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niko-sasaki-dbd · 7 months ago

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Queue Interview with the Dead Boy Detectives Cast 👻🔎

This is going to be a long post! (These are my favourite parts from the interview!)

George Rexstrew as Edwin Payne

Acting Inspiration

Oh, gosh. Well there are so many. Meryl Streep, obviously. Viola Davis, obviously. More recently, I was blown away by Enzo Vogrincic in Society of the Snow. And Eden Dambrine in Close.

Cast Camaraderie

I loved working with all my co-stars. I’m practically related to Jayden [Revri] and Kassius [Nelson] at this point. Yuyu [Kitamura] is a dream. Jenn [Lyon] is mother hen. Bri[ana Cuoco] is the cool older sister. Josh[ua Colley] is the cheeky cousin. Ruth [Connell] is the godmother who gives you a card and £20 for your birthday. It really is one big happy dysfunctional family. I’m grateful for all of them, on and off camera.

Jayden Revri as Charles Rowland

Dressing The Part

These heads of departments, and Monique and Kelli, [they’re] unbelievable. They were so collaborative. We went through different hairstyles and different things we could do with the makeup. We added a bit of eyeliner for [Charles] just to make it feel more 80s. And then Kelli, I mean, it was like she did her research on me. She added badges to the jacket which kind of represented me as Jayden, before I even got there. It wasn’t until I got the haircut, put the makeup on, put the costume on, and I was like, Okay, this is Charles.

Cast Camaraderie.

The vibe was just incredible. Me and George, we really wanted to set the tone for the series and make sure that everyone’s having fun and it’s an environment where we could all talk about how we’re feeling. We were just such a big support blanket for each other. If there was ever a time that somebody needed space, or they wanted to prep themselves for a certain scene they were going to film, we all respected that and we were each other’s cheerleaders the whole entire time. And it’s still the same to this day now. I think it really shows when you watch the series that we all knew what we were making and we wanted to make something that we would want to watch, which we’ve all done. I cannot shout out my castmates enough. Forever grateful.

Kassius Nelson as Crystal Palace

Acting Inspiration

I watched a lot of animation. I used to watch the Addams Family, the black-and-white one, because I didn’t have Disney Channel or anything. Monk, Murder She Wrote, I was watching those things, so maybe I was actually destined to play a detective, now that I’m thinking about it. I watched a lot of cartoons and animations. I just liked the idea that I could be engrossed in another world. And I always wanted to know what happened next, or when the film finished, I would be like, “Okay, but then what? What happens after that?” And now I get to be part of that question or that answer (...).

Dressing the Part

We have a fantastic costume designer, Kelli Dunsmore. I always say that she literally wove the story into the fabric of the clothes, because there are things that she foreshadowed in the clothing that happened episodes later. Or, if characters start to get in some sort of relationship with each other, that will be reflected in the clothes that they wear or the colors that they have. Or, if they’re feeling any type of emotion, (...)l. Crystal wears these massive platform boots that must be about four or five inches. They’re huge, very heavy, but it’s funny because they change the way that you walk. (...) She’s not very light, which makes sense with the things that she’s going through and the experiences that she’s having. Practically, it helped, because Jayden and George are like six-foot-something. So, if I film a scene and I’m at the bottom of the lens and they’re up there, that helped. I’ve got a good couple inches on my feet.

Yuyu Kitamura as Niko Sasaki

Acting Inspiration

Sandra Oh is a woman that I will forever be indebted to because who she was on Grey’s Anatomy was so formative for me. The most interesting thing about her character was not that she was Asian, but that she was such a fully fleshed person with flaws and amazing qualities. And her work ever since I think has been iconic, so she’s a woman that I deeply look up to.

Landing the role in Dead Boy Detectives

I auditioned from Hong Kong and my dad was my reader because all of my acting friends were in New York. My dad was able to carve out time and be an amazing reader. And in that audition side, it’s the scene where Niko gets to see the “Dead Boys” for the first time, and there’s a line in there that was something along the lines of me talking to Edwin and asking, “Do you two make out with each other?” And my dad stopped the tape and he was like, “What are you reading for?” And I was like, “Don’t give me notes, it’s fine!” And so that was the audition process! I think within a month I found out I got the part and it’s been an absolute dream ever since.

Dressing the Part

(...) I think on paper Niko can seem like a certain type of character, but even in the choice of every costume we did, every color that she wears, every meticulous little piece about everything from her nails to her room, it’s so well curated and thought out. Through her journey, we also find that she’s a woman that wears what she feels. On the surface, she might seem like the most joyful, young, optimistic girl, but it’s the inner confidence and bravery where we find that she’s layered, and she is very much a young woman coming of age.

SOURCE: MEET THE REAL DEAD BOY DETECTIVES (AND FRIENDS)

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timegays · 1 year ago

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another swap au? Yes.

rambles below

Mischa-ocean: more of a jackass in this au. Big sports dude and is on the school football team. Convinced he’s the best and will be pissed if you challenge him. Tries to act cool and tough but is pretty lame.

ocean-Constance: that shy quiet girl who’s really smart. More to herself and shy. A bit of a pushover. People tend to use her just got get answers to things. Mischa just says he’s her friend so he can cheat off her.

noel-Ricky: you’re only getting French out of this man. Try as you might be refused to speak much else with a few exceptions. Still dreams of being Monique. Way more out there and expressive. Think of a theatre kid. Yea.

Ricky-noel: much more blunt and rude. Takes no shit. Dreams of being savannah and the same cat girl fantasy as her. More flamboyant about the space age bachelorette stuff.

penny/Jane-Mischa: angry and bitter. Was separated from Ezra and only cares about getting him back. Steals things and sells them to get some cash. Still a recluse but definitely more known in the community.

Constance- Jane: nobody remembers her. Her face was replaced with the glass from her glasses. It’s a mirror. She had nothing else to her name.

#ride the cyclone #constance blackwood #jane doe #penny lamb #mischa bachinski #ricky potts #noel gruber #ocean oconnell rosenberg #my art #I finished this like right before I went so bed so.#Yea

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littleholmes · 1 year ago

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And the next day Gojo shows him a picture of the rainbow dragon in a textbook and says, “HOW do you not know how powerful that thing is?”

Geto gives him the surprised Pikachu face, his stomach churning at the thought of what happened after he first ingested that dragon.

Gojo goes on, “You just—Do you have any idea how powerful that curse is and how powerful YOU are to just have that curse practically in your pocket?!”

Geto stares at him, frowning. “I don’t keep them in my pocket…”

“You really are the Most Clueless Special Grade Sorcerer in existence. It doesn’t matter where you keep them, you have them at your disposal to use and that’s AMAZING!”

When Geto says it doesn’t feel so amazing because he doesn’t know how to control them, Gojo rolls his eyes and goes on and on about how he’s learning to and he’s still super powerful and one day they’ll both be the strongest.

sorry @epickiya722 I couldn’t help myself 😂

Out of all the curses Suguru possessed in his arsenal, the ones I want to know the story behind is Rainbow Dragon (LIKE WHERE THE HELL DID HE GET A DRAGON), Kuchisake-Onna (had to have went to a haunted location or something for her) and the squids (that is a lot of squids, did he come across a huge group like those fish curse spirits in the movie, like did he go to a beach for them).

#jjk #satoru gojo #suguru geto #jjk headcanons #jjk thoughts #idk i’m rambling #Monique answers things

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soft-persephone · 3 months ago

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A Fresh Start 4

T // WC 2.k // slight angst, grief, mental health // masterlist // series masterlist //

You turned over in bed. Huddling the sheets closer to your person before jutting out a leg on top away from the covers. You raised your body half ways before tumbling back down without a sound, letting your hair fall behind you and out of your face as you laid down.

This was good.

The house was quiet, Marvin picked up Momo to spend the day with him and Janine hours ago.

The silence was good. The distance was good.

But you also hated it.

Monique and you were amicable with one another. You’d like to think of her as a friend, but a bondary was set. You could only go so far and she would only come so near. Calls between you and her no longer happened. Just texting, mostly telling you to call Marvin, ask Marvin. Marvin, Marvin Marvin.

But you don’t want to.

You needed distance.

Marvin was nice to look at. It wasn’t a secret, but no one ever said anything about it, so you refused to bring it up, not to anyone, no matter the reason.

Maybe he looked so good no one would bare to bring it up. Who dwells on solidified, unobstructable, irrefutable facts?

Apparently you.

You sighed, pressing yourself further into the sheets, an attempt to move yourself away from your own thoughts, but it was working. You scrunch the sheets by your head with a fist.

You should call your therapist. She was available this weekend.

Call me if you need me, she said.

You're not. . . You can’t.

You already told her you wouldn’t. That there’s no need, so you can’t possibly call her now.

Especially, because deep down you’d know what the conversation would be about and you weren’t ready for it. She hinted at it in your last session, but you ignored all the uncertainty she was bringing up.

You talked about the usual things. Your brother, death and the hold it’s had on you. The constant and near miss, incessant per suit of you. It clings to those around you and keeps threatening the entirety of your wellbeing.

You know it’s natural that it happens to everyone, but it shouldn’t be happening like this. Not to you, and it just keeps happening.

You can’t do anything about it.

Because the reality of what makes man mortal and human are being blurred day by day, and yet, the world keeps moving like it’s okay.

You turned, tossing to face the other direction towards the window, seeking salvation in the rolling thunder and hard pattering rain.

Your phone vibrated.

It shook you, pulling you into reality.

You answered it, Momo’s chubby little face surrounded by pastel purple and electric green beads filled the screen.

Her giggles filled the room, filling you with warmth.

“Are you going to keep laughing or are you actually going to say something?” You hummed at her.

The life and vibrancy of your tone felt foreign to you. Your ability to be and feel the warmth of such a precious moment almost felt foreign, but you clinched into it, knowing just how real it is, pushing your dark thoughts away for another day.

“Why are you still in bed? Are you sick?” Janine’s little face pushed Momo’s out of the way. Her adorable features hold a pout of concern. Her eyes wide and shiny as she looked at you, a hint of a watery glossy glimmer in her eye as she carefully studied every part of your face

No matter how hard you try to escape Marvin, he seems to find you. Whether he chases you down himself, or he haunts you through Janine. The sparkling glow that never leaves her eyes and the way she holds onto her compassion for others carries his spirit with her. His need to watch and study others carried over into her, but not as obsessive or intense. He’s embedded in every part of her as much as her mother is.

“No, I’m not sick. I’m fine.” You said softly in an effort to reassure her. Believing you, she gave you a smile.

Momo knew a little more of the truth, but it was just as censored.

“She’s not sick.” She began to explain, “she’s just having a lazy day.”

Janine nodded seriously.

This was a reason of perfect and complete sense.

Satisfied that you were okay and with the reason why, they began squealing and laughing to you about their day together.

You wished you still found it annoying and unbearable as the first few times they started to do this, but you’d be lying if you didn’t say you got used to it.

You speak fluent squeal.

“Give me my phone.” A rich dulcet tone called out. “Go play.”

An ambush.

You laid down, shielding yourself with the covers as the screen went black before Marvin’s face came into view and the children went away.

He’s not slick.

“Why are you still in bed? I picked Momo up at 7?” He looked at his watch, “it’s 12:00.”

He held the phone at an audaciously low angle. His wide shoulders going from screen to screen. His eyes glimmered with a strong and silent concern as he looked down at you.

“It’s 11:30.” You softly defend yourself.

You turn the brightness of the screen down to hide your face.

Curse him and the way he holds his phone! You prayed to God for divine intervention. To make him pick up his phone and talk to you properly, not looking down at you, not while he looked like that.

His gray shirt is tight on his chest. The fabric pulled taught, revealing the indents of his chest, every bump and groove of his muscles as they rippled under his shirt. He put one arm behind his head, slouching deeper into his seat on the couch. His arm subtly flexed with the movement.

His eyes were focused in front of him, and you could hear mumbled commentary of a game. Football? Does that come on Saturdays?

You pressed your legs closer together and discretely bit your lip, you hadn’t really thought of doing it. It just happens. You force yourself to stop once you realize, quickly looking away from the screen. Just with your eyes. The overcast clouds hid the sun away, and you didn’t have any lights on. Your face was hidden and you were thankful.

“You watching something?” His voice startled you, pulling your attention back towards him.

Fuck him.. fuck him for real.

“Yeah,” you replied without missing a beat, not thinking much of it.

“What are you watching?” He said it apathetically. His tone revealed his dread to even ask.

“What do you think I’m watching?” You playfully rolled your eyes.

“How many times are you going to watch that thing?”

“Until I die, Marvin! As long as I am alive I will be watching this show.”

“What year did that show come off tv?” .

‘98, I don't know what your point is. Living Single is a classic and it deserves everything Friends got.”

“Well of course you don’t.” He started matter of factly, “because you’re lying.”

Your shoulders slumped and you had to forcefully stop the smacking of your teeth.

“How do you keep doing that?”

“I have my ways.” He held a smile, but it was only polite, tinged with pity or perhaps an empathy of sorts for your situation. A look that usually upsets you when you see it, but this time it feels real, genuine.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Usually, when someone asked, you would have said no. You wanted to say no. . . but it spilled out of you.

“It was a regular drive.” you licked your lips, pausing for a moment, “They had gone on a family trip for Winter Break, Samiya and my Brother Derik had been planning for it since the beginning of the year. Momo was so excited. . .They talked about it all the time. Every holiday, every event, any Sunday dinner, they’d go on and on about all the things they’d do and how an amazing time Momo would have. “ You laughed, blinking away a few tears with it.

“But the funny thing is, I can't remember anything about that trip they took.”

You looked away from your phone.

Marvin’s gaze too much. His expansive brown eyes and how they regarded you with such humble reverence for your pain and grief as they reflected the light around him overwhelmed you, stirring the emotions building within you.

“It started with a call. I was at work, and my mom called. She was crying so hard I could barely understand her, but somehow I did. Derik and his family were in a hospital. Samiya’s gone, he was in a coma, and Momo was beat up, a little bruised but she was okay.”

Your eyes darted over the room, glossing over the shapeless blobs of dark and gray, that become harder to define and distinguish as the sunless sky sets and the rain clouds grow thicker and darker. Everything you had been slowly pushing away, shoving deep inside of you to not think about just so you could have an ounce of strength to get through the week, to keep moving everyday, so you can take care of Momo and whatever was left of yourself, was coming out. It was slowly suffocating you, surrounding you like the dimness in the room, the clouds in the sky.

“But then you see it play on the news.” you purse your lips. “ over and over and over again. He-Man threw that 18 wheeler at the Highway.”

You look back at your phone.

Marvin’s still looking at you, studying you.

Something about the way his eyes reflex the line and shine back at you, makes you smile. It always does.

When you smile this time, that's when you notice the tears falling down your face. You whip them away silently laughing as you do.

“I’d say I’m sorry,” he started lowly, his low tember was as soft as it could be, “But I'm sure you're tired of hearing that.”

“Not when you say it.” you interjected without thinking.

His somber gaze shifted a little, his white teeth honored you with a hint of a smile.

“Do you ever think of doing something about it?” He shifted in his seat, eyes looking away from you for the first time, searching for the right words above him.

“Doing something about what?” You squinted in confusion, thoroughly puzzled.

“Confronting him, making him pay. . .”

“There’s no way.” Your answer was automatic, “There’s nothing to do now but move forward. Pick up the pieces of what’s left and hold on to each other.”

Marvin softened, nodding his head.

“You're doing a great job.”

His words held a warmth that filled you, stunning you. Something about it gave you pause, washing you with a momentary lightheadedness. You curbed it away with a curl of your toes and attempted to bite back the smile that threatened to reveal itself on your face any further. A smile too big and bashful did not belong on your face. You refused it.

As if on cue, Momo and Janine could be heard giggling from one side of the room to another, followed by a squealing laughter.

“Hey!” All laughter at alarmingly high frequencies that only little girls could make ceased, “Don’t run up and down my house. Go sit down somewhere.”

“I’m sure they were just getting some water or something.” you explained for them.

“I don't care what they're doing. They’re not going to run around in here.”

He shook his head, narrowing his eyes at you.

“What’s for dinner?”

You looked at the time.

Huffing, you flung the sheets off of you and stretched.

“Probably tacos.”

“Sounds good.” he smiled at you appraisingly, it was provocatively contagious. “Don’t burn the house down this time.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, “Did Momo tell you about that?” It was rhetorical. “I didn’t burn the house down and it was one little stove- top-grease-fire.”

“You're not making tacos around my babygirl.”

“It was one time!”

#Mother'sMIlk x Reader #Marvin Milk x Reader #M.M. x Reader #Laz Alonso #Laz Alonso x reader #the boys amazon prime #the boys #fanfiction #slight angst #x black reader #black fem reader #black writer #black fanfction #black fandom #i wr #black love

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gumnut-logic · 10 months ago

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Five pick up and one drop off (Pick up 5)

Pick up 1 | Pick up 2 | Pick up 3 | Pick up 4 | Pick up 5

This one took a bit of wrangling, but here it is.

Monique first appeared when Scott needed a little roadside assistance.

I hope you enjoy her second appearance :D

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Monique was his pickup truck and he loved her.

She had been red a long time ago, but nowadays she was more brown and just old. He did keep her maintained and she was definitely road worthy. But she was old. And when you’re old, things sometimes broke down.

Which is why Virgil Tracy, billionaire, International Rescue operative, engineer, artist, musician and coffee fan was currently lying in the weeds on the roadside under the old girl.

There was grease in his hair.

It was his fault really. He had been so busy of late; he hadn’t had time to get out to the farm and service her. And since she was no longer driven regularly, well, he had hoped, but this was inevitable.

Sorry, Grandpa.

He sighed. He wasn’t going to be able to fix this out here in the middle of nowhere country Kansas, and consequently he was stranded.

Looking at the state of the bearings involved he was lucky he had made it out here without seizing something up and coming to a very sudden stop.

“Sorry, Monique baby, but you’re not going anywhere for a while.” He sighed and reached for the rag he knew he would be needing.

“Virgil?”

He jumped.

Unfortunately, being under the car with little or no clearance, he whacked his head on the gearbox.

“Ow! John, what the-?”

“Virgil, you okay?”

His brother’s voice came from his collar comms, of course. Johnny was not standing next to the car. Though, come to think of it, Johnny would be preferable to the brother he knew he was going to have to call.

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t sound fine.”

“Jus’hit my head. What do you need?” Please not a rescue. He was on leave and leaving Monique on the side of the road was just wrong.

And he was working out logistics on how to get Monique into Thunderbird Two fast enough not to slow them down. But then she would be in the way and could compromise a mission, and damnit, he really didn’t want to leave her on the side of the road!

“Just checking in. You’ve been stationary in the middle of nowhere for some time now and its not like Monique has a computer I can interface with for a tech report.”

“You mean hack. My Lamborghini has not felt right since you played in her processor.”

“I needed information! You looked like you were being attacked!”

“I was being kissed, John. Clean your lenses.”

“Over the hood of your car.”

“I enjoyed it.”

“TMI, Virgil.”

Virgil couldn’t help grinning. It wasn’t often he won a verbal spar with his space brother. “I am fine, John. No kissing happening here.”

The frustrated groan from orbit only made him grin more.

“So you don’t want me to notify Gordon that you need rescuing?”

The grin vanished and it was Virgil’s turn to groan. Okay, needling John was never a successful ploy. One day he would remember that his brother was a genius and had all the answers.

A sudden banging on the side of his truck startled him enough to hit his head again. What the-?

“You okay down there, mate?”

Uh? Virgil pushed himself out from under his truck and found himself squinting up at a guy about his Dad’s age.

“Broken down?”

“Uh, yeah.” He got his feet under himself and leaning on Monique, stood up.

There was a giant black pickup truck on the other side of the road, three times the size of Monique. A sticker with flickering flame towards the rear declared ‘Burning dinos’.

“Need a hand?” The guy had a grey beard and hair, bit of a belly, and tattoo down one tanned arm.

Virgil grabbed that rag and wiped his hands best he could. “No, she’s not going anywhere, I’m afraid. Thanks for stopping, though.”

“Not a prob. Just doing the neighbourly thing.” The man frowned. “Say, are you from around here?”

“Not quite-”

“You look familiar.” The man’s frown deepened.

Uh, oh.

“You been on the HoloV?”

“Uh-“

The man peered at his face, enough for Virgil to have to take a step back and collide with Monique.

“You look a lot like one of those rescue guys. You know, the ones who fly those planes that make all that noise.”

“Well, yeah I-“

But then the guy was laughing. “Sorry, you must get that a lot.”

“Sometimes.”

“It’s not like one of those billionaires would drive something like that, is it?”

And he was gesturing at Monique.

Virgil frowned. “Well-“

“After all, I earn enough and look at my girl. She’s got everything I can afford and still she needs more.”

A glance at the black monstrosity and there was definitely no need for more. He seriously doubted the vehicle had ever done a lick of work, or in some cases, could.

He could hear his father saying it now - ‘she ain’t pretty, but she’s practical’. Dad always was function over form. Monique may be old and worn, but she’d earnt every scratch and scrape, and she wore them proudly.

“So, you doin’ her up?”

“What?”

“Your truck. She a work in progress?”

“No, she just needs some repairs. My brother will pick me up soon.” He really should call Gordon, despite the ribbing involved.

“Sure you don’t want a lift?”

“Yeah, thanks anyway.” Was it rude to hope the man would leave?

Probably.

Unfortunately, either way, he didn’t.

“So, what is it? The money?

“Excuse me?”

“The reason why you drive a broken truck.”

“Uh-“

“Just imagine if we had the money. You could fix up it up, give it a new paint job.” He arched an eyebrow at Monique. “Or buy a new one.”

“I like my truck as she is.” Bar a busted bearing or two.

The guy eyed Virgil like he had a disease. “Why?”

“She’s an heirloom.”

“I can see that.” He took a step back as if to really look at Virgil’s truck. “Is that a backyard eco-conversion?” A look of pure horror crossed the guy’s face.

“Yeah.” Dad and Grandpa had done it together back in the 2030s. Grandpa didn’t want to take the truck off the road, so the gas engine got the boot and Dad had helped him install the eco-conversion.

“You do realise an eco can’t compare to a traditional gasoline engine? My girl has six hundred horsepower under her hood. She works hard and plays hard. She can pull 15,000 pounds and not break a sweat.”

Virgil folded his arms. “Impressive.” Except for the whole burning hydrocarbons issue, deal breaker that it was. He wasn’t going to mention Monique’s specs, she was after all, more than she looked.

Besides, he could hear the sound of his girl in the distance. She could pull a lot of things.

Thunderbird Two shot into a low hover above Monique, tossing hair and grass alike, her roar all encompassing. “Hey, Virg, Johnny said you needed a lift?” Gordon’s voice bounced around as big truck guy’s jaw dropped.

“Thanks, Gordon.” Virgil turned to his companion and held out a hand. “Thanks again for stopping.”

The man’s hand was offered absently as he stared up at Virgil’s girl.

“You might want to stand back.”

He vaguely nodded and backed his way across the road to his truck.

“Gordon, grapples will do the job. It’s not far.”

“Aye, Captain.”

Virgil rolled his eyes and, pulling open Monique’s driver side door, climbed in and put on his seat belt.

The clunk of four magnetic grapples, a gentle tug, and Monique left the ground.

Virgil couldn’t help but look down at the man staring up at Virgil’s girl.

Was it wrong to enjoy the shock on the man’s face?

Probably.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #john tracy #gordon tracy #nuttyfic #this one fought me #Gordy didn't get the yellow motorbike I promised him #maybe next time

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loupy-mongoose · 1 year ago

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To Clear Up Confusion About Randy.

So, for some reason there's a sudden surge of confusion about Randy. It's understandable--The whole thing can be very confusing, even if you read the Lab Arc where the switch happened. It's just a little weird to me that suddenly a few different people have asked me about it in a short span of time. XD

So I thought I'd fix something up to explain what happened.

Now, if you haven't yet read it yet and want to with minimal spoilers, click the link. (Or try here if that one doesn't work.) This will MASSIVELY spoil the story, as will just hanging around my blog in general.

So.

The human Randall Linden was working at a lab in Hoenn with his friend, a shiny Mew named Akoya, and later meets a regular Mew named Mo. Mo is the Mew that becomes Randy.

Eventually Akoya got pregnant. But the people of the lab tampered with the fetus to create a Mewtwo, that Randy named Lavender, which nearly killed Akoya.

At the end of the Lab Arc, the human Randy and the Mew Mo go to destroy the computers of the lab in hopes of destroying the info they had gathered to create Lavender.

But there is an explosion that traps the human Randy under burning debris. Seeing that his friend is going to die, Mo Psychically "downloads" Randy's memories, which end up replacing Mo's memories.

The human Randall died in the fire at the age of 28.

Mo the Mew essentially died as well, having no memories of his life as a Mew.

The being that is Randy in the present day story was once Mo, but now cannot live a such. So he lives and identifies as Randy, but has a lot of internal conflict in doing so.

His species is now technically Mew, but he often uses Transform to be human.

His human form is a nearly perfect copy of the human who died in the fire--The one difference is his eyes, which went from brown and needing glasses to blue with good/perfect vision.

And if there's question about what's going on with their souls... That'll be answered at a later point.

About his role as father.

The human Randy had no kids before dying in the fire.

Years after the fire, as a Mew, he and Akoya did have kids together; the twins, Monique (Momo) and Midas. The parents were both in Mew form when they did the deed. (In the future they will also have a daughter this way.)

Randy is their biological father whether he's in human form or Mew form.

Lavender is not biologically his daughter, and she well knows it, but they still see each other as father and daughter.

Hope that clears it up some! If people are still confused, I can attempt to illustrate it like TC's Professor Mew, but I don't really want to have to do that. XD

#Pokemon #Linden Roots #Once again changed the age to reflect the timeline.#Toyhouse had it that he died at 29 #but he wasn't yet #I think #Numbers are not my strong point lol

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leviathanleva · 7 months ago

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do you have any visuals for daisy that you’d share w the class?🙏 like silly things. like how you’d picture the readers clothing or ANYTHING🙏🙏🙏🙏

Hey, anon!

Quite the interesting question!

Now everything I show below is a rough base for my visuals, readers have the freedom to picture these little details as they wish.

If I had to share, this is roughly how I picture the current outfit of Y/N:

NOTE: The skin color in the sock picture does not portray the canonical skin color of Y/N. The skin color in the story is left undescribed for inclusivity purposes.

I do intend to change the outfit in the second arc as a visual representation of Y/N's character development.

Also, we can't forget our handy dandy Vaseline and cardigan:

Also Bucky, the goodest of bois:

This might come as a spoiler, so WARNING:

Bucky is a mutant hound, a "breed" that is part of the Fallout lore not yet implemented in the TV series.

I'll refrain from adding references to the original characters such as Hank, Mitzie and Monique simply because I do not wish to add photos of real people. It might upset someone, it might be viewed as disrespectful or invasive. If I find a cartoon version of them, I'd gladly add them.

Also our savior - the Lavender perfume:

Technically, this is Violet scented, but I picture the bottle as similar.

Now, regarding Y/N. When speaking of Cooper trying to teach her that this world is not kind and she needs to toughen up to survive, this is what I see and I will never unsee it:

Every time Y/N spouts an idiotic question because surely Cooper has all the answers (the poor man's left speechless and staring at times):

Me after chapter 9:

Alright, I'll wrap it up here.

Thank you for the question! Hopefully, this gives you some insight.

None of the gifs or pictures above are mine!

#ask me anything #ask #Daisy #🌼💋

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twyllodrus · 8 months ago

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dead boy detectives + ride the cyclone AU

like, say, the agency gets a new case in north-eastern saskatchewan, ppl report hearing music & singing once every year, at an abandoned warehouse of a theme park, on a specific day in september. with little digging, they find out there was an accident a while back involving a high school choir

for some reason the cyclone gang never moves on, so the agency arrives & so here are some headcanons for their interactions and agency's reactions to some of the songs:

the uranium suite, everyone's really creeped out/confused, except for niko who's vibing throughout the whole thing; at first the two groups don't realize they can see/speak to each other, but soon the cyclone kids find out that holy shit there are new people here hi hello heyy

everyone's excited about newcomers, ocean especially so, who quickly takes the initiative & so edwin defers to her as the group's leader (to noel's annoyance), and they attempt to work on solving the case together, it's all v civil. but then the talking part's over & the singing part of loop begins, so ocean performs what the world needs which does a total 180 on their encounter thus far & now everyone's high-key judging ocean; edwin gives a lecture on evils of social darwinism

noel's lament, noel right away clocks edwin as a repressed edwardian twink & sets out to put him in a coma with the whole monique routine. strangely the moment lipstick & lingerie come out it doesn't seem to faze edwin as much. but then noel also sees the way edwin sometimes looks at charles & so instead of mischa he pulls charles in for the kiss part, who cheerfully goes along with it, which nearly short-circuits edwin's brain (later on constance and niko get to gush together about two boys kissing). by the end of it everyone's dancing & being dramatic like they're the cast of cabaret on acid, except for edwin who's still digesting what's just happened

every story's got a lesson, everyone's still pissed at ocean, edwin incredulously wonders what was the lesson in being sacrificed to a demon & sent to hell at age 16

at first everyone's kinda cringing during this song is awesome, edwin is convinced this "autotune" is a modern tool used to commune with otherworldly entities, but eventually everyone gets into it; they all get sunglasses on, crystal gets edwin to wear a baseball cap backwards, everyone's having general fun

talia, charles is relived to learn that "the angriest boy in town", who could've been easily chalked up to being the toxic masculinity type dudebro, isn't like that at all (just mischa's whole monologue "i lay my masculinity at the altar of your maidenhood" gods). everyone gets to wear vyshyvankas & flower crowns. it's gorgeous

ricky potts unintentionally answers the age-old question of "is it actually possible to give a ghost an aneurysm?" the answer is yes, and space age bachelor man almost succeeds where the noel's lament failed. the moment horny cat people are in the mix, edwin is bombarded with cat king flashbacks and, later on, crystal "casually" mentions that they have met the actual cat king. ricky is super hype & asks lots of questions, giggling, twirling hair etc and also he totally called it that cats can talk but just choose not to

the ballad of jane doe, crystal hardcore relates to the dead decapitated girl, who doesn't know her own name or her past, or who her parents were and whom no one can identify too ("oh no soul, and no name, and no story, what a shame" like c'mon!)

jawbreaker/sugar cloud, everyone's gets a tad teary-eyed, but charles is openly weeping when constance lists all the random things in her life which she grew to appreciate only after the accident

in the end, they figure out the reason they couldn't move on is bc of virgil the rat who for some reason kept shutting karnak off prematurely, before the voting could begin. after figuring that out the voting proceeds as intended, but instead of one of them returning to the living world, they all get to move on. niko adopts virgil the rat

#dead boy detectives #ride the cyclone #edwin payne #edwin paine #charles rowland #crystal palace #niko sasaki #ocean o'connell rosenberg #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #ricky potts #jane doe #constance blackwood #virgil the rat #wonder what would charles' & edwin's catchphrases be if they were somehow part of the saint cassian mb smth like “brills“/”wait a tick”#:^) im just clowning dont mind me :^)

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littleholmes · 1 year ago

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First, how's your day? Hope it's going well! 💫

For the Character Ask Game!

6. What's something you have in common with this character? - Choso

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character? - Nanami

It’s going well, thank you😄!

6. What's something you have in common with this character? - Choso

*Spoiler anime-onlys* We both want to protect Yuji from Kenjaku and Sukuna and all harms 😭I want to wrap him in a blanket and give him tea and juice and let him watch any movie from my movie collection and I know Choso would let me because Yuji would be safe and happy

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character? - Nanami

Kiyaaaa! You know you can’t get me started when it comes to headcanons, they end up turning into mini light fics/vignettes, remember Suguru’s rainbow dragon?😂

Nanami, let me see...

A headcanon I have for him, and this is probably awful, but when Habara killed, like right after Nanami managed to get himself and Haibara’s body out of there, he contacted whoever their manager was to pick them up and didn’t cry. He held it together as he passed under the torii gates on his return to campus, anger and frustration flooding him, but he didn’t cry. Explaining what happened to Geto, Gojo, and Ieiri, he was fine—angry, frustrated, and over it, sure, but no tears or hint of crying. Gojo left to handle it, Geto told him to get some rest, Ieiri went to smoke, and he gathered himself in the chair but didn’t cry.

In fact, he didn’t cry about Haibara until two days later, during breakfast. (He slept the first day away for the most part, Ieiri reminding him after her treatment that he needed to rest and replenish his energy. He didn’t need to be told twice, he was exhausted and sustained some injuries that while Shoko healed, still required him to do the rest naturally). Nanami got up that second morning as he usually did, expecting Haibara to be outside his door bright-eyed and energetic as ever. When he wasn’t, he shrugged it off—it wasn’t uncommon for Haibara to beat him to the kitchens and dining hall. But when Nanami got there it was dark and quiet. The electric kettle wasn’t hot and the rice cooker wasn’t beeping. There weren’t two cups waiting and a chatty Haibara asking what took him so long or how he slept.

There was only silence and darkness not unlike the moment after the curse retreated and Haibara stopped moving and Nanami somehow got them both out of there with a broken rib and shaky legs.

Typically he and Haibara were the only ones there at this time of morning until Geto followed with a whining Gojo in tow around 30 minutes later when Yu and Kento were finishing up their breakfast.

But that morning…

That morning it was just Nanami. It was just him and Nanami didn’t realize it until that moment when it all lit him at once that from now on, it was just him. Haibara was gone. He was the only first year. He flipped the light on and the delayed deeper realization of what Haibara’s loss meant for him going forward as the survivor of that night and the grief of losing his friend hit him and he immediately sunk to the floor in tears, sobbing with his head in his hands, and an aching in his chest and churning heaviness in his gut.

And that’s how Satoru and Suguru and Shoko found him a half hour later when they stumbled in for breakfast.

Another headcanon is every year on the anniversary of Haibara’s passing, he brings a bowl of rice to his grave and packs a lunch for himself, and spends the afternoon talking to Haibara and updating him on how things have been.

#Monique answers things #jjk headcanons #jjk #choso #kento nanami #yu haibara

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doyou000me · 7 days ago

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WIP Tag Game - Round 2!

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you like!

It's been about half a year since @cryingatships last tagged me in the WIP tag game (you can find round 1 here!), and here we go again!

A few things have happened since then: I have finished Held (The Sign) and Impulse Control (along with a couple of other KP oneshots), written nearly 11k for that KinnPorsche/Vincenzo crossover (that still doesn't have a title) and then started on my own, original smut story, now with two chapters up on Ao3 and a total of 46k words written! With that said, there are still a lot of WIPs left on the list since round 1, and a couple of new ones have been added to it...

Thank you @cryingatships for making me look back at this past half a year of writing and reminding me of all my deliscious WIPs!

Without further ado: ask away~!

Fanfics

Kinnporsche x Vincenzo crossover (mafia, action, torture, smut)

7. Luca knows to whom he belongs (Vincenzo kdrama, mafia, collar)

Vigilante (Vigilante kdrama, dysfunctional poly relationship)

Dog-themed (Bloodhounds kdrama, the duality of Gun-Woo)

Wolf in sheep's clothing answered here (Kinnporsche, Vegas/Pete)

Original Stories

The Author (current project and ongoing brainrot, MLM smut, suburban, slice of life)

When I Grow Up (contemporary fantasy, hero moves on after The Big Victory, finding purpose, queer, formerly a fanfic idea)

Flying (the freedom and joy of flying, bonding over a shared interest, queer, likely smut)

Lucien Villamonte (fantasy, bloodmagic, religion, queer)

Monique Line (sci-fi, military, revenge, badass female MC)

We Will Be Kings One Day answered here (sci-fi, rebellion, opression, shared dream, queer, tragedy, shares universe with Monique Line (this is an old one, I've no idea why I didn't include it in round 1))

It's Complicated (Queer, contemporary, coming out late, slice of life, relationships)

Kinship (fantasy, hierarchical magic system, asshole MC no redemption, no romance but would tear the world apart for his person)

Modern Witches answered here (anthology, contemporary fantasy, queer)

The Deal answered here (queer, gay erotica, mafia, threesome)

Bodies answered here (scifi, bodies as commodities, self identification)

The Silent Brotherhood (religion, Gods, greed, burnout, finding oneself)

The Shifting Sands (fantasy, adventure)

The Black Shepherd answered here and drawn here (folk tale, medieval, sheep)

The List of Lady Di (fantasy, badass female MC, revenge, piraty-ish, possibly a short story (another old one that I don't know why I didn't add to round 1))

The Building Manager (gay erotica, poor man meets rich man, slice of life)

Tales of Ackerton (anthology, contemporary fantasy)

Allswell answered here (fantasy, 1920s ish, dragons, military, badass female MC)

The Shop At The End answered here and here (contemporary fantasy, magic shop, margins of society, found family, formerly a fanfic idea)

Robo Kid answered here (robots, human rights, existentialism)

Grey Planet (sci-fi, corporate exploitation, rediscovering the beauty of life, queer, female MC)

Fly (contemporary, female MC, burnout, rediscovering joy, flying)

Euphemia (fantasy, neurodivergence, wild souls, queer, female MC)

No preassure tagging @dropthedemiurge, @7nessasaryevils, @the-cookie-of-doom, @xagan, @thepancakelady, @wereflamingo, @welcometothelairofthebitchking, @bunnakit because I'm pretty sure you've all got stuff on the way~!

Also, if anyone wants to get tagged as an incentive to do the WIP game, let me know and I'll be happy to tag you!

#writing #fanfic #original writing #WIP #tag game #wip game #the author #james and aiden #kinnporsche #vincenzo #vigilante #bloodhounds

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chetchad · 3 months ago

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MDNI 18+

(Trent Lane x FEM!reader)

KINKTOBER DAY 2; (student/teacher, mutual masterbation, break up)

WC; 1.3k

CWs; (teacher/student relationship, guitar lessons, mutual masterbation, fingering, slight squirting(?), porn without plot, loosely edited, mentioned trent/monique, light praise)

You were seated on the bed, watching your instructor's skilled fingers strum a simple note. His rings were a nice contrast to the wood of the guitar.

“Okay. You try, yeah?” Trent hummed softly, holding his tuned instrument out to you.

God. This guy was a fucking babe. How were you supposed to concentrate with him around you?

“Alright…” your tone was soft and unsure, not positive you could pull off the very basic and simple G chord.

It had been like this for a couple weeks now. You came over every Wednesday, or whenever Trent would call and ask if you wanted to come over that day for more practice.

His prices weren't horrible.

25 a lesson. (It was coming from daddy's bank account anyway)

Plus, he was fun to be around. Laid back and soft spoken. He wasn't loud and obnoxious like some of the other 21 year old boys you've met in your short 19 years.

With nimble fingers pressed against the strings, you looked up at Trent for validation about your finger placement. Trent's half lidded eyes met yours, reaching forward and shifting your hand a little.

“There. Now, just, strum. Gently.” Trent instructed, giving you a small reassuring nod.

With a small amount of hesitance, you softly strummed the chords, smiling a little when the right note vibrated back to your ears. Trent gave a tiny nod of approval, his eyes dancing across your pretty features.

“Good girl.” He praised softly, giving you a little grin.

Fuck. That made your pussy weep into the gusset of your panties. Making the white fabric almost translucent and cling to your cunt.

“Hm, we can be done with this lesson. I've got rehearsal at five.” Trent sighed, stretching a little.

You furrowed your brow, looking down at the watch around your wrist, “... it's seven-thirty?”

“Damn it.” Trent huffed, before shrugging with an indifferent expression, “...next time.”

God. You never got the term “the bee's knees”, but Trent was definitely the bee's knees…whatever the fuck it meant.

The next lesson the following week, Trent was more tired than his usual sleepy self. So, like the good little girl you were, you asked what was wrong.

“What's going on? You seem a little upset.” Your words were casual while you sat on his bed and raked his body up and down while he laid on the comforter, staring up at the ceiling. His raven hair was messy, even more so than his everyday spikes.

“Me and Monique broke up last night.” Trent answered, sitting up and rubbing his red eyes from lack of sleep(or a high. Hell if you could tell)

“Again?”

You covered your mouth, realizing it was pretty damn rude to out him like that. But he didn't seem upset and just smiled with a little chuckle that ended with a cough into his fist.

“Yeah. Not very surprising?” He coughed out, looking up at you with a small grin.

You leaned over to grab his guitar, the short skirt exposing those cute little pink panties of yours. Trent could see everything. The chubbiness of your pussy, the little wet patch from your swollen inner lips.

Damnit. Trent crossed his legs, hiding the semi in his jeans.

Honestly, you didn't expect your lesson to turn out like this. But here you were, gently palming the twitchy and leaky bulge in Trent's jeans, listening to him sigh softly in pleasure. His noises were absolutely the best thing you've heard from him. Sure, his little humming while he played a simple tune was cute, but you didn't know he was a whiner.

Trent's lips lightly danced over the soft skin of your neck, kissing and nipping at you. He almost convulsed when you undid his belt and fly. A soft little, teasing suck at your neck was what you were met with when you slipped your hand in his boxers.

Oh wow. He felt nice, pretty damn throbby and weepy. Tugging down his boxers, you set them under his nutsack, making the two chubby balls seem larger at the base of his cock.

You subconsciously spread your legs like a whore when his hand slithered under your skirt, teasing the sopping gusset of your little boyshorts.

Skilled boy, yeah? He knew exactly where that sweet little nubbin was, hiding in those folds and fat of your pretty inner lips.

Pushing your skirt up, Trent tugged your panties to the side, eyeing the soaked heat appreciatively. With quick fingers, Trent spread those pretty lips, almost groaning at the velvety insides of your cunt.

You hummed softly, watching his cock with half lidded eyes while you pumped the hot length. A sweet muffled cuss left your lips when he circled your entrance with his middle finger.

“Tight?” Trent's smooth voice rang in your ears.

“... probably.” Your answer was definitely biased due to it being your own cunt.

“Nice.” He nodded approvingly, slipping a digit in your tight heat, grunting when your channel squeezed his intruding finger.

“A-ah…!” You gasped, stilling your hand, before pumping him with great vigor.

The room was hot and stuffy, the sounds of skin on skin, wet squelches, and soft noises of pleasure filled Trent's room that was usually full of music. Well, this was the music of the devil's tango or Satan's mamba. Whichever it is.

“You're such a good girl.” Trent praised cooly in your ear, thrusting his finger in and out of your pussy, his palm hitting your clit with every push. Your cunt had a great suction on it, swallowing and squeezing him greedily. A second finger slipped in while he curled them up to tease your sensitive g-spot.

You whined in response, rubbing your thumb over the drooling slit on the tip of is cock. A soft grin pulled at your lips when Trent gasped, hips stuttering nicely when you went over it a few times. It was agonizing for him. He was so close to finishing, but he didn't even know if you were close to an orgasm.

“‘M close…” Trent warned, dark eyes searching your eyes for any sort of recognition that you were at the edge.

“Me too…” your voice was soft and breathy, your other hand pulling your sweater up and tugging the cups of your bra down, freeing the mounds of fat chub.

Trent let out a low moan, his eyes zeroing in on those bouncing hemispheres and pert nipples that were begging for his attention. It took everything in him not to wrap his lips around one of your cute nips and go to town on it.

Your thighs were trembling, the cool metal of his rings were almost too hot from the heat of your sweet cunt. You knew you were close, the knot in the pit of your stomach was knotted so tight that it hurt, just begging for it to snap.

God. If Trent knew that this is what just touching and feeling was like with you, he would have already gone all the way during that first lesson.

The knot finally snapped when Trent used his other hand to pinch and flick one of your hardened buds. You accidentally grabbed onto his messy hair to keep yourself grounded while you came with a soft cry of his name, your hand desperately trying to keep pumping him while you gushed around his fingers.

Trent's eyes widened, gasping and thrusting up into your fist while he finished. Spurts of pure white dribbling over your knuckles, your hand and wrist limp while you panted in his ear, almost building condensation on the piercings with your hot breath.

After a few moments of gathering your bearings, you pulled back a little, your noses touching while Trent's lips grazed yours.

Trent gripped the back of your head, fisting your hair and clashing your lips against his. You giggled against his lips, his soul patch tickling your chin.

You pulled away after about a long minute of hot kisses, a bit breathless, “Do you do that with all your students?”

“The cute ones, yeah.” Trent replied, watching your heated form with a smug grin.

#trent lane x reader smut #smut #trent lane x reader #daria mtv #trent lane #kinktober

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katnissdoesnotfollowback · 1 year ago

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If the muse should so cooperate- I would love to see the reaction at Skadi after Katniss made her reservation to go for a visit. Did Gramps know right off it was her? Did Haymitch give the heads up? Did Gramps know and wait to tell Peeta? How did that conversation unfold? POV doesn’t matter to me.

Soooooo this has been sitting in my inbox for literal years. Sorry about that. And while I am still focusing on Spellbound for now, it doesn't hurt to exercise the Outside Chance muscles every so often to keep that universe fresh in my mind. Especially since the Outside Chance universe is up next on the To Do list once I finish Spellbound.

Some fun, from a different POV than what I usually give you all. It worked a little better coming from Monique, since she works the front desk at Skadi and would have a front row seat to the entire thing unfolding. The only thing it doesn't directly answer is whether or not Haymitch gave Eirik a heads up (he did), but it is implied here. Hope you enjoy! And now back to work on Spellbound.

I need a break. It’s been insane since I sat down at the desk. And I use the phrase “sat down at” in a metaphorical sense. I’ve been standing the whole time. Moving between the front desk and the office behind the desk where we store all our random shit we need throughout the day to take care of our guests. We’re just on the downslope of the season, and a quick glance at our weather forecasts has me smiling at the guest I’m helping and answering their question.

“Weather service is predicting another eight inches at least from this storm that’s moving through in two or three days,” I tell him and he taps his Epic Pass on the desk with a wide grin.

“Awesome. Might trap me here for a few more days. Any chance I can go ahead and extend my room?”

“Mmm, that might be difficult. We’re pretty well booked for the rest of this week and next week, too. But I can check for you. Stop by after you’re done skiing and ask me then?” I suggest.

He nods and walks off. I can feel my customer service smile slipping, but a genuine one takes its place as my boss steps up to the counter, leaning heavily on it, taking his weight off his cane as he gives me a bright smile in return.

“Hey Mr. Tjalaand, how’s it going?” I ask in a sing-songy voice and he chuckles.

“Not bad, Monique. Any word on our high profile guest?”

“Uh-uh. Haven’t seen her name on any of the guest lists, and I’ve been checking every chance I get,” I tell him. Just to be sure, I type in the names again, in two separate searches, just to be safe.

Katniss -- nope.

Everdeen -- nada.

“She’s not here. If she’s coming tomorrow, she’s gonna have a hard time finding a room,” I say and Mr. Tjalaand mutters under his breath, but then his eyes light up.

“Perhaps she has registered under a fake name,” he says, and I nod.

“It’s possible, but she could’ve used anything.”

“You can search guests based on their address, yes?”

“Sure,” I say brightly. “Where’s Ms. High Profile coming from?”

“Colorado Springs,” he says, which gives me a moment’s pause. We don’t get many guests from C. Springs. They’ve got their own skiing all around them in Colorado. Only the die-hard skiers from C. Springs or the ones who want slightly wilder slopes come here. Still, I type it in my search and come back with two hits.

“I’ve got a Mike Norbert and a Kay Brookes from Colorado Springs checking in tomorrow.”

“Kay… clever girl,” he murmurs. I smile over his shoulder as his grandson, who I like to think of as my other boss, even if he doesn’t officially have the title yet, approaches. We all know it’s coming one day. But Mr. Tjalaand hasn’t seen Peeta yet and continues talking to himself. “Using their names. As if we wouldn’t notice.”

“What wouldn’t we notice?” Peeta asks and Mr. Tjalaand jumps, cries out, clearly startled.

“What?” he asks Peeta once he’s gotten ahold of himself.

“We’ve got a guest coming tomorrow, using a fake name so we don’t know it’s them. Some big name athlete,” I whisper conspiratorially. Peeta smiles slightly and turns to his grandfather.

“Seriously? Ryen’s dumb enough to try a fake name?”

“Er… not Ryen,” Mr. Tjalaand says, then does that thing they always do. He switches to Norwegian, so that no one else can understand what they’re saying. Joke’s on them. I’ve been learning Norwegian. Not enough to be fluent, or proficient. Or to even catch full sentences with the rapid pace Mr. Tjalaand is speaking, but I can read Peeta’s face.

And he’s. Not. Happy.

Mr. Tjalaand actually shrinks away from him a little bit as he gestures wildly and continues to explain to Peeta. I catch something about training and home and upset. Maybe a name I file away. Haymitch. The word tomorrow.

Peeta starts shaking his head. And although he’s whispering, there’s no disguising the hurt and anger in his voice when he cuts his grandfather off and asks, “Why didn’t you tell me?” At least I think that’s what he says. Mr. Tjalaand fires back. It’s settled blah blah blah blah I suggest blah blah blah something about one of our trails.

When it’s over, Eirik looks smug and Peeta walks off before I can even ask if he’s okay. What a dumb question. Of course he’s not okay. It’s written all over his face and his body language that he’s not okay. But why’s this guest set him off so much?

Mr. Tjalaand sighs as he turns back to me and gives me a small smile. “I apologize for my grandson.”

“Is he gonna be okay?” I ask and Eirik waves off the concern.

“He will need to be. I will not tolerate his moping about this any longer.”

I don’t wanna say it, but I kinda agree with my boss. Much as I love working for them both, much as I consider Peeta a good friend, he can be moody and mopey sometimes. Not that he doesn’t have reason and all, but sometimes I just wanna slap him for his dumb decisions.

“You will tell me the moment our guest checks in tomorrow?”

“If I’m on shift, you’ll be the first to know.”

“Good,” he says with a firm nod. “Thank you, Monique.”

“Sure thing, boss,” I say and give him a playful salute as he walks off. I wait until he’s out of sight before I turn to my coworker. “You got this, Haydn?”

“Yeah. Seems to have calmed down for a moment.”

“I’m going to Rooba’s. You want me to get anything for you?”

“Red Bull and one of those caesar chicken wraps.”

“You got it,” I tell her as I slip out from behind the desk and basically jog to Rooba’s Lobby Stop. I skid to a halt next to her and she smiles at me.

“Where’s the fire?”

“Okay. So. I need to know what kind of serious shit is about to go down in this place so I’m ready to handle it.”

“Uh-huh,” Rooba says but continues to stock her shelves, replenishing after the mid afternoon rush. “I’m listening.”

Of course she is. Rooba’s a gossip hound. “Two days ago, Eirik came to me and said we’d be having a high profile visitor arrive in three days, which is, you know… tomorrow. Some Olympic athlete I’d never heard of, but anyways. He says he wants to know the second she books her room.”

“Interesting,” Rooba prompts me to keep going.

“Well today, she still hadn’t shown up on the guest lists. So he asks me to search by where she’s coming from, and turns out she’s registered under a fake name, or at least he’s pretty sure she is. So he’s figuring this all out and Peeta walks up--”

“Uh-huh,” Rooba murmurs, her eyes bright as she hones in on what I know she can tell is the juicy part.

“-- and they start talking in Norwegian, as they do.”

“You catch any of it?”

“Some. Not enough. All I know is Peeta is not happy about this person coming here, but Eirik is tickled pink about it, so I need to know who this is and why she’s already causing problems in my lobby.”

Rooba snorts. “What’s the name, girl?”

“Right, sorry,” I say. “Katniss Everdeen?”

“Kat--” Rooba gasps and drops the pile of chips she was holding. “Oh shit.”

I glance down at the mess with her, then back up at her face. Her eyes and mouth are wide for an instant, but then her lip trembles and her eyes go a little glassy. “Katniss is coming home tomorrow?”

“Coming home?” I ask, but Rooba has moved on. She’s frantically scooping up the dropped chips and I kneel down to help her.

“So you know that name.”

“Oh my -- oh no wonder Peeta was so upset. My poor boy, finding out like that.”

And it’s those words that make it click in my mind as we stand up with the chips in our hands. “Don’t tell me she’s that girl. The one with him in all the pictures on The Wall that no one will talk about like she’s a curse?”

Rooba scowls at me and snatches the chips from my hand. “Katniss is not a curse. She’s… oh my poor girl must be hurting so bad if she’s coming home after all these years.”

I can feel my eyebrows raise at that. I watch Rooba stock the chips as I grab Haydn’s lunch, and something for myself.

“Coming home tomorrow. I don’t even have any Milk Duds or that strawberry lemonade thing she always drank, or her favorite tea,” she’s muttering as I approach the register. “Too late to have them here by tomorrow. I’ll just have to add them to the order for next week. If she’s even staying that long…”

I clear my throat while she rings me up. “I don’t think she wants a fuss being made over her,” I point out and Rooba glares at me. “I’m just saying, she registered under a fake name. Sounds like she doesn’t want to be noticed while she’s here.”

Rooba snorts. “Fat chance. That girl could bury herself under thirty feet of snow and she’d still be noticed.”

I don’t know what to make of that, but Rooba sighs and rings up my purchase, still grumbling.

“Our baby girl comes home after ten years and Eirik can’t even tell us? I can’t even welcome her home? What a crock of shit.” She holds out my sack as I swipe my card, but she pulls it back when I reach for my purchase. “What name did she use? The fake one.”

“Kay Brookes,” I tell her and she gasps again. “Okay you gotta explain why that’s significant. And why I shouldn’t skewer this girl on sight. We all know Peeta’s carrying all kinds of baggage over her. No one will talk about her.”

Rooba shuts her eyes and sighs.

“That name… it’s proof she’s still carrying just as much baggage as he is,” Rooba murmurs. I’m about fed up when she releases a heavy breath and gives me answers. “They fell off a cliff together, when they were fifteen. They were… they were best friends. Inseparable. Maybe more, I don’t know for sure, but there were rumors at the time about them kissing behind a maintenance shed one day.”

All right, sue me. I’m a sap. My heart twinges at the image of young, first love blossoming from a childhood friendship as Rooba talks. “They went for a hike and there was a rockslide. Katniss called 9-1-1. By the time anyone could get to them, it was too late to save Peeta’s leg, but Katniss had saved his life. And then… her parents… Sage Kay Everdeen. Lily Brookes Everdeen… they both died two days later. Hit by a drunk driver.”

“Damn,” I whisper and Rooba nods, handing me the sack of food at last.

“The custody battle afterwards, as far as I heard, wasn’t pretty. But it was fast. Either way, Katniss and her sister were gone before Peeta even got back from the hospital. Neither one of them’s been back in ten years.”

And while I still feel like I wanna skewer this Katniss for hurting Peeta, Rooba’s words have me feeling at least a little sorry for her, this strange girl who once called Skadi home. Losing her parents after such a traumatic event with her best friend, then being torn away from her home.

“You’ll text me tomorrow, when she checks in?” Rooba asks, pulling us out of the reverie of the past and I nod.

“Sure. Anyone else I should give a head’s up about this? So they’re not shocked and can keep it quiet when they see her roaming around?”

Rooba nods. “Thom. He needs to know. Freddy on ski patrol. June Carter…” Rooba starts listing names almost faster than I can add them into a new text thread on my phone. They're almost all people we affectionately refer to as The Old Guard, because they've been at Skadi for ages.

“Anyone else?” I ask when she pauses. She shakes her head. “That’s all I can think of for now.”

I type out a message, telling them who’s arriving tomorrow and that we’re to keep it low key, since she’s using a fake name and clearly doesn’t want a fuss, but I thought they might wanna know so they don’t get a shock seeing her around. I add Rooba to the thread and send it, releasing a breath and telling Rooba I’ll talk to her later.

My phone blows up on my way back to the front desk.

WTF?!?!? Katniss???

Are you for real?

Katniss is coming home???? 😄😮😭

!!!!!!!!

Does Peeta know?

How long’s it been?

Ten years

10 years

Shit

Does Peeta know?!??!?!

Someone’s gotta tell Peeta!

He knows.

Thank fuck.

Well this won’t be awkward at all.

It keeps going and I silence the thread, handing lunch to Haydn and getting back to work. I’ll check the gossip chain when my shift is over. One thing I do manage while I’m still at the desk is something I probably should’ve done days ago. A quick Google search for one Katniss Everdeen. There isn’t much, and all of it is sports related. Not even a social media footprint. But at least now I’ve got an idea of her face so I can be on the lookout for her tomorrow.

It’s another crazy day and I stay past the end of my shift to help out. And also because the mysterious Katniss Everdeen still hasn’t shown, but given all that Peeta and Mr. Tjalaand have done for me, I feel like I somehow owe them both at least this. Taking care of this particular guest and giving them both warning of her arrival. My phone keeps vibrating with the group text thread, everyone checking in periodically to see if anyone’s spotted her yet. I snort as I glance at the top, where someone changed the thread name to Operation Hummingbird. When I asked about that, all I got back was:

It’s her nickname.

I’m running on coffee and stress, and about ready to call it a day when someone steps up to the desk, the hood of her ski jacket pulled up over her head. She leans over the desk, like she’s trying not to be noticed and extends her arm with a credit card in her hand.

“Checking in, Kay Brookes,” she says and my pulse stutters for a moment. Her voice is low and smoky, and so unique. From under her hood, I catch a quick flash of light eyes before she drops her gaze to the desk.

And I understand what Rooba meant about her being noticed. I can’t look away from her. There’s something enigmatic about her, or maybe that’s just because I know something of her story and am thirsty for more of it.

But I didn’t get this vibe from her pictures online.

I manage my customer service smile, and go through the motions of checking her in, glancing over her shoulder at the pile of bags and skis in cases.

“I’ll have one of the bellhops help you to your cabin.”

“That won’t be necessary.”

“Oh please, do me this favor. James is new and needs all the training he can get,” I say. Her lips twitch at that, but she nods and looks up at me again. Gray eyes. And even though I’ve certainly championed Peeta getting with other people -- namely my friend, Peyton Lang, last season -- I can see why this is the girl he’s never really let go.

“Alright. I could probably use the help,” she says.

I hand her the envelope with room keys, wifi instructions, and lift pass, call James to the desk, and give her a wide smile.

“Welcome to Skadi, Miss Brookes. Enjoy your stay with us.” She hesitates and looks back at me a moment, then gathers her things with James and heads outside.

I release a breath and feel my shoulders sagging. There’s something just so sad hanging around her, that I think about what Rooba said yesterday. That Katniss is carrying as much baggage as Peeta. I’m starting to believe it.

With that in mind, I notify Mr. Tjalaand, and then I notify the Operation Hummingbird thread. From him, I get a simple Thank you. From them, I get a flurry of texts. Most of them are just thumbs up and thanks, but a few catch my attention.

Think she’ll actually talk to him?

Resort isn’t that big.

Nope. She knows this place too well. Knows where to hide. We’re not seeing her again.

He knows the place better.

Come on, guys. Give them time.

Time? They’ve had ten years.👏👏👏

Part of me wants her to seek him out. Get it over with. Let them hash out whatever it is they’ve gotta deal with. Part of me thinks we haven’t had a good mountainside drama in awhile and this’ll probably be drawn out and spectacular.

I just want them to bang already!

Slow down. They haven’t seen each other in ten years.

Fine. I’ll settle for a kiss.

Seriously? They might not even like each other anymore.

Anyone got eyes on him?

He’s up on the slopes.

Monique, can you let him know?

Or should one of us?

I’ll let him know.

I sigh and open up my text thread with Peeta. It’s been a few days since we’ve used it and the last thing on it is a laughing emoji he sent me in response to something funny I shared about a guest. I hesitate, not wanting to hurt him anymore than he might already be. But then I think of his face yesterday, his anger that his grandfather didn’t even tell him that such a significant part of his past would be walking back into Skadi. If it were me, I'd want to know. I think about the pictures on The Wall, the ones I walked by last night, just to see a glimpse of what he lost ten years ago.

They were adorable together.

I think of the way Rooba talked about them yesterday when I first told her. How the group talked about them in the thread all day yesterday. And I am again reminded of what a sap I am.

“Screw it,” I mutter and tap out a text to Peeta. I’m with June on this one. “I want them to bang.”

Lord knows he needs it. She probably does too, based on the looks of things.

Hey, boss. Just wanted you to know that the guest your grandfather was asking me about yesterday has checked in. Cabin 24.

Thanks for the warning, Mo

I pause and grin, deciding a little pot stirring wouldn’t hurt.

She’s stunning, by the way. And you could stand to get laid. Been awhile, hasn’t it?

I could say the same to you. Maybe you should sleep with her.

Not my type. You know I like a himbo.

Noted.

But you…. Has it been since Peyton? Maybe since Thresh?

You’re as bad as Rooba.

What did Rooba say?

Nothing. She put a package of condoms I didn’t ask for in the bag with my lunch today.

😝😂

Not funny.

Only it’s totally funny, and maybe exactly what he needs. I let Rooba know to keep it up.

<3 kdnfb

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Harrowing Love - (Asylum Patient!) Arthur Harrow x (f) Reader - 18+

Summary: It started against your will, yet, you find yourself more and more falling in love with this man. Asylum Patient Harrow x Reader, Breeding Kink fic. There's a way for Ammit's powers to come out, but Harrow and his goddess will need you for that. [ Read it on AO3 Or continue below ]

Fandom: Moon Knight (TV) Pairing: Arthur Harrow x Reader Lots of warnings on AO3, but to name a few: 18+, explicit material, will contain smut, breeding kink, noncon/dubcon/eventuallycon, age difference, older manxyounger female, Strangers to Lovers, and much more! Dedicated to @nicktremblaywayfu & Lotsa notes below the chapter.

*~* Intro *~*

“Jot it down, a stronger dose is needed for patient forty-seven, Arthur Harrow,” the nurse said, eying her younger colleague.

“He can’t keep his hands off our nurses. During the day he is actually quite docile and pleasant, but at night, a whole different person emerges. He keeps grabbing our nurses and getting quite handsy. Plus, he is incredibly strong when he has one of these psychoses. I think we need to double his dose and prevent him from harassing our colleagues. I have two of them who are refusing to work the night shift because of him.”

The younger nurse quietly scribbled down the new instructions and bit her lip. Her heart thumped in her chest, loudly, for both her former leader and her Goddess Ammit.

~* ~

“And?” the young nurse asked her taller friend, also dressed in a nurse’s outfit. They stood in the faint amber glow of the night light, safely away from Arthur Harrow’s chamber. Faint roaring faded until the drugs had made the man fall into a dreamless sleep.

“You were right,” the taller nurse replied. She pressed a hand to her chest to calm her own beating heart. “It is a good thing you called for me. Ammit is alive in him. Whenever he roars at night it is because she tries to come out,” here she paused, and both listened if they heard footsteps, but no one approached. The hallway remained quiet. “She reached out for me, mad with a desire to be free. Said that in order to be free, she needs Arthur to – Oh, I can hardly say it, but there is no kinder way to translate it - she literally said breed. It must be due to her crocodile nature. Surely it wasn’t intended to sound this harsh but yes. She says Arthur needs to breed. Then she tried to reach out for me, but I sidestepped her.”

The smaller nurse frowned, lost in thought. “You mean, our leader has to procreate?”

“A child,” the taller one said again. “She asked for a child produced by Arthur to unleash part of her powers within.”

“Did she say how this is to be done?” The other nurse asked again, worried. “Can it be done with anyone?”

“I can understand ancient Egyptian, but I do not know how to answer in it,” the taller nurse said. She paused and then smiled down at her friend. “But I do think by her hiss that I was not suitable. I would have let them if they had wanted me,” the nurse blushed now. Her smaller friend did the same, being of a similar state of mind. Who did not want to be the lucky chosen one to bear the famous Arthur Harrow’s child? Especially those of his followers who had seen his power and awaited Ammit’s paradise with bated breath – none would refuse.

“We shall have to see who is suited then,” the smaller one replied. “Will you stick around to help me, Monique?”

Monique nodded with a knowing smile. “I could use the extra hours,” she said, chuckling. “Besides, I have missed our friendship. I’ll gladly stick around.” She hesitated. “So, what do you say? You’ll be up next?”

~ * ~ ONE ~ * ~

Arthur Harrow had seen you arrive from his spot behind the patio windows. It was a spot the nurses had put his wheelchair so he could enjoy the greenery outside of the hospital. He was stuck in the psychiatric ward part of it, but from this point, he had a view over the entrance that lead to the hospital part. The normal hospital was attached to the psychiatric ward via two heavily guarded doors and a hallway. They had made it deliberately difficult for the psychiatric patients to get into the hospital area because some of the patients would try and escape via that route, acting as if they were normal. Arthur wasn’t one of them though. He was content with just sitting and enjoying the little things in life. Not that the state he was in allowed for much more, with the heavy dose of medicine given to him.

But his content didn’t mean he had given up on his purpose. Ammit was still alive through him and within him, and at the beginning of his stay here he had brokered a deal with her that he would let her do whatever was necessary to get out, so long as she would spare him until she was free again. He was her vessel, nothing more. Valuable to her, because she inhabited his body, but powerless compared to how he was before.

She seemed to have accepted his offer and treated him as her avatar and servant still. She would leave him to his peace during the days and only emerge during the nights.

It wasn’t until one of the new nurses came to inform him of Ammit’s words that he understood the goddess had found a way to unleash her powers once more. It was a tricky, risky little plan, as patients were not allowed to become intimate with guests or other patients. But he understood that if it had to be done, it had to be done.

The task of producing a child now rested upon his shoulders. But Ammit and Arthur both held reservations. Arthur hadn’t been intimate with others for a long time. Not since he had joined Ammit on her quest and not since he tried to do penance for mistakes made earlier in his life. It didn’t help that he had become sort of numb and insensitive when it came to feelings such as arousal. Having known pain for most of his life, and now growing older and not feeling sex to be a necessary thing, Arthur had started to take delight in the fact that he felt no need to be intimate with lovers any longer. Asexual, one might even say. If the need for release became too high, and it seldomly was, he could always use his hand. But he found no pleasure in the act itself.

So to hear he had to perform intercourse to please his goddess was greatly unsettling to him.

He shared his reluctance with Ammit, who was uncomfortable in the body of the man and found herself more attracted to the male humans. On top of that came the many requirements she held for the one to carry Arthur’s child. A list, Arthur faintly was aware, which was long and demanding. It held things about looks, purity, innocence, fertility, and even factors that would ensure the child would be exactly as Ammit had pictured it to be.

A list full of needs that would never be met.

Arthur Harrow took delight in that knowledge, for it meant that he would not be forced easily by his goddess to lay with a woman he had never met before.

The nurses were another point of bother. Arthur had become aware that slowly, one by one, the asylum staff was being replaced by Ammit’s followers. A good thing concerning his safety, but a troublesome development for his privacy. The nurses would often appear at night to offer themselves to him as a potential mate. But when he had refused them all, they would bring in potential mates. Both young and mature women had been paraded in front of him, while he had been paralyzed. They had placed their hands on him and had tried to seduce him. But none had achieved the desired effect. Ammit had cursed Arthur silently for remaining unaffected and limp, but she had praised him afterward for respecting her list. It seemed neither of them had been tempted by the partners offered to them.

Which brought everything back to you. Arthur caught sight of you only a few weeks ago. He watched how you followed your mother into the hospital area, and how you left about an hour or two later. Intrigued by your looks and the way you moved, he asked the nurses to put him in this same spot again the very next day. And it had been like this for a while until he had discerned the pattern.

You came here each week on a Friday afternoon, visiting along with your mother who drove the two of you. You would arrive around two, then visit your elderly grandmother to play games with her in the hospital cafeteria and chat. After about an hour or two, the two of you would leave with a wave and a smile. Grandma would be in the hallway, in a wheelchair of her own, waving back at you while you smiled brightly.

That smile. It did things to him.

For the first time in years, Arthur felt himself stir. Aroused to a point where he felt his hands would no longer do. It could never be enough.

He longed for you ever since the first time he clapped eyes on you. It was a feeling he had tried to subdue, but it was no use. Ammit had felt it – and how could she not when she came to the surface in his body to find him fisting his own stiff cock? Ammit had taken delight in it.

Even now she watched along with him through his eyes and growled gently inside his head, the sound of approval.

You ticked all the boxes on Ammit’s list. Ammit, who despite having been sealed in Arthur’s body, still held some of her powers and instincts. Unlike Arthur, she didn’t need to hold your hands to read your scales. She could sense things like this. As if being trapped in his body had made her more like a crocodile in the water, eyes and nostrils still above, observing everything while being unobserved herself. Only those who knew she was there would be able to spot her. And she had sensed you were fertile and ready to become a mom.

Young enough, she crooned inside of Arthur’s mind, for more than one hatchling. Pretty enough, she continued, for you to enjoy. Innocent enough, she concluded, for her scales to tip to the light.

Arthur’s eyes darkened when he saw you enter the hospital, towing after your mother. He signaled with his hand, alerting the tall and slender nurse that belonged to his community. She came to stand next to him, placed her hands on the edges of his wheelchair, near his shoulders, and leaned down. She squinted her eyes, observing you and your mother as you entered the hallway.

“That girl,” Arthur murmured, voice weak by the number of drugs pumped through his system. Inside of him, Ammit crooned again. Make her swell, she thought, pump her full of your cum and see her turn round with your child. Let me pass my powers onto your hatchling.

“That girl?” the nurse asked, she gestured with her head.

Arthur merely nodded. There were no others he could have meant. Your mother would have been that woman. The nurse in the hallway would have been that nurse. And it was clear he wasn’t indicating any of the three elder men who sat in the hall, waiting for a taxi to come to pick them up.

The nurse slowly stood up again and nodded thoughtfully. “Let me bring you to your room so you can prepare.”

No questions asked, no doubts spoken. Arthur was glad she was like that, a follower who did not doubt the ways of Ammit. He felt how the chair dipped back slightly, then started to glide over the floor. Contently, he tapped his fingers against the armrests of the chair, humming a soft tune while the nurse wheeled him back to his room.

Inside of him, Ammit chortled happily. ~ * ~ End of Chapter ~* ~

AN: Hello dear readers, here's another shameless self-indulgent Patient Harrow x Reader insert I promised to write for someone. It starts out quite dark with the non-con start, but rapidly transforms into a more romantic tale with the angst slowly bleeding out of it and the fluff coming into play. I enjoy writing the more daily and ordinary activities for this. But there'll be lots of smut as well. Expected length: *Story length, no dirty thoughts tusk * I have not finished it yet, and knowing me, I am very curious to find out if I ever will. When I do, I will update the expected chapters for this fic in the chapter count, so keep an eye on that. Note: Despite the series being set in America, the situations and locations in this fic are based on my experiences in the local hospitals and on traditions in my area. You will see a lot of European influence. Requests: Thank you for sending in requests for scenes in this fic. I have tried to add as many of the requested situations as possible. I'll make a banner for this tale once I have decided about the title. Also, if people have Arthur Harrow stock material they wish to share, send it to me :3

#Arthur Harrow x Reader #Arthur Harrow x you #Reader insert #older man x younger woman #breeding kink fic #I'm going to upload most of this on AO3 because I am too lazy to do each chapter on tumblr #Moon knight fanfiction #asylum patient Harrow #arthur harrow #ethan hawke fandom #lots of smut #also sweet caretaking #starts dark with noncon #transforms rather quickly into romance and fluff

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