#i actually can't stop listening to smoke with the devil

[peachypunchy]

i miss u kian stone

#jrwi #jrwi show #jrwi bitb #jrwi blood in the bayou #kian stone #jrwi kian #i actually can't stop listening to smoke with the devil #it's such a good song #i'm only a couple hours away from completing my bitb marathon btw #it's been a good day

[starsfic]

Eros and psyche au prompt: Huiying says her first word.

Or Huiying starts to learn to her first steps

Inspired by this cute comic of baby Red by @ekary!

It was Qi Xiaotian's first actual night sleeping at DBK's place.

Of course, he had visited the palace out in the desert before. But that was just a stop in the rush of the journey to stop the Lady Bone Demon, and they hadn't even spent a night. Now, however, DBK was celebrating his birthday the next day and wanted his entire family to be there. That included him and Huiying.

"Wow." Qi Xiaotian immediately dropped his bags at the door to Red's room, making his way to the grand bed he saw all the way at the end. The room was luxurious and in shades of red and purple and touches of gold, like he expected, but surprisingly dust-free. He couldn't help a laugh as he bounced on the bed, awestruck at how soft it was. "This is the best room ever!"

Red hmphed as he looked around. "I honestly prefer our bedroom," he said, grabbing the bag Xiaotian had abandoned and hauling it in. He kicked the door behind him. "At least there you don't have Mother glaring at you."

"Eh, she's still mad you married me in a rush. She'll get over it eventually."

"Still." Red unzipped their suitcase and pulled out his clothes. "I prefer knowing that Huiying is in the next room or is in here with us."

Oh, right. Huiying's naptime had started around lunch, so a maid had politely whisked her away. Xiaotian had been too startled to really protest. "Where's the nursery? She'll be in there, right?"

Red nodded as he grabbed the fancy hanfus they had bought for the celebration tomorrow and draped them over the chest at the end of the bed. The rest of the clothes, excluding some pajamas, were tucked into the closet. "Yes, yes, she'll be in there. It's on the other side of my parents chambers." He shut the suitcase and zipped it up before pushing it into the closet with a humph. "I'll go over there and check on her before I drag a crib in here. The servants know to bring her to us if she cries-"

The door opened with a wail.

Speak of the devil, and she would appear, sobbing her poor little eyes out. The poor maid who held her looked like she had been through a firestorm, some of her hair still smoking. "Apologies, master Red. I was trying to get her ready to take a bath, and she started crying and refused to settle down." Xiaotian sat up, but Red was already marching over. "She's been crying for two hours now and I don't know how to make her stop-"

"Bring her to us!" Red gently pulled Huiying away, her sobs reducing once she was in the familiar warmth and safety of her bama's arms, but the motion was still a touch harsh. "I told you, bring her to us if she cries. My father complained that you had a similar problem, but I can't believe-" Red's hair exploded into flames, his voice growing louder and louder as he chewed the poor maid out for not listening to the one instruction.

Xiaotian opened his mouth, ready to save the poor maid, before a giggle made everything silent.

Huiying's tears and sobs had died down, leaving behind tear tracks. Their daughter was instead smiling, clapping her little baby hands with soft little giggles. "'Gain!" she squealed, the word almost lost in her giggles. "'Gain, 'gain! Again!"

"Wait."

Xiaotian nearly fell onto his face in his scramble. "Her first word?!" Red nodded with wide eyes as his husband knelt, meeting Huiying's darling amber eyes. "Huiying, can you say that again?!"

"Again!" she echoed back. "Again, again, again!"

Neither noticed the maid slip out before Red could follow his daughter's request.

#my writing #LMK #Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid #Spicynoodles #Spicynoodleshipping #Eros and Psyche AU #LMK AU #Monkie Kid AU #LEGO Monkie Kid AU #au #Qi Xiaotian #Red Son #prompt fill #prompt fic #fic #fanfic #fanfiction

[threadsun]

Content: abuse, manipulation, intoxication, dubcon/noncon, dad kink/incestplay, honestly idk how to describe this other than that it's fucked up

Thinking about Jean and Ian in the Ian's Dad AU and I can’t stop thinking about how messed up it is from Ian’s perspective!! Like imagine…

Look, you've spent 18 years being raised by your abusive single mother. She never gave you love, you were never enough for her, she made you feel guilty about everything. Getting gifts, having sexual urges, being queer. She never let you have your freedom, always trying to control your every move and keeping an eye on you.

You live in a big mansion in the rich part of town, but she refuses to spend any more than necessary on you. She doesn’t let you meet your rich neighbours because she’s worried you’ll befriend them and they’ll lead you astray. And she’s always telling you horror stories about the actor who lives next door. About how he doesn't care about anything, how he's a sexual deviant, how he spends lavishly unlike your mother's painful frugality. Everything she says to try to keep you away from him only makes him sound better. He sounds like the friend you never had and the dad you always wanted, and he’s an actor like you want to be on top of everything!

And when you turn 18 and enter your rebellious phase... well, look. You know he's famous. You know he’s probably been warned away from talking to you by your mother (really, you can't blame him for listening, knowing what she's like). And you know he probably doesn't want his neighbour’s kid just calling him up out of the blue. But... you've gotta try! This is your one chance at having a mentor for your acting! And maybe a father-figure too…

And when you reach out and actually get a response? When he wants to meet you? It's like you're in a dream. You meet up with him and he's... really cool! Super nice, laid back, interested in you. He asks all the right questions, learns about you, listens to you vent about your home life. He tells you stories about his work and gives you advice about becoming an actor.

And he's... well, look, you've never been able to explore sexual attraction, especially not towards men. And he's everything you want to be! All the parts of yourself you actually like seem to be so prominent in him. All the things that your mother hates. It's all him! And sure you feel a little weird about it, I mean you’ve only just met the guy. But... he’s so welcoming and kind. You're an adult, and for the first time in your life you’re feeling appreciated... And god he's so nice and generous when he takes you under his wing, showering you with gifts and taking you out to fancy places and encouraging your rebellion rather than stifling it.

Sure, he's a little more handsy than you'd expected a mentor to be. Little pats on the ass or pecks on the lips. But, well, he's French. That's just what they're like! So of course you're going to move in with him when he offers you a spare room at his place so he can mentor you more often. It's even nicer than your mother's house and he's not always hovering around. He lets you do whatever you please when you’re not learning from him and he never monitors you. You can go out with friends and invite people over and lock your door so you can jack off to some hentai without your mother bursting in and lecturing you about how sex is a tool of the devil!

He always encourages you to try new things. You'd always been a little curious about drugs. Nothing hard, no you're not that kind of guy. But maybe some weed? And of course your cool mentor can hook you up with some! But... he's a responsible mentor. He tells you that you can smoke but your first time has to be with only him. So you don't get too high or taken advantage of. And you trust him, of course you trust him, he's given you every reason to!

So you let him set the mood. Low lights, flickering candles, some weird artsy movie on the massive tv in the lounge, plenty of snacks (oysters, chocolate covered strawberries, even some alcohol but you're pretty sure that's just for him. He wouldn't get you crossfaded for your first time...), and the fattest blunt you've ever seen. Also the only blunt you've ever seen so... really, when he assures you it's perfect for a beginner, why wouldn't you trust him?

So you settle in and he lights up the blunt. He asks if you know what shotgunning is, tells you it's the best way for a beginner to get used to smoking. It's... weird. When his lips actually linger on yours more than the usual little goodbye kisses. When his tongue forces your lips apart to blow the smoke into your mouth. But... all those nerves and weird feelings settle pretty quick.

The more smoke he blows into your mouth, the more relaxed you get. The more you let him feed you snacks. The more you let his hands wander. By the time you're actually pulling from the blunt, you can barely tell which way is up. You feel him tip your head back and pour some wine into your mouth. He's always going on and on about vintages and whether or not it's dry and what aftertaste it has. But all you can ever taste is soured, bitter grapes. But this time you don't mind so much. Not when he's taking a gulp of it himself and feeding that into your mouth this time.

It's the first time you've been touched like this, kissed like this. It feels good, his soft lips on yours, the way he pays such gentle attention to you, the way he grinds on your lap and pulls your hair while forcing more smoke and alcohol into you. You're in a haze of pleasure and Jean is right there at the centre. And him being your mentor is the furthest thing from your mind.

You don't remember much about that night. Or, anything really. You wake up sore in places you've never been sore before. But also feeling blissful. Your muscles feel more relaxed than they ever have, and you don't feel the usual crushing weight of your lust hanging over your head. Jean simply smiles at you when you go into the kitchen the next morning, and asks if you enjoyed the night before. You tell him you did and he promises you two can do it more often. As a bonding experience. Maybe make it a monthly thing? You’re like a son to him, after all!

And god does that sound nice to you. Having a parental figure who wants to bond with you. A person who likes spending time with you. A person who encourages you to try new things. He promises to bring edibles as well next time, and reminds you with a wink that if you ever want to try any other drugs, he can get his hands on them for you. But, of course, same rules apply. Your first time doing them has to be with him.

Really, you're not sure why you'd want to do drugs with anyone else. You've seen the people at the parties he's taken you to, far too rowdy for your liking. So you stick to doing drugs and drinking with Jean only. It's the only time he's handsy. The only time his lips stay on yours. And you hardly remember it anyway. It all blurs together with the dreams you keep having about him. The ones that leave you in a cold sweat, with an uncomfortable boner, wondering if it's normal for people to dream about someone they see like a father whispering sweet nothings in their ear while they fuck them. You're pretty sure it's not, but... really how would you know?

And finally one sober night, you hear your door creak open. You hear footsteps, see a sliver of light from the hallway on your wall, feel someone getting into bed behind you. You move to sit up, but a warm arm wraps around you and a familiar voice whispers in your ear. Jean reassures you that it's okay, it's just him, he just wants to cuddle. And that's normal, isn't it? Fathers cuddling their sons. Sure, no matter how much you both talk about wishing you were father and son, he’s your mentor not your father. And sure, maybe you're a bit old for it even if he was your father. But it’s probably just some sort of acting thing anyway! So you settle back down and enjoy the feeling of his arms around you, trying to keep your hormones under control.

His hands wander a little, thumb rubbing circles on your hips as his lips press lightly against your neck. You have to bite your pillow to keep from whimpering, willing yourself not to make things weird. But his hand slips from your hip and curls around your hard cock and your heart drops. But he reassures you once more, just a gentle murmur in your ear, promising that it's okay. That it's perfectly natural.

His hand palms you slowly as he whispers sympathetic words about how badly your mother screwed you up and how it's up to him to make you better. How he feels so bad about your sexual repression, how he can see just how much you're suffering, that he knows how badly you need this. You're still trying to muffle your sounds with the pillow, but your hips roll against his hand and it feels so good. And he knows. He knows your mother never let you touch yourself. Never let you indulge your desires. You told him so yourself. And he promises you that it's okay. That this is healthy and normal. That she fucked you up, broke you, but he's here to fix you.

He talks to you so gently, like a wounded animal, as he helps you cum. He's so... understanding. And he reassures you that it's normal. That it's okay. That this is what fathers do for their sons. It doesn’t even strike you as odd, that he’s calling you two that. It feels right. And when you finally let out a moan and cum against his hand, making a mess of your pyjamas... he praises you. He tells you how well you did for him, what a good son you are, how happy he is to see you getting better already! And he promises to keep helping…

It happens night after night, each time something slightly different. He turns you over the next night, kisses you so sweetly that you feel like you might melt into him. His tongue is coaxing and his hands slip into your pants to touch you properly. And you wonder how you'll ever be able to touch yourself again when you know it'll never compare to his touch. Then he uses his mouth on you, shows you how skilled his tongue is down there as well. Then he's working a finger, two fingers, three into you.

He teaches you how to please him, as well. Urges you under the covers and teaches you how to go down on him without too much teeth. Trains you not to gag when he thrusts into your mouth and to swallow when he cums down your throat. He presses his cock between your thighs and fucks them so sweetly, hands groping and lips finally leaving marks on you. And then finally, he makes love to you. There's no other way to say it. It's such a sweet, soft, gentle thing. His hips rocking behind you as he spoons you, holding you to his chest and praising you for learning so fast, for being such a good boy for him. And when you feel him cum inside of you, your hips stutter into his hand and you cum too. And you feel loved for the first time in your life.

And that's when you start to learn who your mentor really is. There's no more of the coddling, the sweetness, the love. No, you're his personal free-use whore. He clicks his fingers and you get on your knees for him, ready to take whatever he has to give. He makes you call him dad, starts calling you his son. He introduces you to kinks you've never even heard of, takes all his anger out on your pretty body in the most sadistic ways, trains you into his perfect pet. He fucks you and beats you and makes you his cumdump.

And if you ever try to stop it, ever try to refuse, ever correct people who mistake you for a real father and son... he reminds you of all those nights you spent baked out of your mind. He shows you all the pictures he took of the disgusting, perverted things you let him do to you when you didn't even remember your own name. He promises to leak them to the press if you ever stop. His career is just about over, but yours? Yours is only just beginning. This could ruin you.

But... honestly? You don't want to stop. You don't want to go back to living with your mother. You don't want to return to a life where you feel guilty for wanting sex, where you never feel satisfied, where you always feel like a deviant. You don’t want to go back to not having a father. You want to be wanted by him. You want to keep feeling good, and god does he make you feel good. His insults and humiliation get you hard, but his rare praise makes you desperate to come back for more. You know it's wrong, you know he's a bad person, you know it needs to stop.

But... you don't stop it. You can't stop it. Not when it feels so... good isn't quite the right word. But it feels like everything you deserve. It's the best you'll ever get. And you need to grab onto that before it slips away.

Until. Until you make the mistake of bringing a friend over for once. You've tried to keep everyone else away from Jean. Keep him to yourself. You're not sure if it's selfish or selfless, wanting to keep that cruel attention on you alone. But you can't say no to your childhood best friend. Especially since you've been in love with them since forever. So you take the risk and let them come over, warning them away from your “dad” as many times as you possibly can.

Thankfully, the study date seems to go... well! You don't see Jean at all, and your friend doesn't mention him either. They even ask you out, and you have to get them to repeat themself a few times before it sinks in that it's real. Of course you say yes! How could you say anything else? You've wanted this since forever!

And then as you finish your shy, nervous little goodbye and watch them drive away... you feel Jean behind you. His arms settle around your waist, his chin on your shoulder, his lips brushing your ear. He tells you how nice they seem. How happy he is to see his son dating someone. How unfortunate it would be if they ever found out about your dirty little secret... But don't worry, he won't tell! For as long as you keep doing everything he asks, as long as you keep pleasing him, his lips are sealed.

#sunshine #swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj jean #sdj ian #jean laurent x ian duff #Ian's Dad AU

[borahaerhy]

BTS While High - Headcanons

While my inbox is filled with unwritten requests and the latest chapter of my WIP is in dire need of some heavy editing, I decided the best use of my time is to write my headcanons for the members after smoking some devil's lettuce in honor of 4/20.

Happy 4/20 everybody, I hope you enjoy :)

It does get slightly horny at times, so viewer discretion is advised. Also if you want me to do anymore headcanons, just lmk, I love doing these.

Jin

Chaos

Laughing at everything that's happening

To the point he's falling over

Trying to make jokes

But he can't stop laughing long enough to actually get them out

Definitely not sitting down

He's up and moving

He's trying to make a pillow fort out of couch cushions and throw blankets

Or he needs to get everyone's attention so he can give a presentation on an idea he had 2 seconds ago and is now obviously the most genius thing he's ever come up with

Trying to go somewhere probably

"Yo, we should definitely go bowling"

or even

"Does anyone wanna go to Walmart?"

But you're not going to Walmart to go shopping or to get things

It's absolutely only to hula-hoop and chase each other around the store with children's toys

If you're in a relationship with him?

He's 100% fucking with you the most

There will be no peace

Only war

You have to be just as excited as he is

Or he will try to fight you

In a joking way obviously

But ultimately, he probably just wants you to scratch his head and play with his hair

And once you do that?

Nap time :)

Yoongi

Couch locked

Blank face, not really saying anything

If he's paying attention to whatever conversation is happening, he'd laugh if something was funny

But chances are

He's zoned out and has no idea what anyone's saying

But that's only for the first 20 minutes or so

After that

He's overcome with affection

He's just looking around at everyone

And is so overwhelmed with love

The sappy little bitch

Definitely pretending he isn't tho

But the second anyone says they need anything

He's on it

You want a snack?

He'll go find one

Would definitely cook you dinner

Need a blanket?

Done

Do you need someone to hold your hand?

There is literally nothing that will stop him from holding your hand

And that goes for anyone he cares about

But especially his significant other

If you two were dating

You could make literally any request

And as long as it was physically possible for him to do it

It's done

Especially is it involves affection

Tbh just hold his hand when he's high, that's literally all he wants

Hoseok

Honestly?

The most normal out of all of them

This is not his first rodeo

He's very calm

It's business as usual for him

But is 100% very interested in everyone else's antics

He's listening to the jokes

He's paying attention to the one (probably Namjoon) going on about life's greatest mysteries

If someone's panicking

He's on it immediately

He'd notice quickly and try to help them in whatever way he could

Tell them that everything's gonna be okay

And that they probably just need a snack

And would immediately make them a snack

Wouldn't leave them alone until he was sure that they were okay

If you're dating

He's very chill on the outside

Especially if other people are there

But you're sitting next to him

And his hand is on your thigh

He's very subtle about it

But he's doing anything he can to drive you absolutely insane

Would 100% leave in the middle of a conversation with the guys to go find a bedroom with you

Then emerge an hour later

Hair messed up and wearing different clothes

And have absolutely no shame

Namjoon

Very casual while smoking

Carrying on in normal conversation

But when it hits him

He's gonna go quiet for a minute

Then launch into a monologue

About what?

Who knows

Could be anything

The meaning of the universe

How much he absolutely loves army's

His philosophical beliefs

If there's a whiteboard available he's ON IT

Idk what he's writing or why but he's definitely doing something

Probably to try to explain whatever he's monologuing about to everyone else

But

At some point

He's gonna say "I'm gonna go get a little snack"

And come back with a four-course meal

Like when I say munchies

I mean MUNCHIES

He's literally eating everything he can find

He's inhaling that shit

And if he's in a relationship

He'll honestly probably forget you're there while monologuing

But if you say something

Or he looks over at you

The biggest grin will spread across his face

And whatever he was talking about doesn't matter anymore in the slightest

You're the only thing that exists now

And in the most wholesome ways

He wants a hug

And will be giddy anytime you even look at him

Jimin

I mean this with the utmost respect

He's a thot

And he's extremely shameless about it

Flirting with everyone

Making everyone flustered

Prolonged eye contact

But everything is funny to him

Laughing at everything anyone says

Thinks Jin is absolutely hilarious

Falling over laughing so hard

Will fall out of his chair

There's just no way around it

But the shamelessness

You could dare him to do literally anything

And he'd do it

No exceptions

And if you're dating him?

I pray for you

He's like Hoseok in the way he'd drive you insane

But it's much less subtle

Like he's kissing your neck

And pulling you to sit in his lap

very territorial tbh

No one else should really be allowed to look at you

Like if it's just you with the guys, that's one thing

He trusts them

But if you guys went with Jin on his Walmart adventures

And someone looks at you for just a second too long

He will start making out with you in the middle of the bike section

And fully prepare to not be allowed out of his sight for more than a few minutes

Wants you on his arm at all times

Will wait outside the bathroom door for you to get done so he can show you off some more

Taehyung

Also couch locked

Probably in a baggy hoodie

Hood up

Slouched down as far as he can get into the couch

Eyelids low

Either completely zoned out or just listening to everyone else talk

Probably snacking on a bag of chips

No idea how though, because he definitely didn't get up to get them

But inevitably

He too will launch into a monologue

But unlike Namjoon

It wouldn't be about existential crises or how important the bees are

It's about how the birds are fake

They're definitely government drones

And the president?

100% a lizard

But is very easily distracted

If he's talking and someone interrupts him

He will not remember what he was saying at all

But doesn't mind

Because that topic of conversation is just as important

If there's an animal there, he's petting them

They're his new best friend, and literally no one else matters

But if you're dating him

He will not let you off the couch

His arms are around you and they're not going anywhere

If he's couch locked so are you

You're gonna watch this movie together

Or listen to your friends carry on conversation

But unless there's an emergency

Neither of you are getting up until tomorrow

Jungkook

A lot like Jin

Pure chaos

He's up and moving

Probably trying to pick fights with people

Just being an annoying little shit

Just so he can have an excuse to suplex someone

and he's laughing hysterically the whole time

Will do anything to avoid being serious

Would 100% go bowling and still somehow get a perfect score

But he's only doing trick shots

Like he's doing the absolute most

Will start dancing

No music playing?

That's fine, it's just the choreo to "That That"

And he's not particularly hungry

But if he starts eating

He's not stopping until he's comatose

And it doesn't matter what he's eating

It's the best thing he's ever eaten

And he will express this using his entire body

While dating you

He's trying to get you annoyed enough to swing on him

Just so he can pick you up and throw you over his shoulder

And you're not getting down anytime soon

In fact

The more you complain

The longer you're staying up there

But once he's calmed down

And you're eating

He's gonna feed you everything he eats

Because it's all just so good

And you have to experience it too

And after the food coma sets in

It's nap time

And there's no getting out of cuddling with him until he falls asleep

#bts #bts scenarios #bts writing #bts fic #Kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #rm #jin #seokjin #namjoon #yoongi #suga #agust d #hoseok #hobi #j hope #jimin #taehyung #Jungkook #bts while high #jimin headcanons #namjoon headcanons #jin headcanons #hobi headcanons #headcannons

[sollucets]

@troubled-mind's 5 ql songs tag ✨

When you get this, list 5 songs from the Asian QL shows that you actually listen to. 🎶They do not have to be custom-made for the series. 🎶Non-western tracks only. Let's support Asian music and languages! 🎶Feel free to tag anyone who may be interested in participating. 🎶Add #5qls tag to your post for others to find the new favourites!

i'm not sure who to tag (maybe @hoppipolla my other Music Mutual; no pressure 💜) i hope i've done this right; let's go!

boun - your smile / between us

actually all of the between us osts they released post-series & their mvs slap, so it was really really hard to pick one. (regular ost good also,💜 u boy sompob). please also consider prem's it's always you & yacht&o's unexpectedly (yacht is such a good singer?????) but this one's my favorite. it's just so peppy and cute :')

coldin - romantic devil / semantic error

i went into this tag game knowing it'd ruin any chance of people thinking i am an Obscure Music Liker:tm:. yes my choices are popular but it's okay. romantic devil slaps so hard you guys there's just no getting around it. i highly recommend it for pretending u are in a music video while shopping, it's a really good soundtrack for that (also this live clip??? 💜💜💜)

khaotung - over the moon / the eclipse

look. look what did you expect

(to be clear my favorite khaotung song is actually never too late, but i haven't seen 55:15, so i can't in good conscience put that on here. listen to it it's so good)

i listened to over the moon prior to watching the series actually, courtesy of my spotify recs, and i do just really like it. there's a pretty decent chance it's gonna be in my top 10 in spotify later this year, i'd say. i love how echoey & vibey it is

gemini - hook / my school president

this is the best msp song don't @ me. sorry rock & star it is pretty close, but not that close. i always like a song like this that is about other songs (hozier's almost / sweet music too, ex); it suits tinn's character and the themes of the episode it's introduced in and it's just a very pretty song. gemini has such a nice high singing voice

beverly - andante hourglass / our dining table

i don't think i've seen it like, listed as that english title, but that's what sunadokei means. the ending theme of bokushoku is on kat's original list and also very very good, so a secondary add here, but i really like this op. her voice is very pretty & the song is bouncy and cute, and the lyrics meaning is so..... soft. about a slow-moving hourglass and the precious, dreamlike time we have, and that even when it runs out itll be okay. share all your sorrows and happiness as much as possible [cries a little]

bonus: gawin caskey's cover of bird thongchai's fog or smoke / dark blue kiss

gawin is the only bl guitar boy i'll defend to the death. ill defend some others but not to the death). this scene in dbk.... i actually stopped & went hunting for the original song (a banger!) bc i just really enjoyed his voice & how well the song & the ensuing conversation suited mork.

here's a full cover from a fanmeet with podd (although beware the audio quality and, bless him, podd joining in)

(also ALSO dbk's opening has such memorable violins i had to say something. its so catchy)

#5qls #rowan lore #if you saw this earlier no you didn't #(it wasn't showing up on my dash. if it did actually work and u got doubletagged i'm so sorry) #(it doesnt really surprise me - linkposts & the tumblr tags are not friends) #in any case also -- those lyrics for the bokushoku op are a paraphrase but #i did translate it myself #yey for my minor doing something for me sometimes #maybe someone else has but a cursory google search revealed nothing so. #this was v v fun thank u <3

[floralcrematorium]

11, 12, 13, 40

Thanks for the ask! Adding a cut to this post because I go OFF and unhinged when it comes to #13 (it's about music)

11. What book gets you daydreaming about Hetalia?

I will be real with you, I haven't picked up a real physical book since before I got back into Hetalia. I really need to dig into my complete collection of Poe stories, but I think that would really do it for me. I'm a hoe for Poe (sorry. SORRY.)

The last book I actually read was Caitlin Doughty's memoir Smoke Gets In Your Eyes: And Other Lessons From The Crematory. That was back in March, though. Same week I bought my Poe and Bram stoker collections.

12. What film gets you daydreaming about Hetalia?

I uh. Do not watch many movies. Been wanting to rewatch some Ghibli movies recently, specifically The Tale of the Princess Kaguya. An amazing movie, truly. I do think The Secret Life of Arietty could be applicable for a Hetalia AU,,,,

13. What song gets you daydreaming about Hetalia?

Okay, NOW you've done it. I am a very music oriented person (even though I listen to music wrong (i.e. I rarely pay attention to the lyrics and focus entirely on how it sounds as a Whole)). Prepare for me to just. Go OFF. I'm that dweeb who was posting all of the character playlists a while back (I need to finish them, I promised I'd post Denmark's and then never did). You can find all of the playlists I've done through my masterpost! The links take you to Spotify, but I have Youtube alternatives and will tag this post with my music tag. Here's a quick link: Link

Been prepping a fic for Heta Horror Week using Mitski's Brand New City. I'm not sure if I should actually release it though because it deals with some Sensitive Topics that I'm using in the narrative to work out some,,, unresolved trauma. I'm looking for someone who might be willing to read this and give me some feedback on whether I should post it or not, so if you want some very dark and heavy NA Bros/FACE fam content I guess?? DM me mid October or something? Cough ANYWAY

Life is Beautiful by Sixx:A.M. and Blackbird by Alter Bridge to me are The Ultimate songs for Prussia

Demolition Lovers by My Chemical Romance is the most romantic song to me, ever, and I will NOT elaborate

Diet Soda Society by The Maine is The LietPol song to me. I can't really explain why

Maps by Maroon 5 has Hetalia AMV potential (I have thought this since the day the song came out in 2014)

24 by Jem is THE HetaOni song to me. I wanna write a Hetaoni fic or make art for it SO BAD because?????? I used to be able to write Italy's monologue from the Pianodream version on my middle school agenda over and over. I was,,,, unhealthily obsessed with HetaOni

The Horror and the Wild by The Amazing Devil reminds me so much of Norway and I couldn't tell you why. Most of that album does.

Fall Out Boy is SO Alfred coded and I. I will never back down on that

Help Is On The Way by The Rise Against is also America coded for me

I will stop myself with the music now

40. Fun fact about yourself?

I have a Princess Diana shrine in my bedroom. It was a joke because of a hyperfixation I had on her specifically and my friends and I were like "hey what if we made a Diana shrine" because I made a Princess Diana furby for my storyboarding class,,,, so now I have a really fucked up Princess Diana shrine that is so. so so so bad. I'm staring at it right now as I type this. I don't know what to do with the shrine. I can't just????? Get rid of it? But also keeping it is. AGH

Hetalia Asks

#floralcrematorium ask box #floralcrematorium music

[defiant-ex-soldiers]

Headcanon: Music Taste

((Usually, when I do Headcanons like this, I think songs that remind me of the muse rather than what they would actually listen to, but Mateo actually has the same taste in music (Alternative) as me this time, so this is the kind of music he listens to (Without the influence of his friends getting him into other genres. Poe likes songs about Revolution though so he probably influenced some of them.)

Mateo, like me, likes songs that can make him feel like he can do anything.

In My Bones- City Wolf

Feel the fire and see the smoke Like a hurricane when the thunder rolls I thought by now that you ought to know I've got a renegade soul That you can't control And I'm on a roll So don't try to hold me no Don't you know There's a lot of fight in my bones

((As soon as I heard this song, I knew it was practically Mateo's theme song. City Wolf in general fits a lot of Mateo's rebellious themes. Even if he doesn't fit the "Ex-SOLDIERs" part of this blog, he's still Defiant.))

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Uproar- City Wolf

Feel the wave come over us Like rising from the dust Phoenix out of the ash Here we come at last We're an ember from a fire Like the echo of a choir Cause flames they never die no Like a lightning crash We're the rage of the storm We're the ebb and the flow We're wind when it blows Can you hear the uproar? So let's settle the score You can't stop the takeover We're ready for war This is an uproar

((Speaking of City Wolf being perfect for him, I just love this song for him. It's pretty much what spawned the Civil War AU in my head (which I have yet to really talk about on here) where Mateo and a lot of the other Infantrymen try to overthrow ShinRa. I have a few Hero Forge Refs for that verse if anyone ever wants to see them (I had one with just Mateo that I added Oliver to as well.) ))

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All Eyes On You- Smash Into Pieces

The whole world's watching every move Take your shot, don't act a fool All you've got and all you'll ever need Is one bullet in the chamber Breathe easy, take your aim, boy Ain't nobody gonna save you So what you gonna do? All eyes on you Now the whole world's watching every move Still your heart so much to prove Fight for all the things that you believe in Now the whole world's watching every move Take your shot, don't act a fool All you've got and all you'll ever need Is one bullet in the chamber

((This is the first song I ever related to Mateo! I think it says a lot about him and his job as an Infantryman.))

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Marching On- City Wolf

Left right left and step by step We're moving 'till the dawn, yeah We'll keep marching on We're gonna keep on We're gonna keep on We'll keep marching on Take steps and keep moving forward Gotta push and blow the doors open The future's ours we see it we know it You can't stop the revolution is growing yeah Ahead never back The movement's here We're staking our claim The picture's clear This is our anthem This is our song March on

((Another general Infantry song, but with a hint of revolution, which still fits Mateo. Also, City Wolf.))

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Way Down We Go- KALEO

You let your feet run wild Time has come as we all, oh, go down Yeah but for the fall, ooh, my Do you dare to look him right in the eyes? Yeah Oh, 'cause they will run you down, down 'til the dark Yes and they will run you down, down 'til you fall And they will run you down, down 'til you go Yeah, so you can't crawl no more

((This one is just a classic when it comes to songs about Revolution. Simple as that.))

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Run Like A Rebel- The Score

There's a million faces Told to get in line Spend their lives in cages Until the day they die But I'm not a number I can't be defined Yeah, I feel the hunger I think that it's time That I run like a rebel Run like a rebel, run like a rebel, run like the rebel Shake off the devil, shake off the devil Run like a rebel, run like a rebel

(("I'm not a number, I can't be defined" Really screams Mateo to me, as well as that first verse up there.))

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Good To Be Alive- The Score

It's a long, dark road, tryna make it on your own And there's snakes everywhere you go No more living in the past 'cause that was last season my vision's looking crystal clear (Oh) no fear, no fear (Oh) bless my soul, I'm standing here Made it out from the bottom and I came out the other side Damn, it feels good to be alive whoa (Whoa) it feels good to be alive (Whoa) whoa (Whoa) it feels good to be alive

((Just, a good song for post Meteorfall Mateo, I think.))

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We Shall Overcome- All Good Things

We shall overcome We shall not be silent We will rise as one You can not deny us Won't be broken by the fever We'll get stronger, not get weaker Now not dead, not done We shall, we shall overcome Don't lay back down The fight is on We must be strong And fly our flags Of victory into the sky Above the smoke and the fires We will rise, oh

((Just another really good group Infantryman song about how tightly knit Mateo and his Infantry friends are because nobody else is going to really care about them, so they'll care about each other.))

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Revolution- Royal Deluxe

Get loud, let's start a revolution Stand up all together now Get loud, one voice, one truth, one sound Nobody gonna turn us down Can't stay quiet no more Let's break down the walls with a roar Get loud, let's start a revolution Stand up all together now Get loud Let's make a scene, make history, here we go Up on your feet, rise up and scream, let 'em all know We're gonna let 'em all know We ain't gonna run, we ain't gonna hide Try to take us down, still we're gonna rise, every time, oh We got the, we got the power We got the, we got the power

((Another Civil War AU song. I tend to associate a lot of songs with themes of Revolution with Mateo XD ))

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Revolution- The Score

Wide awake, the fever burns Sweat it out, wait my turn Can you hear the drumming? There's a revolution coming All this doubt is creepin' in Inside out, I shed my skin Can you hear the drumming? There's a revolution coming I been waitin' all my life To live, when I've only been dreaming Get love when I've only been stealing Can't let time keep passing me by Run down what I've always been chasing Black out every fear I've been facing

((Another revolution song, how predictable XD This one was actually what got me started on the whole band long long before Mateo even existed. It really fits him.))

#(headcanon) #(Mateo)

[serotonincemetery]

Castiel x Reader

"I can't believe you!" Cas' scratchy voice said in anger.

"I'm so sorry Cas! I didn't mean for it to come out like this!" You tried to explain.

"What? You were a demon, no are a demon and you didn't think to tell me!" His voice getting louder as he stepped towards you, you backed up.

"I was gonna tell you! I swear! Cas, please, let me explain!" You pleaded, you had kept it a secret for one reason. Castiel. Him himself. You loved him, but you had made a vow to never speak about how or why you were a demon, your entire intent was to help the Winchesters and to help Castiel. But you just dug your grave deeper. But they didn't know you had sold your soul for them.

~~~

Everything was going wrong. Sam was dying in a motel bed, with a deathly pale Dean at his side, and Castiel? He was suffering from deep wounds made by an angel blade. You had left quickly once you opened the motel door.

Back then, you were human.

You had rushed to the Impala and grabbed everything you would need. You knew there was no coming back from this one for the Winchesters, so you gathered everything you would need to summon a crossroads demon. You had quickly started up your own car and left to find a crossroad, which wasn't too far, you stopped and buried the box and waited for someone to show.

Someone did. You had turned to look at them and said quickly. "Please, heal the Winchesters and Castiel. Take my soul whenever, now if you want, just please heal them." You pleaded. "But if you take my soul now, at least hide my body so they don't know."

~~~

You never knew if the demon hid your body. But from what you knew, you had been gone only a few months.

"We searched for you! Where did you go, you went off the Radar!" Castiel had interrogated as he walked forwards, Angel blade dropping from his sleeve.

"Cas, I died. I made a deal with a demon! I know I have been gone, but I did come back and you guys never had the idea to demon test me or anything like that, I had even asked the boys to and they did but somehow it didn't work! Cas please believe me!" You tried to reason with him, it seemingly only made him angrier.

Only now had you realized your mistake, you had backed up into a devil's trap. They had caught you, and now you had nowhere to run or smoke off to. You tried to put as much distance between you and Castiel. Now you were also wondering where Dean and Sam were, probably getting food or leaving Cas back for a hunt.

"Please, Cas, I'm still me. I've been me the entire time!" You pleaded.

"Where were you for those months you were gone?" Cas' voice got quiet. You didn't answer. "Answer me!" He shouted as he lunged forwards and put the angel blade to your neck, your eyes watered.

"I was in hell. I had a choice, to stay there and put up with the torture, or become a demon and come topside." You explained in a shaky voice. "I did it to come back to you." You whispered, you knew he heard it.

"How did we not notice for the few months you've been back?" Castiel asked himself, ignoring your previous comment for coming back to be with him.

"I'm sorry for lying to you Cas. I never wanted to, I care about you too much." You said wholeheartedly. You wanted him to believe you, to put the knife down from your neck, now it was actually starting to cut your neck open. The pain was excruciating, you let out a pained murmur. Cas wasn't stopping.

"Cas!" You heard Dean's voice. "What are you doing?!" Dean questioned firmly.

"Cas, step away from [Y/N]" Sam said soothingly.

Cas turned to them "Did she tell you she was a demon?" He said fiercely as the lights sparked and flickered. A flash of anger crossed Dean's face as did a spark of hurt worked its way across Sam's face.

"Listen I'm sorry! B-But if it makes it any better, I've only killed monsters! And everything I've done was for you guys!" You pleaded. Dean and Sam looked extremely disappointed in you.

Dean sighed and mumbled a sorry to you. "But Cas, kill her." Dean said, your eyes went wide.

"Please Dean! No!" You started to sob. "Please, I promise I won't hurt anyone!"

"Sorry [Y/N], Cas do it now." Dean ordered. Sam was trying to quickly reason with the Winchesters. "No, Sammy, it has to be done, she is not staying with us!" Dean shouted.

"I thought I was your sister?" You said weakly as Cas walked towards you.

~~~

You, Sam, and Dean were walking back to the Impala laughing, all three of you had just finished a simple demon possession and spirit salt 'n burn. But what had the three of you laughing was the look of the spirit's face as you torched the bones.

"That hunt went great." Sam said with a chuckle.

"Did you see his face! It was like-" You imitated the expression the spirit wore and both Sam and  Dean were laughing again.

"I swear, your like the sister I never had!" Dean laughed.

You stopped laughing and stopped walking. "Wait, you mean it?" You asked quickly.

Dean turned to you, "of course? Why would I say it if I don't mean it?" He questioned, his laughter dying down. You quickly ran to him and engulfed his torso in a hug, he stumbled and chuckled and hugged you back.

~~~

You could tell Dean remembered it too. "Please Dean, I'm your annoying little sister." You pleaded. "And Cas, god I love you, I have since Dean and Sam introduced me to you. The way you don't understand what certain things are? How when you think of something you like, you tilt your head a bit." You explain.

"That was before you became a demon. I'm sorry [Y/N]." Cas said as he walked up to you and you closed your eyes and braced yourself. But you felt a pair of warm lips on yours. You instantly let your guard down but only to be stabbed with an angel blade.

You froze, he really just stabbed you? It hurt more than before, especially since it was coming from Castiel. He pulled away and you gripped your wound, tears rolled down your cheeks as you looked at Cas. "I love you Cassie." You said weakly with a small smile as your body lit up. Light wrapped itself around your thin bones and as the rest of your body lit up, it showed the thicker bones that it couldn't be apart of the light show.

It had been your nickname for him. Cassie. That name would be engraved in your soul even in death.

#serotonin.writes #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #fanfiction

[archangelmacaron]

NTMF College Au Chapter 10

9 was long, ten is a bit short! Thank you again as always for comments and likes, you're all the best and I'm happy to make something you're enjoying! Encouragement is definitely making me go faster even if all you can do is a thumbs up lol!

I'm only about 2-3 finished chapters ahead now but I seem to be able to get a basic draft out every other night, and thanks to having made an outline (I'm so sad to report it's actually really helpful and I really do recommend it lol) I know what I need to do next. It always made me so sad to be really into a fic and then updates suddenly stop, so I vowed to myself I won't do that (anymore)! This is probably near the halfway point (famous last words from me). Thank you again :D

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Noel was too stunned to comprehend what she was seeing. “What on earth—?”

Fugo—Fugo is a demon?

“Noel, move!” Caron shoved her aside just as the flames flew from Fugo's hands, exploding against one of the stone pillars. She cowered under the desk with a small scream as he slid behind another pillar. Her eyes widened as she saw him shaking a flame off of his sleeve, then he quickly moved out of her sight to another hiding spot.

He—he's been burned! Is it because I froze?

She could hear Fugo moving closer. “Get the fuck away from her. Noel, what the hell are you doing?”

“What am I doing? Wh-why are you throwing fire at us?” Noel demanded—coming off as more of a panicked shriek than a command. “I-I apologize for locking you in the closet, but—“

“I ain't mad about the closet as much as I am about you makin' deals with a devil! Noel, what's going on?” She heard more explosions—it sounded like Fugo was throwing fire all over the room, trying to find where Caron was.

“Wh-what are you judging me for, clearly, you've dealt with one yourself—“ “This is different! What's he making you do?” There was another explosion, and she heard Caron curse quietly. She couldn't see where he'd gone, and smoke was starting to fill the room.

“Fugo, please stop! You're going to set the library on fire!”

“Hell if I care, damn thing can burn as long as that devil burns with it!” She looked up as she heard a thump, seeing Fugo standing on the desk above her. He was now wearing a gas mask, and he shifted it aside to look at her. “Noel, listen to me. You need to get out of here. I don't know what kinda promises he's made you, but devils always lie. You gotta—fuck!”

Fugo leapt away as a chain slapped down. Caron landed where he had been standing, taking an aggressive stance. “Stay away from her.”

“That's my line, bitch. What the fuck are you doing to her? What kinda sick price are you gonna take?”

He flung another flame that Caron easily deflected with a chain before jumping after him. Noel winced as she heard some type of furniture shatter. “I have nothing to say to you, demon. Be still!”

“Heh, I will if you will!” She could see the room lit up more—it looked like Fugo had set more things on fire. She ducked back down and huddled into a ball, closing her eyes tightly.

This destruction—it's all my fault!

There was another explosion, and Caron cursed again—then a loud jangle of chains, and Fugo did. They seemed to be evenly matched.

At this rate, the library will be entirely destroyed, and they both will be badly hurt!

I need to stop them! I can't keep hiding! She flinched at another crash. The noises in the library were being overlaid and mixed up in her mind with sounds of her worst memory.

But I'm scared, I'm really scared! If they miss and hit me—it will be much worse than the car—

But... I can't let something like that happen to either of them!

She pulled herself up with the desk, feeling wobbly on her prosthetics as she took a deep breath and began to shout. “Fugo—Caron—please st—eh?”

There was something shiny at her throat. Her eyes slowly traced the blade up to the man holding it. “O-oscar?”

“Sorry, Noel.” He grabbed her elbow and yanked her back against him, holding the sword at her throat. “Hey! Devil! I have your demon. Fugo, stop.”

“Oscar, what on earth—“ She coughed. The room was filled with smoke, although she could no longer see any flames. She couldn't see Caron or Fugo, but she heard his chains slapping around. One shot towards them, and Oscar easily deflected it.

Fugo has flames, Oscar has a sword—no, two swords, one is still sheathed—What else has been going on right under my nose while I was oblivious?

“I'm gonna kick this guy's ass, Oscar. He's tryin' to...” Fugo's voice devolved into worse coughing than Noel's.

Oscar sounded surprisingly calm, but firm. “Fugo, you can't beat him. Your mask is out of cartridges, I told you to replace them. The best we can do right now is a draw. Devil, will you retreat?”

“A draw? What the hell are you talking about? Maybe I can't beat him, but you can—“

She heard a strangled thump, and was relieved and alarmed to see Caron walking out of the smoke—a chain around Fugo's neck like a garrote as he marched him forward.

“May I propose a trade instead?” he said, his angry voice at odds with his polite words. “That's about what I expected.” Oscar nodded. “Yes.”

“Oscar, don't do it,” Fugo wheezed between coughs, pulling at the chain around his neck. “I don't know what the hell he's promised her, but he hasn't taken the price yet. We can still save—“

“Our deal is none of your concern—“

“Would you all please shut up and listen to me!” Noel had surprised herself again with her yell, although she quickly began to cough again. The men all turned to her, Oscar lowering his blade—he'd only held the flat of it near her, it was clear he'd never intended to harm her. When she caught her breath, she began to speak calmly. “Listen—Fugo, Oscar, I know you are both reasonable men, and I know—you also have clearly dealt with devils before. Will you please hear me out?”

“There's nothing to hear—“

“Fugo, it can't hurt.” Oscar looked down at her with his serious face. “Noel, what is going on?”

She said a silent prayer of gratitude for Oscar's calm demeanor, and how he put his brother's safety first—if he had decided to jump into the fight instead, she wasn't sure Caron would still be alive. The thought of that was oddly terrifying to her.

It hasn't even been twenty four hours, and yet... Is this a normal devil-human bond from a contract?

“First, I am not being manipulated—at least, not now. I was tricked into summoning him, and the person who did it was hoping he would kill me. He clearly did not. So please—at least for now—believe that I am not in danger from him.”

Fugo scoffed, and she looked at him with pursed lips. “You saw him protect me earlier, when you were throwing fire willy-nilly about the place, didn't you? You were more likely to kill me than he was at that point!”

He didn't respond to that, only coughed a few more times. She'd never seen Fugo angry before, but she was now certain that was a good thing—it seemed he had a nearly uncontrollable temper and the power of flames to accompany it. Still, knowing that a friend would go that far for her made her feel a little happy—just frustrated that he wasn't listening to the situation first. Although, they had knocked him unconscious and locked him in a closet... so perhaps he could not be blamed for not wanting to hear her out.

Thinking of his flames brought her back to the present. Noel looked around. The smoke seemed to be fading. “The fires—are they all out now?”

“Yes,” Caron replied. He glared down at Fugo, keeping the chain around his neck taut. Noel winced as she realized his sleeve and one of his legs were still smoking—he'd been directly hit at least twice with flames. “Despite the smoke, it seems that there shouldn't be too much damage, either—at least not to anything irreplaceable.”

Wait... Noel felt a little confused. Caron seemed to have caught and overpowered Fugo without much issue... They weren't evenly matched after all. So why didn't he do it sooner?

Fugo said he didn't care if the library burned, so the reason Caron was moving so much...

He was putting out the fires?

She didn't have time to consider the implications. Her head shot up as she heard something from outside. “Ah—others are approaching. They must have seen the fires through the windows... We need to go!”

“Our house. Meet us there. I'll make something up.” Oscar's serious eyes shot down to her. “Noel, I am choosing to trust you. Don't betray me, please, and stay safe.”

“Oscar... you're an idiot,” Fugo groaned. Caron's chain shot backwards, vanishing, as he shoved the man forward. Oscar took two large steps forward to catch his brother as he stumbled.

“I trust you, too, Oscar—and you, Fugo. Please—please don't betray me, either!” Noel said, running to meet Caron. “I will meet with you there!”

#fanfic

[grex-statera]

Chapter 9: Home - Spring, Year 1

As per Robin's estimate, it would take her 3 days to finish the coop. Ellie helped her carry materials around and hold nails whenever needed. Robin was a fast worker.

Robin: I'd love to have Sebby work with me, but he's not exactly a morning person.

Ellie: Yeah, I figured. He has such dark circles under his eyes. Does he even take care of himself?

Robin: Oh, Ellie. You have NO idea how much I worry about him. He spends all day in his room, staring at that computer, and when he finally does go out it's to smoke a cigarette! I've been telling him to stop but he never listens to me. I don't even know when he started.

Robin said, sighing into her coffee cup. The two of them sitting on Ellie's porch, having an afternoon break.

Robin: It's like I'm trying to take care of a big teenager. He's 25! He should at least get his life together, like you.

Ellie tried to give a polite laugh.

Robin: Ahh, speaking of the devil...

Sebastian was walking toward them, carrying his mother's extra toolbox.

Seb: Sorry I read your message late.

It was around 2 pm but Sebastian still looked like he just got up.

Ellie: You okay, man? Want a cuppa?

Seb: A cuppa?

Ellie: Cuppa coffee.

Sebastian managed a snicker.

Seb: Yeah. I'd like a cuppa.

Ellie stood up, gesturing for Sebastian to sit down then went inside the farmhouse.

Robin: Alright. Thanks for bringing these, Sebby. You look exhausted. What time did you even sleep?

Seb: Sorry, mom.

Robin: Why don't you stay here for a while? The scenery change could be good for you.

Seb: ...Sure, I guess.

Robin: Tell Ellie I went back to work. Why don't you hang out with her for a while. Wanna come home together?

Seb: Ugh. I dunno, mom. I guess I'll just go home in a bit.

Robin: Alright, tell me before you leave.

She cupped Sebastian's face in one hand and walked away.

Sebastian sat on Ellie's chair - she placed a small table and two chairs on her porch. It was kind of cute.

He observed his surroundings while waiting for Ellie. The farm was nice. It was spacious and the whole area hasn't been used yet. The far side of the farm was littered with trees - Oak, Maple and Pine.

He looked at Ellie's farm plots. They were clean and organized. Near the main entrance of the farm, there were flowering bushes all around. He noticed that there were a lot of flower pots on her porch as well.

Ellie: Cuppa.

Sebastian jumped. Elliot laughed.

Seb, furrowing his eyebrows: Hey. Got your revenge?

Ellie: Haha, sorry, Sir Shocker. Today's not your day.

Sebastian smiled and took his coffee.

Ellie: I dunno how much sugar and creamer you want in there so just help yourself, alright?

Seb: Thanks. Nice farm you got here.

Ellie: Thanks, it was my grandfather's.

Seb: Really? Don't think I knew that... Or I dunno, maybe I forgot.

Ellie: That's alright. How are you? You look really tired.

Seb: Yeah, I... I had to stay up all night to finish something for work.

Ellie: Oh? You work from home?

Seb: Yeah, I'm a programmer. Freelance.

Ellie: That's cool. I don't really know anything about programming so can't say much.

Seb: It's alright. What kind of work did you have in the city? I mean, if you don't mind.

Ellie: Hmm, well I worked in an office. It was basically admin work. Y'know like filing papers, documenting stuff, attending meetings, answering phone calls. Ugh.

Ellie winced at the memory. Sebastian nodded, trying to imagine himself in the same position.

Seb: So... How was it?

Ellie: Sometimes it was chill, sometimes super toxic. Most times very, very boring. I feel like in the 5 years I worked for that company, I didn't gain anything. I don't really miss a lot from there, maybe just the internet and the pay.

Sebastian was silent, thinking about Ellie's experience.

Ellie: You okay, man?

Seb: Hm? Oh, sorry, I just... You know, I'm actually thinking of moving into the city.

Ellie: Really? Oh boy. I mean, that'd be cool, man. Uh, maybe just don't get eaten up.

Seb: What do you mean?

Ellie: I mean... I dunno. Are you workaholic?

Seb: Hmm... Yeah, I guess so.

Ellie: Yeah, 'cause like, if you're workaholic, I feel like if you work in a company they're going to take advantage of that a lot; work you to the bone.

Seb: Ugh. I don't really plan on working for a company. Maybe I could just continue my freelance work.

Ellie: Yeah, sure, maybe. But uh, you have to be prepared, I guess. The cost of living in the city is like, 10 times more than here in the countryside.

Sebastian looked at the ground.

Seb: Damn...

Ellie: Oh no! Sorry to dishearten you. I didn't mean to do that.

Seb: No, no. It's alright. I need these facts anyway if I really want to get out of this place. You're right, I have to be ready.

Ellie: I guess it could be fun, y'know? Try it out for yourself. It has it's pros and cons, but overall I think the city's quite nice.

Seb: Hmm... So which do you prefer more? The city or the countryside?

Ellie: Oh. Definitely the countryside.

Seb: Oh? Why's that?

Ellie: It's peaceful here. The city's nice, yeah. There's lots of places to go to or whatever, but I felt like a caged bird in there. It's noisy, it's polluted and you don't see a lot of greenery, unlike here. Here feels like home.

There was another moment of comfortable silence between them. Sebastian thought about all the times he pondered over moving to the city. She's right, he thought, here feels like home.

Sebastian turned the coffee cup in his hands.

Seb: Do you, uh...

Ellie: Hm?

Seb: Do you mind if you could show me around your farm?

Ellie chuckled.

Ellie: Not at all. (Ahem) Welcome to Kipling Farm! I'll be your tour guide for today, Elliot. Singular T. Not to be confused with the Elliott on the beach.

Sebastian laughed.

Seb: Alright, Ms. Elliot Singular T. Lead the way.

There wasn't much ground to cover, but Ellie did her best to keep Sebastian entertained.

Ellie: And these are my scarecrows! Let me introduce you to them: this handsome man is Quintavious, my first ever scarecrow. I made him myself!

Seb, clapping his hands: Very impressive. I like his smile.

Ellie: Thank you, thank you. This beautiful lady right here is Ms. Sandra, purchased from the beautiful flower dance. And this... raccoon-looking... friend is Carl - a gift from Mr. Gunther.

Sebastian laughed.

Seb: You name your scarecrows?

Ellie: Well, yeah! They're my friends, Sebastian. Don't be mean.

Seb: Hey, I'm not being mean this time, okay? That's actually pretty cute.

Ellie: Right? It's nice to have this kind of company.

Sebastian looked at Ellie with a softness in his eyes.

Seb: You know, if you want to hang out with us, you can just text us.

Ellie: Yeah, I know that. Ehh, I do have some days when I don't really wanna... Y'know... See people? I mean, ugh. I dunno...

Seb: Oh nah, I totally get you. I like having friends, but I also need a LOT of alone time to balance out the social stuff.

Ellie: Oh my God, right?? You DO get it!

Seb: Hah, yeah. Sam's the opposite, though. He goes crazy when he's alone for a long time. Can't sit still.

Ellie: Really? That's cute. You two are so different but you get along so well.

Seb: Yeah, mostly 'cause he's nice. And he can befriend anyone he wants.

Ellie nodded.

Ellie: That's cool. Wish I could be like that.

Seb: I think you already are. Maybe not as bubbly as Sam, but... You got the vibes, I guess.

Ellie: Why, thank you. That's such a high compliment from the guy who basically told me to get out of his room on day 1.

Both of them laughed.

Seb: Hey, man. I'm really sorry about that. I'm just really awkward and on edge most of the time.

Ellie: Haha, at least you're not as jumpy as me.

They approached Robin's work site.

Robin: Hey guys, came to visit me?

Ellie: Hi Robin! How's it going? Need help?

Robin: Ah, I'm almost done here. I just need to smooth out some areas and finish up with fire-resistant lacquer. How are you guys?

Ellie: Seb and I have been talking about stuff and he asked for a farm tour.

Seb: Uh, yeah. It's been fun, actually.

Robin: Really? That's good to hear. You oughta go out more often, Sebby.

Seb: I'll try, mom.

Robin: Alright, maybe I can finish this one tomorrow. Ohh, my back hurts.

Ellie: Alrighty, thank you so much Robin. Do you guys want to have dinner here?

Seb: Um-

Robin: Sure, Ellie. I can help you cook too. Come on, Seb.

The three of them walked back to the farmhouse, Robin dragging Sebastian by the hand.

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Author's Note:

I dedicate this chapter to my friends over at Discord, who helped name my scarecrows:

#stardew au #stardew valley #stardew fanfic

[beachboogeyman]

The Living Ghost Part 1 (Adventures Into The Unknown #1, 1948) - Full Transcript

The LIVING GHOST

Midnight and on the wings of the wind comes terror: from the graves of the undead it brings a strange, haunting story. The frightful tale of a savage spirit who hated all humanity! Beware the Living Ghost is abroad!

At a switching tower. KNOCK! KNOCK! "Now who could that be this time o' night?" "H-holy smoke! What…" "Help! Help!" "Ha-ha!" "Arrgh!"

Then with the foul deed accomplished… "Now for my next move! A turn of the switch, and…" "Ha-ha ha!"

Shortly afterward, The Daily Bugle. "Train wreck near Oak Station- and a switchman's been killed! Get down there on the double, Gail, and see what gives!"

"Hold page one, Chief. I'll be back in a flash!"

Back at the switching tower. "Well Tony Brand, the D.A.'s special investigator! Hmm… I smell gunpowder! A shooting, eh?"

"Gail Leslie, the scoopless wonder! You're my favourite girl, but you're still a rotten detective! Look!"

You only THINK you'll land him, Tony! Didn't reckon with him striking again did you?

The scene: a local lover's lane. "Golly Jean- you're the cutest girl I ever knew! I…" "Wait Ned! Listen! Didn't you hear… footsteps" "What--" "Oh n-no!" "Ha-ha!" "Help! Help!" "Stop!" WHAM

As the law investigates… "I can't understand it-- these tracks show that the car wasn't even in motion! They look as if some giant hand actually pushed it over the cliff!" "And I smell gunpowder again! Gunpowder… where it shouldn't be!" "Oh stop it, Gail! You're talking nonsense again!" "Maybe Tony! Hmmm-- more gunpowder and another crime which doesn't make sense! It almost looks like evil for the sake of evil alone!" "Oh gosh-- it couldn't be--it sounds crazy but--- maybe that smell isn't gunpowder! Maybe-- maybe it's BRIMSTONE!" "You ARE crazy! Next thing you'll be trying to tell me is that the Devil himself committed both these crimes!"

"Look, I'm finished here… but let's go dancing tonight!" "Okay Tony… Pick me up at my apartment! Go on ahead-- I want to look around here awhile!"

Alone, Gail makes a startling discovery!

"Jeepers and creepers! It-- it's the mark of a cloven hoof!"

Cloven hooves-- the smell of brimstone… What's this reader? Gail isn't sure but she's plenty scared! And when a trail of hoofprints leads to a hidden cave… stand by for danger!

"B-bones! I want out-- this is no place for me!" "Those hoofmarks… it must be just some animal… it's g-got to be that! B-but I'm going home while the going's good!"

Later, at home. CREAK "That you, Tony? Just wait out there. Be right with you!" "AIYEEEEEEEEE!" "So pretty one. You fear the living ghost, eh? No need… I could have killed you back in my cave! But you were too beautiful, so I merely followed you here!"

"It took me a while to make up my mind… but I decided that you're MINE--- so I came to take you! You'll need this coat-- I travel to too many places that are COLD! Ha-ha!" "What are you g-going to do?" "Watch! You'll find much to admire in me. I am not like ordinary mortals!"

"Ah, we must travel thus, my dear! It wouldn't do to let people see my face and live to tell of it!" "Help! Help!"

[And when Tony arrives…] "Merciful heavens! What's happened hear?"

"The Living Ghost! And Gail gone! If this is her idea of a joke--"

[Then… a frightful discovery!] "Holy s-smoke! A face so terrible it etched itself into the mirror. A-A face that's out of the grave!"

"Then--Then supernatural forces DO exist! Something beyond life itself is at work-- and it's got Gail! What-- What am I going to do?"

[Yes, Tony… What are YOU going to do? You, a mere mortal… against a spectralforce of deadly evil! Well… first step… At the institute of psychic research…] "This face, Dr. Vandyke-- Have you ever seen it? Do the words Living Ghost mean anything to you?" "Good heavens-- Yes!"

"According to ancient legends, the living ghost is an age-old apparition-- The personification of Black Evil itself! Back at the beginning of the world, when Satan, the fallen angel, was driven into banishment--"

"--Malevo, his chief lieutenant-- basically even more evil than his master-- was condemned to wander the world in human shape forever, striking terror into the hearts of mortals! And men know him as-- the Living Ghost!"

"It's said that once in every centruy, he walks the world again, sowing evil murder in his wake! And now-- it's come to pass!" "You've got to help me find him, doctor! You've got to!"

"Brace yourself, Tony-- there's nothing that can be done! He's only PART man-- the rest is GHOST! And no human can combat the supernatural! But take this ancient church relic-- a petrified olive branch! According to legend, it has the power to render a ghost mortal! Use it if you should ever catch up with him!" "Thanks, Doc--"

[Meanwhile… what of Gail?] "Please-- why have you brought me here?" "Because never, through the centuries, have I seen beauty like yours-- Never one more fir to share my great powers! You shall join us-- The legion of the undead-- as my queen!"

"No-- no! Keep away you foul beast!" "So you scorn me! You'll change your mind and gladly-- when you see an example of my powers!"

"Come, oh dread and evil dread! To me, oh Satan's host! Bring doom and gloom from moldy tomb-- aproach the Living Ghost!"

[Can a weird incantation pierce the veil of the unknown… bring the long-dead to the service of a ghostly master? Watch!]

[From every quarter… the hosts of age-old evil!]

[Meanwhile, Tony isn't giving up! Desperately hunting for some sign of the Living Ghost's trail, he searches the scene of the last murder! And suddenly he sees…] "H-holy Hannah! What--"

"They-- they're specters-- inhuman! And if they're here, the Living Ghost must be nearby! I'll follow them-- but I've got to keep hidden!"

[Pursuit… to the Cave of Evil! Peering within…] "Oh, n-no! T-tell me I'm dreaming!"

"On Legion of the condemned-- on! Never more will she who can rule with me doubt my powers!" "Help! Help!"

"There's nothing I can do against that unholy mob-- unless I take this long chance on slipping in unrecognized! A coating of mud-- and here goes!" "Aiyeeeeee!"

("They'll think I'm one of them-- I hope! Now if I can only get to Gail-- Make her understand--") "No! No! Keep away!"

"Oh-hhh! Please don't--" "Shut up, you idiot! Listen-- it's me-- Tony! Pretend to plat along with the head ghoul! Tell him you'll do anything he wants if he'll get rid of his little playmates!"

[With the light of a wild hope dawning in her eyes…] "Please! I'll rule with you-- do anything you want-- if only you'll get rid of these awful creatures!" "I thought you'd see things my way finally! Watch!"

"Back to slime from whence you cam, back to death, decay! Back to fire and to flame-- Your master speaks-- OBEY!"

"What! All gone-- but YOU! Then you're no spirit-- you're a mortal man!"

"So I've been tricked, eh? You fools-- thinking that you could fight a superhuman power! There's only one answer-- DEATH!" "Steady gail-- we've got a slim chance yet! The talisman Dr. Vandyke gave me!"

"Ah-hhh!" "Tony! It-- It's stopped him! What--" "It's an ancient church relic-- and it's made the Living Ghost mortal!"

"Mortal, yes-- but your little weapon hasn't robbed me of my giant strength I've carried with me down through the centuries! You'll die knowing that!" "Come ahead, Ghost-- I'm not afraid of you! It's man-to-man now!"

"See what I mean?" POW "Ha-ha! My turn now, earthling!"

"Let-- me-- go!"

"Die, fool! DIE!" "Oh-hhhh!" "Tony! I-- I've got to do something!"

"Take that!"

[But the next moment…] "You, who could have been my queen--" "Arrgh!" "Good heavens!"

WHAM!

[Then, before the Living Ghost can recover…] "There! That'll hold him until the police can pick him up!"

[LIVING GHOST CONDEMNED TO DEATH]

[And… on the night of execution…]

[But… as the switch is thrown…] "Hey! What's happening to him?" "His body-- It's fading!"

"He's g-gone!" "The living ghost-- dissappeared!"

[And, as the dread tidings are flashed throughout the nation…] "We thought that the talisman had made him mortal-- but it was only temporary! In the end, his giant supernatural powers were too much for it!" "And now he's on the loose again-- A deadly specter lusting for revenge! But don't worry, Gail-- Come what may, I'll be at your side, protecting you!"

"Ha-ha! Don't worry Gail-- It won't do you any good! If I strike-- you'll die screaming! And YOU, dear reader-- I've got a special fate in store for you!-- It's all in the next issue, so start trembling!"

#comics

[drakor127]

Cursed AU idea: The Boxtrolls BUT the other Red Hats is straight-up replaced with Gentlu, Narcistoru, Secretoru and Spiritoru from Delicious Party PreCure

The only rules are that they gets to keep their Bundoru Gang containers and no one questions the existence of a robot in a town populated by humans.

Highlights:

When Frou Frou gets on stage, Spiritoru talks her up with a dramatic introduction every time, and anyone who doesn’t CLAP FOR HER gets shot by Gentlu.

Narcistoru straight-up suggests that Snatcher gets rid of the White Hats.

The leeches are applied immediately when cheese fits start and Snatcher realizes that he can't have anything dairy, but he can have bread.

Only Narcistoru and Spiritoru have any fun on the hunts.

Snatcher explains the plan to become the lead White Hat. Secretoru sighs, then replies, “That’s...creative, so how about we use that as our base, run with...ABSOLUTELY NONE OF IT, and just POISON THEM WITH THIS?” “Hmm. That will save on to time and money.” “Yes, because that was my priority here.”

It’s actually mercury, there has to be some extraneous shenanigan to keep Lord Portley-Rind alive so he doesn’t end up dying before the end.

During the musical, the four of them can’t keep from just looking at each other and SQUEALING WITH EXCITEMENT whenever the White Hats aren't paying attention.

Eggs heads for the Boxtrolls cave by just running at top speed while Gentlu parkours through the city at top speed, bouncing off walls.

Secretoru organizes the other three to redecorate the entire factory in Snatcher's design, though she rips up some of the blueprints for being “overboard”.

They end up wearing a bit more red during the phase and acting like it wasn’t really easy to talk them into it.

When Gentlu finally admits she let Eggs get away, she just kind of breaks down crying and rolling on the floor, and Snatcher rolls his eyes and is just...I should kick her with my boot but I really can’t bring myself to. Let’s move.

Narcistoru definitely can’t drive the carriage but that is not going to stop him from trying.

In the ball, Spiritoru tells him to stop and wait while he scouts ahead. It’s actually him who first ends up tripping into the mud and getting chased by a horde of wasps. The other four eventually go after him to figure out what’s taking so long and now there are wasps after ALL OF THEM.

The just kind of...head to the ball because Gentlu's hungry.

Secretoru looks some dancers over and goes “So...THAT’S Eggs in a tux”.

After which she pretends that she knew Eggs would be here all along because...there was evidence. It was obvious. Yes. Definitely.

Winnie knew they were actually evil from the moment Eggs DESCRIBED them to him because they have never been subtle. At least if it were the other three, Winnie would have room for doubt, but the more Eggs has talked about Snatcher, Gentlu, Narcistoru, Secretoru and Spiritoru, the more Winnie is like, “I’m pretty sure they tried to kill him...”

So she sets the tune of a ballroom song. Spiritoru then proceeds to FISTFIGHT THE MUSIC PLAYERS INTO SUBMISSION!

But when Snatcher threatens to flatten the Boxtrolls, Spiritoru steps in; “No, sir! Allow ME!” Snatcher tries to protest, but Spiritoru doesn’t listen. He steps back, gears up, launches himself at the boxes, and hits the floor. “That's some strong cardboard.”

The Mecha-Dirill is now a Cheese Grater Ubauzo.

“You think you can win and live happily ever after?! They'll never accept the likes of us!” Narcistoru: “You know, I’ve stopped trying to apply logic to anything that happens to us. It’s better for all of us if we just keep going and don’t question it.”

Snatcher throws Gentlu the Boxtroll disguised Eggs and tells her to drop him in. A Shoulder Devil appears and tells her, “Kill him quickly! You want to make boss happy, don’t you?” There’s a puff of smoke and a SECOND SHOULDER DEVIL protests, “No! Draw it out! Torture him! Make him SUFFER!”

You know what? We’ve had a whole adventure by now. I don’t need to keep sparing Eggs. Gentlu doesn’t hesitate and the Boxtrolls, Eggs, Winnie and Portley-Rind are flung into the furnace and end up dead. 

EVIL HIGH-FIVE

Snatcher is mayor now and makes the other four white hats and taste bread.

A theme song guy closes the whole affair with a song about how Snatcher is the new Mayor and the Era of Bread is upon Cheesebridge.

EVIL DANCE PARTY

#Cursed AU #this is stupid #shenanigans

[nana-sanblog]

POV: You are the only witness till the end of his life (Aki Hayakawa x Y/N)

warning: contains spoiler

Name: Y/N L/N

Age: Unknown

Works for: Public Safety Devil Hunter

Contract with: Truth Devil

Contract Background: The Truth devil's ability allows you to identify and reveal the truth behind every false information and lie. This ability is normally used in interrogating spies and criminals. You will have to use it to fight against the Illusion devil or devil with abilities like mental manipulation in rare cases. To succeed in making contract with the Truth Devil, the devil wanted the well-being of your abusive parents. In another word, every time you use its ability, it will torture them without letting them die. You had the contract since 15 years old, only then you got enrolled by the Public Safety Devil Hunter.

Squad: N/A

Relationship with Aki Hayakawa: Colleague, friend.

The word 'god'.

It is a strange term for you, or you should say: there shall no 'god' present in your dictionary of life.

Having a contract with a devil isn't leading you to heaven's stairs anyway. You chuckle.

However, you still believe that worship something keeps human a human. So, the question for now is:

Who or what do you believe in?

Aki has his own opinion, he said: 'I believe in her.'

He meant Makima, the head squad of his. Apparently, you don't buy that shit, plus the Truth devil said that Makima has been dominating her underlings and people around her all the way till now.

Except you, you are the only one she can't use her devil's power on. This is the power of the Truth devil, the arrogance of the devil does not allow any untrue statement to be in its sight. Though, you would still stay away from her as far as possible; you would even apply for leave on the day of the general meeting if she is going to be there.

You don't hate her, instead, you are scared of her.

You need to help Aki out, so that he will not be manipulated by that woman anymore, you thought so, you were.

Until that horny chainsaw head Denji and a childish rude girl that calls herself Power came into his life.

They are the trouble maker in the organization, yes, you have to agree that they always succeed in nearly every assigned mission, but you also couldn't ignore how many problems and aftermaths they have caused in the first place.

It was all ridiculous when Aki is appointed to take care of that two morons, you even asked the head of devil hunters to reconsider.

'Y/N, I will be fine, you worried too much like a mother.' Aki chuckled, his dark eye circles are getting serious.

But he seems a little, happier.

'Do they behave well?' You asked again, thinking if you should assist him.

Even though that will have you to go through your shitty superiors, but who the fuck cares.

Right?

Truth devil once told: 'Since it is the truth, then go for it.'

It isn't 'if it is the truth' it said, it's 'since it is the truth'. The difference.

'They are doing better; Denji learned how to take care of Power, but Power is still behaving like a kid. She even tried to sneak the vegetables from her plate under the carpet.' He laughed and got choked on the smoke of his cigarette, which now makes him laughs and coughs.

He looks extra handsome when he is laughing.

This is the first time you saw him laughs like this. Before this, Aki would still smile, but it isn't truly from his heart.

This is the first time you feel happy too.

'Aki, listen to me, stay away from THE ONE who is dangerous.' You meant Makima.

He nods, you have no idea if he got it or not.

As he said earlier, Denji is actually a cute one if he shuts his mouth up and stops praising Makima and bragging about their date. While Power-

Never mind.

She stole your new car last week and came back with empty hands like nothing happened, you were so close to killing her, but Aki apologized to you for her.

Tch.

And then one day, the superiors request you to attend a meeting to be held in the General Office.

'You are going to make a contract with the Decay devil in half an hour,' Your superior commanded, he is sitting beside the head of the Public Safety Devil Hunter.

You snort with despise.

'After the contract is made, proceed to Tokyo to subdue the gun devil, finish this within two days.'

The process of making a contract with the Decay devil isn't easy, you have given out your left ear as the 'deposit' to the devil.

You don't like the word sacrifice, it sounds pathetic to you. It also reminds you of your mother who was used to tell you: 'Be thankful I sacrificed everything just to keep you living.' when you were a kid.

Well bitch I didn't ask for that.

As you drop off at the destination, you are shocked looking at the building.

It's where Aki lives.

N-no, no way. This can't be.

You quickly rush to his house, you found that the door is widely opened. There isn't anyone at home, then where are they right now?

'Y/N!' 

You subconsciously look to your left, it’s Denji, he is running towards you, blood is all over his face and his white t-shirt. Your intuition tells you that your mission is related to him.

Something bad happened to Aki.

‘Bring me to where he is NOW!’ you yelled, then start to run after Denji.

Please don’t be him, god, please don’t be him. Whatever god it is, please don’t be Aki.

Tears blurred your vision, you quickly wipe them away. 

‘Why did you keep it from me?! Truth devil!’ you blamed it.

‘You should’ve asked me earlier my human, plus your people said no lie, I don’t have the obligation to be a reminder for you, my human.’ Truth devil answered with a calm tone.

Burn to hell! You curse your superiors, they caught the weakness of the Truth devil’s ability.

As Denji and you run into a crowd, peoples are rushing out from an Italian restaurant, the one who comes after them are the one you are assigned to kill.

The Gun fiend.

No, it’s Aki, Aki Hayakawa, your dearest friend.

Proof? It is wearing the suit that Aki wears normally to work. You always admire him in the suit.

But not now.

'Denji, look after Power, stay away from him as far as you can.'

'Power is in a safe place, I'm going to help.' Denji refused.

'The organization does not include you in this mission little man, now do as what I said.' You give him a death gaze, annoyed at his stubbornness. Without him realized, one of your assistants attacked him from behind, causing him to lose consciousness.

You nod at your guy, giving a command at him to protect them.

'They are like my family now.'

Aki said, when both of you were having a lunch break at the rooftop.

'What about me? Aki?'

'I'm happy for you.' You smiled bitterly.

‘That is not the truth, my human.’ Truth devil said.

‘Well nor did those dipshits say to involve him in this hellfuck, my DEVIL.’ you talked back.

‘That is true.’ it agreed. You rolled your eyes.

‘It is no longer a human, it is the Gun fiend, you will have to kill it.’

Before you leave, your Mr. superior came to brief you.

‘...…’ you were waiting for something.

‘He spitted no lie, my human.’

‘...yes sir.’

…

How you wish, he will come back when the Gun fiend is defeated.

How you wish, you two will hang out on the rooftop as usual after this.

How you wish.

The time is going too fast as if yesterday was the first encounter between him and you.

It is so fast, you could not even talk to the Gun fiend, you want to ask something from him.

‘Who made you into this, Aki?’

It is too fast.

The cheers in the celebrating party pull you back into reality, your superior is praising you for your neat job and finishing, everyone is happy for you.

What the hell is wrong with these peoples?

You haven’t asked him any question, yet.

Like, ‘what are we?’

You haven’t told him, yet.

Like, ‘I love you.’

‘Decay devil, I have a deal.’

‘I’m interested, you may proceed.’

‘You must end everyone’s life in this hall, except Denji and Power, then you can have all my body parts.’

‘Deal,’

‘You are a generous human, I shall look forward to meeting you again in your next life.’

‘...…’

Hey, my love.

Where are you? Stay still where you are right now.

I'm coming for you.

updates: addition of closing song

#chainsaw man #csm x reader #CSM fanfiction #chainsaw man fanfiction #aki hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa x y/n #csm aki #csm #Youtube

[whaleofatjme1920]

Hello El!!

I bring my exchange info for an matchup. If say creepypasta/marblehornets matchup for this.

So my name is Shay, I go by Whiskey because it's a preference in liquor on my end. I go by they/them pronouns, AFAB and I'm bi and omniromantic, I do have an mild preference for men or masc aligned people. I'm a Libra sun, Virgo moon and Aquarius rising. I'm also introvert (INFJ-A) and I'm constantly sleeply. I do have C-PSTD, Bipolar II and GAD (Generalized Anxiety Disorder).

I'm Caucasian/White and I stand at 5'9. I have celtic and Danish heritage, My family where vikings. I'm really tall and legs double the size of my torso, as in my thighs are as big as my torso in length, same with my calves. I call myself spider legs because of that. I have this natural like wolf cut going on that is this dark green with my roots be my natural dark chocolate brown hair. My eyes are hazel with gold flecks that shift in color which I found out is normal for people with hazel eyes. I paint my nails black a lot because I find the color pleasing. My build wise is like a rectangle like shape with broad shoulders. I'm pretty strong and I'm proud of my strength. I'm currently starting to get into shape and lose weight so I have fit shape but not like over for. Just the right amount of fat over my muscles. I have a lot of stretch marks,, mostly around my waist and my biceps. I call them my stripes or lighting marks. I have plans to get snake bite piercings and wear like the ring ones in them. I'm getting an tattoo soon that is like this and then I want a burning match tattoo on my color bone. My ears are piercing and I like wearing fake gauges, spirals and then the ratings that have the dangly stuff and cuffs with them. I also wear like those stereotypical hot topic chokers. I wear a lot of long sleeves and skinny jeans, I do like ripped skinny jeans. I also love flannels and black boots like doc martins or converse.

I think you can assume by the statement of me liking whiskey I am the rebellious sort which is true. I have drank a bit and tried weed, I don't do it anymore tho.I have been told if people don't know me and see me from afar I'm intimidating to approach. Even being spooky and intimidating, I promise I'm just a big softie. I usually assume the mom friend of the group with my friends. I always worry about them and make sure they take care of themselves. Sometimes I do it so much I forget to take care of myself. I'm really gentle and compassionate, along with being extremely empathetic. I can be stubborn and bit judgemental at times, mostly working off first impressions myself when getting to know each other. I have an hard time being insertive and putting my foot down with my boundaries, scared to lose people even if the hurt me. I'm an introvert through and through, liking to watch from the back and observe the way things go on around me. I do my best to be an optimist because I can't see the point in see everything wrong in this world, it helps me to see the good. I love going on adventures with my close friends and love being a chaotic bastard with them. My dnd alignment is chaotic neutral and I'm Hufflepuff. I do live by the saying do no harm but take no shit. But I won't hesitate to fight someone for the right causes.

I do always constantly look like I am going to funeral of some sort because I own nothing but black. The color makes me feel really comfortable but it's not my favorite color. My favorite color is green but I like sage green, forest green, mossy green, etc. The earthy greens are my favorites. I have a love for the forest and woodlands, finding a sense of home in the woods. I do love archery and something I'm definitely going to be picking up along with playing the drums. I also smoke herbal cigarettes as well as alternative to smoking.

You know that I often get called a cryptid and at this point, I am just one. Cryptidcore, Midwest Gothic, and Pacific Northwest Gothic are my favorite aesthetics. I have a huge love for cryptozoology (the study of cryptids), parapsychology (the psychic phenomena and other paranormal claims), original creepypasta stories and to be honest anything like spooky and creepy. I want to be a mortician and I'm attending school for that. I also really love the dark, especially if I have some good music blasting through my earbuds. I am a sucker for long road trips and seeing things, filling the adventure heart I have. My favorite animals are coyotes and I also like horses. I like to write a lot as well. My favorite cryptids are The Beast of Bray Road, Not Deer, Jersey Devil and Jacklopes.

Thank you so much and I'm so glad I got a chance to reach out to you. It all started with me wanting to send memes to you and being a little 🌲 anon.

Also here is what the tattoo I'm am getting done looks like ↓↓↓

Your matchup is... Jeff!

Sorry this took me a hot minute, I've been out all day! But here's my part of the exchange :}

In general:

Alright, I read this over and just immediately thought about Jeff, mostly because of your personality!! I have so many things I want to get into and want to say though. SO, let's get right into that.

Things he likes about you:

Physically speaking, as that is how I always start, Jeff really, really loves your height and your legs make him fuzzy on the inside. He just loves it SO MUCH. Your hair is gorgeous, and he's never going to stop wanting to run his fingers through it. Whatever color it's dyed as becomes his new favorite, and he loves seeing your natural hair poke through as well. Your eyes are so gorgeous in his opinion and he finds himself getting lost in them. He thinks your nails being painted black is nice because honestly, he's prone to painting his nails black as well. He finds your body so great!! Wants to hold you and loves feeling new muscles when they get built up. Regardless, he just physically adores you. Your stretch marks are also something he adores as well, and he will fondly call them your tiger stripes and admire them in their entirety. He would love your piercings and the tattoo you want to get. Also really, really loves your choice in jewelry. Chokers are hot in his opinion lmfao. Ripped skinny jeans, flannels, black boots, converse!! just everything about your style works so well with him. And your personality!! That slight rebellious edge am slightly intimidating nature??? PLEASE

General cute stuff:

I feel like the two of you are going to spend some evenings in painting nails. Jeff is slightly touch starved and will absolutely run his hands over your body and just adore everything about you. I can also see Jeff working out with you as well!! He will be your number one supporter regardless of what you're going to be doing. He finds it so sweet that you take care of other people. Jeff also understands you being an introvert, because he's kind of the same way. He would absolutely would hang back with you and just exist. He likes observing as well. However, he also can be a bit of a chaotic guy and will go on adventures with you! Scary places, nature, wherever you want, Jeff will go with you. He'll also read up on fun little places and then go with you. He will absolutely get you green things just because he knows that you like that color. Jeff will also take you on walks in the woods, and he'll also let you wear his clothing!! Jeff actually smokes weed semi-regularly, so while you smoke herbal cigarettes, he's going to be lighting up alongside you as long as you're comfortable. He'd probably like the herbal cigarettes as well. Jeff would love to hear about your love of cryptozoology! He's met so many beings in his life that fit that that he'd just go buck wild being able to tell you about his stories and experiences as well. Parapsychology is also something he'd love to listen from you. He finds you going into the mortician business so incredible, and that you like the dark. Your music?? Please share that with him!!

You two as a couple:

Jeff knows that you are intimidating but so, so sweet. He finds you so admirable and honestly, he needs that kind of caring, loving influence in his life. He finds you being the mom friend of your group super fun and while he's not a dad friend, definitely loves saying things to remind all of your shared 'kids' to listen to you. He wants you to take care of yourself!! He wants you to be kind to yourself!! You being stubborn is something he understands because honestly he can be stubborn. Judgmental? He gets it but honestly might challenge the notion from time to time. He will remind you about boundaries and how important it is to set them. Time to time, he may step in just to help you out. He will also remind you to be assertive, mostly because he would hate to see anyone take advantage of you. Jeff will read up on C-PTSD, Bipolar II, and your anxiety simply so he can be more prepared to help you in any way he can. He deals with some things himself, but he doesn't always know how to handle others. So, he would definitely read up for you and end up becoming your rock when you need it. Honestly, just let him take care of you in his own way. Rough around the edges?? Absolutely. But he's so soft for you. He will help you in any way he can, whether it be weathering the bad days and loving the good ones. Let him adore you.

Closing Thoughts/Other Things:

Hi love bug, or as I will often fondly refer to you as, Dr. Cryptid! I was so happy to read all of this about you. Thank you so so much for sending this in and once again doing mine! I loved reading all about it, and I love talking with you. Thank you so much for that lil pine tree emoji and memes. Also, please take care of yourself!! There's only one of you in the universe and it's so important to love and cherish yourself. It's always okay to say no or know when to bail. Never take care of so many people that you leave all your energy with them and none for yourself. I look forward to our future convos and just friendship in general. As always, let me know what you think and I hope you enjoyed!

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[sammy-gvf]

We get along (for the most part)

Chapter 2 

OC X Lee Bodecker

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Warnings- a little angst and cursing. 

Plot- The local rebel badass girl and Lee Bodecker have had run ins, lets see how it goes, shall we?

Word count : 2,705

MINORS DNI! THIS STORY WILL EVENTUALLY GET 18+. PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. I DO NOT FEEL LIKE GETTING IN TROUBLE FOR YOU BEING STUPID. THANKS. 

 CHAPTER ONE IS PINNED ON MY PROFILE!

Sunday morning.

Slowly, I woke from my slumber hoping that I slept through church. Unfortunately, the sound of footsteps coming towards my door tells me differently. Knocking at the door, I hear a quiet voice come through the crack of my door.

“Maggy, are you up? Mamas goin have a fit if you aint up for church.” 

That's my brother John, he is always there to wake me up on sundays. He enjoys going to church. I’m not really into it, i usually try to go back to sleep but my parents barely ever let me sleep through church, small town equals gossip. No matter what you do, someone is always talking about you. Sat the wrong way? Gossiped about. Sneezed during church? Gossiped about. Literally anything you do is talked about among the town residents. I was the talk of the town when I was in high school, everyone knew I was sneakin around with Arvin. No one  liked it obviously, bein called every name in the book. I didn't care clearly, it didn't bother me or Arvin. 

I groan and slowly get out of bed, stretching and looking out of my window. It's a beautiful sunny day in Knockemstiff, I never thought I would ever describe this run down town like that, it's quite beautiful here though. Open fields for miles, I could see why no one would want to leave. I mean in old age, you could just do anything with your land and live off it. 

Getting up, I feel my feet hit the cold wood floor of my room. Everyday, I hope I don't get a splinter from the floor so I wear slippers throughout the house. I head to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. My hair is disheveled and almost out of the bun that I had it in the night before, my eyebrows are out of place and the bags underneath my eyes are prominent. I sigh and splash some cold water on my warm face. I grab my toothbrush and go for it, spitting out the toothpaste and flashing my teeth in the mirror to make sure I didn't miss a spot. 

I heard my parents and brother moving around pretty quickly so I looked at the clock near my bed. It's 9:30 am, church starts in about 20 minutes and it takes 10 to get there. Quickly, I put my hair in a low bun, slapped on some powder and a plain lip color, a rose color to compliment my fair skin. Hopping around, I grab a plain flowy blue dress that goes up to about the middle of my thigh and a pair of white keds, quick and simple. 

I step out of my room and grab my clutch so I have something to hold while in church, I usually can't keep my hands still. I shut the door behind me and head out to the living room to see everyone quickly eating some toast off their plates in the kitchen, I hop over and steal a piece of toast and bacon off Johns plate and then we are out the door. 

Hopping in my dads truck, the ride there is quiet. We don't talk much in my family, only at dinner once and a while and sometimes when my father drinks. Which is only when he is done work on Fridays. I make sure I'm out of the house on fridays, he never stops talking when he is drinking. My parents and I have never been that close really, kind of an unspoken family thing. Mother stays quiet and does her motherly duties as us women are expected to do once we pop out a few puppies. I refuse to be like that. 

The ride to church is scenic,open fields for miles and so many animals to look at. I enjoy the breeze coming through my hair but I just wish it was from me driving my car out somewhere I have never been. Like maybe California, it's probably beautiful. I have never been to a beach, as a matter of fact I've never been out of Knockemstiff before. I envy everyone who leaves this place and never comes back. As soon as I can get out of here, I will. I swear on everything I love. 

The car stops and I get out, my feet hitting the dirt road below me. My keds are gonna need a cleaning after this. Stepping around the car, I separate from my family and hop around the back of the church to smoke a quick cig before I go through the church doors to act like I'm holy for 2 hours. 

Stepping to the left side of the church, I put my clutch on a bush and grabbed a cigarette from the pack stuffed in my bag. Quickly I light it and suck on it as quickly as I possibly can to just get a moment to myself. Looking out into the distance, I always forget that the cemetery is this close to the church. Graves for as far as the eyes can see. That distracted me to the point where I forgot how quick I was smoking and ended up inhaling too much smoke at one time, leading me to cough quite loud. I throw the cigarette on the floor below my foot and crush it quickly. 

I hear an oh so familiar voice in the distance as I finish my coughing fit. 

“ Ms. Lane, what a pleasure to see you on this fine sunday.” He says, walking towards me with his fingers hooked around the belt loops of his pants.

Same uniform everyday, never fails.

“Say, what are you doin here behind the church all by your lonesome? “ Lee says as he stands next to me, I can smell the tobacco and mint on him the same as I did last night. I look over at Lee with an exhausted look on my face from the coughing fit I just had.

Lee looks down at the ground and a grin forms on his face, sneaky bastard never misses a beat. 

“Ms.Lane-” Lee begins to say and I stop him

“Please, for the love of christ call me Maggy. I am not 16 anymore, Lee.” You say as you start to walk past him. He grabs your arm and stops you. 

“Maggy Lane, just know I know about your little reputation.” Lee says as he still has you by the arm, kind of digging his nails into your soft skin as you try to pull away a bit.

“As a matter of fact, I was there when you began your little shenanigans. Be careful of how you talk to your sheriff, little lady.” You look at him in disgust as he tries to intimidate you. 

“ Also, I told you those cigarettes was bad news, you're lucky I don't stop on over and talk to your pop about your little habit.” Lee says with a smirk on his face. You finally wiggle out of his grip, your arm dropping to your side with crescent shaped marks on your arm. You rub the spots where Lee's fingers were just digging into your upper arm.

Looking up at him, he tips his hat at you and starts to walk away. You spit on the ground near his feet and he turns around on his feet, quick. 

“ I hope you know you're a prick, Bodecker.” You spit out at him. 

Immediately, you are backed up against the wood boards of the church, both of Lee's arms on either side of your head. Your heart is racing and your breath is hitching. You're frozen. 

“Listen to me, you little bitch.” Lee inches closer to your face, your noses almost touching. You turn your head to the side hoping that he won't really notice but he grabs your face and holds it so you are looking him directly in the eyes.

“Your little mouth will get you in trouble, especially with me.” Your breath hitches as he gets closer. Your heart could explode. You were terrified. 

“ Lee, church is starting. We better get in there before we miss anything” A voice in the distance yells. 

 Instantly, Lee lets you go and strides back to the unknown voice. 

You stand there with a shocked look on your face, as if you had just seen the devil up close. You were frozen in your current position but as soon as people started going in the building you sank to your feet and sat there for a minute breathing heavily. You fixed yourself up and stood outside the door of the old church, taking a deep breath before going in and finding your seat next to your family. 

 Church dragged on and on, I felt like I was going to fall asleep. A screaming preacher, so many people in such a small space. Half way through, I got up to go to the bathroom and caught Lee staring at me and he gave me a small smirk. Creep.

Stepping into the bathroom, I look at my face in the mirror. It's still slightly red from where Lee had his disgusting hand around my chin. I pushed on the spot and it felt like it was going to bruise. 

“ Fuck” I whispered to myself as I turned my head side to side to look at the red around my lips and on my chin. This is for sure going to bruise. 

I splash some water on my face to refresh myself and then I step out of the bathroom to bump into something in front of me. 

“Shit, I am so sorry” You say as you back up into the oak door and look at the person in front of you. 

“ Oh, no worries hun.” the woman in front of you says. 

You look at her quickly as you step aside, sticking out your hand and you say “I don't think I have met you before, I’m Maggy Lane.” 

She sticks out her hand and shakes yours firmly, she is a very pretty woman with short brown curly hair. 

Thin and very well put together, can't be more than 25 years old. 

“ It’s very nice to meet you sweetheart, I’m Ruth Har- I mean Bodecker.” She says smiling as she pulls her hand back from the handshake and puts it back on her clutch bag. 

“You the sheriff's wife?” you say as you cock your head to the side questioningly. 

“Yes, I am.” she smiles, “ We've been married now for about a year, a very fine man he is.” She says as she steps aside to talk to you for a minute before she steps into the bathroom.

You were shocked, Lee actually was married? He was such an asshole, you didn't think anyone would want him. As you had said the previous night, you would tell his wife if he had called you another pet name but she looks so sweet. He doesn't deserve her. You had just said that assumin he even had a woman at home. 

“ Thats nice, say you ain't from around here, are ya?” You say in a little southern drawl, she aint from these parts. You can tell by the way she says certain words. 

“ No darlin, i'm from Tennessee.” she smiled “Met Lee out there while I was workin in a bar.” she blushed a bit.

“ Huh, well look at that.” you say as you cross your arms and lean against the doorframe of the bathroom. “ Lee does get out of town then.”

She chuckles and you look at the time, church is going to be over soon.

“ Well, it was very nice meeting you, Mrs.Bodecker.” You say as you turn your back and start walking towards the stairs to go back to the chapel area. 

“ You too, darlin.” She says waving at you. 

“ See you around” You say as you head back up the stairs. 

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[mantra4ia]

Trixstar Imagine Fanfiction: "Three Times The Charm"

By mantra4ia. August 1st 2020. Cross posted to AO3.

One of the most aggravating things about hell was that Lucifer could still hear prayers. Like a soundproof room with a squeaky fan. Like a 'no smoking' sign on your cigarette break. Like listening to Alanis Morissette unironically. God's final joke, Lucifer lamented, was that deep in the bowels of exile was just enough awful celestial Wi-Fi to get the spam — prayers to other celestials of which he only caught the static, or pleas to the big man himself — like the bleed-over on an AM/FM radio. Which was why, when Lucifer finally heard a prayer loud and clear with the volume turned up to 11, it nearly knocked him off his thrown. It had been so long since anyone had prayed directly to him, not in jest, or begging for a favor, but earnestly and with fervor that at first it gave him a migraine. He could hardly hear the words let alone distinguish the voice behind them, until at last he was able to tune in to someone achingly familiar.

"Hey Lucifer, it's me."

Trixie, you little hellion, is it really you?!

"it's Trixie. I'm not sure whether you'll remember me. It's been a while."

You have no idea...but of course I remember you mini-Decker, don't be silly.

"Maybe you think I'm still pet sized. Well I'm not anymore."

I promise you, those remarks had nothing to do with your stature and everything to do with your intelligence, and possibly also your penchant to devour snack cakes, small human. But I admit I was wrong Trixie, you're smart and clever. It was then that the epiphany struck Lucifer: why and how was she praying to him at all?

"I bet you're wondering why I called you on the long distance prayer line. At first I thought maybe I would hear your voice answer me back, but I guess this will have to do. You see Lucifer, I may have lied to you, and I know you are not going to like that, but I hope it doesn't keep you away forever."

What? He took flight from his throne and down to lowest depth of hell scape, trying without success to fully find his footing among the chasms, his knees imperceptibly shaking —though he knew not why — while his feet took hold of him though he knew not where to. As if beckoned by the siren sound of her voice, he made his way through the winding onyx labrynth, turning where her voice waned and proceeding again where it renewed in strength.

"Because I didn't lie-outright-lie. I just didn't tell the whole truth. I've always known you were an angel, like your brother Amenadiel. Just that you live in different places. I wrote a whole bunch of letters over the years, but the post office told me Hell wasn't a valid address, and eventually they started making fun of me behind my back for not having enough postage."

Well you should have tried sending it via the DMV. Honestly, Beatrice, I have any number of portals there. A whole network really.

"Anyway, I figure where you are it might be lonely, so I guess this is as good a time as any to catch up."

Out with it then, what's the sitch child?

"I just started driving lessons, although they're not as good as yours." That's my girl. "And Charlie's doing great, he started playing soccer." Please don't tell me Linda had him play keeper to keep an eye out for infant angel powers. "He's the goalie." Christ, I bet she put him in a helmet too. "I was mad at him for a long time, I know he's only little, but I was angry that he couldn't remember you like I remember you. He even asked me if you were my imaginary friend." Does he really not remember his Uncle Lucifer? "I know, kids are dumb. But I'm not mad anymore. I drew him a picture of you in my art class...and my detention after I didn't do the actual assignment in art class, but still-lifes of fruit are boring. It doesn't look like my old drawings on the refrigerator from the last time you were here, if that's what you're worried about. And it's better than Amenadiel's stick figure drawings. If I'm being honest, I wanted to make sure I remembered you too. Maybe one day you can tell me what you think. My teacher Mrs. Fissner says it's very good. Disturbing but good. She may have sent me to see the social worker. Mom misses you. I miss you too. Listen Lucifer, I'm sorry I didn't reach out sooner but...never mind, I guess that's all for now...."

No, Trixie. You're the first human voice I've heard in a thousand years who isn't begging for mercy. Don't, please, Lucifer pleaded.

"It's just that I don't really believe in prayers. I mean, I think they're kind of stupid..."

You're preaching to the choir Trix. I couldn't agree more, this rare instance being a timely exception.

"...because people somehow find a way to make it all about them, and what they want, when they should really be listening."

Oh damnation, don't tell me you've turned into a theological scholar, or did Amenadiel put you up to this? Fess up. Could you sound anymore like your mum, you're the second oldest young person I know. Where is the Beatrice who could extort people for cash, lay waste to my flat in a single pirouette, and inhale chocolate like I inhale controlled substances? A haunting thought ghosted over Lucifer's nostalgia. Did I miss all your formative years?

"And I don't want to do that, because I don't want to torture you."

Lucifer's step faltered as he slid to the ground against the ravine walls, at last overwhelmed by the whole absurd, miraculous encounter. All the days upon days he'd spent torturing souls without missing a beat, and Trixie was worried about torturing him? About how her struggles might affect him? His chin sank to his chest, and Lucifer cried.

"Mom didn't tell me you went back to hell, because she doesn't know that I believe you when you said you're the devil, but she did tell me that it's important and that in your new job a lot depends on you. I didn't want to hurt you by asking you to come back when I know that you can't. But this life is really important too Lucifer, and...it's mom. She's got a new friend."

So that's it, Lucifer thought in resignation, that's why she's praying.

"I feel lost between them. So I asked God to send me an angel, the nicest angel he had."

You've got to be kidding me? Is that what I am now sloppy seconds, I'm not even first on the prayer chain!

"Except I'm pretty sure I already used up that prayer when he sent me you."

Lucifer's din of thoughts fell into silence as he hauled himself up to full stature, trying to pull himself together. I can't help you Trixie, your mom deserves to be happy. Chloe deserves to share her life with someone who makes her feel as special as she really is. And God help me, I can't believe I'm saying this, but it would help if you showed her a little grace.

"So I was hoping Lucifer, that you could please come back and show my mom this isn't the right guy for her. I know you're the only one who can."

Not if it puts you both in harm's way, Lucifer said, knowing that his words would never reach her, and that her prayer like a billion others before would float away unrequited.

"If you can't help me, please help her."

Lucifer stopped cold. Why would the detective need my help?

"I told you, Lucifer. I need you to understand that I've always known what you look like. More than that, I need you to know I've always understood who you are. So that you'll believe me when I say I know that my mom's friend, the one that looks like you, isn't really you."

It was only then that Lucifer realized the wall he'd braced against was not a stone cliff, but a gate. He did not waste a moment eviscerating the lock.

Trixie had searched for Lucifer once, in his mortal abode at Lux.

She'd found him again within his personal den of iniquity without batting an eye.

Little did she realize that even in the lowest depths of hell she could reach him. Dad's blessings, it seems, run in the family.

Third time's the Trix. You're right urchin. It's time to go home.

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