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Hey, I was wondering if you could write something about the fact that the reader has been James's partner for 5 years, and while they are at their friend's birthday party they argue over silly things but they both take it to heart, so the reader decides to make James jealous with x man (nothing too far-fetched) then James gets really upset and takes the reader to his house and they have rough sex (where James takes out his annoyance on the reader) And by the way, let it end with some good ending.

I imagined this scenario with James 1998, when he becomes beefier 🤭.

thank u anon, I shall say the word "beefier" on a daily basis now.

╰┈➤“𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾

𝒀𝑶𝑼'𝑹𝑬 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬 .ᐣ„ ๋࣭⭑

‘98!James Hetfield x Reader

Contains smut.

Hand in hand, James and I carefully step into the bar that we were told to go to by his bandmate Kirk and his wife Lani, finding all of our friends and some faces we haven’t recognized yet all gathered around the bar to celebrate the guitarist’s wife’s 27th birthday.

Smiles are on everyone’s face while I release James’ hand in order to pull Lani into a warm embrace, “Happy birthday!” I congratulate her, pecking her cheek and stepping back, watching as James congratulate her as well.

Kirk stood by her side with an even wider smile than I usually see on him daily, it warms my heart to see how many love he have as his eyes stays on Lani, seemingly mesmerized by her.

James and I stood back with the others as someone brings in Lani’s birthday cake, I feel his arm around me as he kiss my head, making me lean against him as we watch her make a wish and blow the candles.

Then, Kirk wrap his arms around her and kiss her passionately before exclaiming to the crowd, “Happy birthday to this amazing wife of mine!!” His cheeky smile spreads to Lani’s own face as everyone cheer.

I watch the look they share with each other, my eyes slowly falling to the wedding rings on their fingers.. then to my own empty finger.

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot of how Kirk and Lani had only been dating each other for one year only, yet they have already gotten married not long ago in January.

I can’t help but compare the both of them and their marriage to my five year relationship with James.

We’ve been together for so long, yet only ever keeping things as boyfriend and girlfriend. Sure, maybe it means he’s extremely loyal. But is it wrong if I just want to make things even more serious with him? I only ever wanted to be tied to him by an unbreakable vow and strengthen our love.

James and I sit down with the rest, drinking. My eyes slowly gaze upon him, the smile on his face as someone make a crappy joke. I feel the need to try to talk about it to him, finding the couple in front of us as a perfect topic starter.

I wait patiently for the perfect moment, clearing my throat as he drink. “Hey, James?” I slowly call out to him. His blue eyes look over at me and he grin, “Yea, baby?” He place the glass of drink back down on the table.

Taking deep breaths, I slowly speak. “So.. Kirk and Lani make a pretty couple, right..? Can’t believe they’re already 11 months into marriage.”

“Yeah, but eh that’s love.” He answer casually.

I look down and sigh, “I um.. Well, what about us..?” I start again, he look at me with a raised eyebrow, a small hint of confusion on his face. “We’ve been dating for five years now, so I’m wondering—”

“God..” He mutter and sigh, taking another sip of his glass.

I cut myself off when I hear this, a bit surprised by his attitude. “Excuse me?” I lean back in my seat and furrow my eyebrows, “What’s with the sigh?” I ask, sounding a bit offended.

He drowned his drink and sigh as he swallow the liquid, setting the glass down. He slowly turn his gaze towards me, shrugging. “Look, I love you and you love me. Isn’t that enough luck for you?”

“Luck? That’s what you call our love? Not fate?”

He groaned and run a hand through his blond hair, “I don’t mean it like that! I’m just saying, we don’t need to concern about marriage as long as we love each other.” He rambled out, rolling his eyes.

Though his words are partially correct, it’s his attitude that bugs me. “But don’t you think we should start a family? It’s been five years, James. Five goddamn years—” But then he cut me off yet again.

“Yea you said that already. Besides, you’re already a family to me like I probably am to you.”

“But—”

“Can you just stop thinking about it? It’s a fucking birthday party, not a couple counseling.”

Feeling sick of his attitude, I sigh and stand up from my chair. “Where do you think you’re going?” James ask me, a hint of surprise in his voice. Instead, I simply shrug him off and take my glass with me as I walk away to another side of the bar.

I didn’t know why, but knowing he reject the very thought of creating an actual family, tying an ever tighter bond between us, making our love even more true, breaks my heart. I know he’s probably not ready yet. I know I’m supposed to accept his choice.

But I can’t stand the fact all of my friends had to shove their wedding rings in front of my face.

Sliding into a stool, I sigh and place my glass on the bar counter. I rest my elbow on the counter as I bury my face in my hands, rethinking the situation in my head. I find his harsh responses to be terribly unnecessary, he could’ve just responded with a softer response and try patiently to make me understand.

That’s when I hear someone slipping into the stool that was placed next to the one I’m currently sitting on. My eyes slowly peek through my fingers to see the mystery person, finding a guy I have never seen before. To be fair, I don’t know most faces here.

“Hey there.” He greeted me, a charming smile on his face, his arms resting on the counter as he tilt his head and look at me with those chocolate eyes.

“Hello..” I answer hesitantly.

Eventually, I discover that he was a close friend of Lani back then. He’s actually quite a nice and charismatic man, his style is a huge contrast to James’, yet no less intriguing. His brown eyes always looking serious whenever I speak, appreciating every letter that enters his ears. But of course.. there wasn’t any real special interest I have for him.

As he speak, I glance around the bar a little, a smile on my face now as he have lifted up my mood again. It didn’t took long before I notice the cold jealous eyes from across the bar that belongs to none other than my one and only boyfriend, James Hetfield.

Usually, it was a danger to play with fire when the James you’re dealing with is this type of James. But seeing the way his eyes sends daggers into the guy in front of me, the way his fingers grip his glass tightly to the point it seems like it’s about to shatter, the look of jealousy in his face..

I can’t help but grin to myself before I turn to the guy again.

Leaning slightly closer to the guy, I start talking more with him, making sure to laugh at a shitty joke he slip in that I’d probably actually call cringe if only I wasn’t testing James.

I put on my most stupid smile an twirl a piece of hair around my index finger as I listen to this guy ramble about something I surely and never will partake any interest in. He was definitely not James. He doesn’t share the same interest as the ones that James and I would talk about nonstop almost everyday of every year.

Bored, I take my glass of drink and take a sip of it. That’s when.. I feel a hand harshly grip my arm and tug on it.

When I turn my head, I was met by a stern looking James. It’s hard to tell what emotion was exactly built up inside those icy cold blue eyes of his, whether it’s jealousy, anger, annoyance, or everything in once. Nevertheless, the way his eyes immediately stare right into my soul gave my heart a quick pang of shock.

“Wha—”

“We’re leaving.”

“But—”

“No.”

Before I can say another word, he just drag me by my arm out of my seat and out of that bar, simply yelling to his friends; “See you, man!”

I was forced to stay silent as he bring us over to our car and push me into the passenger seat before jogging to the other side of the car and get into the driver seat. I look at him cautiously as I slowly relax into the seat.

The ride to his house was filled with tension, he didn’t even spoke a word or glance a bit at me, yet he kept his hand on my thigh, gripping it tightly and even massaging the flesh every now and then, especially when he got pissed off by the other drivers on the road.

Sure, I planned for him to fully unleash his jealousy. But I never really expected him to be this.. intense.

My heart was practically jumping in and out of my chest by the time we arrive on the driveway of his house, I try to speak. “James—” Then again, my words fail to come out as he immediately exit the car and go around to my side.

He opens my passenger seat door and suddenly grab me without another word, throwing me over his shoulder while he close the door with his other hand. I gasp and squirm on his shoulder as he carry me all the way into his house.

“James- put me down..” I practically whined and grab onto his shirt, scared of falling and possibly hitting my head hard on the floor. I let out another gasp when he take his hand and land a harsh smack to my ass. I stop squirming and wince.

I could’ve sworn I heard him mutter something under his breath that I couldn’t really hear clearly while I watch as he close the front door and lock it, still holding me on his shoulder as he start to walk us upstairs.

I wasn’t quite sure what was happening. He was quiet. Way too quiet. All I could hear and feel is my own loud heartbeat while holding tightly onto his shoulder, I can smell the stinging but nice scent of his cologne filling my nostrils.

Even without being able to see his face, I can sense how he surely isn’t playing anymore.

Then before I know it, we were in his room and he kick the door shut before storming his way to the bed and technically throwing me onto it, causing a small grunt from me.

His bed has always been comfortable, the sheets has been a witness of all the love we shared in his room and on his bed. Innocently, and.. not so innocently.

His large hand slammed down on the spot next to my head, his face leaning down close to mine, just a few inches apart. “You fucking slut.” He spat, his voice deeper than I remember and his eyes colder than I ever saw. “You did that on purpose didn’t you?”

“Did what..?” I try to play dumb, though my eyes were slightly widened, intimidated by the proximity and how much tension he’s putting on tonight. I can’t help but press my thighs together, feeling an oh so familiar soaking spot on my panties.

“You know damn well what.” All of a sudden, he flip me over and push my dress over my ass, my eyes widening and I try to squirm out of my position of which is underneath him.

Denying my effort, he pull me back and keep me in place as he lift my hips up a little, pushing my head into the sheets as his hand lands harshly on my ass, leaving a red mark in the shape of his very own large hand, a loud gasp and a wince coming out of me. “Trying to make me jealous? That jerk didn’t even look half good as me.”

I can’t help but let out a small scoff at his statement, only earning another harsh spank to my ass. I wince and try to pull down my dress back, failing when his hand slapped mine away and hit again, even harsher this time.

He was mean. Always has been when he’s not in a good mood.

The worse part is I love it.

“Did you really think I’d let you go home with a dick that small? Don’t you know you’re mine?” He chuckle and pull down my panties slowly, I just knew he was smirking wide and cocky when he saw the sinful pool on my panties. “Dirty girl..” He mutter as he throw the panties away.

An even louder gasp leaves me when I feel his tongue on my cunt, his hands holding my hips tightly in his grasp. “James—” I was cut off by another spank to my ass along with a harsh suckle on my clit, I moan and whimper, hips wiggling uncontrollably as he work his tongue’s magic on me.

I can feel him spitting onto my pussy before diving back in, his groan muffled. He sucked and licked and bite and technically made out with every part of me he found down there. Every single one of those action never failed to pull out the loudest moan from me.

My visions turns blurry, the pleasure always way too much to handle every single time. I will never underestimate the power this musician holds on me. He knows way too much about my weakness. Perhaps, that’s because he’s the only man I’ll ever let discover the dirties part of me.

The moment his tongue slips through my folds, I lost it.

I was a moaning mess, gripping every part of the sheets that I could reach while he ate me out like a starving man. Yet his cock haven’t even made it out of his boxers.

“James please.. ahn.. more..”

I whined when he delivered even more rough spanks onto my ass, feeling the mark he left stinging and will surely make sitting a difficult task for me to do later on. Each time his palm meets my skin, more tears build up in my eyes.

A tight knot is felt in my stomach and the moment he gave a harsh suck on my pussy, I start to release on his tongue, moaning loudly to the point I’m sure these walls around us might betray us and spill my pleads for him to our neighbors.

I can feel him lick me clean one last time before pulling back, his hand immediately going to his belt and unbuckling it. “Who said you can cum? Hm?” He sounds breathless yet annoyed at the same time.

Hips back down on the bed, I was still recovering from my strong release, tears spilling from my eyes to the sheets underneath me, soaking it. That’s when I feel him tap his cock on my ass. “Hips. Up.”

What else can I do other than obey him and lift my hips up, though my weak state only allowed me to do lift it a little, which then James force with his hands to be up high in the air on display for him to completely ruin.

“I’ll show you what that fucking dickhead can’t give you.” He hold onto my ass before guiding his cock in with his other hand, immediately thrusting in a harsh pressure, meeting that one special spot in me right away.

I gasp and grip onto sheets, “Oh fuck!” I cry as he grab ahold of my hips and hold it still, his hips ramming back and forth into mine, his well-sized cock stretching me out and hitting all the right spots in me I’m sure he knows all too well.

His grunts along with the sounds of his balls slapping against my pussy fills my ears, yet they were no competition to my loud moans, they just keep pouring out of my mouth and might make me lose my voice later on. But I could care less. If this man stuffed inside me felt the need to take out his annoyance to me and show me who I belong to, I’m ready all night for him.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He murmured and deliver another hit to the already numb skin of my ass.

“I’m yours!” I moaned, “I’m yours I’m yours I’m yours!!”

“So you do know your place, huh?”

That’s when I feel his fingers in my hair, fisting it into a ball. I wince when he tugged on it and hold onto it as his hips move in a surreal speed, thrusting in and out of me in a speed of light. My lips were parted as I pant and whimper at the feeling, almost like a dog. It was humiliating. But at the same time arousing for him.

My eyes rolls to the back of my head, tears rolling down my cheeks uncontrollably, my hips try to move to his rhythm as well, adding to the pleasure. I slowly turn my head back towards James, finding him smirking smugly, still groaning with every thrusts. “Yea? You like that?”

He pulled me up by my hair and my back meets his chest, his arms wrap around me as he continue to thrust into me, my hands grip onto his arms as I lean my head on his shoulder. “C’mon.. answer me, baby.” He pull down the top of my dress now to pull out both of my breasts, cupping them in his hands.

“I love it!” I moaned out.

He chuckle and took ahold of my face, his lips finding mine in an instant, starting a sloppy and desperate kiss, our tongues meeting and rubbing against one another lazily. I whimper and look down when we pull away, “James.. wanna cum..” I mumble, breathless.

He bury his face in my neck and start kissing and biting there, a mark was made right below my ear. “Do it with me, baby. C’mon.”

With one last weak yet desperate thrust, we held onto each other and let out the most sinful noises ever as we release our load together. His cum shooting into me while mine came gushing out and mixing with his while he pull out his cock.

Too weak, I fall onto the bed and whine as I feel our mixed cum slowly dripping out of my swollen and used cunt.

He let out a heavy sigh as he fell onto my back, kissing from my shoulder, to my back, to the back of my neck, and to my other shoulder. I just hum tiredly, appreciating his caring gesture in a small soft smile as I turn to him.

I lift his arm up and slip right into it, “I’m sorry for—”

“No, I am.”

I look up at him with raised eyebrows, a bit taken aback by his sudden apology and refusal of my own apology.

He shook his head and look down, his hand reaching up to play with my hair, a habit he does every aftercare. “I shouldn’t have said it like that to you.. I was being a complete unreasonable jerk. I should’ve told you I’m not ready..” He sigh and kept his head low with his eyes away, as if he’s embarrassed of himself.

“James..” I sigh and reach up to cup his cheek, “Don’t be sorry, please..” I whisper and kiss his nose, smiling softly. “What happened earlier is just a silly misunderstanding, okay..? I love you and you love me, as long as we have love and each other, the world doesn’t matter.” I spoke, using his own words yet with a better arrangement. My voice gentle as I paint his face with kisses, pulling out his own smile as his blue eyes met mine again.

“God bless your mom and dad for creating you.” He mumble as he tuck a couple hair behind my ear. I laugh softly and close my eyes as I rest my head on his chest.

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roleplay-evil · 7 months

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Resident Evil Resistance Starters - Survivor Edition

"You're as good as dead if you keep working for them."

"I'll be honest, I've never been in a situation like this before and... I'm not sure what to do."

"Oh my gosh, I would do anything to thank you for that! Anything."

"You got this next time, okay? Happens to the best of us."

"I see what you were going for! Didn't quite nail it, though..."

"Is, uh... Is this... legal?"

"Holy shit, I got a guardian angel."

"Whoa, that was too close... You really saved me there."

"Don't think we're friends now. But thanks."

"That was close. I almost became a [name] sandwich."

"Agh! I left my spare battering ram in my other pants..."

"Gotta admit, didn't think we'd make it. That was actually good work."

"Fuck this place. Let's go!"

"I'm so sorry, I can't stand it in here anymore!"

"Hey, you're here too? Didn't notice that. Well done on not being dead."

"Not only did we escape, but we did it with style!"

"Ignore that piece of shit. We can do this!"

"We're gonna have to look out for each other, okay?"

"I doubt there's going to be any rescue."

"Don't expect the calvary to come. We're on our own here."

"No worries. I got you, bro."

"Well, we have each other, and that's a lot!"

"Off the cuff here. Why don't you just, um, why don't you just... let me go?"

"I'm not going to be anyone's payday."

"Someone looks cranky today..."

"A bit of privacy would be good."

"Get your eyes off me."

"Your mother teach you to do that, you bastard?"

"Do you have some kinda death wish?"

"Bor-ing! Who do I have to kill to get outta here?"

"Uh...! I need the things that go in the—the bullet things! I need the bullet things!"

"Lemme kill things! It'll be terribly satisfying..."

"My trigger finger is tingling."

"Coward! Where you at?!"

"Stay down. And don't get up."

"Well, at least you're not dead."

"You're just a wannabe tough guy, [name]. I'm not afraid of you."

"Even three of you can't take one of me down."

"You can't escape justice forever, [name]."

"Pft, yeah. I'd like to see you try to take me out."

"Did I do okay, coach...?"

"This sounds like it's going to hurt. Not my favorite thing, hurting."

"Not sure I'm gonna make it..."

"Ugh, yikes... I think I might actually be... nearly poisoned to death..."

"I would really prefer to not be... quite so poisoned."

"I feel beyond crappy..."

"I'm a little under the weather."

"Agh... I just wanna... lie down and never get up again..."

"Don't think I can fight off the infection much longer..."

"Agh... If ass is a general feeling, that's what I've got."

"Who'd hire someone to kill us? I mean, I know I made that math teacher really pissy once..."

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bobbydagen24 · 2 months

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another Harsh truth the fandom is Hypocritical when it comes to Creeks Return in TBGO since all the things they complained about also applies to Bro zone in TBT.

for starters everything the fans complained about with Creeks return in TBGO is very much an issue in TBT such as

lack of remorse. yep the bros spend the whole film showing no guilt they only show a nano second of remorse after their victim finally stands up to them and leaves and that's it for the film and they never actually acknowledge any wrongdoing at all.

lack of consequences. big yep despite repeating their crappy behaviours and arguably behaving even worse they get taken back in the end unconditionally after Treating Branch terribly for no Real Justifiable Reason.

lack of doing anything to earn another chance. also big yep the Bros get captured and are literally forced to let Branch lead to save their own lives as well as Floyd's and afterwards their second chance is seen as earned for some reason? Despite this being a self serving action.

at the very least Creek was made to apologise Bro zone couldn't even be bothered to do that the simple truth is fans just like characters for surface level qualities

such as their outwardly goofy personalities so your more keen to make excuses for them actually being very bad toxic people really but Creek is more outwardly unlikable

so your all not as keen to see him as a flawed human and are eager to write him off even tho everything that you claim to find wrong about Creek's return also applies to Bro zone when you think about.

look I will admit that while I've always Defended the writing choice to bring Creek back in TBGO and have him Re-join the village I will admit it was written very badly.

it was way too Rushed and kinda ruined what could have been an interesting story arc for Branch and Poppy and Creek himself if they'd actually made him a touch more sympathetic

and Regretful over his actions while having the others be forced to acknowledge that he was placed in a pretty Horrifying situation and reacted in a bad but Human way.

Rather than sticking with a Highschool Jerk persona which just made the fandom Blindly Hate him even more

but the only posotive thing I will say about Creeks return is that unlike Bro zone Creek never wasted his second chance in the tv show sure he never seemed all that remorseful

but he also never betrayed the characters Trust again Creek was given a second chance and he didn't take it for Granted

unlike Branch's Brothers who slipped back into old Habits very quickly and behaved even worse than when they were younger by being verbally cruel to him unprovoked.

and yet were still given a third chance at the very end despite showing next to no remorse and no acknowledgment of their behaviour and actions towards Branch and each other.

so there isn't really anything that makes Bro zone more redeemable than Creek the only difference is the movie gives them two second chances with no strings attached

while the first movie Removes any such choice for Creek after his first betrayal even tho it was under extreme duress and literal torture.

this is something that Really doesn't make sense to me and Hence why I say this fandom cares more about surface level likability for its characters Rather than them being actual Good people

( Barb is the most extreme example tbh )

the majority of the fandom seems to view Repeated crappy behaviour for no Real Reason other than Bruce and JD didn't Grow up in over 2 Decades.

and Jump to the extremes of lifelong abandonment and emotionally abusive Behaviour when their slightly annoyed as acceptable and Human.

and worth forgiving even with no Real acknowledgment of wrongdoing or efforts to make amends.

while someone giving in to fear after being nearly eaten alive and tortured on your own by creatures 20 times your size is seen as irredeemable by the larger fandom.

and him being accepted back after this is seen as the worst thing ever because he showed next to no Remorse but did acknowledge wrongdoing and apologised to the people he wronged unlike Bro zone.

and Poppy herself literally tells Branch and by extension the audience that yes Creek has flaws

( that being giving in to fear under extremely stressful circumstances) but they are forgivable Human flaws and can be Helped.

it wasn't written Great and it was Hella Rushed but this is actually a mature message so its Hilarious how the majority of the fandom flipped their shit and whined like Babies at this episode 😂😂😂😂

yet when this message was taken and applied to bad people who this message doesn't actually apply to given their motives and Repeated crappy behaviours

suddenly the fandom thinks this kinda message is mature and posotive even tho its literally just encouraging kids to stay in abusive relationships.

I Guess that was Creek's fatal flaw Rather than being a Hostage who turned traitor in a moment of panic to save his own life

he should have abandoned his family twice and verbally abused them because he's slightly annoyed when he's expected to put effort in to the relationship then the fandom would love him 😕😕

it Really is no Different to the extreme Blind fans who love characters like Walter White and Dexter Morgan and Joe Goldberg and Tony Soprano

not because you like a complex bad guy character but because you think they're actually Great people and think them being likable and charismatic means everything they do is excusable.

but write off other characters who do similar actions but don't happen to have those surface level likable persona's.

in short your in love with characters who you invented in your heads not the ones the film actually showcased sooo yeah I'll end this by saying to you the same thing I said to Fifty Shades of Grey fans in the past

you wanna enjoy a fictional work by all means do that but trying to claim its a Healthy way to look at Relationships and forgiveness in real life is when you've crossed a line and need to be stopped.

because you may end up actually doing Harm to yourselves or to other people.

anyway cheers for Reading have a nice Day

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls brozone #trolls band together #trolls dreamworks #brozone #trolls 3 #trolls creek #trolls creek sympathy #trolls deeper analysis

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intheticklecloset · 2 years

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Haikyuu!! Coffee Shots #101-110

A collection of the Haikyuu sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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101) Lee Oikawa, Ler Iwa

“I’ll do anything!” Oikawa squeaked, backing into the lockers in the clubhouse with wide eyes. “Just don’t – don’t tickle me, Iwa!”

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. “Stop being so dramatic. You know you don’t hate it as much as you pretend to.”

Oikawa growled, but he still proved his friend right by staying put as he approached despite having ample opportunity to get away. “I…I swear, I’ll do anything. Anything you want!”

“You just don’t want me to go for your bad spot.” Iwa wasted no time in clawing at his ribs, making him sputter out helpless giggles. “Right, Toru?”

“Plehehehehease!” The setter gripped Iwa’s arms but didn’t fight back yet, squirming against the hard lockers behind him, mixing discomfort and ticklish sensations together. “Iwahahahaha!”

“This is for smacking me in the back of the head with your crappy serve this afternoon,” Iwa grumbled playfully, squeezing up and down his sides. “And this is for refusing to help take out the gear this morning.” He dug into his underarms. “And this—”

“I gehehehehet it, I get it! I’m a hohohohohorrible peheheheherson!” Oikawa squealed.

“I never said that.” Iwa chuckled, stepped right up against him to dominate his personal space, and grabbed his hips. “This is for putting words in my mouth.”

“CRAP!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” The setter exploded into laughter, struggling and pushing against his assailant, squeaky cackles and embarrassing snorts interspersing his hysterics in a hilarious symphony of sounds. “GAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO!! STOHOHOHOHOP!! IWA!!”

“Will you still do anything?” Iwa teased.

“YES, YEHEHEHEHEHEHES!! ANYTHIHIHIHIHIHING!!”

“Then promise you’ll actually do good tomorrow. We have a game to win. We can’t afford to lose because you can’t serve worth a darn.”

“I – AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I PROHOHOHOHOMISE!! PLEASE, IWAHAHAHAHA!!”

At last Iwa freed him from his ticklish torture, allowing Oikawa to gasp for breath as he slid down the lockers to collapse in a heap, still giggling quietly.

“Tch.” Iwa rolled his eyes, but he was smirking. He nudged his friend’s foot with his own before stalking off to his own locker across the room. “You really are a drama queen.”

102) Lee Daichi, Ler Suga

Daichi walked up to Suga, grabbed him by the shoulders, looked him dead in the eye, and asked, “Can you tickle me?”

“Wha-huh?” Suga stuttered, blinking several times. “Wait…what?”

“I swear I’m losing feeling in my feet and I do not want to have to miss god knows how many games if I’m actually infected with something.”

“You…might just be tired…?” Suga suggested, then realized what an awesome opportunity this was. “But yeah, of course, I’ll tickle some feeling back into you if you want.”

Daichi looked mildly embarrassed but mostly determined as he nodded and plopped to the floor, taking off his shoes. Suga was beyond shocked that this was even happening, but he wasn’t about to complain. “Okay. I’m ready.”

Suga smiled, held Daichi’s left ankle to the floor, and gently scribbled his fingers over his friend’s socked sole. He wasn’t at all surprised when the brunette burst into giggles and tried pulling his foot away, but Daichi certainly seemed to be.

“I swehehehehear I couldn’t feheheheheel anything else – okay, stahahahahahap, Suga!”

At this point, Suga’s smile became wicked. “You expect me to stop after just a little tickling? You literally asked me to do this; how can I stop so quickly?”

Daichi’s eyes widened. “W-Wait—”

Sugawara quickly straddled his shins to keep him from squirming away, dragging his fingers up and down both of his feet, enjoying the startled shriek he pulled from the team captain. “Seems like you still have feeling in your feet to me, but I think we should keep going a little longer just to be safe.”

“Sugahahahahaha! I can feheheheheheheel just fihihihine! S-Stop it! Plehehehease!” Daichi begged, falling back with heaps of laughter when his friend switched tactics and started squeezing his thighs instead. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA NO, WAHAHAHAHAIT!!”

Suga laughed along with him. “Sorry, Dai. I simply can’t stop at just one ticklish spot!”

103) Lee Suga, Ler Daichi

“Hey! Don’t do that!” Suga giggled, swatting Daichi away when his friend poked his side. “You know I’m ticklish!”

Daichi grinned and poked him again, snatching his wrist when he tried to fight back to keep his target open to attack. Suga squeaked and snickered, wriggling in Daichi’s grip desperately, trying to cover up his side with his opposite hand now.

“Stohohohohop! Dahahahahaichi!”

The brunette merely grinned at him and kept tickling.

“Why ahahahaharen’t you sahahahaying anything?!”

“Because you get so flustered when I stay quiet. You can’t handle being the only one filling the silence, especially when you’re being tickled.” Daichi chuckled, using the grip he had on his friend’s wrist to pull him closer so he could wrap his other arm around his middle. “Unless you’d like me to tease you with some of your favorite words?”

“Ah! No!” Suga dissolved into helpless giggles at the sudden light skittering across his belly, blushing bright red. “Thahahahahat’s not nehehehehehecesssary!”

“Tickle, tickle~”

“Gahahahahahahaha!” Suga tossed his head back against Daichi’s shoulder, gripping his tickling, hugging arms with what little strength he had. “Nahahahahahahaha!”

“Ticklish little Kou~”

“Nohohohohohoho—!”

“With his ticklish, ticklish…” Daichi found his navel and wiggled into it. “…belly button.”

Suga exploded with laughter, struggling fruitlessly for a few moments before his hyena cackles finally escaped him, his legs wobbling as he struggled to remain upright.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! DAHAHAHAHAICHI YOU SUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK SO MUHUHUHUHUCH!! STAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!!”

“Ouch! I suck? That’s mean. Guess I’ll have to keep tickling you until you learn to be nice, Sugawara.”

Suga laughed so hard at the combination of teasing and tickling that his hysterics went silent, followed shortly by his knees finally giving out. Daichi helped ease him to the ground so he wouldn’t hurt himself, finally letting up and ruffling his hair in the process. “Feeling better?”

“Shuhuhuhut up.” The setter let out some leftover giggles and sat up shakily. “Jeheheherk…”

Daichi chuckled and gave him a quick hug. “Sorry. I just couldn’t help myself.”

104) Lee Hinata, Ler Kageyama

“Hang on, let’s talk about this!” Hinata cried, struggling to pull his arms free of Kageyama, who had chased him out of the gym, across campus, and halfway up the nearby hill the team sometimes used for training before finally managing to catch up and tackle him. Really, the fact that he’d caught up at all was a testament to how determined he was to make Hinata pay for his prank.

“You replaced my milk box,” the setter growled, using his height and strength to his advantage to pin Hinata’s arms to his sides before straddling him, “with a strawberry milk box? Strawberry?!”

The redhead couldn’t help but giggle a little, recalling Kageyama’s horrified face when he first took a sip after practice, immediately spluttering it right back out with such vigor that Yamaguchi had panicked, thinking he was choking on blood.

“Come on, it was funny!” he tried, offering a wobbly smile up at his friend, who merely glared at him. “You can still have a regular milk box.”

Kageyama made a show of bringing his fists to his chest to crack the knuckles, preparing, Hinata assumed, to pound him to a pulp fit for his favorite orange juices.

Then the setter wiggled his fingers, and Hinata’s eyes went wide.

“Wait! Wait, no, it was just a prank! It was funny!”

“If it’s so funny,” Kageyama growled, his tone playful and eyes mischievous now, “then let’s hear you laugh, boke.”

Hinata yelped, shuddering when his friend’s wiggling fingers touched down on his ribs, biting his lip to try and stifle the giggles that came out of him whether he wanted them to or not. He lasted for all of five seconds before finally bursting into laughter, tossing his head back to let it all out unfiltered into the air.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP, KAGEYAHAHAHAHAMA!! NOT THE RIHIHIHIHIHIBS!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! I’M SOHOHOHOHORRY!!”

Kageyama chuckled at the mess he was making of the redhead with just the lightest presses and pinches to his lower ribs. It was effortless for him to keep Hinata pinned to the ground, unable to free his arms to fight back, and so he decided he’d take his time finding ways to make him laugh even louder, beg even harder.

“PLEASE, KAGEYAHAHAHAHAHAHAMA!!”

“Since you seem to like strawberries so much,” Kageyama replied easily, smirking at his friend’s boisterous, contagious laughter, “let’s see if I can turn you into one. It’s only fair, don’t you think?~”

105) Lee Hinata, Ler Kageyama

“Just because you’re taller than me doesn’t mean you’re better at volleyball,” Hinata grumbled as he slung his backpack over his shoulder. He and Kageyama were leaving the gym together as per usual, and somehow they’d gotten onto the topic of rival players and their skills, leading Kageyama to point out that most of the really good ones were tall, just like he was.

Hinata knew this already, and it bugged him that Kageyama felt the need to point it out.

“It helps, though,” the raven-haired setter said now, grabbing his gym bag and stuffing his hands in his pockets as they began to walk. “I’m not saying you don’t measure up to them; you know I know you’re good. But still.”

“Height doesn’t equal strength!” Hinata snapped, frustrated at constantly being the butt of short jokes. “I can be stronger than you. All of you!”

“Yeah, right,” Kageyama scoffed a laugh. Then he giggled for real when he felt a sharp poke to his ribs. His head snapped to Hinata, eyes wide as the redhead smirked at him.

“I can take you down easily enough if I tickle you, Kageyama~”

The setter dropped his bag and latched onto Hinata’s ribs in retaliation before either of them even realized he was moving. Still, when a loud screech filled the air followed by frantic hands clamping down on his wrists, Kageyama couldn’t help but grin in satisfaction.

“Maybe, but you’d have to tickle me first. We both know you always lose our tickle fights.”

“Nuh-uh! I wihihihihin plehehehenty of them! Lehehehehehemme go!” Hinata cackled, squirming desperately in his friend’s strong grip. “Kahahahageyama!”

“If you think you’re so tough, prove it.” Kageyama smirked. “Fight me off. Push me away. Tackle me to the ground and tickle me to tears. Oh, wait…you’d have to reach me first, wouldn’t you?” He expertly stepped as far away from the redhead as possible while still tickling him silly. “Too bad you’re such a shortstack.”

“I’ll mahahahahake you eat those wohohohohohords, stuhuhuhupid Kageyahahahahama!” Hinata cried, laughter rising in pitch with each failed attempt to wiggle away. “Juhuhuhuhust you wahahahait!”

Kageyama chuckled along with him. “Oh yeah? Come and get me then, Hinata~”

106) Lee Oikawa, Ler Iwa

“You’re blushing.”

“I’m not blushing.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not!” Oikawa insisted, turning his face away from his friend defiantly, crossing his arms. His cheeks were stained pink, but of course, he wasn’t owning up to that. “It’s just warm in here.”

Iwa grinned at him. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“I’m not—”

“All right, fine,” Iwa said, holding up his hands in surrender. “You’re not in a mood. I get it.”

Oikawa huffed but said nothing, still looking away from him.

“I won’t do it unless you ask me to. There’s no point in making you laugh until you don’t remember your name anymore unless you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Right.” The setter shifted, daring a peek at him. “Exactly.”

“So I won’t. Your ribs and sides and knees and feet and—”

“Iwa.”

“—especially your hips are safe from me today. No tickling you until you’re begging me for mercy. None at all.”

Oikawa was gradually turning even pinker, shifting anxiously in his seat. It was adorable, really, how obviously he wanted exactly that, but if he was going to be stubborn, then so was Iwaizumi.

“It’s fun to tickle you, but only when you want it,” the brunette continued easily, smirking, waiting for the inevitable cracking façade. “Your ticklish laugh is fun to hear.”

“Iwa.” This time it came out as more of a whine. “Stop teasing me.”

“Oh? I’m just enunciating my point. I won’t tickle you unless you want me to.”

Oikawa was silent for a long time. So was Iwa. The ball was in the setter’s court now. It was up to him to set it so Iwa could spike it.

After a long moment, Oikawa finally huffed again and turned to face him, eyes averted in a cute, sheepish kind of way. He mumbled something under his breath.

“What was that?” Iwa teased one more time. He couldn’t help himself. He cupped his hand around his ear. “I didn’t quite hear you.”

“I said I want it, okay? I want you to tickle me! Quit being such a tease and just do it already!” Oikawa snapped, flushing redder with every word. Almost as an afterthought, he tacked on a tiny, desperate, “Please.”

Iwa grabbed his sides, digging in viciously, all of that pent-up tickler energy coming out of him at once, making Oikawa screech in surprise and toss his head back with elated giggles. “Like this? You finally admit you want tickles, huh? Just like this? Does this tickle, Toru?”

Oikawa nodded, and Iwa plopped himself in his lap as his fingers traveled down to his hips, both of them laughing together at the silly playfulness of the situation.

Both of them got exactly what they wanted that day.

107) Lee Akaashi, Ler Bokuto

Akaashi’s eyes were wide and terrified, and Bokuto couldn’t get enough of it. He grinned mischievously and wiggled his fingers. “Hey, hey, hey, Akaashi~”

“Don’t,” was all Akaashi could manage. Annoying as his friend was, being on the threatened end of something like this was enough to override his irritation. He put up a hand defensively, looking very much like a crossing guard trying to stop an oncoming train. “Don’t you dare.”

“Go ahead, try to run,” Bokuto teased.

It was a trap. Akaashi knew this. Yet he turned and bolted anyway. He could hear his friend right on his heels, but even so, he reached the door of the gym with enough time for him to think he might actually manage to get away.

No such luck.

“Ah! Bokuto, no! Get ohohohohoff! Get away! Bohohohoho!” Akaashi giggled despite himself as he was dragged away slowly from the door and his escape to the safety of the outdoors. Fingers were wiggling into his sides from behind, followed by playful nips along his neck that had the smaller boy squealing in seconds. He frantically tried to smack any part of Bokuto he could reach. “You jeheheherk! Don’t dohohohoho that! That’s weheheheheird – aieeee!!”

“It makes you make funny noises, though,” Bokuto chuckled into his ear, quickly twisting around so that he could push his friend to the floor face-first and then sit on his waist to keep him there. He hummed. “Now, what to do with you?”

“Nothing!” Akaashi shrieked, wiggling uselessly under his friend’s weight. “I swear I’ll kill you for this, you idiot! Let me go!”

Instead, Bokuto placed his fingers at the hem of Akaashi’s shirt. Not doing anything yet – just resting there. The suspense was killing the smaller boy. He trembled in anticipation.

“W-What are you doing?” he asked nervously, gasping when the first scribbles along his lower back shot a strong, ticklish jolt through his body. He bit his lip, but the giggles came anyway. “D-Don’t – Bokuto, I swehehehear, you’ll regrehehehet this! I’ll gehehehehehet you bahahahahahahack for this! Wait! Wahahahahahahahahait…!”

Bokuto grinned and kept up his gentle, ticklish assault. “Sorry, bud. You’re just way too much fun for me to tickle!”

108) Lee Noya, Ler Asahi

“Really?” Noya asked incredulously and with mild disgust as he eyed the handheld electric massager Asahi had bought. “What happened to going to the spa?”

Asahi took the item back from his smaller friend and replied, “Who has the money to go to the spa after every rough game? I’ve already used this a couple of times and it works great. Don’t knock it until you try it, Noya.”

The libero rolled his eyes. “I prefer having a person massage me, not some machine.”

Asahi grabbed his arm and sat him on the couch beside him. “Just try it, all right? It works, I promise.”

Noya grunted and crossed his arms. “Fine, whatever. Go ahead.”

Feeling victorious and eager, Asahi switched on the little machine and gently began to let it work its magic on his friend’s neck and shoulders, smirking when the stubborn libero began to relax despite himself, relief evident in his body language.

“See? Feels nice, right?”

“Shut up.” Noya groaned. “Hey, could you try my lower back? It’s been bugging me lately.”

“Yes, your highness,” Asahi teased, but obligingly glided the massager down his back along his spine.

Noya jolted about halfway down, arching away from the massager, giggling a little. “Hehey, that tihihickles.”

Asahi paused. He pressed the massager against his friend’s ribs without thinking about it. “Tickles, huh?”

“Hey!” Noya squealed, arching away again, falling to the side. Before he could recover, Asahi was straddling his legs and fighting to grab his arms, the massager having been abandoned momentarily, pressed against the libero’s stomach. “Ahahahahasahi! Gehehehehet it off!”

“No way,” Asahi chuckled, finally managing to push both of Noya’s wrists above his head, leaving him wide open. He grabbed the massager with his free hand and returned it to the smaller boy’s ribs, watching in amused satisfaction as his friend threw his head back and laughed.

“GAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHO!! THIS ISN’T A MASSAHAHAHAHAHAGE!!”

“I don’t know, Noya. They do say laughter is the best medicine~”

“YOU JEHEHEHEHEHERK!! YOU KNOHOHOHOHOW HOW TIHIHIHIHICKLISH I AM!! KNOHOHOHOHOCK IT OFF!” Noya bucked his hips and let out a scream of wild, uncontained laughter when Asahi pressed the tool to his inner thigh instead. “GOD NO PLEHEHEHEHEASE NO NOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE ASAHI!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Asahi grinned, settling in comfortably to watch his friend come apart, pleased to have found another useful function for his massager. “Nah. I think you need a little more massage time, Nishinoya~”

109) Lee Iwa, Ler Oikawa

“Um. Oikawa?”

Oikawa glanced at Iwa, who was holding up a makeup brush with confusion and curiosity written all over his face. His friend looked at him, smirked a little, and said, “Why do you have makeup brushes in your house?”

“Don’t get the wrong idea, idiot,” Oikawa snapped, grabbing the item from Iwa. “My sister was here with my nephew this weekend and she left some of her stuff on accident. They’re not mine.”

“She left makeup brushes in the living room?”

“Yes!” Oikawa threw his hands up in exasperation. “I don’t know why.”

Iwa chuckled. “Sure, sure. Whatever you say.”

Oikawa glared at him. “I know you’re not laughing at me.”

“Me? Noooo.”

The setter growled, then smirked and waved the makeup brush around teasingly. “Fine. If you really think they’re mine, I must be good at doing makeup, right? Let me show you how good I am, Iwa-chan~”

“No way,” Iwa laughed, taking a step back and then booking it entirely when he realized his friend was serious. “Back off! You suck at makeup!”

“How would you know?!”

“I know you were helping the drama club with their production last year because you liked one of the girls,” Iwa called over his shoulder as he scurried into the kitchen and toward the stairs.

“I wasn’t doing makeup! That’s an insult to the ladies who were!” Oikawa yelled, chasing him up the stairs and into his own bedroom, where Iwa tried to lock the door behind him before the setter could catch up.

No such luck. Oikawa burst into the room after him and tackled him onto the bed, dragging the brush all over his face. “Ha! See that? I can do makeup! You look beautiful, Iwa-chan~”

“T-Tohohoru!” Iwa giggled, squirming and tossing his head back and forth, trying to escape the tickly bristles of the brush. “Stohohohohop thahahahat!”

“Aww, too ticklish to get your makeup done? Too bad~” Oikawa teased mercilessly, dusting the tool over the shell of Iwa’s ear, enjoying the girlish squeal he got for his efforts. “I have to prove to you that I know what I’m doing, so lay still and take it like a good, ticklish little Hajime~”

Iwa cackled, his face blushing red, but he knew he was stuck here now no matter how much he laughed and pleaded. “Tohohohohohohohohoru…!”

110) Lee Kuroo, Ler Daichi

A loud crash from within the gym’s storage room startled Kuroo out of his zombie-like haze of doing a final sweep of the building before locking up for the night. He faced the closed – and, he had thought, locked – double doors and waited for another sound, but nothing came.

He turned to where Kenma was waiting for him by the door of the gym, playing a video game. “Kenma?”

“Huh?”

“Didn’t you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

Kuroo couldn’t decide if he was serious or not. “That giant crash from the storage room?”

Kenma finally looked up at him, giving him a quizzical stare. “Uh…no? There was no crash.”

They stared at each other in silence.

Kuroo sighed and fished out his keys. “Dang it.”

“You’re just imagining things. Maybe it was a ghost,” Kenma muttered behind him, but the captain was going to do his job and check it out anyway, so he didn’t bother raising his voice too much. He just went back to his game.

Meanwhile, Kuroo unlocked the doors, stepped inside, and fished around for the light. Before he could find it, though, something grabbed his wrist and yanked him further inside, the door slamming shut behind him.

“Ken—mmph!” Kuroo tried to scream, but a hand slapped over his mouth, silencing him, and then hot breath was on his neck and he couldn’t help but let out a tiny whimper, more terrified than he wanted to admit.

“Hey, honey~”

Kuroo breathed out a huge sigh of relief, his heart pounding. He was going to kill his boyfriend for this.

Daichi chuckled, unwilling to remove the hand covering his mouth as he drew his partner in closer, snaking a hand around his waist and curling his fingers into his side.

Kuroo jerked, giggles bubbling up but unable to break free thanks to Daichi’s makeshift gag. He squirmed and tried thrashing, but tickling was always enough to weaken him immediately, and between that and the scare he’d just had, he suddenly found he had no strength to fight.

“Let’s have a little fun, hmm?” The Karasuno team captain cooed into his ear, and Kuroo whined again, for different reasons this time

When the laughter finally became loud enough that even Kenma could hear it from across the gym, the second-year smirked to himself.

Get him good, Daichi.

#fanfiction #tickle drabbles #quick prompts #sentence starters #coffee shots #compilation #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq

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smeargledshades · 11 months

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Hi! My name's Monet Nogilny, but you can call me Mo if you want.

My bio says it all (though ignore the image on my trainer card- they got the pictures mixed up with another sweater-vest-art-guy). I'm an artist (crappy), a school librarian (decent), and a Smeargle foster dad (World's Best).

I live with my starter (Fluffernutter the Cyndaquil, my Geriatric Baby) and three to five Smeargles at any given time. Two of them are mine- Degas and Waterhouse- and the rest are fosters.

I'm from Unova- born and raised in Virbank City- and I still live here today! (Though I work in a different city and I won't tell you which one.) I love my crappy hometown and will fight you for its honour. Don't Test Me.

I like movies a lot. Yes, I have been to PokeStar Studios, I have mixed feelings about it but overall I really like living close to ~where the magic happens~. Goomcharov is the best movie of all time. Fight me.

I want to travel, but so far, the only real ~adventures~ I've had were my Pokemon Journey when I was ten and a Study Abroad in Johto. I'd love to visit Paldea, Kalos, and Galar someday!

If you want to know anything about How To Take Care Of Smeargles, AMA! I'll do my best to help.

(This is a Pokemon IRL RP blog, blanket warning for unreality and occasional mention of Pokemon illness/death. Mun and muse are both adults, but I'm not really interested in RPing NSFW stuff here- Monet's just a silly little guy.

Pelipper mail ON. Magic anons ON. I follow from @earlgraytay.

Monet's meant to be an enthusiastic hobbyist with no real scientific expertise or formal training. Compared to the scientists/Professors/shelter workers/Rangers who make up most of Rotomblr, he's a bit uninformed- not dangerously, but a bit. It will get things wrong about Pokemon and Pokemon care sometimes. If you want to correct him IC, feel free.)

#pokemon irl #rotomblr #pokemon rp #pkmn irl #pkmnirl #smeargle #pokeblr #pokemon unreality

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gilliesmemes · 1 year

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𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐌𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎 ! / sentence starters pulled callmekevins playthrough of mile 0 , prequel to road 96. change whatever you want to suit your character interactions .

oh my god , what has he taken ?

now, lets hop in a strangers car.

your dog die or something ?

i might play video games instead. that’s how i escape my problems.

aha ! i found an escape.

i’m not really one for tourism in a country run by a dictator.

i feel a little on edge here.

i’m taking that threat at face value.

i need some chaos, everything has been too organized.

now we’re talking, explosives ! let’s get in there.

oh god, he’s very upset.

does he have that type of power, though ?

then the manger came out and said i was the best escapist they’ve ever seen.

yeah, tony hawk move there.

we’re killing a lot of people, this is great.

oh my god , you don’t know anything about personal space.

i will kill you immediately , that’s what friends are for - murdering each other.

i want it to seem like someone died in here.

that looks kind of crappy, to be honest.

what the hell is yours supposed to mean ?

yeah, they’re both equally good.

i don’t even know who said that, a ghost perhaps ?

i’m just so obnoxious.

can i just throw them in the trash ?

i don’t really wanna do this job , i just wanna get the credit for doing it.

forty seven people injured in town square, read all about it in tomorrows paper.

oh, i didn’t see you there.

ah ! oh , sorry... the corner scared me.

can you just give me a second ? i’m trying to rob you.

my kd ratio is insane.

i have been destroying the place with no reasoning just because i can get away with it.

maybe the government are lying.

we’ve been truman show’d !

if you didn’t believe the government didn’t engage in propaganda here, you’d be pretty fucking stupid.

i do ! i just agreed with everything you said !

annoying poster guy in the park is my favourite hobby. also , he’s dead.

i forgot to update you , i killed him earlier.

that is the lamest dare i’ve ever heard.

i dare you to jump off the building.

pretty ironic to say i found it in the dumpster.

i jump in trash and then he quits , like yeah i’m done with that one.

push him. push him off the seat so he falls into the mud.

you’ve probably never even seen your father.

look at his little stupid face about to go down in the mud !

yeah , sucks to be you kiddo.

he looks like a guy who a kid could just sneak by into our house.

oh my god , how did you run so fast ?

that is the creepiest thing you could’ve said.

i need the worlds gnarliest rumba that’ll just shred everything on the floor.

i kinda like this dude, he’s just so naive.

i’m just causing so much chaos all the time no matter where i am.

i feel a little bad.

he almost had another kill on his belt !

jesus , what a neighbourhood.

he’s a lunatic.

now what , are you going to try and eat me ?

i like the dramatized version.

tell me this secret of yours or i’ll push you off the building.

oh, look ! it’s the square where i murdered everyone , good times.

stop trying to force me to talk about things i don’t want to talk about.

i’m going to snap my own neck.

i don’t think it’s about whether the government did it or not.

i just always assume the government are up to shenanigans to be honest.

that’s not how i thought he would sound for some reason.

that’s his memory of it ... then he’s also like and i was doing some sick kick flips and jumping over ramps while the explosions were going off.

was that not enough ?!

WHAAA - oh wait , i already knew that.

oh no, i’m going to get pulled into this aren’t i ?

no it sounds complicated for you. i don’t want to get involved in this.

yeah , she seems like a big fan.

she’s still waving , she’s still there.

he sounds pretty pissed off.

can i just walk away ?

i don’t think he’d make an announcement about that.

okay that was unnecessary , that was just demeaning.

this is getting weirder and weirder.

this is getting a little bit stressful now.

i'm playing to win , i am not a good loser. actually no , i'm a very good loser - i'm not a graceful loser is what im saying... i'm a sore loser.

stop distracting me , i'm winning.

did you make a whole scale model of his house ?

seems reasonable , yeah lets risk our lives for this.

the cops are closing in , you're in now so we got to get this done tonight.

mom will help , don't worry.

i just think cops are so cool , those guys are really cool.

please let me go now.

anyway, time to go straight to ( name's ) house and break in.

i managed to ditch my parents, i'm ready for the revolution.

i play the triangle, i never said i was a singer.

your eyes aren't as wonky as your posters would suggest.

my mixtape ! how could i forget my mixtape.

do i actually want to help him ? i don’t want to.

these past twelve hours have been good to you.

why is he holding onto the receipt ... are they going to business expense it ?

the problem is ... i know the file wont be there when i get up there.

i’ve seen enough loony toons back in the city to know that’s a fake.

god the standards are pretty low here.

is this my entry test ?

y’know , personal revenge and all that.

i want to take the gun and just shoot him.

is this how he sees it ? well , no wonder he's pissed off.

we’re all new comers to this behaviour.

that was a bit stupid, wasn’t it ?

yeah , it is kinda lame actually.

what ? you abandoned me !

#callmekevin #starters #sentence starters #rp starters #prompts #rp prompts #mine

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lopezxisa · 2 years

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closed starter || @serenityamor

isabella had been glued to her phone since her album had come out having had to reschedule her release party she couldn’t take her eyes off any kind of social media even now as she sat with serenity still trying to avoid going home until she knew all the lights would be turned out and her mother no where in sight. “on a scale of one to ten how stupid would it be to just go party and hook up with a stranger? or is that too much of me?” she questioned not really paying attention to the words coming out of her own mouth, “or like i know you dislike him but like letting chad corrupt me until i can stop thinking about how crappy this year is already.”

#convo.#ft. serenity

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pluralprompts · 8 months

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Hi yeah I am a ramcoa system and for starters the system community has a HUGE problem with what you're doing which is "well its fiction so its fine" or "well you're just one kind of system what about these OTHER systems that are sort of similar but arent actually experiencing even close to the same thing". Having people from ramcoa "explore their trauma" through fiction is not only a bad idea, its dangerous. The systems with "false memories" implanted into them by a "big bad" ARE ramcoa systems. Ramcoa systems should not be exploring their trauma through any means other than therapy. And yes I know therapy is expensive and all of that. What happens when you explore that level of trauma alone leads to VERY DANGEROUS situations that often lead to the system hurting themselves and possibly, though rarely as theyre more likely to hurt themselves, even others. False memories and gaslighting are NOT the same thing. Gaslighting does not lead to you creating a whole past in your mind that didn't actually happen it makes you QUESTION what you know happened which can make it feel like the thing you DO remember is a false memory. That is not and has never been what false memories are. I have been both abused through severe gaslighting and am a ramcoa system. It is offensive to use our trauma as a trope, regardless of how "popular" it is. Split was a popular movie. Does that make it good? No. Ramcoa systems are the systems with false memories and using them like that and then hiding behind "it's fiction to explore" it's just a really crappy thing to do. Ramcoa systems exploring their trauma without the proper tools and support system is EXTREMELY dangerous.

If you wanted something better talk about gaslighting. Like real gaslighting. "Mastermind B" has been making system A question their every move for so long. When System A finds out it was all to make them listen to Mastermind B, they aren't as upset as B imagined they would be.

Or have it be like the movie The Truman Show. That's not taking years of someone's life and making them believe in never happened through abusive means. It's almost the same, but more just fucking weird than abusive. It happened. That was their life. But it all happened in a bubble for some experiment/TV show/whatever.

Thank you for answering my questions. In accordance with your concerns, I shall edit the prompt.

For the record, I did not mean for my response to seem like I was "hiding behind fiction to explore" as an excuse – I was genuinely curious about why that didn't appear to be considered in the original ask, as I know of other systems who have worked through similar problems and experiences in that way.

There is one more thing I would like clarification on before I edit the prompt, if you're willing to give it. Would it help if I made it clear that Mastermind B gave System A false memories through fantastical means that have no associations with the abuse RAMCOA systems go through, or would you prefer the prompt to more clearly reflect gaslighting (or some other experience)? The original prompt was meant to be about fantastical/unrealistic means of implanting false memories (for example, a sci-fi device that can create fake backstories), and wasn't at all meant to be about abuse (although I acknowledge the prompt could be taken that way – it simply wasn't what I was thinking of when writing it, hence why I was mainly speaking about fantastical elements in my last response), so I'd like to know if that would be an alright option.

#not a prompt #asks

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snorkling-in-sodasea · 2 years

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Thoughts of Millie’s Depth

You know, I see some posts about Millie’s lack of depth and development, including Viv’s responses to it and I wanna say this. I don’t want so very badly for Millie to have some tragic backstory or dark past. Really, I only want, at most, for Millie to have some sort flaw or something about her to have an episode putting her in the limelight. I mean, everyone else has it so crappy already. Stolas being wed against his will to a sheer bitch and abused and mistreated during that marriage, Blitz with his missing mom and manipulative dad - as much as he’s not present, too - sister doing rehab, and his former best friend hating him and having prothestics for all his limbs, Loona having lived almost all her underage years not being adopted and living in pretty much a kennel, and now Moxxie with a missing, beloved mother and a shitty father who threatened to kill him for disobedience and tried to marry him to a scummy ex against his will.

Honestly, it makes Millie stand out from everyone by not having it so crappy. Feels like a change of pace or a breath of fresh air or something. And really, so far, there’s a number of things I’ve noticed about Millie already that can be an episode.

The selectiveness of when to step in for Moxxie, for starters. If Moxxie’s in physical danger, then yeah, she’ll defend him. But as much as I enjoy watching Millie be a badass - the latest fight in Exes and Oohs was fantastic - Moxxie typically doesn’t handle the danger himself and he probably grew a little too dependent on her to take care of it. In fact, the only notable example I can think of when it comes to Moxxie fighting back is the first episode proper of the series, with the cannibal satan-worshipping family. Even then, that’s more like Moxxie fixing what he had fucked up. In sharp contrast, Blitz sexually and verbally harasses Moxxie and he’s left to defend himself. Loona, too, when she feels particularly active in being a bitch towards him. And there’s Millie’s family, who makes their disapproval very clear, complete with Sally not thinking twice about betting on Moxxie’s life. (And after Exes and Oohs, it hits me even harder in the gut since Moxxie’s own family life was absolute shit growing up). Basically, friends and family apparently get a free pass in Millie’s mind to pick on Moxxie, with only minimal resistance from Millie’s end, if there’s any at all.

In fact, about family getting a pass, Millie never really suspected anything about Crimson when first meeting him, even when there’s a building pile of things wrong. I mean, Moxxie’s tense and uncomfortable behavior the entire time he’s ‘home’ and around his father, the fact Millie’s been his wife for at least a year but has never ever been told about Moxxie’s family or childhood home or past life in general, and the lack of reaction from Crimson’s end when hearing that Chaz, the very same guy he wanted to welcome into the family, landed his son in the slammer. Seriously, no chastising, no threat of bodily harm, nothing. Even Blitz reacted more than that. (Although to be fair to Millie’s lack of suspicions, at least enough to act on them, Blitz was kind of like that, too. He only really investigated shit not because he thought anything was wrong with Crimson but because Blitz was wondering how the fuck someone like Chaz scored with both Millie and Moxxie)

There’s also the fact that Millie has a loving family and good childhood can be made into angst. Maybe Millie feels like she has to be one ensuring everyone gets along and that she can’t tell them about things that bother her. All because everyone else is suffering so much worse and she feels that her problems are minimal in comparison. Or not confiding in people about her problems could even be because of her parents, since they actually had the gall to chastise Millie over losing to a psychopath they hired. I mean, we already get these things in fanfics, it would be nice to see if Viv and her crew makes it happen for real (as in, in canon)

So I repeat: I want Millie to have a spotlight episode. Not a tragic backstory or dark past. Just something about Millie that would get the woman her own episode

#helluva boss #millie #moxxie

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walkingthroughfire-a · 2 years

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Starter for @ladamereveuse ; from Emmie Strange

She isn't going to blame her parents for their way of life. Dad is a doctor , mom is a doctor and she was in the middle of dealing with both. They're divorced now and while they give her the 'it wasn't you' talk along with the 'it's complicated' it doesn't take a genius to know that they were on two separate pages. The only same page they seemed to be on is work life. Everything else was a chaotic mess across the desk. They're good parents in their own right, just busy. Which happens when your father is a smart genius man doctor and mom is helps to boost that to a point they create their own medical method which makes them more popular.

But she deals in ways she knows how and that's through reading and art. Sculpting to be exact. Emersyn asked her parents some time ago if she could skip a day of school to go some towns over to meet her favorite author, Cassandra Chevalier but the answer was a big 'no'. She isn't to miss school -- but they're not home and nanny's can be oblivious. Go on to school, but sneak away when they're not looking to take a bus to those few towns over.

In her defense she would have gotten to go after school if she wasn't towns away and bus schedules are crappy especially in this state. But Emmie is determined , and she has a gift for her favorite author. Something she's put a lot of time and effort into to show her appreciation for the detailed world she's created.

This author means a lot to Emmie. Taking her away from the fights and the loneliness, allowing her to explore her own creativity through her worlds and her words giving her escape and friends she really needed in those times of parents and their issues. She has to meet her!

Upon reaching the line to do so, Emmie is so nervous but excited. In a town alone, her parents thinking she's at school, her gift in hand...She's rocking on both feet just waiting her turn.

#━━ ✦ th. Tale as Old As Time : Emmie Strange #ladamereveuse #I think I did a lot of words XD

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oathofpromises · 1 year

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Mauve && Lavender

[ mauve ] give one random headcanon about your muse / one of your muses.

I have a lot of headcanons about many of my muses, but I will go with one that I have for Stella. I know this seems kind of silly and would work better in Au, where I do have a mermaid verse for Stella. However, I do agree that her mother was part mermaid. This allowed Stella to inherit a few abilities, such as the power of her voice. She loves singing; it's something the Au Ra rarely gets to do but, if used in a certain way, can lure someone into a trap. Not that she would, but it could be used in that way. This is mostly based on the stories where Mermaids could lure pirates to their deaths.

I also have a headcanon that says that when she is underwater, her scales will change to a light pink color. It's just a little thing, but I like picturing her scales being a pretty pink color. I really wish the game would let us customize scale colors or, like, use other horns aside from those that came with the face.

[ lavender ] if you could change one thing about the rpc as a whole, what would it be?

Honestly, there are a few things I would change about RPC as a whole, but if I could only change one, it would be people making an equal effort. What I mean by this is that I feel it’s so discouraging to try and meet new people and make new friends but feeling like it's a one-sided attempt. I do understand having a group you like to write with most, believe me there are a few that I tend to put their replies first since they do reach out and talk outside writing. It just would be nice to get that energy back too. I guess I’m just tired of feeling like I'm the last option for people. Some people may think I am exaggerating a bit, but it really does make you feel crappy when you try and make new friends but just get made to feel like you are somehow annoying, or the whole thing that people expect fast replies and will unfollow if their question isn’t answered in a timely manner.

First, I have stated many times in my carrd that I can be slow at getting replies and messages. I struggle a lot with anxiety. Which can sometimes lead to me isolating a lot. It has nothing to do with anyone at all, just how I sometimes need to cope with stuff. Second, I am the type of writer who is very detailed. I enjoy writing multi-paragraph starters and such. In the past, I tried to get as many replies out at once as I could, but this led to me getting burned out. This isn’t a job; it’s a hobby, so I prefer to take my time with each question and reply I get. Also, the thing about multi-muse is that sometimes I will get asked for characters that I don’t really have muse for at that moment. I do hold onto them as long as I can, but sometimes it does get to the point where I have to delete them. Anyway, my point is that all of us deserve to take our time with things. Not feel rushed or pressured to answer a particular way. Too often, I have had people get upset with me simply because my muse didn’t react the way they wanted. I will never force anything on someone else and just ask that the same be returned.

Overall, I get having people you vibe with better, but please understand that others wish to write with you as well. Pushing them to the side constantly isn’t a good feeling, and this is coming from someone who has had this happen before. Yes, write what you want, but if someone is making a nice, continuous attempt to talk and reach out, don’t make them feel like they have to do all the work. It’s a two-way street. Yeah, vibe with who you want, but also let others know you have an interest in writing with them too. Let them feel heard and seen too. Communication is key in any relationship, whether it be with friends, writing partners, etc. If you simply don’t have energy to be around others, that’s valid. Believe me, I get that, but sometimes just letting another person know that you are exhausted helps them understand where you are at. The same hat though you don't have to reply to stuff when you aren't in the mood either. Don't let anyone make you feel guilty for needing time to yourself because that's important.

I am also not a huge fan of 'I will only reblog your promo if you reblog mine' or being used as a resource blog. I know there are blogs around here whose purpose is to collect memes to keep in one place, but this goes for people who haven't talked to me outside of RPC and just tend to reblog things that I sit down and take time to find for my muses for their own use. I don't mind friends doing this, but to have someone who has made zero attempts to write or talk with me just makes me feel used. Please reblog the original post if you can. Again, this isn't directed at anyone in particular; it's just a general statement based on past circumstances. I think I got a little off track, but it’s always nice to have effort returned. That’s my main point.

#— ❛❛ // HEART OF A PRINCESS ¦ Answered Memes・#Whoever sent this in thank you for the questions!!

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invsiblestrings · 2 years

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closed starter for @xtwistedxwritingx claire x edom Before Claire Abbott was a senior fashion editor, before she sat front row at fashion week, before she brunched with one of the Hadids, she was just Lex. Lex who had freshly arrived to an unfamiliar city reeling from a breakup but determined to chase big dreams. That girl had once cried because she couldn't figure out how to use the subway to get back to her crappy apartment. This woman walked Williamsburg like she owned it and went by her given name and all the maturity it encapsulated. Still, her steps slowed and faltered as she approached a street she'd avoided for years, ever since the last time she'd left it and everything had changed. Though their faces were unfamiliar, she was not surprised to see two broad lackeys hanging about on the stoop in front of his door. She used to think Edom always had friends around because no one could resist his charm - as she hadn't been able to - but she knew better now. One of the guards rose to his full stature before her on the step as she approached, and she forced herself to not take a step back and reveal how intimidated she felt. But before he could accost her, a strange expression unfolded across his face - not unlike the expression she'd seen on the faces of the men who had held a cafe at gunpoint last week until seeing her and actually apologizing to her before rushing out of the shop. "My name is Lex." How long had it been since she'd introduced herself with that nickname? "I'm..." not a friend. Not really. "I need to speak with Edom."

#t: claire #t: claire x edom #xtwistedxwritingx

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xexiar · 1 year

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Mistletoe

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"Come on, Deku. I want to show you something." As Uraraka pulled me by the arm, I was left wondering what she possibly wanted to show me. We all were enjoying a Christmas movie when she tried to get my attention. At first, I didn't think much of it. Maybe she had learned a new move while on work studies.

But as we neared the elevator I noticed something. My heart started racing as the thing came into view. I somewhat hoped that what she wanted to show me wasn't that. For what I saw was a mistletoe.

And to my disbelief she pulled me under and held both my hands. As she interlocked our fingers my heart started racing and my face began to burn. What exactly was I supposed to do in this situation? She is my friend after all.

Before I knew it I watched as Uraraka's face came closer to mine. In a panic I forcefully pulled my hands away and started to backup. The look of sadness and disappointment on her face hurt. But it's not like I see her in that way. "I'm sorry."

I watched as tears began to slide down her face. A part of me felt horrible for doing this to her. But at what cause would lying to her make things better. She then ran to the staircase and disappeared from my sight.

…

I can't believe I was made to stay longer than I wanted. At least the movie wasn't all that crappie. But in the corner of my eye I noticed something. I shouldn't really care what round face or Deku does, but I couldn't stop watching.

It's when I saw where round face was taking Deku that I felt a pinch in my chest. I shouldn't be feeling this. But noticing how they were nearing a mistletoe made me feel like throwing up.

But I had to remind myself it's not my place to say anything. After everything I've done, my words won't matter. And as I watched them near the mistletoe the more I tried to not look. Yet something held me in place.

The moment Deku and round face was under I started preparing for my heart to break. But to my shock, Deku pulled away from her. I may not be able to hear but I could faintly read Deku's lips saying sorry.

I then watched as round face began to cry. Deku hates seeing someone cry. Was she trying to use that to her advantage? At that very thought I was enraged. How dare she use such tactics to win over Deku!

It didn't take long for round face to finally run off. Good. But the look on Deku's face was another matter altogether. Knowing him, he's probably blaming himself for the whole ordeal. That should never have happened.

At that, I made a mental note that round face was absolutely not to be anywhere near Deku by themselves. I may not be worthy to be by Deku's side, but sure as hell anyone who wants him has to get past me.

I then watched as Deku put on his coat and boot, and went outside. This isn't good. What was I going to do with that emotional nerd? Before long everyone else has left to their rooms, besides me and Deku.

I got my gear and went outside. It didn't take long to spot the nerd sitting on the steps. "You're going to catch a cold, nerd."

"I hurt Uraraka." I just fucking knew it. So I went over and sat with him. "I made her cry. But it's not fair. I only see her as a friend."

"And here I thought you liked round face."

I watched as Deku wiped away his tears before looking at me. "What made you think that?"

"For starters, you're always blushing when it comes to her. And how you always talk with her. Not to mention, how you're always with her."

"You take that back." Deku shoved my shoulder, as he puffed his face. Damn, nerd. Why did you go and get cute on me? "It's not my fault she was the first new person I talked to when entering UA. At that, she's the first girl that I ever spoke with. You should have known this. Oh, that's right! How would you, when you always bullied me!"

At that, I felt that pain in my chest again. I pinched Deku's nose before looking away from him. "Whatever." With that I started to stand up and wipe away the snow from my legs. "Now get your ass up and get inside, you damn idiot."

I didn't leave him room to protest, as I grabbed him by the collar. "You don't have to be so mean, Kacchan!" He then fully got up and brushed the snow off himself. "Happy now?"

"Nope. You're still outside."

"Well, so are you!" With that we both walked back inside the dorms. As we went over to the elevator I just so happened to look up. To my disappointment that mistletoe was still there. But at the same time I wasn't too sure if I was actually disappointed.

I looked down at Deku and happened to see that he was blushing. It didn't help that he was fidgeting with the base of his shirt as he avoided looking at me. Did he also notice what we were under?

At that very thought, I felt my face go on fire. What exactly was I supposed to do? And just my luck that the elevator was taking forever to reach the bottom floor. Besides that, why haven't either of us moved away?

I felt my heart trying to pound out my chest, as I panicked on what to do. At that, I don't think I could ever do that. I don't feel that's something I'll ever have, with how much pain I inflicted onto Deku. But maybe, just maybe there was something I could do.

That's when I reached for his face and just pinched his cheek. I don't get why I did it, but I did. And Deku's face and ears turned completely red. That wasn't until he also reached for my face and pinched my cheek. If the elevator didn't open when it did I think I would have fainted. Along with being grateful Deku decided to move first.

The elevator ride was quiet between us. But the moment it came to his floor, Deku ran out. And when I finally reached my room I just laid in bed, completely in shock. "I pinched his cheek. And we were… were… under a mistletoe. Does that count as a… kiss?" Saying that word made me feel light headed and giddy at the same time. I even fell asleep with the biggest smile I ever had before.

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As I sat wondering about what just happened, I watched the snow continue to fall. I was still in disbelief that Uraraka pulled my underneath a mistletoe. What am I supposed to say or do? It isn't fair to either of us.

While crying over the fact I hurt my friend, I heard footsteps stop behind me. "You're going to catch a cold, nerd." Oh great. It's Kacchan.

"And here I thought you liked round face." I couldn't believe my ears! How dare he! It's not like I had many friends. Let alone a female one! Kacchan can be so mean to me. Suddenly he pinched my nose as he was getting up. "Whatever."

Once we had removed our shoes and hung our coats, we made our way to the elevator. As we did such, I saw that awful mistletoe again. And as we ended up stepping underneath, all because it was just before the elevator, I felt somewhat nervous.

I just hoped Kacchan didn't notice the mistletoe. Especially when my face was starting to burn as I realized how close Kacchan really was. We could practically rub our elbows together with how close we were. Maybe if I don't say anything he won't notice. It's not like he'll kiss me.

Oh gosh. Just the mere thought of Kacchan possibly kissing me had my heart racing. I know it'll never happen but it's such a fitting thought for the moment. If I could enjoy the thought until the elevator came then I'll be happy.

That was until Kacchan pinched my cheek. And when I looked at him, he had a deep shade of pink across his face. Was this…? Without a second thought I pinched his cheek back. Whatever this moment was, it was too perfect.

When I finally got to my room I felt like I could die happy now. I was not only blessed that Kacchan and I were on somewhat speaking terms. But also I was extremely happy at the fact we pinched each other's cheek while under the mistletoe. Pinching cheek?

It was then I started recalling every single time Kacchan had ever pinched my cheeks. From when we first met to just moments ago. In fact, even when he bullied me he had always pinched my cheeks. Especially if we were alone during the time he was being mean to me.

And that's when it hit me. It's possible that pinching my cheeks has always been his way of kissing. Now that thought had me screaming into my pillow with glee.

#bnha bkdk #bkdk #mha #bakugo katsuki #bakugou x deku #izuku midoriya #mistletoe #sweet

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