I feel like I have to think about her, to keep her memory alive. But I wasn’t ever thinking about her life, I was thinking about death and missing her. It was unsustainable.”

“Toino was like my brother.” You hadn’t expected him to speak up but almost immediately he launched himself into words and thought that had clearly been on the tip of his tongue for so long. “And everyone just keeps carrying on but I don’t feel like I can. Not like that.”

“Like the world keeps on turning for everyone else but for you-“

“ oui… and we come back here every year and I drive round where he died and I live it again and again and again… And you are right, I don’t think about his life, I think about his dea-“ He cut himself off when his voice broke, covering his face with his hands as he broke down.

There was nothing to be said. You just sat with him, your side pressed up next to his in the squashed cubicle. He cried for a little bit, letting it all out. You just stayed quiet, watching the blank wall in front of you. That was until a couple of moments later, when the man beside you spoke up again.

“Thanks for… well for knowing what to do.”

“It’s ok, anyone would help. It’s just how I’d want someone to treat me too.” You felt his eyes on you, looked over to see his eyes burning a hole in your head with there intensity.

“It happens… it happens to you too?”

“I have panic attacks yeh, I’m used to them but it doesn’t make them any less scary when they happen.”

“I only had since Tonio and only once or twice but… I just feel like somethings wrong with me.” You sighed quietly, heartbroken to hear the way he was speaking. Before this you’d had a maximum of three conversations - mostly were small talk about the weather. But you couldn’t not feel empathy for the man sat next to you.

“Nothing is wrong with you, we are all just human. And sometimes its shitty but thats the way it is. You think you’ll be okay for this afternoon?” This afternoon meaning qualifying. Pierre shuffled, before nodding, again catching your eyes.

“I think so - I’m just tired.”

“Panic attacks are draining. Luckily we still have-“ Checking your branded watch you smiled gratefully. You would’ve missed drivers parade now. Silver linings and all. “- three and a half hours and a pre-race nap is part of my routine. I’m sure you can talk to Pyry and squeeze one in?”

“You know Pyry? Sorry just realise we haven’t spoken alot.”

“No no don’t be, and I just bumped into him today actually. Are you feeling ready to…” The blonde took a shuddering breath, as if to steel himself. The two of you stood up, exiting the confined toilet cubicle and out by the sinks.

“Oh putain!” Pierre cursed quietly as soon as he saw himself in the mirror, his red eyes, flushed and tear stained cheeks. You had to snicker at that - even if you felt bad for him it was weird to see the normally oh so confident and oh so put together driver unhappy with his appearance. It was nothing a splash of water couldn’t fix though, and just before you were about to leave, Pierre grabbed your arm.

“Seriously thankyou Y/n and…and I’d appreciate it if this stayed between you and me.”

“You don’t have to thank me and you don’t have to worry either. If you do want to talk or anything too I’m always- this sounds stupid.”

“No no thankyou for the offer. It umh- it was good to properly meet you. Y/n” He offered you a hand, to which you shook with a shy smile.

“You too Pierre, if I don’t see you before the race - you’ll do great.”

“You too Y/n”

You left the toilet with a quiet smile, the two of peeling off to your respective crews. Pyry was waiting around just on the left and you saw him wrap an arm round Pierres shoulders as he led him towards the motorhome. You smiled to yourself, grateful that Pierre was doing a bit better than before. That was until you saw Max and new you’d be in shitloads of PR trouble.

“Max! I’m so sorry I swear I can expl-“

“Y/n I’m actually not about to lecture you!” He almost laughed, to which you cocked you head at, as he started leading you through the paddock again. “I came to get you but heard you talking to Pierre, thought it was best to give you both a bit of privacy.”

“Oh thanks mate, I appreciate thtat alot.”

“No stress, and I’ve already smoothed everything over with the FIA and organisers for you both missing the parade. So just so you know you owe me - big time.”

“When do I not Max?” He just laughed, patting you on your back before heading off down the paddock.

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The rest of the weekend was pretty much run of the mill. Your qualifying was pretty good, coming out P4 and beating both mercedes and checo and lando - so a pretty decent result. You’d only seen Pierre brefily as you passed him in the paddock. Maybe he actually hadn’t seen you or maybe he was playing it cool and pretending the morning never happened - if so you didn’t really mind, he clearly had stuff to work out and understandably you were low priority.

Sunday morning was pretty overcast, but you quickly and efficiently completed all your media and team commitments with two hours before you were needed back in the garage. So you and your coach Eddie had escaped the madness in your motorhome - provided for you by the team. It was a welcome escape from the chaos of the paddock and garages, where you could shower, relax, get changed and generally decompress. Determined to make use of the facilities you decided to shower then have a pre-reace nap in the bed at the back.

You left Eddie in the communal area as you showered, hence why you were surprised when you turned off the basking hot water to hear three voices from the otherside of the door. The motorhomes were supposed to be super private- only personal guests of the drivers were allowed in. So who on earth Eddie was having chit-chat with was beyond you - even mclaren personnel werent supposed to be allowed in without your say so.

COonfused, you hurried to put on your fire-resistant ‘unders’ layer - in order to be race-ready and because they were pretty damn comfortable. Quickly checking yourself in the half fogged up mirror, you accepted the fact you did look like a drowned rat and whoever it was would just have to deal with it. As you opened the door, the hushed conversations halted immediately, silence overtaking the motor home as all eyes fell on you. Especially some piercing blue ones.

“Y/n, I hope you don’t mind but Pyry and Pierre wanted to catch up with you and I thought you wouldn’t mind-“ Your coach spoke first, gesturing to the two men sitting bolt upright on the edge of the little sofa.

“No no, of course not! Sorry I just got out of the shower but erm… well it’s nice to finally meet you Pyry.”

“The pleasure is all mine” He spoke with such a french smoothness, one that no doubt melted alot of peoples hearts before. “But Eddie and I will leave you alone.”

“Oh will we know?” Eddie almost squacked, making you stifle a little laugh at his almost offended face. He looked to you questioningly, to which you replied. “Go have an hour or two off, I was only going to nap anyway.” He looked slightly rejected, standing up slowly as he followed Pyry to the door.

“I’ll be back when you need prep for the race, and if you need anything just give me a call.” He was being overprotective and you knew it, but it was also endearing. True to your word, you hadn’t told Eddie or anyone else about the incident with Pierre yesterday. Of course Max, yoru PR manager, had overheard- but he was surprisingly being quite reserved with it. So when Eddie saw the biggest player in the paddock suddenly wanting your attention alone - his distrust was understandable.

With a final quizzical look Pyry dragged poor Eddie out the motorhome, leaving just you and Pierre now standing awkwardly opposite each other.

“Do you want to…” Jiltedly you offered him a seat on the sofa - cutting through the cold atmosphere.

“I’m sorry this was Pyry’s idea.” Pierre muttered, refusing to meet your eyeline. But you saw enough to know his eyes were deep and sunken. He looked tired and broken.

“No no don’t apologise!… But er, what was Pyrys idea?” Letting out a little embarrassed huff, Pierre continued.

“Well, I-er-I told him about yesterday in the-the toilet and well I didn’t sleep las night but I tried the 54321 thing and it worked but I still cant completely calm down and-and so Pyry said maybe if you helped yesterday you could help now? I know it’s a stupid idea and probably don’t have time so I can just leav-“

“Pierre!” You had to physically interrupt his ramblings or you thought there would be a high risk he’d never stop. “I’m glad you came. And as I said to Eddie, I was just planning on taking a nap anyway - and in the nicest way it looks like you need it too.”

He looked gobsmacked - mouth literally hanging open- at what you thought was a pretty unsurprising answer. But then maybe, he really hadnt expected it. Which made sense - you were hardly friends, and now you were casually offering to nap together?

“You-you are sure? It isn’t weird?” His french accent came out a little more which was incredibly endearing, as you patted the space next to you on the bed.

“Not to me. And if it makes you feel more comfortable-“ you paused, clambering to the sofa and stealing all the decorative papaya cushions from it.” - heres a pillow wall so this is your side and this is mine.”

The normally supremely confident blonde man still looked like a deer caught in headlights, but you were well aware this wasn’t at all his normal. Agreeing with your plan, he took his coat off and placed it on the sofa before clambering on to his side of the bed. And then there was silence for a bit, both of you staring up at the ceiling with a wall of pillows beside you. It gave Pierre time and space to speak freely - something which you kind of knew he needed.

“You were right yesterday. I think of his death, not of his life… I try but I-I constantly disappoint myself and-and him.” He sighed, giving you a chance to figure out what the hell to say in response to that.

“Okay well, tell me about him. What is your earliest memory of him?” The lack of response was deafening, you were worried you might’ve overstepped. But then the top pillow of the wall, the one that was blocking your vision of his head, was whipped away. Both of you turned over on the bed - still otherwise seperated- but looking deep into his eyes.

“He-he was my brother. We met only when we were tiny…”

And Pierre spoke and spoke and spoke. Spoke about meeting as eight year olds, both with unruly long side-swept hair that looked ridiculous. He spoke of their first arguement after a karting incident which he only now admits as his fault. He spoke about living together for half a year when they were both in the early part of their career. He spoke of holidays hiking, hours in the gym, staying with his family. He spoke the story of Anthoine, from his perspective.

You sensed where he got near the ending. His free, almost rambling speaking, only pausing to consider how to say what he was thinking in english, changed. It became jilted, more tense, more stuck. Before it became overwhelming for him you interrupted.

“He sounds a bit like you, you know? A bit less arrogant, less of an arsehole, but a bit like you.” Pierre chuckled, taking in a breath and closing his eyes before responding.

“I see why you say that, but he was not like me at all . Not really. I…I think thats why I needed him. Why I still do I guess.”

“ I don’t think it’s like that, not really. People sometimes bring out something in ourselves we don’t easily find. The right person, they fit in the right way, the equal and the opposite. It’s balance. When I lost my friend, I realised all the parts of me that I didnt have but they did. The bits she couldnt fill in for me anymore. She was funny, she was a sarcastic pessimist, she was so innocent and she was so brave. She was brilliant.”

“She sounds like a contradiction.” Pierre noted and it made you chuckle a bit.

“She was and thats what was so beautiful about her. But, the point is, only when I lost her did she teach me the most. Because instead of relying on her to be those things, I had to learn to do it for myself. I embraced her and all her weird quirks. It-it might sounds stupid, but I feel like she really does live on in me. Her death changed me- it was so hard and so shit. But I changed for the better. I grew to be more like her… I still sometimes joke with her in my head. When someone says something we have an in-joke about. I hear her laugh. They are with us, I think. They will always be.”

There was silence again for a few moments, but it wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward. It just was.

“When did she…” He didn’t finish off the sentence but you knew what he meant.

“2 and a half years ago. Cancer.”

“putain” he muttered under his breath, making your eyebrows quirk into the pillow.

“Putin? Like Vladimir?”

“No-no cherie” he half laughed at your confusion “it is french. It means um shit or fuck.”

“Oh ah, well yeh putin indeed.”

“No, Putaine!”

“Pootain?” You butchered, but Pierre knew it was best to admit defeat.

“putain.” He agreed, both of you looking at each other in a serious deadly silence that lasted about 3 seconds until you both burst out laughing.

It wasn’t that funny but the laugh was needed. So you both laughed.

It took a minute of two for you both to calm down, but when you did you both reverted to the same positions you were in before. Facing each other, eyes locked with each other.

“You think you’ll be able to sleep for a bit?”

“I thinik…”He took a minute, literally to think, you could see the cogs turning. “I think I might… it feels less…less crushing.”

“Thats a good start.” You genuinely smiled over at him, it felt as though you could see the change in his face. He still looked like shit - or merde, as you now knew. But there was something about his eyes. They looked calmer. “Goodnight Pierre.”

“Goodnight Y/n.”

You woke up instinctively, to the noise of the motorhome door opening. Craning your neck up, you gave Eddie a sleepy smile as he tiptoed into the motorhome, followed by Pyry just on his shoulder. Given Eddies much calmer demeanour, even though you were now actually in bed with Pierre, you assumed Pyry must of said something to him. Otherwise god knows, you’d half expect Eddie to remove Pierre from the motorhome himself. He was like your overprotective dad but so much worse.

Pierre. You looked back from the doorway to the guy to your left. It was only at that point you realised the both of you had barely moved. The pillow wall stood strong, except from the removed highest one, which meant you could see the frenchman. Facing towards you, you noticed things you never had before about Pierre. His almost fluffy stubble, that contradicted the sharp jawline it framed. How surprisingly long his eyelashes were, almost dusting the surface of his undereye. How peaceful he looked. When he didn’t have the smug smile or flirtatious eyes, maybe his face would be tolerable.

“45 minutes till you need to be in garage, thought it was time we started warm-up.” Eddie spoke in a hushed voice, getting your attention from the man beside you again. You nodded in agreement, then tried to work yourself out the bed without moving it to disturb Pierre. You weren’t his coach, but you could tell the man was in desperate need of sleep. Even if it wasn’t his usual way to prepare for a race you thought Pyry should maybe make an exception and allow him to sleep for longer.

“You guys can stay in here as long as you need. We can warm up in the garage right?” You looked from Pyry to Eddie, all of you keeping your voices low.

“You are a miracle worker, thankyou from the both of us.” Pyry looked almost relieved, making you blush.

“I didn’t do-“

“You really did. Thankyou, and goodluck for the race.”

With one last look at the man curled up in your bed, Eddie lightly pulled you out of the motorhome.

You needed to concentrate. You had a race after all.

let me know what u think - and pls pls if u need my inbox is always open x

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anonzentimes · 13 days

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Hi Zen! This might be another difficult question for you to answer, but I'd like to ask: Which official artwork of Nagito do you like the most?

Even in the official art, he looks different sometimes, doesn't he? I am still confused as to what color his eyes are. (In a lot of fanfic they are described as gray, but in some art they are clearly blue).

I would like to know which of the official artwork, whether in games, anime or manga, is your favorite.

Whoa!! that Is a difficult question! I'll try to answer it though haha!

I have a lot of them I like but choosing one is pretty difficult... so I'll just start this answer off with a discussion on the inconsistencies statement! I believe Nagito's eyes are definitely gray, at some points it maybe hard to tell but they're definitely gray! There are a few anime moments where his eyes feel green, some promotional material straight up changes it to green, and a small amount spin off art may change it to something that can be interpreted as blue, but for the most part they are absolutely gray.

I think the only actual very small change he undergoes is his color tips? His hair always has a gradient but the colors used for it are a little inconsistent sometimes. In Danganronpa 3 they're red and occasionally purple so it's a little weird haha! Sometimes he's not drawn with his gradient at all, a slight gradient with the same color, a red gradient, or a purple gradient so it's pretty confusing. His gradient also changes with how prominent it is depending on the art if there even is one. He's drawn most often with red subtle tips though so I think that was the intention. You could probably chalk it up to lighting if you wanted Lol.

While I do love a lot of his sprites I think some of them are pretty restrictive and lack all of the emotions we know he's able to show because he does in other appearances. This is why I really like when the Mangas allow him to be very expressive beyond what his sprites can convey! I think his sprites can really excel with some expressions but falls flat with others.

Rambles about his sprites in Dr2 and his slight inconsistencies aside, a lot of his art is great! (I'm very biased) but I do have some strong opinions, positively and negatively, on quite a few of them. The main thing is that I don't know if I actually have a favorite??? It's a really difficult question.

But I do want to highlight these three dr2 cgs I really like! He isn't fully 100% consistent here but I really like them. I know a lot of people think Nagito's showing Junko's arm art looks bad but I honestly like it. Nagito about to play Russian Roulette is such an awesome moment too! The one where he has the fire behind him is not only really cool, but also a really good in game shot of most of his body from a different angle!

I truly, again, love his manga art! His specific spin off's manga has a lot of really amazing, interesting, and fun visuals! Even if I'm not really fond of the anatomy the artist uses it's still really good stuff. The Danganronpa 2 spin off mangas have really good anatomy and expressions he looks sooo good there I'm in love with it.

While I'm at it I also want to highlight his reference sheet, it's clearly consistent because that's the job of a reference and I think his expression is pretty cute here. I don't really see people talk about it so I just wanted to also bring it up Lol.

For the most part I've really struggled to directly answer your question because he has a lot of different interpretations, art, and appearances that all mix together into one mental image or understanding of what he looks like for me. I really love most all of his art so it's hard to say. Nagito has a lot of different tones in his art as well, from his crazed ramblings to happy expressions, he has so many tonally different art pieces because he excels at being sweet and intimidating. This makes it even more difficult!

In conclusion, I don't believe I can come up with an absolute answer for you unfortunately. Regardless though, I definitely learned from this that I have strong opinions on all of his art. I hope you enjoyed my appreciation for some of his art and small talk about mild inconsistencies of his haha!!

Apologies this took so long and Thank you for your ask <3

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moonlightdancer26 · 6 months

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re; Lily and Snape:

I grew up reading and watching the HP movies and it's taken me about 13ish years but in my conclusion, I do believe that Snape loved Lily but not in a romantic way. I believe that he loved her platonically; there are such things as platonic soulmates and I think that if things had gone differently between them, like yes the whole incident in their fifth year did drive them apart, but to my understanding, Snape didn't really try to break her and James apart. He left her be, and when the whole prophecy came about and became a double agent for Dumbledore, he did it because he wanted to protect Lily. But when she died, you can see, especially in the movies, that a piece of Snape died.

Wow, this got ridiculously long, but tldr, I think that Snape and Lily would have stayed platonic and not romantic, but more in terms of platonic soulmates if that makes sense.

Honestly me neither. I think at most he may have had a crush on her at some point (maybe around the time they were 12-14) or thought he had a crush on her simply because he had no genuine perception of love and all its different forms because he never learned it from his family. So when he finally learned all those “boys and girls” things in his pre-teen years at Hogwarts, he thought Lily’s kindness to him was romantic and that his love of her had to be romantic, but then he quickly learned that he saw her as nothing more than a best friend (and maybe a sister, but Snape was an only-child and likely saw how bad Tuney was to Lily). Rowling did kind of play around with the “he had a crush on her” idea, so that’s where I’m getting this from lol (and also because I experienced something embarrassingly similar when I was a kid 💀).

Anyway, I’m a firm believer and supporter of platonic!Snily, and I find it slightly disheartening to see all these people try to turn pure love into something sexual and incel-ish, especially considering all of the time Sev and Lils spent together was when they were children and teenagers. That being said, I have nothing against romantic!Snily and, despite not believing in it myself, I can certainly understand why they would interpret it that way and I think it’s perfectly fine!

Also, I apologise for the delayed answer, I’ve been too busy worrying about what’s been going on with the news and could only answer short to-the-point asks. But thank you very much for your ask, have a great day <3

#snily #platonic snily #anti snaters #severus snape #pro snape #pro severus snape #snape #harry potter #hp #ask #asks

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aroaceleovaldez · 1 year

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another thing with the first series Great Prophecy I think about a lot - “A half-blood of the eldest gods” could be interpreted so many different ways, and actually “A child of the Big 3″ doesn’t make any sense even in the contexts of the series.

To begin with, “A half-blood of” could mean a direct child, a legacy, or even just a chosen hero. As long as they’re presumably a demigod. We’re presuming half-blood means demigod here but honestly even that could be a vague point. “A half-blood of” does not specify direct descendant.

Then, if we’re saying “the eldest gods,” presuming “Gods” meaning the Olympians specifically, is the children of Kronos, then that means any demigod of any of the children of Kronos should count. Which means that Demeter should have been part of the oath too! But she wasn’t and her children weren’t even considered for the prophecy! And neither was there any consideration for adopted children or chosen heroes of Hera or Hestia! Heck, by that logic, Jason is like, potential prophecy kid squared (son of Jupiter and adopted by Hera/Juno - half-blood of two eldest gods! Plus he was turning 15 the year the Second Titanomachy ended. If Percy ended up not being the one to turn 16 then Jason would have been next. (Or well if we want to get technical Frank would have been next, as a descendant of Poseidon, but then Jason.)

But the thing is, even among the Olympians, the children of Kronos aren’t necessarily the oldest gods. Aphrodite is potentially older, depending on how you frame the timeline and her origin story (which in this case is relatively vague in the PJO universe - we don’t know if PJO Aphrodite is older or younger than Kronos’ children). So if Aphrodite is older than Kronos’ children, her children/descendants/chosen heroes could also potentially be children of the prophecy.

And it doesn’t stop there. Because it’s not specified that “gods” here is specifically restricted to the Olympians. “the eldest gods” could mean gods older than the Olympians, of which there are plenty. I mean, primordial gods? Gods of specific concepts? and that’s just the tip of the iceberg and isn’t even getting into defining “god” and if we’re counting like, the Titans or not (because sometimes they are counted! And sometimes they do have demigod children! Hello Dryas of Calydon, occasional son of Iapetus [aka Bob The Titan]).

And that’s all specifically mythological. If we’re talking historically eldest gods, then that’s a whole different ballpark. To begin with, A CHILD OF HADES THEORETICALLY DOES NOT EVEN QUALIFY TO BE THE CHILD OF THE PROPHECY! That’s right! If we’re going strictly historically eldest gods, then Hades even being part of the oath was completely moot because his children could not be the children of the prophecy! Because as far as we know, Hades does not predate the Greek dark ages! So Percy claiming the prophecy to prevent it from falling to Nico was potentially pointless! Percy on the other hand is then a very strong candidate for the prophecy, because it’s heavily implied his dad is specifically Mycenean Poseidon (”Earthshaker”), who does predate the Greek dark ages. But you know who’s potentially even older? HERMES. Which means Luke could be doubly the child of the prophecy for all we know! Cause the prophecy also does not specify that the child of the prophecy turning 16 is when the prophecy ends, just that they’ll reach 16 against all odds. Heck, if Luke’s first quest was when he was 16, then we can interpret that as when the prophecy begins and that it’s all his prophecy.

#pjo #percy jackson #luke castellan #riordanverse #analysis #long post //

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tubbytarchia · 11 days

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I'm baffled that people are hating on you for having an opinion on a fictional Minecraft block man aksbahf. Even as someone who does enjoy FH (mostly the fandom version of it honestly), it's bonkers to judge someone for NOT liking a ship? Or not enjoying a character's behavior? Or for interpreting on-screen interactions differently than they do??? Like jesus, the whole point of fandom is to enjoy it the way you want to. You're not hurting anyone by seeing a pairing as negative based on what you watched. Look at friggin' Desert Duo, half the fandom writes 'em as toxic and divorced, and the other says they're devoted and inseparable. Different stances and interpretations make for a mixed and flavorful fandom experience and a melting pot of awesome stories and art. Good lord, god forbid you like something different or dislike a specific part of a media that you love lol

Keep doing you friend, you're great! <3

- 🧚‍♀️

Oh god if only it were like desert duo, if only... But lmao yeah right!! I'm sorry that Scott smajor damnthatsalongusername is a guy that exists in real life I really don't care. I just want to discuss what I see from the series! And the more I see people with similar opinions to mine talk, the more evident it becomes that those opinions used to be so minimal because of this kind of fandom treatment. And so my heart goes out to anyone who dares talk about said opinions even if it gets them accused of homophobia lol. I'm with you guys...

And the fact that you like FH... but you're on my blog and share this sentiment... Is that so hard... Is it so hard to be decently sensible about different opinions and interpretations...

Also I do like FH too haha, I don't think I can say I ship it but obviously it's really compelling to me, and I've said it before and I'll keep saying it that I very much enjoy a lot of fluffy FH art and I really like them in ESMP1 for example. But no, I said they were toxic in 3L so that means I hate them!!!! It's ridiculous how much of a black and white matter this is to so many people, I don't understand... And the thing is that I WANT to understand! As you said, it's cool and intriguing! Differing discussion only adds to any one subject matter. Soft FH people probably wouldn't change my mind but I'd love to understand their points if only those points weren't something along the lines of "shut up you're wrong" (obviously not everyone!! But it is what I keep seeing in the FH tag lol)

I've seen people proclaim Jimmy as the abusive one, or proclaim ranchers as toxic etc, and I don't see it but man does it intrigue me! It's absurd to me personally, but I'm not telling you to shut up - you can't just say that and not tell me more! I wanna know what people are thinking without shutting one another down...

#blabber #thank you so much fairy anon for the kind words also <3

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castawavy · 7 days

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November Save MEGA summary (part 2)

before / next

hope you all enjoyed the previous summary, it was a nice walk down memory lane for me 😁❤ anyways let's just jump into the next one

so basically overall steve was really HATING working at Hogan's but June was just doing really well in general (enough to be the main earner in the household essentially so steve was able to quit his job)

june attempted to wingwoman raj again because things didnt really work out with kamala... LMAO

on friday she took a day off and decided to go for a job interview to join an in-house legal team

and very quickly she learned shed got the job 😁🤸‍♀️💖

on monday she let her manager Margot know she was resigning and officially handed in her resignation to the boss, boss, Jared. they were all super happy for her, and june was grateful to have had a good time working with them all

THEN, after that she visited her mom for awhile (who lives in Brindleton Bay, and caught up with her without steve or the kids)

that same weekend it was adelaide's birthday and they threw her a modest party (they are always paycheck to paycheck kinda ngl but june's recent job change / promotion means that things are getting better

bonus shot of the kids being EXTRA cute (they get on really well) 💖

very VERY soon after that, june attended a conference in Tartosa with her new team, which was a great chance to get to know everyone...

UNFORTUNATELY things got a bit flirty at the dinner 🌹😢 and the brunette guy behind june flirted with June and she did it back 😵 and yeah... nothing else happened but YIKES. my interpretation of june is honestly that she got a taste of what her life could have been like, without steve... the kids... bills etc, and she got a bit carried away by the glitz and glam of it all 🤷‍♀️ (sorry I do like my sims to have flaws, & like everyone else june is not perfect </3), but yeah as I said nothing else happened and june immedietaly felt AWFUL about it as she should (shes a loyal trait sim) 😘 but she did look stunning that night

when she got home it was extra bad as well because she had to face steve (and the kids) and it made he realise how lucky she had it, cuz steve also got her some champagne to celebrate her new job ☠😂

so... june confessed and told steve about what happened, and ngl even I was suprised he took it so well and was understanding + I think he appreciated she told him right away

also right after he mentioned marriage??? I think the two of them needed to talk about it cuz june always saw herself getting married I think and steve hadnt really considered it...

BUT YEAH drama / crisis averted AHAHAH sorry this seems really fast but I promise it had been brewing for some time - I think out of the two of them, unfortunately june is just a little bit more insecure than steve, because she has set so many expectations on herself & her mother growing up was very strict with her </3 overall I know she invisioned her life going differently, but when faced with that actual opportunity she didnt take it 😘❤🤸‍♀️

bonus picture of steve because we havent seen him for awhile now and hes gotten a lot healthier recently / working on himself and his mental health a bit (not quit smoking yet though) also raj came over and june seemed more like his best friend than steve because they were joking around so much 😂😂😂

also omg then adie had a bear phase...

😁 and that's a wrap for this summary but PHEW a lot of focus on june this time (I always love giving my sims really complex spouses)

before / next

#ts4 #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #november save #nsgen1

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portsandstars · 1 month

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Vere cosplay description/tutorial continued part two (belt edition).

If you made it this far, GREAT!!! You're doing fantastic.

My interpretation of his waist/below

I chose to make the belt into a skirt, rather than the whole thing as a dress. This seemed a lot easier to me than trying to combine things further, and honestly I'd definitely recommend this. I made the belt pattern by covering my torso in Saran wrap, tape (masking or duct tape) drawing the belt shape on my torso, and then cutting it out. Note that your front and back of your torso may differ in shape, so I'd reccomend drawing where your belly button is.

I then cleaned up the lines and made it into a pattern piece. Make sure it's symmetrical.. and ADD SEAM ALLOWANCE! If you're not impatient AF then I'd reccomend tracing your tape pattern onto paper so it's actually flat.

It's important for this belt to be SO STRONG because it's going to be under a LOT of strain during the day due to how it's tight and where it is on the body. Maybe it's overkill but I cut out a front and back piece(so my pattern x2), interlining, and added cotton underlining for strength to both the front and the back pieces.

Steps

1. make ur pattern with Saran wrap and tape

2. Clean up your pattern

3. Iron all your fabric and cut out your pattern (2 x of pattern, 2x of underlining cotton, 1x of interlining)

4. Staystitch and zigag fabric (except not the pleather bc we don't care Abt it as it doesn't fray)

5. Attach your interfacing to the cotton (front side cotton) and then baste the cotton to the pleather (front and back). So now you have 2 pieces of the belt, inside and outside piece.

6. Make the pattern for the strips of leather on the front. You should trace your belt pattern and then draw on the strips onto this tracing. They can't be straight lines bc this belt is a C shape tbh, and so they are almost like mini belt patterns. Don't forget seam allowance for their hems!

7. Sew these straps to the outside piece. If you have an idea for the metalic front belt details it would be great to attach them here in this step but I didn't bc I didn't have a good idea (might get them 3d printed though).

8. Freestyle some pockets bc ur gonna rly want some on the inside. I made one the size of my phone as well as credit cards.

9. Sew the pockets to the inside of the belt piece.

10. Put right sides together and sew the top seam of the belt together (seam by your belly button). Belt is like )( now. clip this inner seam.

11. One option you have is to now hem the bottom of the outside and the inside. In this case, you would put the pleated hanging fabric between these two layers and then topstitch it down. This isn't what I did but it'd look better imo than having it hand stitched to the inside. If you don't want to finish it this way, keep the right sides facing each other , sew the bottom hem, and then turn inside out. This will not be possible if you've added stiff belt details btw.

12. Figure out your pleating. I did this by pinning my fabric to my waist while was wearing shorts and seeing what density of pleats looked like and how it compared to what I wanted. It'll depend on how translucent your mesh/tulle is. You can do a small section, and then extrapolate. For me, I did a test of 17.5 cm of freehand pleating which I discovered was 98 cm of fabric (unpleated). As I needed the top pleated edge to be 44.5 cm long, that was-250 cm of fabric for EACH SIDE. These side skirt things are REALLY awkward bc you need all this pleating at the top to get the look but at the bottom, it's supposed to be little wider than a foot or so. Below I demonstrated my end shape with paper. You start with the wide top for the pleating, and the bottom the ending width you want it to be. Then, place weights at the corners and bring up the edges. Cut off the excess. Pleat the top edge as you would normally ignoring the odd shape and it should work out. The proportions in the bottom image is NOT ACCURATE Bc the top edge should be 250 cm and the bottom edge like.. 40 cm.

13. personally I just sewed the pleats to some small strips to keep everything together and then handsewed them to the inside of the belt (with my arm insidethe belt, like a pillowcase). But like I said, you could easily add them into the seam of the belt for a neater look.

14. Add your black gauze in here. Tbh it doesn't need a weird shape it can just be a rectangle that you pleat

15. I placed an unpleated mesh pannel behind the pleating and sewed small tacks throughout so the fabric stayed pulled back to the side. It felt too skirt like (?) Without this and more puffy, too. You don't have to do this but it was my solution and was pretty unobtrusive.

16. Hand fix your chains in. The cotton is also important for supporting these bc they're heavy af. I used chandelier chains, and I'd reccomend getting some where the links are NOT welded shut or it will be difficult to adjust the length of the chains without heavier duty metal working equipment.

17. Add in some structure! If the belt is an open pillowcase, this goes where the pillow would. I used a stiff plastic folders (below) cut into shape (smaller than the pattern by a bit so it doesn't mess with seam allowances). This gives your belt SO MUCH HEFT and is great!! You could also use foam too! Highly reccomend!

18. Add a closure. Personally I used a zipper, but a corset back would work great too especially if you fluctuate size. We don't see his back yet so you can do what you want lol.

19. Personally I added some wire to the bottom hem of the tulle to help it be straight and hang better with the weight but I didn't really like how this turned out.

Just for posterity, here's the pattern I made for the legbands. They're prettttty close but not SUPER close. I'd recommend covering your leg in ductape and having yourself or someone else try to draw the shapes in a mirror. It's wack AF though so I thought seeing what mine looks like laid flat might help you.

#touchstarved #touchstarved cosplay #mine #cosplay #touchstarved game #vere

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tobiasdrake · 5 days

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Dragonball has a couple interesting redemptions to talk about. Like Piccolo Jr., where depending on how you interpret his character changes both whether he has any significant crimes to be redeemed of, and the exact moment where this redemption begins. If you hold the Jr. is a seperate individual from Piccolo Daimao, then the only crimes he ever really committed are Attempted Murder (Of Goku) and mass property damage. And if you hold that Piccolo Jr. Was born a demon and lost that demonic status through positive character development, then his redemption technically occurs before he spends any time with Gohan, because he can't have been a demon when he killed Goku and Raditz (As Dragonball establishes that those killed by demons don't go to the afterlife). That scenario really makes you remember that Piccolo Jr. was only 3 years old when he fought Goku. And that's just one possible reading of his character

Piccolo is a complicated entity. There are basically three, arguably four versions of the character - but they are ultimately different facets of the same guy.

There's the original Piccolo-Daimao/Great Demon King Piccolo, of course. What's interesting about Daimao is that he seemingly lacks moral agency.

Piccolo isn't a demon because of how evil he is. He's a demon because, metaphysically, he is a demon. This is not a turn of phrase. It is not a title. It is not a fanciful status you can attain by kicking enough puppies. It is a mythological being.

When the Nameless Namekian ascended to become God, he purged all corruption and wickedness from his heart, and that wickedness became the demon Piccolo. As a demon, Piccolo is literally evil incarnate. He can only know evil. He can only be evil. He is incapable of anything else.

This man has no true goals, desires, or ambitions. He's just evil. Because he is composed entirely of evil and can know nothing but evil. By circumstances of his existences, he's not even really a person; He is just evil.

Even his idea of world domination is just genocide in slow motion.

He wants to kill everything for maximum evilness. He has a 43-year plan for disseminating fear, anarchy, and violence around society before he finishes killing all life on this planet. This is not a three-dimensional human being. This is what you get when you put an abstract concept into a body. He is not physically capable of making moral choices.

The moment everything changes is, of course, when Goku presents a very compelling argument that he should get his shit together.

This is the moment that people often point to as evidence that the two Piccolos are different characters.

Moments before he spontaneously explodes for... honestly, no clear reason at all... Piccolo speaks to the egg he's reincarnating himself into. It's a weird thing for him to do if the egg contains his own soul or essence or what have you.

But. Well. Contain it, the egg does. Piccolo hatches from his own egg with full continuity of consciousness from his past self. He remembers his identity, he remembers Goku, he remembers God and their relationship, he even remembers the language of his home planet from long before he and God ever divided.

His identity, his personality, every scrap of knowledge he ever knew, is all intact in this new body. Piccolo identifies himself as the Piccolo-Daimao reborn.

Which God independently corroborates.

Piccolo never died; If he had, God would have died as well. God cannot exist if Piccolo-Daimao does not. This is how the metaphysics work.

An argument could be made that a reincarnation is not entirely the same being. It is nonetheless a new life, a new being. Avatar: The Last Airbender goes to great lengths to show how very different the reincarnations of a single person can be, as each incarnation is born as a blank slate.

But. Uh. Piccolo Jr. wasn't born as a blank slate. He was born with Piccolo's memories, identity, personality, ambitions, etc. fully intact. So trying to label him as a brand new person untethered from the old is ultimately splitting hairs.

However.

What he wasn't reborn as, is a demon. And that's where things get interesting.

Piccolo reincarnated himself into a new body, but that new body was a new body. In terms of personality and memory and identity, he woke up the same Daimao as before - but metaphysically, he woke up as a fully three-dimensional being, suddenly capable of choice and complexity and moral agency.

He hatched himself into a new Namekian being, rather than a demon spawn.

This new form of Piccolo still wanted to take over the world. Because that's what he wanted when he was a demon. Piccolo is a ball in motion from the time he hatches, continuing to pursue the agenda he had in place before his reincarnation gambit.

But. It's. Complicated now, because he can't just do evil for evil's sake. His goals have to make sense now. They have to be a thing that a person would want. Before he even meets Gohan, he's already softened up from Pure Evil Incarnate.

The Demon Lord of old didn't really want to rule the world. It was just a pretense for a slow and cruel genocide. But in this new state, suddenly he cares about his prospective empire. He's concerned now about the wellbeing of the people he would govern.

Eight years ago his "plans for this world" were for everyone to die. But here he is like "How dare this asshole try to kill my planet when I intend to rule it!?" He's getting confused about his own motivation because his original motivation was just "Do Evil".

In this form, Piccolo is self-aware now. And he's not happy about his place in the universe.

Before, he was acting on just... raw evilness. But now he's emotional. He's bitter. Cynical. Resentful of God. He can feel things now. And with the arrival of the Saiyans bearing down on him, Piccolo's thoughts have turned to his legacy.

People fixate on The Moment but it's the capstone of a point that had been hammered in and hammered in: That Piccolo is changing, that he's been changing since the moment he hatched from that egg. That he is even capable of change because he ceased to be a demon on that fateful day years ago.

It's on the shoulders of all of this groundwork that the fateful moment everyone remembers takes place.

From this point forward, Piccolo is unquestionably 100% a protagonist, though he's still a bit of an asshole.

The debatable transformation in his character comes from his assimilation of Nail.

While Piccolo and Nail's merger does have some fairly explicit effects on his character....

It's not super clear whether his developing sense of empathy for others is a result of it, or a consequence of the growth he's already undergone up to this point.

In either case, Piccolo's development ultimately brings him to his final transformation:

This last transformation is... unusual. In a sense, it devalues the redemptive journey Piccolo's been on up to this point. Despite Piccolo repeatedly insisting "I'M DRIVING, You're just going to be FOOD FOR ME," the new being that results from their joining is at once both Piccolo and God, and neither all the same.

He still answers to the name Piccolo for convenience's sake.

But he's different now. He's humble. Wise. A spiritual leader who offers reverence to the divine and guidance to the uncertain.

This is not the same man who gleefully spat in the face of God.

Look at him there, offering spiritual clarity. Piccolo would never.

This new version of Piccolo is effectively a brand new character, bearing some traits from both Piccolo and God. This is not a product of character development, but because they waved a magic wand and fused into a single guy. So it feels kinda cheap.

But at the same time, it's not. Because Piccolo's growth and development wasn't wasted. Indeed, it's that growth and development that brought him to this point; That made it possible for Piccolo and God to rejoin one another in the first place.

This final transformation is Piccolo's redemption; The culmination of a long journey that he's been on, from Pure Evil Incarnate to a three-dimensional man standing at the altar of God in his Temple in Heaven, seeking the ability to protect the people he loves.

The prodigal son finding his way home, to become himself again.

#dragon ball #dragon ball z #piccolo

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9800sblog · 7 months

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hi jes! how've u been? i hope everything's fine as u read this.

may i request a "things/characteristics that might be a turn off or deal breaker for ateez"? i hope u haven't done something like this before hehe

thank u in advance and have a great day <3

-🪽

ateez deal breakers

based on tarot, a little difficult to interpret as they don't talk openly about relationships, take it with a grain of salt

seonghwa

4 of swords, the hierophant reversed, king of swords

dependence, people that need him to boss them around, that need him to be in control of the relationship, like someone who wouldn't make the first move or high demand people. stuck in their ways, close minded, negative, too introverted (isolated, lone wolves, etc), people that stay lied down in their room all day, people that sleep too much, people that worry too much and would complain and need him to be super nice. not being spontaneous, defensive, controlling and scared.

hongjoong

(he seems super busy these days, cards were jumping and my head and eyes started feeling heavy and my body tired 😮‍💨)

ace of cups reversed, the devil reversed, 6 of cups reversed

I don't think he likes people that are very experienced in relationships. he honestly might have a specific person in mind or just a really reaaaally specific type, so if you're anything different from that, you're just not his person. if he can't see himself being friends with them, having a friendship before and beyond a relationship. someone that doesn't wanna have kids. it honestly feels like he's looking for a soulmate so if you're not them, there's just no hope for you.

yunho

knight of pentacles, 5 of cups reversed, page of pentacles, bottom of the deck: the star

co-workers, other idols, celebrities (basically anyone he couldn't run from if they broke up). doesn't want someone that has just started their career or college students, he's done a lot in his life and he wants someone to match him. he doesn't wanna fix anyone or save them, he just wants someone he can chill with, so no negativity, hard work, pessimism, anyone that would bring his spirit down, he doesn't want to be "the energizer" of his relationship, that's his JOB. he also wants someone that can be around him often, so you can't travel/wander too much; doesn't want people that sleep around and/or just wanna hook up with him, he wants commitment.

yeosang

(always in such a good, lighthearted mood, it's energizing)

2 of wands reversed, temperance reversed, 10 of swords reversed

a wanderer spirit, his job is already so demanding and fast paced, he wants someone that will stick and, again, not travel too much. no patience, he doesn't like to be yelled at. someone that moves too much, doesn't chill, loud, etc. the 10 of swords is making me think of physicals, he prefers athletic builds, so people that don't work out, get tired easily, weak in general wouldn't be able to keep up with him and his preferences/hobbies.

san

2 of swords, 5 of pentacles, page of cups, 6 of pentacles

literally people that leave him out in the cold, don't share their thoughts and feelings with him, keeping secrets. someone that is too decisive, don't ask his opinions and inputs on things. san has changed a lot over the years, he may not want someone that met him before that, he'd feel stuck, so people from his hometown, childhood friends, trainees, other idols and people that his friends recommend may be totally out of question. he'd prefer someone in the same level of fame as him, he doesn't wanna do "charity work" (for lack of better words) or worry of gold diggers and would feel nervous if the other person was more famous.

mingi

(such a happy and innocent dude he's so cute so cute)

page of swords, wheel of fortune reversed, 7 of cups reversed

I could make a very lengthy post just about what mingi doesn't like, he's VERY picky. destiny plays a huge part for him, so basically every characteristic that doesnt match his idea of his soulmate is a deal breaker. but also (even platonically), people that are too nice to any and everyone like it's their job (literally the page of swords), wild, independent, party people, superficial, immature (in his terms). doesn't like people that aren't interested in soulful subjects and/or practices, people that don't think of the future (spontaneous, careless, etc.), or don't study. people that think/dream small, can't see beyond their physical reality, don't support his fantasies, people stuck in reality (he daydreams all the time and loves to dress up as anime characters in real life). etc etc etc there's a lot more coming through, but this is a good sum up, I think .

wooyoung

7 of wands reversed, 4 of wands, 5 of swords reversed

people that get offended easily, he does playful banter even with his mom, so someone too serious doesn't work with him. maybe people that pursue him are a deal breaker, he may like the chase. someone that gets along too well with his friends (he's said he doesn't think men and women can be friends without feelings). "boring" people that don't like to bend the rules sometimes.

jongho

(jongho never gives me permission to read for him, unless I'm totally 300% available so that's a hint)

justice reversed, the world, the empress, ace of wands reversed

impulsive, reckless, hasty, self critical and judgemental of him, unfair/full of prejudice. someone that is too similar to his friends and/or their partners. too independent and in control, don't need him, also doesn't want someone that has a hectic schedule or travels too much, because he takes it slow and steady.

#ateez tarot #kpop tarot #ateez #celebrity tarot reading

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