#resident evil 8 human au

[cookiekitten91]

RE8 human au, featuring Donna and Moreau getting arrested for stealing cheese.

Also, Alcina goes to the jail but she only bails Donna out.

#resident evil #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #re8 #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #chris redfield #jill valentine #human au #cookiekittenart #fun fact! a whole Parmesan wheel can be around 88 lb and they can totally cost over 1000 usd #chris and jill are there as cheese security #donna and moreau would totally visit a cheese festival tho

[alenseress]

Haunted estate au — RE8

#everyone's human #well almost #ghost au #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil #wintersberg #rose winters #ethan winters #alcina demitriscu #salvatore moreau #donna beneviento

[caitlynmeow]

Alcina is the type of person who would get into a fight in the comments on anything she doesn't agree with. Like she has no problem going back and forth for hours beefing with a random fourteen-year-old from the internet because Mama is there to make a point!

#cass is like: just ignore it or block them 😭😭😭 #but alcina is having none of it #human au #house dimitrescu #resident evil village #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #resident evil 8 #bela dimitrescu #re8 #alcina dimitrescu #headcanon

[dead-finch-420]

Bela and MC at the beach? Wonder what they're up to 😳

Thank you to the streamers who played our game!! Consider this a gift to you hehe

#my art #re8 #resident evil village #resident evil #resident evil 8 #lady dimitrescu's daughters #bela dimitrescu #resident lover #resident evil human au #digital art #illustration #artists on tumblr #yes this is promo

[thabigradwolf]

Guess what kids its smut time!!! Wrote it drunk so like forgive me but like…may it feed your thirst.

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Alcina always saw herself as THE apex predator wherever she went. Between her dealings with Miranda and personal matters she always made the tough choices and did it with brutal efficiency. No one was the wiser on the toll it takes on Alcina. No one but Donna. Donna knew her beloved quite well and knew just how to take care of the ferocious woman’s needs. Sex.

The soft blankets of Donna’s bed always felt amazing against Alcina’s skin. She loved the drag of the soft material against against her legs and thighs. Alcina traced her fingers in the plush fabric to leave what she loved to think of as claw marks in the heavy fleece. If she was honest with herself Donna’s bed was her favorite place to be.

Donna had been called a “simp” by Karl multiple times because of the way Donna prepared everything for Alcina. Always making sure she had the softest bed for her love to rest on. Going out of way to make sure she was well fed with home-cooked meals. Donna didn’t start trying to take care of anything really besides her art and her rabbit Angie until she was aware of her feelings. Alcina was noticed this and really appreciated the effort.

Alcina rolled her shoulders and stretched. She pushed her heavy hips into the bed and settled comfortably. Here came the part the Romanian sucked at. The wait for Donna to get ready. Once Alcina’s clothes were off she just wanted to be railed within an inch of her life. Donna however was meticulous. She would take the time to heat up the toys and warm the lube. The wait was always worth it but what took about 10min of time felt like a lifetime.

Alcina softly grumbled “I ….just wanna cum.” She buried her face into her arms. She could feel the heat roll across her face as she thought of those texts she has been teased with all day. For a normally quite woman Donna was able to “spit game”. Alcina closed her eyes and let out of soft huff think about the interactions earlier.

With a flip of the switch the room went dark. Donna’s voice cut the silence.

“Thanks for waiting Alci.”

Instinctively Alcina raised her pelvis so Donna could slide in.

“What took you so long my love?” Alcina felt Donna’s cold hands on her hips and soft belly. Alcina tenderly traced her large hands against Donna’s forearms. She felt her nipples harden and fluttering deep in her belly. “It’s hard to be that patient for you…”

Alcina spread her legs for the smaller woman. She gently tugged on Donna to pull her close to her core. Donna followed the lead instinctually. She leaned in an kissed Alcina’s soft tummy pooch. It’s was Donna’s little secret that she loved that soft belly. It was evidence that Alcina wasn’t working herself to death and actually eating a proper meal.

Alcina settled her lower back into the bed and softly inhaled. “I’m ready, I have waited long enough I think.”

Donna laughed “shouldn’t I warm you up a bit?” Donna was full of shit. She knew Alcina too well, they had been sexting all day and it was a miracle Donna hadn’t been jumped by the horny woman sooner.

While Alcina knew Donna was joking she felt a bit frantic “you know dear…you could stop fucking with me and actually just…fuck me.” Donna laughed she loved seeing Alcina like this. Without another word between the two Donna obliged and placed the heavy head in Alcina’s entrance and slowly pushed in.

Alcina lifted her legs and spread her toes “Oh god yes…” Donna began to pump the tip of the large toy inside of her love. Alcina is and has always been a size queen. This toy was the latest in their arsenal. Alcina had spent weeks training for the stretch but couldn’t get that “knot” in at the base of the toy. She wanted to challenge but so far this was the one that had her beat.

Donna pushed a warmed load of sticky lube to help Alcina with her latest conquest. Also holy fuck hearing that loud husky moan. Alcina moaned “Oooh fuck…” beads of sweat began to pill up on both of their brows. Alcina began work the toy deeper with gentle rhythmic bucks. “Donna I need to angle” Alcina said nothing more and move the smaller woman with her powerful thighs. Donna smirked “that needy?” Donna slowly leaned into Alcina and to illicit louder moaning.

Alcina and Donna found a perfect rhythm that both could maintain. The sloppy wet noises of Alcinas drenched pussy, the panting between the pair only made Alcina more receptive. Alcina found herself pushed against the knot of the toy. Her lips stroked the fat bulge.

Alcina breathily address Donna “ my love, leave this part to me. I need to mount at my own pace. Just suck on my nipples to help me” without a word Donna gladly did as she was told and began to suckle Alcina. Donna grabbed Alcina’s wrists and pushed her into the bed to keep her leverage.

Alcina lifted her heels to the ceiling. All of this was so much. The feeling of the cool fabric of Alcina’s sweaty skin. Donna’s soft lips and playful tongue teasing Alcina’s hard nipples and the heavy stretch of the toy pushing at the heart of her core. Alcina began to bear down on the knot and then it happened.

She felt a delicious pop deep inside of her. The knot was in and she had never felt fuller. Alcina let out a loud moan. “OH FUCK…” Alcina began to grind against Donna. Alcina croaked “please kiss me…” naturally Donna was happy to oblige. In that moment of closeness Alcina grabbed Donna’s ass and began to set the pace for the grind.

Alcina dug her fingers into Donna’s shoulders and cried out “DONNA!! DONNAA!! IM…” Alcina buried her face into Donna’s neck as the waves of Alcinas orgasm crashed over her. She wrapped her thick thighs around the smaller woman’s waist. Frustration was beginning to mount Alcina couldn’t stop milking the toy. Donna wasn’t helping either because with each tender stoke to comfort her the more aroused she became.

Alcina panted “fuck…I need a moment.” When Alcina lowered her legs her insides we once again teased by the toy. “Donna…I need a moment.”

“Alcina?”

“I’m okay but for the love of god don’t move. I need a moment”

“But are you???” Donna was worried now.

“I’m fine. I just feel boneless and stupid. I need a moment” Alcina’s breathing evened out and she was finally able to lower her legs slowly.

“Ready for me to pull ou”

Alcina cut her off immediately “please don’t…I’m afraid I’ll cum again and right now I just…” Alcina loved how she felt in that moment but it was a lot to try and process. Donna slowly rested on top of Alcina and began to tenderly kiss her neck. “Take all the time you need. I’m just happy to be here with you”

Alcina tilted her knees towards Donna’s back. Gently petting Donna brought Alcina back to how much she loves being in Donna’s bed. Donna got it and really understood Alcina. This was the only place where Alcina could be the maiden and still feel respected. Even as she was covered in lube, sweat and cum she felt sexy and honestly loved. Even if she was stuck with this over stimulating knotted toy it was impossible to not get light headed think about how well Donna treated her.

Alcina wanted this moment between the two to last forever. In a emotional haze of thinking about what led this vulnerability Alcina blurted out “I want more.” Donna was delighted at the prospects of round two.

“I promise the next one will be stronger than the first.” Donna chuckled “you may have to be stuck with me on top of you for a while”

Alcina could feel that deep fluttering in her belly. She placed the back of her arm over her eyes. “I’ll deal…I just need more of you.” Blush pinked Alcina’s cheeks as she firmly dug her heels into the mattress. Figuring out how to pull out was a problem for future Alcina and Donna.

#resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #re8 #resident evil #lady dimitrescu #lesbian #donna beneviento #human au #benetrescu #resident evil 8 #me howling #college au #lady alcina dimitrescu #re: village #it’s smut

[milkiedimitrescu]

Get this post to at least 20 like's and I will make this a comic series. 🙂 I know it won't, but at least try to pls 🥺

This is a dumb AU but I come up with random things ok

#Been thinking of this AU ever since SU ended almost 3 year's ago #What if there was a resident evil 8 cross over with Steven universe? And instead of the diamond's grieving over pink's shattering #They literally search every planet including earth to find a replacement #But they actually do find Lady Dimitrescu in the village and took her without her own daughter's and partner knowing #And they keep her as a replacement of pink because of her height and the fact that she is not like any other human but infact a #Immortal human #The other reason why is because she actually reminds them of pink is with her temper and need to be special #YALL SEE WHERE I AM GOING WITH THIS? #alcina dimitrescu #pink diamond #steven universe #resident evil #resident evil 8 #lady dimitrescu #So much tags #nostalgia shit #looking back on old fandoms and making random aus with my current fandom #Also yeah Alcina was just a immortal human until she became a diamond in this but still has the same name #It is on her chest like blue and yellow #The diamonds implanted a diamond in alcina 's chest to give her diamond abilities.🙃 #REPLACEMENT AU COMIC #Ill reveal her diamond abilities either in the actual comic or in a future post

[unqualified-therapist]

Made up a character named Buttercup

every time my two braincells fixate on something they say “hehehoho oc time”

au is made by @crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington and i love it so much!!!!!! big recommends

buttercup is a fourteen~fifteen year old orphan who was kidnapped and was in a van. however, the van crashed on the side of the road, and they stumbled into the village. finding the duke’s cart, they crawled into the back of the cart and hid from the scary creatures (lycans) that had been chasing them. the duke found them and let them hole up in there, teaching them about the village and the people in it. the duke pitched that they stay with the dimitrescus family, who have already taken in another human and his small daughter. worried, but accepting the offer, they knocked on the door of the castle...

#miss d and her man thing #resident evil #resident evil 8 #oc #human oc #resident evil oc #resident evil au #re #re8 #art #digital art #my art #original art #nonbinary character #robyn's art

[sparklingnight02]

Pride Month modern AU headcanons

Hey guys! In celebration of my first ever Pride Month I get to celebrate as a fully out, bi girl, thought you guys who are possibly interested in my modern AU some of you may have seen on my wattpad I mentioned in another post would be interested in headcanons for how the characters celebrate Pride Month along with other headcanons related to their sexualities and other stuff like that!

-For their sexualities, Karl and Alcina both are pan and hate that they even share the same sexualities lol.

-Donna is bi and makes it VERY obvious lol in later chapters! As you'll clearly see lol! She's also demiromantic so although she's willing to occasionally sleep with others without the relationship, she can't really fall in love with someone she hasn't known beforehand.

-Salvatore is gay although didn't know it until college so would still try to go on dates with girls in highschool and such only just assumed he's never found the right person yet.

-In their teen years once they start learning about this kind of thing, Bela is actually bisexual although isn't interested in dating at the time.

-Cassandra is asexual/homoromantic although identified as aroace because she didn't think you COULD have a romantic relationship with anyone and NOT have sex, plus being a bit of an introvert, generally just found ALL people annoying lol so never actually cared for anyone in that way before.

-Daniela is gay through and through and got a girlfriend at 16, although didn't tell anyone right away until she got caught kissing her girlfriend in the park one day by some random, nosy, busy body homophobe.

-Miranda actually identifies as homoflexible as although she mostly was interested in women, she's found the few men she WAS willing to sleep with she actually enjoyed it although usually generally prefers women.

-Ethan is actually bi although wasn't really aware of it until Donna jokingly asked if he'd be interested in Karl if he were single to which after thinking about it, realized he either has a thing for women AND men, or just a thing for women and KARL lol! (Ethan Winters haters, get outta here, this fic has him in it and if you can't respect I ship him and Alcina just don't read this book then)

-Rosemary is actually homosexual although is aromantic which had Ethan MAJORLY relieved lol about the fact he probably won't have to worry about who Rose dates lol or about an accidental teen pregnancy lol!

-For how they celebrate Pride Month, Alcina and her daughters usually go ALL out! Alcina makes sure they all have at least ONE rainbow item on their bodies! When the girls were young these were usually just a little rainbow necklace for Bela, rainbow face paint for Cassandra, and a little rainbow skirt for Daniela, while Alcina usually just wore a rainbow neck tie, although as they got older, the girls switched to Bela wearing a rainbow cap with "Love is love" written on the front, Cassandra would just wear rubber, rainbow bracelets, and Daniela would have a rainbow hand fan to stay cool in June, while Alcina just continued to wear her tie. Alcina has also put a miniature rainbow flag on her car antennae and a giant rainbow flag hanging off the edge of the balcony on the front of her mansion (because of course this woman would be rich lol).

-Donna isn't usually as out there with showing her support although still shows it but just in more subtle ways, usually she just paints her nails rainbow and plants flowers to look like the rainbow and bi pride flags in her garden, she's noticed a funny pattern with this where only LBGTQ+ folk seem to notice these things while the homophobes she usually tries to avoid never do, she finds it funny how it's the perfect way of still showing those who would care about this stuff she still supports them, while also avoiding those who would get stupidly offended over it and attack her for it.

-Karl doesn't usually celebrate Pride Month as openly as the others although will still show his support by having a rainbow patch of sorts temporarily sewn onto his shirt or something or will have some kind of rainbow pride sticker on his motorcycle or helmet. ('cause FUCK if Karl on a motorcycle isn't hot as FUCK!! 😍😍😍)

-Sal on the other hand is even more obvious than the Dimitrescu's lmao! Going all out with gay T-shirts and tiny rainbow pride flags he takes everywhere with him and has a giant gay pride flag rainbow painted over the entrance to his place and just has all SORTS of cheesy pride paraphernalia basically everywhere, even having temporary pride tattoos on his face, the others all think it's cute though how excited he gets about Pride Month though and don't really mind.

-Despite actually liking women, it probably doesn't come as much of a surprise to any of you, Miranda doesn't celebrate Pride Month, if anything she doesn't even really tell people ANYTHING about her sexuality so most just assume she's straight lol, although before she went all insane she actually DID use to go to pride parades in the past and even in the modern day isn't really against same sex couples really, she's just against ALL couples PERIOD lol, at least under her roof! So at the very least she's fair about it lol to some extent! 😂

-Ethan and Rose generally just celebrate Pride Month with the Dimitrescu's and follow in their traditions of having something rainbow somewhere on their body, even before Ethan knew he was bi and identified as straight he still wanted to show support for his daughter and her friends and basically adoptive mom lol.

-For any of you who have read on LBGTQ+ situations in Romania though, it probably doesn't come as much of a surprise though that a lot of them have to sometimes face the occasional homophobia and in the unfortunate case of Karl, Donna and Alcina, bi/panphobia as well, although not that often in person, a few times on the internet they've had to deal with people accusing them of 'betraying the LGBTQ+ community' by being in 'straight passing' relationships, as if being with someone of the opposite gender suddenly erases the ability to still be attracted to people of the same sex or erases the B in LGBTQ+.

-Daniela's girlfriend has actually also run into a similar problem, although she identifies as lesbian, she's actually a gynephile, which has led to her running into the problem of lesbians getting mad at her for identifying as that because although MOST people she's attracted were female, she isn't attracted to women ONLY and is more generally attracted to femininity, so has actually stated she WOULD actually be willing to date a GUY if he's feminine enough and actually has a guy friend she said she'd be willing to date 'cause of how feminine he is, busty body, long, soft hair, wide hips, soft, feminine face, and is not above cross dressing or wearing makeup.

-Luckily though among all the homophobia and biphobia and panphobia though they also get a lot of support from others also outside the LGBTQ+ community as well, Donna and Karl getting tons of support from people on the internet as well about what a great couple they make and Alcina and Ethan being jokingly told they still come off as gay themselves but in a straight relationship lol because of how Alcina is clearly the one to wear the pants in the relationship lol!

Anyways, those were my Pride Month headcanons guys, hope you enjoyed learning a little more about this AU and for any of you who doesn't like the Donnaberg or Alcithan ship or just don't like Ethan or straight ships in general, just don't read this and don't go crazy over the fact I have different, slightly unpopular opinions, just stop reading if you see something you don't like and scroll past!

#re8 au #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #human au #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #donna beneviento #karl heisenberg #salvatore moreau #mother miranda #ethan winters #rosemary winters #alcithan #donnaberg #pride month #pride 2022 #lgbtq+ #gay #lesbian #bisexual #pansexual #demiromantic #aromantic #homoflexible #homophobia #my post #my headcanon

[duskstarshit]

Thinking about Daniela in my Human Warrior Cats AU

Her Ranger name was Emeraldfly and her leader name is Emeraldstar.

She is such a silly and "looks really evil and stupid but is actually super nice" leader vibe

I want to draw her in a future

Also here is ma blog if you want more info heje

#re #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil #daniela dimitrescu #wc #warrior cats #warrior cats au #human warrior cats

[kurosstuff]

Monster au! Event

@scoutswritingcorner helped me pick out the monsters♡ thank you darling

So wanted to do something- a monster au where the ladies are monsters-

It csn be smut, fluff, angsty and in some cases? Horror♡

Ofc look at my nsfw rules before requesting any nsfw.

PLEASE NOTE. THIS IS OPEN UNTIL FRIDAY. TIME NOT SURE AT THIS TIME

For the wheel, you can pick to spin- OR request a monster for the ladies you wish-! And please describe exactly what you want for the fic!

This time around- sub!reader only. And- your welcome to either have the reader as a human in most fics or monster hunter/monster

Like example. X bunny! Monster!reader; x monster hunter! Reader;

Unless stated reader will be human!

Also! If you want to request more then one reader you may! But- not character x character and only TWO

Example: lute x reader x sera

PLEASE, when requesting for this event. Use this emoji ✨️ so I can spot it easier!

ALSO REMEMBER. READER IS AFAB WILL USE GN IF STATED

This is what fhe wheel looks like!!♡♡

To be easier- monster list

Dragon

Gorgon

Siren

Zombie(only monster I will NOT write smut for.)

Vampire

Bunny

Ghost

Werewolf

(My choice)

Characters you can pick from

Lute

Sera

Vaggie

Rosie

Charlie

Bela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Mother miranda

Note: never wrote a couple of the ladies stated really. But I'll give my best shot at it(hazbin wise I mean) ans I'm trying to get back into resident evil once again♡

Up to two(unless it's the scene prompt) then up to three lines please ♡

Smut prompt lines

1.) "Want you now~ can't fucking wait~ gonna claim what's mine now~"

2.) "Ive- I've never..."

"..we'll.. take it slow then~ I'll do My best to be careful~"

3.) "Sl-slow down~ to fast~"

"Slow down~? Little ___(human/monster type) you walked in during mating season ~ not stopping till your filled~"

4.) "Stop fucking moving~ just gonna claim you as my mate~ make you rightfully mine~"

"Wh-whats stopping you~?"

"..watch those words little one~"

5.) Aggressive make out turned to more (enemies to lovers or whatever)

6.) Accidentally wandering into dangerous territory during a mating season. Getting "hunted" by a monster who redeemed you as a suitable mate

7.) "Prefer my hand or cock(strap or G!P)? Either way your getting it after-"

8.) "Curious. Can you take my dick?(either strap Or G!P) suppose we can try no?

9.) Accidently *tempting* the beast that just happens to guard your town/home. Being offered up to 'sooth' their temper.

10.) "Wait- wait this is my first-"

"First time? ....shit ok uh- hold on le- let me take it much slower ok? I- I've got you"

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #lute x reader #hazbin hotel lute #sera seraphim #hazbin hotel sera #sera x reader #hazbin rosie #hazbin hotel rosie #rosie x reader #charlie morningstar #hazbin charlie #charlie morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel vaggie x reader #vaggie x reader #hazbin hotel vaggie #bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #daniela x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #resident evil village x reader #mother miranda x reader #MONSTER AU

[written-in-flowers]

Holding On To Humanity: Pt. 1

Pairing: Wooyoung x San, Hongjoong x Seonghwa

AU: Resident Evil 8: Village, Vampires, Shapeshifters,

Genre: angst, smut, drama

Rating: M

Word Count: 7k

Summary: After being subjected to a terrible experiment, Jung Wooyoung wakes up as something far worse than he'd ever imagine. Struggling between who he is and who he was, he must make a decision: does he protect his new family or those he once loved?

Warnings: gender-neutral!reader, vampire!demonline, vampire!wooyoung, shapeshifter!mingi, shapeshifter!yunho, shapeshifter!jongho, doll!yeosang, graphic depictions of violence, mentions of death, blood and injury, descriptions of human experimentation/surgery, canon-typical violence, angst, fluff, smut, light bdsm, anal sex, anal fingerings, rimming, blow jobs, top!San, bottom!wooyoung, switch!seonghwa and hongjoong, and basic sex stuff

Ao3 link

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“Here’s where I stop,” the coachman told him in a gruff voice. “The horses won’t go any further.”

Wooyoung stared out from the back of the wagon to the road ahead. Stretching about a mile, the harsh cold and snow  made for an intimidating walk. He saw the black rocks covered lightly with snow, and the long wheel tracks that carts and horses made right up to this point. Beyond, it appeared as if very few trekked the rest of the way. He hated the idea of walking through the freezing cold with nothing to warm him but his jacket, pants and boots. His father told him the journey to the castle wouldn’t be easy, but it’d be worth it in the end. 

“Why not?” Wooyoung asked, hoping the coachman might change his mind. 

“The place frightens them,” he said. “They won’t go any farther than this before they start getting riled up. That place is cursed, I tell you.” He faced forward as if looking at the castle himself, “You have to be mad or desperate to go up there.”

“So, I’m to walk the rest of the way?” He didn't like the idea of walking on a cold, dark road in the middle of a tall mountain alone. 

“The castle isn’t that far from here,” he said. “It’s only about half a mile until you reach the gates, then a bit more after that. 

Wooyoung dreaded the answer, but still not surprised. A lot of villagers showed hesitancy when they spoke of Castle Dimitrescu. The mistress of the castle ruled over their side of the village, reigning over them with an iron fist. His mother used to say it was by the grace and protection of Mother Miranda that she didn’t slaughter them all. But, that did not stop anyone from noticing the disappearances or missing livestock. His neighbor woke up his entire household shouting about the maimed carcass of his prized cow, Anita. He told Wooyoung’s father that he found her torn to bits in her stall, large chunks of flesh bitten off right to the bone. Wooyoung said a wolf might’ve gotten into his barn, but he’d said that to try diverting from what really troubled everyone: the beasts ate her. His body shivered thinking of the hairy, snarling, blood monsters who occasionally roam the forests, ravaging anything they can get their hands on. He pictured them feasting on the corpse of young, pretty Camila, who’d gone missing several days ago or strong farmer Elijah who’d been last seen working in his field. Only one person showed no fear upon entering the woods: The Huntsman. 

The Huntsman became the village protector when they slaughtered a pack of monsters who'd broken into the village. Wooyoung never saw them up close, since they rarely traveled into the village and often wore a wide-brimmed hat that covered their face, but they showed a strength and courage he didn't see in anyone else. Their weapons proficiency and skill was unmatched. He would've sworn they themselves were a beast in a much tamer form, with how quickly they dodged and wrestled the monsters to the ground. 

He wished they'd come with him. 

“Well, thank you for getting me this far,” he said to the merchant as he hopped off the wagon. “I wouldn’t have made it before dark if you had not.”

“Mother Miranda says we must show each other kindness and generosity when we can,” he said, tipping his hat, “I pray that you reach the castle safely.” 

“Thank you.” 

He shouldered his bag, and then began the trek up the mountain path. A curving, narrow road thickened by snow stretched ahead of him. He hoped the walk was not long, since the hour grew later and the sun began setting over the dense forests beyond. The higher he’d gone up the mountain, the colder the winds became. The chill blew through his jacket and pants every time he moved, but Wooyoung managed. He was no stranger to the cold since he spent many nights huddled by the dwindling fireplace at home. He did his best not to look between the trees lining the path or walk too briskly. His father used to tell him to keep his wits about him in the woods; to not stare into the trees or run, since then it might invite whatever lurks in the dark to chase him. He’d come too far to be a meal now. 

Wooyoung continued along the way until he reached a tall iron gate. Above the gate, he saw a symbol: a large flower surrounded by four smaller ones over two crossed swords. The insignia for House Dimitrescu. He searched around for a guard or caretaker, but nobody came. Timidly, he pushed on the gate and to his surprise it opened. As he stood there at the opening, a deep dread settled itself into his stomach. The feeling told him to turn back, and find another way to help feed his family. Yet, his determination and pride made him put one foot in front of the other. He had no choice. His father’s crops did not yield their usual abundance, so he suggested Wooyoung take a position in the castle’s employ. He said the families of those who worked in the castle received gold and even food parcels from their loved ones. Perhaps The Lady pays in goods and a bit of gold for service. Wooyoung hoped his work in the castle would feed his family. He pressed onwards. 

The stone castle stood at the end of the road. The gray building looked dark and foreboding. High towers and battlements reached up into the sky, blocking out the bit of sunlight still left to the world, with tall windows surveying the yard below. Seeing the withering or bare foliage around the front entrance, it was no wonder the coachman’s horses steered clear of the place. Even standing at the front steps, every nerve in his body told him to run. The lack of guards or servants unnerved him as well. Didn’t castles have people bustling about? Noise and chatter in the air, bringing life to the silent building? He’d thought so. Regardless, Wooyoung could not turn back now. He climbed the steep steps to the doors, and pulled it open. 

Cautiously, he walked into the small entrance hall. A long carpet went up a short flight of stairs, leading into a room with a domed ceiling. His nervousness set in deeper, realizing how little light filled the room; two tall candelabras stood in inverted walls and another sat on a side table. The priceless antiques and refined appearance truly befitted the aristocratic family. However, it wasn’t these that caught his attention. 

Hanging between the two candelabras was a tall painting of four young men in an intricate gold frame. A blond, two black haired, and one with brown hair. They each dressed in upper class fashion with vests, high collared shirts with silk cravats. They clearly came from wealth judging by how they carried themselves even in a painting. He then noticed a plaque right at the bottom. 

‘Felix, Seonghwa, San, and Hongjoong Dimitrescu’. 

The Lady’s sons. Yes, Wooyoung heard of them though had never seen them before. He gazed around for a moment, expecting to find a servant or a butler welcoming their newest worker, but he found himself completely alone. 

“Hello?” he dared to speak into the empty, dim room. “Is anyone here?”

A faint buzzing sound suddenly came from a hallway on his left  and he gasped. The large swarm of flies move fluidly from behind the oak wood doors and into the entrance hall. He moved to run back outside, panic jumping up into his throat before the swarms blocked his path. Suddenly, three men materialized: a tall one, a muscular one, and a short one. Wooyoung realized at once who they were. Before him stood three of Lady Dimitrescu’s sons, the two black haired sons and the brunette. They each wore long black coats with hoods over their heads. The tallest one came up close to Wooyoung first. Hair the color of ravens' wings, it hung to the side over glimmering dark eyes. His angular features appeared as sharp as the eyes gazing at him. A green pendant around his neck sparkled in the dim lighting, and more dread filled his stomach.

He pushed hair from Wooyoung’s face and grinned widely. Wooyoung shifted his eyes away as the man examined his features. “Oh yes,” he said, turning his face this way and that, "I think he will do nicely. Hongjoong?” 

He scanned over him one more time before the shortest of the men came up next. Hongjoong, as the other called him, stood a few inches shorter than the two men beside him, but the glint in his eyes still sent shivers through Wooyoung’s bones. His bright orange hair created a stark contrast between his face and the hood over his head. He had softer features than the others, and his eyes did not devour Wooyoung as theirs did. A gloved hand caressed his jawline as he admired the younger’s face. He appeared to be examining him like a jeweler with a gem. It unnerved Wooyoung. When he looked away from him, Hongjoong forced him by the chin. Something about the three of them churned Wooyoung’s stomach, and razzled every nerve that screamed to flee.

“I agree, Seonghwa” he finally said, “He is perfect. He has strong bones and his blood seems to pump at a normal rate. He is young enough to withstand the strain. How old are you? Nineteen? Twenty?” 

"Twenty-three," he squeaked. 

"Hm, good, good."

“He’s pretty,” the black haired man behind them said. “Much prettier than anyone we’ve gotten so far.” 

“Looks are not important in the experiment, San,” Hongjoong rolled his eyes. 

“No, but they certainly are a benefit.” 

Wooyoung flinched when he reached for him. Much more muscular than the other two, his cloak fitted his slim frame but hung at his broad shoulders. His dark hair the shade of night parted at his forehead, and loose strands hung over it. Wooyoung would’ve fallen for his chiseled face were it not for the predatory gaze. 

“Are you sure we can't take him upstairs?” he asked Hongjoong, smirking at Wooyoung. "We can hang him on a hook and play with him," he came closer, a strange metallic smell on his breath, "I bet that mouth can make the sweetest sounds…"

“Wha-Wha-” Wooyoung could hardly get his words out. 

“I won’t hurt you, pretty,” San said, drawing closer and closer. Gloved fingers traced his jawline and fell to his chest, and Wooyoung stepped away. “I’ve been told I can be a very gentle lover,” he said before Hongjoong stood between them. 

“You have your own plaything in the cellars,” he hissed. “Go fiddle with that and leave my subject alone.” 

“Ugh, you never let me have any fun!” 

Their words sickened and frightened him. He did his best to conceal his racing heart, the organ that pumped ice in his veins, but he sensed the three of them already smelled his fear. Seonghwa reached to caress his cheek, but frowned when he pulled away. 

“What do you want with me?” Wooyoung heard himself squeak out. 

“Nothing much,” answered Hongjoong. “Just your body."

“My body?!"

"Don't worry," he sneered, "You won't miss it."

He realized then what happened to the servants before him. Quickly, he recalled how eagerly his father insisted he find work in the castle. He’d spent days telling Wooyoung how beneficial it’d be for the family, and how desperately they needed the money. When a family in town started receiving packages after their daughter went up the mountain, he noted how it could be them chewing down on honeyed bread and fresh milk. Did he know the truth and simply hid it from his son? It would’ve saddened him if his panic did not overcome him so easily. He is helping his family. He’s helping by becoming one less mouth to feed. His hands started shaking, and he grabbed the strap of his bag to steady them. 

“It won’t hurt,” Hongjoong assured you. “Well…not right away.”

“Mother isn’t home yet,” Seonghwa told him. “She’ll be away for a while, so there’s plenty of time.” 

"You only need to relax," hissed San. "I know a few things that can help with that."

“No,” he said in a shaky breath. “No, please…I have a family…they’ll come looking for me…”

Hongjoong laughed, “Silly boy. Your family sent you up here for this very reason. Your pitiful father made the arrangements with our man in town.” He then said, “So, do what you’re supposed to, and come with us.”

He reached for Wooyoung’s hand, but not quickly enough. Wooyoung rushed for the large front doors, nearly slamming into them with the force of his sprint, and realizing someone locked them. Over his shoulder, he saw the three men staring at him wickedly. The sound of faint buzzing jolted him alive. 

“Brother!” one of the men called, “Where are you going? You only just arrived!”

Wooyoung didn’t waste time asking for an explanation. Seeing a room off to the side, he made a break for it. Running down a corridor and another flight of stairs, he noticed the moonlight from outside lit his way. How could anyone see in such darkness? Any windows he did see were covered with curtains, which allowed very little light into the castle. He could hear the buzzing growing louder behind him, and he quickened his pace. Bursting through an archway, he ended up in a large room with checkered flooring and a high ceiling. Four strange statues stood guard in front of a doorway, and Wooyoung sensed that this way might be pointless. He needed to find a way out. He rushed through to another corner area, before rushing another hallway. Wooyoung didn’t hear the insects anymore, and this only frightened him. What if they can travel through walls? What if they can become invisible? He shouldn’t have come here. He should’ve gone back home, told his father the Lady didn’t need any more servants, and stayed there. Now, he was running for his life. 

Wooyoung kept running until he ended up in a bed chamber. The fireplace being the only source of light, the orange flames flickered across the walls and gave everything a warm glow. He stared around for a hiding spot, but he wasn’t quick enough. Suddenly, hundreds of flies surrounded him and Wooyoung did his best to shield his face. They must have teeth, since he felt them bite at his arms, torso, hips and legs. Wooyoung grimaced, and swatted at the ones trying to nibble his face, nearly stumbling backwards over a footstool in the process. 

“Ah, there you are, lovely,” he heard San chuckle darkly. The flies suddenly flew from him and swirled around until they created San’s full form. He stared down at Wooyoung, a distinct seduction in his eyes. “Looks like you found my favorite room in the castle. How about I lock the door and we get to know each other better?” 

He didn’t respond. He clambered to his feet, then made a dash past San, breaking through a wall of insects in the process. He flicked off one nipping at his shoulder as he ran. He rushed back down the way he’d come, hearing San’s laughter somewhere behind him, and returned to the room with the statues. Running through the main hall, a high-ceiling with a large crystal chandelier above the checkered floors, he nearly bumped into one of the chairs in front of the fire. He spotted ornate wooden doors up ahead, and charged through them into a dining room. 

A dining room with a long table, side boards, and tall windows, bright moonlight became the only source of light guiding him through. He bumped into one of the tall-backed chairs on his way to the other door, but the pain didn’t deter him. He needed to get outside before they caught him. He saw a pair of doors, and seeing the courtyard outside, realized that might be a way out. 

“Oh, Brother,” San’s voice came through the room in a sing-song voice. “Where are you?”

He scrambled and ducked behind one of the dining chairs. Buzzing preceded San’s entry, and he spotted his reflection in a glass cabinet door. Wooyoung covered his mouth to keep himself quiet. San’s top half remained human, but his bottom half broke off into the swarm of black flies that glided him about the room. 

“We promise we won’t hurt you,” he said, though Wooyoung did not believe him. “Not much, at least.” Wooyoung heard him give a short sniff, "I know you're in here. I can smell your sweet, thick, hot blood…I can almost taste it on my tongue, and it’s delicious."

He waited until San turned his back to quickly go through the doors into the courtyard. 

“There you are!” 

An iron gazebo stood in the center of the courtyard, which broke off into different sections of the castle. He continued glancing around for signs of the three brothers, since San had been on his trail minutes ago. Wooyoung was certain they meant to toy with him before killing him. They can move faster than him; they’re likely stronger, yet have not caught him yet. Wooyoung needed On the right side, he saw the cobbled pathway lead through an archway out into a garden area. 

Hedges lined the walkways around the expansive space, circling around a bronze fountain statue in the middle. The garden must be beautiful in the spring, but in the winter, it was a frozen eden. Dead trees and withering bushes decorated the space, and ice and snow covered the fountains and benches. Wooyoung’s boots crushed the thin layer of snow on the ground as he ran through to a high wall on the other side. 

“Brother!” It was Seonghwa this time, whose voice came from somewhere in the distance. “Brother, where are you?”

He grabbed onto a thick vine clinging to the stone fence, placed his foot on one at the bottom, then lifted himself onto the wall. He ignored the voices calling to him from inside the castle, and started climbing. It did not take much time to scale the ten foot wall, even if the icy stones and frozen vines burned his hands. He’d been a fool to come here. Desperation and panic numbed him to the sensations around him. He should’ve listened to his gut when he stepped up to the house, but he’d thought of his family. His father made it sound so important that he go to the castle; he said it’d help the family in such a special way. It hurt him to think his father intended to serve him on a platter to these people. Wooyoung wanted to think his father didn’t know and really thought his son was manning stables or serving meals from a kitchen. With all the talk of aiding their family, Wooyoung believed he’d be doing more for them than toiling in his father’s dying corn crops. 

In reality, the best thing he could do is die. 

Wooyoung reached the top of the wall, and swung his leg over the side. He felt a sense of freedom approaching before something swiped at his feet below.  

A large black wolf growled at him from several feet below, yellow eyes glowing at him angrily. Its snapping jaws caused Wooyoung to fall into the garden again, his back hitting the ground hard and sending shocks of pain through his body. He could hear more growling and barking from behind the wall; long claws scratched the hard stone, and feet kicking the snowy earth. The fall disoriented him long enough that he didn’t notice the figure gliding up to him. 

“Ah, there you are!” Seonghwa looked down at him, his hood bringing a shadow over his face. “We’ve been looking for you.” 

In this brief moment of weakness, the overwhelming sounds of fluttering wings filled his ears. He swatted at those buzzing around him, pinching his eardrums with their high-pitched sounds, before Seonghwa and San grabbed his wrists. Wooyoung let out a scream as the two men began gliding again, dragging Wooyoung behind them like a bag in the wind. He glanced around wildly for a way of escape before Hongjoong joined them at his feet. Zooming back into the house, Hongjoong laughed at Wooyoung’s feeble escape attempts. Fear injected itself into him fully, creating a list of scenarios that were worse than anything he imagined previously. Hongjoong soon flew right over him, his body a dark cloud of flies, as he deeply inhaled Wooyoung’s scent. 

“Virgin blood,” he smiled drunkenly. “So sweet. So pure.” He took another hint, then said, “Too bad I won’t get a drop of it…” he then said, “But I am praised for my patience.” 

Wooyoung saw the hallways and stairwells of the castle fly by him until they went into complete darkness. The backs of his ankles and legs started scraping against hard, rough surfaces, and he cried out whenever his ankles knocked onto the floor too hard. Deprived of his main senses, Wooyoung’s body went limp and he surrendered to whatever plans the men had for him. He only hoped his family lived well for his sacrifice.

"Put him on the table," Hongjoong instructed his siblings. "I'll prepare everything else."

San and Seonghwa brought him onto a wooden slab in a dimly lit room. When he glanced around, Wooyoung realized they'd brought him into a room beneath the castle. Soft candlelight hanging above brought light against the black stone walls, illuminating the workbenches and tables of books, chemicals, petri dishes and various works in progress. A laboratory. They did not plan to feed off him. They planned to torture him. Somehow this sounded worse than merely being drained of blood. 

"What is going on?" He asked, panting and crying as San and Seonghwa strapped him to the wooden table. Tears burned his eyes, yet he was unable to wipe them away. He let out a choked sob, his heart racing in his chest. "Wait, no! Please! What are you doing? Stop! Pl-please!"

Hongjoong picked up a jar containing a strange mass inside of it; Wooyoung heard him muttering under his breath, and his fear worsened. He struggled against the straps holding him down, but they’d been put on tightly. Seonghwa meanwhile reached for a clear bottle at a table while San unsheathed a small knife from under his cloak. 

"What is happening?" Wooyoung sobbed though none of them answered him. "Why are you doing this to me?" He cried, "Please, I want to go home. I won't tell anyone anything. Please-"

"-Roll up your sleeve, San," Seonghwa told his brother, coming to him with a vial in hand. 

San did as requested. He shook back his sleeve to reveal his wrist, which he then slashed open with a flick of his knife. Wooyoung grimaced at the thick gash ripping through San’s skin, seeing the blood spill from his wrist to his palm and then into the small vial. Both men waited for enough blood to fill the vial before Seonghwa pulled away from him. This was not before Wooyoung saw the cut seal itself closed. 

"What are you going to do with that?" He asked, horrified when he saw Seonghwa attach a needle and tube to the end of the syringe. "That's blood! You're putting blood in me?"

"It's the only way you'll be one of us," said Seonghwa. "Hold still or this will hurt even more."

"Wha-"

Wooyoung flinched when San tore off his shirt sleeve and tied it tightly around his bicep. Seonghwa straightened out his arm to start flicking the space between forearm and upper arm. 

"Stop struggling," Seonghwa grunted, "I can't do it right if you're moving around."

He should've kissed his mother goodbye longer. He should've hugged his father tighter. Even if he did send Wooyoung to his death, he should've done it. He'd never have that chance again. Seonghwa managed to find the vein, and sunk the needle into it. Wooyoung winced at the pinching sensation in his arm. 

"He has strong veins, Hongjoong," Seonghwa said. "That is a good sign, no?"

"It is."

Wooyoung couldn't look. He didn't see Seonghwa inject San's blood into his arm, but he certainly felt it. A deep searing pain suddenly ran through his veins. It scorched every nerve, causing him to violently shake on the table as it burned him. His screams went unheard by the brothers, who continued their ‘experiment’. He barely felt it when San ripped open his shirt to reveal the thin torso underneath. The pain inside him numbed him to the knife sinking into his abdomen starting from beneath the chest to the naval. Wooyoung could smell the thick scent of blood filling his lungs; it spilled, fast and hot, from the gash in his stomach. He is sure to die now. He cried out for his mother, for his father, for Mother Miranda, their protector and savior.  

Hongjoong finally turned around, and in his blurry vision, Wooyoung saw him holding a glass jar. Wooyoung could not make out the inside, but he saw wriggling and heard ticking as it knocked into the glass. 

“Stay still,” Hongjoong said, unscrewing the lid. “Moving around too much will interrupt the process.”

Wooyoung’s jaw clenched so tight he couldn’t speak. Hongjoong took out the contents of the jar with a pair of forceps. The creature wriggled between the metal clamps, but Hongjoong had no trouble holding it steady. Wooyoung’s eyes widened when it came close enough for him to see it. Fleshy and pink, the creature made Seonghwa and San wrinkle their noses in disgust while Wooyoung screamed in terror. Hongjoong remained unfazed by it all. He placed the veiny beast up against the open wound in Wooyoung, and then sunk it deep inside. The thing whirled around inside Wooyoung’s body, its slimy membrane slicking the opening to go deeper. It took several seconds for him to realize the hard mass in his stomach was the creature. The burrowing sensation added a whole new addition of pain. His fists curled until his knuckles turned white; he thrashed around as much as his bonds let him as the parasite latched itself deep inside him. Soon, he felt his abdomen sickly churning which then began spreading to the rest of his body. His father’s face swam in front of him; the face of the man meant to protect and guide him. He sent him here. He sent his only son to his death. 

Wooyoung prayed it was worth it.

****

Hongjoong stood beside the table where the young man’s body lay still. He watched the man’s body twitch and writhe in his bounds until he stopped all at once. His eyes scanned the body for signs of mutation or transformation; he looked for graying skin or black claws or bloodshot yellow eyes. He expected any moment for the subject to start thrashing, growling and foaming at the mouth as he turned into a Lycan, like so many other failures. Either that or die and never come back. When none of that happened, he gingerly touched the stomach wound. The Cadou parasite’s membrane held regeneration properties, he’d learned, so it often healed whatever wounds it created to enter the body. He felt around for the mass, feeling a hard ball deep underneath the muscle. Hongjoong knew the parasite will assimilate to the man’s DNA and alter his genetic makeup. He hoped injecting blood already infected with mold mutations will strengthen the host’s body and aid in the transformation. It had to work. This must work. 

“He’s not dead,” said San, his voice breaking the silence. “I can hear his heart beating.”

Hongjoong could hear it too. His mind may have gone blank, but that was the Cadou taking over. The last subject took three days to morph into a Lycan, which was then released into the wild by the brothers. 

“That’s good, right? It means he might survive,” San continued. 

“Only time shall tell us.” 

He turned back to his work table where he kept all his notes and books, and put down the jar. This was his last one. If this one did not work out, then he’d need to go back to the reservoir where Moreau kept his stash of parasites. He hoped he didn’t have to. Even if he can now adapt to the cold mountain climate, he still hated going to that eerie, stinking lake. But, if it helped his cause, he'd endure it a million times. 

He promised himself he’d build something marvelous, a creature of pure strength and agility that will make his mother proud. He looked at the books on his table. Hongjoong spent ages researching, collecting, and absorbing any word of information he could about the Cadou parasite and the mold. He’d observed Moreau’s experiments from afar, and read all of his mother’s and Mother Miranda’s notes as well as jotting down his own discoveries. One sheet in particular caught his eye and his heart dropped. 

The crest of House Dimitrescu was a large flower with four flowers at its corners, two swords crossing underneath it. A symbol of feminine strength and unity. His mother often told him she saw herself as the center with her blossoms at her sides. It’d always be her and her children. There’d once been four of them, but that changed so quickly. 

“I found his things,” Seonghwa’s voice cut through his thoughts. “He dropped it in the main hall. We might find something of use in here.”

“Like a name.” 

Lady Dimitrescu still wore Felix’s flower. A black rose she kept pinned to her chest with three others so she could keep them with her at all times. He remembered his youngest brother as he flipped through his journal for a blank page. 

Felix was the last of them to be born. Golden locks falling on the sides of his face, small brown freckles across his nose, cheeks, and ears added to his innocent charm. Hongjoong remembered how his mother fawned over his big wide eyes, and how he’d pout his full lips when he didn’t get his way. His mother adored them all, but Felix had been her baby. He’d also been the most reckless. Hongjoong should’ve kept him back when his younger brother chased The Huntsman. He should’ve told him to stay with Mother, and he and the others would handle them, but no. He should’ve listened to Seonghwa. He should’ve listened to Mother. 

With a gun blast to a window and a gust of cold air, Felix’s life ended in a flash. 

‘Day 0: 

Subject is a twenty-three year old male. A bit malnourished, but has a strong heartbeat and responded to the treatment favorably. I inserted the parasite spliced with infected blood, about half of a vial to avoid one overcoming the other. By touch alone, the Cadou appears to have latched itself to the subject’s stomach and began spreading instantaneously. I wish I could cut him open to see the extent, but that will ruin everything. I have high hopes for this one. He shows real promise.’ 

“His name is Wooyoung,” he heard Seonghwa say. “Somebody sewed it into his shirt collar.” 

‘Further testing needs to be conducted, but I might finally have the weapon I’ve been looking for.’ 

“He’s handsome,” said San. “Mother will love him, I’m sure of it.” 

“Mother cannot know,” Hongjoong said, writing down the last of his notes. 

“Why not?” he asked. 

He didn’t want to tell them, but his brothers knew him better than most. “Because she doesn’t know you’re still doing this,” Seonghwa suspected, “Does she?” Hongjoong heard the outrage build in his deep voice, “Have you been keeping these a secret from her?”

“She’ll try to stop me,” Hongjoong replied. “She’d been so brokenhearted when the first three failed,” he faltered at Seonghwa’s angry eyes, “I couldn’t tell her that I’d continued the experiments without her. She already believes it’s pointless.”

“Mother Miranda forbids us from creating any more vessels,” Seonghwa said. “She told Mother there will be serious consequences if we continue these experiments without her permission. You know how serious Miranda is about the parasites and the metamycete. San and I will already be in enough trouble for helping you, but imagine what she’ll do to the person who disobeyed her orders and stole valuable resources from her?” Hongjoong heard the frustration in his voice. Seonghwa, the eldest, never failed to call out the truth. “Hongjoong, this must cease. These experiments of yours must stop. This must be the last one.” 

Seonghwa always smelled faintly of roses. He wore the floral perfume their mother gave him, saying it overpowered the thick metallic blood on him. Hongjoong liked the combination. He inhaled the sweet blood and roses emanating from Seonghwa, mixed with the warmth coming off him. He knew San watched them, as he always did, but Hongjoong couldn’t help looking over his face. Seonghwa is, no doubt, the most handsome of them all. The romantic artist. The poetic dreamer. The beauty connoisseur. People were drawn to Seonghwa like moths to a flame, and Hongjoong was one of them. 

“But I am so close, Hwa,” he implored, gazing right into his lover’s eyes. “I can feel it. This one will be a success. I know it will.”

“That is what you said of the last one, and they died within a few hours,” he said. 

“Because they were weak,” Hongjoong retorted. “This one is strong. He’ll survive.” 

“Hongjoong,” Seonghwa said gently, “Please, promise us this will be the last one.” 

“We need to keep going,” he replied through gritted teeth. “We need to keep trying until we get the right one.”

“Promise us, Hongjoong,” San spoke up this time. “Mother is still grieving over Felix. If she hears that you’ve been doing this, she might think you’re trying to replace him and become even more upset. Promise you’ll stop.”

“Mother will see I am right when he is ready,” Hongjoong said. “Once she sees how strong, durable, and agile my creation is, she will forget all of that. She wants to kill The Huntsman more than any of the others. She wishes to seek revenge on them, and when she sees that my creation can do what we cannot, she’ll understand. When my creation is fully grown, Mother and Mother Miranda will see the benefits of having such a creature.”

“She said she did not want us going anywhere near The Huntsman,” said San. “She doesn’t want to lose us too.”

“We won’t be going near them. He will,” he nodded to the body on the table. “The Huntsman is not the average villager. There is something different about them. I can tell.” He hesitated, “You two weren’t there. You weren’t there when Felix died.” 

His throat dried up suddenly, and he looked away from them. He’d heard Felix’s cries from the lower kitchens during his search for an intruder. They’d been low, deep grunts as he fought off against a strange figure in a hooded trench coat. Hongjoong recalled standing at the end of the hall leading towards the kitchen, and hearing Felix fight for his life. He’d insisted on joining them in hunting down the person who’d broken into their castle. Hongjoong assured their mother he was old enough, and that he could handle himself. He’d been wrong. He’d flown right to the doorway, intent on handling the Huntsman himself, when the Huntsman shot at the window by the door. Icy cold air streamed into the room, creating a barrier between Hongjoong and the two. His hand instinctively flexed when he thought of the burning, paralyzing ice on his hand. He tried pushing through several times, Felix’s grunts pushing him forward, before it happened. 

The Huntsman grabbed Felix by the collar and threw him into one of the windows. The direct contact caused Felix’s body to stiffen, and Hongjoong watched as his youngest brother succumbed to their one weakness. He chased the Huntsman throughout the castle, grief boiling his blood and fueling his rage, before the Huntsman made it outside and over the garden wall. All that was left of Felix was his torso and crumbled crystals on the floor. Hongjoong remembered kneeling beside him, sobbing and cradling the crystalline body full of regret and self-loathing. The grief worsened when his mother found them. Her cries still echo in his head late at night. 

“They got lucky,” Seonghwa told him. “There is nothing special about them.”

“Then how come we cannot find them, hm?” he snapped, his own guilt starting to fill his chest once more. “Why can’t Heisenberg’s body find them? Yunho and Mingi have a better sense of smell than any one-oh, do not make that face. You know it’s true,” he told San, who’d scoffed. “And Jongho can turn into a damned bird. He would’ve at least spotted a cottage or a hideout, but he hasn’t. I am telling you. That bastard, whoever they are, is not normal. We need someone who can rid us of them for good, and he is it.” 

“Darling,” Seonghwa came to him, cupping his cheek, “What happened to Felix isn’t your fault.”

Yes, it was, but he’d never say so out loud. 

“You’ve already done enough to prepare us for another attack,” he said. “You made us immune to the cold. If they were to come now, no amount of wind or ice could stop us. We do not need any experiment you create.” He pushed brown strands from Hongjoong’s face, “You don’t have to keep doing this. You could possibly end up dead too, if the wrong person found out about this.” 

Seonghwa spoke truthfully, and Hongjoong knew this. He will surely face Miranda’s wrath if she learned what he was up to; his mother might face consequences for her son’s actions. But, they’d understand in time the benefits of his plan. His mother did not always approve of his experiments. He hadn't forgotten his mother’s shock when she found him standing stark naked in their courtyard, letting the cold air touch his skin. Shortly after Felix’s passing, Hongjoong decided he wouldn’t lose another brother ever again. So, he went to work creating a genome that would give them the ability to adapt to freezing temperatures. He tested this mainly on himself: injecting the serum into his arm, then sticking his hand out the window. Starting with a hand, it soon became his whole arm, then his shoulder, then his chest, until finally he could stand in the cold unharmed. His insect form took time to adapt to the change, but soon enough he was able to move as swiftly outside as he could inside. He passed it to both Seonghwa and San, making all three men tolerant of the climate. 

When they saw The Huntsman again, no amount of icy wind could destroy them. 

"If this one fails-" he began to say, but Hongjoong cut him off. 

"-It won't fail," he snapped. 

"If it does," he continued, "This will be the last one."

"What?"

"I won't participate in something that would hurt our mother," Seonghwa said firmly. "She grieves enough for Felix. Giving her false hope of another son is cruel even for you, Hongjoong."

"She's in enough pain," San added. "Even if she doesn't say it. She still has his corpse in her bed chambers. She won't put it in the crypt."

Hongjoong knew this well. He often came across Felix's crystalized torso standing in a glass display in his mother's bedroom. She’d look at it whenever she was alone and weep. It was another reminder of his failure and her loss. He promised himself he wouldn't let Felix die in vain. He created the serum so she may never lose another son to weaknesses. He would give her another one to replace the boy she lost, and this time make him bigger and stronger. 

"Fine," he stated, "If that's how you feel, you're free to not participate anymore. But, I am going to keep trying. The Huntsman needs to be stopped. If you two may not take this threat seriously, but I do. I won’t sit by and let them continue insulting our house. I won’t let them stomp out our bloodline so easily. They will pay for what they have done to us, to our mother, to Felix-” he stopped short, swallowing down the lump filling his throat and taking a breath. 

“Hongjoong,” Seonghwa said, “Felix wouldn’t want you to do something that may get you killed-”

“-Well, Felix isn’t here,” he growled. “He’s dead! He’s dead because I wasn’t strong enough to save him! I promised Mother I’d protect him, and I didn’t!” 

“Hongjoong-”

"-Boys!" A female voice spoke from somewhere above. Their mother may be several feet above the dungeons, but they heard her faintly. "Boys, where are you?"

"Don't you two dare tell her," Hongjoong warned them. 

"We won't," Seonghwa said, "It is better she never learns of this."

"Hongjoong? Seonghwa? Sannie!" He heard their mother call to them again, “Boys?” 

"If this one should fail, she will never know."

"It will not fail."

"Come, let's away," San said between them. "Mother is calling."

The three young men swirled into swarms of insects, and flew from their laboratory into the main hall. Lady Alcina Dimitrescu stood in the middle of the hall in front of the fire, her white gown illuminated by the flames. She sucked on the end of a cigarette holder coolly, letting the thick stream into the air as she contemplated quietly. Standing ten feet tall, her black hair in curls under a wide-brimmed hat, their mother was a woman of elegance and sophistication. Yet, even with this, she still exudes power, and demands the respect of her aristocratic birth. A smile graced her face when they appeared in front of her, immediately turning to them. However, the smile faded when she looked at them closely.

"You've been arguing," she stated, glancing between the three of them.

"Hongjoong tried taking one of the corpses in the dungeons to his lab," Seonghwa said. His creative mind made him a clever liar. "I told him to leave them be since they have no use beyond their blood, but he disagreed."

"I wanted to study them," Hongjoong added. "I wanted to see what made them turn into those undead things."

"It's obviously the blood disease, you fool," Seonghwa rolled his eyes.

"I also wanted to see if I could somehow isolate that disease and use it for-"

"-To get a bigger head to fit your ego?-"

"-If anyone has an 'ego' around here, it's you-"

"-That's enough!" Their mother cut in, looking between the two of them. "I told you to leave those creatures alone, Joongie," she said, walking past them to a chair by the fire. “They are far past any real use to anyone.” 

“I was only curious, Mother,” he replied. His eyes met Seonghwa’s, and the elder stuck out his tongue. 

Hongjoong couldn’t help pecking his cheek. Even if they disagreed, he would never stop loving Seonghwa. 

"How was your meeting, Mother?" San asked, gliding to her side and sitting on the floor, his head on her knee. He closed his eyes as her fingers combed through his dark hair. 

"Heisenberg didn't give you trouble, did he?" Asked Seonghwa, grabbing a wine pitcher from nearby to pour glasses for them all. Sangrias Virginis. Maiden's Blood. House Dimitrescu were famous for their winemaking, having a special bottle with a secret ingredient. 

Virgin blood. 

"Nothing outside the usual," she said. "Mother Miranda wished to discuss the baby again. She senses the child is close, and will soon be in our grasp."

"She already has you and the other lords. I don’t understand why she needs a baby," San said, taking his own glass from Seonghwa’s tray. "Could she not simply take a regular baby and use that? Why this specific one? "

"She believes this child has qualities that will make the experiment favorable" she replied. She took a long drink from his glass, then said, "Nothing can really replace a lost child. You cannot remake them a second time." The three men exchanged nervous glances and drank from their cups. She gave a soft sigh, "I made a decision, my sons."

"Yes?"

"I've decided," she paused, "I've decided it is time to put Felix to rest."

"In the family crypt, you mean."

"No, not in the crypt. He never liked it down there. I thought perhaps in the music room. You know how much he loved music." Hongjoong saw the sadness in his mother's eyes. "He deserves that.”

“What he deserves is vengeance,” Hongjoong said over his cup. He swished the crimson liquid around in the silver wine glass, contemplating his subject downstairs. “He deserves to be avenged.”

“We have already discussed this, Hongjoong,” Alcina said firmly. “You are not to seek out The Huntsman. You boys leave that filthy meatsack to me.” She then continued, “I think he’d look lovely in the nook in the corner.”

“I can paint a portrait of him for you, Mother,” said Seonghwa. “We can hang it next to him.”

“That’d be beautiful,” she agreed. 

Hongjoong did not want to think of what that looked like. He imagined Felix's corpse being put on display in their music room, a grand space across from Seonghwa’s atelier, where the grand piano sat by a fireplace. The family sometimes gathered there after dinner, where Felix played his compositions on the piano or the violin. Hongjoong did not want to think of his body sitting in its glass case, no longer able to play his beloved instruments for their entertainment anymore. It wouldn’t be a music room. It’d be a burial site. They'd carry him there, say kind words and put him in a corner. Hongjoong drowned the vision with more wine, the blood thick on his tongue. He thought about the corpse on his lab table. 

Wooyoung will not be another failure. He'd make sure of it. 

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A/N: awww, Joongie just wants to avenge Felix and everyone's mad about it :( anyways, please reblog, like, and feel free to shoot me a comment or something if you're up for it. I really love both resident evil and ateez so naturally they got put together lol

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[pandemonium-kidz]

Ninjago AU - The Writings on The Wall

|| Incorrect Quotes || Character Profiles ||

Still working on it so y'all get my notes :3

Premise and everything under the cut.

Feel free to ask any questions about it.

Premise.

The Merge happened at least 100 years ago, back when Garmadon and Wu were still relatively young.

Garmadon left the monastery after some difficult time with his father, only writing every now and then to let everyone know he was still alive. Wu stayed at the monastery.

Garmadon is on a quest to find the Dragon Cores, Wu too tho he's still mainly stationed at the Monastery, they don't know what the other is doing. Here is where the merge happens.

Wu gets visions and scrolls about something similar happening 100 yrs later so he's on the move to find them again, he's also training a Ninja team to protect the Crossroads.

Garmadon has been traveling around still in search of the dragon cores, but on the trip he ends up adopting a bunch of kids he decides to raise (he also has Lloyd) so he moves to the Crossroad too.

And chaos ensues.

The Groups and Ages

Garmadon Kids aka Pandemonium Kids

Skylor Chen - 16yrs old Kai Jiang-Smith - 15yrs old Morro Wojira - 14yrs old Nya Jian-Smith 13yrs old Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon - 9yrs old Wyldfyre Wyrven - 5 yrs old Heatwave? - MIA

+1 - Harumi Jade- 10yrs old

Wu's Kids aka The Ninja

Zane Julien - 17yrs old? Cole Brookstone - 17yrs old Jay Walker - 16 yrs old Pixal Borg - 16yrs old Arin Spinjitzu - 6yrs old Sora Nekomata - 7yrs old Riyu - Baby dragon

Both Garmadon and Wu are over 150 yrs old. Misako is around 60.

World/Realms notes

Ninjago - Humans mainly

Wyldness/Chima - Beast-like/Weres body structure

Imperium - Cyberpunk

Departed - Ghosts keep the form of what they killed them (Stabbed will have the stab wound in the open for, decpaitated will have a floating head, etc)

Onis and Dragons - Dragons are western-like looking [Dragons, Wyverns, Drakes, Wyrms, etc], Onis (same as canon) hunters are dieselpunk based.

Cloud kingdom - Angel-like imagery

Never realm - Formlings behave like shapeshifters [Can shapeshit onto their animal fully or partially, also have a "beast" form"]

Underworld - Skeletons and "hell-like" image

Djinjago - Same as canon?… maybe

Realm of Madness - Think of it like evil Alice in wonderland [So like, American McGee's Alice or IB]

Realm of Lee - TBD, maybe Candy-based, no info has been given about this one

Realm of Mysteryum - TBA

Species notes

Serpentine are more like Lamias/Medusa/Naga looking

Geckle - Same as canon

Munce - Same as canon

Merlopians - Similar to canon, some folks look more like mermaids (Also take inspiration from Zoras/Zelda)

Sky Folks- Similar to canon, (some inspiration from Rito/Wind Waker-Zelda)

Craglings - Same as canon (Golems)

Djinns - Same as canon?

Formlings - Shapeshifter similar to canon (Human form, Anthro & Feral forms, Beast/Were form)

Characters notes

Jay & Skylor are "Half Serpentine" through magical transformation

Morro & Cole are half-ghost "Danny Phantom" Style

Zane & Pixal are androids (Similar to canon)

Lloyd, Kai & Nya are part dragon

Kai & Nya are 1/4 dragon (lyndwyrm); 1/8 Merlopians; 1/8 Keepers and 1/2 human

Lloyd is 1/4 Oni 1/4 dragon and 1/2 human

Wyldfyre is half-dragon (Wyvern)

Harumi and Arin are full humans

Sora is human w cyberware

Euphrasia is angel-like (Cloud kingdom resident)

Geo is half munce and half geckle like canon

Morro & Euphrasia are both wind elementals (Morro has an easy control over Sea and Land breezes, Euphrasia has a better control of Mountains breezes)

Garmadon- 1/2 Oni and 1/2 Dragon- More Oni-Like looking (Looks like a Gargoyle)

Wu-More Dragon Looking (Humanoid Anthro style)

Extra Notes

Dragon hunters have a noticeable hold on the Black Market, Imperium is one of their most regular clients (Beatrix and Ras specifically)

Imperium is hunting both dragons and elementals.

The Crossroads is situated around Ninjago city, with Ninjago city serving as the "heart" of the whole place, you could explore the whole crossroads if you just drive in circles. (Will take you some time tho)

#ninjago #ninjago au #lego ninjago #ninjago lego #TWoTW Au #ninjago fanfiction

[gamerbearmira]

I could talk about this resident evil 8 AU for days! I've actually been keeping myself from posting more asks That way I can get your response/feedback before I start adding more.

Miranda definitely projects onto Mirabel in fact when she first got there Miranda didn't give her to Alcina and instead had her living with her and she refused to call her by her name and was calling her Eva instead. she did that for like a week before she gave her to Alcina but when she gets extremely upset with her she will call her Eva and tell her that she's her daughter.

Speaking of Alcina her and her daughters relationship with Mirabel is.... Complicated to say the least. Mirabel loves Alcina and her daughters because Alcina took her in and truly did act like a mother figure that would never harm her and they all loved her like their own but Mirabel hates unnecessary cruelty/violence which is something the Dimitrescu family loves to do. they try to tone it down by a large amount because they saw how much it truly bothered her but they all are very temperamental/sadistic which I think is a by-product of their version of the mutations (plus the fact that they need to eat people to survive) so they aren't very successful which put a bit of stain on their relationship with Mirabel. Which they are all very aware of and try everything in their power to bridge the gap with her to varying degrees of success.

When Miranda forces Maribel to experiment on her family Maribel does what she could to defy her in the moment which was to beg and plead with her not to do it and to try and get her to change her mind. But after she threatened to experiment on them herself Maribel went ahead and did it (Miranda doesn't use actual anesthesia she instead uses a paralyzer so when she experiments on people they can't move but they are awake and aware of everything that's happening That includes all of the Lords)

When there are experiments of hers that has the result being something like the lycans she immediately puts them down herself that way the person inside isn't suffering and there aren't a bunch of monsters running around that she created and causing mass casualties/complete chaos. Which is something that karl argues with her a lot about saying that she's wasting potential soldiers for the army against Miranda.

Speaking of Karl they have a very love-hate relationship. They both sometimes get together and get along over their mutual hatred of Miranda and try to make plans to stop her but because they both go about it in two very different ways they often are arguing with each other on how to stop Miranda (it also doesn't help that Mirabel spend a good portion of her time with Alcina who hates him) both are convinced that their way is the right way and can't believe the other one can't see what they're doing wrong. The way that Mirabel is trying to stop her is by trying to create a brand new body for her daughter to go in that way there is no need for a human vessel and instead she has her own freshly made body to take over and we all know karl's way of trying to stop Miranda.

Mirabel does not physically touch The orphans/her family without wearing a pair of leather gloves because she "doesn't want a monster like myself touching people so pure and innocent."

Speaking of the family Julieta does NOT want to let Mirabel out of her sight. None of them do but Julieta is probably the worst out of all of them about that and had the most visceral reaction when Miranda slaps mirabel across the face (which she does when they are in the middle of dinner she wanted to make sure that the entire family was in one area and saw her "light punishment".)

SO COULD I. But I could also talk about Resident Evil all day in general. I blame my friend because she got me into it 😭😭

Honestly, it’s so sad that Miranda projects onto her. I mean this whole thing started because she simply couldn’t cope with her daughter’s death and really thought she could bring her back. And now she’s taking poor Mirabel and treating her like she Eva and not…Mirabel. Like what is this, Law and Order?? SVU??? Imagine how terrified Mirabel is. She was kidnapped, and is now being called some random name. And then even after that, Miranda will snap at her and call her Eva, which is WILD. And then she made her experiment on her family. And Mirabel only did it because she didn’t want her family to suffer to much in the aftermath and. Let’s be real here, Mirabel’s mortality rates are way lower than Miranda’s when it comes to experimental stuff 🗿

Honestly, I can see and honestly agree that Mirabel does care for Lday D and her daughters, but like. Morally, she CANNOT agree with the stuff they do. Like when she found out, she did understand that they needed it to survive, but she felt like they could have done it by more. You know. Conventional means. Or at least very least more humane 💀 she wants to be close, but honestly that whole sadistic killing thing and making wine out of their blood is just not how she rolls ☹️ and with Karl. They remind me of siblings, I mean they both can agree a some (very few) things, but just refuse to hear the other out, but honestly it’s kinda understandable.

ALSO MIRABEL WEARING GLOVES I CAN’T. LIKE I CAN’T RN. FR. Like the fact that she feels like that breaks my heart I can’t do this 🤧🤧 light punishment is actually crazy. Like clinically insane. Which Miranda probably is tbh. I understand Julieta’s reaction, shoot I wouldn’t let her outta my sight either 🌚📸 like imagine how horrified she was when Mirabel just SAT THERE AND TOOK IT. Idk about Julieta, but let somebody do that to my child and we gone take it outside 🧌

This how that dinner went:

Ok I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m gone 🌫️🌫️

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[caitlynmeow]

I’m only now realizing that I shouldn’t be calling it modern au because resident evil 8 is canonically modern 💀💀 but what is an appropriate name for the thing where everyone is a normal human and the daughters aren’t feral bloodthirsty gremlins

#like it’s literally modern what am am calling it a modern au for lmao #personal #house dimitrescu #resident evil village #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #resident evil 8 #bela dimitrescu #re8 #alcina dimitrescu

[thabigradwolf]

This stupid thought that has been in my head all day.

Okay but what about Donna looking over a fashion design project and being frustrated. Alcina walks up from behind and wraps her big arms and hands around Donna and nuzzles into her neck. Donna instinctually grinds into Alcina and rest her arms on hers.

That’s it. Do they fuck right there? Or does Donna play a mind games with Alcina. Maybe she has a perfume on that just does something for Alcina; something make the Romanian “need” her? Make her beg for the smaller woman? Off power play…I love it.

What to do, what to do? Obviously Benetrescu either way but good lord.

#alcina dimitrescu #resident evil village #re8 #resident evil #lady dimitrescu #lesbian #me howling #donna beneviento #resident evil 8 #human au #benetrescu

[sevendeadlyyamis]

BFDI Ethnicity HCs

Why? I just feel like it.

Characters will be sorted in alphabetical order in their post-split BFB and TPOT teams (And also the exitors):

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Note: In a human au, I imagine them all living in Canada. Just keep that in mind when reading this blog post.

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Have Cots:

- Balloony : Romani British (His grandparents are from Romania) - Bubble: 1/3 Ukranian, 2/3 Mongolian (Her mother immigrated to Mongolia in her 20s) - Gelatin : Hawaiian - Leafy : 1/2 Taglog-Filipino, 1/2 Saudi Arabian (Tree is her father and Woody is her half-brother) - Lollipop : Black Hungarian (Her ancestors were from South Africa, and Teardrop is her niece) - Ruby: Chinese (Although some of her sisters are 1/2 Thai) - Teardrop: Romani Hungarian (Lollipop is zer aunt)

Have Nots:

- Blocky : 1/2 Japanese, 1/2 Scottish - Firey: Ojibwe (Ojibwe people are one of the Indigenous groups in Canada. Firey Jr is his cousin) - Flower : 1/3 Irish, 2/3 Turkish - Loser : African-American (Specifically Libyan) - Spongy : Francophone (French-Canadian) - Taco : Chilean - Woody : 1/2 Saudi-Arabian, 1/2 Taiwanese (His half-sister is Leafy and his father in Tree)

The S!:

- Bottle : 1/4 Turkish , 3/4 Korean - Clock : Finnish (White) - Cloudy : 1/2 Belgian, 1/2 Palestinian - Ice Cube : Korean - Rocky : Brazilian - Winner : Desi (Their great-grandparents are from Pakistan) - Yellow Face : Born and raised Anglophone (English Canadian)

Team8s:

- Barf Bag : Malaysian - Coiny : Egyptian - Donut : Indonesian-German - Gaty : 3/4 Greek, 1/4 Cree (Indigenous Canadian tribe) - Needle : Japanese - Pin : 1/2 Malgasy , 1/2 Indian (Grandmother on her mother's side is from Madagascar and her father is from India) - Saw : Japanese

Death P.A.C.T again!:

- Black Hole : 1/2 South African, 1/2 Romani Hungarian - Fanny : Iroquois (Indigenous Canadian tribe) - Lightning : 1/2 Anglophone, 1/2 Korean - Marker : Mexican (Pen and Pencil are his cousins) - Pie: Iranian (She's also a muslim) - Remote : Afro-Syrian - Tree : Saudi Arabian-Australian

The Strongest Team On Earth:

- Basketball : Hispanic Danish (Her ancestors are from Peru) - Bell : 1/3 Chilean, 2/3 Metis - Eggy : Latin American - Foldy : Japanese - Grassy : Anglophone (Black) - Robot Flower : Black German - Snowball : Icelandic

Just Not:

- Bomby : 1/2 Chinese, 1/2 African American - Book : Black Francophone - Cake : 1/3 Puerto Rican, 2/3 Colombian (His parents are both black) - Naily : Taiwanese - Nickel : Indonesian (May or not be related to II Nickel) - Pillow : 1/2 Swedish, 1/2 Japanese - Price Tag : Manobo-Filipino (Manobo are Indigenous people that reside in the Philipines

Are You Okay?:

- Eraser : Indian-Polish - Fries : Peruvian - Golf ball : 1/2 Scottish, 1/2 Nigerian (Her mother immigrated to Canada from Nigeria when she was a teenager which is when she met Golf ball's father in an airport (He's a year younger than her[*Golfball's mom] ). ) - Pen : Mexican (Pencil is his sister and Marker is his cousin) - Puffball : 1/2 Vietnamese , 1/2 Anglophone (White) - Tennis ball : 3/4 British , 1/4 Thai - TV : Ukranian

Exitors:

- Pencil : Mexican (Pen is her sibling and Marker is her cousin) - Bracelety : 1/2 Greek, 1/2 South African - Liy : 1/2 Slavic-Greek, 1/2 Vietnamese - Roboty : Unknown - 8-Ball : Japanese - Stapy : Italian-Peruvian - Match : 1/2 Metis, 1/2 Afro-Mexican - Firey Jr : 1/2 Ojibwe, 1/2 Mexican (Firey is his cousin) - David : 1/2 Francophone, 1/2 German - Dora : Colombian

Others:

- Profily : Laos-Anglophone (Their grandparents immigrated to Canada in the 70s) - Onigiri : 1/2 Korean, 1/2 Japanese - Evil Leafy : Taiwanese (Woody's mother adopted her when she was 8) - Tune : Cantonese

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So that is everything: Thank you for listening

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