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average-egirl · 1 year

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Today's my b day! So here's some little birthday hcs. I wrote this at 4am so sorry if the grammar is bad lmao.

Birthday headcannons

Tw: mention of sex in Asmos and levis, mention of blood in bps, nothing else.

Characters: Jane the killer, Nina the killer, Bloody painter, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Vincent Sinclair, Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus.

Jane the killer

First of all she's a very busy woman but she would never in a million years forget your birthday.

She luvs you too much :)

She would get you a dress/shoes/some kind of accessory.

Probably something leaning towards the gothic style.

Would get you your favorite kind of cake and sit in your room while you too eat it.

Slightly more affectionate on this day.

Nina the killer

Of course she wouldn't forget your birthday!

You silly silly goose.

She would get you some plushies.

By the time she gave them to you she had already given them a name and social security number.

Would get the other creeps to help throw a surprise party for you. :))

She's already very affectionate but it's like 5x as bad on your b-day.

Bloody painter

Helen would definitely remember your birthday.

Your the best thing to ever happen to him after all.

He would make a painting of you and give it to you as a gift.

It may or may not be made out of your ex's blood.

I hc that he can bake so he would make you some cupcakes. <3

Normally he's not super affectionate but today he's a little more clingy.

Michael Myers

This man would not remember your birthday 💀

He wouldn't get you a present either.

Okay okay he MIGHT throw some pads at you. Tough luck if you don't use them.

Ain't no way in hell he's gonna so much as look in your direction. 🥲

Overall 0/10

Jason Voorhees

Obviously bby boy would NOT forget.

He's way too sweet.

Would get you some flowers along with random things he took from victims.

And probably a condom he thought was chocolate.

He can't bake :( BUT no worries because pam can :)

He's just as affectionate as any other day.

Vincent Sinclair

Just like everyone else on this list he wouldn't forget.

You lil cutie. <3

He would make a little wax figure of you as a gift.

He might also draw some lewd pictures of you and him.

With the help of his brothers you would get a barely edible cake, but it's the thought that counts.

Normally he's not very affectionate, and today's no different.

Mammon

He probably forgot until the day before honestly.

Once he remembers tho he would immediately run to get everything needed.

He would get you some very expensive jewelry.

Did he go into even more debt to get it? Yes. Does he care? No, not really.

He and his brothers through you an epic birthday party.

Very affectionate. Like always.

Leviathan

He wouldn't remember until like three days before your birthday.

He only remembers because of his brothers tho.

He got you an awesome anime figurine and some video games.

+ He probably got jealous seeing you hang with his brothers so- BIRTHDAY SEX.

Again, he and his brothers through you an epic birthday party.

Just as affectionate as any other day.

Asmodeus

He wouldn't forget, he never forgets.

TRUST ME HE NEVER FOR-

Your present is...Sex.. tbh you should know that tho.

What do you mean you want a real gift? He is the gift.

Aaand once again, He and his brothers through you an epic birthday party.

He's always incredibly affectionate. and hot.

#its my birthday #writing #headcannons #creepypasta #slashers #Obey me #Jane the killer x reader #Nina the killer #Bloody painter x reader #Michael Myers x reader #Jason Voorhees x reader #Vincent Sinclair x reader #Mammon x reader #Leviathan x reader #Asmodeus x reader

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vincent-cyborg · 2 months

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Oh, would you look at the time....

#vincent edgeworth #vtsom #vincent and the secret of myers #vtsom vincent #“its my birthday soon....”#“I dont mind too much if nobody remembers...”

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writing-good-vibes · 2 years

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just means there's way more cake for me

in honour of the terrible twins, i present to you a vague and unreliable account of some of bo and vincent's birthdays throughout the years, until they finally make it to 23. divider by @ suckgirl. WARNING for angst (who's surprised though, really?), mild depression and maybe implied child neglect?

Lester only half-remembers when he first realised that Bo and Vincent had the same birthday. He must of been three or four and, as his mother lit the candles on the twins' birthday cake, he asked "Why Bo 'n Vin only got one cake?"

Bo and Vince are stood on the other side of the counter, scuffing the toes of their trainers while they wait for mama to tell them what to do. They perk up at the sound of their names

"Because they're twins, sweetheart," Mama says, tone clipped.

Bo walks around and picks Lester up beneath the armpits, holding him high enough to get a full view of the cake on the counter. The frosting is baby blue, the lettering -- Happy Birthday, Bo and Vincent -- is immaculate. "Yeah, remember, Les? Me 'n Vince were born on the same day."

"So, only one cake?" Lester asks again.

Bo's lowers him back down gently and his baby brother blinks up at him with curious eyes, waiting for his answer. There's a waver in his voice when he finally speaks, "Yeah, Les. One cake." He doesn't mention that he doesn't exactly think it's fair either, but mama wouldn't like that. He's already told he's ungrateful enough without something else to add to the list.

When the candles are lit, mama calls daddy in from the living room and turns out the kitchen lights.

Only mama and Lester sing Happy Birthday, their father remains stoically by the door to the kitchen. Lester hasn't quite mastered the words yet, so he stumbles through his rendition a beat behind their mama. It's the thought that counts.

The smell of smoke still drifts through the kitchen as the twins sit at the table and eat their neat slices of cake. Mama is putting the rest of it under a cake-cover. Their father has gone back to his office.

Midnight.

They've been up all night, talking about nothing and everything and school and the future, but a heavy silence had fallen over them in the few minutes before the hour. When the clock on Bo's bedside ticked over to 12, they both released a breath they didn't know they were holding.

They wait another minute, then another, as if making sure they really made it. Every year felt like they'd stolen it somehow. Like at any minute things would be cut short because this wasn't meant to happen. Eventually Vincent rolls over onto his side, settling down to sleep. Bo follows suit, falling asleep with his twin snoring softly in his ear.

They say grace before dinner that night, and mama adds a line about how they're also thankful for God blessing them with another year of the twins' lives. She's included this line on every birthday since they could remember.

Vincent doesn't believe in God anymore. He doesn't really believe in anything, come to think of it. He and Bo still share a birthday cake, and when they blow out the candles after dinner, Vince isn't sure who he's meant to be wishing to. He doesn't think wishes are real anyway. 16 years of wishes and precisely none of them have come true.

Bo believes in God. When he and Vince blow out their birthday candles, he still makes a wish, even though God hasn't pulled through on any of his wishes before. Or any of his prayers, come to think of it.

Bo is at work on their birthday. Working late, too. It's well past dinner by the time he gets home.

Mama's gone to bed, she has a headache. Daddy's out of town on business. Vince and Lester are sat in front of the TV.

Lester twists around to lean over the back of the couch, watching Bo as he sheds his jacket and toes his boots off at the door. "Bo!" he greets. "How w'work?"

"It was work," Bo replies. He's been pulling overtime. His shoulders ache as he rolls them back, trying to release the knotted muscle between his shoulder blades. "How w'school?"

"It was school," Lester says, then chortles with laughter at his witty repetition.

Bo walks around to the couch, ruffling Lester's perpetually messy hair as he passes before sitting down heavily between his brothers. He props his feet up on the coffee table. Even his regular shift at the mill were starting to feel longer and longer.

The cake had already been cut, after dinner but before mama went to bed. But Vincent goes into the kitchen, brings out a single slice with two glowing candles in it. Bo rolls his eyes, as Vincent half-grins.

"Do the honours?" Vince asks, gesturing at the candles.

Bo grins back, "Well, if you insist, brother mine."

He eats his cake in front of the TV, watching MacGyver and with Lester leaning his head on his shoulder. If this is the start of the end of his adolescence, Bo supposes he can't complain.

Later, when they're cramped together in Vincent's bed, Bo whispers, "Thanks for savin' me some cake."

Vince nods against Bo's neck. It was the least he could do. He's going back to Baton Rouge tomorrow, it's a shame they couldn't spend more time together.

Vincent wants to be upset. He wants to feel the full sting of it. Bo is carrying their cake out to the darkened living room on a plate and Vincent wants to cry at the mockery of a party Bo has pulled together for him. For them. It's always them.

But Bo is grinning, illuminated only by the flickering birthday candles, and for once he's trying. He's really trying to make this easier on his brother. It is Vincent's -- their -- first birthday since dropping out of college, after all.

"Happy birthday to us," Bo starts, placing the cake down on the coffee table. He sits down beside Vince on the couch. "Happy birthday to us."

Lester chimes in, "Happy birthday, Bo and Vincent," as he sits cross-legged on the floor by the coffee table.

"Happy birthday to us," Bo finishes.

"Happy birthday to us," Vincent repeats, his lip pulling into a resigned smile.

When Bo nudges his elbow and says "Do the honours?"

Vincent nods automatically, leaning forward and extinguishing every flame in one go. Bo is trying, he reminds himself.

Lester claps. He always was more excited about them celebrating than they ever were. Maybe it's the novelty of it all that captures Les' interest, seemingly captures everyone's interest.

As Lester jumps up to flick the lights back on, Vincent thinks about their last birthday. About bars and boys and music that rattled the window panes and about how he drank too much and about how Bo wasn't there. Bo hadn't been able to make it down to Baton Rouge.

Long after Lester has gone to sleep, the twins are still awake, squashed together in Bo's bed that had become too cramped for the both of them years ago. It's then that Vincent lets himself cry. Even with his arms tight around Bo, he can't stop himself. Maybe it's because of Bo. Of course, it's because of Bo; it's always because of Bo.

Bo doesn't say anything. Doesn't turn around. He grips Vince's hand tighter in his own.

The twins weren't going to bother with a cake this year, they told themselves. They didn't have time, they couldn't agree on one and they'd never cared about their birthday to begin with. But, with a week to go, Lester was still asking about it, insisting he could pick something up for them, no trouble at all. As usual, they cannot agree.

The big day arrives and the cake that Lester delivers to their kitchen table isn't exactly perfect, but it's something. And, surprisingly, it is exactly what they both asked for. A chocolate cake, frosted half in caramel and half in vanilla. Funny, no one had thought to do that for them before. There are only two candles on the cake, the fancy ones in the shape of numbers. A two and a three.

As Lester drawls his way through a rendition of happy birthday, Bo and Vincent shuffle in their seats, forever unsure of what to do while all the attention was on them. Beneath the table, Bo fumbles with his cigarette packet, nudging Vincent's knee to offer him one too. Vincent hasn't had a smoke in a while; he's trying to quit. Well, cut down, at least. Well.

Lester's singing comes to an end and Bo and Vince lean forward to light up their smokes with the candles. Lester frowns as he processes the scene, then he lets out a chortling laugh.

The twins sit back. Bo breaths out through his nose, turning away from the cake out of a practiced politeness.

"Brother mine," Vincent gestures with his cigarette.

"After you," Bo insists.

They lean forward again, and with one puff the candles are snuffed out.

#bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #sinclair twins #lester sinclair #house of wax 2005 #ahhh not my best work but i really wanted to put something out for their birthday #my horrible. terrible twins #i love them so much #alt title: a story in cake #there's something so normal and domestic about a birthday cake #and the way it keeps coming up even when they're pretending not to care #its this one thing they can do for each other on the one day that is solely theirs

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radio-ghost-cooks · 1 month

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do u ever sit there and hope that Van Gogh knows how much he's loved and admired now? that millions of people will clamor thousands of miles to see one of his works? that he's a source of inspiration for so many artists? that my friend got me a necklace with a print of Starry Night in it? that if given a time machine, my first mission would be to cook him a feast?

#hi its 10pm and i'm crying over Vincent Van Gogh #happy birthday vincent :]#i hope you're doing well

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totentnz · 7 months

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not me hopping on the wiki to check when vs birthday is (i remembered it was in october) and finding out they are 23 in canon? where did i get 27 from?

#sammy says shit #i swear to you i was convinced 27 is canon #not that it matters #but it makes me look like a fool talking about how v is already old enough to have done this and that #which also doesnt matter bc my v stays 27 lmao #its october 12th btw #i also thought fem and male v had different birthdays? am i tripping?#did they change the wiki?#oh i see german wiki is different #and it says 27 on there #as well as vincent and valerie having different birthdays #that is actually so funny #why is it different

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chikaoofka · 2 years

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BOO its vincent day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#IS HIS BIRTHDAY. LOL. LOL!!!!!!#(his birthday 9/9 . sometimes u gotta reduce to 1)#i accidentally fell asleep for like 4 hours was worried i wasnt gonna get this done on time #then i DID its ALL OK IN THE WORLD #vincent mode #:3 #ikea art section

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hereissomething · 2 years

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happy PETER VINCENT day ♡

HAPPY PETER VINCENT DAY!!🥳

#its a national holiday today #the birthday of fright night!#happy birthday to peter vincent's theatrical debut!#this is such a cute snap of the beter aaa

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skamenglishsubs · 14 days

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Subtext and Culture, Young Royals, Season 3, Episode 4

Last episode ended with Simon coming home to a smashed window, this episode starts the morning after, Simon takes the bus to school, while Wilhelm is anxiously waiting for him.

Culture: At a high school level in Sweden, there's national tests in Swedish, English, and Math. Like everywhere else, the purpose of these tests is not only to grade students, but to align all schools across the country to combat grade inflation.

Blink and you miss it: Vincent is trying to cheat by looking at Nils' answers.

Blink and you miss it: Vincent draws a dick in the gravel while waiting for the others to be done with the test.

Subtext: This entire episode is overflowing with examples of privilege. For Vincent, and many other rich kids like him, studying and learning doesn't matter, they'll graduate regardless, so he doesn't care about the exam, he only cares about the graduation party.

Cinematography: Even with Felice and friends being completely blurred out in the background, you can still see Stella and Fredrika turning to look at Sara, and then turning their backs on her.

Culture: In the US, a lot of people are using "socialism" as a catch-all phrase which means politics they don't agree with, regardless of its actual ideology. Likewise, in Sweden, a lot of people use "communist" in the same way about generally left-wing politics, which is what Vincent is doing here.

Subtext: Wilhelm asks Simon if he can reconcile the conflict of dating a royal while being anti-monarchy, but the real question is of course if Wilhelm can reconcile the conflict in himself.

Subtext: This is where the show's political stance shines through, and this argument, that Wilhelm wasn't allowed to choose his life for himself, is the main argument they're gonna use in the finale.

Subtext: Wilhelm is weakly defending the monarchy, but just ends up repeating what his mother told him; it's a privilege, not a punishment, but does he believe it himself?

Subtext: The letter-to-yourself plot is mainly there in order to help August along his redemption arc, but here the show is using it to reinforce the point of the previous scene. Who does Wilhelm want to become? Does he have a choice?

Culture: In Sweden, Säkerhetspolisen, SÄPO, is the government agency in charge of national security, which includes providing security and assigning bodyguards to the royal family.

Subtext: Note the great use of passive voice here by Farima to avoid taking responsibility for the decision to force August to join the birthday foundation event. She's also expertly bargaining with Wilhelm to get what she wants.

Subtext: We know it was the far-right assholes who posted comments to Simon's videos a couple of episodes ago.

Blink and you miss it: Jan-Olof really perks up when Linda talks about moving to Gothenburg, because that would probably mean the end to the relationship between Wilhelm and Simon, which would solve all of his current problems.

Subtext: Like Farima, he bargains with Linda and Simon to get what he wants, for Simon to stop posting things to social media. It's almost as if their strategy was to do nothing at the start, waiting for things to blow up so they could swoop in, help out, and start making demands in exchange...

Blink and you miss it: The option to inactivate and hide your social media account is right there, but of course Simon has to choose to delete everything, because it will cause more drama and anguish.

Blink and you miss it: Fencing! Woohoo! I did fencing for five years as a kid until 8th grade or something, but I only did foil, and not épée like these students. I have absolutely no idea where these two are coming from or going to though, where would they practice? Is there a hidden fencing hall somewhere on the grounds that we haven't seen yet? How many kids at Hillerska are fencing? Also, he's carrying a practice blade and not an electric competition blade, so that checks out. Of the three types of modern fencing, épée is unique in that the entire body counts as a valid target, while in foil only the torso counts, and in sabre only the upper half counts. Oh wow, it looks like the gear is now wireless and every fencer carries their own indicator lights. Cool! Back in my day you had to be strapped in with a cord for competitions.

This tumblr is now about French School fencing. Allez! Touché!

Subtext: The narrative is that it's perfectly ok for the crown prince to be gay, as long as he's not gay gay.

Culture: The show keeps saying this, but in real world Sweden it's no longer the case. Supporting los jibbities is viewed as a completely mainstream and inoffensive opinion, on par with supporting human rights in general.

Subtext: Another example of privilege is being in a position to do a lot of good, and then just not caring about it. Simon is fighting for the causes he believes in, so seeing Wilhelm just casually throw it away is extremely disappointing for him.

Subtext: Unlike Vincent, August is actually a natural leader, someone people listen to, which is why he manages to quiet down the room when Vincent is unable to. Maybe a good quality in a future king?

Subtext: Simon is continuing the argument from before. Wilhelm could have shown solidarity with mental health causes or LGBT causes, but chose not to. However, he immediately decided to join in solidarity with the other rich kids protesting the school rules, which is rather selfish.

Subtext: Colour theory! Sara in purple, because part of the reason she's back at school is that August asked her to? And Simon in yellow, because he sure isn't loving Wilhelm very much right now.

Subtext: Just a reminder that Sara has actually been completely out of the loop since the end of season 2. She has no idea about the school rules, what's happened at home, how it's going with Simon and Wilhelm, or what's happening at school.

Blink and you miss it: Fredrika is so close to stop striking as soon as she's threatened with repercussions.

Subtext: I keep hammering this point home: The culture is in the walls, it's not something some of the kids made up. The visiting alumni were also hazed as new students and kept it going as third years. Same for the parents of all these kids. They're all part of the system, they all kept the cycles of abuse going, because they want the school to be like that.

Subtext: Privilege is thinking you can get things your way with almost no effort. None of these kids have ever struggled or protested something for real and then not been given what they wanted, so they seriously believed they'd win immediately.

Subtext: Another theme of this season is bringing secrets out in the open. We've all seen August struggling with body dysmorphia and an eating disorder since season 1, but no-one has ever called it out and put words on it, until Simon immediately recognizes it and calls it out.

Subtext: ...while the rich kids are just stuck in denial, because eating disorders is for poor people or something, it's not something that happens to them. And if it did, you certainly wouldn't admit it to anyone else.

Subtext: August tries to jokingly fend off Nils because he doesn't want anyone to know that the letter actually meant something to him, until Nils pushes too hard, and August punches him.

Subtext: Vincent talked a big game about striking in solidarity, but when they're caught as hilariously unprepared as they are, they're not pooling their resources in solidarity with each other, and instead resort to selling them to the highest bidder. Capitalism in a nutshell, illustrated perfectly by the behaviour of spoiled rich kids. Also, pet peeve, the English word for the currency of Sweden is "kronor", not "crowns".

Lost in translation: They're actually repeating a single word in Swedish, "svikare", which is pretty hard to translate. The verb, "svika", is a bit worse than letting someone down, but not as bad as betraying someone. The adjective, "besviken" typically means disappointed. So "svikare" means a person who is letting other people down, disappointing them, or betraying them.

Subtext: The culture is in the walls of the place, but the kids are also pretty damn complicit in continuing all the shitty traditions. This looks like a game of strip poker or truth or dare that went off the rails and just resulted in more bullying, with everyone joining in.

Subtext: The other girls are upset with Felice because she broke the code. You don't snitch to outsiders, you don't tell the truth, you keep up appearances.

Blink and you miss it: Henry won the potato chip auction, happily ate the entire bag, and passed out in a chair, clutching the bag. Mmmm, sourcream and onion.

Subtext: Speaking of closing ranks towards the outside, this also applies to this strike. It would be bad PR for the school if anyone outside found out that it happened, so it's better to solve it quietly and discreetly. Vanessa can trust the kids not to snitch. Vincent is also right, the parents, who are paying the tuition fees, are on their side.

Subtext: Felice can't be seen talking to Sara, so she checks that the coast is clear, and then drags Sara into a private bathroom to have their conversation.

Subtext: Likewise, Sara was probably Felice's first real friend.

Subtext: Nice little foreshadowing. I would have loved seeing Simon's drawing though!

Subtext: Well, he could have just made his social media private, but the show has to maximize the drama, so here we are, piling on more examples of how Simon is losing himself to the monarchy, that maybe he can't reconcile the conflict.

Subtext: Erik spent three years living at Hillerska, of course he wouldn't have told his then twelve year old kid brother about all the shit going on at the school. August spent an entire year living with Erik at the school, seeing what went on first hand, so of course he knows a side of Erik that Wilhelm doesn't.

Subtext: August has been trying to keep his mouth shut and avoid Wilhelm, but since they have yet another fight, he decides to drop the bomb about Erik to hurt Wilhelm.

Subtext: Again, the culture is in the walls. This is not something that only Erik's class did, once. It's probably been happening to all the boys for decades. It happened to the current second-year students, it happened to Erik, and lots of students before him who kept this shitty initiation tradition going.

Culture: Let's talk about the gay porn hazing a bit more. To me, this is an urban legend. I heard about it when I was a teenager back in the 90's, but I don't personally know anyone it happened to, or anyone who did it to anyone else. It was always hearsay, it happened to a friend of a friend's brother, or a classmate's cousin's friend or something similar, as is typical of urban legends.

Let's also make one thing absolutely clear: It doesn't work. The homophobic idea behind this shit is that if you are forced to watch gay porn and get a boner, you are gay, and if you don't, you're straight. But that is actually not true, erections don't work that way, and the fear of being found out is quite the boner killer. Also, what if you like guys, but the guys in the porno aren't your type? There's just so many ignorant misconceptions behind this idea.

I've also seen a lot of fan comments that keep playing into this ignorance; that the only reason Nils decided to stop the tradition was because he obviously failed it. Or that the only reason August is against it is because he failed, and the only reason he failed is because he's secretly not straight. No. Remember that the test doesn't work. Nils probably passed, despite actually being gay. August might have failed, despite being completely straight. Regardless of what happened, they both found it humiliating, and that is why they made a pact to stop it.

#young royals #young royals subtext #young royals analysis #young royals season 3

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butiambatman · 1 month

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"Drawing is the root of everything, and the time spent on that is actually all profit."

Happy Birthday, Vincent.

#vincent van gogh #its vincents birthday #quote #art #painting #impressionism #post impressionism

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yellowbunnydreams · 5 months

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The Blood Runs Thicker ~vampire!William Afton x F! Reader~

~Yes yes, you read the title right. I'm that maniac who is going to write about a slightly more perverse maniac than usual. This was slightly inspired by stumbling across some of the ancient parts of the FNAF fandom and fanfics in general (Remember Vincent and his toast?), and that weird period in fanfics when everything was either set in the apocalypse, adoption fanfics or vampire tagged. And I saw that and went 'what if our favourite murder man got the vampire treatment?' So here we are! May write more to this, but I just wanted to write something different and potentially a bit humorous and dark in places compared to 'Bunny Ears'.~

Tag-List; @ruh--roh-raggy

CW:Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 50's), acts of violence, biting, knifeplay, blood, blood-drinking/licking, vomiting/retching, mention of dead children, anaemia. The suit stays ON

You weren't entirely sure why you had taken on the job at Freddy Fazbear's pizza, but you supposed it was a little bit of your morbid curiosity that had driven you to a place like this.

You were too young to have grown up with Freddy's, but you knew of the dark rumours and mysteries that surrounded the place and the company that had tried to sweep it all under the rug repeatedly. Missing children, presumed dead, whispers of haunted animatronics, a killer in a mask who evaded capture and death repeatedly no matter how many times he was burned to the ground. It had piqued your interest, so when you had seen the ad in the newspaper for a night-guard at the old location, you couldn't help but jump at the chance.

Shining your flashlight around the main dining area, you swore that shadows moved on their own accord in the dingy room. Clearly once a place of joy as prizes remained unclaimed in the prize counter, birthday hats lined the tables on faded confetti patterned table-cloths like they were simply waiting for the party to turn up despite the thick dusty cobwebs that strung between each of them. Even the spiders had long since passed away.

Heading back to the security office, you plopped yourself down into the office chair, hearing it creak slightly as your weigh settled into it. Wheeling over and throwing on the breaker to get the security system up and running according to the instructions that had been left for you. The woman in the careers office where you had gone to express you interest seemed shocked when you'd agreed to take the job.

'We have to legally disclose that there have been...disappearances...with the previous guards.'

But something had called you there, and you weren't going to ignore that siren song of curiosity.

Flicking through the monitors, you noticed that one of the animatronics had moved its head slightly, looking towards the camera instead of straight ahead. A smile quirked at your lips as you looked at it.

"So maybe you're not so worn down after all this time after all." You murmured softly, wheeling over to the door and checking the corridor for any signs of them moving towards you yet, but spotting nothing of the sort. Humming quietly as you pushed yourself back to the monitors. Pausing as you saw that all three of the main stage animatronics had turned their heads towards the camera instead, lifeless eyes boring into your soul as your hands hovered over the controls.

"Are you trying to talk?" Whispering to air as you felt a chill creeping down your spine. Almost as if you were being observed, although the theory was ridiculous and you knew it logically. Head tilting as you looked at the animatronics, trying to figure out what made them suddenly pay attention.

The sensation of being watched grew stronger, making you turn around to confirm to yourself that you were alone in the tiny office. Seeing nothing but dust and faded posters from the hay-days of Freddy's that had remained miraculously intact after so long. Checking the cameras again, you noticed that the bear had moved off of the stage. How it had done so silently was anybody's guess, but you assumed it wasn't natural, whatever it was. Looking down the hallway again as you wheeled yourself over, you could see two white pinpricks in the darkness, slightly taller than you thought the bear was perhaps. But you hadn't exactly measured them in case you had to compare by animatronic height and eye colour to determine who was knocking at your door.

"Alright, so Freddy's coming to play with me." Voice soft as if it would disturb things that weren't there should you speak any louder. Checking the monitors again, noticing that the other three seemed to be moving about a bit more, moving through various places in the restaurant as if searching for something. Looking closer however, you realised that they weren't quite searching, rather, the way they positioned themselves, it was like they were trying to move away from something you couldn't see.

Where there more ghosts than you had heard from the stories? You weren't sure, but looking back down the hallway, your heart pounded uncertainly in your chest as you noticed that the eyes were closed in the dark. Barely lighting enough to notice a slight flicker to them as they stood on the edge of the darkness ending at the end of the hall. Almost as if it was afraid of the light.

Glancing back at the monitors, you frowned as you counted four animatronics on the screens. Freddy and Bonnie looking towards the cameras, Freddy's head tilted slightly and mouth partially open as if to say 'look at me'. Your eyes flickered back to the hallway, back to the monitors. You were staring at a fifth, one you hadn't seen and that had moved as silently as the grave, approaching when you weren't looking.

Motion at the edge of your vision forced your eyes away from those piercing silver ones, watching the light catch the glint of something metallic at around mid-thigh for the thing at the end of the hall. Confusion written on your expression before it moved a little more, revealing the long thin edge of a blade in the light.

It felt as if your pulse suddenly stopped as your body froze up in fear. More so than the thought of animatronic monstrosity coming to kill you, this thing was too human, too real.

Leaping from your chair, you slammed the door shut as you saw the thing moving towards you quickly. Screaming slightly as the weight slammed into the door and made you slide across the floor despite all your body weight pressing against it. Hearing something like a low growl glitching out on the other side of the wood as it seemed to crash into it again. Your boots sliding across the tiled floor as you desperately threw your weight against it, panic making bile rise in your throat as you struggled to breathe whilst adrenaline set in.

It stopped throwing itself against the door, and you wondered if it had gone. Before the part of the door next to your head exploded in splinters, making you scream in shock, another punch coming through and finally revealing a glove-like yellow hand. The fingers all too articulate as it reached in and started to grab for you, forcing you to move away and release the weight pressing back against the door.

Finally, you were forced away from the door and it slammed open, hearing the wood crack as it slammed into the edge of a filing cabinet. Your eyes wide as you remained on the floor, breathing heavy as you watched a yellow rabbit standing in the doorway. The white eyes boring into you, seeming to flicker over your face with a low chuckle as it watched your fear. The knife in it's right hand twirling around with some skill as it stepped slowly towards you, menacingly.

You decided in that moment that you weren't going to die in a corner like a coward.

Yelling, you managed to push yourself to your feet, launching your much smaller size and weight against the thing's stomach, hearing something like a grunt and then a sickening click of metal before the sound of it ripping through something soft. The rabbit suit doubling over in pain as an electronically mixed scream ripped from within, lacing over the very human one from within the suit. You didn't want to know what had given way as you managed to shove it to one side slightly, writhing your way past it and into the dining room.

The other animatronics were nowhere to be seen, and you were grateful for that as you ran for the front doors, trying them and swearing that they were locked. Your keys in the office where the screams had stopped. You weren't turning back however, and you turned around, searching for your next exit. Spotting a corridor with the 'fire exit' sign faintly lit up over it, sprinting towards it as if it was your last hope.

Until a searing pain erupted in your thigh, making you scream and fall harshly onto your stomach and shoulder, grunting as you hit the floor and knocking the wind out of you. Looking at your leg, you saw the knife sticking out of your thigh, hilt deep and you swore you could feel it scraping your femur as you tried to weakly move the leg. Hand hovering around it as you wanted to pull it out but you knew it would potentially bleed you out if you did.

Looking up, the yellow rabbit stalked towards you, you noticed one of the pieces of its ear was missing, giving it an oddly lopsided look, and the fur around the muzzle had somewhat worn and decayed, leaving a permanent grin on it's face.

"Well well, aren't you a pretty sight for sore eyes?" It's distorted voice chuckled, wheezing slightly as you noticed that blackish-brown staining had started to seep onto the suit from the bottom of the torso, whatever you had heard snapping inside clearly striking flesh and making it bleed.

"Please, please don't." You begged, still trying to crawl away and screaming as it moved unnaturally quick again, grabbing onto the knife in your thigh and pulling. Tears streaming down your face as you sobbed, feeling the adrenaline mixing with so many other things in your body as you tried to beg for your life. Only eliciting a chuckle from the rabbit as it looked down at you, crouched besides your weak body as twisted the knife, making you see stars of pain as you cried out again.

"Oh but I was just getting started. It's been a while since anybody's run from me. You've really made me want to hunt, but you did hurt me." It spoke darkly, pulling the knife from your thigh and making you cry out, hands automatically moving to the wound and trying to stop the bleeding. "You know, I think you punctured a lung, you little brat." You could hear the wheezing more clearly now that it was closer, that sickening sucking, crackling sound that you instinctually knew was the sound of death.

"We'll die together then." You laughed bitterly, spitting at the suit before you heard the laughter rising from it's chest. A full blown laugh that glitched out the voice box inside and made it double over itself eerily before the person inside the suit was wracked with coughs, watching bloody spittle coat the teeth of the suit as the person inside clearly wasn't joking about you taking out their lung.

"Oh sweet thing, if only it was that easy to kill something like me. You've just picked how I'm going to kill you instead, that's all."

You shrieked as one of the heavy knees planted into your thigh, crushing your fingers beneath the weight, feeling the warmth of your own blood blooming against your jeans and the fabric of the suit, making your fingers slick with it. You watched it toss the knife to one side as it forced you to lay on your back, your breath being restricted by the heavy weight of it's hand on your throat as the other hand worked on ripping your blouse open on one side. Exposing your shoulder to it. Confusion running through your woozy, adrenaline overloaded mind before its hand adjusted on your throat. Forcing you to look the other way by gripping your chin and exposing your neck and shoulder to it.

Clicks could be heard from just above you, and as the weight bore down on your smaller body, you whimpered. Feeling sudden warm breath against your neck before a slick tongue ran up the side, making you squirm uncomfortably as your hand weakly struck out at the suit. Hearing a chuckle next to your ear as you swore you felt the brush of stubble against the sensitive skin of your jaw.

"It's nothing personal, you understand don't you? I can't help myself when I have something so pretty to eat right infront of my face." The voice was no longer distorted, but rather deep and gravelly, sending a cold chill sliding down your spine as suddenly your enemy was all too human, too alive. Heart pounding wildly in your chest as you still continued to fight. Hands scrambling for purchase, your one free leg kicking out and trying to catch anything to maybe force the crushing force off of you.

The breath was back at your throat, the feeling of stubble brushing your throat, hearing an animalistic snarl before the hand on your chin moved to cover your mouth. Filling your nose with the scent of old fabric and faintly hot pennies as searing pain flared down your shoulder and neck. Making you scream into the hand as you felt the hot wetness against your skin, almost like the man in the suit had his mouth clamped down and was biting into your shoulder. A sucking sensation against your skin, head feeling light and eyes beginning to roll back before the weight suddenly lifted from your body. Allowing you to suck in desperate breaths as you struggled to orient yourself with what was happening.

Retching, you heard retching and more clicks, the shuffling of fabric. Trying to sit up, you managed to prop yourself onto your elbows before you collapsed onto your side instead, able to faintly make out in the dim lights of the restaurant as the man in the suit knelt by your side. Retching as he clung to his stomach. The rabbit's head sat up on a table nearby and what you could now see was a glove discarded onto the floor. His fingers in his mouth as if he tried to dig the taste of you out of his mouth, prompting a weak chuckle from you. His eyes snapping over as he growled lowly. Baring bloodied teeth, his canines perhaps longer than you would have thought, but your vision was still swimming.

He crawled over to you, picking you up and making you groan despite the fact he kept you sat on the floor for the most part. You could sort of make out features as you struggled to focus your eyes, seeing a masculine face and the dark hair around his mouth, now smeared with red. He shook you harshly, making you weakly whimper.

"What the fuck did you take? You taste disgusting!" He hissed, making you furrow your brows and chuckle despite the fact that you wanted to close your eyes.

"I....I don't think humans are meant...to...consume...human blood." He shook you again, making you groan as your eyes rolled back and he shook you again, fingers digging into your shoulders with bruising force as you felt his tongue run against your neck again. Shuddering at the feeling before you heard him spitting.

"You're fucking anaemic? Great, my first victim in two weeks and I get the anaemic with the bad diet."

"Hey!..." You quietly protested, brow furrowing more as you still tried to fight against the insinuation that you were somehow lower quality than his other victims.

"Hold on, little stupid blood-bag. I'm not going to let you go to waste, you have to pay me back for the fucking lung." The voice growled and coughed again, making you feel the warm splatter across your face as he didn't bother to cover his mouth. Feeling the arms slip under your body and your head span more as you seemed to be lifted up. Groaning and going limp as you felt tired. Too tired to keep your eyes open, and cold suddenly too.

The rhythm of his steps made it all too easy to close your eyes however, and you didn't remember anything else as you laid in his arms life a bloodied sacrifice to some old-god.

#springtrap #springtrap x reader #steve raglan x reader #steve raglan #william afton #william afton x reader #william afton x you #william afton smut #fnaf movie #fnaf x reader #vampire william afton

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slasherhoe87 · 1 year

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🥧Slashers' Favourite Dish their S/0 Makes for Them🍲

Short and sweet. Just a little idea that popped into my head while watching Masterchef Australia

Feat. Brahms Heelshire, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers (OG / Peepaw / RZ), The Sinclairs, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Harry Warden, Thomas Hewitt

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

English Sunday Roast: pork roast with crackling, peas, yorkshire puddings, golden roast potatoes, roasted carrots, green beans and a boatload of brown gravy

Dessert? sticky toffee pudding

JASON VOORHEES

Cheesy Tuna Noodle Casserole - his mom made this dish for him all the time and he loved it

Dessert? lemon bars - another favourite of his that bring up the precious few good memories he has of his childhood

MICHAEL MYERS (OG)

Ground Beef Lasagna with extra white sauce

Dessert? pumpkin pie with a big dollop of vanilla cream

PEEPAW MYERS

Meatloaf with a side of creamy garlic mashed potatoes and roasted mix veg (its all easy on the teeth 😁😂)

Dessert? strawberry & rhubarb pie

RZ MICHAEL MYERS

Full Thanksgiving Dinner: roast turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, green beans, corn on the cob, dinner rolls, mix veg and lots of brown gravy and cranberry sauce (he remembers his mom when you make this and is flooded with good memories of her and him together)

Dessert? pecan pie

BO SINCLAIR

T-Bone Steak with a Loaded Baked Potato and Corn on the Cob as a side

Dessert? banana split

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Rump Steak with a Mixed Mushroom Sauce and a side of Sweet Potato Fries

Dessert? dark chocolate brownie with a scoop of mint ice cream

LESTER SINCLAIR

One-Pot Smoky Beans and Roadkill Meatball Stew

Dessert? ice cream sundae

BILLLY LOOMIS

Spaghetti Bolognaise with lots of Red Sauce

Dessert? chocolate lava cake - he likes watching the chocolate sauce spill out of from its middle

STU MACHER

Pepperoni Pizza

Dessert? birthday cake flavoured ice cream in a sugared cone with tons of sprinkles on top

HARRY WARDEN

Fillet Steak with a Red Wine Sauce, Garlic Parsnip Mash and Roasted Green Asparagus as a side

Dessert? black forest cake

THOMAS HEWITT

Chili Con Carne - likes it with ground beef you purchased from the butcher or with more... questionable ground "beef" - as long as you make it, he loves it

Dessert? peach cobbler

#brahms the boy #brahms heelshire #jason voorhees #michael myers #og michael myers #peepaw michael myers #rz michael myers #stu macher #billy loomis #ghostface #harry warden #thomas hewitt #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #slasher headcanons #slashers #slasher fandom #slasher community

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erial-c · 16 days

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redacted headcanons if they were filipino 🇵🇭

please bear w me and my scattered thoughts😭 also credits to @pandoraroid for the vincent hc it's so real

- when the shaw pack gets together they do the family gathering thing of making the kids have a dance competition for money

- angel doesn't know how to commute (public transportation) and david would have to come along with them on a jeep to help them learn

"davey ikaw pumara para sakin please nahihiya ako" "kaya mo yan, dali lalagpas na tayo oh"

("davey can you make the jeep stop please i'm too shy" "you can do it, cmon we're gonna miss our stop")

- at a jollibee birthday party david would always help the shaw kids win the "bring me game" . that shit is SERIOUS for him i would bet

- milo would overdress all the time . kahit anong ganap he will be layering IN SPITE of the heat. he'd also be called "estetik" and he HATES IT .

(estetik: from aesthetic, used to make fun of people who dress up)

*(kahit anong ganap: whatever event there is)

- also, milo and sweetheart ukay-ukay dates perhaps. . . . but i think they'd both get carried away because they'd be blessed by the ukay gods and forget they were ever on a date

(ukay-ukay: secondhand shops in the ph!! mainly clothes)

vincent and lovely . aircon humor x kanal humor CMAWWNN. the vampire houses alone r so extra and fancy vincent would for sure have the conyo/filipino rich ppl accent too like.

(vin telling lovely abt his first summit): vin: "ok so inisip ko like, paano ako gaganti kay william during the summit, right? so i decided i was going to show up looking like as the, pinaka-antithesis of what he wants me to look like."

lovely, absorbing nothing of what he just said: "HUY antithesis???????"

(vin: "ok so i thought, how am i gonna get back at william during the summit, right?; ...looking like the (most)antithesis of what he wants me to look like.")

(aircon humor: humor associated with wealthy people, priv school kids, "out of touch" humor

kanal humor: "public school humor" , vulgar and relatable

conyo: someone who speaks filo+english in a pretentious way, mostly due to being raised wealthy . idk they always have that rich ppl accent)

- i can't imagine guy being filipino no matter what i do. however, i think honey is for sure filo (projecting) and they wld have a complete filo friend group . honey wld still have that gruff exterior but their walls r down, and their friends would joke that honey and guy r the "nonchalant x oa" pairing and guy wld have NO clue what they're all talkin abt.

(oa: over acting, usually used negatively to call someone dramatic, but with the "nonchalant x oa" it's kinda similar to the introvert x extrovert trope)

- when honey brings guy along to hang out w/ their filo friends, he just looks at them mesmerized 90% of the time they're all talking . afterwards, when they ask abt it, guy says that honey is way more expressive when they speak in filipino and he thinks its rlly cute (IDK. I FEEL THIS ONE IN MY BONES .)

- i also have a hc that honey likes to draw so . stem strand/course to art course pipeline baby (many filipinos can relate🔥🔥🔥)

general idea / kinda just a joke but honestly it'd be so hard to allude to being a vamp in the philippines .

"pag natamaan yung balat ko ng araw, nasusunog ako" "beh nasa pinas ka, lahat tayo nasusunog"

("when the sunlight hits my skin, i start to burn" "beh you're in the philippines, we're all burning")

#if you saw me post this before no you didnt #i may have projected with the honey hcs but we won't speak on it babes #IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN THE LOVELY ONE #its like when someone says a big word #and someone else repeats in a higher tone to make fun of it #because its a word not commonly used in conversation #alam nyo un diba😭#HUYYYYY #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #philippines mentioned #redacted david #redacted milo #redacted vincent #redacted guy #redacted honey

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wispyhearts-heaven · 1 year

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Slashers Finding Out You're Married

Your old family friend, the slashers, finds out that you're married when you have a run-in with them.

Minors: Do Not Interact

Warnings: Abduction, slashers being slashers, death, hinted Stockholm Syndrome, Hoyt being Hoyt, use of the word whore but meant to be gender-neutral

Slashers: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Brahms Heelshire and Thomas Hewitt

Bo Sinclair:

Out on the town? He probably didn't know it was you. He's too focused on getting back home.

If you manage to find your way back to Ambrose with your partner, he might be a bit too into character to notice it was you.

But if you get him by himself?

"Bo?" You ask, his name ringing in the garage as you step closer to him, the weight of the ring on your left-hand finds itself to be two times heavier now that you know. "I can't believe you're still here."

"Fuck, Y/N. What are you doing here?"

It's when your partner walks up to you and presses a kiss do you see the recognition and warmth from Bo's face melt away.

Bo either does one of two things:

One: throws the closest, sharpest thing at your partner, painting you in their blood; or

Two: continues on with the southern charm and waits to corral you off to his basement.

At this point he doesn't care how he gets you, he just needs to get you away from this asshole

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent would have to care about you on an extreme level to not turn you into wax, because at this point, you probably would've had to cross Bo.

Bo, if he knew about Vincent's feelings for you, would (depending on his mood) tell Vincent your married, or would wait for you to tell

Either way, you're kind of screwed

Any happiness of seeing Bo, Vincent and/or Lester has disappeared as he shakes when hearing the news that you're married.

They won't kill you, no, you mean too much to Vincent.

But that doesn't stop them from keeping you chained up underneath the House of Wax, or in Vincent's room.

You'd forgive them eventually, your SO was holding you back.

Lester Sinclair

Won't kidnap you, but he also won't not tell you or your partner about what lies ahead of you in Ambrose

Of course, he will ask (read: plead) with Bo and Vincent to not kill you. They can do whatever they want with your partner but please, don't kill Y/N.

It's a good thing that Bo and Vincent know who you are, so it's easy to move you away from your partner.

Vincent shows you the House of Wax, Bo deals with your partner and the car.

All of a sudden, halfway through your tour of the House, Lester comes running in, saying that your partner drove out of Ambrose in a hurry

"Y/N?" Your name rings out, muffled only slightly by the wax walls. You look down from the balcony to see Lester, who looks back up at you, suddenly relieved. "I'd thought you'd left without saying goodbye."

"What? Lester. I wouldn't do that why would you think that?" You ask as you walk down the stairs, careful not to trip.

"Your car, left'in a rush and I thought-"

"What?" Lester sees your heart shatter and you stumble a bit. Lester catches you and pulls you into him, telling you its okay as Vincent slinks off.

You might be broken for a while, but Lester's there to put you back together

Brahms Heelshire

You hadn't seen Brahms since his eighth birthday when his house burnt and he died.

But when you saw the advertisement in the paper about the Heelshire's needing a nanny, you couldn't help your curiosity.

Even though your partner wasn't exactly keen on you leaving, you couldn't turn away from the opportunity.

It had been years, so Mr and Mrs. Heelshire certainly didn't recognise you

Honestly, Brahms didn't recognise you either, not with his mask, the walls and age in the way

It took the Heelshires leaving and you breaking down in Brahms room for him to recognise who you were

"I'm so sorry Brahms." You cry as you hold on to his doll. "You deserve so much more than this. I wish-"

"Y/N?" It's his kid voice calling out for you from behind the walls and you quickly turn towards the sound.

"Brahms?"

Any hope of you going back home has now vanished.

Partner? Oh well, you are definitely stuck here now

Brahms will not allow visitation, you are solely his, and the idea of you leaving? He will guilt trip you.

If your partner tries to come to the manor, Brahms will kill them, even if you try to explain who it is

He doesn't care if you hate him after he kills your partner, where else can you go?

Thomas Hewitt

Yeah, it's going to sting.

You probably grew up around there and would have had to have been one of the only people to not make fun of him for existing

Luda Mae loved you and often invited you over to the Hewitt household, but you and Thomas played outside.

You had been taken away with your family as the town started slowing down and moved to the big city

When you'd come back through, it's likely a honeymoon or travel for an anniversary. Something that makes you want to see what's left of your hometown.

Your partner is slightly adverse, but you insist.

Running into Hoyt is a nightmare you had sworn would only happen in a horror movie and you apologise to your partner

Then you see you're outside the Hewitt house and you cry even more when you hear "THOMAS" out of Hoyt's mouth.

Thomas grabs you, only for him to recognise you after a moment.

"Thomas?" You ask softly, and suddenly he stops moving. "Thomas Hewitt? It's me, it's Y/N-" And then Hoyt hits you, or goes to hit you but Thomas moves you quickly away, now carrying you closer to bridal style.

"What are you doing with them?" Hoyt asks. "Whore like them-"

Thomas walks away with you in his arms towards the house and you can hear Hoyt yelling at him behind you.

You might mutter or ask about your partner but Thomas will ignore it as he sits you down in the living room, in front of Luda Mae and Monty

Monty doesn't really remember you, but Luda does, and while Luda might have moments where she listens to Hoyt, in the end, it's Thomas and Luda against Hoyt (because Monty has little to no opinion about it)

Please don't ask Thomas about your partner

And don't ask what the meat is (although, Luda and Thomas will try to feed you better cuts off meat)

#wispywrites #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #brahms heelshire #brahms heelsire x reader #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #house of wax #the boy 2016 #texas chainsaw the beginning #slasher #slasher headcanons #slasher fandom #slasher x reader

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