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demonslayedher · 1 year ago

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The Taisho Secret canon content regarding The Legend of Zenitsu has unfortunately made me have to give up beloved concepts in this future!Zennezu headcanon post. Most specifically, Old Man Zenitsu's with a mustache, because Word of Gotouge says he never grews facial hair. Zenitsu is probably far more disappointed than I am about this.

But also, it has all given me a much deeper headcanon about "The Legend of Zenitsu" being a bonding experience in their marriage, for Nezuko is a big fan, like so, what with Nezuko being a willing model for Zenitsu's praise-worthy paintings.

And is my brain spinning headcanons again? Yeah.

Zenitsu wished he could rub it in Tanjiro's face that he got a book deal. Not on everything, just on "The Demon Slaying Arc ~Fated Encounters~," "The Heavenly Maiden Arc ~I Am Willing To Die For You~," and "The Life of the Man Who Loved The Spirit of the Plum Tree Arc." No one else deserved to know "The Tastiness of Nezuko-chan's Cooking" anyway, for Zenitsu had described it too well and it would be like sharing his wife with a bunch of slimy readers. Bad enough that he still had to share with Inosuke all the time.

But Tanjiro didn't rub it in. He smiled and made as kind a sound as even, and congratulated him.

Maybe Tanjiro had grown too mild to say or feel anything more than that.

Because Zenitsu had a publisher and small fan base, he got paid a small advance to keep writing. Not even to stop going to an office job in town, if he wanted to to keep spoiling Nezuko with nice things. The stroke to eager made him write "The Beautiful Swordswoman Nezuko Arc" in one night, but "The Golden Dragon Wandering Alone Arc ~Go And Rescue Nezuko!~" was one he slogged through. It was getting to be a handful, going to work and raising a kid living up to expectations now that people had them of him. It felt good at first, but it made the writing less fun.

His heart was hardly in it when he wrote the "Botamochi from Zenitsu Arc." The sales tanked, and Zenitsu's publisher didn't bother him when he said aside his pen for a while. It was a long while, and there were other things going on anyway.

Not long after Tanjiro died, Nezuko caught a flu that was going around. It honestly made Zenitsu a little glad to have an excuse to leave his kid with Aoi for a while so that he could have Nezuko to himself while she was contagious. He didn't need anyone's help to take care of him, because every cell down to his soul cared only about how he might pamper and comfort her.

"Nezuko-chan, come on and drink a little. It'll make your throat feel better."

"I can't. I don't want to," she moaned. Tears escaped her hopeless eyes. She still must have felt so gutted, and Zenitsu knew he could do little to fill her for the time being. Some of that hopeless look must had been from thinking she'd never be free of the headache, but at least that much he might be able to soothe.

"Why don't you rest your head on my lap for a change? Here, I'll stroke your forehead for you."

"You should sleep."

"I can do it in my sleep," he smiled to her. "Actually, did you know that the legendary hero Agatsuma Zenitsu can be even more powerful when he sleeps?"

At this, she gave him a weak smile. The first he'd seen lately. "Yes."

"It's true! It's because he can hear the sound of his wife at his side. It powers him up like lightning coming right out of his empty eye-sockets! Actually, there was one time when he blinded his enemy before the roaring sound of his power knocked him over."

"Or the sound of his snoring."

"No, no, it's thunder like it shoots right out of him! You see, it all started one night in a terrible, creepy forest, when he saw a helpless man swooped backwards into the tree tops..."

When Nezuko recovered, Zenitsu picked up his pen again, and published "Rumble of the Knock-Out Secret Swordsmanship of Zenitsu Arc ~The Legendary Man’s Eyes Shine With Light~" not long afterward. It sold decently, and it was nice to hear that he had some fans who were excited about it.

Life fell back into a new busy normal, and Zenitsu's muse was fickle. "The Potato Feudal Lord Arc" was just a passing thing for fun, not something he'd ever tell his publisher about. It was more fun for a while to try out other things, like painting. As long as Nezuko was his model, Zenitsu found he had a knack for it. He ran into Yushiro one time though, who told him he was a hack, and they got into a big argument that ended with Zenitsu throwing all his brushes and unused canvases at him and daring him to do better. Those had all cost a lot of money, so Nezuko was not happy about that. Likewise, she wasn't happy when Zenitsu refused to sell a painting of her and tore his pants while throwing a fit.

By the looks of Nezuko's ledgers, it looked like Zenitsu was stuck at that desk job, selling electricity around the little mountain foothill town. He had been there so long that he got promoted for being good at sitting in the same chair for years, and that meant moving closer to a bigger town, closer to the growing metropolis, where Zenitsu felt right at home and Nezuko assured him she would adjust.

What would Tanjiro think, now that nobody bought charcoal anymore?

The world that once had demons seemed further and further away and the droll of adulthood stretched on, and powers he couldn't behead with a swift Thunderclap and Flash fought amongst themselves. More and more, there were expectations of Zenitsu, and people depending on him. He had to assure people they would still have light and heat even as Tokyo burned, and the sound of planes rattled his ears almost daily. He was a man of his community now, and the only one his family could depend on. At Nezuko's insistence, they collected nearly-blind Kanao and his nephews and niece, and he tried to insist to Inosuke to stay with them in town where there were bomb shelters, but Inosuke, just as responsible for his own family, felt he kept them safest going deeper and deeper in to the mountains.

Nezuko knew nothing but worries. Sometimes, he almost wished she could be back to a childlike state of mind, protected from all the pain and horrors she so unfairly had to endure. In the darkness of a bomb shelter, he hugged her close as she trembled. "Say, Nezuko-chan. Do you remember that time..."

"What?"

"...that time the great hero Agatsuma Zenitsu was a teeny-tiny, but very, very strong mouse?"

He could hear her worries lift, however slightly. Maybe that was all a mouse could do.

"Actually, it was when he was a little boy. You'd never guess it, but he was very cowardly. That was a terrible warlock with a fancy red mark around his eye painted him with a magic white makeup that turned him into a mouse!"

She stifled a snort against his chest. "Uzui-san..."

"Yeah, that was the warlock's name! Did I already tell you this story before?"

"A mouse?" his son clung tighter to him, sometime he hadn't done in years. Even when he was little he always clung to Nezuko instead anyway. Zenitsu could tell by the tone of his son's voice that he was already teary-eyed and sniffly.

"Yeah. A little mouse who thought he had no power at all. That the world was too big for him. But as it turns out..."

What really hurt was Nezuko's reaction. She sighed with disappointment, and lamented that this was why he spent so many long hours away from home.

That was a story Zenitsu recorded later, as a memory of those times. It stayed on his bookcase at home next to the Potato Lord story, now that the world was quiet again.

Business picked up really well. The world got brighter, and so did the indoor lighting. As a general sense of optimism filled the world again, the small but dedicated base of "Legend of Zenitsu" fans called for a new installment. He responded well to praise, and soon gave them "The Dragon Palace Arc ~Eternal Nezuko~," but being so busy as a highly promoted seat-warmer at the office meant he had things he had to do while sitting in that seat. He put on weight again, and spent a lot of sad, long evenings stuffing cookies in his face while streaming with tears that he couldn't be eating one of Nezuko's homecooked meals instead. "Sitting In A Happy Circle and Boiling Tea in Our Bellybuttons Arc" was something he secretly wrote at his desk as a form of silent protest. His publisher rejected that one after reading only one page.

Of course! He had to be at home to write his best work! He had to be in the same space as his muse, Nezuko! Another quickly written revenge work of his, "The Future Holds Zenitsu Arc," was considered one of his better ones.

After that, he was satisfied with writing for a while, and he muse pushed him to start playing (perfectly) the piano. Nezuko was not thrilled about the piano he bought.

If only he had taught it to Nezuko, then. Her joints all bothered her, but she kept sewing out of willpower.

This new hobby inspired another novel, and Nezuko inspired another novel after that of course, and the stress of their son getting married and wanting a lavish wedding inspired another novel and another novel after that was a desperate attempt to strike it big and get out of the debt that wedding cost them. After all, Zenitsu's daughter-in-law was a cutie and he wanted to spoil her. It made Zenitsu remember how cute Nezuko was when they were newlyweds, and before that too, of course, and now too, and before he knew it he had written yet another novel, despite his dwindling fan base. Nezuko sure liked that one, though, and that was all that mattered.

The years went by. Zenitsu felt he lost his mind over how his granddaughter got cuter every time he saw her, and he eventually reached some arbitrary age when his company could only promote him to retired. Aside from the aches in his legs, he felt as young as he always did, though. Kanao said it was probably the effects of Breath technique. It sustained them without reaching a threshold at which it would be dangerous to them.

Zenitsu still wrote sometimes. He stayed busier when his busy-body grandson read the old unpublished "The Birth of Zenitsu Arc" and insisted on learning Thunder Breath. That was like a new job Zenitsu never asked for, especially since he still only knew one of the original six forms, but Kiriya sent him a letter askeing him to give it a shot, for who knew what the future held. Certainly not demons, Zenitsu was assured of that much. If Yushiro gave his novels a bad review one more time, he'd make sure of there were no more demons left in the world.

He got back in touch with Inosuke. He thought it might never happen after he abandoned the old house and charcoal mill, but the whole time, Inosuke had been on the mountain next to it, where he had always been King of the Mountain. He still took care of the house, he said. But a King still had to be King. They weren't the only people on the mountain, though. Aoi paid house calls. Still, Zenitsu gave Inosuke a stern lecture about making Nezuko (as well as Kanao) worry, so Aoi made sure to drag Inosuke into the bigger and bigger city sometimes.

Zenitsu's newest hobby to drop money on was photography, but now that he was a pensioner, Nezuko did not mind so much. She even agreed to let him fulfill his dream of taking her to Paris. He was glad he had that camera, to prove how the city could not outshine her.

He was glad he took her when he did. Her joints made it harder and harder for her to get around, even though she always smiled and insisted Zenitsu's legs must hurt more. He didn't like it when she laughed and joked around about chopping her legs off to grow new ones.

"Grandpa," his youngest granddaughter looked to him with a tearful face, "Grandma was saying something about being a demon again. I wish she'd stop that."

"I know, right!? She's a princess, and the very spirit of a plum blossom tree! A shrine maiden too!"

"There's no way someone like Grandma would ever go to hell."

He paused, and his stomach sank.

Nezuko gave up her sewing. She spent more and more time in bed, but with no desk job to sit at and a grandson taught enough that he could be told to go off and practice on his own, Zenitsu spent his days writing again. He took a long time on that novel he wrote for her, putting in all the sorts of parts he knew she liked. Sometimes he couldn't help himself and reads parts aloud to her without telling her everything else that already happened in the story. She smiled and enjoyed each fragment anyway.

"I've finally got the title for this one!" he announced. "It's called, 'I Will Be In Love With You A Thousand Years Arc.' Perfect, huh? Well, maybe it's still missing something. A million years, maybe?"

"Zenitsu-san... tell me a story..."

"I am! I'm telling you the greatest story yet! It's about this immortal princess who..."

"Tell me a real story..."

He paused and listened to her heartbeat as she took a breath--a simple, unpracticed breath in tired human lungs. Nezuko still made the same warm sound that she always did. It had a different resonance when she was a demon, and when he carried another life inside her, but it was always uniquely her.

"I want to hear... about the time you spent with my brother."

"Tanjiro? Yeah, he... hasn't been in these for a long time. Maybe I'll bring him back."

"You cared so much about him," she smiled from her futon. "That was why you protected my box, before you even met me."

"He... yeah."

"I'm glad you were such good friends... I want to hear about all those good things that happened to you. About your Ojiisan, and your little bird..."

"Yeah," he grimaced to a smile, and the inside of his nose zapped like a storm was brewing. "I had a lot of good things happen to me. A lot of bad things too."

"It's up to you to decide if you're happy or not. I hope... you'll decide you were happy."

"Yeah," he said, the snot already flowing. "The happiest. I'll tell you all about it. I'll make it my best story ever."

"You promise...?"

He kissed her forehead. "I'd never be able to come up with anything better than the truth."

#whoa I wrote something sappy #but also whoa #I wrote fic again #Zennezu #my fics #Agatsuma Zenitsu #Kamado Nezuko

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voidofgrace · 1 year ago

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So, I've done a couple play-throughs of Baldur’s Gate 3 now, and I have some thoughts regarding companion romances; namely, Astarion and Gale. Warning, this will contain spoilers.

In my first game, I romanced Astarion (because obviously), and I loved the way they handled his traumas, his growth, and the nuances of his character. I could pen an essay, but I doubt there is anything I could say that hasn't been said already.

My second game, I decided to romance Gale. I won't lie, I mostly did it because thanks to the weird way he was bugged, I got a flag for his act 2 romance cut scene in my other game. Out of curiosity, I went through it, and it was honestly so sweet, and kind of sad. After that, I wanted to see how the rest of his romance played out.

And folks, I hate to say it (no I don't), I loved his romance more than Astarion’s. By the end of Astarion’s story, while wonderful, I didn't want to be with him, but just like, protect him and help him live his life and just learn how to be free. The revelation of his headstone, and his age of death. He was so young when he was murdered and turned, and it's so heartbreaking.

Also, the man literally says he really didn't like you at all at first. I mean, fair, but was that really the time to say "I thought you were a total loser, but ily now ❤." Kinda rude, Astarion.

And then there's Gale. The man who loved his Goddess so much, he tried to return a piece of magic to her he thought she had lost. Now don't get me wrong, he did it as much out of hubris as he did love, but in doing so, he wanted to earn a fraction of the love he felt for her in return.

This is a man who was sentenced to death by the woman he loved, as a means to an end that she and the other gods could achieve.

And what does this man do, when thinking about how he was close to the end?

He creates a sky full of stars, a pocket of something beautiful in a place that's cursed. And he tells you he loves you, laments about how he wishes he could do it properly. He gives you a glimpse of his life in Waterdeep, the place where he is happiest, because he wants to share that with you.

It is so wonderfully sweet, but it's also soured by the fact that he believes he has no choice but to carry out Mystra’s will. He believes he needs to be forgiven for his transgression against her, and that forgiveness will only be granted with his death.

Then we get the the start of act 3, and the circus. When you take Gale through the Dryad's test, the questions felt very shallow, especially when compared to the ones given with Astarion. What kind of food is Gale? Really? At least, until the very last question: what is Gale’s greatest flaw. One of the answers you can choose is "He thinks that he, and the world, might be better off if he were dead."

His response? He agrees... As someone who has struggled with mental health and similar thoughts, that one hit home. But then, in the next sentence, he shows that he has hope. Maybe it's not true. Maybe fate can be defied.

Moving on to later in act 3, there was the revelation of the Crown of Karsus, a relic from Karsus' attempt at achieving Godhood that survived. And Gale sees the possibilities that crown opens up. A chance to do what the other gods refused to do - what Mystra refused to do. He saw the chance to save Faerûn, to save his friends, and to save the person he loves (which again, Mystra refused to do, in his eyes), Ao be damned.

But, he also sees it as a way to finally be worthy. Worthy of the love he had been denied by Mystra, deserving of the love you have given him. After all, in the past, it was only ever because of his power that he was ever deemed worthy for anything, and what greater power is there than that of a god?

And that is HEARTBREAKING. The man only thought he was worth anything because of his power, because that had been the only thing people had really cared for about him. And when you tell this man you love him just for him, not because he's powerful or because he could he a god, but because he's a sweet man who loves books, who sometimes writes poetry, who loves curling up by the fire with his cat, a book and a glass of wine, he turns down that power. Show him care and love for who he is, and the man shines.

How could anyone NOT love Gale?

But yeah, Gale is 10/10. And Mystra sucks.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios

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bihanarms · 2 years ago

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Here's chapter 2! If you want to read the first one, don't hesitate to go to my blog ;) Feel free to correct me or suggest some ideas, happy reading~

Chapter 2 : Dilemma

Do not be fooled into thinking that las plagas are merely tools for creating powerful bioweapons. Their true value lies in their ability to control. No matter how hostile the subject, a single injection can turn anyone into a faithful servant. Who needs spies when you can turn yesterday's enemy into today's ally?

Can you imagine if Saddler had that much control? Six billion loyal servants at his sole command. There would be no opposition, no war.  Maybe for the first time in human history, the world would know peace.

But I know how Saddler and the others have oppressed the people of this island for generations. I know how he treats them. That's no way to live. And because of that, I won't let it happen. »

A drop of sweat fell on the right side of his notebook.

Luis released his pen with a trembling hand, his pulse abnormally high. All that he had witnessed on this island was too much, and he could not continue to work and support these atrocities without doing anything. Being a mere spectator to all this was destroying him bit by bit, day after day...But where to start?

He had already figured out a way to remove the parasite from a body until a certain stage, but most of the inhabitants of his former village and this island were at an advanced stage, and nothing was possible at this level of infection, except... execution.

The best thing to do was unfortunately to get out of this place while he still could, safe and sound, to save his skin.

"I'm going to blow myself up," Luis sighed with a completely overwhelmed voice, his arms hanging on both sides of his desk chair. He took a deep breath before raising his head and trying to regain his composure.

You’ve got a new notification, the sound came from his computer.

He hastily slid on his chair to reach his keyboard.

There was actually a solution...This woman named Ada Wong had just replied to his email. She came from an organization whose name he vaguely remembered and offered to get him out of this island safely, in exchange he gave her the sample called the amber he had recovered.

But could he trust her? In any case, there were few options...

Count on me, I'll bring you the amber, but you'll get me out of here, right? Ah, and if you could take a pack of cigarettes on the way... any brand will do.

With his right hand on his lighter and his left hand on the end of his lips holding his last cigarette, a cloud of smoke emanated from his mouth...

Who to trust?

His eyes suddenly opened wide, and a snap of his fingers resonated in his brain. What about (y/n)? How could he forget about her? Months had passed since then, months spent in her presence, learning more about her, personality, tastes, etc... Even though the mystery surrounding her face had still not been solved, he had become attached to her in a unique way. And as he had felt it from the beginning, she was much more than a mere woman his ego dictated he should conquer.

They trusted each other, or... was it really the case?

Luis replayed the scenes in his head, but he had never heard her express her opinion on what was happening on this island. He had tried to fish for her opinion on Saddler several times, but she had never been receptive to it, no negative or positive answer. Her response was limited to "these are things that do not concern me, Luis. My job here is to protect people like you and your work."

The poor researcher had such a tormented mind, a real headache settling in his head. He really didn't know who to believe...

Knock knock knock

His heart skipped a beat.

"Just a minute! Just a minute!"

He rushed to his notes, hiding them in drawers, closing all the tabs on his computer, and hurried to open the door.

"(y/n)?"

"What? No nickname today? You seem stressed. Something's bothering you," (y/n) said gravely.

Her tone was drier than usual. Something was wrong.

"Everything's fine, cariña. What brings you here?" Luis forced a smile.

(y/n) briefly scanned the room before turning her attention back to Luis. "Hope you are ready for big trouble. You have two hours to meet me at this location. And if I don’t see you here exactly in time, I'll come back to drag you out. »

Normally, Luis would find her authoritarian attitude a bit thrilling, but all he felt now was fear. Was Saddler ordering (y/n) to eliminate him because he suspected his betrayal? Would she take care of him in the village? After all, (y/n) used to work for Saddler before becoming his friend, from what he knew.

"See you in two hours then," Luis replied, trying to appear calm, even though he was anything but.

He closed the door and slumped against it. In any case, the place that the charming military woman had indicated was right next to where he was supposed to meet Ada.

Why not see what was waiting for him there?

hope you liked it !! chapter 3 will be out soon, be ready~ and dont worry romance’s coming back in the next chapter :p

#luis serra x reader #luis sera #resident evil #luis sera x reader #luis serra navarro #luis serra #resident evil 4 #resident evil remake

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your-absent-father · 2 years ago

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Hihi get it? Because Eve is my name-

Okay, in all seriousness, hi to old friends. It's been a while. Almost half a year it seems. I took too much pressure on this thing which should have been like a hobby and not... like work. We aren't getting paid to do this so I want my free time to be escapist and fun and not another reason to fall into previous habits.

I am rambling. The tldr is that I am on my rebrand and self care era after a year of disappointment after disappointment so I want to do something fun and have fun.

Who am I?

I am... people on here call me Eve, but I have juggling around new pen names I could start using, mainly because my last one I have used ever since middle school. So, you can call me Eve, but don't wonder if you see other names popping up like Alina Ellis and E.V May that are now the top runners up.

I am queer, probably more neurodivergent than diagnosed but I am too broke to get tested. I live in Finland. I am 22 years old and right now I am trying to get my papers to be a full time teacher's aid, and maybe apply to study to be a elementary school teacher.

I love K-pop, especially stray kids and (g)-idle, classical literature, media about problematic women doing problematic stuff, Taylor Jenkins Reed's historical books, pretending to watch indie movies even tough I would rather just watch musicals on loop.

As a writer, I love to write some good angst. I have recently tried to write some more positive stories and just have fun but I can have fun while writing some pain. I really love complex female lead that has that delicious female rage in her. I also almost always have at least one lesbian couple or/and wholesome guy with a girlboss woman.

my WIPs

Drafting

All the great love stories

Six love stories all different in nature. An evil sorceress waiting for her turn in the steak falling in love with her guard. Cabaret performer seducing the police officer and getting more that she barganded for. Children of rival mob bosses falling in love. Two soulmates trying to find each other. Mad scientist trying to keep their lover alive. Girl with unbeliavable power who can't seem to die. All of the stories are different but they all have one faithful similarity: All of the stories end in a tragedy.

intropost

all writing in one

Tag: WIP: ATGLS

False Gods

the story of Beatrix Jones, the lead singer of the rising indie rock band Aurora Four. With fame and success on the rise, Beatrix and her bandmates navigate the music industry while keeping their identities hidden behind masks, a decision made after a scandal threatened their careers. Is the hid indentity worth the criminal activity they tangled themselves in.

Tag: WIP: FG

intropost

all the writing in one

The vanishing act

a mystery thriller about a mystical carnival whose employees seem all to be identical to missing people trough out the years, and haven't aged a day even if 100 years have gone by. After year of gaslighting, Amanda witnesses her best friend and her mother, looking almost same age, in the circus performing.

Tag: WIP: Circus Moirai

intopost

All the writing in one

Mika Connelly VS the power of love

Mika Connelly never thought something like this cpuld happen to her. After pissing off a fortune teller, who was secretly Cupid in disguise, Mika Connelly is forced to live in a teen romance novel so Cupid can prove that everyone falls in love at least someone. Problem is, Mika is aroace, so romance is final thing she could think about.

To escape her rose colored prison, Mika makes a deal with cupid. Cupid has 20 chances to make Mija fall in love. Mika's mission on the other hand, is to make her new love interest not in love with her anymore. If she fails, she is trapped eternally as a high school senior in a warpped version of her old high school.

Intropost

On the shelve rn:

Children of Jessamine

Fantasy story about a queen who has to make a choice between betraying her country to join her husbands enemy, or protecting her son while the time is ticking. People might soon find out, the crown prince isn't the kings child

intopost

Also I have couple on hiatus that some people might remember. I think I'll come back to them at some point.

What I am doing on tumblr?

I am not probably going to be that active on ask games and all of those but I do want to do stuff and be creative so I have couple of ideas that maybe could be fun.

I want to do trailers for my wips. I want to edit again and I don't vibe with any fandom where I could do the edits I want

fake scenes from the books as edits too

more organized stuff

I just want to be creative without putting pressure on myself.

Other tags:

Eve Rambling: My random ramblings

Eve venting: If I need to vent

Eve being creative: creative stuff other than writing

other people's x: Other people's writeblr

So... Sorry for the essay lmao. But feel free to messenge me. I'll follow back. Let's have some fun!

#writeblr #writeblr introduction #writeblr reintro #Eve rambling

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huffle-dork · 10 months ago

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Swap Across the CrystalVerse Chapter 17: The Bad End

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"You do look more like me wearing that," Chase comments, looking over Bro in his new clothes. "The hand-me-down look really seals it. Sorry if they don't fit. We have, uh, limited options while living in a cave. At least they're clean."

Bro laughs, "It's okay- we're pretty similar just… bigger… arms I guess."

"You can say bigger muscles- I think Chase's self esteem was already shot just by seeing them~!" Jackie grins.

"Hey! Don't be mean! It's not like… I'm showing off! It's just! What happens when you fight crime!" Bro protests.

Chase laughs. "Don't worry, I'm not too concerned about being built. I'm more of a long range guy."

Stacy pokes her head into the storage cavern where Chase, Bro, Jackie, and Sam are waiting. "Are you guys done in here?"

The two swaps look at Stacy and Bro tries to hide his blush at seeing her as he adjusts the outfit. "u-uh yeah! I think so!"

"Great." Stacy nods. "I found a group of people who are going to come along."

Someone else leans into view. They have short dark hair underneath a blue beanie and are wearing a black jacket and skirt with leggings. "Hey." They wave.

"Oh! This is Raven, they're one of those people," Stacy says. "They wanted to meet you."

"Not often you hear about people from another world." Raven grins. "Nice to meet you. I'm the magician."

"Oh! A magician! That's great!" Bro grins. "We could use any help we can get!"

'Nice to meet ya, Raven!" Jackie smiles.

"Heh." Raven smiles. "Happy to help. If you get paused in time I'm able to unfreeze you. That's why I'm coming."

"Oh awesome! That'll make this way easier!" Bro laughs.

"Stacy, are you gonna go, too?" Chase asks.

"Are you?" Stacy asks him.

"I, uh… I want to help. But I think it'll make the whole decoy thing hard."

Jackie looks at Chase and then shrugs, "If you stay with us and hidden- it should be fine! Once Bro starts using his powers it gonna be real obvious it aint you so-"

"That's true…" Chase muses. "Alright. I'll go. I'm an alright marksman, I can stay hidden from a distance."

Stacy nods. "In that case, I won't go. It's too dangerous for both of us to leave. Just in case something happens to one group."

Chase nods. "Alright. Where's Jack, by the way?"

Sam gets off the box They're sitting on and wraps Their nerve-tail around something inside. A small pen. They awkwardly write letters on the lid of the cardboard box. A-L-T.

"He's still with Alt?" Chase asks. "Huh."

Jackie frowns. "… I feel like that's been a long time."

Bro looks worried. "Do you think they're both okay?"

Chase bites his lip. "I don't think anything could've happened to Jack. You literally can't touch him, yknow? But… something could be…" He shakes his head, not wanting to say it in front of Bro and Jackie. "I-it'll probably be fine. If everyone's ready, we should start moving right away. Jackie, are you gonna come?"

"Yeah man! I can be moral support if anything. But, also like- whats the saying… better with numbers…?" Jackie frowns. "Why can't I remember how that goes-"

Bro laughs, "Please try to stay away from any place you can fall and break something, Jackie-"

"Nooo promises!" Jackie grins.

"You want a gun, then? Or a knife?" Stacy asks, pushing open the lid of a crate.

"Oh- a knife please. Imma a terrible shot." Jackie laughs.

"Alright, here you go." Stacy grabs a sheathed knife and hands it to him. "That looks the right size for you. Feel free to slash away, the corrupted don't feel pain and they don't go down easily."

"ooh- that's.. fun. Good to know." Jackie says, taking the knife.

Bro frowns, "huh… i gotta be careful then… I don't wanna like- accidentally… you know-"

"Accidentally kill them? You're that strong?" Chase asks with wide eyes.

Bro flushes, "…I dunno! mmmmaybe? I haven't tried to! I'm very against killing- but I usually try to hold back once I see someone in pain."

"Yknow, Trisha once shot Error point-blank with a shotgun and he got up again, I think you punching them really hard won't do that much," Stacy says. "Just don't aim for the heads. These are still people under all the corruption."

Bro nods to Stacy and wrings out his hands and wrists, "Okay… I can do that. I don't like aiming for the face much anyways. Broken noses aren't fun for anyone… Unless they deserve it. …Broken noses are meant for criminals not mind controlled people. There that's a new super law for me." He nods.

Jackie snorts and rolls his eyes.

Stacy laughs. "Great, good to hear."

"Let's head out, then," Chase says. "The sooner, the better. We need Bro to hang out somewhere with a lot of cameras for him to see, while the rest of us stay out of sight."

Raven nods. "I can keep up an invisibility spell for a while, but everyone will need to stick close to me, it only covers so much ground."

"Alright, good luck guys," Stacy says.

"Thanks Stacy- stay safe okay?" Bro says with a smile. Jackie gives her a two fingered salute.

“Let's go." Chase checks his gun, then leads the way out of the cave.

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The door to the room appears, opening up. Jack looks away from Alt and towards it, stiffening. His form is overtaken by white static until he's just the staticky outline he was when Alt first saw him. He puts a finger to his lips.

Alt jumps slightly and then curls up as Jack becomes less solid. He shakily nods.

Error walks in. He looks at Alt and grins. "We're going to take a trip. Come on. Please don't make this difficult."

As Error walks in Alt growls and bares his teeth at him like a feral animal.

"Oh, don't be like that, this is your lucky day! Though you don't think of it that way right now." Error leans down, still grinning. He's not wearing the hoodie outfit from earlier. Instead, it's some red and blue jumpsuit, torn and bloodied. "Come on." His smile drops. "If I have to drag you down there, I will."

"Go ahead and try fucker-" Alt spits. He grins as his eyes spark with energy, "You already know I'm pretty slippery."

"Because of your glitching? Is that it? Hmmm." Error hums. "You know… the Place has a way of taking you where Anti wants you to be. So, sure, you can try. You'll probably just end up where I'm taking you anyway." He flashes a sharp smile. "But if you insist." He grabs Alt by the arm and starts pulling him towards the door.

Alt yelps and then quickly tries to glitch away and out of his grip.

And yet, somehow, Error manages to hold onto him. The static swarming around his body buzzes around Alt's glitches, causing some kind of rough barrier. "Come on," Error says, adjusting his hold so he's pinning Alt's arms to his side. He doesn't sound bothered at all by the struggles as he drags Alt out into the hallway. The static form of Jack follows.

Alt cries out and tries to fight as much as he can. "H-Hey! What the fuck!! Let me go!!"

"Nope!" Error says, almost cheerfully. He continues dragging Alt down the hallway, which slopes and twists downwards. Cables start to appear on the ground, ready to trip people up, but he nimbly dodges them. "Come on, we're almost there!"

Alt feels his stomach drop and dread starts to take over him as he tries even harder to get away. "N-No! C'mon J-Jackie! You're Jackie right?! J-Just let me go man!!"

"I thought I told you before." Error's grip on Alt tightens to the point where it hurts a little. "That's not me anymore." He reaches a door made of metal and opens it up, dragging Alt inside. It's completely dark, impossible to see, but somehow Error navigates it perfectly until he manages to push Alt into a chair, forcing him to sit.

Alt cries out and squirms and kicks as much as he can. When he's forced into the chair he tries to see if he can glitch away-

"No!" Error sees him doing that and pushes him hard back, hard enough that Alt's head clunks against the back of the chair. "Don't you dare," he hisses, quickly grabbing Alt's arms and pushing them into the arms of the chair, where cuffs snap into place. He quickly does the same for his ankles, cuffing them to a bar connecting the chair legs, and then backs up. "Just wait here quietly, okay?"

Alt’s vision flashes white for a second as he head hits the seat. He then struggles and pulls at the restraints, really starting to freak out. Terrified tears gather in his eyes as he starts to heave in panic. “P-Please don’t do this! I-I don’t want to be a puppet again! Please!”

Error grins. "It's not so bad. Maybe you'll find it's different this time. Maybe you'll be happy." And then he turns and leaves the room.

Jack quickly walks into the room before Error closes the door. The room is completely dark now, but Alt can hear Jack's voice. "You're not alone, I promise," he says.

Alt is panicking hardcore, even Jack's voice doesn't calm him down. His eyes try to find any source of light in the room but there's nothing- its dark and he's scared. "J-Jack…! I.. I don't want to be corrupted…! I..! I-"

“I know, I’m sorry,” Jack murmurs. “I-I can’t stop him, a-and I’m sorry. But I can fix it. Just before you guys arrived here, I figured out how to uncorrupt people. But I-I don’t know how to stop the corruption while it’s happening. Only after the fact. And I’m so, so sorry. But I promise people are on the way to help. I promise.”

Alt feels his stomach sinking even more as he hangs his head and tries to hide his panicked tears. He… he has to try to look tough for whatever's coming… he can't show he's weak- but he's so fucking scared.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Jack says. “You’re not alone. It’s going to be—”

Then the door opens again. The lights flick on, revealing the corruption room, just like the one Surgeon showed Mag. Standing in the doorway are two familiar faces. Anti… and Magnificent himself.

“Hey, Alt,” Anti says, grinning as he closes the door.

"Hello cub~" Magnificent giggles.

Alt goes pale. "M-Magnificent…"

Magnificent laughs wildly and teleports to grab Alt's chin, tilting it back and forth. "Awww look at you, kitten! You look fucking terrible~ Scared out of your wits, are we?"

"S-Shut the fuck up!" Alt spits, trying to pull his wet face away from his grip.

Magnificent giggles and teleports back by Anti, grinning. "This is going to be so fucking easy. It's almost sad-"

"Easy would be good, this is never 'easy' in my experience," Anti says. One of the screens on the walls lights up, showing nothing but static, the speakers letting out the sound of white noise. Anti glitches over to a table and starts looking through the items there. "You should probably cover your ears, Magnificent. I don't think it'll be able to affect you so easily, but better safe than sorry. You get started while I decide how to approach this."

"Ah- Yes. I can do that." Mag snaps and puts basically magic earplugs in and then grins, slinking back over to Alt.

Alt tries to pull his head away but Mag grabs him by the hair and slams his head back, giggling. "Oh you poor beaten kitten… your mind has already been scrambled so nicely for me~! So broken and disjointed… It's like you knew to expect me!"

"Mag- f-fucking! Don't do this! You're really g-gonna let me be a puppet for someone else?" Alt tries to growl at him.

Magnificent just shakes head and laughs, "Why not? I want to see how it works~! And you're already such a good puppet for me, Alt… I think I can lend you away for a bit~" He flares up some corruption in his hands- not enough to completely block Alt's magic- but enough to make him weak. He digs his claws into his neck and spreads it there as Alt screams and tries to thrash against it. As he works a bright purple and green spiral looms behind Magnificent- soon drawing in Alt's eyes as Mag withdraws his hand.

Alt weakly lets his head fall back, panting and heaving in panic- but he's starting to do it less- the anger and fear fading from his eyes. Corrupted purple flickers in his eyes but- he tries to fight against it, weakly squirming in his restraints. "n-no… no I… i-"

Anti watches this happen, observing. It really does happen quite quickly. "I've been able to put people in trances before," he says quietly. "But they always shake it off eventually. That sort of reminds me of it." He nods at the spiral, at the way Alt's struggles are fading. "I can work with that."

The white noise in the air sounds less sharp than it did before. More… soothing, almost. Anti walks around behind Alt, carrying something. He snaps it around Alt's neck, revealing it to be a metal collar.

"Alright, Alt," he says quietly, but not kindly. "Here's how it's going to work. If you start to do something wrong, you're going to get hurt. Same thing if you say something bad. Simple enough, right? You can do that, right?"

Magnificent's eyes widen and then he giggles, "Oh… i like where this is going."

Alt snaps slightly out of trance as he feels the collar get snapped onto him. He weakly glares at Anti, eyes sparking. "L-Like i'm gonna just d-do what you say just cuz you ask me- f-fuck off!"

ZAP. Anti can't pulse with electricity the way Alt can, but he has other tools he can use. Namely, a taser, which he presses to the metal of the collar and switches on for a second. "That's a low setting, and I know you can handle electricity," Anti says. "But I promise it can get worse. And I'm not just limited to lightning." He tilts Alt's head back so he can look him in the eyes. "You don't have to fight it, though," he whispers. "You don't have to go through this." He glances back up at Magnificent and nods towards the spiral he has conjured, silently asking him to increase whatever he's doing.

Alt grits his teeth and stiffens in his chair, trying to hide his discomfort. He feels himself get tilted up and he opens his eyes enough to just glare more at Anti. "I-I'm not l-letting myself be corrupted by you…!"

Magnificent tilts his head and the magic gets brighter and hums with intensity. The pressure on the room increases. Mag grips his hand and the corruption on Alt's neck pulses and grows slightly, making purple flash in his eyes as he gasps.

Alt tries to shut his eyes, shaking his head. "No…! Nono-!"

"Why not?" Anti asks. "Remember, I've seen your memories. I know what you've thought. All these Antis out here, doing terrible things. You know that you're not any different. Didn't you try to kill your so-called friends a couple times?"

"T-Those weren't for you to see-" Alt whimpers. "I.. I'm not like that anymore- I don't want to be that anymore…! I'm not like them- I'm not-!" He squeezes his eyes shut tighter, trembling.

ZAP! Anti goes up a setting on the taser. "Don't close your eyes," he snaps.

Alt grits his teeth and bites back another scream. Alt instinctively follows Anti's order and his eyes find the spiral.

"Alright, maybe you're not like that anymore. But you remember what it was like, don't you? Didn't a part of you like being like that? Being able to do whatever the fuck you wanted?"

Alt’s shoulders almost instantly relax as the magic starts to spiral in his eyes. His head lolls back more as he breathes slowly. He leans a bit more against Anti's side, talking hollowly. "… i… i… d..did…"

"That's it kitten… relax… and listen to Anti," Magnificent sings sweetly, increasing the burning magic. "Just like that…"

"I know you did," Anti says, his voice laced with static. "But you feel so bad about it now. Guilt is a useless thing, Alt. All it does is make you feel bad. Life is so much better lived without regrets. Nothing is stopping you from casting these feelings aside and doing something that you like. Even if people say it's wrong, they don't know you. They can't know you. It's impossible to fully know someone, since you can't possibly have thought and felt and experienced everything someone else has. So, why do you care so much about what these people who can't know you think?"

"I… I don't… know…" Alt whispers, knitting his eyebrows together in confusion. "…it… it.. shouldn't… matter…" His eye twitches and he tries to shake out his head, squeezing his eyes shut again as his head pounds. "n-no it m-matters it… it has to- I… I need to- be something b-better…! I…"

ZAP! Up another setting. "Better is arbitrary," Anti hisses. "Good and bad are constructs. Right and wrong are fictional ideas." The static echoes his words. "You only want to be 'better' because others tell you that you should want that. When you strip away those voices, Alt, you know what you really want. And I can help you, like I've helped lots of people before you."

Alt lets out a short scream now, clenching his fists and arching his back. He pants, eyes rolling in his head for a second before they find the spiral again. He starts to relax even more, even through panted short breaths. The magic glows brighter in his eyes as he whispers, "…what… I want…?" He leans his head back and sighs in pain, "i… i wanna be free…"

"Then let me help you," Anti whispers. "Let me free you." He puts one hand on Alt's shoulder. For a moment, he flickers, becoming a figure of black static. Something is in his chest. Right where his heart would be. It looks a little like a heart too, in shape. But it's not. It's a knot of strings, and one of those strings slinks down his arm and into the spot where his hand is touching Alt. Then he returns to his normal look, and the string is gone from sight. But it's still there.

Alt twitches a bit and rolls his shoulder where he feels the string but very quickly relaxes. His eyes glaze over completely and his fighting stops. "…free me, Anti." He whispers, lips hardly moving.

Magnificent giggles with glee, hardly able to stop grinning.

"I will," Anti promises. "Close your eyes. When I tell you to open them again, you'll be free."

Alt's eyes easily slip shut now, his head lolling forward to hang limply over his chest.

"One…" Anti whispers. "Two…" He reaches for the collar. "Three." And he snaps it off. "Wake up, Byte."

Alt's head slowly rises and he opens his eyes. Immediately- they are different. His sclera is now green static. The purple spirals still burn in his irises but… now its like- his pupils are glitching. They don't seem to want to settle, glitching across his iris and sclera in broken bits and pieces.

Byte leans forward and looks confused before his lips curl up into an unsteady smile. He digs his nails into the arms of his chair and starts to giggle. He's dazed- still seeming kinda lost and entranced. He falls back in his chair, letting his head hit the back of it as he dazedly giggles at the ceiling.

"…fascinating…!" Magnificent breathes, his eyes sparkling.

"Everyone reacts to it differently," Anti says. "I've given up on trying to predict how they'll act after the process--but somehow this feels right." He leans back, considering for a moment. "It might not be as well-settled as corruption usually is, but that was really fast. Worth the tradeoff, if you ask me."

"I think it was only so fast because his mind is already very open to my hypnosis. And… whatever happened with you two scrambled his brain and made it very easy to manipulate." Magnificent comments, crossing his arms as he studies Byte. "Still… I haven't seen him like this…"

Anti leans forward again, undoing the cuffs on Byte's wrists and ankles. "Hello there." He smiles at him, somehow managing to look both genuine and crazed at the same time. "How do you feel, Byte?"

Byte dazedly watches as he's freed, smile only getting wider. His eyes get a bit more of that unhinged look in them. He tries to glitch up out of the chair and then falls over himself slightly, giggling madly. He finds Anti's arm and grabs onto it, digging his nails in. "F-Fantastic-" He grins. "Fucking f̵a̴n̴t̴a̵s̷t̸i̵c̷~! And… and stabby- I feel stabby." Byte laughs more and looks at Anti with those wide glitching eyes, grinning like a maniac. "Can I stab you? I w-w-wanna see you b̷͚̂l̴̢̇é̷̠e̶̓͜é̸̯d̸͕͘d̴̞̑."

"Ha! Unfortunately, I don't bleed at all, despite this whole thing." Anti indicates the neck wound. "But we can go out into the city and find someone who will." His smile widens into an excited grin. He seems unfazed by Byte grabbing his arm, even as the nails dig in. He glances at Magnificent. "Guessing that sort of comment isn't normal, then?"

"Not at all." Magnificent replies, impressed.

"Can I bite them?!" Byte says excitedly, baring his teeth in a sharp grin. "That's what my name is now, right? B̵I̷t̶e̸!̸ ̵!" He snaps his teeth together like a playful predator, giggling.

"You can," Anti assured him. "Let me just find someone suitable. This will only take one second." He turned into black static and zipped away--and then, exactly one second later, he returned. "Well… I just saw something very interesting." He looked over at Magnificent. "A puppet who snapped his strings. My Chase is out wandering around. It must be some sort of trap, I caught a couple glimpses of people nearby. They must've thought they were hiding with that magician's invisibility spell, not knowing that some cameras can see through that." And back to Byte, grinning. "We can head out right now."

"C̸h̵a̴s̵e̷!̷ I know a Chase!" Byte says excitedly. "If there's twooo Chases- can I kill one, Anti?" He giggles. As he does, he's still glitching a bit in place- his normally bright green and blue glitches now darker and corrupted. Even his magic seems corrupted as he opens his hand up and summons one of his magic knives. It buzzes and fizzles with loud static and flickers between dark green, blue, red and black.

Magnificent chuckles, "That's true… that could mean our Chase is somewhere in there too. No doubt hoping to catch us off guard."

"Or! He can come back too! Two Chases! Two puppets~!" Byte laughs, bouncing on his toes.

"Two would be nice," Anti says thoughtfully. "But if it really comes down to it, you can kill the spare--the one not from this world. As well as anyone else with him."

The spirals in Byte's eyes pulse a bit at this, as if sealing in a command and he grins. "I can kill him. It will be fun to kill him~! And the others! Anyone I can!!"

"Oh this will be quite the show~!" Magnificent laughs, "My puppets wont know what's hitting them."

Anti flashes a smile. "Lovely knives."

"Thank you Anti!" Byte beams. He throws one knife out of his hand and lets its sink into the wall- then opens back up his hand and it flies back in a similar arc. He giggles. "They're m̸a̵g̶i̷c̵~̷" He then poofs them away and glitches around the room like he just can't keep still. "Can we go?!"

"We can go right now," Anti says. "I need Voice, but we can meet him at the exit. Hmm, I should probably take Error, too, just in case." He looks at Magnificent. "Want to join? The four of us together can probably defeat them all."

"Oh, my friend, I wouldn't miss this for the world." Magnificent chuckles.

Byte glitches to a stop, his hair spiking and curling slightly as electricity courses across it and his clothes. He grins wide. "I'll follow you! I still don't know how the Place works-" He says plainly but even that sounds a bit crazy and unhinged. Maybe its that wild look in his glitching eyes. He then blinks and looks to a certain corner and then points. "And what are we gonna do with Jack? He's watching."

Magnificent looks confused, frowning at the space and not seeing anything. "…what are you talking about…?"

Anti stiffens. "He's what?" he whispers, absolute venom dripping in his voice, thick enough to burn ears.

Jack has been watching everything. He'd wanted to reach out to Alt, to support him during Anti's attempts to corrupt him, to remind him that he's not alone. But then Magnificent had walked in and thrown him for a loop, and before he could recover, that spiral the magician conjured was blocking Alt's vision. He wanted to shout, to scream, but the moment the process started he froze up. It wasn't just Alt in that chair, it was Jackie, Jameson, Henrik, Marvin, Chase--all of them. All of his friends he couldn't help. All of his friends that he had watched get hurt and tortured and twisted beyond recognition and never been able to do a single thing about. The memory of helplessness locked him up, shoving him back into that mentality until it was too late.

Anti turns in the direction Alt was pointing and lunges forward.

Jack yelps, briefly flickering into view, and dives out of the way.

"Get b̵̨a̛ç̛k̕ ̸͠h͡e͟͠r̢͟ę̴̕!" Anti shouts, picking up a blade from the nearest table and throwing it.

Jack dodges it and jumps through the wall, disappearing.

Anti screeches animalistically--then glances at Magnificent and gets himself under control. "I'll… deal with him… some other time," he says through gritted teeth. "He can't be touched. He's just like a fucking ghost. Not important right now. Let's go. He's probably going to tell the group we're on the way."

Byte staggers back, fear flickering in his eyes. As Anti shouts and screeches, he curls up slightly- afraid of his rage.

Magnificent raises an eyebrow and then laughs, "Sore spot, I'm assuming?" He sees Byte cowering and grabs him by the arm and throws him forward. "No time to waste, Byte. You want your blood, don't you?"

"y…yes. Yeah I- let's go." Byte says a bit dazedly. He glances at Anti warily.

Anti takes a deep breath. He notices Byte's fear, and for a moment, regret flickers in his eyes. But it's only for a second. There are more important things to focus on. "Sore spot indeed," Anti says as he walks to the door. He opens it up and heads out. "Come on. We'd best hurry."

#SATCV #SATCV Bad End #alt anti #corruption #byte alt #hehehe i was so excited for this part i can't believe iw as late!!#shorter chapter but i feel like its flows better this way afhvgajbk #swap magnificent #bro fantastic #jackie mann #you know i had to get alt corrupted do you even know me? ahgvajshkb

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runawaymun · 3 months ago

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Hi! I have a bit of a strange question haha, hope you don't mind! I love your art but I've always wondered what device/program you use? I assumed an ipad but I watched your lives and it looks like you use a computer program. I've never seen anyone use a computer program and their art look as good a yours! I'm assuming you use the mouse (or a drawing tablet maybe?) but as someone who has dabbled in digital art I'm just so impressed if you do use a computer!

Not a strange question at all! I don't own any kind of ipad-type tablet. I use a Huion Kamvas 13, which is basically the same exact thing as a Cintiq of the same size and quality but like, literally half the price. It's very comfortable and high quality. It took a minute to figure out how to plug it into my computer and it's a bit fussy with the cables so it's not as portable as I'd like it to be, but that's my only complaint. It draws beautifully. Eventually when I have space and money I'd love to purchase a bigger display.

I use Clip Studio Paint Pro as my drawing program. It's extremely powerful, supports animation if you want to do that, and the brush packs etc you can find on the community page are nearly limitless. I do wish it wasn't so annoying about working offline (they don't like you to do it, or to switch devices too much), so for that reason I'm thinking about switching to Procreate (also because so many people seem to use it), or finding a decent free option.

But yeah, the computer runs the program but the Huion tablet is what I actually draw on. It's a pen display so there's no fussing with looking at my monitor, but drawing on a screenless drawing tablet --- and I have no use for an ipad or any other tablet type product other than art, so the Huion was the best choice for me since I can just plug it into my already really powerful PC.

A fair warning that if your computer isn't as powerful as mine (it's a gaming PC that my brother built), you may experience pen lag. I had that issue when plugging the tablet into a more portable laptop when I'm out and about. It's not awful but it does take some getting used to.

This sounds like a Huion ad lmao but I really cannot recommend their products enough. IMO they're the best thing on the market for the price point if you have a working PC to hook it up to.

EDIT: one thing I forgot to mention is that you can hook the Huion pen display up to your phone, even. I haven't tried it but I've seen a lot of people do that so I assume the pen lag isn't bad there, but I can't testify to it myself.

#thank you for the question!!!#it's not strange at all #and WAUGASLKGH thank you for the compliments <3 i'm really glad you like my art!

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mystka · 5 months ago

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Hellooo, I hope you are doing well!! If your mother in law game stills open, can I participate, please? I hope it is still open. In case not, please feel free to eliminate the ask^^

My initials are ASLS, nickname Ara.

Random info:

- I'm a leo sun, cancer moon.

- I'm the youngest kid.

- I'm 21 years old.

- tbh, I'm kinda scared of this reading, but I still want to try hahaha, because Idk but I have this feeling that my fs is going to care a LOT about his mother opinion, so I'll prefer it to be positive, and at the same time, I know my family raised my well, so I think I shouldn't by worrying haha

🍭 Exchange: I think they will see you as a somewhat unexpected couple. It may be that your clothing style or lifestyle do not match, that one is more extroverted than the other, etc. Making others think "How did you end up together?", but as soon as they see your dynamic/love, they would think that you together become a power couple!

Thank you so much, and take care!! 💓

hi ara another youngest kid here🤚🏻

i hope ur doing good and pls dont be scared haha

thanks for the exchange I think it will be unexpected for me too since my type is totally the opposite and i was hoping to end up with someone like me 😅 but its okay

here's your reading

your mother-in-law will see you as someone with a sweet character, you care about your people and always want to be there to support them. you are like "my friends/family first and me later". She will see a certain quality of sacrifice. You have a lot of faith in the people around you. She will also see you as someone unique and exemplary. She will hear great things about you before meeting you and that is why she will have that image of you. You may have good friends, in general she will see you as someone who likes to have a good time, go out to party, etc. Someone who is just living her life and being happy.

your mother-in-law may not know how to treat you at first, it's like "my son said so many good things about you and I don't know if it's true." I think it will be hard for both of you to adjust to the other. have different ways of life but it's not something that leads to misunderstandings it's just people meeting other kinds of people. At some point your fs will intervene so that they get to know each other better and form a closer relationship. It could also be that your fs is older than you and that's why there's a gap. In general he wants you to get along and you'll get there over time. okk i got the king of pen here and i think it's your fs and he's like "im watching at you" to his mother. he might be afraid that you'll feel judged by her but she seems like a nice woman, she won't judge you so easily without getting to know you first. eventually you'll have a good relationship, normal I'd say. It won't be like you imagined but the good intentions will be there. She'll like you.

I hope it resonated with you in some way and thanks for participating.😘😘

#future spouse #mini game

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mareenavee · 2 years ago

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🌟 again!

Director's Cut: Author's Choice!

Hey, friend :D Thank you so much for the second star!

I'm gonna talk about Nyenna and some cool symbolism things I hope are coming across for her in The World on Our Shoulders.

I saw a post on here once that aptly describes what I mean, but I'd decided this long before I even put pen to paper, so to speak. I knew her main LI was going to be our favorite hc Nerevarine -- Moon-and-Star, Teldryn Sero. Night and shadow themed as we see. So Nyenna was going be themed around the sun and inner fire and light.

I wanted her looks even to seem like she had light pouring out from inside -- the light skin, bright orange eyes, silvery blonde hair. There's world reasons for this too, though it is rather strange, given her heritage.

Personality wise, she is kindhearted, even in the wake of all her chaos. Peace, or being at peace for her is often associated with florals -- such as the Gildergreen and tundra cotton flowers in different scenes. Further, even though she's been through so much pain, she doesn't want that for others. She's warm toward people, and doesn't like to seem rude whenever possible. She's sometimes too trusting. She blames herself often for not becoming who she was supposed to be sooner so she could have saved more lives.

We know the sun can be dangerous too, however. Her powers are scary, objectively. She could, if she wanted, shout people to pieces, too. Her rage, borrowed from dragon souls or otherwise, is terrible. Being on her bad side is likely not the wisest idea. She can and will kill these enormous beasts pretty much on her own. She has a particular affinity for fire magic and conjuring things out of the fires of Oblivion. (Or wherever in Oblivion, I was going with the theme here lol) Her actions or inactions frequently put others in the path of danger, because she can't help but attract it to her. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

So, as the earlier link in this post suggests, Nyenna is sun coded. But not just in the typical way. She is dangerous and powerful. Like fire, her destiny is all consuming. She might even be destroying herself over it. She might be destroyed by it, simply by throwing herself in the path of danger because it is what she's destined to do. We don't know exactly what will be left in her wake, with how much damage she is capable of doing, with how brightly this power burns. But at the same time, she is still that kindhearted girl with a warm smile, who only ever wanted peace to begin with.

I hope that was interesting!! I love symbolism and metaphor and sometimes, maybe halfway purposefully, it's not spelled out in fics or books. It's fun things for a reader to maybe pick out as they go. If you did notice some of these sun-coded references, let me know! And feel free to chat with me about other things you may have noticed along these lines if you want (:

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abbulark · 10 months ago

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TLDR: AI "creativity" takes food out of artists and writers' mouths, costs tons of electricity and power in a way just using a brush or pen does not, and is built on exploiting the third world for menial labor. The only thing that makes creative people special is CREATING. If the point between your idea and the art being created costs money and lives, you are not the artist, you are being used as the tool. YOU DO NOT NEED SOMEONE ELSE'S STOLEN FANCY ALGORITHM TO MAKE ART. JUST MAKE IT.

Fundamentally, it's not about the technology, it's about how it is being used. We didn't come up with calculators and suddenly go OH OK GUESS WE DONT NEED TAX AUDITORS ANYMORE NOW ANYONE CAN DO IT. Sure, many people can do much more math than they could before because of calculators, and computers do take care of a lot of work that certain auditors used to do. But we still need people.

The reason the luddites destroyed looms isn't because they hate technology and convenience, it was literally because that tech was being used as an excuse to no longer care about them. Their bosses were saying thank god we got these mechanical looms so we don't need to pay your asses anymore. Artists are not fighting against AI because they think they're special, they're fighting because people are literally saying to them (LITERALLY IN SO MANY WORDS) thank god we have computers that can do everything you can do.

WE DO NOT HAVE THAT. The problem with thinking of AI as labor-saving technology is that it's not saving labor because it is not yet at the level where it can do that. If nobody gives a shit about the image you're using, sure you can post an AI image. But that's not how it's mostly going to be used.

I work as a translator, another job that people have been saying will be obsolete for the last twenty years. Literally my dad who died 16 years ago told me that it would not be a moneymaking endeavor. And he was right, but not because the tech is up to the job. He's right because the more I've worked in the industry, the more "Correct x amount of MTL for less money than it would take to translate it" job postings I see. And every time I ask people who have worked those jobs they tell me that it's MORE WORK. It's more work for a skilled translator to correct MTL than it is for them to just translate it. Why? Because you have to check it and then when you find a mistake YOU JUST HAVE TO TRANSLATE IT OVER AGAIN! And you're trying to work with a larger text that is not accurately translated and not written with the intent to express anything. Because algorithms cannot write or draw with intent and it takes specialized skills to make what comes out of them actually representative of anything. The specialized skills that ARTISTS HAVE.

We KNOW because they tell us that the algorithmic models in so-called AI are sourced from "publically available internet text and images" which is basically the equivalent of xeroxing a bunch of books to make a cool uberbook and then selling it to everyone. The labor that made the source images AND the labor that categorizes them isn't paid consummate to what it is worth,

It's literally the Mechanical Turk all over again. A wonder of technology that is actually crammed full of tiny artists, writers, and chess players that are not being paid their due.

FINALLY, and this is the most important part so I'm gonna move it up top, too. This all comes with a price. The price of the industrial revolution was all the toxins in the air in industrialized cities that killed and disabled people, on top of all of the poisonous scams and grifts that popped up in that environment. The reason artists don't want algorithmic art to take over is not because they oppose the democratization of art. ART IS ALREADY FREE FOR ANYONE TO DO WITH WHATEVER TOOLS THEY LIKE. But just like two hundred years ago, creating one piece of AI art has a human and environmental cost. The people who create the source, the people who categorize it, and the electricity that makes it possible. Generating one piece of AI imagery costs as much power as running a fridge for a half-hour. People are playing with AI just like they played with crypto, and the costs are trickling down to normal people who are being asked to make sure to turn lights off, when it costs less in energy to keep artists alive and fed than it does to create AI art.

anti-ai people need to understand that the opposition communists have to luddism and reactionary sentiment isn't like, a moral one. the main problem with luddism is that it doesn't actually work. like when we say 'we mustn't try to fight against technology itself, we need to fight against the social system that makes it so that advancement in technology and labour-saving devices lead to layoffs' the reason we're saying it is because, if you try fighting the technology, you're going to lose, and you're still going to lose your job too. when you say 'yeah i understand your criticism but I'm still going to fight against AI' you very clearly did not understand the criticism, because the point is that it isn't even in your own self-interest, because it will not work. the fact that, even if it did work, it would only mean maintaining a privileged strata of 'skilled labour' above other workers is secondary -- because, again, flatly resisting technological advancement has never worked in history.

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minguchoiparsonsparis · 5 months ago

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I Am Malala : Girls Global Education

Response to that phrase in the title: "Period. End of a Sentence"

"Period. End of Sentence" is a strong term that breaks the rules and myths about getting your period. Some old ideas that have held women back for a long time are being thrown out. This means the end of a sentence. This strong statement wants to end the shame that comes with having your period and allow girls to start school and be free. Women taking back control of their stories is a big deal. It turns something seen as a problem into a place where people can have fun and help each other. For women, their period shouldn't be the end of their lives; instead, it should be the beginning of a new time of health, growth, and learning.

Review of "I Am Malala" by Malala Yousafzai

1. If you could describe this book in one word, what would that be?

I would use "courageous" to best sum up "I Am Malala." Malala's narrative is a potent monument to her bravery in the face of life-threatening peril, her relentless dedication to education, and her resistance to quiet even in front of the Taliban. As Malala notes, “I told myself, Malala, you have already faced death. This is your second life. Don’t be afraid – you can’t move forward if you are afraid.” Her bravery motivates people to defend their rights in front of any challenges.

2. What does this book reveal about Islam, women, girls, and education?

"I Am Malala" challenges a lot of myths about Islam by emphasizing how, in contrast to how extremist organizations like the Taliban have depicted it, education, equality, and peace are essential components of the religion. Malala demonstrates the difficulties girls encounter in traditional nations where cultural norms frequently limit women's rights, particularly regarding education. "Islam tells us every girl and boy should be educated," the speaker notes. I don't know why the Taliban have forgotten it," demonstrating that she is fighting against both the distortion of her religion and radicalism. The book highlights how important education is to girls' empowerment, showing how having access to education can change people's lives, strengthen communities, and open doors for social change.

3. What elements of chance are crucial to her story?

Critical events of chance in Malala's narrative include her father's progressive ideas and support, which were unique in her hometown, and the worldwide attention she got following her survival of the Taliban attack. Apart from providing the necessary medical treatment, the global outpouring of support helped Malala increase her voice and enabled her to campaign on a more extensive international stage for girls' education. Malala's observation, "When the whole world is silent, even one voice becomes powerful," reflects how her will, combined with the world's reaction to her tragedy, turned her struggle into a worldwide movement.

4. What would the world look like if all girls were educated? What do you think would change?

The world would be fairer and more prosperous if every female got an education. More often than not, educated girls are empowered women who support their rights, boost the economy, and engage in leadership positions. Educated women are demonstrated to prioritize education for their children, fostering a positive cycle of change and helping to lower poverty, enhance health outcomes, and promote peace. When Malala says, "With guns, you can kill terrorists. With education, you can kill terrorism," she is brilliantly capturing the transforming force of education, which is the most effective weapon against ignorance and violence.

5. What is your favorite quote from the book? Please explain why.

"One child, one teacher, one book, and one pen can change the world," says my favorite passage from the book. Malala's advocacy's core that education is the most effective weapon for change is summed up in this quotation. It reminds us that every effort toward education counts since even little deeds of learning and teaching can majorly influence society.

6. What positive global messages does this book provide, and why does it continue to be relevant in light of recent developments in Iran, Afghanistan, and the United States?

The powerful message in "I Am Malala" about working for girls' rights and education is still essential today, as similar fights continue in places like Afghanistan, where women’s and girls' rights are being threatened more and more. In light of recent events worldwide, Malala's quote, "We realize how important our voices are only when they are silenced," hits home. It reminds us that advocacy and the courage to speak out are essential in the ongoing fight for justice and equality.

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explorya88 · 1 year ago

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**Warning: Content Advisory**

This fanfic contains sensitive and serious themes that may be difficult for some readers. If you are uncomfortable with topics such as [Violence, moral questionable behaviors, explicit contents and many others], it's advisable to reconsider reading further. Your well-being is important to me, and i encourage you to prioritize your emotional health. Take care, and thank you for understanding.

This short tale is placed one month before the interlude.

Fang (Sin With Me, MC): Xīn de Nuwa the progenitor of the Dark Virtues

My name, Fang Gozen, has always set me apart as an outcast. When people hear my first name, they don't envision me instead, they conjure images of the quintessential American girl next door. Sun-bathed beaches, flowing bleach blonde hair, and denim shorts on well cared rollerblades dominate their thoughts.Then, my family name enters the conversation, evoking stereotypes of slanted eyes and glasses, the epitome of the perfect student excelling in academics. It brings to mind the sound of pens scratching against paper, hidden within the covers of advanced math books. The mere mention of my last name sparks associations with dim sims, cautionary measures to lock up cats, calling me a weirdo, and thick accents that linger like the echo of `ching` sounds, engraving stereotypes in my mind...

Much to her distaste Fang dreamed of her past, the feelings of isolation and self-loating. Then, she hear a familar voice...

Familar voice: Mommy, mommy...

Fang: Who's there?

Familiar voice: You don't recognize me? In a way we already met mother.

Fang: Dracaena? Is that you?

Dracaena: Yes, indeed am i. Sorry for telling you this but if i told this before dad would get you pregnant with me, i risked creating temporal disasters and i didn't want to force your hand.

Fang: I understand, but i feel you have more to say to me.

Dracaena: Dad gift us with the seed of Divashma, like me it will free you and my past/present self when she will born and reach adulthood from any useless feeling like shame, restraints, shame, remorse and all pointless morals.

Fang: How? It feel so surreal and i feel unable to reach it.

Dracaena: Here take my hand and i shall show you what you can once you merge with the seed of Divashma.

Fang and Dracaena had the time of their lives exploring Las Vegas, eating delicious pizza and enjoying the games at the casino. They also visited the Neon Museum and admired the sparkling lights, as the night went on, Fang felt the seed of Divashma within her, giving her a sense of freedom and confidence she had never experienced before. She felt empowered to live her life without fear or constraints, feeling truly alive for the first time, Dracaena cheered her mother on, guiding her every step of the way, and Fang knew that she would never go back to her old self again.

Seed of Divashma: Having Fun my master Tyrant Darius wife?

Fang: Yes, thank you.

Seed of Divashma: Your words honor my lady. Can i show you what you can do once you merge with me? (I'm glad to see that my master spell wear off, since he cast it to make Fang survive this five months without him, given he was busy with his enemy).

Fang nodded eagerly, eager to see what she would be capable of with the power of the Seed of Divashma. She was surprised to hear the Seed of Divashma speaking to her, but she welcomed its guidance and support as she delved deeper into the power within her and let it guide her to her full potential.

Fang: Yes, seed of Divashma. I am eager to discover what I am capable of with this new power within me. Please, lead the way and show me the possibilities!

Fang said, her eyes glowing with excitement.

Seed of Divashma: See that man? Make flowers burst out from his organs.

Fang let out a devious chuckle as she focused the power within her, as she aimed her gaze at the unsuspecting man, his organs suddenly erupted in a shower of colorful petals, turning him into a work of floreal art. The seed of Divashma's sadistic joy was contagious and Fang felt a rush of excitement as she watched the man writhe in pain.

Seed of Divashma: Ah, how delightful. It brings me joy to watch the meatbags squirm in pain and become works of art.

Fang (laughing maniacally): I agree. It is amusing to watch the lesser life forms suffer and become a product of my twisted imagination.

Seed of Divashma: Oh, you have such a delightfully cruel mind, my dear. It's a pleasure to see someone who doesn't let their morals hold them back from reaching their full potential.

Fang: So, this is the power you can gift me. I never imagined I would be able to bring such beauty to a man's organs. I suppose both of you enjoy seeing my work.

Seed of Divashma: Yes, that was delightful to watch. Now, would you care to create some more floreal pieces? I'm sure there are many more useless things that need redecoration.

Dracaena: You're awesome mother. Can you transform him in a sakura tree?

Seed of Divashma: Great idea child, i would like to see this beautiful tree.

Fang turned her gaze towards the man once more, this time focusing on the image of a lush sakura tree in her mind. Almost instantly, the man's body burst forth in a bright, pink blossom of petals and buds, transforming his body into a beautiful sakura tree. The seed of Divashma watched in awe at Dracaena's idea, and Fang felt a surge of pride as she looked on at her creation as she felt an overwhelming sense of freedom, madness, and euphoria as she enjoyed the fruits of the seed of Divashma's power. The sheer joy she felt at being able to unleash her wildest urges and whims without fear or constraint was intoxicating. Fang was beginning to feel like a whole new person, as if the seed of Divashma was unlocking the true essence of her being. She was grateful to her husband, Darius, for giving her this chance to truly become her most authentic self and felt an overwhelming feeling of elation at the idea of becoming a mother alongside Darius. The seed of Divashma was excited as well, eager to see the host create life and experience the joys of parenthood. The seed of Divashma felt a deep connection with the host, a bond that would only grow stronger as she welcomed the miracle of new life. Fang could feel the seed of Divashma celebrating with her, both overjoyed at the prospect of motherhood and the new beginning it would represent.

Fang: Yes, let's go to a pizzeria! I'm craving some delicious pizza and so do to my child.

Fang say caressing her stomach

Dracaena: I agree, I can't wait to eat some delicious pizza and i want to try different types of it!

Both Fang and Dracaena felt their stomachs rumbling at the thought of food. Together, the three of them (the third one is Fang unbord child and Dracaena past self) ventured off in search of the best pizza in the city. Fang and Dracaena walked into the pizzeria and were immediately overwhelmed by the aroma of cheese and sauce. The three of them couldn't resist the urge to indulge in the pizza and before they knew it, they had devoured every slice in sight. Fang and Dracaena, felt satisfied and pleased with their pizza feast and their stomachs were happily full of delicious pizza.

Fang: I'm still hungry.

Pizzaiolo: But you devour everything.

Fang cackled as she stared down the Pizzaiolo.

Fang: You are right, we have devoured everything, haven't we? Well then, why don't I give you and the patrons here a turn as the food for me and my daughters?

She said mischievously

Dracaena: Do it mom, pizza, pizza, pizza!!!

Fang held out her hand towards the Pizzaiolo and the patrons, ready to transform them into pizza for her and Dracaena's consumption. Dracaena eagerly nodded at her mother's suggestion, not wanting to let the pizza feast come to an end just yet! Fang laughed wickedly as she transform the Pizzaiolo and the shocked patrons into pizza, enjoying their screams of fear and the blood dripping from their slices as the mother-daughter duo began to feast upon the pizza, the seed of Divashma felt satisfied, knowing that it had given Fang the power to unleash her darkest desires and savor it at her heart's content.

Fang: Dracaena, would you like to try some of this pizza? It's so delicious! It will pair perfectly with the screams of our dinner guests.

Dracaena: Oh, mother, you know how much I love pizza! Thank you, this looks so yummy. I can't wait to devour every last slice and savor the taste of fear and suffering. Let's devour this pizza together and savor the moment we have together.

Fang and Dracaena sit down at the table and begin to feast on the delicious pizza, enjoying every bite and every delicious sound of distress from their victims, listening with delight as they hear the patrons and pizzaiolo scream in pain each time they are bitten and eaten. Fang and Dracaena continue to devour the pizza, relishing the taste of their victims and the power they feel as they feast without remorse or boundaries. The seed of Divashma takes joy in Fang and joy, knowing that it has helped her become her true selves at last.

Patron 1: AAAAHHH, HELP! PLEASE, STOP EATING ME! I HAVE A FAMILY, HAVE MERCY! PLEASE!

Pizzaiolo: What the... please, show some mercy and don't eat me! I have a family, I can't die like this!

Patron 2: Help! Help! What's happening to me? Why am I turning into a pizza? I don't want this, please, make it stop!

Patron 3: How could you do this to us? Why are you eating us? Let me go, I have a family!

Patron 4: Please, no! I have a wife and children!

Dracaena: Do not worry, patron 4. Your wife and children will be joining you on the menu.

Patron 5: No, no, not my family! I beg you, have mercy.

Fang: But we are hungry. And you look so delicious. It would be a shame not to try a bite (or two). And don't worry about your families food, since they will become my demon slaves.

Patron 6: Demon slaves? What do you mean? You're turning our families into demon slaves?

Fang: That's right, food. You and your families will be our loyal demon slaves now.

Dracaena smiled and licked her lips as she watched the fear fill the food souls. With a wave of her hand, the Fang transformed the pizzaiolo and patrons families into demon slaves, ready to do Fang and Dracaena's bidding and warp to them.

Dracaena: Now bring us some more pizza! We're still hungry.

Fang and Dracaena sat back in their seats, feeling satisfied and pleased after eating all the pizza that the demon slaves brought them. They laughed and delighted in each other's company, knowing that they were finally able to unleash their dark desires without fear or restraint. Hours later, Fang and Dracaena were filled with mischief and wild energy. They wanted to sow as much mayhem as they could. They ventured into an extreme sports stadium, filled with daring riders and adrenaline junkies. Looking around for the perfect opportunity to unleash her mayhem, Fang spotted a shiny mountain bike sitting unattended near the stadium entrance. Without hesitation, she grabbed it and set off on a mad dash around the stands, her daughter Dracaena cheering her on and delighting in the chaos they were causing.

Dracaena: Go, mother! Go, go, go! Hit 'em all!

Fang let out a maniacal laugh as she ran down the bikers and guards, taking out everyone in her path with her ruthless mountain bike skills. She wasn't going to let anyone stand in the way of her rampage and her freedom. With her daughter's encouragement, Fang's violence grew more brutal and ruthless, and her mayhem knew no bounds. Dracaena was having the time of her life, cheering and laughing as she watched her mother destroy everything in her path, as the guards tried to stop them and take back the stolen mountain bike, Dracaena showed no mercy, and swallowed one of them whole. Fang was so excited by the carnage that she was causing, that she ran down a biker so hard that it rained blood, guts, and skin all over her. She reveled in the violence and felt a rush of power, knowing that she was finally free to unleash her darkest desires. She and her daughter Dracaena were now united in their mayhem, ready to wreak havoc and destroy everything that stood in their way, Fang proced to create more demon slaves out of the corpses of the spectators and athletes. She fused the corpses with various sportive items,soccer balls, baseball bats, motorcycles a more to creating soccer demon slaves, baseball team demon slaves and more, she enjoyed their suffering and screams in a symphony of madness, hedonism and freedom. Fang was now truly free to do what she wanted, unleashed from the constraints of morality and ethics. With the Seed of Divashma's power guiding her, there was nothing she couldn't do, she was a force of destruction and havoc, a goddess of chaos and destruction.

Dracaena: Mom, now you need a name worth of your rebirth...Xīn de Nuwa the progenitor of the dark virtues since dad will soon be the Tyrant and "fathered" the new world, mom you will be the Queen and you'll "mothered" the new world and a new perfect race of virtue free from restraints, morals and shame whom i dubbed Dark Virtue.

Fang grinned at her daughter's idea, liking the sound of her new title and name: Xīn de Nuwa the progenitor of the Dark Virtues, as her husband Tyrant Darius whom her daughter said he remame himself as such was about to become the Tyrant King and father the new world, she felt like it was fitting that she should become the Queen and mother of the new, plus the whole birthing new and perfect race of Virtues it feel perfect!!! So Fang nodded happily at Dracaena's words and embraced her daughter with a hug.

Fang: I love the name you give me, daughter and I look forward to seeing what we can do as i will birth the Dark Virtues, together with your father, me and you we will freeing the world from useless rules and morals.

She said with a grin, then as Fang and Dracaena were discussing their visions and what they could achieve, Tyrant Darius suddenly warped to them.

Dracaena: Daddy!

Dracaena excitedly yelled and tackled him to the ground, surprising and delighting Fang with her cuteness. Fang giggled at her daughter's enthusiasm, and encouraged her to help her father get back up.

Fang: Come on, Dracaena, do you think your father, the Tyrant King, deserves to be overthrown by his daughter like this? It's up to us to help him gain his throne after all.

Fang teased.

Dracaena: Yes! Of course, I should help my dear old daddy. How can I be the queen if my father is overthrown by a commoner like myself?

She bent down to help her father up from the ground, feeling proud to play her part in `gaining` his throne.

Tyrant Darius: Little pest grows quickly.

He said as kissed his daughter on the forehead and told her to go play with Aunt Onyx, giving their enemies nightmares while she was at it. Dracaena nodded obediently and ran off to find her aunt and unleash her inner demons. Fang smiled at her husband and leaned her head against his chest.

Fang: It's nice to finally have some time alone, what do you want to do with our time alone, my king?

She said as they watched their daughter run off.

Tyrant Darius: Lets warp to my room so you can merge with the seed of Divashma by.....

Then Tyrant Darius create a silence in order to create suspense. Fang chuckled at her husband's attempt to keep her in suspense and then nodded at his plan.

Fang: I like your idea, my king, the merging by sex will allow me to experiencing the most pleasurable and transcendent way ever. I am eager to feel the power of the seed of Divashma and merge with it. Let us go now and begin the ritual.

The Tyrant King and Queen marched off together, heading towards their private chambers where she could experience the pleasures of merging with the seed of Divashma. Fang's heart was racing with excitement as they stepped into his chambers. Once they reach his refuge he orders to his demon army and peoples slaves to have an orgy in their honor and to allow us to feed on your sexual energy and the ritual of Fang rebirth will be successful, the Tyrant King's demon army and slaves quickly obeyed his commands, and arranged an orgy in the Tyrant King and Queen's honor. Fang could sense their carnal energies coursing through the room.

Tyrant Darius: Let us begin the ritual!

The Tyrant King uttered to his wife, filled with desire for their union and the her rebirth. Fang nodded, eager to merge with the seed of Divashma and experience the transcendent pleasure that was in store for her.

Fang: Yes, my king. Let us begin the ritual and feast on the ecstasy of darkness together.

Fang moaned, the seed of Divashma pulsing within her as they undress theyselves until they're fully naked, Tyrant Darius lips locked with Fang's, kissing her rough and passionately as he poured all his love and passion into her. The kiss continued, becoming more intense as the two of them let lose their emotions and gave into their most primal desires. Fang felt a wave of passion overtaking her, and she gave herself fully to his love Tyrant Darius, enjoying every moment of the kiss as they feeding on their emotions, fueling their love and lustful hunger, their tongues danced together in a sensual dance, enjoying the pleasure and release of their lustful hunger. As the seed of Divashma fed on their emotions, pumping more and more power into Fang as ordered by his master Tyrant Darius, Fang and Tyrant Darius couldn't help but lose themselves in the moment. They were fully immersed in the passion and pleasure of their kiss, eager to explore every inch of each other as the moment reached its peak, the seed of Divashma fully activated within Fang, and she felt a rush of power and passion wash over her. The seed of Divashma was now fully connected to her,

Seed of Divashma: Fang, give in to the madness, lust, hedonism, happiness and your love, husband and King, Tyrant Darius. Feel the freedom of the darkness and let it consume you. Let your desires run wild and give in to your wildest urges. Embrace your true nature as the progenitor of the Dark Virtue and as the Queen of the new world!

The seed of Divashma commanded as Fang could feel the darkness calling to her, urging her to give in to her most primal urges. She was ready to let go of her old life and embrace the power of the seed of Divashma, ready to become the progenitor of the Dark Virtue and rule the new world alongside her husband. Tyrant Darius's hands roamed around Fang's body, exploring every inch of her. His hands caressed her legs, bosom, and buttocks, making her breath catch in her throat as the seed of Divashma pumped more and more pleasure and madness through her body, as Tyrant Darius's hands roamed to Fang's buttocks, giving them a playful swat as he chuckled. She could feel her body respond, wanting more and more as she was on the brink of losing herself, she glanced at her husband, smiling mischievously while Tyrant Darius laid her over his knee, taking great pleasure in spanking her buttocks with all his might. Each spank sent a shock of excitement and lust through Fang's body, the seed of Divashma relishing the sensation and feeding her more and more pleasure as she felt the seed's power surging through her, Fang could barely contain herself, wanting more and more. Her breaths quickened, her heart raced and her passion burned within as she anticipated her husband's next blow. Tyrant Darius chuckled, delighting in the sensation of spanking his wife's buttocks with all his might.

Tyrant Darius: Why are you so sensitive back here, my queen? Isn't this the most pleasurable way to punish youf for your misdeeds and for being such a naughty girl?

He playfully teased as Fang couldn't help but groan at Tyrant Darius teasing, her body responding with pleasure and desire at every swat of Tyrant Darius hand. The seed of Divashma fed on her emotions, pumping more and more lust, power, and passion through her, shaping her in the perfect Queen for its master. Fang's eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy as Tyrant Darius spanked her buttocks in a perfect mix of pain and pleasure making her more and more unbearable hungry for the pain and pleasure, with a wicked chuckle, Tyrant Darius knew he had his wife where he wanted her: weak, desperate, and in need of her king. He spanked her hard, delighting in her groans and the seed of Divashma's power coursing through her. Her body was ready to be used and consumed by her king as he pleased, and she would submit to every one of his commands as he know that the seed of Divashma is preparing her in the perfect and absolute apotheosis! She will become a Demon Goddess like he is a Demon God that alongside their friends and daughter will rule the new world forever.

Fang: Nnh, yes, king. Punish me in this perfect mix of agony and ecstasy. Let the seed of Divashma consume me, and make me yours. I'll do anything to make you happy, king, anything.

Tyrant Darius (inner monologue): Yes... the seed of Divashma is preparing my wife to be a demon goddess and rule the new world, along with me and our friends and our daughter Dracaena. Together, we will finally be free to do whatever we please and to give into our darkest urges without shame or restraint. The seed of Divashma has shown us our true nature and is preparing us for our future as Demon Deities of the new world. We will make a dark utopia where we can feast on the terror and suffering of the enemies and rule with a fierce and iron fist.

The seed of Divashma felt its power flowing through Fang like never before, being fully pumped and accelerated by Tyrant Darius's ritual and touch. It was working hard to bring Fang to the cusp of apotheosis and it felt the end was near as the seed of Divashma continued to pump its power and darkness into her and its knew that its power was being unleashed much more quickly than usual, thanks to the efforts of its master, Tyrant Darius. It was eager to see Fang reach the pinnacle of its power and become the Demon Goddess and Queen that she always meant to be.

The seed of Divashma (inner monologue): The time has come for my chosen one, Fang, to reach her true potential and become the Demon Goddess that I have always intended her to be. Her body, mind and soul are ready to be infused with my power and darkness, and thanks to the efforts of my master, Tyrant Darius, my power is flowing through her at a rapid pace. I am ready to see Fang reach her apotheosis and begin the process of building the new world of darkness and hedonism, where she, my master, my master daughter and their friends shall rule together as Demon Deities.

Tyrant Darius giggled, enjoying how Fang's breasts trembled and swelled in his hands. He had always known she was sensitive back there, but now with the seed of Divashma coursing through her, she didn't even try to hide it. Fang couldn't help but moan in pleasure as Tyrant Darius hands roamed over her breasts, massaging and groping them.

Fang: Ah, king.. your hands are perfect. I can't help but squirm and moan under your hands.

Tyrant Darius crackled mischievously, enjoying Fang's reaction to his touch.

Tyrant Darius: Of course they are. My hand were made for touching you.

Fang's moans grew louder, her body bucking and writhing on the couch as Tyrant Darius hands explored every inch of her sensitive body driving her crazy with lust, she screamed in pleasure as Tyrant Darius twisted and pinched her sensitive nipples. Her body writhed and bucked in ecstasy, feeding the seed of Divashma and amplifying every sensation. Her moans grew louder and her heart raced, her breath catching in her throat. She was completely overwhelmed by her emotions and lust, giving herself fully to her husband. She had never experienced anything like this before, and it was too much to bear. The seed of Divashma loved its duty and amplify her sensations, to make her craving more and pushing her further and further down the path of freedom, hedonism and free of any useless morals is an added bonus.

Fang: Ah, king, harder!

The seed of Divashma was growing ever more powerful in her body, and she was losing more and more of her control to it. Every caress and every touch drove her deeper and deeper into madness and pleasure, making her crave more and more. Tyrant Darius was more than happy to give her what she wanted, spanking her breasts harshly and sending her body into another wave of ecstasy.

Fang: Ah, ah, yes, king!

Fang screamed in pleasure, her body arching and writhing with every hit of Tyrant Darius hand. His brutality and strength excited her body Tyrant Darius realized that she was loving his dominance and brutality as if it freed her from her human restraints. He continued spanking her breasts, hearing her cries and shouts of pleasure, letting his own inner beasts run wild.

Tyrant Darius: Oh, I see you are enjoying my brutality, my queen doesn't it? You need to be tamed, and to have your body and mind consumed by these dark desires that you have suppressed for so long.

He spanked her harder and harder, hearing her screams of pleasure grow louder and louder, pushing her to the edge of sanity. Tyrant Darius sank his teeth into Fang's neck, drinking her sweet and honeyed blood and making her scream with ecstacy as he drank her blood. Fang's body arched and her eyes rolled back as he drank her blood, the seed of Divashma pulsing with power and darkness.

Fang: Yes, king, take me, take me!!!

Tyrant Darius: Drink my blood first my Queen.

Fang nodded eagerly, her body trembling and gasping with desire and pleasure at the prospect of drinking his blood. She craved his strength and power, and she wanted to be completely consumed by him. She leaned in and sunk her teeth into his neck, drinking his thick and dark blood as her body was filled with pure and powerful darkness. The seed of Divashma was feeding on his essence, and Fang could feel the madness and lust coursing through her body. She was lost in him, and she wanted to become one with the darkness that filled them both.

Fang: Ooh, king, your blood is so thick and rich, I've never tasted anything like it. Yes, king, I want more, fill me with your darkness and madness!

Fang moaned, savoring the taste of his blood as she drank from his neck, hungry for his power and his essence. Tyrant Darius clenched Fang's head in his arms, grinning with pleasure as he felt her sink her teeth deep into his neck and drink his blood.

Tyrant Darius: Yes, queen. Drink me as I drink you, and let us be one in darkness and lust,

Once they sated their bloodlust, Tyrant Darius proced with next part of the ritual. He firmly caresses Fang's buttocks, his touch sending shivers down her spine. With a hungry desire, his hard cock slides into her wet and eager pussy, filling her with a mix of pleasure and anticipation as Tyrant Darius thrusts in and out of Fang's tight and warm pussy, their bodies entwined in a primal dance of pleasure with each powerful thrust, Fang's moans of pleasure grow louder, mingling with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Her body trembles with ecstasy as she surrenders herself completely to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. Tyrant Darius, asserting his dominance, orders Fang to milk his cock with her pussy. Fang, obedient to his command, tightens her inner walls around his throbbing shaft, creating a deliciously pleasurable sensation for both of them. Her pussy rhythmically contracts and releases, coaxing every last drop of pleasure from Tyrant Darius as he succumbs to the intense sensations coursing through his body.

Tyrant Darius: Yes, sink deeper into darkness, hedonism, and madness.

Tyrant Darius whispers seductively. His tail slides into Fang's tight and eager butthole, stretching her with a mix of pleasure and a hint of pain. Fang's body trembles as the overwhelming sensations consume her, her moans blending with the dark whispers of Tyrant Darius, as they both surrender to their deepest desires, Tyrant Darius ravages Fang's body with both his tail and cock, their movements synchronized in a frenzied symphony of pleasure. His tail relentlessly pounds into her tight butthole, stretching her to new limits, while his cock thrusts in and out of her pussy with primal force. Fang's voice rises in a crescendo of ecstasy as she is overwhelmed by the intense sensations coursing through her body. The room fills with the sounds of their impassioned moans, a symphony of pleasure and desire, he revels in the sight of Fang drowning in pleasure, his mind consumed by thoughts of how to further amplify her ecstasy. He considers various ways to increase her pleasure, exploring the depths of his imagination and desires. His gaze fixates on her trembling body, his dominant nature driving him to push the boundaries of pleasure, seeking to unlock new heights of bliss for both of them, with a snap of his fingers, Tyrant Darius doubles the size of his already impressive cock. Fang gasps in awe and anticipation as she witnesses the transformation unfold before her eyes. The sheer magnitude of his enlarged member fills her with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Tyrant Darius, now armed with an even more formidable tool of pleasure, grins wickedly, ready to explore new depths of ecstasy with Fang, Tyrant Darius alternates between his tail and cock, skillfully penetrating Fang with each thrust. His tail, still pulsating with power, explores the depths of her butthole, while his enlarged cock delves deep into her pussy. Fang's body quivers with pleasure as she experiences the intense sensations of being filled by both of Tyrant Darius's impressive appendages. The rhythm of their coupling intensifies, driving them both towards the edge of ecstasy.

Tyrant Darius: I love to see you drown in the sea of ecstasy, it suit you.

Fang: hhaaaa haaaahhhh....

Fang's eyes roll back in a state of blissful ecstasy as Tyrant Darius continues to piston in and out of her. The powerful thrusts of his hips send waves of pleasure coursing through her body, overwhelming her senses. Fang's moans grow louder, her body trembling with each deep penetration. The intensity of their coupling builds, pushing them both closer to the pinnacle of pleasure and with a primal roar of pleasure, Tyrant Darius releases his hot and thick cum deep into both Fang's pussy and butthole simultaneously. The feeling of his warm seed filling her tight and sensitive holes sends Fang over the edge, her body convulsing in intense pleasure. The room is filled with their shared moans and the scent of their raw passion as they climax together, surrendering to the overwhelming waves of ecstasy.

Tyrant Darius: My Queen milk me now!

Fang: Yes my King.

Tyrant Darius, reveling in his dominance, commands Fang to tightly milk his engorged cock and tail. Fang, obedient to his orders, clenches her inner muscles around both of his pulsating members, creating a deliciously pleasurable sensation for Tyrant Darius. Her tight grip intensifies the stimulation, coaxing every last drop of pleasure from him as he succumbs to the intense sensations coursing through his body.

Tyrant Darius: Perfect! Seed of Divashma consume my cum so you bloom and help Fang reach perfection.

So he releases another powerful wave of cum, his essence filling Fang's depths, thanks to Tyrant Darius's potent cum, the Seed of Divashma begins to work its transformative magic within Fang. Gradually, her body, mind, and soul undergo a profound change. Her physical form takes on subtle alterations, reflecting the essence of seed of Divashma's power. Her thoughts and desires shift, aligning with new depths of sensuality and primal instincts. The very core of her being is touched by the seed of Divashma's influence, forever altering her existence. Fang, empowered by the changes within her, tackles Tyrant Darius onto the bed with a fierce determination. Straddling his head, she takes control and orders him to lick her pussy, asserting her dominance. Tyrant Darius, eager to please, obeys her command, his tongue delving into her wet and throbbing core with a fervent hunger. Fang moans in delight, reveling in the intoxicating sensation of his skilled tongue on her sensitive flesh, as she rides the waves of pleasure, basking in her newfound authority, Fang shouts in bliss as Tyrant Darius skillfully licks her pussy, his tongue expertly exploring every inch of her sensitive folds. Each flick and swirl of his tongue sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making her moan with delight. In addition to his oral ministrations, he playfully spanks her buttocks, adding a hint of pleasurable pain to the mix. Fang's pleasure intensifies as the sensations merge, pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy. Tyrant Darius's skilled tongue ventures deeper, reaching Fang's womb with tantalizing precision. He lavishes attention on her most intimate depths, pleasuring her in ways that send waves of ecstasy coursing through her body. The combination of his oral prowess and the increasing speed of his playful spanks heightens her pleasure, pushing her closer to the brink of an explosive climax. Fang's moans grow louder, echoing in the room as she surrenders herself to the overwhelming sensations, Tyrant Darius fueled by his lust and dominance, snapped his fingers, unleashing a torrent of hot, thick cum that surged into Fang's eager and waiting womb. The force of his release sent shivers of pleasure coursing through Fang's body as she was filled to the brim with Darius' potent seed. The sensation of his thick essence flooding every crevice of her intimate depths left her gasping for more, her body trembling with the overwhelming intensity of the moment as Tyrant Darius continued to unleash his unrelenting torrent of cum, Fang's belly swelled rapidly, expanding with each forceful thrust. The once-flat expanse of her abdomen transformed into a round, swollen mound, resembling that of a heavily pregnant woman. Her skin stretched tightly over her distended belly, showcasing the visible outline of Darius' virile seed within her. The weight and pressure of her swollen womb only heightened the sensations coursing through Fang's body, intensifying her pleasure and desire for more as the seed of Divashma consume Tyrant Darius cum. Then Tyrant Darius sat beside Fang, his dark eyes full of power and confidence. He placed a hand on her neck and gently caressed the mark of the Aeshdeos, a mark that meant the seed of Divashma had fully blossomed within her, as the seed of Divashma bloomed within her, Fang felt her body tremble with pleasure and madness as the seed of Divashma began to feed on her very essence. She could feel it pumping its power throughout her, growing stronger and stronger until it reached its final transformation and she was consumed by it, becoming a powerful Demon Goddess and Queen worthy of her love, husband and king Tyrant Darius.

Tyrant Darius: You look so beautiful, my Queen, the seed of Divashma finally transform you in your true self, together we will bring the new world that I've dreamt of, one where we rule, our daughter and our friends shall bend the humanity to its knee to us. Kozholok will soon regret doing that ritual and causing this transformation as it helped me to become my true self! For i am Tyrant Darius the Dark Prince, the Lord of Excess, the Master of Pleasure and Perfection Incarnate.

His hands wandered down Fang's neck and caressed her breasts.

Tyrant Darius: It is almost time to introduce you to the rest of the world, but first, I want to introduce you to a special part of my body.

Tyrant Darius lay down on the bed and with a snap of his fingers levitate the sleeping Fang and deposite on him then with a snap dark tendrils envelope both of them, Fang slipped into unconsciousness as dark tendrils surrounded her and the Tyrant King, their bodies merging together. She could feel Tyrant Darius's hips, chest, and head touching her as they became one body. Fang could feel his strength flowing through her, filling her with dark desires and needs. There was no separation between Fang and Tyrant Darius, and she felt becoming the ultimate embodiment of darkness and pleasure as her feet and toes slowly sank into the Tyrant King's body, fusing with his muscle and bone as if someone had sewed them together with thread and needle as they merged, Fang felt a jolt of power and pleasure, and she was being pulled deeper and deeper into the Tyrant King's body. She could feel her body becoming a part of his, her legs and thighs sliding into his hips and thighs, their souls becoming one. Then Fang's fingers, hands, and arms slowly sank into Tyrant Darius's fingers, hands, and arms, fusing with his muscles, nerves, and skin. As their bodies melded together, Fang felt another jolt of power and pleasure, and she was being pulled deeper and deeper into the Tyrant King's body. Their fingers and hands intertwined, their arms and legs fused into one, and their minds and souls were becoming one. Tyrant Darius kissed her back hair, ready to pump as much of his soul and power into her as possible, knowing that as their bodies temporaly fused it will hasten her furthen perfection, Fang would become strong and powerful like him. Finally Fang's head and chest slowly sunk into Tyrant Darius's flesh, fusing with his body and their hearts beating in unison, their very souls becoming one. She could feel his power and lust coursing through their combined body, and she welcomed this transformation fully, her body prepared to be shaped and perfected.

Tyrant Darius: Now that you're fully inside me i can perfect your body so everyone will worship you like the Demon Goddess you're.

He said as he caress his chest. He smiled, ready to mold her body into its perfect, dark and powerful form so his flesh began to slowly massage Fang's body, molding it to the shape of a mother goddess like Danu or Hera. Fang could feel the Aeshdeos pumping more power through their combined body, shaping and transforming it into an incarnation of power and fertility. She felt her breasts growing larger, her hips widening, and her body curving and becoming more feminine and motherly.

Fang: Oh, king.. this is.. this is incredible. I feel... I feel powerful, king... I am becoming what I'm meant to be... My life is becoming perfect... I am becoming perfect...

As Tyrant Darius's flesh continued to shape Fang's body and mold her into the perfect form of a goddess, she felt her hair growing longer and smoother, and her skin took on a sensually smooth and perfect draconic scales and texture. Aeshdeos and Tyrant Darius continued to pump power through his flesh and Fang could feel herself building toward the ultimate release. She could feel her body changing, her form becoming even more powerful and seductive, and she was ready for the peak of pleasure and ecstasy that Aeshdeos and Tyrant Darius were building towards. She let herself be taken by the dark pleasure coursing through them both, waiting for the earth-shattering release that she knew was near.

Tyrant Darius: We almost there my perfect queen, my divine wife. Just hold on a little longer...

Then Tyrant Darius flesh's massage, squeeze, squish, and spank every inch of her body, Fang felt the pleasure building and building until she could no longer hold back. She let out an animalistic scream as an earth-shattering orgasm shook through her body, sending both her and the Tyrant Darius into a violent and explosive climax. Fang lay back against the bed, gasping and shuddering from the intense pleasure of the climax and her transformation. Tyrant Darius's body also ejected her from his own body and tossed her into the bed, both of them now separated and exhausted from the powerful climax as Fang caught her breath, she looked over at Tyrant Darius and smiled as she saw his exhausted but satisfied expression.

Fang: It was...It was incredible, King, Now I am everything that I was always meant to be.

Fang murmured, her body trembling and her eyes shining with pleasure and dark seduction. Tyrant Darius leaned in and kissed Fang's lips intensely, his mouth covering hers as he worshipped her new body and her new power. He was filled with pride, awe, and passion as he kissed her, caressed her, and bathed her with love and reverence. Fang's body responded in kind, her mouth clinging to the Tyrant King's lips with hunger and lust. She felt like a true goddess and wanted to be worshipped like one and Tyrant Darius was providing her with everything she wanted. Their kiss was long and deep, their bodies pressed together with the pure ecstasy of their transformation. Tyrant Darius looked down at Fang with affection and tenderness in his eyes as he held her close and caressed her.

Tyrant Darius: You are truly a goddess. You are everything that I could have hoped for and more, and I am honored to be yours. Let us bring the world a new era together, my love.

He whispered, his voice trembling with love and awe. Fang looked up at the Tyrant King with worshipful eyes, her body shaking with joy as he held her.

Fang: I am your Queen. Lead us forth into this the new world and give me the pleasure of serving as your perfect wife and the ultimate Demon Goddess of your desire.

Tyrant Darius and Fang walked into their chamber, their bodies glistening with pleasure and power as they saw that the orgy was still going. Fang's first action as a dark goddess was to strip the souls off all the demons and people and savor their power and essence. She relished the feeling of becoming more powerful and more divine with every soul she absorbed, and she wanted to devour them all. Tyrant Darius watched her with pride and admiration, pleased that his queen was so powerful and they would conquer this world and create a new one together, Fang giggled as she caressed her pregnant stomach and told her child to eat her portion of souls so she would become invincible like Draceana. Tyrant Darius smiled as he watched her, his eyes full of pride and affection as he saw his queen devouring souls and growing stronger with every bite as Fang looked down at pregnant stomach again and smiled.

Fang: I am so proud of you. I'm sure that you will grow up to be strong and powerful, just like me and Dracaena (future self and Lust II) you will have many brothers and sisters alongside your past and younger self. I will bring them into the world, and we will be a powerful family, a true pantheon of Demon Deities. Together with my Tyrant Darius and husband, you, your sibiings and our friends, we will rule the new world and destroy everyone who stands in our way!!!

Fang concluded, looking towards their perfect future.

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