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sweet-as-an-angel · 1 year

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Do you still do alice in borderland requests? If so, then could I request yandere chishiya headcanons? Thanks!!

Yandere Chishiya Headcanons

Warnings: Unhealthy Behaviour, Yandere Behaviour, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation, Descriptions of Violence and Death, Death, Minor Spoilers for Chishiya's Past, No Pronouns used for Reader except for 'You', etc.

This man acts, looks and feels like a cat; and by that, I mean he's sly, slick, and has little regard for anyone who doesn't benefit him.

All except for you, it would seem.

You were just another person who fell into the Beach's jurisdiction, plucked from the Borderlands and dropped into a thin veneer of humanity.

As expected, you grew to fear the Militants, the games, but you'd found yourself more or less adopted by a loose group of players who just wanted the same as you; to go home.

Chishiya was in the periphery of this group, existing only around the edges, never a centrepiece.

That, was, until he started to take notice of you.

It was harmless curiosity at first; a desire to know exactly who his associates were affiliating with.

After all, you weren't entirely forthcoming with details about yourself, often shifting the conversation to anything else when it included your personal life.

You didn't even have a name, having kept that private, too.

For all anyone was concerned, you could've been a myth - a mystery - with how elusive you were.

Not to mention your penchant for disappearing whenever someone turned their back on you for more than a second.

Unbeknownst to them, you just wanted to be alone, and by keeping information about yourself scarce, you reduced the risk of them becoming attached to you, and vice versa. Isolating yourself in your room seemed to help, too.

Chishiya watched you.

Whenever you were nearby, he had an eye on you, either his own or Kuina's, and would commit your every quirk and habit to memory, trying to find a weak point.

Or, that was what he told himself.

Over time, as he came to see how proficient you were in the games, he saw you as a valuable asset.

During games, he'd scan the area for you whenever he had a spare moment, and his mind wandered to your potential whereabouts - your condition - whenever you weren't in sight.

During one of these games, he couldn't seem to find you anywhere.

Soon enough, he found himself asking Kuina if she'd seen you.

"No," she told him, standing to her full height, the body next to her stripped of supplies. "Why? Something wrong?"

A scream rang out, and Chishiya's ears pricked, attention snapping to the source.

You bolted across the apartment complex on the floor below, pursued by someone - more so something - twice your size, wielding a sword.

Chishiya acted on pure adrenaline and instinct.

He vaguely heard Kuina call his name as he swung over the bannister, jumping onto the floor below and following you.

The behemoth tailed close behind, swinging his sword whenever he thought he could catch either you or Chishiya.

The sound of two sets of footsteps pursuing you forced you to push harder, run faster, eventually causing you to veer off into a room you thought would be safe.

It was little more than a dead end.

Spinning on your heel, you turned to leave the way you came, but you knew it was a futile attempt.

Two men ran in after you, one which you recognised form the Beach, the other a monster.

The smaller of the two grabbed you, pulling you aside as the giant swung his sword down upon you, almost severing you on the spot.

Weighed down with his own strength and withdrawing the sword, Chishiya took his chance.

He slipped a knife from the inside of his jacket and, before the man in the mask could begin to defend himself, plunged it into his ribs.

He didn't stop; he just kept tearing the knife into his middle, crippling him each time.

And you watched from the sidelines, curled up in the corner.

You slid to the ground and curled up.

The ordeal was over quicker than you'd expect.

Chishiya panted and looked over to you.

Seeing you shivering in the corner, he approached, keeping the knife out of your sight (and reach), offering his hand to you.

You took it, gingerly, and pulled yourself up.

With his hand still in yours, the silence of the room ringing in your ears, your body acted of its own accord.

You pulled him to you and pressed yourself into his chest.

Tears welled in your eyes and soaked into Chishiya's jacket.

He...didn't know what to do.

Initially he thought you were attacking him, ready to gut him with a concealed weapon.

But, the longer you remained tucked into his chest, sniffles becoming sobs, that possibility diminished.

His body knew what to do - what the human answer to your actions was - but his mind couldn't follow through.

And yet, the former won.

Slowly, cautiously, his arms found your middle and held you, not firm enough to keep you there, but tight enough that Chishiya could feel your fear.

It was in that second that, feeling you pressed tightly against him, he realised what human warmth felt like.

In all his years of training to be a doctor, he'd heard of this phenomenon (a phenomenon to him, a commonality for everyone else) yet had never experienced it.

He dared to look down at you as he cradled your shaking body in his arms.

Something washed over him. A feeling - a primal urge.

He couldn't place his finger on it, but he knew it was caused by you, by your cowering.

And yet, it was not a desire to see you suffer, nor to push you away. So what was it?

Kuina came running, speeding round the corner. Her eyes fell upon you and Chishiya before drifting over to the body.

She seemed more interested in what the two of you were doing, though Chishiya tried to discourage her with a dark glint in his eye.

Whatever she was going to say died in her throat, and she looked away, pretending never to have seen Chishiya in such a vulnerable position.

He looked down at you once more.

He knew you couldn't stay like this for long, even if he wanted to.

"What's your name?" he said, keeping his voice monotone as he fought to escape the haze you'd cast over him.

You sniffed, seemed to consider his question, then looked to him with wide, glassy eyes.

His heart jumped.

"(Y/N)."

After that, Chishiya became your unofficial protector of sorts.

Your "Guardian," as he referred to himself to Kuina.

He'd told her it was purely to gain your trust, to make you rely on him so that, when the time came, he could sacrifice you.

And yet, every time he tried thinking of ways he could use you, the memory of you flush against him, eyes red and cheeks sodden with tears, flashed in his mind.

Your warmth would encompass him - for a few seconds, no more - and he would be overcome with that feeling again.

He would never dare to confide in Kuina, nor himself about it.

He'd tried shoving that feeling down, putting it out of his mind.

Yet it always returned. And one night, it hit him.

The answer to his hypotheses.

He sat bolt upright in bed, looking dead ahead, as if he could see through the walls and saw you sleeping in your room.

It was protectiveness.

That feeling - that need - was the urge to protect you, to keep you out of harm's way.

From that moment on, you became the object of his obsession.

He understood that you were now his weakness, and so to protect himself, he needed to protect you.

He watches you as he did before he knew you.

Diverted your path when necessary - whenever Niragi was nearby, he'd steer you down another corridor under the pretense of needing to "Discuss the next game with you."

During these conversations, he'd learn a little more about you, though you remained guarded.

He wanted to be offended at your lack of willing, but he understood you too well to begrudge your way of thinking.

The two of you were quite similar in that regard.

You were an oyster of sorts; a shell on the outside, yet possessing a treasure within.

Chishiya would try pushing you a little more, trying to discern your interests, your hopes, your dreams, your life before the Borderlands.

Soon enough, Chishiya was not satisfied by your mere hallway meetings, instead requesting to meet you in private under the guise of keeping your conversations quiet, for there were "Eyes everywhere," according to him.

He wasn't wrong, which was what made it so easy for him to get you alone.

When you weren't talking about the games, your conversations would shift to a more personal tone.

You'd share very minimal information about yourself, and, though he didn't show it, Chishiya found himself hanging on your every word.

You actually shared some interests in common, like your literature preferences, your appreciation for Renaissance art, and your overall logical way of thinking.

Chishiya found these moments to be the most intimate ones he'd ever experienced, despite no physical contact being involved.

His eyes would drift to your arms, remembering how you'd clung to him that night when he'd rescued you.

And how he so desired to feel them around him again.

Not that he'd ever say this, of course.

He fantasizes about holding you a lot.

Considering how everything is so unstable in the Borderlands, the security you gave him, and the security he felt over you, made him feel safe. A commodity in the Borderlands.

He's started stealing some of your belongings, too.

Well, of the few you have.

He stole your pillow case and put it over his pillow so he can smell you when he's drifting off to sleep, imagining you there with him, calming him.

Considering all the pillow cases in the Beach were identical, you'd never be able to tell.

He gets a bit of a thrill out of you being so close to something of yours he's taken whenever you come over to his room.

Makes him feel alive in a way the games don't.

It makes him feel human; like he's discovering love for the first time.

One evening, he had the idea of purposely endangering you during the games just so he could swoop in and save you.

The idea was a fleeting fancy, nothing more. But it haunted him, watched him.

And he found himself enacting it.

And, sure enough, it worked.

During one particularly stressful game, you'd lost a key you needed to unlock a door and find a ticket, which would give you your escape.

The keys had been well hidden throughout the map, and when you'd found yours, you hoped and prayed the door it unlocked would actually have a ticket behind it.

Chishiya had finished a good ten minutes before you, and when your back had been turned, he'd swiped your key from the band of your swimsuit, pocketing it, disappearing behind a corner before you'd even realised what had happened.

And now he watched you panic, cry, and near give up as the timer counted down when you found your precious key gone.

He reveled in your distress, as ashamed as he'd be to say it. The fruits of his labour hung over him in his mind's eye; the feeling of you pressed tightly against him.

Chishiya appeared behind you like a phantom, presenting the key to you.

"Found this a few minutes ago; thought you'd have some use for it."

You near wept into his chest, just as you had done during your first meeting.

You were never in any real danger, Chishiya made sure of that.

But he needed to make you believe that you were so his plans would take full effect.

That evening, you barely left his side, sticking close to him.

You just needed some form of comfort, something to help you make sense of what had nearly happened.

This was the second time he'd saved you, protected you from death, and you weren't going to let him out of your sight.

That was far too close for your liking. Losing your key like that - you had no idea how you'd managed to do such a thing.

And Chishiya consoled you throughout the night, reveling in how you held his hand, cried into his shoulder, berated yourself for being so careless with the literal key to your survival.

His heart thrummed, and he near purred at the feeling of your skin on his as you rested your head on his shoulder, wrapped in his jacket.

He felt like he owned you.

And that's how Chishiya wanted you: dependent on him and him alone.

And now, with you sleeping at his side, nestled into his chest, he counted the infinite ways he could make that so - how he could keep you with him.

Forever.

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asleepinawell · 8 months

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sorry if this seems a bit out of the blue, but ever since youve been posting about fallen london, im a bit curious about it! What is the game about and where can I get it?

oh no worries! I'm happy to ramble about it

fallen london is a free to play browser game you can find here. the basic premise is that sometime in the 1800's the entire city of london is engulfed in a swarm of bats and then falls through the earth into a cavern a mile below. this is the neath, a huge underground cavern where london sits on the shore of a vast ocean. queen victoria is still around locked in her palace being a typical shitty british monarch, who, amongst other things, decided that 1900 was cancelled and we were just going to have 1899 for a second time

things are a little...different down there. humans are far from the only ones running around. there's devils, rubbery men (think mind flayer vibes), clay men, and the shadowy cloaked figures running the bazaar (and the city) called the masters. death mostly isn't permanent and the dream world is a little too real. also, most importantly, cats can talk! and there are tons of them! and tigers too

it's got victorian, gothic horror, dark humor, lovecraftian vibes. also it's extremely queer as is everything the dev, failbetter games, makes. something I especially appreciate is that you don't have to give your character any particular gender (though you can) and some of the little avatars are very gender neutral:

since it's free to play it comes with the normal things that type of game has such as real money transactions (completely optional and unnecessary for enjoyment (though some of the bonus side stories you can buy are extremely cool)), limited number of actions you can take (max of 20 at a time and refills 1 per 10 minutes). it is definitely grindy too though there's so many things to do (cannot emphasize the insane amount of content enough) I will usually just switch things up every so often

it's single player for the most part but you can ask friends to assist you in certain actions and there are some specific items that can be sent to other players

(if you like the setting but not the free to play part you can check out mask of the rose which is a visual novel they just released set right after london fell. it's a romance but with full aro and ace options (which I actually preferred) and a murder mystery. that one is a normal just buy the whole game deal and I think it's on most platforms. there's also sunless seas and sunless skies which take place in the same world but are a very different type of game and would require their own post. all of these have great writing in them)

but back to fallen london. it works based off of 'storylets', or little short stories when you usually do a skill check to accomplish something in return for advancing the story, levelling your skills, and reward items. you unlock more and more things as you go and get access to new stories and areas. here's an example of one of the little activities and its resolution

since it's a game designed to be able to play endlessly there isn't really a way to lose or game over. you can die but dying is just a minigame of its own and sometimes even a thing to do purposefully. (the only actual way to die is the notorious story called seeking mr eaten's name which you may have seen me post about, which is a very unique story that will permanently erase your character at the end. why you'd ever want to do that would also be its own post. it's pretty hard to stumble on accidentally I think and extremely well-marked as a thing with severe consequences that you probably shouldn't do. or should you...)

anyway I'd definitely recommend giving fallen london a try if you're interested in the premise and aesthetic

#fallen london #flmp #mp #asks

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nearest-dearest · 1 year

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The String (Wally x reader)

After reading a story to Julie, the rainbow monster is dead set on finding her soulmate and you tagged along without much of a choice in that matter.

🍎🎀🍎🎀🍎🎀🍎🎀

“Awe! How romantic!” Julie swoons after you just finished reading to her. More specifically the part about how the two main characters found each other through the red string of fate. Where soulmates are connected by a red string tied to their finger. The red string is strong too, it may twist, tangle but it will never break. And all this info came from the new romance book you ordered last week and wanted to share it with Julie.

Julie suddenly gasps “Do you think I could find my soulmate through the red string?”

You couldn’t help but let out a little laugh “I’m sure you can Julie, but only if you can see the red string though.”

“Fear not dear neighbor! For I have a plan!”

And that’s how you ended up outside Julie’s house. A red string tied to your own finger while Julie does the same to herself.

“Julie, I’m not sure this will help us find our soulmates.” You voiced your concerns before she can enact her plan of throwing her red ball of yarn to any “lucky” passerby that could catch it.

“This is just a theory! Don’t worry (Y/n) dear. Who knows, maybe your string could land on Wally!”

The last sentence had you sputtering your words. “What?! Why would you say that? You’re making it sound like I like him! I mean, I like everyone in the neighborhood, including Wally. But it’s not like I like, like him!” You said all of that so fast that you ended up taking a deep breath after you’re done.

Meanwhile, that knowing smirk on Julie’s face never left, but okay, she’ll play your game “Sure (Y/n), I’ll drop it, but it could happen.

Should’ve known it wouldn’t be easy for her to fully drop it. Now you’re wondering what could’ve happened if you hadn’t blushed or stared during Wally’s little singing two weeks ago. Ever since Julie found out, she hasn’t stopped alluding to it when the two of you are alone. And when the others are there, she carries on as if she knew nothing. At least she’s great at keeping a secret. But you couldn’t really find a fault within you to like Wally. The painter is already attractive, he’s also talented and charming and you always find an aura of calm and serenity whenever you’re with him.

And as your silly little crush grew, so did how Wally make you feel. One moment you feel serenity and the next feeling is confusion. You don’t know if this is love or just infatuation. Is it because he’s so. . .

Mysterious?

You know Wally like any other friend you had, but there’s something about Wally that makes you want to know more. But will he ever allow it? Does he even like you the way you like him?

“Awe, (Y/n) Vandermeer. Of course, Wally likes you!” Julie suddenly says.

You paused. . .

“Wait! Was I saying all of that out loud?!”

“Unfortunately, yes. So, you do like Wally!”

“I—” You sigh out your defeat. There’s no denying it anymore.

“Nothing to be ashamed of neighbor! After this experiment, you’re sure to know whether Wally likes you or not!”

“Again, Julie, I don’t think this is how it works.”

“You never know until you try! Now let’s look for our soulmates!” Julie is the first to throw her yarn, and it landed on. . .

A rock!

Julie skipped her way to the rock until she was close enough to pick it up. Lovingly staring at the rock like it’s made of gold “Who knew you were so close the entire time!”

You shook your head at the display, but the smile on your face suggests a playful expression and tone.

“Now it’s your turn (Y/n)! Go find your soulmate!” Julies calls back to you.

You stared at the ball of yarn in your hand. The hesitancy kept you from throwing it. Although, it may land on a rock as well, and you and Julie can have a laugh about it. Everyone in the neighborhood is inside their houses or backyard. It seems like a safe and shame free action. With a deep breath, you got ready to throw it as far as you can. In the count of 3. . . 2. . . 1. Off goes the yarn in the air. Landing on. . . It landed on nothing, it just kept going and rolling away.

“Uh, I’ll be back Julie!” And with that, you began chasing the ball as it unravels. This is one good bunch of yarn; it’d be a waste to just leave it all behind. Let alone just leave it littered— Okay! How long is this yarn?! It goes on forever! You better catch up soon, the ball is getting smaller too.

Then the yarn stops.

Finally.

And it stopped by. . .

Wally’s feet.

Oh no

You suddenly felt your legs freeze to a halt on the spot. As for Wally, he picked up the ball of yarn to examine it. Then he looked up and met your gaze. Wally smiles.

“Ah! Hello neighbor, is this yours?” Wally offered the ball of yarn.

“Hi Wally! Yes, it is, thanks.” You say in a fast speed, hoping he doesn’t ask about what you were doing.

“No problem! If I may ask, what were you doing?”

Plan failed.

“Uh, nothing much! Just helping Julie with a knitting project, that’s all!” Great plan, just lie like second nature why don’t you?

Wally gave a little laugh “No need to lie (Y/n), you can tell me! I won’t judge.”

Darn, he’s so perceptive it’s endearing!

“Okay then.” You caved in, it’s been a long day and you don’t feel like dodging anymore. “Julie thought she could find her soulmate using the red string of fate, and thought it was also a good idea to help me find my soulmate too.”

“Soulmate?” Wally wonders.

“Yeah, now if you’ll excuse me I gotta go now.” You started taking your leave, at least you tried to. Because the sudden feeling of Wally’s hand holding yours had freezing like ice.

“Wait! Can I just do something first?” Wally asks.

“Uh sure?” Still feeling a little flustered that Wally held your hand, you ended up mindlessly agreeing to his request. You couldn’t even see what he was doing because you were too busy looking down to cool down the heat on your cheeks.

“Done!” Wally announced.

“Wait, really? That was. . . Fast.”

If you weren’t red already, then you sure look like one big giant apple. Wally had tied the other end of the yarn. On his pinky finger.

“And to make it easier for us.” Wally then snapped the extra thread with the blade he uses to sharpen his pencil.

“Don’t take the string off your finger. Okay Neighbor?”

Were Wally’s last words before walking away to Home.

Leaving you flustered and quiet from where you stand.

And giving a Julie in hiding pride over the outcome “All according to plan.”

All according to plan indeed Julie.

All According to plan.

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taki-yaki · 2 months

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I just thought of a prompt: In the game Astarion mentions during the first decade of his enslavement he met a sweet man that he didn’t want to bring to Cazador, which led to his year of entombment and giving up on fighting Cazador. What if Tav is a descendent or relative of that sweet man, and he left a journal of how a pale elf saved his life before escaping into the remote countryside. Tav is abducted while on her way to Baldur’s Gate to investigate the journal, and when she meets Astarion she immediately suspects it’s him.

When it’s revealed he’s a vampire spawn Tav is now sure he’s the elf that saved her ancestor/relative’s life.

Oooh, this is interesting, I have made this one a little bit angsty in one section. But I feel like this would change up the dynamic if it was in the game

Astarion x Descendant Tav Headcanons

For most of your life, you grew up living in the countryside, far from the large bustle of the city life in Baldur’s Gate. Despite your family's willingness to distance themselves from the city, it never seemed to deter you. Ever since you were gifted your grandfather’s journals as a child, chronicling his life in the upper city, from the views to that of the variety of dishes they provided, seemed like a dream to a country child like yourself.

Although one section was a mystery to you, that of in-depth descriptions of a pale elf. When you asked your parents, they never wanted to speak much about it, saying when he returned, he looked entirely different, changed by an event that took place there. They would always try to steer your thoughts away from the city if prompted any further.

One day, you decided to leave the small village on a whim to journey to the city, wanting to put an end to the mystery. Travelling along the road to Baldur’s gate to investigate the mystery, is cut early after being abducted by the nautiloid ship, now being set back further from where you started with a tadpole in your head.

However, one face looked familiar among your new travelling friends. A pale elf, one which matched the exaggerated descriptions inside your grandfather’s journal. However seeing him in person said otherwise, matching what was written, ‘Ruby eyes as if looking into a ripe rose’ and ‘Silver lock curls that brushed softly against his ears’. But how could an elf like him look the same after so many decades?

Upon discovering his vampiric nature, explains how he was able to stay young for so long. One night you decide to confront him about your grandfather’s journal, showing him the entries and asking if he knew anything about it. Of course, he would deny not having a clue about what you are talking about

“Why do you insist on exhuming the past? I have no such knowledge of meeting a person like this”

His eyes would dart away from yours wishing to no longer engage in such pointless dribble. Any other mentions of the journal would just leave you with him trying to skirt himself around the topic.

One night though, he approaches you, drunk on, presumably, the blood of a bear, clinging to you refusing to let you go “I’m glad you’re alive still” he’d slur “You were so naive and sweet, to be subjected to such a thing”. When you try to question him about it, he refuses to answer any further, just tightening his grip on you longing to stay in the moment, eventually having to drag him back to his tent for the night.

The next morning, approached his tent to check on him, “I suppose you want to know what I was talking about last night” His body turned away from you to stare at the deep crimson of the tent walls. “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to”, he turns to face you “Hmm, well I don’t want to talk about as much as you do, but that won’t do anyone any good”.

He explains how, in his first decade of slavery, he found a sweet naive man, who dreamed of making it big in the upper city of Baldur’s Gate. Compared to most he would find from petty criminals, street drunkards and brothel-goers, he would occasionally find some naive soul who wished to make it big in the city.

One of those was your grandfather, he never tried to charm him, more so befriend him, he warned him to never approach him again and to run far away from this city if he wanted to live.

“He was the first and only one who I ever truly let go” his eye meeting the floor

“And I punished horribly for it” the grip on his shoulders tightening.

An awkward silence fell upon the tent “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed you like that to answer”. A light laugh leaves his lips as he turns to look at you, “Ha, you're just as sweet as he was, but…I’m glad he was able to make a life for himself, unlike me”. Slowly you clasped over his shoulder, his eyes staring directly into yours “Don’t speak so short of yourself, I promised you that I’ll keep you safe, just as you did for my grandfather, your actions won’t be in vain”.

Whilst travelling to Baldur’s Gate the two of you bond over the descriptions left in your grandfather’s journal describing the palaces within the city, ‘The Blushing Mermaids signature dish, salted small-fish stew, may be one of the establishment's more unique dishes that they have to offer.’, “We have to try that when we get to the city it sounds amazing”, “Hmm, how about we just avoid the Blushing Mermaid, I know their calamari dishes don’t live up to their praise and that was over 200 years ago.”

Upon reaching Baldur’s Gate, you felt as if you had the biggest culture shock of your life, from the once romantic establishments now being nothing more than an average local tavern and the food they served was nothing but the morning leftovers from last week's catch. Now staring down at the dish through the murky stew a piece of baitfish floating to the surface. “Now darling, it was your choice to go here you should looked more pleased with the dish that dear old grandfather elegantly described to you.” smiling at you with a smug look.

Despite the reality of city life overwhelming your naive outlook on life, one quiet night in elf song, you turn to Astarion, “You know, over 200 years ago, if you didn’t let him go that night, then I would have never met you, funny how things worked out like that”, “I’m glad you think so too, ever since that night, I wonder sometimes if I ever made the right decision, but know I think I do, and I’m thankful to have met you”.

#astarion x tav #astarion x reader #bg3 astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion headcanons #a bit of angst in this one guys #I did have to keep referencing line from the game to try and get a good sort of in character vibe as a whole #hope you enjoy

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ckret2 · 3 months

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I'd love to know more about Bartholomew, and how they befriended him! although it is very funny that something that wild happened entirely offscreen XD

I thought this would be short, but apparently I had more to say about Barty than I thought! So here:

Bartholomew was acquired from a crane game filled with haunted dolls that was set up at Gravity Falls' mall. I do not know why that crane game was there. It's just the kind of thing that happens in Gravity Falls. Each haunted doll is possessed by the evil ghost of a creepy Victorian child. Dipper & Mabel didn't discover this until the next night.

In life, Bartholomew was a 14-year-old necromancer who bound his spirit to a doll so he could live forever—which is why he happens to know so much about poppets and can teach the twins how they work. He's hoping they'll bind Bill to a poppet, he'll die, and he'll remain attached to the poppet, so Bartholomew will have a new haunted doll pal.

(He was not friends with the other dolls in the crane game machine. You know how it turns out wild wolves in normal packs are really friendly and cooperative with each other, and vicious alpha wolf dominance fights only happen when wolves are forced together in captivity and are stressed and defensive? Yeah. That crane game was cramped. Nobody made friends in there.)

He's spent over a century as your typical feared creepy haunted doll, shuffling between locked trunks and antique malls and dusty attics and paranormal investigators' houses that mysteriously burn down and thrift shops. His prior crimes could fuel a horror movie series fit to rival any Chucky or Annabelle you could think of.

His original ambition—as it always is when he's in a house with a boy age 12 to 17—is to murder the kid (and anyone who tries to stop him) and take over his life. We are unclear on how an immobile porcelain doll intends to pose as a living human child. I'm not sure he's ever thought through that part of the plan. He thought killing Dipper would've made a particularly sweet deal since he would've gotten a free sister out of it.

It turns out he does all this because he's desperately lonely and unloved after over a century as a creepy haunted doll, and he just wants a family and friends his own age again. Mabel quelled his murderous urges by saying he can have a bed and live in their room and be their friend as long as he doesn't kill anyone. Usually when kids find out he's alive, they run crying to the adults about the scary living doll begging to get rid of it, and the adults either don't believe them or join in trying to get rid of him. Running into a couple of kids that are totally chill with a haunted doll as long as he doesn't commit murder is a new experience for him. This is the most positive socialization he's had since he died. He's turned around real fast.

So far, Mabel and Dipper haven't told anyone else about Bartholomew. Not on purpose, they just kind of dealt with it on their own at like 3 a.m. and then never thought to bring him up to the adults. Even Bill hasn't noticed him yet. Probably in late August the kids'll end up in a conversation with the grunkles like "wait, did we really forget to mention the haunted doll we've been living with all summer??" Typically he only speaks in front of children. There's a chance Candy and Grenda have been told about him, but due to the Bill situation they haven't been over to meet Barty yet.

He was not in Gravity Falls last year and doesn't really get who Bill Cipher is. What he knows is that Bill is a cute girl who's allegedly a guy who's allegedly some kind of demon from space who can single-handedly destroy Earth. He's read War of the Worlds, he knows all about destroyers from space; but he didn't realize Martians have demons too. He just kind of accepts this all as true, but doesn't really fear Bill (except when he thinks Bill might be in a mood to smash delicate porcelain dolls).

Dipper and Mabel often catch him posed like he was doing something right before other people came in. Sometimes they come home and Barty is posed like he's been petting Waddles. They don't know if this means he's actually let Waddles see him move.

Have you ever watched The Boy? He looks and moves kind of like The Boy, although he's closer to the size of a baby doll and a bit less realistic. Creepy formally-dressed porcelain doll, only moves when nobody's in the room and/or looking at it.

His haunted doll powers include creepily turning off all the lights, writing messages on foggy windows/mirrors, causing disembodied knocking/rattling, slowly dragging the bedsheet off a sleeping child in the middle of the night, teleporting when no one's looking, slipping strange whispers into TV/radio/cassette audio, causing furniture to rearrange in strange ways during the night, and—if he gets really mad or distressed—he can briefly act as a poltergeist and make things levitate and fly around.

As a ghost possessing a doll, he's able to see other ghosts. This makes him—along with Bill, disembodied-Dipper, [redacted], [redacted], and sometimes [redacted]—one of the few members of the cast that can see the mindscape.

He secretly doesn't mind that Mabel calls him Barty Mew-Mew and is increasingly beginning to think he'd kind of like being a catboy. Mabel will be ecstatic when she finds out.

#anonymous #ask #about my writing #bill goldilocks cipher

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victoriadallonfan · 11 months

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If you were to isekai a member of Breakthrough *besides Victoria*, who would it be and to where?

Okay this sounds like fun:

Sveta: John Wickverse. Why? Because I think it would be interesting for a "grounded" setting with a pretty fantastical culture based on Assassin Politics ruling the world to have to deal with someone who is not only hard to kill and physically an OCP, but also morally anti-thetically against the entire concept. I would probably write a story about her having to protect a child being hunted, with the price rising more and more.

Capricorn: Avatar: The Last Airbender or Avatar: The Legend of Korra. The former if they are trapped in one body still, the latter if they are separated like the epilogues. The former I would work to see about writing a story where they might be mistaken for the Avatar at first and chased by Firebender mooks until running into the Gaang. The latter I'd make it a quest for Byron to try and find Tristan in the Spirit World with Korra Krew, and Tristan coming to terms with his Shard as he traverses the spirit world.

Lookout: SCP Foundation. I'd have the story be about her desperately trying to find a way home, scouring the internet with her Virtual Intelligences, and either finding a bunch of bizarre information or the SCP noticing the act (or both). Now it's a mystery/adventure thriller as Kenzie tries to use every trick in the book to escape the clutches of the Foundation and deal with an Anomalous Universe.

Precipice: Gantz. Because his life is meant to be hell, he's sent to the universe of suffering, summoned by Gantz to play the fucked up alien survival game. I'd put a lot of focus on him both being way too calm about the situation (because this feels like pure cape shit) and completely out of his depth at the type of horror the Gantz balls put him through. Maybe play with the dream room aspect each time he's summoned and he's giving updates to Love Lost and Colt.

Cryptid: My Hero Academia. A world where powered people outnumber the unpowered, where mutations are far more commonplace, and where the government has far more control over them than in Parahumans. There's a lot of ways this could go, if Chris wants to infiltrate the hero school for readings and data, or if he's decided that he wants to continue his "flee Earth" plan and uses the League of Villains to further those goals. Natalie: Better Call Saul. For the memes. THE MEMES.

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Seeing a fair number of posts lately from transfems wishing they had known a trans person who would have told them when they were younger that they're trans, and it's been bothering me. First of all because it puts the onus of responsibility on this mysterious, cool, older, wiser transwoman to break the egg out of their shell, which I thought we agreed was a toxic ideal back when we called them Manic Pixie Dream Girls.

Second, and more importantly, because in the ideal scenario, in which the egg is very definitely a closeted transgirl, and the more open transwoman is genuinely just trying to help the egg find her true self, being forceful about it can set that discovery back years, even decades.

Source: It literally happened to me.

In my late teens, I played an MMORPG called City of Heroes, and my best friend in that game would later reveal to me that she is a transwoman. As I aged into my mid twenties, we got to meeting up IRL and going to anime conventions together, and she'd inevitably broach the topic of me trying more feminine presentation. Not even telling me she saw signs, just subtly trying to steer me in the right direction. She was particularly enthusiastic about seeing me in a skirt.

Every single time it happened, I'd get mad and shut down.

There's a psychological phenomenon in which, when someone holds a set of deeply held beliefs, and those beliefs are challenged by verifiable evidence, the cognitive dissonance causes the person to double down, and hold to those beliefs even harder. That's why right-wingers are Like That, but it applies just as much to all of us. I'll get back to this concept in a bit.

When I was around 15, an anime aired in Canada called Cardcaptor Sakura, or Cardcaptors as it was localized. Something about the exact stage of development I was, and seeing Sakura getting to set aside her mundane responsibilities to dress up in cute costumes and go out on magical adventures, it called to my closeted little girl heart. I have a vivid memory of staring in the mirror, holding my hair to look like Sakura's and imagining myself as her. As a girl. I have many more memories of looking at feminine characters and thinking "gods I wish I could look/dress like that", but Sakura was the first.

I kept it fully to myself, because I had grown up in the late 80s and 90s - before the word 'transgender' was commonly known, before media depicted us as anything but objects of mockery or horror. It was a deeply ingrained and societally reinforced belief that Boys Are Boys and Girls Are Girls, and never the two shall cross.

So when my best online friend tried to convince me to be more feminine, that cognitive dissonance would kick in and I'd shut down. Even though she was objectively correct that I was a closeted transgirl, it was her word against the word of my entire upbringing and societal viewpoint.

What actually helped, what actually put a dent in my egg, was the fact that she simply existed as a transwoman, she was visible and proud. That existence challenged my preconcieved notions in a way that could not be resisted.

From there, it was a matter of time and continued exposure.

Another friend who explained to me what 'cisgender' meant, and who eventually started leaning into transmasc presentation. A romantic partner who came out as genderqueer and helped me understand the concept of 'nonbinary'. Transgender content creators who posted about their experiences online - special shoutout to demilypyro and assumptionprime, two of the most influential voices for me while I was figuring this out, but far from the only ones.

The shields of my egg were down. It was primed for hatching.

On April 22, 2022, I was looking up some fanart of Hex Maniac from Pokemon X/Y, who I had cosplayed at a convention three years before, and thinking of how good it felt to wear that dress. How good it felt to look like her. How good it felt… to be a girl.

-CRACK-

…Later that day, I went to my old City of Heroes friend, practically begging her for help. How do I know if HRT is what I want? How do I know if I should transition? How do I know if I'm really a girl?

She knew. She always knew. She tried to tell me, but I wasn't ready to listen. Not yet.

The point of all of this is that one transperson telling an egg they're trans is not a solution to the problem. The problem is that society has tried very hard to make us the outliers, to make us the weirdos, but society is losing that war. If you want to help the eggs of the world, be visible, be proud, and treat being trans as something normal and beautiful. Don't tell them unless they ask, just… be there.

Eggs hatch when they're ready, and not a moment sooner.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

Oh, and by the way… She got her wish in the end. I wear skirts now.

#trans #transgender #transfem #transwoman #in this house we respect the Prime Directive #it's not universal (no rule is)#but it exists for a reason

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coldfanbou · 2 years

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Take advantage (Short Quickie)

This was a quickie for the person that had made the FBMAL lists. They have since deleted their blog for reasons, so I don't think they'll be able to see it. Anyway, I have fully updated the list now and included thighs into the equation.

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Seolhyun x M reader

In celebration of the 10th year of her debut, Seolhyun had decided to give her fans a special gift; she would dedicate a day entirely to using her body however they wanted to. “Free Use’ was the term she heard. It took some time to get everything settled, but eventually, it was set. From midnight one day to midnight the next, anyone could use her body as they saw fit. They had decided to make it a game, figure out all the puzzles provided, and you would know where Seolhyun would be. You were one of the first to figure out the mystery and find the room that Seolhyun was in; you thought so anyway. They had put up a little board meant to be used to know her body count. It was empty so far; it made sense since it was 1:30 am. You were a big fan of hers and determined to have your chance with her. You wait at the door and try to hype yourself up before you enter the room. You take a deep breath and turn the door knob before pushing the door open. As you look inside, you first see Seolhyun lying on the bed; she had been staring at the door. She wore a short red satin robe, “Welcome, you're the first to find me,” Seolhyun said sensually. She stands up and walks over to you. “Why don’t we close the door/ I’ve been waiting for someone to find me.” She closes the door behind you. “Well, do we want to get started?” She playfully whispers into your ear.

“Yes! Let’s start” In a panic, you start to fumble with your belt buckle; you struggle to get it undone. You think, “Now’s not the time to be fucking up!” As you continue to struggle, you feel Seolhyun’s hands take over and undo your belt buckle. That’s when you notice she is on her knees, and you feel yourself get harder at having such a beautiful woman in front of you like that. She feels it, too, as she pulls down your boxers and pants in a swift motion.

“It looks like your ready. How do you want me?”

“Can you suck my dick?”

“If that’s what you want.” Seolhyun grabs your cock, and presses it to her lips. She gives it a few kisses before letting it into her mouth. Her tongue wanders around your cock, tasting it. She begins to bob her head just a bit. You stand there, head back as the pleasure of having Seolhyun give you a blowjob. You start to buck your hips unconsciously; Seolhyun says nothing and continues to let you thrust into her mouth. Your hands move to her head and push her forward. As Seolhyun now takes most of your cock into her mouth, she struggles to breathe and taps your legs a few times. Immediately you realize what you were doing.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Seolhyun, it’s just that it felt so good and- sorry.”

“It’s okay, baby. I just wasn’t expecting it because you were so nervous earlier. Today’s free use; you can do whatever you want to me” Her fingers trace up your stomach as she says that. Seolhyun goes back to sucking on your cock; you put your hands on her head again, wait for a second, and then slowly push her forward. This time Seolhyun takes you in with ease; her throat wraps around your cock, feeling tight and warm. You hold her head in place and thrust your hips. As you feel yourself hit the back of her throat, you tell her you're about to cum, and you want her to drink it all. “Let me have it,” She says. With a couple more thrusts, you cum inside her mouth; Seolhyun wraps her lips around cock, not wanting to let any go to waste. After you finish, Seolhyun bobs her head, making sure to get all your cum before she swallows it. Once she finishes, she stands back up and disrobes. As you finally see her body in all its glory, you start thinking of all the ways you want to fuck her. At that moment, though, you decide to kiss her; her soft and smooth lips meet yours, and you want to taste more of her. You press your tongue against her lips, and she grants you access to her mouth. As your tongue explores her mouth, your hands wander along her body until you reach her ass. Squeezing her cheeks, you pick her up, and she wraps her legs around you. She pulls back from the kiss. “Fuck me.”

Seolhyun angles your cock toward her pussy; your head rubs against her outer lips. You push into her; a moan escapes from her. Her warm walls squeezing down on your cock feel great; you start to thrust into her. Seolhyun tightens her legs as you begin to move; with every thrust, you feel your cock split apart her wet walls. You start to go to the bed and drop Seolhyun on it. Your cock still in her, you grab her legs and lift them straight up. Holding them together makes her feel tighter as you keep bucking your hips. You take the time to look at Seolhyun as she moans out in pleasure. The way that her hair scattered across the bed, and her face in the throes of passion, is beautiful. It makes you wonder how you were ever able to be so far from her. Seolhyun’s moans grow louder; it breaks through your train of thought. Her pussy grows tight, and she drives you toward your climax as she reaches her climax.

“Can I cum inside?”

“Yes, cum inside me.” You impale Seolhyun with your cock, and cum inside her. As your seed spreads within her, you pull out of her, tired. “Are you done already?” Her teasing voice calls out to you. “You know, you’re kinda cute. Maybe I’ll train you after today.” Her teasing you like that angers you for some reason.

“I’m not done yet.” You start to thrust with renewed vigor, her teasing voice getting in your head. This was supposed to be your time to use her, but you failed by not taking advantage of her. Your thrusts grow rougher as you push further in, whereas before you thought about her, now was not the time. Seolhyun’s expression changed, and her sheer confidence turned to a slight worry. You grab her hips and use them to leverage your thrusts; Seolhyun starts to let out her moans. You decide to flip her onto her stomach and take her from behind. You feel her ass press against you with every thrust now. You reach for her neck and lightly choke her; as you do, you feel her pussy tighten; now you know what she likes. Seolhyun’s bated breaths are a sign you’re doing things right now. You continue to pound away at her, occasionally slapping her ass with enough force to her the clap bounce off the walls. Seolhyun is quick to cum again, this time squirting over the bed. You let go of her neck, and she collapses onto the bed.

“Are you done already?” You ask her mockingly. “I’m going to be the one training you. For the next couple of hours, you are mine.”

#aoa seolhyun #kpop smut #male reader

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sigmabateman · 9 months

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thank you so much @velvetcrowbar444 for tagging me to talk about 5 things im obsessed with at the moment!!

this got longer than i anticipated so im putting it under the cut, but for simplicity's sake i'll tag people up here: @nights-decay, @boycentriccplot, @flaming-tsunami, @sourgelatin no pressure though of course!

persona 5... ok i have to be honest ive been really reluctant to talk about this on here and its why ive been quiet the past at least week or so. no idea why. i guess cause its so different from the stuff i usually post about that i feel like, embarrassed? but i started playing persona 5 royal around may and really liked it but i didnt have the time to properly get into it until now and it has completely taken over my life entirely without me even realising. to be honest i could obsess over like a rock on the ground if i saw it at the right time in my life but hands down persona 5 is one the best if not the best game ive ever played in my life. the story is engaging, the characters are distinctive and realistic and i really really care about all of them, the gameplay is so much fun and combat is buttery fucking smooth like nothing ive ever played before, the music is top tier and what got me interested in the game in the first place, and the ART DIRECTION. it speaks for itself to be honest ESPECIALLY compared to the older games. i was shocked starting persona 4 because of how different it is to persona 5 like, persona 5 has SUCH a distinct visual identity as well as tone, themes, imagery etc it is all just so stunning and perfect and i want to live in it. but i think about it so often like literally 24/7 that i may as well be. i <3 persona 5 and i <3 YUSUKE KITAGAWA. he's definitely my favourite character and he came out of NOWHERE but hes actually everything in the world to me. one of the characters ever.

persona 4 is it a copout to say that? i did try and condense both games into one bullet point but 1. they're such a mainstay in my life right now i was struggling to think of more points and 2. it kind of lost its precision and didn't effectively convey just how personapilled i am right now. i originally wasn't gonna play 4, all i knew is that it was more difficult and less good so i thought i should stay away. but if you go anywhere persona-related on the internet (which i would warn against, the fandom is a fucking cesspit the likes of which i havent seen in a long time as an obscure-shit-enjoyer) you'll quickly run into adachi. and as a lover of men with high-pitched voices and sexypedia entries... i couldn't stay away. before even starting the game i had made a d6 and d20 with different adachis on each face so really it was just a matter of time. and you know what... it's not that bad. the graphics were a SHOCKING step down but i find the low(er) poly style really charming. the adachi model is too cute T_T whenever i see it in the game world i just wanna sit with it for ages. i wonder if i could get it like 3d printed so i could keep him on my desk with me at all times... its bad for me ! the combat is fucking clunky espeically compared to 5 and i kind of hate it but that just makes it more rewarding when i can finally stop LOL. some of the characters (especially the main few (yosuke, chie, yukiko)) took a bit to grow on me but its kind of sweet.. its like authentic.. our relationship is growing as i get to know them better... but dojima and nanako ive loved since i first set eyes on them. too cute. it makes me feel so fatherless. its like.. a lot more magnetic than i expected it to be. i love it even with all its flaws. i saw a meme about it being like twin peaks and thats kind of so real. and you know i love a murder mystery... so yeah tldr i like persona now. but its hard to talk about it on here because it is such a big fandom but not like an active one like spiderman or like good omens or whatever slightly more normal people are watching so its kind of intimidating. maybe ill get over myself, maybe ill go silent for 3 months until i get into something new. we'll see i guess LOL

my gender identity TUMBLR MOMENT I KNOW but i dont know.. ive had a lot of time to myself recently and its kind of brought things to the surface that i just didnt have time or space to think about before. turns out there was a LOT OF STUFF i was repressing without even knowing. like that tweet 'im probably nonbinary but i have a job so idrc about that rn'. i posted on instagram "gender around cis people: boy, gender around trans people: girlboy, gender by myself: computer program" and that kind of sums it up i think. can i coin like.. complicatedgender. where your answer to the question "whats your gender?" is "it's complicated..." cause thats me. its just COMPLICATED okay!!!! but my pronouns havent changed or anything so its chilllllll

going to bed at a reasonable time. i phrased that like a joke answer but its true. i downloaded pokemon sleep and now i go to bed at 11:30pm cause at 11 i get a notification saying my pokemon are sleepy and shit i gotta take care of my pokemon!! i dont even know if its doing me any good to be honest like i dont feel much better when i wake up but making myself get into bed and shut my eyes means more thinking time and to be honest my favourite activity is thinking. even if as silly as it sounds i never give myself time to do it. its playing a weirdly big role in my life rn so yeah id say im obsessed with it!!!

this asmr video. im secretly always posting about asmr so really i could just say that, but like, ASMR | The Mortician (No Talking – You're Dead) specifically is such a mainstay i can feel its influence seeping into my life like an infection. this video would actually show up in my recommended for YEARS but i never watched it. gave me a major ick for some reason. but then i got into this guys stuff and saw it again and thought id give it a go and now its like an extra limb. fuck my 3rd bullet point, this is my gender identity. i could not articulate in words what it is about the mortician that i love so much, but i really really do. i am certifiably obsessed. cant believe i made it through this whole thing without mentioning alex. but there you are. yay this was fun :D

#tag game

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Here is the Spectober writing prompt list for this year! There's no pressure to make something for every prompt, but for ease of access and planning, they're all listed here, and you're welcome to plan ahead.

Prompts are rewritten below the cut:

Max was still new to being a spectral, and had a nagging feeling he’d forgotten something important.

2. Johnny has managed to steal Max’s bat again, but runs into an unexpected guest while trying to make the bat do “mutant things” - Scrapdragon.

3. Every year, the corny Mayview Maze gets set up, but this Halloween, any who enter are forced to face their greatest fears in order to win a huge prize.

4. Collin, in a fit of anger, asked for just one day where he could be alone. Now everybody’s frozen in time except for him! (Time)

5. Every year the Puckett family rewatches the Shred Eagle Halloween special.

6. Cody finds unruly vampires while on his jaunt and must dispatch them when diplomacy doesn’t work…while in his Wolverine costume.

7. A spirit attack while the entire school is gathered in the gymnasium switches the spirits bound to the spectrals-some to other spectrals, and some to those otherwise unaware…

8. Isabel had never gotten along well with her dad, so why was he suddenly volunteering to chaperone a spooky story event?

9. With the thrills of Halloween and an unexpected new power upgrade from Rules, the Sphinxes are able to get into hijinks otherwise unavailable to them.

10. Violet had bought a fake knife for her costume ages ago at a thrift shop; it wasn’t supposed to be dripping blood like this.

11. The worst case scenario happens on Lake Mayview when a speedboating accident leaves RJ drowning.

`2. Mysterious ruins that suddenly appear in the middle of Mayview sounds like the perfect thing for the Activity Club to investigate.

13. Angel is used to doing business with all sorts of quirky customers, but he has no idea what to do when Peter enters his store.

14. Vendors at Mayview’s Fall Markets can have eccentric ways of paying for their wares. If Dimitri is to get his prize, he must win the weirdest game of chess he’s ever seen.

15. Stephen’s latest plan to get evidence of cryptids - via making a giant leaf pitfall trap and seeing what he caught - goes awry when he finds something else in his trap instead.

16. Alex is convinced that she's been trapped in a glowing cage of energy by aliens. The activity club knows that the culprit is a particularly mischievous poltergeist.

17. Suzy’s newest “exaggerated” news piece about the Princess of Mayview causes odd visitors to show up at her doorstep.

18. Zarei’s search for the Ghost Train’s Lantern takes unexpected twists and turns during a fall festival.

19. Serge and the Student Council are DETERMINED to let absolutely nothing get out of hand with the fundraising hay ride this year. (Everything gets out of hand.)

20. It’s a race against time to move the rotted pumpkin Tool out into a safe area before the spirit within is able to break out of it entirely.

21. Spender wouldn't consider himself an ideal guardian, but he's pretty sure that allowing Isabel's Halloween plans to proceed would count as child endangerment.

22. Ollie tends not to believe in the supernatural, but as he encounters more and more things he can't explain, he ponders an earlier hypothesis from the group that they've been hexed.

23. Usually Isaac was excited for Halloween, but this year he just felt a nothingness in his heart.

24. Shenanigans ensue when Penny returns to the shop with her newest find, a Tool….that’s a corpse.

25. Death cults and creepy go hand in hand, but Ms. Baxter is just trying to use it to find love.

26. When Jeff starts getting bullied by a new Academy student calling himself “The Demon”, an unlikely group of kids rally together to take him out.

27. During their usual romp around the woods, the Jang finds a weirdly large skull.

28. Jean finds an unnatural being in the woods, the living dead, and has to take it out before it reaches town.

29. Lisa is framed for poison ending up in people's drinks, and she's going to make the real poisoner have a taste of their own medicine.

30. Ed’s glasses get stolen, prompting a chase that quickly and hilariously escalates.

31. PJ doesn’t remember his birthday, so Max throws a Deathday party for him instead and it winds up being crashed by everyone.

#spectober #spectober2023 #pnat #paranatural #writing prompts

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vixthefantheorist · 1 year

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Who sent these messages?

So I was just looking back on the stream... well the latter half of it. Since I'm talking about the section of time (ha) of where this appears:

Mostly due to the importance of why it's there. This was Sean's failsafe loop to play in case the stream went tits up for some reason or another. But not only was it a failsafe for that situation but it served for another purpose that didn't get to be played out as planned since Sean decided to play then entire thing in one day.

As we all know, the IRIS Project was originally going to play out over the course of about a week, 5 days, if I recall correctly. Each day the stream would appear at some time, have us all play a mini-game to earn a Chase clip. (No joke the minigames were fun. Challenging since we're talking about thousands of people entering commands all at once but still fun IMO) But then IRIS's systems will be alerted to our meddling and kicks us back out as IRIS does a maintenance on their servers in attempt to keep us out. And we're 'locked out' for the day and have to wait the next day to try hacking again. Thus the above image appears. BUT there is something else within that little Server Maintenance Required loop that I just noticed a couple of days ago, that I did share on the official JSE discord. I'm sure others caught onto it waaaay before I have but I haven't seen it be discussed so I'll share it.

In that loop, four words appear.

I can imagine that these words only are suppose to show up during the four days we get locked out of the camera systems before the final day in which Anti breaks into the facility in order to apprehend Chase for himself.

So my question is...

Who the hell sent those?

Like someone on the inside of IRIS, giving us a warning before locking us out for the day then reopen it for us to pop back in to hack? Like, I dunno? Arin? Henrik?

Or could it be out mystery team that had broken into the facility ahead of Anti? Perhaps Echo?

Not sure... but notice how the words get a bit more frantic as it goes. 'Patience' is very clear and easy to read and smaller. But the words 'Wait', 'Don't Look' and 'Hide' get more fuzzy, somewhat harder to read and larger, as if someone is panicking and yelling at us to stop what we're doing.

Granted, we don't listen, too curious and stubborn to see what happens to Chase next. And determined to free him somehow. (Honestly, not sure how big of a part we play in the story, if at all, in the way it affects the story. Or we're in another POV of another character trying to help Chase and the others are yelling at them to stop because they just allowed Anti pass through the defenses? Or it's just meta fun for lulz?) I'm not sure myself, but either case, someone on the other side of the line was panicking for good reason. Anti did tear through the IRIS facility with terrifying speed. (Which brings me to go off topic for a moment. I think the reason why there's no huge pool of blood for Anti to step in and leave footprints as he approaches Chase in that hallway; is because I believe Anti was alternating between walking and floating through the facility and killing people. And the last room he killed in, probably had a pool of blood to step in and he just decided to float in Chase's direction to intimidate and showcase his power to him; before setting himself down to walk closer to him in the end.

-snerk- Now imagine finding several spots of the facility with bloody footprints. Kinda funny, but also clever if he wants to confuse anyone from IRIS following him or investigating what happened of where he was going in the building. If he cared about hiding that at all.)

Anyway, back on topic, the question still stands. Who left those messages in the server maintenance clip? I'm curious to hear your thoughts! Who do you think did that? And were those messages meant for us, the viewers? The 'character' (if there is one)? Or... perhaps meant for Chase?

Perhaps the messages were for Chase...

After all, Anti is the one seeking him out... Chase the one losing his patience... and the one who shouldn't look and must hide from Anti...

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I also figured something about the words too. 'Patience' is the only word written in black, while the other words are in white or a mix of both but static. Maybe 'Patience' is more of something of Anti being the one to say it to us viewers to be patient for his arrival or someone telling Anti to be patient so that things will be easier for him.

Either way, its fun! :D

#jacksepticeye #jse community #jseprojectiris #jse iris #jse iris project #antisepticeye #chase brody #jse egos #jse anti #jse chase #jse fandom #jse theories #jsegos #jse project iris clues

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talking-about-bug-snacks · 1 year

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So, this is it! At the time of writing, this is the final Bugsnak to talk about. And it is a significant one, to the point that I actively consider it a spoiler. There’s no way to be sure if there will be more Bugsnax in the future, but the Bigsnax update feels to me like it truly completed the game, and this one has such a sense of finality to it and its circumstances that I feel this is truly the Final Bugsnak.

So, obviously, a big spoiler warning for this whole post! If you have not played Bugsnax and discovered every Bugsnak yet, this is your warning! If you have seen them all and do not mind both snak and story spoilers, then come... join me.

So. Ever since the launch of Bugsnax, there had been plenty of mysteries! At the end of the game, we do learn more about the Bugsnax and why they do what they do, but we never learn exactly their origin, or how they came to mimic snacks in particular. We still don’t know, and that’s all well and good! Not everything needs to be explained, and I like it better that we don’t know everything.

The BIGGEST mystery, though, was that of the Triplicate Space. If you went out of bounds specifically in one area of Boiling Bay, you would be teleported back, with an error message stating “The Triplicate Space is not yet available to you.” Now what in the DANG could this mean? No one knew! There was nothing similar in the game to suggest anything, and the developers would cheekily feign ignorance or dance around the subject when asked. It felt like there was an equal chance of it either being some kind of major foreshadowing, and that we would one day be able to access this mysterious space, or of it just being a big ol’ joke.

Then the Isle of Bigsnax update came along.

Well whaddaya know! Hidden in Broken Tooth is this mysterious key, and the use of “space” in its description makes its purpose obvious, and I’m telling you, the feeling I got when finding this was indescribable.

I don’t want to spoil much. This really is something you should try to experience as firsthand as possible. But the Triplicate Space is unlike anywhere else in the game, a place where you do NOT belong, where you learn things you are NOT supposed to know, and even some new mysteries, as well... and what waits for you at the end?

It’s this silly looking coffee mug with two handles! Why does a coffee mug have two handles? That’s just not realistic.

CAPPUCCEETLE

It’s because those aren’t just handles, they’re legs! This little snak was just taking a nap, and when it notices you, it flees. Well you better go catch it!

Doing that is no easy task. Not at all. First of all, you cannot catch it in the Triplicate Space. This is a snak that goes where it pleases, and that means it will run freely across the entire island! It’s the fastest snak alive, and can even run on water like a Jesus. This isn’t a Jesus, though, it’s a Joe! It is nicknamed Joey Quickbeans, and no I am not going to tell you the context of that. Sorry.

Evasive snax are no problem, right? Just set up a Trip Shot and let it get stunned, right? WRONG! You silly goose riding in a caboose! Cappucceetle cannot be tripped. It will just cheekily zip past the wire, taunting you as it does. And if you scare it away, off it will run to a whole other area! That little scamp! What are you to do?

You will have to rely on help from other Bugsnax! The only way to stun Cappucceetle is to have another snak do it, and there are options in any area it might end up in. Taking advantage of its love of chocolate, you can lure Cappucceetle into the path of an aggressive snak to get it knocked out! If you really want to overdue it, you can even summon Megamaki to do the deed. Whatever you do, though, there is another trick- putting the Trip Shot aross the exit to the area will prevent Cappucceetle from escaping!

With that, I have gone over all 112 Bugsnax here on this blog, and now I have to say... a very wonderfully happy anniversary to Bugsnax! Even if it is not as constant in my brain as it once was, it remains my favorite game ever, and will always be so special to me. It really messes me up that it has been TWO YEARS since the game came out, and I’ve been thinking about it for even longer! Whether there is more Bugsnax on the horizon or new projects entirely, I am very thankful to Young Horses for bringing us this wonderful game, and look forward to what they’ll do next!

#cappucceetle #bugsnax #talkin bout bugsnax #bugsnax spoilers

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peggychecksitout · 1 year

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The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern

REVIEW: 5 STARS

“For those who feel homesick for a place they’ve never been to.”

Synopsis “When Zachary Ezra Rawlins borrows a strange book from his university library, it leads him on a quest unlike any other, for within its pages he finds a story containing a moment from his own childhood. Determined to track down the provenance of this mysterious book, Zachary encounters a dangerous secret society, a magical doorway to a subterranean labyrinthine library filled with stories, and makes some strange and enigmatic new friends. When this magical library is threatened, however, it falls to Zachary and his new friends to try and save it, all while he searches for the ending of his own story.”

“Those who seek even if they do not know what (or where) it is that they are seeking….”

I wanted to start my 2023 reading year off with a re-read of this book for two reasons. The first, because I wanted to start the year off reading a book I already knew I loved, and the second because the way this book talks about the transformative power of stories, and beginnings becoming endings but endings also becoming beginnings, feels very apropos to read while you are moving into a new calendar year.

So what do I love about this book?

The Starless Sea is a love letter to storytelling; it is about why stories and storytelling are important, as much as it is about those who love stories and why they do. As a person who is always thinking and daydreaming about her own make-believe stories (and trying to commit them to paper), this book went straight to the heart of who I am as a person, and made itself at home.

This book also shows off Morgenstern’s greatest strengths as a writer: her world-building and her prose. Morgenstern can write; her prose is simply gorgeous. It is in turns whimsical, magical, dreamlike and playful. The images she conjures on these pages are nothing short of being frankly, almost tangible—sort of like waking up with your last dream still dancing around in your head before it softly fades with the intrusion of the morning light. There’s a definite fairytale vibe to the entire book, that again, goes along with the greater themes about storytelling. I think anyone who is a lover of books has dreamed, at least once, of stumbling across a doorway that leads to a magical library, and reading this book certainly makes me daydream and yearn for such a place.

So what didn’t work for me?

If I had a quibble with anything, I would say the character work in this book isn’t the strongest, but I do think it’s still purposeful. The characters aren’t super fleshed out, instead, they have the same quality that characters in a fairytale do—they are there to serve the story, to supply metaphor and archetypes more than in-depth character studies, or to feel like real people. This is okay to a certain extent, but it does mean that if your entry point into a story is through character, this might not be the book for you. It’s not a deal breaker for me, because setting and plot are what suck me into a story, and I did still really like the characters, I just feel there were certain moments that would have hit harder, had the characters been more fleshed out.

“Those who seek will find. Their doors have been waiting for them.”

On the whole, my re-read of this book has cemented it as a forever favourite of mine. In fact, I have a quote from the book I would love to have a tattoo of, and there are ungodly things I would do for a ttrpg of The Starless Sea; there’s so much you could do with the Harbour alone—book themed dungeon crawls for daaaaaaays!!

So who is this book for?

I think if you like books about books, stories about stories, stories within stories, and stories that get a bit meta, this is the book for you. I also think if you like the dark academia / books + secrets = love kind of setting, are a lover of open world gaming, and play a few ttrpg’s, then this is the book for you. And if you like star-crossed lovers, soul mates, heroes journey and hero of another story tropes, then hey, this just might be the book for you.

“And no story every truly ends as long as it is told.”

(id in alt text)

#book review #the starless sea #erin morgenstern #booklr #book blog #bookworm

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2jamie promt idea:

Jamie is sick and dosent know how to deal with it properly so the doctor helps take care of him

Ten entire minutes after Polly and Ben abandoned the Doctor to deal with Jamie on his own, the Doctor grips the TARDIS console with one hand, and the last of his patience with the other.

Jamie backs away to mirror him directly on the other side of the hexagonal control panel, flushed with what could be exertion on anyone else, running around the console room in this entirely unamusing little game – but the Doctor has seen Jamie do more and redden less. Which wouldn’t be a problem, in theory, except Jamie has taken it upon himself to make it one.

“I’ll be fine!” Jamie insists for the umpteenth time, vocals strained over the cough he’s clearly trying to hold in.

“Certainly,” the Doctor agrees, eyes itching for a good roll. “But you’re clearly not fine right now, so hush and let me help you.”

“I don’ need yer help,” Jamie retorts, glaring at him over the transparent column. “Nothing’s wrong!”

“Now this is just ridiculous,” the Doctor mutters. It’s no mystery why Ben and Polly have long since given up talking any sense into their fellow traveller, though the Doctor would have appreciated their backup. It’s like debating a particularly contrary brick wall. “And do you have a brother who only speaks the truth, by any chance?”

Now that knocks Jamie off his course of denial. He rears back with a frown. “Do I wot now?”

“You know, the riddle with the two guards, where one always lies and the other…” the Doctor breaks off as Jamie doubles over in a coughing fit. “Oh dear.”

Jamie stays bent over when the coughing subsides, letting out a groan of despair. The Doctor cautiously circles the console once more, gaining confidence when Jamie doesn’t start away from him again. He reaches out towards Jamie slow enough not to spook him, and when there’s no reaction, he wraps an arm around his shoulders and guides him bodily back to his bedroom.

Jamie puts up not an ounce of resistance along the way, which worries the Doctor far more than his previous false bravado, and in this position the Doctor can no longer check on Jamie’s expression. By the time they reach the threshold of Jamie’s room, he isn’t walking with the Doctor so much as falling forward, held up only by the tight grip of the Doctor’s hands.

“Used up all your energy being difficult, have we?” the Doctor teases, hoping for a laugh or frankly for any sign of life at all. Jamie groans in response. “Yes, I thought so.”

He picks up the boneless Jamie in a princess carry to ferry him the rest of the way, taking on Jamie’s familiar weight in his arms, which does seem to trigger a last reserve of energy from him in the form of indignation.

“Och – Doctor, really –”

“If you wanted to stop me, perhaps you should have saved your energy rather than using it all on being stubborn,” the Doctor chides, striding across the bedroom and tightening his hold against Jamie’s squirming. It would hardly help the situation to drop him, after all.

“Aye, well, I didnae think you’d be picking me up like a damsel in distress!” Jamie’s pitch climbs high in protest, cracking on the last few words.

“Are you not distressed?” he asks innocently, bending down and shifting his hold on Jamie so he can flick back the tartan blanket on Jamie’s bed.

“Am no’ a wee girl,” Jamie mutters sullenly. That draws a laugh from the Doctor, and as he lowers Jamie onto the pillows, he expects his first glimpse of Jamie’s face will be a glare.

He is surprised, then, to find on Jamie’s face a look of such anxiety to kill all the laughter in the Doctor’s throat. Jamie refuses to catch his eye, and the Doctor sighs.

He trails a hand down Jamie’s chest, smoothes down his kilt, and goes to work unlacing his shoes, gentle as he can. In his periphery, Jamie watches, silent. He sets the pair of shoes on the floor by the bed and then draws the blanket back over. He covers Jamie up to his chin but resists actually tucking him in lest it come across as patronising.

“There now,” the Doctor says, hushed. “Is this really all that bad?”

Still Jamie won’t meet his eye, and the Doctor sighs, running a hand lightly through Jamie’s hair. Suddenly Jamie’s hand shoots out from under the blanket to catch the Doctor’s wrist. The Doctor’s hearts plummet – what has he done to make Jamie recoil from him so? – but before he can apologise for overstepping, his grip shifts to bring the back of the Doctor’s hand to his lips.

“I don’t mean t’ be difficult,” Jamie murmurs, his breath hot against the Doctor’s fingers.

“Yes, well… catching ill can be scary,” the Doctor offers haltingly. “Particularly when you’re travelling with me. I understand. I do remember the incident on the moon.”

On the moon it wasn’t simply a common cold plaguing Jamie, of course. Still, the Doctor remembers well Jamie’s palpable fear that the phantom piper would take him, as well as his unconscious pained cries that the Doctor could only futilely try to ignore. At least this time he can make Jamie comfortable through it – if Jamie would only let him.

“Now I hope I don’t have to lock you in to keep you in bed,” he says, playing stern. “What you need is rest, and –”

“It isn’t that,” Jamie says quietly.

“– with lots of fluids and maybe – eh?”

“It’s no’… am no’ scared. No’ wi’ you. I always feel safe in the TARDIS, you know tha’.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” the Doctor says, though the words aren’t adequate to describe how the reassurance makes him feel. He squeezes Jamie’s fingers to emphasise the point. “But then why…?”

“You’ll think I’m bein’ stupid,” Jamie groans.

“I might,” the Doctor agrees, nodding. Jamie blinks at him in surprise, and perhaps offense. “But it won’t make me think any worse of you, nor love you any less. So you might as well tell me.”

Jamie grumbles a bit before properly digesting that. He’s always been an open book, wearing his heart on his sleeve and his thoughts right on his face. The Doctor watches Jamie wrestle with himself. Watches him win.

“I just wanted t’ get past it. Ignore it until it goes away.” He winces and presses the Doctor’s hand to his cheek, and the Doctor obliges him, half sitting on the bed so he can reach more comfortably. “I remember takin’ ill on the moon too, spendin’ it all useless in a hospital bed.”

“Why that’s not fair on you at all. You’re right, I do think this is stupid.”

That finally coaxes a sheepish grin from Jamie. “I havnae even got to the stupid bit yet,” he admits.

The Doctor does roll his eyes this time, large and exaggerated to hear the laugh Jamie lets out after, one that dissolves into painful coughs that has Jamie leaning away from the Doctor and further into the bed.

Blast. He’d been trying to help Jamie, not make him worse. The Doctor steps away, rubbing his hands nervously as Jamie half hacks out a lung, searching for anything to do to help him. But there’s nothing for it apart from the obvious: stop dithering, fetch Jamie some water and cold medicine, and wait the whole thing out.

“I’ll just be right back, Jamie, with some water,” he calls, slipping out of the room and not stopping even when Jamie coughs out something that sounds like a plea for him to stay.

This human business… the Doctor wrings his hands and speeds on.

The TARDIS reveals herself to be feeling cooperative today; the kitchen is only at the end of the hall, when just that morning, it had been a brisk five-minute walk from the console room in the opposite direction. He pats the doorframe in thanks but then halts abruptly.

“Oh! Ben. Polly. Hello.”

A quick once-over assures him that he hasn’t walked in on something private – one never knows with those two – but they still start guiltily upon sighting him, offering muted hellos in reply.

He raises a suspicious eyebrow at them as he washes his hands and then moves to the cupboard where they keep the cups and mugs and so forth.

“No need!” Polly interrupts him quickly. She turns around and grabs something from the counter behind them: a tall glass of water and several packets of tablets from the bathroom pharmaceutical cabinet.

“Haven’t poisoned it, have you?” the Doctor asks, mostly in jest, as he takes them from her. But Polly only cringes.

Ben gallantly steps in. “Look, we just wanted to apologise for running out when you got there. Probably should have stayed and helped. So we fetched this. We’re, uh, pretty sure it’s all the right stuff. It’s not that we don’t – it’s just that Polly and me, we have rather short amounts of patience, and neither of us are exactly used to…”

“Polly and I,” the Doctor corrects with an indulgent smile.

“Yes?” Polly asks, taking a confused step towards him.

Oh, they’re fine. The Doctor leaves them to it.

“Not Polly and me. Polly and I!” he calls behind him.

“Well, tell Jamie that Polly and I are sorry we gave him a hard time and that we hope he gets better soon!”

Ben’s voice echoes down the corridor and the Doctor smiles to himself. How strange humans are to him, even now when he’s known so many! And with that volume, the Doctor won’t even have to pass on the message. Jamie surely would have heard it.

Indeed, as the Doctor nudges open Jamie’s door, Jamie is already upright in bed, expectant.

“Doctor,” he exhales in greeting, sounding strangely relieved to the Doctor’s ears.

“Here,” the Doctor says, brandishing the items in his hands. He offers Jamie the cup, mostly confident that he can handle that part himself, and goes about sorting through the medication Polly and Ben had scrounged up.

He hears more than sees Jamie gulp greedily, which is good at least; the Doctor had done the right thing by fetching him water.

“Don’t drink all of it now,” he warns, popping a few tablets out of their respective foil wrappings.

Jamie frowns over at him, holding the much emptier glass protectively to his chest.

“You’ll need some water to take these. Medicine, yes? No bloodletting needed,” he assures with a laugh. He walks Jamie through how to take them, eventually pulling up a chair to sit with him.

When the glass is set aside, Jamie gives him a cautious look. “What are ye doin’ with Polly, then, Doctor?”

“What’s that?”

“You were sayin’, you and Polly.”

“Oh, never mind that, I was simply correcting grammar. Now do enlighten me. What were you saying before your sore throat rudely interrupted us?”

Jamie nods with an air of resignation about him. Always so dramatic.

“I was just sayin’ I know how this goes, when I take ill. An’ I don’ hold it against ye or nothing. I just…” Jamie fidgets with the blanket and then shrugs. “I didnae want t’ be bedridden while you and Ben and Polly are out getting int’ trouble. Or havin’ fun. Or bein’ in grave danger. I don’ want t’ miss anything. And I thought I might be able t’ pretend I was well so ye wouldnae go off without me.”

The Doctor regards Jamie with a look of open fondness that Jamie doesn’t even see, so busy is he trying to avoid the Doctor’s eye. Probably for the best; means Jamie can’t make fun of him for it later.

“Oh, you silly, silly boy.” Jamie shifts to turn bodily away, with embarrassment or shame, and the Doctor can’t be having that. He stops Jamie with a hand on his chest, holding him firmly down. “My dear Jamie. Would you do me a favour and remind me where we are.”

“We’re… in my room?”

“And where might that be?”

“In the TARDIS. But what has that got t’ do wi’ –”

“And would you remind me what the TARDIS is exactly.”

“It’s a ship. It’s our home. It’s for travelling, goin’ on adventures through the different planets and through time.”

“Through time indeed. So you can understand,” says the Doctor, patting Jamie gently on the chest, “why exactly it is that we are in no rush to leave without you. Time is the one thing I have in excess. The universe outside will wait until we are ready to meet it, with you by our side, recovered and healthy as ever.”

“But ye can barely stay in the same place for five wee minutes! What are ye gonnae do while I get better?”

“Well, I rather thought I’d stay and bother you, if that’s quite alright.”

“Bother me.”

“Well, I haven’t gotten the chance to play my recorder in some time, and I thought you might enjoy hearing a story from a book you’re not practising your literacy from, perhaps. And I’m sure I could come up with other things to occupy myself while you sleep it off, or when you bore of my company.”

“Never.”

The Doctor’s eyebrows shoot up. “I’m sorry?”

Jamie flushes bright red but this time doesn’t look away. “You’re many things, Doctor, but yer never boring.”

The Doctor preens at that. Of course, it’s at that moment that Jamie yawns jaw-poppingly wide, quite ruining the sentiment.

“Alright,” Jamie blusters, looking himself very surprised by his own yawn, “that looked bad but I promise that was no’ because of you –”

“Relax, my boy. Sleep will do you wonders.”

Jamie looks ready to do just that until the Doctor makes to stand, and then he’s righting himself all over again as if to stop him.

“I told you, I’d find something to do while you slept. I’m not about to go running off.”

Jamie still seems conflicted, so the Doctor settles back into his chair.

“How about this: I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep, then I’ll fetch a few books from the library and come back. I’ll be right here when you wake up again, I promise.”

It’s as though that’s all the permission Jamie’s body needed to go to sleep right then and there. Jamie’s out like a light before the Doctor’s even managed to get comfortable again. How stubborn to have held it off even that long.

There’s no reason for the Doctor to dawdle now, having fulfilled that first part of his promise. But Jamie is so peaceful in sleep, and he’s in no rush to leave. Might as well bask in his accomplishment of corralling Jamie out of his stubborn denial.

And funnily enough, sleeping Jamie is so fascinating on his own, the Doctor might not even need to go looking for something to entertain himself after all.

Not for the first few minutes, anyway.

#my ask #Anonymous #so i WAS going to wait until ao3 was back up and post simultaneously #but then i got bored of waiting #may tweak this more before i post to ao3 depending on whether i can be bothered #anyway thank you for the prompt anon!#2jamie #second doctor #jamie mccrimmon #doctor who #my writing

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