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Demon Slayer Male Characters Smut Headcanons ~ Fem Reader
18+ only please! Minors don't interact!
All the characters in this are aged up!
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𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙧𝙤 𝙆𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙤
Tanjiro would definitely be a switch. He would prefer being a top but he also doesn't mind being on the bottom.
His favorite position would be missionary. He likes to see your face during it. He also believes its way more romantic that way.
He doesn't care but he's an all around bo/bs guy.
His favorite place to do it is just in the bed and he likes to grab the headboard a lot whether he's a top of bottom.
He's really into praising whether it's him praising you or you praising him.
He's more vanilla than everything but he's also a experimentalist in the way that he would try anything once to see if he liked it or not.
He will always do whatever makes you the most comfortable. If you want him to wear a c/ndom he will, if you want him to pull out he will.
He likes to go slow more than he does fast but it depends on the day for him lol.
Consent is also key to Tanjiro. He will never not ask for consent.
Aftercare is also very important to him. As soon as you guys are done he will immediately grab you a towel or anything you might need. After he gets you anything you need, he'll take a shower. He'll ask for you to join too! He also will wash the sheets.
After he's done doing aftercare, he will cuddle with you for as long as you need it and always ask if you were comfortable with everything you just did. he would give you so many compliments about your body and everything.
He also loves loves loves making out.
Tanjiro's size is probably 6inch (15.24cm) and its got the right amount of g/rth.
𝙕𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙪 𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙖
Zenitsu would think he's a top but really he's more of a bottom. He's only a top when he's "asleep". 🫢
His favorite position is when you're on his lap sitting down facing him. But he doesn't mind cowgirl.
His favorite place to do it is on the bed because it's most comfortable.
He likes to say stuff like "good job" or "just like that" or "good girl" he likes to let you know that you're doing well.
He usually goes really fast but that's only when he's asleep. When he's not he lets you take full control which is any speed you want.
He'll do anything to make you feel good no matter what it is his main goal is that you're enjoying it.
He doesn't mind at all if you leave scratches or hickeys or any marks like that. he'll wear them proud.
Before aftercare, he'll ask you to cuddle or give you tons of kisses and hugs.
His love language is affection.
If you guys aren't f/cking he really likes giving you head. He's a big thigh guy. He likes being squished in between them and how soft they are.
Zenitsu's size is probably 7inch (17.78cm) with medium g/rth but it's mostly just long.
𝙄𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙚 𝙃𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙖
Inosuke is never a bottom. He is always the top.
He only sees himself as dominant. He loves seeing you on the bottom too. The only time he'd let you be top is if you're r/ding him but even then he'd take control.
Insouke likes it rough. As fast and as hard as possible usually. He likes the feeling of sweating and going hard.
His favorite position is doggy because it's the easiest for him to go fast. He's also an ass guy so he likes seeing that from behind.
He also likes missionary because that's when he can grab the headboard and he likes when he gets scratched or pulled or anything with pain. He thinks the pain is good.
He likes knowing he's "better" than you. He wants to be praised and feel like he's a god. He also likes to degrade you to make himself feel superior.
He doesn't care where you guys do it. You could be in the middle of the forest on a mountain and he'll think its a good time to do it.
He doesn't really like to wear c/ndoms because they're uncomfortable so he buys birth control for you. He would never make you buy that yourself.
He doesn't mind using ropes although he'd rather use his hands to restrain you.
He kind of sucks at aftercare he usually just lets you do it yourself. Right after you guys are done the first thing he wants to do is eat food or sleep.
If you're not doing it, he likes when you give him top.
Inosuke's size is probably 5.5-6inch (13.97-15.24cm) but with really good g/rth.
𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙬𝙖
Genya is a switch but he sees himself more as a bottom. He doesn't mind if you want him to be a top but he prefers bottom.
His favorite position would be reverse cowgirl. He's def an ass guy. He loves your ass.
His favorite place to do it is on the couch. He would rather "dirty" the couch than the bed.
Depends on the mood but he likes to call you 'mommy' and praise you. He also likes begging to you.
He loves receiving hickies as well. He doesn't mind giving them either.
He loves to grab your waist when you ride him as well. He likes to dig his nails into it when you do it.
When he's a top, he likes to be on top of you to see your face.
Communication and consent are some top things for him as well.
He doesn't mind using protection at all its all up to you but if you don't want one he prefers birth control.
Before aftercare he typically likes when you lay on his chest and take a nap under a blanket.
After that though he wants to stay clean so he takes a shower. He'll offer for you to join him.
He'll usually make you tea afterwards too.
Genya's size is 6.5inch (16.51cm) with a lot of v/ins.
𝙂𝙮𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙞 𝙃𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙖
Gyomei is a top. He prefers being dominant however he's willing to experiment with being a bottom if you are.
Everything is does is super super romantic and intimate.
He likes missionary mostly. He likes to pin you down as well.
Gyomei likes to go slow but hard. You better pray for your legs after this 😭
He likes to use his strength to his advantage. He uses it to restrain you as much as possible.
Before anything he asks you for consent and asks if its okay that he does certain things.
His favorite place to it is basic but the bedroom. He likes to be covered in blankets to have it be more intimate as well.
He likes candles burning in the background and the typical rose petals in the room.
He likes to tell you how beautiful you are and he loves to hear you. He doesn't care how loud you are he just wants you to enjoy yourself.
His whole goal in the end is to finish you. He doesn't even care if he doesn't, he'd rather you than him.
He's a bo/bs guy for sure for sure.
Aftercare is essential. He'll clean everything up for you and not expect anything from you.
He'll get a bath ready for you as well.
Oh boy. Gyomei's size has to be 9inch (22.86cm) and has insane g/rth. Praying for you besties!
𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙬𝙖
Sanemi is a top. He can't be anything else. He only wants to be a top and feel the power.
He likes hitting it from the back and grabbing your hips as hard as possible.
He likes it hard well and he has a good flow with it.
He's for sure an ass guy too.
He'll do it anywhere around the house but he likes it in the kitchen a lot.
He'll degrade you and make you beg as well. He likes making you feel powerless.
He also has a 'daddy' kink. He thinks that's one of the most hottest things.
He's kind of a sadist as well. He wants you to feel sexual pain and pleasure. Even with pain however he'll make sure you're okay afterwards.
Sanemi will pull your hair and leave hickies everywhere. He wants people to know that you're his and nobody else's.
He loves making out with you in a messy way as well and he loves to feel you up while doing it.
As for aftercare, he likes to just do his own thing to clean himself up before he gets to you. He'll throw you a towel though to help.
Sanemi's size is 7.5inch (19.05cm) and it has a nice curve and a lot of v/ins.
𝙂𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪 𝙏𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙤𝙠𝙖
Giyuu is a switch. He doesn't prefer one or the other.
His favorite position is you on top of him in any way.
He wants to be praised by you as well and he has a little thing for saying 'mommy.'
He loves looking at you and admiring your body and realizing how beautiful you are.
He tries not to be vocal but he ends up being pretty vocal.
He likes foreplay a lot as well too. H/ndjobs are his favorite though.
He has a thing for ropes too whether its him being tied up or you.
On the days he feels dominant, he'll give you the best night of your life.
When he's a top he'll whisper things under his breath like "fuck" or "just like that" "don't stop". He likes calling you 'babe' or 'honey' too.
He likes to use his tongue a lot too and he fancies neck kisses a lot.
Sometimes after a hard day one of the only things he wants is to f/ck you so he goes crazy with it.
He's a thigh guy above all. He loves inner thigh hickies.
Giyuu cares a lot about your well being after s/x so he'll usually make sure you're mentally good first.
He'll hug and kiss you and cuddle with you and let you fall asleep on him.
Giyuu's size is 6.5inch (16.51cm) with a normal amount of g/rth and a nice curve.
𝙏𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙣 𝙐𝙯𝙪𝙞
Tengen is a top but he's the kind of top that likes his girls to do all of the work for him.
He likes getting rode as he grabs your waist.
He loves to praise you and slap your ass.
He's an everything type of guy he can't just choose b/obs, ass or thighs if he likes it all.
Of course this man has a daddy kink how could he not.
He loves to call you pet names too like 'princess', 'darling', 'babe' and 'love'.
When he does you he likes to act like it doesn't faze him but he constantly reminds you 'you feel so good baby', 'keep going' and just stuff along the lines of that.
He'll grab you in many different ways and pull your hair.
He would wanna go multiple different rounds and try something new each time.
He would be into a thr/esome or jus doing it with more than one person in general.
Above all he wants both of you to have an unforgettable night. He wants both parties to finish and be absolutely exhausted afterwards.
He'll invite to a bath for aftercare which would probably turn into a different round.
Tengen's is 8.5inch (21.59cm) and its got a nice length for it's g/rth with v/ins. It's always cleanly shaved as well.
𝙆𝙮𝙤𝙟𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙍𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙤𝙠𝙪
Oh my lord. Kyojuro would destroy you.
He's a switch but has a preference for being a top but from time to time he doesn't mind you taking control.
His favorite position is prone boning and doggy because it makes it easy for him to do whatever he wants.
He likes to do it outside or by the fire or maybe even in a hot spring/hot tub.
Consent is the first thing he'll ask before anything.
Kyojuro is a b/ob guy but thighs are second for him.
His stamina and endurance is crazy too. He can last for a very very long time.
He likes to tell you how good you're doing as well. "good job" "just like that" "keep going".
You knew this was coming. Mans got a thing for choking you out. He likes to hear your soft moans during it.
If you're giving him top he also has a thing for playing with your hair and making you look at him.
He's not very into bdsm much however. He just prefers no physical items just his body.
Because he can last so long, he wants to make sure you finish no matter what.
For after care the first thing he wants to do is take a hot bath and go to sleep after.
He'll want to show you so much love afterwards and make sure you're okay and make sure you have a good time.
Oh my lord this guy will absolutely obliterate your back.
Kyojuro's size is 8inch (20.32cm) It's got big g/rth and a lot of v/ins.
𝙈𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙤 𝙏𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙤
Muichiro is a bottom but he can do top at times.
He's into foreplay mostly him receiving top.
His favorite position is anything with you on top of him.
He's def a bo/b guy. He likes the squish and softness of them and he likes to lay on them and play with them. He also has a thing for s/cking on them.
He doesn't have a particular place to do it he just likes to do it.
He wants you to completely take control and "use him" as you wish. He likes the feeling of feeling dominated by you.
He's usually vocal when doing anything not on purpose it just comes out usually.
He has a thing for lingerie as well. Or just skimpy bikinis'.
He also lowkey has a thing for being edged.
When he is on top however he's pretty controlling and rather than vocal he's more focused and silent.
For aftercare he'll clean himself before anything else and then help you.
He also loves attention afterwards. Lots of hugs and cuddles ^.^
He'll ask you a bunch of questions on if he should do anything differently, or making sure you enjoyed yourself or just asking if you need reassurance.
Muichiro's size is 6inch (15.24cm)
𝙊𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙞 𝙄𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤
Obanai loves having s/x. It's one of his favorite things he loves how intimate it is.
He's a top no doubt about it. He has no desire to be a bottom. Control is his thing.
He loves doggy.
He's got a thing for thighs especially inner thigh hickies.
He loves biting you and leaving marks on you so people know that you belong to him.
He likes to slap your ass too and degrade you when you're doing it.
He likes to call you things like 'wh/re' 'sl/t' and stuff along those lines.
He likes to do wherever, he doesn't care.
The main thing for him is he just wants everybody to know you're his.
He likes to edge you as well and tease you a lot. It's amusing to him and fun. He loves to have control in the bedroom.
He likes to switch speed on you and go at his own pace.
He likes to p/ll o/t and finish on your back too.
He likes to use tongue a lot too.
For aftercare he kind of just leaves you to do your own thing and him to do his own thing but after you two clean he wants to give you attention and cuddles.
Obanai's size is 6.5-7inch (16.51-17.78cm) and it's got a really nice curve to it.
𝙎𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙤
Sabito is a switch but mostly a top although he doesn't particularly have a preference.
Sabito's main priority is that you're comfortably and having a good time.
His favorite position is basic. He likes missionary the most but he also enjoys spooning.
Like his position, his favorite place to do it is basic, the bedroom.
He likes to know that you're enjoying yourself so he'll ask things like "do you like that?" "tell me that you like that" and things like that.
He wants you to be as vocal as possible no matter how loud.
He wants to hold your wrists down on the bed or have you pinned. Anything that'll restrain you is fine for him.
He doesn't exactly have a preference but if he had to choose it would be thighs.
He likes to experiment with things no matter if he likes it or not he'll try anything once.
After you two are done, he doesn't even think of himself first, he'll rush and help clean you first and then himself.
He'll get you tea or food or anything you want and he'll def wanna cuddle right after.
Sabito's size is 6inch (15.24cm) and it's got some g/rth and a curve.
𝙈𝙪𝙯𝙖𝙣 𝙆𝙞𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙟𝙞
First of all, Muzan's stamina and endurance is like no other. He can last forever. I mean forever.
He likes any position in any way.
He's a top no doubt he loves control. He wants you to be his forever.
He'll rail you over and over and over again until your legs shake.
Muzan's main thing is ropes. He loves doing shibari ties for ropes. He also likes just anything that will restrain you to your comfort.
He likes pet names and asking if you like it.
He likes going hard and fast and just doing his own thing. He also thinks it's fun to slap your ass.
He's preference is ass as well.
He likes to thr/st into you really hard and hear you scre/m his name.
He can go multiple rounds.
He'll bite you and give you hickies and whisper in your ear.
He'll do it anywhere he enjoys the risk of it. But he mostly likes doing it in his castle.
As for aftercare he just likes to tell you "good job" and stuff like that. He'll call you his 'queen' or 'princess' or even 'goddess'.
He wants to fall asleep next to you as well, with you laying on his chest comfortably.
Muzan's size is probably 7-8inch (17.78-20.32cm) with really nice v/ins and shape.
𝘼𝙠𝙖𝙯𝙖
Akaza is a switch with no preference on which.
He really likes when you're on his lap sitting up. He loves to make out with you while doing it as well.
He has a thing for ass for sure for sure. He likes to make it clap.
He also likes s/cking on b/obs though.
Hickies are a big thing for him too though. He likes giving you either tons of small ones and few big ones.
He likes to str/p you himself and he likes to tease you with it.
He likes pulling your hair or grabbing your waist and pushing you down into it.
If you're giving him top he likes to push your head as well.
Surprisingly he likes doing it slow and sensual and intimate but of course he doesn't mind going at it.
He wants you to look as him the whole time. Eye contact his key for him.
He likes to degrade and praise you. Both work for him.
One night he can be vanilla and the next he can be totally bdsm the next. He switches up a lot.
Aftercare for him is him watching you clean him up. He thinks it's totally hot. He'll of course do the same for you as well.
Akaza's size is 7.5inch (19.05cm) with a lot of g/rth and v/ins.
𝘿𝙤𝙪𝙢𝙖
Douma is just a f/cking animal, literally and figuratively.
He's no doubt a top but occasionally he'll let you be top when he feels like it.
He wants all control in everything and he wants you to do as he asks. And he especially likes getting called 'master' or 'daddy'.
He'll call you stuff like 'doll' or 'babe' 'bunny' or 'princess'.
He likes every and any position he can do it in.
He likes every part of you so he doesn't have a b/ob, ass or thigh preference.
He wants you to be loud and scratch him as much as needed as well.
He'll f/ck you senselessly but he would also do it slowly. He does it in any way shape and form.
It's almost like he wants you to be his slave.
He loves using ropes and anything he can to restrain you.
He also loves it if you r/de him and he'll take control and even then.
This man quite literally likes to do everything.
For aftercare, he'll try and help clean but he mostly focuses on himself. He likes to see you clean him for him though.
Douma's size is 8inch (20.32cm) and it's pretty long and smooth.
𝙂𝙮𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙤
Gyutaro is a switch with no preference.
He like's doing it standing or against the wall or him sitting down and you on him.
Gyutaro is into pain. Anything involving pain, he'll like it.
He likes anything fast paced and hard.
He loves loves loves to praise you and tell you how good you're going.
He's pretty into edging for both parties and he also enjoys a bit of foreplay.
He also likes if you're on top of him, he likes feeling your body against his.
He's a boob guy and he doesn't care if they're big or small he loves them.
He likes grabbing your waist and just grabbing you in general it turns him on so much.
Aftercare is kind of an issue for him though. He's not very good at it so you mostly do all the work.
He does value cuddling after s/x though.
He'll kiss you and tell you how good you did.
Gyutaro's size is 6inch (15.24cm) and its smooth with a curve.
𝙆𝙤𝙠𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙗𝙤
Kokushibo likes to be on the top at all times he just prefers it.
He likes doing in the bath but he doesn't mind the place.
He likes pinning you down though.
He doesn't have an ass, b/ob or thigh preference he likes all of it no matter the size.
He likes being slow and sensual but other times he likes fast and hard.
He likes it to be romantic surprisingly. He wants both parties to feel as good as you guys possibly can be.
He's not too big on foreplay he just wants to get straight to the point mostly.
He likes hearing you beg for it as well.
He's pretty into teasing you and playing around with you during it.
He likes to act like he isn't fazed at all while you can't stop mo/ning and squirming.
He has a pretty good endurance and usually can go 4-5 rounds.
He won't say much during it but he'll whisper stuff like "good girl" occasionally.
He likes to finish inside you or p/ll o/t and make you sw/llow it.
For aftercare, it's straight in the shower for him.
Afterwards he usually shows you love. He care about being clean though.
Kokushibo's size is probably 7-7.5inch (17.78-19.05cm) and it's soft with a nice curve and equal g/rth.
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Rolling Stone Ranking updates from beloved Rob Sheffield:
169. Say Don’t Go
“I would stay forever if you say ‘Don’t go’ / But you won’t.” A 1989 vault outtake co-written with Eighties hitmaker Diane Warren, “Say Don’t Go” is relatively straight-forward and smooth compared to its peers, with echoes of “Mirrorball” in the tightrope imagery.
Best line: “We’re a shot in the darkest dark.”
92. Suburban Legends
“I broke my own heart because you were too polite to do it”—now there’s a line that sums up a lot of chaotic Swiftian love stories. “Suburban Legends” is a witty yet regretful tune with more of her 1950s fantasies, with Taylor fantasizing about a happy ending to a long-gone high-school romance. Like other 1989 vault tracks, “Suburban Legends” sounds like it would have fit right into Midnights—so many invisible strings between those two albums, in terms of her songwriting.
Best line: “You kiss me in a way that’s gonna screw me up forever.”
50. Suburban Dreams
After years of marveling at the great 1989 bonus tracks that didn’t make the album, it’s startling to hear these intense vault tunes that didn’t even make the cut as bonuses. But if Taylor combined the 1989 bonus/vault loosies into a 10-song album of their own, it would add up to 1989’s nastier, cattier, funnier evil sister. “Now That We Don’t Talk” shows off her acerbic wit, especially her staccato vocals when she snipes “it just ended” one petty syllable at a time. Funny to hear her drag “acid rock.” Poor Taylor—one minute you’re on a nice innocent yacht ride, next you’re trapped listening to Jefferson Airplane and Quicksilver Messenger Service bootlegs.
Best line: “I don’t have to pretend I like acid rock/Or that I like to be on a mega-yacht / With important men who think important thoughts.”
47. “Slut!”
“Slut!” is one of her most hard-hitting vault treasures, up there with “Nothing New” and “Is It Over Now?” It comes from the same place as “Blank Space,” or “Shake It Off,” but lets more of her anger show. As she explains in her new 1989 Prologue, “I had become the target of slut shaming.” She’s trying to trust in a new romance (“in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman”) but all too aware of the world’s misogynistic disapproval, noting, “I’ll pay the price, you won’t.” Yet she resolves, “If they call me a slut / It might be worth it for once.” It’s a sadly pained love song and a scathing satire at the same time, indexing ways that patriarchy corrupts the heart. Can you imagine if she’d dropped this song on people in 2014? But like so much of 1989, “Slut!” was truly ahead of its time.
Best line: “Being this young is art.”
33. Is It Over Now?
These 1989 (Taylor’s Version) vault songs are a revelation—4 of the 5 would have been highlights on the original album. But “Is It Over Now?” looms over them all—her greatest vault stunner yet. It sounds like it’s part of a trilogy with “The Archer” and “Labyrinth,” as that spooky synth-drone intro leads into a brooding powerhouse mediation on love and loss. (If we’d heard this song in 2014, it might have been less shocking to hear “The Archer” 5 years later.) Taylor travels back and forth in time, finding different angles to look back at a youthful romance that crashed like a snowmobile. The story is full of blue eyes, blue dresses, red blood, blouses, couches, boats, the jet-set distance of “Come Back…Be Here” and the scarlet letter of “New Romantics” and the NYC coffee of “Holy Ground.” This guy turns on the charm for “unsuspecting waiters,” just like the guy in “All Too Well” charms her dad like a talk-show guest. But it all comes down to a heartbreak that these four blue eyes didn’t want to see coming. What a massive song.
Best line: “Let’s fast-forward to 300 takeout coffees later.”
(I clearly love you besties. The RS mobile experience is the f*cking worst, and this took like an hour of trying to scroll/copy paste to compile. Lol. 😘)
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I am not Ukrainian and even though I suffer and get angry and worried every time ruzzians do something bad in Ukraine, which is on a daily basis, because they are monsters, my anger and pain and worry is nothing compared to what Ukrainians feel every second of their lives.
What they don't feel, on the contrary, but I feel very strongly, is shame. Because I feel ashamed every time some Italian ass*ole politician or so-called expert justifies ruzzia's terrorist actions.
Or when them and their followers spread telegram based conspiracy bullshit where putin (with his buddy trump even) and ruzzia are the good guys or even victims.
I feel ashamed every time some leftist intellectual sympathizing with ex soviet union and claiming to know better than Eastern European countries that used to be a part of it, blames Nato or the USA for provoking ruzzia into a 'proxy war', completely deleting Ukrainian victims' suffering, or their brave fighters' heroic actions.
Or when they call ruzzia's aggression of Ukraine 'conflict', not saying who's the invasor and who's the invaded side.
Or when they turn their heads away from destroyed civilian structures, r*ped children, mass graves, and give their support to other causes, other countries, other oppressed populations, preferably that receive no support from the USA/Nato, even better if they oppose the USA/Nato& allies, even better if ruzzia has nothing to do with such 'conflicts' (it's more likely that they are involved but they don't know, as those ass*oles are everywhere).
I feel ashamed every time so-called pacifists whine that the real problem is 'weapons' and ask to stop sending weapons to Ukraine...as if by doing so, by preventing Ukraine from f*cking defending itself and its ppl, ruzzia would automatically stop as well...the same ruzzia that f*cking bombed Kyiv the day the UN secretary was there.
Or whining to make peace pls, but only whining to Ukraine, never to f*cking ruzzia itself.
Or wondering how they got to that point in 2022, how it's possible to have a war in Europe, not understanding whose fault it is, as if it wasn't clear that ruzzia invaded Crimea first, then Donbas and then went full out invasion of the whole Ukraine.
I feel ashamed every time some impartial or neutral individual feels sorry for Ukrainian ppl having to escape abroad to not be tortured, r*ped and killed by ruzzia's terrorist genocidal actions, but also for ruzzian men escaping mobilization, as if they weren't totally ok with war as long as they weren't forced to do it with their asses out of the sofa and in a tank.
Or when NGOs that should be impartial are totally proruzzia instead, minimizing their crimes like IAEA, accusing Ukraine like Amnesty International, or, like Emergency, asking the Italian government to stop sending weapons to Ukraine "for peace", conveniently forgetting that if Ukraine stops fighting Ukraine won't exist anymore, while only if ruzzia stops fighting there will be peace.
The same Emergency, btw, that in 2018 was given the copyright of the song Non Mi Avete FAtto Niente by Ermal Meta and Fabrizio Moro.
Both singers disappointed me very much, saying very vague things against the war, not taking a clear position aganst ruzzia and supporting Ukraine, not getting involved in donation campaigns. And now not taking position against Emergency, which like Amnesty International took ruzzia's side with their affirmations. So now idk if they don't take position bc they want to be safe (in case ruzzia wins? it won't happen anyway. Are they afraid to go against the prorussia higher ups in media, and that this will f*ck their careers? Uhm...), bc they don't care, bc they think it's nato's fault and some more bullshit propaganda theories for intellectuals, bc they are a part of this fake 'pacifist' movement that is totally blind about how ruzzia is behaving and what is happening.
For me it's really shameful and disappointing to know that artists I used to follow, and one I still follow, aren't vocal about this horror. Especially since they wrote a song against terrorism and violence, exactly what ruzzia is doing in Ukraine. Especially since one talks about freedom so much, the same freedom Ukraine is fighting to have back.
For months I told myself that it was impossible that they were indifferent. That probably they were helping in private with donations. Because they are good people...but silence helps the aggressor, and talking about donations spreads awareness among fans, which leads to more donations. Every day I open their ig accounts and see if I missed something, if they said something, because every day something horrible happens in Ukraine and ppl die so if a celebrity just said one vague thing in February it's not enough, attention must be kept high always. But every day I see nothing.
The difference with Maneskin is evident. And I don't even care about Maneskin, but I appreciate their effort supporting Ukraine materially and morally, taking a clear stance and showing their fans where's the right side.
It's not just Meta and Moro, it's clever ppl like Max Gazzé, Daniele Silvestri, Carmen Consoli (who condemned a vague dictator, as if there is only one in the world right now), Paola Turci, Fiorella Mannoia (but she found the time to support Kurdish fighters which is very cool. and it would have been cool to also support Ukraine and condemn ruzzia). It's pretty much the 99% of the Italian music scene, as well as actors and the show business elite.
It's shameful and disappointing.
#ukraine#metamoro#eurovision#sanremo#russia is a terrorist state#I stand with ukraine#*but you aren't a real fan if you criticize them* I'm a better fan than those who don't. I have my own brain and dignity#I'm still following Fab and writing fanfiction and stuff but more than ever I can say fanfics are about actors looking like them#the real ppl are disappointing selfish and cowards#I'll delete this post when I'll see a proof I'm wrong about F. especially. something tells me I'll keep it here for a very long time#I speak from my personal experience being kinda antiamerican and prorussia because of my upbringing...in italy ruzzian propaganda is strong#I realized it only after february 24. it was a shock for me#most still are believing bullshit and instead of calling ruzzia the terrorist aggressor#they prefer to repeat over and over that america is worse...like. wtf it's not a competition
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The weekend before Christmas ☃️
December 25 is just around the corner, which means your holiday festivities are likely ramping up! What have you been up to or have you been more in chill mode? From shopping for the perfect gift for everyone on your list to making your Christmas party plans, the spirit of the season is in full swing - as is the Weather - can't decide what's worse, the burning heat of this super or the crispy pain of this cold.
I'm not even fully organised yet 🙈 my plan is to shop Monday! I've started wrapping some of the kids gifts, my parents and nana are sorted, need to sort something out for my nephew (I dont have many to buy for) but I feel like life the past two months has been so hectic that I feel like the festive season crept up on me. I haven't been my best self the past 6 months I admit, stress has taken its toll and I guess I've always found Christmas to be overbearing and the expectations so high. I was the kid that was miserable doing everything though, apparently at Christmas I'd cry, I mean, it makes sense, if you knew me you'd know I'm a miserable sod 😂
Positives of the week though:
• Winnie had her first Nativity play this week with my nephew.
• Oscar got his Chief Bronze Award at Beavers and had his Christmas Party.
• Oscar also had his celebration of learning assembly.
• Oscar is also happy I decided to buy a f*cking Elf. I'll post the videos of what I've done. Thankfully it's only been this week but his little face has been so happy.
• I've finally got round to wrapping up some of the kids presents and according to a Christmas list my daughter gave me I have some epic Christmas shopping to do! But remember your children need your presence more than your presents
• I did some mini volunteering wrapping of presents at the Methodist Church to help for a Christmas party this weekend - Santa will be there. It's gotta be done. Also helped with the food bank - not much but it's a start of giving back.
• I had a Christmas dinner yesterday amongst loads of people I didn't know - really pushed my anxiety boundaries but I did it.
• The kids saw @louthlions Santa sleigh!
• Also Winnie and I have been doing lots of baking!
#hygge christmas#hygge#Christmas aesthetic#dear diary#diary#365 project#pretty#magical#magic of Christmas#santa is coming#Christmas holiday#my happy capture#xmas#Christmas#seasonal#woodthorpe garden centre#yourblendedfamily#lincolnshire#blogger#parenting#blogging#bryony perfectly imperfect#Instagram
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#tw suicide#tw suicidal thoughts#im not suicidal or anything like that but just in case somebody gets triggered#but honestly#i didnt even ask to be born#why the f*ck do i have to bear all this sh*t#like im genuinely just tired of this sh*tty f*cking life#and theres no f*cking hope in this f*cking life#and i dont know how the f*ck am i gonna survive my last week of my f*cking semester when im literally the only one doing the f*cking work#in one of my group projects#and did i f*cking ask to have eczema?? no. f*ck you life.#i will never understand how can people say that life is a gift.#its not.#its f*cking full of pain#and i genuinely just cant wait to f*cking die so that i can finally f*cking rest#the day i die will be the happiest day of my f*cking life#f*ck this sh*t#im just so f*cking mad in general cause i literally did not f*cking ask to be born#f*ck this#truly f*ck this
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So I know everyone has already dissected this scene to its core, but it’s taken me a good 48 hours to digest this and I just needed to get it out.
I’m an aspiring actor, I’ve been training for a long time, with a lot of amazing teachers. I’ve watched a lot of shows and shipped a lot of couples. Some of them beautiful and canon, others, well, let’s just say waiting 22 years and counting for acknowledgement, closure, anything, it’s a damn challenge. I’ve seen a hell of a lot of will-they-wont-they’s, baiting, purposeful ignorance, deliberate fake outs, zero explanations, storylines that basically caused canon disintegration, the works.
In saying that, Dean and Cas were right up there on the list with the other “impossibles” because honestly, I didn’t think the writers would have the guts to do it, but I am so f*cking proud they did. It’s safe to say I’ve watched the scene a good hundred+ times already.
I’ve seen a lot of “controversy” around Dean’s reaction/Jensen’s acting choices and whether or not Dean reciprocates Cas’ feelings, and obviously, I needed to add my own views to the mix.
Just work with me for a minute here.
Dean Winchester is an emotionally repressed trainwreck, and ironically enough, the one that is so full of emotion it hurts to watch. When Cas first starts his speech, he’s confused, really confused because why on earth would Cas start off on a rant now? Billie’s waiting to kill them, he just said he knew something that was more powerful than she was, something that could save them. That’s where he thought this speech was going.
The confusion turns to realisation that it’s a goodbye when Cas starts telling him how incredible he is, how his entire essence is love. Go back and watch the scene again, when Cas says “you’re the most caring man on Earth”, you physically see Dean look down, his eyes searching, he’s actively trying to make sense of what’s happening, he knows what’s coming and you can see him coming to terms with the shock of the words being said to him. He then looks directly at Cas. That look, that was pure shock.
Also, notice how he doesn’t stop Cas from talking? He doesn’t interject, make a joke, doesn’t talk about how there is no time for this now, they’ve got to at least try and stop Billie. He. says. nothing. He listens, he listens like I’ve never seen Dean listen before. Because it’s sinking in now.
When Cas really starts crying, when he says “you changed me, Dean”, you can actually see the pain in Dean’s eyes. He’s no longer in control of his emotions, he’s crying too. He’s never seen Cas like this, so raw, and vulnerable and human. This is the hardest, most emotional conversation they’ve both ever had. They are talking about the one thing that everybody knows, but is never addressed. When it wasn’t talked about, they could deny it, live in the lie. Once it’s said aloud, it’s real and they can’t turn back.
This above series of interactions is the part that kills me the most. The moment Cas says “because it is”, that’s the exact moment of realisation. Look at that last GIF, really look. He’s just worked it out, that he is Cas’ true happiness. He knows what’s coming before Cas even says it. Go back and watch the scene again, they pulled that off so well, the way the music swells at this exact moment. Jensen is giving us everything here, you can see what’s happening in his head - he is Cas’ happiness. He is the one thing on Earth Cas wants and thinks he can’t have. He is the reason Cas is about to die. He knows what Cas is about to say and he’s not sure he’s ready to hear it, not now, not like this. It’s almost a silent plea not to say it, because he knows. Of course he knows. It’s like he can’t quite believe Cas is really, after all this time, finally going to say it.
And because obviously Jensen decided that that wasn’t enough to break us, the loaded reaction when Cas says “I love you” has me nothing but convinced that it’s reciprocated. Because Dean knows. He’s always known. Those tears, that head tilt, that gulp. He’s so genuinely confused that they’re really having this conversation. It’s like he can’t quite believe that this is the reality before him because he’s been living in that denial, in that self-loathing and unlovable layer he believes to be true. He’s been under the ‘what if... but it could never be’ umbrella for so long.
What also makes this real is that there isn’t anyone else around this time. When “I love you’s” have been said before, they have always been able to deflect it, with other people or other words. Now it’s just the two of them. No deflecting, no running away. Dean is forced to hear it, to absorb it, to realise it’s for nobody else but him.
Now, I don’t know if you guys felt this, but when Dean says “Don’t do this, Cas”, he wasn’t just referring to Cas sacrificing himself to the Empty, he’s telling Cas that he can’t just say this, not now, knowing he’s going to die, knowing that Dean won’t get a chance to think, to process, to say what he needs too. I keep staring at that GIF above, Dean is breaking down, I’m almost convinced that Jensen was using an “I love you too, please just stop this” inner monologue for this bit. Look at the way he’s looking at Cas before he realises the Empty has started materialising and turns around. That’s a look of pure heartbreak. Trust me when I tell you, it’s really hard to keep those inner thoughts inside if you’re so in the moment - actually, don’t just take my word for it, read any acting book, ask any actor, it’s so hard to keep that in and sometimes you don’t, and sometimes you do - it’s in both the resistance and the letting go that the gold happens. This my friends, is gold.
Did anyone else hear “Cas, I-”, well, regardless of whether or not it was an “I” or a very sharp breath, the outcome is the same. Dean’s gone into immediate panic mode. The Empty at one end and Billie at the other, and all poor Dean wants to do is gather his thoughts on not what to say but how to say it. I don’t think he comprehended just how little time he had, he was so focused on what was being said that the reality of the situation caught him completely off guard.
Also, I know this post was about dissecting Dean’s reaction, but can we sidebar a minute to talk about Cas as he pushes Dean out of the way? He’s sobbing, he’s fully crying. That hit me really hard, I’ve never seen Cas cry like that, I’ve never seen Misha get to play that level of emotion before and it was the most heartbreaking thing to watch since The Doctor and Rose and Buffy and Spike, to which by the way, I find many parallels between those couples and this scene.
Speaking of crying, that brings me to this: Dean slumped on the floor, ignoring a call from Sam, sobbing his heart out knowing he’s lost everything. Dean-I’m-emotionally-unavailable-Winchester is sobbing. Maybe I’m wrong, but I don’t recall ever seeing Dean cry like this before either, the sobbing was so evident and piercing in that silence. The look around the room, the burying of his head in his hands, that is a classic writers romantic love trope if I’ve ever seen it, they really pulled out all the stops with this one.
So, to summarise, I think Jensen’s choices and Dean’s reactions were absolutely and utterly perfect. They both did it so well that it didn’t break from character that these two emotionally distant and repressed men are in love and finally voicing it. Jensen barely said two words and still managed to cause mass coronary’s across the fandom. That my friends is what you call a brilliant actor. I bow down to the talents of these two amazing human beings.
Before I leave this novel, I have to say there are now a few things I’m going to need from the powers that be to not screw this up, help me manifest this:
1. Dean gets to reciprocate his feelings to Cas in person. So, I’m gonna need Cas back and a very emotional Dean.
2. Dean to be actively dealing with heartbreak in the next episode (unless they decided to bring Cas back that soon, which I wouldn’t put past them at this point).
3. Sam to confront Dean about his feelings for Cas, because out of everyone, he’d be the one to hit Dean with the truth of his fears. Sam knows. Sam is supportive. Sam sees it all.
4. I’m gonna need some physical affection, cause after 12 years of nonsense, we damn well deserve it. A hug, and not just any old reunion hug, a proper, this is different now hug. A kiss because hello, in love out loud now. Forehead touching, handholding, really gonna need the works here.
5. A happy ending for the two of them, one way or another. We’ve never had one, it’s time.
Okay, have at it now, let’s speak these into existence please.
Note: GIFs are not mine, I did not make them, credit to owners who I’m not sure of, but they’re beautiful, thanks for making them. EDIT: I’ve just been informed that these gorgeous gifs belong to @michaeldean and @inacatastrophicmind!
#supernatural#SPN#DeanCas#destiel#deanwinchtser#castiel#15x18#Jensen Ackles#Misha Collins#actor#acting#I ship it#shipper#i love you#spn spoilers#opinion piece#thoughts#my two cents#ships and lattes
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Title: Irritated Arousal
Warning(s): cursing, NSFW, thigh f!cking, sub reader, tell me if I should add more warnings.
Pronouns: They/Them, non specific anatomy
Synopsis: Karl with a reader that gets angry when they’re h word <3
Pairing: c!Karl X Sub! Reader
Word count: 1.7k
Note: unedited* idk why I wrote this? I was just bored one night and couldn’t think of anything else to do.
- also don’t bully the title, LITERALLY couldn’t think of anything better!
- also I copied and pasted this from my notes instead of writing it on tumblr so that’s why it might look a bit weird or different!
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Your head whipped around to stare blankly at the silly boy “what?” You spat out at him as he stared back dumbfounded “why’re you upset, is it because of me?” He poked your cheek innocently and you slapped his hand away.
“Yes! It is- go away!” You waved him off “please tell me what’s wrong! What did I do???” He started nagging at you and pulling at your clothes which annoyed you even more “stop it Karl!” You exclaimed “ah- sorry!” He pulled away and apologised “I just- I’m really annoyed right now!” Your face was tinted with what he thought was anger but was really embarrassment.
You knew how you got when you were horny and you knew the crabby attitude that you were portraying was just a front to hide how desperate you are. You crossed your arms and tried to take it off your mind, trying to avoid Karl as well.
“Come on sweetheart, what did I do wrong?” Karl caressed your cheek and you shivered slightly “don’t do that- I told you! I’m just annoyed!” You pushed him away “would it be better if I let you alone for a bit?” Karl got up to give you some space but you stopped him “Yes! Wait- no? Maybe? ugh- I don’t know!” You held your head in your hands.
Your thought process is literally fucked when you’re horny, most of the time you’re unable to think of things other than sex when you’re aroused. “Can I do anything to make you feel better?” Karl gave a sweet smile, you knew exactly how you wanted to answer that but hesitated.
“Maybe..” you considered whether or not to just straight out tell him, you’d expect him to tease you for being cranky over something so silly. “What can I do for you, honey?” Karl leaned back on the couch “you.. could..” you tried to think of something but your mind only led you back to one thing. Sex.
“AH! You’re a stupid nerd!” You shouted and then stomped off, you were obviously irritated and a bit annoyed but you didn’t wanna say or do anything that would actually be damaging. “Stupid? I’m literally the smartest person in the world” he joked around and you gave him a weird look.
“Aw come on! I thought you’d like that!” He lowered his head, you sighed in defeat. He was really trying to cheer you up even though he didn’t know what was wrong! You may as well tell him your problem, right? I mean he should be happy to help!
“What is it?” He noticed your sigh and came over to caress your face, you lowered your head and buried your face in his chest as you confessed sheepishly “I’m horny.” He gave out a little laugh “sorry- what?” He asked again “I’m.. horny!” Your face was full of embarrassment, you felt slightly humiliated.
“Is that all? I thought you were really upset with me for a moment!” He snickered, his lips pressing to your cheek for a moment. He straightened his back “alright then- we walking back to the bedroom or are you happy for me to take you here on the couch?” You pouted at his question, obviously you didn’t care where he stuffed his dick inside of you!
You didn’t bother to move so he just assumed you wanted to fuck on the couch, Karl got on top of you and started to lean in for a kiss. You snubbed him and turned your head, you still weren’t feeling happy with how long he took to figure out you were horny!
“Still mad? That’s alright, I’ll fuck the happiness into you! Or at least fuck the anger out” Karl kissed your temple lovingly “shut up” you tried not to smile at his silliness “make me!” Karl tried to kiss you again but this time you let him, his lips capturing yours in a passionate and loving kiss.
His lips were warm and soft, it made you melt underneath him- or the anger might just be melting you. You reached up and took a hand full of his hair, using it to deepen the kiss. Your tongue made its way into his mouth, the pink muscle slithering around every crevice of his mouth.
He pulled away for air, his face red and Karl’s hair sticking to his forehead. He was panting and starting to become really sweaty “aw gross! You’re all sweaty!” You complained but he laughed “oh baby, I know you love it!” He kissed your cheek again.
Karl unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off “it’s starting to really get hot in here” he sighed when the cold air hit his body. Karl then took your shirt off for you and inspected your body, the way he looked at it was like he’d never seen it before, like this was the last time and he’d never see it again.
You squirmed under his predatory like gaze “don’t stare at me like that, hun’ it’s making me feel exposed..” you complained lightly “oh I’m sorry darling, didn’t mean to make you feel ‘exposed’” he laughed to himself as he slowly leaned in and began leaving light kisses along your jawline.
You tilted your head back a bit to allow him more room, he smiled against your skin and began to suck a little bit as he kissed your jaw. His hands roamed your chest curiously, pinching and grabbing at the soft flesh. You whined out loud as he groped you up, hands clawing at the couch.
“Y-you’re taking too long..” you voiced your complaints, feeling slightly agitated at how he was testing your patience “just thought you might like a bit of foreplay, forgive me..” Karl caressed your cheek. You slapped his hand away and huffed “I’ll hurry it up now then, pants off please darling” he smiled at you.
You pulled your pants down your thighs and let it drop to the floor, thumbs hooking under the waist band of your underwear and sliding them off as well. Karl leaned back and admired your body, eyes glazing over every nook and cranny.
Karl gently parted your legs, his eyes immediately being drawn to your aching hole. “Oh darling, that looks painful.. let me help you” he lowered his hand down and allowed one of his slender fingers to curl up inside of you. You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand, eyes squinting to look at him.
“Is this too much?” He asked you, you shook your head and decided to be a bit of a brat “n-not enough.” You told him. Karl’s smile faltered for a bit but then returned when he shoved a second finger into you, your hole taking his hand so easily.
Your tight fleshy walls clenched around his two fingers, your breathing became a bit more heavy as you were starting to get close. “G-gonna cum..” you warned Karl “oh? Already? But I thought you wanted me to fuck you..” he pouted at you. You could see that he was obviously teasing you but you still gave him what he wanted.
You opened your legs up more and looked at him through your eyelashes, head tilting downward slightly “I want you to fuck me still..” you spoke quietly. Karl smiled and pulled his hand away from your hole which made you whine, you then quickly dismissed your negative feelings as he replaced his two fingers with his penis.
Karl slid himself into you gently, your hole already being stretched open- sucking him in. You leaned your head back and arched your back a bit, your hips aching from the hold that Karl had on them.
Karl gripped your hips tightly, starting to thrust against you. His balls slapped your ass with every thrust he did, the sounds of skin on skin echoing around the room. You hoped your disturbing noises wouldn’t be heard from outside.
You squealed and struggled to keep your mouth shut as Karl pressed himself deeper inside of you, the head of his cock pressing against your insides. Karl let out a soft groan as he rocked his hips against you, nails gently dragging along your thigh which left light scratch marks.
You couldn’t help letting out a loud moan, feeling much better letting it out than to conceal your pleasure. Karl started going faster the moment you started being more vocal which only encouraged you to stop being quiet.
You were sure the whole SMP could hear the two of you now, heaving sweaty bodies pressed to each other with the sounds of clapping and groaning in the room. Your hands wrapped around Karl’s torso, nails threatening to scratch his skin.
Tears pricked at your eyes gently as you felt what may have been the best orgasm of your entire life about to approach, you tapped Karl and tried to make it clear that you couldn’t hold on for him any longer and you had to let go “g-gonna cum!!” You exclaimed “that’s okay baby, do it for me..” he encouraged.
You let go, cumming around his cock. Juices from you started to leak out of your hole and onto your thighs, making you groan in annoyance “oh perfect.. Baby, you don’t mind if I get off with your thighs, do you?” Karl smiled up at you.
You shrugged and laid down, panting heavily as you tried to catch your breath, feeling a bit sensitive as Karl pulled out of you and slid himself between your legs. His dick slipped between both of your thighs closed together.
He started to fuck himself against you, now only thrusting for his own pleasure and enjoyment “oh thank you, baby..” he moaned out softly. His hands gripped onto your soft plushy thighs, his cock twitching against you which let you know he was about to cum.
Karl shuddered, his hips pausing their movement as he suddenly came; cum shooting out onto your thighs and covering a bit of your stomach. “Ah! Thank you!”Karl flopped on top of you, arms hugging your sweet body “No problem but I’m all dirty now!” You complained “I guess we’ll have to bathe together then, my dear” Karl chuckled before kissing your forehead and getting up to run you two a shower.
#mcyt x reader smut#mcyt smut#karl jacobs smut#c!karl smut#dsmp smut#dsmp x reader smut#dream smp smut#dream smp x reader smut#dreamsmp smut#dreamsmp x reader smut#not requested#smut fic
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Analysis Pro NH Anti NS
Naruto Manga Part 2
Part 7
Naruto has transformed into the Six-Tails with the worst emotions he ever felt after witnessing Hinata getting stabbed by Pain. The seal reactivates as he grumbles in anger and is seen looking at Hinata before doing his next move. (Hinata is the ONLY reason he even transformed in the first place, as he didn’t transform when the old frog died in front of his eyes or when he heard that Kakashi died. This is also confirmed in chapter 490).
He takes the seal in his fist and crushes it before he goes to attack Pain. But notice how he isn’t charging right at him, but he moves to the side instead.
He circled away from her body so that she wouldn’t be caught in the attack.
He then looks at her (more clearly now) and is seen getting more enraged and then fires a tailed beast bomb at Pain.
He outright bitch-slapped Sakura when he was only in four tailed mode and with a stronger seal, but here we can see load and clear that Naruto deliberately didn’t attack Hinata’s body, he actually tries to protect her and is also seen getting vividly more angry as he looks at her body. BUT HE HAD SIX TAILS AND NO SEAL AT ALL. Its true love, no one has ever given him this amount of control when transformed let alone six f*cking tails of it. And this brings me to another topic.
This is Naruto’s reaction to seeing Sakura being in danger of death. ”What are we supposed to do?”. If Naruto ”loved” her he wouldn’t hesitate and say what are ”we” supposed to do, if he ”loved” her he would have activated kyuubi’s chakra out off pure anger and had no hesitation in attacking Gaara. But that’s not the case at all. His fear of Gaara is clearly superior over his concern for Sakura. When Gaara threatened to crush Sakura he hesitated and then screamed ”DAMMIT” before attacking Gaara and then being pathetically defeated.
It was SASUKE who had to TELL HIM to rescue her and then do his speech about his precious comrades before he finally decided to fight for real. So another person had to tell him to rescue someone he ”loved” because he was to much of a coward to do it himself. If Sasuke hadn’t been there Naruto would have either ran away abandoning Sakura or he would have been killed along with Sakura. If this doesn’t prove that Naruto only had a pointless, shallow ”crush” on her i dont know what does.
This right here proves that Naruto wouldn’t transform for Sakura, also if he did care about her as much as the NaruSaku’s like to say then why didn’t he activate kyuubi’s chakra like he did when Sasuke was in great danger on the Great Naruto Bridge? He was more angry towards Neji after his provocations since he immediatly charged at him when it concerned Hinata, but here he hesitated and forced himself to attack Gaara. He had a certain protective instinct when it concerned Hinata (which is also confirmed as stated above with the six-tails) but he had absolutely zero instincts at all for Sakura. Also which stabbing made him react with SIX-TAILS and with the worst emotions he ever felt, and which made him barely react at all? The point of this is to debunk claims that Naruto would transform for Sakura.
This panel here also confirms that Naruto only transformed because of Hinata. Shikamaru also says ”that triggered it, huh”. He didn’t seem too suprised, makes you wonder if he saw something going on between them of panel perhaps?
Naruto doesn’t know what to do anymore. He doesn’t know anything, he doesn’t have an answer for anything. He wants an answer on how to face all this hate. The Nine Tailed Demon Fox tells him to destroy everything that causes him suffering. Naruto was about to go on a rampage and destroy everything that made him suffer, well except Hinata who he could avoid hurting even when possesed by a demon full of hate.
Naruto had transformed into eight tails. He almost completly resembeled the Kyuubi now, only missing the fur. Naruto is seen walking towards the seal. Naruto had reached such a level of HATRED that he willingly lets himself go. He hates Pain so much that he’s willing to destroy himself just to kill Pain. Remember how the Uchiha clan are said to be driven by love and how that turns into hate and gives them more power. Pain has just talked about how love leads to hate and suffering. Hinata declared her love to Naruto, and seeing her get stabbed made him sync up with the Nine Tailed Demon Fox, a being filled with immense hatred. Is there really any doubt that he loved her? Just as Hinata was ready to sacrifice herself out of love, Naruto was willing to sacrife himself too.
Because of how the seal is designed, Naruto is rescued from the Fox by his Father and he returns to normal after their talk. Naruto is informed by Katsuyu that he had caused all the destruction around them after he had transformed. Naruto’s first thought and worry is about Hinata (reminding us why he even transformed like that in the first place). He clutches his shirt near his heart while saying ”did i destroy Hinata or any of the other villagers”. Hinata is the only one he lists by name and everyone else is just the ”villagers”. When he finds out that she’s alive he clutches his shirt tighter around his heart. He clearly cares about her a whole lot. I wonder if Naruto would have turned evil if she turned out to be dead. Considering that he was about to transform into a walking ball of hatred after her ”death” it wouldn’t seem to far fetched would it?
Naruto cries tears of relief and thanks God that she’s alive and that she wasn’t hurt in the rampage. Naruto clutching his shirt near the area of his heart shows that she had a special place in his heart. Hinata is also seen simultaneously thinking about him too and also thanking God that he’s alright. Nice pararell Kishi.
That will be all for now, here are the other parts if you wanna read them.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
Part 8
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A quote prompt if possible- “holy f*cking guacamole?!?” (bc the idea of Vision saying that is really funny imho? 🤣)
"Just stay still for a bit, okay? This'll only take a second,” Tony stated plainly, his face inches away from one of the many projected screens that surrounded him. Vision nodded, his eyes trailing down to the cord that connected him to Tony's computer. The update was unnecessary, but clearly curiosity had finally gotten the better of Mr. Stark and it was only a matter of time before Vision eventually gave in. Vision did exactly as he was told, sitting quietly in the chair next to the large table to held Tony’s primary screen. He watched helplessly as Tony tapped randomly in the air, picking out pieces and wires that seemingly connected his internal workings.
"It's quite alright. I have no place to be." Vision smiled over at him awkwardly, uncertain whether this had been a good idea. Tony had assured him that it would be a quick and easy process, so he had hoped he would keep his word. On the other hand, he wasn’t exactly known for his honesty. Regardless, Vision kept an eye on every move Tony made. He would be the first to know if something was amiss.
Wanda peeked around Tony’s shoulder, curiously scanning the screen. She had followed the two of them down and was adamant that she be allowed to stay despite his insistence that this room was a “boys only” space. Vision knew that was a lie as he had seen Miss Potts down here many a time, but perhaps that had been different. Tony was right about one thing: There were many dangerous objects in this room and it was best for Wanda to not go poking around unsupervised.
"So...what exactly are you doing to him?" Wanda asked, watching intently. Her face gave away just how much she understood what she saw, a concept that caused Vision to chuckle softly.
Tony crossed the room, grabbing a small gadget from the other table before he answered her question.
"Oh you know...just some minor nicks and tweaks, recipes, satellite coordinates, Thank You note generator, upgrades, that sort of thing." His tone made it difficult to pinpoint how much of his list had been serious. Vision had yet to fully understand his sense of humor fully and while he had spent a great amount of time with Mr. Stark, actually processing humor and understanding it was a completely different set of skills. One J.A.R.V.I.S. wasn’t able to fully comprehend.
Wanda squinted, eyeing Vision thoughtfully. "He doesn't really need any of those things, does he?" Vision smiled at her nervously. “I thought he was...pretty perfect.” She smiled back at him, her eyes lingering a bit longer than usual before she caught herself. “Capable of those types of things on his own, I mean...”
Tony shrugged, oblivious to the staggering air that materialized between the two. "Can't hurt. We wanna keep our boy in shape, don't we?" Tony slapped Vision's shoulder, giving a breathy chuckle. Moving to the other side of the counter, Tony created another screen, sliding his finger back and forth in random zig-zag patterns in a way only he could comprehend.
"It's just a regular procedure.” Vision finally spoke up, reached out to grab hold of Wanda’s wrist in an attempt to calm her worries. “There’s no reason to be concerned. Trust me."
Wanda smiled again, looking a bit more relieved. "It's not you I don't trust."
Tony scoffed, releasing a high chuckle. "Oh come on, Red. I'm not gonna hurt him. It's just routine, anything extra is just icing on the cake." He continued poking around through Vision’s programming, scanning numerous lines of command prompts and coding lingo that was being transferred into his system. “Plus, I practically built him. Mentally anyway,” he added, mumbling under his breath as he continued.
"If you say so." Wanda shrugged, curiously scanning the room as she looked at the other tech that filled the tables around her. She wandered about the room, careful not to touch anything that may get her in trouble with the man who was watching her warily from his working position.
Tony kept himself unusually quiet, a fact that began to bother Vision as he went deeper and deeper into his core programming. Something wasn’t right. A fact that became glaringly obvious as he felt one of his internal personality systems shut down. His eyes blurred, gripping onto the table as he felt himself begin to lose balance. A loud whirring sounded in his head, his visual slowly shutting down.
"Except...we may have a bit of a problem," he could hear Tony say.
"What's that? You're routine maintenance not going so routinely." Wanda asked, the two making their way back over to him.
"You play nice or you get a time out. I just uh...I might have...uploaded something with a bit of a bug.” Tony snapped in Vision’s face, causing a strange jolt that woke up part of his system. “Vision, you alright, bud?"
"I-I'm not sure. I-" Vision stuttered, trying to hold himself together. The bug had found its way into his internal processes, ripping apart anything it got its meaty little pixels on. Even with a short scan, it t was impossible to locate just where it was hiding. A sharp pain shot through him, confusion keeping him from locating just where the bug was hiding within his system. Vision grabbed at his face, unable to hold himself together any longer. "Holy fucking guacamole! Can someone please, j-just-" His visuals flickered, keeping him off kilter and only adding to the intensity of whatever emotions were flooding through him.
"Yeaaah that was definitely a bug..." Tony mumbled, running back over to where he was initially working. Frantically tapping on the projection, throwing things back and forth from his virtual monitor.
"Tony. Fix him." Wanda demanded, gripping onto Vision’s shoulder to offer some sort of comfort. “Vis, are you okay?”
Vision couldn’t stop the outburst. Wherever the little bugger was, it was messing with his language processes. "Can you please turn this God damn thing off? Just put it back, exactly how you fucking found it! It's too much. I can't-I can't-" He tried to calm himself, fighting through his inability to finish his sentences. The pain became nearly unbearable, but he had to search for a way to correct the error. Vision activated the anti-virus scan to locate where the little bug had lodged himself. “My systems are overloa-”
"Young man, if you don’t watch your mouth..." Tony joked, clearly not as focused as he should have been and having a ball during the entire interaction. Vision didn’t find the exchange very funny. “Sorry. Not the time.”
"Tony!" Wanda yelled, kneeling down in front of Vision as she kept one hand on him at all times.
Tony pointed directly at her. "Alright alright hey! I don’t do well with a chaperone. Can you back off? Please? Thank you." The scan finally located the little bastard, and with the help of Mr. Stark, it was annihilated. Tony let out a deep breath, leaning against the counter. "Better?"
The pain stopped as his systems began to reboot, restoring his visuals and other senses. Vision nodded, taking a moment for himself before fully answering. Wanda sat quietly beside him, holding tightly onto his hand as he came to. His settings seemed to have been reverted back to their original state before any alterations had been made. Vision ran a quick scan to ensure that the bug was gone for good, only responding once the scan completed.
"Mr. Stark, I no longer wish to be subjected to your particular brand of upgrades." Vision stated, patting the top of Wanda’s hand as a smile reappeared on his face.
"Harsh..." Tony mumbled, turning off his monitor as he gave up on whatever else he had been working on knowing full well that Vision would not allow it after what had transpired.
Wanda looked at him with a worried expression. “Are you alright?”
“Yes, I’m quite alright now. It seemed the bug stowed away into my personality chips and altered some settings.” His eyes had fully stabilized and everything seemed to be back to normal. He would make sure to do more in-depth scans once he was alone and able to fully concentrate, his trust to allow Tony to perform them himself entirely shattered. “I must apologize for the foul language.”
“It’s okay, Vis,” Wanda chuckled. “You weren’t yourself.”
"Maybe that should be yourself. It was pretty funny,” Tony chuckled. “And hey, at least we know now where the party button is.”
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#scarletvision#wandavision#the vision#scarlet witch#tony stark#iron man#rini drabbles#AoU to CW#I loved this prompt so much and I'm so glad you sent it to me#Only one day off and I feel extremely rusty I hope this even made sense lol
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pirate king (45) || atz
The stunned silence brought on by the ludicrous request is broken by Commander Kang actually adding on to that preposterous behest. Even in your own stupefied daze, you somehow manage to hear the next words that leave the commander’s mouth.
“I also want my son, Kang Yeosang.”
Every thought flees your mind all at once, leaving only a barren mental landscape behind, a mere deserted wasteland. Time seems to slow down for you, air turning liquid as the words drift over to you gently like a fallen leaf swirling and eddying on the surface of a still lake. A moment of eerie calm is all you get, before the actual meaning of the words, with all the force of a sledgehammer, smash into you harder than a battering ram.
You’re terrified.
Numb, predatory fear prowls into your mind, nestling and rooting itself there before you can finally register its presence. It’s tormenting you, torturing you. Your base instinct screams at you to flee as fast as you can possibly run before this man can get his hands on you, but your legs are frozen to the deck. You can’t even scream if you wanted to, let alone run, and even if you could, where would you run to?
Your mind is pulled and twisted by fear and anxiety in all directions, but as much as you hate to admit it, doubt wells up in you.
Yes, you know that the crew think of you as one of their own. Yes, you think that they truly do care about you and that they would, under some of the harshest circumstances, never sacrifice you for their own interests.
But in response to this deal? The reward is too enticing, as alluring as fresh nectar to a honey bee. How do you even refuse an offer like this? Hell, you’re tempted to take the deal yourself, even if it means sacrificing yourself in the process. One crew member of the ship for the safety and security of the entire crew? When will you ever get another offer like that?
However noble you may want your intentions to be, though, you know that you’re selfish.
Because deep in you, you’re desperately wishing that your captain turns it down.
No matter how selfish that makes you, no matter what your crew has to give up, part of you is terrified of dying. It’s more than a mere survival instinct, more of a deep seated desire rooting in you. You can’t die, not now, not when you’re nowhere near the end of your journey-
At your own trail of thought, something claws at your heart, so painfully you actually feel it in your body. Shocked panic runs through you at the words that have just passed through your mind, because when you try to figure out exactly what they mean, the pain in your head grows more and more, from a mere throbbing to an agonising pounding of your mind.
Journey?
But before you can think your brain into a catatonic state, your captain speaks up, his voice trembling with fury, knuckles white around the handle of his cutlass as if he can’t wait to slice the man before him into a million tiny pieces. Even if it’s not aimed at you, the incensed, red hot rage is all too clear in his words, sending a shiver down your spine as your survival instinct screams at you to bolt.
“What. Do. You. Want. With. Them.”
Every syllable is shaking with vengeful fury, as if he can’t wait to rain hell’s wrath upon the Commander, but Kang Yongsun merely stands his ground calmly, eyeing the captain with a cool, collected gaze.
“I want my son back with me for personal reasons-” He begins, but San finally snaps, lunging forward furiously before Jongho catches him by the arm, yanking him back even though you can see from the battlemaster’s furious expression, he wants nothing more than to bludgeon the man before him to a bloody pulp as well.
“How dare you call him your son that after you were the one who abandoned him in the first place?” San screams, writhing against Jongho’s grip, his usually calm demeanour completely shattered into smithereens. For such a lithe man, your master is surprisingly strong, nearly wriggling out of Jongho’s hold before the young battlemaster catches him once again. “You f*cking destroyed him when you betrayed him like that! You’re a heartless liar!”
You too, can feel anger rising up in you even through your numb shock. From the little you had glimpsed of Yeosang’s memories, the navigator had truly looked up to his father, loved him dearly though he’d gone years without seeing his face, idolised him, even. When he had been given over to the Pirate King as the object of a deal, you had felt everything within him shatter like glass.
Yeosang had truly almost been destroyed beyond repair.
“It is not my problem that Yeosang was foolish and believed that I loved him.” His father states dispassionately, as if he doesn’t care the least about his only son. Horror and disbelief runs through you as you stare at the man. How can any human being be so… inhumane? “I never told him I loved him, so I’ve never lied to him in the least.”
Your heart drops in your chest. This man…
“Let me go, Jongho, let me kill that bastard! He thought you loved him!” San continues howling in rage, thrashing against the younger battlemaster. You’ve never seen your master in such an uncontrolled manner, and he’s not even drunk. “Yeosang almost starved himself to death the first few months he was on the ship because of this shithole, I’m going to kill him-”
“Mingi, bring San to my cabin and help me keep him there for now.” Your captain says coldly, obviously noting that Mingi’s barely restraining himself from swinging that huge axe and chopping Commander Kang right in half, seething with white knuckled fury. The quartermaster, clearly knowing that he’s going to do something reckless if he stays here any longer, merely grabs San around the middle and hoists him into the air, carrying him away from the main deck to the captain’s cabin, San screaming and swearing the whole way.
“And don’t you dare touch my apprentice! I’ll hunt you down to the ends of the earth and destroy you, you asshole-”
The cabin door slams shut, effectively cutting off the sounds of your master’s fury.
Then your captain turns back to the commander, who looks completely unruffled by San’s accusations and screams. For a moment, you’re actually terrified at how stony this man’s face is. His facade is as cold as ice, to the point it almost unnerves you. It’s nothing like the silent calm Yeosang possesses, but he instead has a far more menacing, emotionless demeanour, as if he’s more golem than you are.
You imagine yourself like that, briefly, for a moment. A body of clay, with silent, unblinking, dispassionate eyes. More soulless than any human being around you.
The mere thought of it scares you.
“And what do you want with Chin Hae?” Your captain then adds on with gritted teeth, barely managing to cling on to his own facade of calm. At the sound of your name, your hands start to shake from fear, but then Yunho takes your hand in his, gripping it tight.
You turn slowly to look at him, knowing that you probably look like the day you had first met, terrified of the death that was ever so imminent in that alley back in Raguza, except this time your fate lies not in your hands, but your captain’s.
Yunho meets your eyes with a nervous, uneasy gaze, but when he speaks, his voice is full of surety.
“Hongjoong-hyung would never give you or Yeosang up, no matter the price.”
And you believe him. Your captain had already endured so much for you and the crew, if not him, who else could you possibly trust with your life? His actions spoke louder than words, with his body he had already shown you his dedication to his crew back in Nassau. With the determination he had plunged straight into the sea witch’s den, you knew he was willing to give up so much for you.
Yes. Your captain would not accept this deal. You believe that, at the very least.
“I cannot answer.” Commander Kang answers calmly, but from his words alone you can tell he’s not lying in the least. “My superior officer has ordered for it, so I obey his orders without question.”
“Like a obedient dog cowed into mindless submission.” Jongho snarls mockingly, grounding the end of his mace against the deck. But Kang Yongsun doesn’t react to the sneer at all, instead nodding in agreement with the statement.
“I do my job as required of me.” He replies, his voice completely devoid of emotion, before turning back to look at your seething captain, his one eye now a bright, venomous green. “But even if you do not give the woman Chin Hae up to the Royal Navy in a deal, we will still be forced to hunt her down anyway. She has a bounty on her head as well.”
At that, Hongjoong actually flinches in shock. You yourself are confused, why would you of all people be targeted specifically by the Royal Navy? In comparison to all the other members of the crew, you’ve not committed as many crimes as they have, so why you?
“How much is it? The bounty.” Your captain demands tonelessly, and Commander Kang opens his mouth to answer.
And with his next words, you feel your mind melt into a puddle of incomprehension.
“One thousand gold pieces.”
You nearly spit blood in shock, and from the way Yunho’s body goes entire rigid, he’s just as stunned as you. One thousand gold pieces, you imagine blearily, as if you can’t think straight anymore. You must be going crazy.
It can’t be possible. You’d heard from Yunho that the bounty on the captain himself is five hundred gold pieces, wanted alive by the Crown. How can your bounty be twice the price of your captain’s?
That’s it. You’re either dreaming, drunk, going deaf or crazy, because you can’t be hearing any of this. None of it makes sense.
Commander Kang continues calmly, as if he hasn’t just dropped the biggest bombshell of the century on every person on board this ship simultaneously. “And our orders are to take her back alive, so you needn’t worry about her being killed in our hands-”
Hongjoong lunges with his cutlass faster than your eye can see.
There’s a clang of steel against steel as Commander Kang raises his blade just in the nick of time to save himself from being split from head to toe by the edge of your captain’s sword. Even for a man well past his prime, the Commander must obviously still be fighting fit, because his arms only tremble slightly when he holds his sword steady against your captain’s overhead slash.
They stand there for a moment, locked in some sort of stalemate, before the two of them pull apart, swords levelled at each other.
You realise that this is the first time you’ve seen your captain in action. Not the playful mock duels that he, Yunho and Jongho have on deck with the crew cheering them from the sides, betting on who would win, but an actual fight in which your captain’s eye is completely cold and calculating, reading his opponent’s every move, predicting every strike. Adrenaline floods your veins from the sheer tension in the air, but you’re frozen with numb shock.
Nobody moves as the two captains exchanged dark looks, charged to the brim with unspoken meaning.
“I should kill you where you stand.” Hongjoong hisses, lips bared in a snarl. But Commander Kang simply smiles through gritted teeth, keeping his blade at the ready for another surprise strike from your captain.
“But I’m the only one who knows why the Royal Navy wants the woman.”
You don’t think you’ve ever seen your captain so incensed.
“Her name. Is. Chin. Hae.”
Whirling around, Hongjoong lunges forward with a flick of his wrist, the cutlass darting out like a snake’s tongue, ready to cut at least some part of his opponent’s sword arm off, but then the hooded man from the side slides between your captain and the commander in the blink of an eye, the longsword in his hands stopping the cutlass dead in its tracks.
The hood falls from the man’s head, revealing soft brown curls, soft, sweet features and a gentle nose, deep brown eyes that seem all too familiar to you even though you’ve never seen the man before in your life.
Why are they so familiar?
Because you’ve seen them on someone else before.
There are three rings braided in his hair, brushing his temple lightly.
Next to you, Yunho freezes, eyes going wide as if he’s seen a ghost. The spear actually goes clattering from his trembling hands to the deck, the sound unnaturally loud in your ears, his face turning white as a sheet as he manages to utter just a single word in disbelief, barely above a whisper.
“Gunho?”
On a ship somewhere in the middle of an ocean, a man sits silently in the cabin with his eyes closed.
He’s so still he might just be a statue, completely motionless. If it weren’t for the slight rise and fall of his chest, he could have been mistaken for a dead body. A minute passes, then two, the water clock in the corner making soft noises as it keeps track of the time.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Suddenly, the man’s eyes slide open, a sinister smile curling on his lips as he breathes in deeply, resting his chin on his fingers, the picture of calm and composure. However, his eyes dance with a terrifying, maniacal light, his deep blue eyes glowing ever so slightly in the dim room with some sort of unearthly gleam.
“The prophecy is finally coming to pass.” He sighs in pleasure, the dangerous purr of his voice like silk dragged across skin. “I knew you would do me proud... my son.”
There’s a knock on the door and he rises to his feet, stepping across the room. Soon, he will be free of all of this, he deserves more, so much more, he’s going to be the one with dominion over the-
“Captain! We’ve caught its trail!”
Twisted, depraved glee rises in him as his fingers dance on the hilt of the silver knife at his side excitedly. He pushes the door of the cabin opening, the sun’s rays crushed under his feet as he steps forward to the main deck, watching the sea of blue all about him.
He drags his tongue against the blade, a deranged grin on his lips as he seeks out his next prey. The sirens are easy targets, but they don’t yield nearly enough.
“Let’s go kill the hafgufa.”
#ateez#ateez fanfic#ateez fanfiction#hongjoong#seonghwa#yunho#yeosang#san#mingi#wooyoung#jongho#w; ot8#w; fanfiction#w; pirate king#ateez pirate king
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Ok, so finished my first playthrough of the story, writing this just as the credits play (that song had to play again aaaa)
Spoilers for the final quest, Singularity!
1. Generally speaking, this whole quest was Endgame kinda sh*t! Especially the part where HEPHAESTUS starts pumping out machines to fight the Spectres and we have to make our way through the battlefield, just wow-
2. The pain of running out of acid arrows while fighting Spectres
3. The fight with Erik was such bullsh*t, mans deals so much damage and he just refused to f*cking die
4. Zo arrived just in time to deal the killing blow, glad to see that a**hole go, he had that coming
5. So we find the truth about the Extinction Signal, turns out noone got it right and this new maniacal AI, NEMESIS was the one who did it, it's angry at the Zeniths and it's taking it out on everyone in it's path, seems that it's on its way
6. Man, the Tilda boss fight was pure, f*cking insanity! Some attacks were impossible for me to dodge, and the fact that I had no materials for acid arrows left and no medicinal plants altogether made me die like 5 times. I was on Easy difficulty even, had to lower it to Story 😑
7. Sylens really was about to bail to space huh-
8. Beta was so happy to see Aloy and that hug, the way it was slightly stiff, but still very much means so much for them
9. Wow, Sylens, is that actual emotion I see on your face?
10. He stayed! And now he seems to be teaming up with Aloy for real! Let's hope that goes well
11.. That epilogue scene was pretty nice, our girl finally has that found family she so desperately needed, it was about time! Well, whatever the world and NEMESIS has to throw at them, they will be ready
12. The new end credit song just now, some altered version of "In The Flood"- I like it, anyone knows what it's called? Eh, it will probably come with the OST
Anyways, I personally really liked the ending, can see why others didn't, it's sense of closure wasn't the same as in HZD, but I guess that's the point? It wasn't really meant to be as satisfying as that one, but what can you do, as the Carja say "By the Sun, by the Sun, we're never really done!"
Saving the world is a full time job, that I can't wait to hopefully finish in the final installment of the Horizon trilogy, because Aloy really needs a break and to find stability and happiness 😊
Alright, I'm going for slow playthrough number two now, that's all!
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Escapism | Patton angst songfic
Characters: Patton, Everyone Else (Though really just mentioned)
Words: 566
Summary:
In the aftermath of the Redux, everything is a mess. Logan and Virgil we’re ignoring Patton, and everyone else was actively avoiding him. He wonder what life could be like when this is all over.
Notes:
This is a re-post of something I’ve already posted, though really only in concept. Since it’s getting redone. Mostly because I was practically living on only a few hours of sleep. So here I am, months later, actually redoing is, while already slightly tired. I guess old habits die hard, but I hope this is better anyways.
@shut-up-its-funny Your cool, thanks for reading this beforehand!
'I guess I have to face,'
'That in this awful place,'
'I shouldn't show a trace, of doubt'
After last episode, everything had been turned on its head. Patton just can't face that this place, once one of the best places in the world to him, is now filled with sadness and broken trust. After everything that went down, no one wanted to be in his company. Roman thought that with Patton taking Janus’ side, he declared Roman as worse, or evil. Then with Logan and Virgil were ignoring him, not unlike Roman, but they both were more ice cold toward him, opposed to Romans Red hot anger. And lastly Were Janus and Remus, Janus was still on edge and still wasn't ready to actually talk to him, And Remus... Patton never really talked to him, He had though of him as the devil after the split, and he still isn't ready to talk about that.
'But pulled against the grain,'
'I feel a little pain,'
'That I would rather do without'
'Logan wouldn't be proud of him but, at this point who is there to be proud of him..' He thought, 'I'm sure not even Thomas likes me, I failed him, instead of fixing my earlier mistakes, I messed up again.' Patton had gone back to repression, Think there was no harm in it. I mean, 'the only reason he was told to sop was because people cared about him, but right now, is there anybody who would like to see me, talk to me even.' he thought.
The first time He almost saw everyone together after that episode, It didn't go as well as he'd originally hoped. First of all, Logan didn't even bother showing up, despite his claims of being completely fine. To Patton's surprise, Virgil came, but basically just ignored e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶o̶n̶e̶ him. Another shock had been Roman, He had come, maybe Patton could talk to hi-. As soon as Roman saw Janus He'd started yelling. Even sometimes yelling jabs at Patton and very rarely, Virgil. At this point, he started his escapism into his mind.
'I'd rather be, free-ee-ee, free-ee-ee, free.'
Maybe someday, we could all get along. Where instead of Roman and Janus laughing at each other, they'll laugh with each other. And Logan won't hid behind what his function is supposedly 'not capable of'. Plus, maybe Remus could find a place for himself up here, it must be lonely down there by himself. He'd definitely felt that this whole time... and so many more things he wished were what was happening now. Then he heard a really loud voice...
'I'd rather be, free-ee-ee, free-ee-ee, free.'
"Don't f*cking talk to me like that, you s*itty snake.” Roman said.
“Now, now Roman, that wasn’t very princely, Though really, What did I expect?” Janus replied with snark.
Patton didn’t realize it up in till he snapped out of his thoughts but, he was full on crying. This reminded Him of Steven Universe, or more exactly, Blue diamond. The was she mourned Pink diamond, it was the same with how Patton mourned for a better time. It was like the mindscape was dying a little everyday, it becoming darker, a husk of the shiny, colourful place it used to be. ‘Hey, maybe we could all watch Steven universe again with Janus someday.’ He though. And there he drifted back into him escapism...
#songfic#sanders side fic#ss patton#patton sanders#angst#hopeful ending#patton angst#roman sanders#virgil sanders#logan sanders#remus sanders#deceit sanders#janus sanders
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石田お寿司 21/11/21 Translation Part 1
This is not the full translation of the stream. I only translated the parts I could understand & interpret or parts I found interesting/important. I’m still a beginner in Japanese, so the translations may not be accurate. If you want to repost, please repost at your own risk.
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(t/n: * at the end of sentence = translation may not be accurate)
Ishida talking about Line stamp
I: I wanna apologise to the staffs at Line. The stamps were disapproved so many times. They kept getting rejected repeatedly. The people at Line were not to be blamed. It was totally my fault. I’ve lost count on how many times I’ve sent them for approval. I got rejected every day.
I: If your stamps get rejected, they’ll send a notification. I’ve sent a request for the stamp approval, and when I looked up the criteria, it wasn’t that strict. But then, I got a notification that my stamps were rejected every single day. I waited for like 2-3days for the text from Line itself, then I got the text saying that I got rejected again. I was really frustrated.
I: How many times did I ask for approval? I think about 10 times. (laughs) I think I requested for like 10 times, then I finally got approved. I was super happy. At last, the stamps got accepted. I don’t really know how they reviewed the stamps. They must have their own method for that.*
I: The reason my stamps were initially unacceptable was…
C: You didn’t know why your stamps were rejected?
I: Yes, I did. I perfectly understood the reason. Contents that show violence probably not acceptable. Not probably, it was properly stated in the criteria.
I: I wanna show you guys why some of the stamps were rejected. Wait a min. I’ll show you the rejected ones. I’ll tell you why they weren’t approved. I could totally understand why. The rejected ones are…
*Searching for the pics
C: It’s a rap battle after all, so it’s unavoidable.
I: I thought so too. The rejected ones were from the 2nd match, and why was that? Wait, can I show it to you?
C: So, there are criteria for it.
I: Yes, they have. If not, people can just make all kinds of stamps. I’m grateful that there are criteria. The criteria exist to protect its contents. It’s so that people like me, who disregard some absurd rules, won’t be allowed to create ridiculous stamps. That might be the case.
I: Let me show you.
*Showed the 1st image
I: This one is, of course, from Animal Rap. This a panel that I cut to make a stamp. This one was acceptable.
*Next image
I: This one was also acceptable. Armandillo. “Don’t abandon your family, idiot.” Idiot is still tolerable.
I: Initially, I just sent the stamps to Line without making any changes. I thought I wanted to create the stamps as they were. I cut the panels and sent them to Line.
*Next image
I: This one was okay as well.
*Next image
I: This wasn’t. “Ok. No pain! Monkey kick the f*cking -“. It’s probably due to this word. It seemed like the word “f*cking” wasn’t okay. The f-word was unacceptable.
I: What did they tell me again? “Designs that depict violence or are unpleasant to others are inadmissible”. They didn’t specify what constitutes those though. They replied to me, stating something like that there’s some trouble regarding the pictures I sent.* They stated that the pictures depicted violence and unpleasant contents. But apart from that, I don’t really know why they were rejected, since they wouldn’t tell me. It’s something I have to figure out by myself.
I: Maybe any f-word isn’t- but then I got scared. I thought the word “wasps” or “shit” were also not allowed. In the end, I cut the picture up until “Hey Yo!” since I was scared.
*Next image
I: This one was okay, I think. But then, it’d look weird if only one stamp was small, so I made this small as well.
*Zoomed the image
I: I did it like this. You can check it out later.
*Next image
I: This was okay as well.
*Next image
I: This! This is the one! This got rejected. Know why? Do you guys know the reason? This is easy to figure out. Do you know why it got rejected?
C: Chicken Ramen.
I: That’s right. That’s correct. It’s Chicken Ramen. This part. “If anything, I’m Chicken Ramen!”. That wasn’t allowed. (laughs) This was a problem because I didn’t have the right to use the trademark. I just find out about it. It’s pitiful.
I: Let me show you the Animal Rap stamps that are currently on sale. It was such an effort. To make the stamp was super easy, but to get them approved…
I: Is it like this? Okay, can I show them like this?
*Showed the approved stamps
I: The stamps became like these. I cut out some parts. Chicken Ramen wasn’t allowed. Then… The allowed one is this.
*Muttered the rap line.
I: This seems acceptable. It became like this. Darkness initially wasn’t accepted.
*Next image
I: Then, There’s no problem with Solo’s one.
*SY’s comment appeared.
I: How is it going, SY?
C: I’m gonna have my dinner. It’s been a while. I was lonely.
I: Were you? (laughs) Well, well… Have a good evening.
*Next image
I: This one also wasn’t allowed. The word “shit” probably was unacceptable. The other words seem okay. It sure wasn’t because it’s a cheetah, and therefore dangerous, right? Probably because of the word “shit”. I cut it until the “speed’ part. I made it safe for work.
*Next image
I: This one wasn’t okay! (lol) I can’t accept it was rejected. (laughs) The rap goes “Shoot down the count, I’m rhyme gunman!! With this magnum, I slaughter with ease.”
(t/n: Do forgive the translation of the rap. I am in no way good in rhyming, so I just translated it normally.)
I: Apparently, the word “slaughter” wasn’t acceptable. (laughs) I see. I thought only words like “shit” or “F*ck” aren’t okay. Slaughter is also the same. Well, obviously. There’s none anymore, is there? This particular sentence (t/n: refers to the sentence about slaughter.) may possibly, say, trigger people about the mass shootings in America. I’m not sure though. The word “murder” or “kill” are unacceptable.
C: Were all these moderated by human?
I: They did this manually. I’m not sure I’m allowed to reveal this, but they properly checked each content. That’s why I feel really bad. People are the ones who manage the contents.
C: It’s troublesome than writing manga.
I: Manga is also the same. Manga is way more troublesome.
*Next image
I: This count pic was okay. The other one wasn’t.
*Next image.
I: This was also okay. I cut it because I thought it looked cuter that way.
*Next image.
I: Kotaraw was also okay. I like his expression.
*Next image
I: This porcupine is also… (laughs) This person was also acceptable. Who’s this person again? (laughs) He isn’t Armandillo, right? Spike! He’s Spike. I just remembered. Sorry. I have weak memory.
*Next image
I: Mingoleg was also okay.
*Next image
I: This one was okay. The next image had a problem.
*Next image.
I: This one. The word “kill” wasn’t allowed. There were two words that weren’t allowed in this. The word “kill” and the F-word. So, they didn’t accept this. Too bad. The last sentence on the right side was the only line I didn’t cut.
C: The word “fillet” was also not allowed?
I: Surely it was. The F-word was the unacceptable one.
*Next image.
I: This one! Do you know what’s wrong with this one? When I noticed it, I was like “I see.”
*Reading comments
I: F-word is generally unacceptable.
C: But the cut-out stamp was cute, so it’s all good.
I: That’s right. Do you guys know what’s not okay in this pic?
C: the word “Snorlax”.
I: Yup. Snorlax. This name wasn’t allowed. Probably the name, since it’s copyrighted. Many of Armandillo’s stamps weren’t accepted. It’s not his fault though.
*Next image.
I: Was this okay? Yup, this one’s good. He’s a good boy.
Part 2
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MARIS AQUARIUS K!NKTOBER DAY 6: Dio Brando (wax play) TW: nsfw, s*xualy explicit ,slight cuckolding, candle wax.
its kinda short im f*cking tired
“Oh how cute, my pets are playing so well together ”
He watched your back arch as he dripped more candle wax on your body. Bringing the flame close to your skin when you got too loud for his liking.
“If you don’t start behaving in front of our guest I’ll give you something to scream about”
You tried to quite yourself as you felt another set of eyes run up and down your naked body, your back pressed up against Dio as he held your arms behind you all while he sat on his throne. Now there was nothing you could do except sit and squirm as your fellow agent stood ready to take Dio’s commands
Vanilla ice barged in one the both of you and now he was there to stay. Dio had seen both of you lusting over him for quite some time so he decided to have to both of you, Now.
Dio knew that he drove the both of you mad. Following Dio’s orders on how to please you.
“Start with your hands and mouth ice~”
He spread your legs open and started fucking you with his fingers as instructed, spitting on his fingers as they entered you. You moaned against him as he worked your insides trying to get more stimulation by grinding against Dio’s knee. He let out a low snicker as he felt you become hopelessly overwhelmed with satisfaction, Letting more insatiable moans escape your mouth as the mix of pain and pleasure consumed you. Dio finally freed your hands as you finally push ice’s head back down in between your plush thighs, his hands grip you in return as he pushes his tongue deeper, Moaning vague obscenities into your sex while you grind against Dio’s leg. Dio poured one final molten strip of wax down your spine pushing you over the edge
“Drink them up ice and I’ll let you watch us.”
Dio couldn’t give Ice the time to respond before orgasm saws your body in half gushing and spilling out into Vanilla’s mouth , clutching his soft hair. your fingers go limp, your body still buzzing as Ice gives your thighs one last squeeze leaving gentle breathless kisses along the way
“I guess its time I reward you, dearest.”
Dio unzipped his strained latex pants and waves over vanilla Ice in a “come-hither” motion
“Could you lend a hand Ice? mine is very full at the moment.” Dio squeezed your thigh as Vanilla began working Dios cock. You look at Ice’s flushed face, panting like a bitch in heat. You were pulled out of your thoughts by Dio pushing back Vanilla Ice and pulling you into his lap
“Look at the both of you, your admiration is so endearing yet so pathetic.” Dio’s foot began to twist into Ice’s cock causing him to groan in deranged pleasure. The image of you on Dio’s lap, ready for him to fuck you on the throne was a sight that would have made Caligula blush. You felt Dio’s cock pry you open before slamming inside you. Your body still hot and feverish from your previous orgasm you felt yourself become shamelessly undone as he fucked you
“ah! Dio please fuck me! claim me! Ah! fuck!”
you pushed your hips against him as he vigorously fucked up into you. watching him twist his boot into Vanilla’s cock causing him to buck into his boot. he moaned as he let his eyes feast on the spectacle of you getting railed by dio. everyone was on the brink of ecstacy, riding each other out until you gave into grave hedonism.
“I’ve trained you both so well.”
Dio’s praises only coaxed your body into taking in more pleasure This intense heat was rushing over your body, building in your core. Dio’s cock buried inside you as you watched Vanilla grind against his boot. Your orgasm approaches at mind-numbing Fervor rushing up your body. slamming you down on his cock, while tending to your fellow agent. You couldn’t take much more of this he’s was just that fucking good to the two of you.
“You may cum now my pets~”
#JJBA#dio brando#jojo stardust crusaders#stardust crusaders#vanilla ice#kinktober#k!nktober#n/sfw#n/sfw text#not sfw#not s for w#under the cut
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𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: Wilbur Soot
𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: he/him
𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: physical pain descriptions, paranoia, overdose, hospitalization, alarms, descriptions of hallucinations
𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎:
this is the 2nd part to my 7 part series of making all of the songs from YCGMA into short stories! this one is for saline solution, hope ya like it! :]
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One, two, three and four
The seconds tick by on the clock in my workroom. The sound sensitive LED border of the clock lights up whenever I cough. I find it hard to breathe, the wheezes between breaths are loud, so I take a puff of my inhaler sitting on my desk next to my pc. It’s been difficult to walk lately, I’ve made a steady recovery but my legs sometimes feel like the pores are being replaced with lead- heavy and cold. Despite this though, I make my way over to my bedroom. My roommate isn’t home yet, despite how late it is. The walls of the hallway echo my footsteps, the pain I’m in not reflecting with the sounds.
‘I need to take my meds…’
My room, surprisingly not as messy as I thought. Clothes here and there, an undone bed, but overall everything is where it should be. My legs shuffle into the bathroom connected to my room, locating my paracetamol and prozac.
Click, click!
I think this time I'm dying
I open the paracetamol with ease, it hypnotizes me. Quickly opening the prozac, my breath becomes jagged- confused. Water flows after the pills, hindering the struggle it would have been, but I feel the same. Panicked and afraid. What's wrong with me? Do I need more? Is there something else? I'm scared, pissed off and lonely-
‘I'm overthinking this.’
But am I? Nonetheless, nothings happening. My legs still feel like hell, and the cold invisible hand is pinching the skin behind my neck, but when I claw at it nothings there. My eyes distantly shift to the pill bottles on the counter. I can feel myself trying to look elsewhere, but my general focus is on the pills. I need more.
I'm not melodramatic
Just 1 more of each should do. Just to be safe. I'm just being safe!
I'm just pragmatic beyond any reasoning
Better safe than sorry, right? I take another drink of water and wait for the relief to set in, but it never does. My legs are aching even more and the fact that there's no effects is just making me panic more. What's wrong with me? Why isn't it setting in fast enough-?!
For thinking I've got f*cking rabies or something.
More. I need more. Maybe that's the problem, I'm just not taking a high enough dosage! I look down at each of the bottles, reading the label for the prescription.
“Take 2 per day when symptoms arise. Contact your psychiatrist if a higher dosage is needed”
‘I know what I'm doing.’
There's something wrong with me, I can't bother contacting anyone. I need relief now. Out of impulse, I down both of the bottles and drink more water to allow the pills to travel with ease. Then, I just wait.
I think this time I'm dying
Pain shoots up from my stomach and sprouts to my head like a sapling. The room morphs and shifts and scrunches up like clay. Am I in a dream? I look down at my hands to pinch myself, shaking, blurry and full of vibrant colors.
I think this time I'm dying.
F*ck.
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I think I've lost my mind.
The world morphs and moves without my eyes permission. My stomach hurts more than my legs do. The reflection in the mirror, a pale, sad and confused blur. The pain isn't going away, it's growing worse and worse. Pins and needles pricking and scraping along the inside of my abdomen, there's millions of them. Every deep breath I take is a dulled stab into my chest. Was the original concern as big as I've made it now?
Blurring the fact and the fictions
Everything is so unreal. Why did I do this again? Where am I? My memory becomes a flickering bulb, dying out from being strained of its power. My concept of time and object permanence is foggy, but that's how I know something is wrong. But what? Am I blowing things out of proportion or is this bigger than a prescription?
While simultaneously fixing myself up with a girl named panadol.
I looked down at the empty paracetamol bottle, I did the right thing- right? My intentions feel like they've been beaten and whipped with a fork, scrambled and confused with each other. But I did what I did, it still hurts though. A pang of regret stabs at my throat for a second, but the desire for relief overrides it.
Bite the tablet, elixir
The elixir! My hands swiftly open the cabinet again, desperate for elixir. I quickly find, it- half a bottle of elixir should do. As quickly as I found the bottle, I downed half of it and quickly drank more freezing cold water from the sink.
Disintegrate, mouths a mixer
That's 3 different types of pills. 3 different remedies! I'll be alright now, right? I should be, but I can't stand steadily anymore. My arms are violently shaking and my legs are about to drop. The sight is horrifying, everything is flickering from absolute darkness to furniture and walls melting like an ice cube. Am I blinking? I can't tell.
I think I've lost my mind
I can't handle this. Am I in mild pain or are things dire? I want the pain I had before, less overwhelming. I have no control anymore. The front door opening and closing shut was barely audible for my ears.
“Wil? Sorry I came home so late, I had a client come further into the day.”
My legs give in, and a loud THUMP rumbles through the house as I fall onto the tiled floor of the bathroom. I feel the satisfaction of my eyes rolling into my head as my eyelids stay confused on whether or not to close or to stick open to stay alert.
“Wil?! Wilbur are you alright?!”
Her footsteps rush to my room and into the bathroom to see my frail and hurt body on the ground with the pill bottles strewn on the counter.
I think I've lost my mind.
“WILBUR!!”
She rushes to my side and drops to her knees. Her shout was so loud, it made me snap back into the present. After checking my pulse and checking if I'm still breathing, she frantically digs through her coat pocket and dials 999.
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If I could just break one more night
I can hear my roommate crying distantly after hanging up and putting away her phone. I don't understand...why do I need an ambulance? I was helping myself, wasn't I?
Maybe I could wake up and feel alright.
I could have gotten past on my own if she hadn't found me. I would have been just fine. I'm tired, just in general.
I optimistically set my alarm clock time
I had something to do today? I forgot. I can hear my alarm clock from my bedside table blaring at me, screaming at me to get up. There was a subtle jolt of excitement that shot up my neck, or was it anxiety? Fear? Adrenaline? Denial?
Serves only to mock me with flashing lights.
The sound seems to go on for longer, despite my roommate rushing to turn it off. Its turned off, but I can still hear the sound of it echoing through the room, bouncing into my ears. My hands raise to cover my ears, but the sound just gets louder and louder. I haven't gotten up yet.
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I think I've made my choice
Everything is jumping around slightly, the paramedics in the ambulance looming over me, reaching for tubes and clear pouches. I feel something warm on my right hand, my roommate is sitting there with my hand in hers while trying to keep herself together.
“Don’t worry Wil, they're gonna fix you up and you'll be just fine...!”
She says it like she’s trying to reassure herself more than me- she's more worried about me then I am for myself. One of the paramedics sitting next to her speak up with a clipboard in hand.
“You said he overdosed?”
“Yes, I came home from work and there was a loud thud from his bathroom. I ran over and he was barely conscious on the floor with pill bottles all around…”
I’m a deceased playing victim
I...I overdosed?
How did I not notice? No no, there was something wrong with me, that's why I took so many! But...was I wrong? I was just scared! I didn’t know that this would happen, its not my fault!
Slip the face, slip the victory.
I can't run away from myself, I’m my own shadow. I was scared. I am scared. This is all my fault. I took the pills, no one forced me to. It was me who did this. But, I’m not too angry with myself. Despite my impulsive actions, I don't hate the situation I've thrown myself into.
I think I’ve made my choice
If I don't make it out of this, I won't be disappointed. If I do, then that's alright too. I dug myself into this, so don't I deserve to suffer the consequences?
Sit secluded in hatred
I’m such a bother to her, this is the second time she's had to deal with me like this. The hospital probably hates me, but I won't bother to apologize. I meant what I did both this and the last time I was sent there, they shouldn't be helping me. But I’m not suicidal, I insist.
Void the plans friends are making.
I shouldn't have set my alarm. I would have stayed asleep, made things less stressful. Why did I even set my alarm? Nothing special was happening today, I don't have plans with anyone and the only thing I was supposed to do today is work, and that's later in the day. Most of my friends don't even like me that much, they don't invite me to places or acknowledge me so can I even consider them friends? The only person who even tries to pay attention to me is…is…
I think I've found my voice
“I...I’m..-”
My roommate quickly looks down at me when she hears me speak. Her eyes show it all, shocked and relieved. Her skin is still puffy and red around her eyes, but she doesn't bother to hide it.
“Thank the lord your alright...what were you thinking?!”
She speaks in a hushed tone, intending to not startle or overwhelm me more than I already am. She doesn't deserve this, my paranoia and issues aren't hers.
“I’m...I’m sorry..”
I hear my voice for the first time in a while, it's gravely and dry. She looks down at me and her features seem to have softened.
“We're almost at the hospital, you're gonna be alright.”
I'm a leech sucking blood bags
I've been living off of her this entire time. My hardships were always nonexistent, weren't they? All of my tolls were never mine to begin with, her generosity is what she replaced it with. And this is what I'm giving her, more and more to deal with. But she doesn't have to, right? It's her choice, it's her fault. I'm not guilty.
Taste defeat, it's a sandbag
As soon as the vehicle stopped, I was urgently rolled out the back and rushed into a hospital room. I can hear the doctors and nurses arguing back and forth rapidly, one after the other.
Saline solution
I hear from the wad of voices.
Hm, so they're desperate as well it seems…
My mind decides not to bother with their procedures, instead I just leave it all to them. It won't be on my hands if they fail after all, right?
Saline solutions to all your
A set of doctors rush into my hospital room while a nurse rolls in a cart filled with who knows what for me. IV tubes are hooked up to a hanging pouch and attached to my arms.
Saline solution to all your
My eyes are squinted from the obnoxiously bright lights scattered in the hospital, the white walls making me develop more of a headache. My head flops to the left, seeing my roommate outside the window in the hallway. She's pacing around frantically with her phone up to her ear. I then turn my head to the right to see a slightly foggy pouch of saline hanging above me, the IV tubes connecting the liquid to my internal damage.
Saline solution to all your…
One of the doctors helps me drink a small amount of the saline solution and then hands me a small trash can. My stomach is crying and screaming in pain and mercy. Tears prick the corners of my eyes from the guttural pain, but it'll be out of my system soon.
Problems.
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