#and how much more red the 1st one is compared to the second one

[ntwhlvndthnks]

silly lil post but looking at these two arts of the dndads s2 cover art (by alex moore if ya did not know) and i noticed small little changes, such as lincoln having a green jacket in the 1st one with a red shirt and how different nick looks in the dice 🤓🕵🏾

[vnti-vnxiety-recs]

Won’t fall for it (M)

★  PAIRING: Renjun x Toxic!Reader

☆ WORD COUNT: 3.3K

★ GENRE(S): Smut, Drama,Angst

☆ SUMMARY: No amount of red flags will keep Renjun away from you. As he tries to fix you he finds himself becoming a different person. Did you ruin him? Or maybe he was ruined all along.

★ ☆ WARNINGS: Toxic relationship,Swearing, Brief mentions of cheating, Manipulation, Gaslighting. Various acts of Sexual intercourse. Degrading, Self sabotage, MDNI

☆★ NOTES: This is the 1st installment of THE POISON ARCHIVES! This series is very toxic so beware. Each story is based off of lyrics from their song poison! This one is shorter compared to the rest in the series. I'm sorry.

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♫₊˚.“Your head on my shoulder, hinting forever This time I won’t fall for it”₊˚.♫₊

It was the third time this week that Renjun had to drag you out of a party. He was cooped up in his dorm room when he got a text from your friend letting him know you were passed out in the bathtub of another frat party. This couldn't have come at a worse time; he already didn’t have enough time to think, let alone study, and exams were coming up. He had tried to persuade you to stay with him tonight to catch up on some studying. He always tried to get you to stay in with him as opposed to going out. He knew the night would end with you in a drunken mess and him having to go collect you. All he did lately was worry and look after you; he had no extra time to spare. If only you would stay in with him, he wouldn't have to worry about dragging himself out of bed at 2 a.m. and scrambling out his door to come to your rescue. You promised him you would join him on a study date next time. It was always next time.

You were never much of a scholar, only going to college because your parents offered to pay and promised that if you at least tried, they would buy you a brand new car. Your definition of trying was getting to class late almost every day and getting wasted at parties almost every night. Renjun knew what he was getting himself into when he got involved with you. He was warned a thousand times. You guys have had a lab together since freshman semester, and he was your designated seat partner. Your first impression of him was that he was really sweet, and although he was quiet, he wasn't really shy. He was definitely not the normal type you go for, but he slowly melted your heart.

This was one of the only classes that you didn't miss. You arrived on time every day, not wanting to waste a second with the cute boy you sat next to. You couldn't help but curse the universe; why couldn't he be in all your classes? Then maybe you would be more motivated to go. Before you even introduced yourself to him, Renjun knew who you were from stories around campus. He knew all about your track record of sleeping with half the campus, how you were almost failing every class, and even how you may or may not have sucked off a professor to get a passing grade to show your parents for once. He has already heard the worst of it, but he wanted to form his own unbiased opinion of you first. Renjun considered himself a fair man and gave everyone an equal shot. He almost finds the rumors hard to believe because, when he was with you during labs, he could only see the bright and charming side of you. You could say he was blinded by the attention you gave him. He loved feeling your eyes on him, even when the professor was going over very important course material. You thought you were being so sly when you would peek at him out of the corner of your eyes while you pretended to read the course material, but he saw it all.

Since Renjun knew you never paid attention in class, he offered to tutor you. He took this opportunity to get closer to you and get to know the real you some more. After a few weeks of flirting, he soon found the courage to ask you out. Honestly, it kind of threw you a bit; you weren't really used to being asked out on dates. If anything, you thought maybe he would ask to fuck you like everyone else. You never really liked to be tied down in the past, with your longest relationship lasting only a month. You were not one to take relationships seriously; once you’re bored, you find a new toy to play with. You knew it was a terrible idea, but you really liked Renjun and thought he could be a good influence on you and your studies. Sometimes you would lay your forehead against his; he always thought it was your way of showing affection, but really you were just trying to get his smarts to rub off on you.

Unfortunately, you soon find out that Renjun wasn't as much of a nerd as you originally thought. He was fairly average in his studies and passed most classes with a B+. He was really laid-back for the most part and knew how to have fun. The difference between him and you was that he knew when the fun should stop. Like right now, for example.

He found you passed out in the tub of the party's bathroom, and he's trying to help haul you to your feet, which you protest heavily against. You make a scene all the way until you reach his Black Camaro. Most people are too drunk by this time to really take notice, but the few eyes that do drift in your direction make Renjun's face burn a little in embarrassment as you slur your insults at him.

"Lemme go idiot!" You beat at the hand that's guiding you to the passenger side of his car. He opens the door and buckles you in, praying to God that you don't throw up like last time. He just got his leather seats reupholstered, and he does not want you to ruin them.

"Calm down, baby aren't you tired yet?" He tries his hardest to be patient with you, but he swears it's quickly running out. It was 3 a.m., and he was already in the middle of pulling an all-nighter before your friend called.

"I want to have fun! You ruin everything! You're so boring Junnie, I hate you!" You cry, kicking at the glove compartment of his car.

Renjun is not sure if the pained expression that imprints itself onto his face is in response to your crude words or to the potentially damaging damage you are causing to his precious car. He tries his hardest not to take your words to heart. You don't mean it, he tells himself, but as each day passes, he finds it harder to believe.

He drives you home and puts you to bed, deciding to stay over in case you get sick and need him. His assignment is due the next morning at the start of class, but he convinces himself he can make it up later.

He noticed his grades had begun to suffer the more he was with you. You always convince him to go out and party or skip class to fuck around. You would constantly complain that he doesn't spend enough time with you whenever he tries to deny you. At first, he thought he could change you. He didn't want to change you completely; he just wanted to help you break your bad habits. He wanted to watch you succeed. In actuality, he was the one to change. You dragged him down to his lowest point, making him just like you; it was like looking in a mirror. You ruin him just as you continue to ruin yourself.

That morning, he makes you breakfast and lays out a painkiller for the headache he knows you’ll have. He gently wakes you up to properly care for you.

"Wake up baby, you need to get ready for class." Once he sees your eyes slowly opening, he taps your lips, signaling for you to open, and he slips the pill inside, quickly handing you a bottle of water to help wash it down.

"What time is it?" You groan

"7am. If you get up now, you can still make it in time for your 9 o'clock class~" He coos playfully.

"I'm not going." You say this as you roll yourself deeper into the bed.

Please, babe come on, you have missed class all week! You need to get up." He peppers your face with kisses.

He can't help the way his heart warms when you smile at the action. You guys never really had intimate moments like this outside of fucking. The only time he really gets to hold your hands is when he has them interlocked with his, as they are pinned above your head when he fucks you. He never really gets to gently caress your skin like he's doing now unless he's caressing your ass after giving it a punishing slap. You don't really like the "sappy shit," as you call it, so he's grateful you're too hungover to stop him.

He caresses your face for a few more moments before pulling away. "Come on, let's get you washed up and dressed."

He runs you a shower and ends up joining you when you complain about not being able to properly wash your back. He loves doing things for you; it's his own way of showing affection, so he doesn't complain when he dresses you and then himself. Not even when he's packing your breakfast from earlier so you can eat in the car as he drives you to class. The face you make as you happily munch on your food and hum along to the music he plays is enough to feed his delusions that everything is okay between the two of you.

When you arrive, he walks you to class. He's just making sure you actually go inside and don't sneak off again. He has to run across campus to try to make it to his own class. No matter how hard he ran, he was still 10 minutes late. Pair this with the fact that he never finished his assignment from last night, and his professor wasn't going to be too happy with him. He didn't care; he finally got you to go to class this week. He takes that as a small victory and a sign that maybe things will be alright after all.

Most people don't understand your relationship; they can't comprehend why the campus whore would settle down with an average guy like Renjun, who doesn't stand out at all.

His grades don't stand out.

His friends don't stand out.

His bank account doesn't make him stand out either.

Most people are surprised you guys have lasted as long as you have. His friends sure as hell don't approve of you. They say you drain him and that you're like poison. He writes them off as being jealous. How could he pay attention to any red flags when you make him feel so good? Sure, you can be a bit snappy, rude, and unaffectionate at times, but inside the bedroom, you tell him the sweetest lies to make him feel wanted. The way you touch him washes away all the doubts he's ever had about you. You were the only one who could make him feel like this.

Maybe that's why he can't even find it in himself to be upset at you when you text him that you ended up skipping class and ask him to meet you in the recreation center’s storage room. He was already late to class, and he doubts he can piss his professor off any further, so he sneaks out. He knew what you wanted, and like always, he finds himself giving into you.

You were able to snag an extra key to the storage room from the janitor last semester, and this has been your hotspot ever since. The Rec was always under construction, so no one really came here. The storage room was all the way in the back, away from any prying eyes. This is where you bring all your fuck-toys to have fun with. Renjun knows this fact, so when you bring him here, he has to pretend it doesn't bother him that you probably think of him as nothing more than another fuck toy. At Least he’s your favorite one, right? The recreation center is barren as always, so no one sees the two of you as you sneak in.

As soon as the door shuts behind him, he feels your hot touch all over him. His mind is running a thousand miles as you kiss him with fever. You bite at his lower lip, slipping your tongue inside as you explore his mouth. He grabs your hips and moans into your mouth, pushing you back until you hit the opposite wall. He shoves a knee between your legs and pushes up your short skirt.

"Do you want me to make you feel good, baby? Tell me what you don't deserve." Renjun can't help the slight venom that shrouds his voice as he grabs your face, forcing you to look at him.

"Please, Junnie, touch me. I need you." You moan 

"Why should I? Can’t you call one of your other toys to come finish you off?" He scoffs, shoving his hand under your skirt and rubbing you through your panties.

He's jealous. No matter what lies he tries to feed himself, he's jealous and angry that he can't have you the way he wants. He doesn't want your body; he wants more than that; he wants your tainted heart all to himself. He wants to be able to take you on dates and shower you with affection, but you deny him. You reject him because you love playing games, and he knows he won't be your last toy. He hates you at this moment, even as he has your legs shaking and your juices soaking your pretty lace panties. He hates you for playing with his heart, but he should have known.

"You're my favorite love, don't you know that? Can you feel how wet you make me? You're the only one I want to touch me like this." You try to meet his eyes, but he looks away. "You’re my Junnie; don't you know how special you are? No one holds a candle to you."

He wants to believe you, but you sound like a broken record. You only whisper sweet promises to him in the dead of the night because you know only the stars can be his witnesses. He knows the only true warmth he can feel from you is the warmth of your pussy as you tighten around him whenever he fucks you. As there’s no warmth in your arms, there is surely none in your heart.

He doesn't want to hear anymore; he's sick of your lies, and the only way he can drown them out is by preoccupying your mouth with moans instead. He shoves your underwear to the side and sinks a finger into your warmth. Any lies that you were going to let spill fall short when he fills you up with his fingers. He fucks you until your back aches into his chest and your thighs clamp around his hand. He hates that he thinks you're beautiful.

He wants to ruin you.

He flips you around so that you're facing the wall.

"Ass out, slut," he says, unbuckling his belt and letting his pants fall past his hips just enough for him to pull out his hard length. He can't bear to look at you anymore, and he knows that if he does, he will find himself falling for your lies again. Not this time; this time he won't fall for it.

He pushes your lower back in a bit, making you arch deeper, and lines himself up at your entrance. Just before you can finish your plea for him to hurry, he shoves two fingers in your mouth and leans over you to whisper in your ear.

"Whores don't make demands; they take them." He spits, setting a quick pace.

He rests his head against your back and leaves harsh bites and hickeys there. His free hand reaches around to play with your boobs and pinch at your nipples. He can feel you clench around him, signaling your second orgasm, and he pulls out.

You immediately cry out in protest, but when he grabs the back of your head,pulling your hair as he shoves you to your knees on the ground, your cries turn into silent, submissive whimpers.

"You don't deserve anything from me, baby; all you deserve is to choke; that's exactly what you're going to do."

You're looking up into his eyes from your position on the floor. His eyes don't shine the way they used to; he looks more tired now. Your sweet boyfriend is gone. The cute boy from your lab who used to tutor you is long dead. He's just a shell of what he used to be, and it's all your fault. You feel horrible, and you can't help but pity him, so you did the only thing you knew how.

You opened your mouth and took him down your throat. You sucked him off until he was biting back moans, until he was shivering and grabbing the back of your head to shove you down further. You gag on him, but you take everything he gives you. You knew this would be the last time he gave you anything.

You’re going to miss him. Although everything you said to him was a lie, he really was your favorite. No one cared for you the way Renjun did, and you know that no one else ever will. They're going to use you up just like you used him. You are not sure if the tears that stream down your face are from the way he roughly fucks your face or from the fact that you know you screwed up. When he finishes against your lips, you savor every last drop, lick him up, and wipe your tears.

"Renjun I-" you begin

"I think we should break up." He can't look at you when he says it, and you don't blame him.

You can't find the right words to respond with, so you stay silent, and he's grateful. He's decent enough to help you clean up and fix your hair. He doesn't look back as he exits the storage closet. He never looks back on the memories he shared with you, either. He doesn't feel bad when he blocks you on everything and requests to have his seat changed in your shared class the next day. He feels relieved, like he can breathe again. He hates that he let it go on this long. He should have ended it a month ago when Chenle told him you cheated on him at a party.

You had kissed some upperclassmen, and when he confronted you about it, you swore it was because you were drunk and that it didn't mean anything. He took your word over his friends. He believed that you loved him. He wanted to believe it forever. He wanted to fall for your words over and over again, but he could only be fooled so many times.

He still sees you around campus, but he's happier now, and it doesn't bother him to see you with a new toy. He's able to make up all of his missed assignments and return his grades to their previous B+ status.

His friends shunned him when he was with you; they hated seeing him get used, and they hated him even more for ignoring their warnings and help. After many apologies, he was able to return to his circle of friends.

Everything was back to normal, and he was finally free of your poison.

So why is it that when everything is back on track, he finds himself ensnared by you again? He thought he would never look back, but he ran into you at a party, and one thing led to another, and here he was, balls deep in you again. He should be cursing himself to hell and back, but all he can manage to do is moan pathetically. That's exactly what his friends called him when they found out. He swore to them that just because he was sleeping with you again didn't mean he was going to take you back. He promised that it was just sex and that it meant nothing. He wasn't going to get hurt again because, frankly, he felt nothing for you anymore.

That's what he tells himself anyway.

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A.N: Sorry if the ending felt counter productive to his character brah I just wanted to make it dramatic kekeke. you can stop reading at "Everything was back to normal, and he was finally free of your poison." if you want renjun to stand tf up lmaoo

[buddys-ramblings]

I’m just gonna name some of the things I’m interested in, hopefully to prevent the posts over here getting too stale

Key:

Red = hyperfixation

Orange = knowledgeable interest

Green = regular interest

Blue = non-knowledgeable interest

Object Shows - Love these things to death. I even have my own (hypothetical) one. Just, no spoilers for any non-BFDI, non-II, non-ONE shows, please.

Smash Bros. - How fast the hours I have on this game went from 20 to 180 should tell you something.

Nintendo in general - I love Nintendo. I always have and I probably always will.

Worldbuilding - I’ve been doing this in such a specific way for so long that I just feel kind of empty without a world in my head. Hopefully at least one of mine can become an actual piece of media. Though, I have my other blog for this, so don’t expect too much of it over here.

Writing - As in, creating fictional stories. Any other kind of writing is 👎 in my opinion. And my creative writing is kind of garbage, so don’t expect me to make it public and tell you about it anytime soon.

Pokémon - Ah, yes, the longest of Buddy’s known hyperfixations at four years straight, five years total. How much I care for the electric rat varies from day to day, but I’m pretty sure I’ll always like the franchise.

The Legend of Zelda - Or more specifically, the Breath of the Wild subseries. I beat BOTW in four months, which is a record time for me. I’ve beat the Wind, Water, and Lightning Temples in Tears of the Kingdom, but nothing beyond that, so no spoilers, please.

My Singing Monsters - Ah, yes, the fourth longest of Buddy’s hyperfixations, at 16 months. Though I’m not hyperfixated on it anymore, I still try to log in every day and the occasional song gets stuck in my head.

Plushies - I like the idea of owning plushies, but I feel like I’m wasting money on them because I never do anything with them.

Bugsnax - I really like this game, I totally recommend it if you’ve got a spare 30 bucks.

Minecraft - Ah, yes, the third longest of Buddy’s interests at two years. I like Minecraft and everything, but I kinda stopped keeping track of updates around after the Nether Update. Remember when Update Aquatic was the new cool thing? Good times.

SCP Foundation - I used to be annoyingly obsessed with this fictional organization a few years ago, but now I’m less interested. I’m trying to get back into it, though.

Digimon - Ah, yes, the second longest of Buddy’s hyperfixations at three years straight, four years total. As much as I love this franchise, I’ll be the first to admit that I know nothing about it. I only finished the first season of the anime (which I don’t remember because it was years ago) I watched and thoroughly enjoyed, but didn’t finish, seasons two and three, and I lost interest in season four when I saw that the Digi-Destined didn’t get partner Digimon. I also finished Fusion (which I also don’t remember because it was more years ago).

Splatoon - I’ve only ever played the smallest amount of Splatoon 1, but I’m hoping to rectify that this September. Hopefully there’s just as much, if not more time in between Splatoon 3 and 4 than there was between 2 and 3.

Fire Emblem - I started gaining interest when I realized that I knew literally nothing about Fire Emblem, especially compared to the other 1st party Nintendo games. I’m specifically interested in the 3DS games and more specifically in Fates; yes, that Fire Emblem Fates. The one with Corrin in it. The anime swordsman that nobody likes.

[xandermatthews2290]

What is up with Eden

I’m going to contribute my thing if just dropping mysterious should be evidence into CH2

Eden has been one of the serious focal points of CH2 as well as the entire series, heck she’s literally the 1st person that we check in with but there’s one moment that strikes me as genuinely weird that I think will involve the trial of Arei

Who on earth is Eden talking about here? It’s definitely not Arturo as she arranged her meeting with him and he very explosively went off on her. Add in the fact that she’s in the laundry room where 1 piece of bizarre evidence sticks out to me this time more than ever

There’s a mysterious ball of Hu and Teruko’s old clothes held together with some kind of starch, which we all should be aware of which leads me to my big question

What if Eden isn’t being followed in the 1st images?

What if she’s actually just making sure that she isn’t the one being followed while she can go make the clothes ball?

Second off what on earth is the clothes ball used for?

Arei’s been hung up to death on a set of monkey bars for christs sake, Why in the name of surviving are there fish in the playground, broken water jug handles in the trash, damaged ceiling lights, a carousel wrapped in duct tape, and a ball of sticky clothes have to do with committing a successful murder?

I’m very seriously starting to ask myself who in the cast would NEED to do this in order to get this stuff done. You can excuse half of this stuff as a red herring but there’s so much of it that directly relates to the murder

Lastly my final screenshot that actually got me thinking while writing this up:

Arei’s rope, yards of this rope are rather carelessly left underneath the carousel which as anyone who’s been watching relates to Arei on a deep personal level. And who do we see in the bottom left hearing Arei bitch about her rope: Eden who was with Levi, Teruko, and David when Arei opened up about why she was like this.

Yes, Arei and Eden made up in the infirmary, but is one good conversation and a promise to do better enough for Eden to be ready to fully forgive her after a chapter and a half of being tormenting by her?

Yes, Eden’s secret wasn’t that bad, but maybe it just doesn’t seem so based on what we know, her secret is bizarrely normal compared to things like Nico’s gender identity, Charles having repressed trauma, David being a manipulator, Rose putting her family into crippling debt and Ace’s eating disorder,

Yes in ny previous post I talked about how David can’t be the culprit because the person with his secret is still alive(Whit) in Eden’s case this would be Charles who gave her secret to Teruko for safekeeping, but the motives have a track record for failing to be relevant in DRDT and it’s a pattern that could continue to hold up. Lastly if we’re really dying on that hill then the culprit could only be Hu, Levi, Veronika, Teruko, David, or Whit. I fully respect the fact that I could be wrong, but who are we as a community of obsessed murder mystery enthusiasts if we don’t at least try to theorize, if there are any serious disagreements feel free to comment

[theboytatu]

dumbass tweet spawning even more dumbass takes so let me share my objective ranking... and yes successful does mean largely commercial aka $$$ success but also like general public recognition and legacy

SNSD. even adjusted for inflation i'm pretty sure few other groups and certainly no 2nd gen group ever brought in the kind of wealth they did. we'll literally never have a girl group as iconic as them again

EXO. period. argue with the wall. in terms of money even to this day bts net worth hasn't been able to reach EXO's so you do the math... in terms of legacy they really do have an unmatched legacy both in their company and in the whole kpop industry.

TVXQ. this one is tough because TVXQ impact in japan alone makes them a big contender for second place but we gotta put them at third and i don't wanna hear anything about 5vxq...

H.O.T I really don't know that much about 1st gen so correct me if i'm wrong but they were literally millionaires by the end of their second year as a group i think? only reason they're not higher is because of how short their career was

Super Junior. really don't care about them and the only reason they're this high is because these bitches have been around for almost 20 years. i guess when you're in the race for this long you must be in demand somehow

SHINee. in terms of artistic legacy they are literally invaluable but i do think their impact in terms of money is considerably lower than the groups above. just like with TVXQ their success in japan boosted them in this ranking. plus all the members have highly successful individual careers

aespa. only 4th gen group to play tokyo dome first gg to have 1M album preorders first gg to sell 2M of one album.... idgaf if you don't like them their commercial success is undeniable. in a few years they could reach top 5 but SM will probably freeze them before that

NCT. honestly sales are the only thing carrying the brand... they have no general public impact and never had individual opportunities to cement them in the industry. the only reason they got as big as they are is because of the "infinite rotational" gimmick and how SM uses it as a sales funnel to boost the subunits as needed

Red Velvet. beloved by tumblrinas and a great discography do give them a good legacy... but sadly their overall commercial success is not what it could have been. SM is to blame for fumbling the bag so horribly but when you put them against the rest of the groups in this list they clearly can't compare

f(x). i can't even say anything about them cause the mismanagement and mistreatment that f(x) suffered is genuinely crazy and it's fucked up... we will never know how successful they could have truly been </3

[vtkira]

Rare (old) bts merch guide

2kool4skool

Bighit (I refuse to call it HYBE) put 200 Polaroids randomly into the first press versions of 2kool4skool, most of them that I've seen have been group or duo pics but there are some solo ones just they are rarer. These Polaroids are all extremely rare though (especially as they get older 🥲) and honestly I rarely see any being sold. Most of the posts I've seen of them have been older so you might have some luck digging deep into old hashtags. I have no clue how much these would go for since I never see listings but in 2015 they were 200ish (if your selling them please for the love of god message me)

ORUL82 signed pc

Once again, i rarely ever see these go for sale although I did find some listings from a few years ago on carousell (all were sold though). They never released the number of these as far as I know but they were only in the first press albums. From what I've heard finding a group pc signed is very hard but since there isn't much information or listings for it, its hard for me to say. And once again no idea on the pricing although I'd assume you'd have a hard time finding it cheaper than a few hundred.

MD diary

the fan club merch included a towel, bandana, and diary (the MD diary which also served as a seasons greetings) which were originally sold at the prices of:

2014 Diary -24,000 KRW (18.37 USD)

Official slogan -18,000 KRW (13.78 USD)

Bandana -15,000 KRW (11.48 USD)

Plus a gift for those who bought all 3 ( the gift was 7 member pictures and 2 group photos). The diary included 3 full group postcards and 3 random photo cards (out of 7 total) with only 600 ever being sold. This one i do actually see get listed frequently Normally the postcards are $900ish each, diary is around $900-1500 but sometimes i see them for about 150 although normally damaged (they tend to be cheaper off tumblr), no clue on the towel or bandana 😔

1st muster

Muster was the 1st fan meet and took place in early 2014. At the fan meet the bts in Thailand (aka now 1 in Thailand) came with two limited photo cards out of 7 total. You can still buy these now decently easy off ebay. The cheapest I've seen was about 100 and the most expensive was 500 but that one was sealed still. The pcs from it are usually 150 but some rarer ones like this can go for as much as 600

The postcards can go from 200-900 sold separately and pretty much no one sells them in the set anymore. Although the wrappens are very rare DO NOT PAY 900 FOR THEM!! If you dig hard enough you can find them for around 120. The bandana is probably going to cost you about 200. There was a few other things sold at the muster but they're so impossible to find its pointless to put them in here, if your interest though feel free to message me.

Hip Hop Monster Dolls

Only 95 of these per member were ever actually sold (some of which were signed) Jimin sold out the fastest and because of that has sort of become the rarest. I'm talking about the original ones right now (we will get to the others later) but first I think its important to point out the difference. The first ones came with a small badge of a members face and came inside of a black cardboard box

meanwhile the second came in a transparent box with no badge. Another difference is the second ones say hip hop on the front rather than bts

I'm honestly not sure how many of the 2nd were released but I'm assuming it was more since they go for much cheaper and a lot more are available. Anyways, the first ones are harder to find and are 500-1100 compared to the second ones costing as low as 60 or 100

Dark and wild Polaroids

i need the taehyung ones 🥹777 Polaroids were spread across first print albums and signed (a few aren't but thats a very small amount) Majority are solo, some are duo, very few are trio, and even fewer are full group (by even fewer I mean 2). Once again these are sadly nearly impossible to come across and if you do expect to pay about $1000 or more 🥲

Red bullet

Although I do see a lot of red bullet merch on here I feel like these two things are rare enough to be brought up. The postcard set goes from 180-500 (member pricing will be the death of me) and the poster set is 500. With the postcard set there was a total of 8 photos per member with 4 group photos making the total 60 photos.  The group ones are more rare because they were only included in the sets in Japan.

War of hormone pc

IDK WHY NO ONE TALKS ABOUT THESE THEY ARE SO CUTE 😩At the end of Hormone War Promotions, an Inkigayo fan meet was held and you would get 1 random pc but a few were signed and if you got the signed one you got all 8 pcs! If you want one of these your going to have to sell a arm and leg, they go normally for 1k. I did actually see a Jimin one for 600 but I would not expect them to be around that

No More Dream Pony Canyon Music Card

i feel like no one ever talks about this but every time BTS released a single in Japan, theyd hold a release event the first weekend after the single is released in Osaka and Tokyo. People who pulled winning lottery tickets from their cds got to attend the release event.  These normally included a Hi-Touch opportunity and a small performance. At these events, they sold music cards for their release. they always released 3 group versions of these cards some of which were signed. These tend to sell at around 70

Boy In Luv Pony Canyon Music Card

i haven't seen anything go up for these lately but last time I did it was 200 something. If your looking for the solo member ones though I see them a lot on ebay for about 45

Danger Pony Canyon Music Card

i don't really see the group ones for these either, but the member ones are typically about 80. If your interested in these types of pcs ill be making a separate post on them later!

while making this I realized it would make a LOT more sense to make this into smaller categories on different posts so ill be continuing this later! However if you have any questions in the meantime or need help trying to find were to buy things lmk (i check my messages very often 🫶)

[creation-help]

[trigger warning for passing mentions of murder... does that count as heavy content?]

could you review the design of my ace attorney ocs?

valerie n. toine used to be a rather successful defense attorney (look on the left with the sweater vest), but after losing a case while trying to defend her fiance who goes on to die in prison, she grows cold and bitter. she becomes a prosecutor (look on the right) and plots her revenge against the man who she deems responsible, which of course in the ace attorney universe means trying to murder someone and falsifying evidence while prosecuting the case. i really wanted her to look sort of romantic and lovecore-y overall, as love is a pretty big part of her story, but obviously she has to look well-put-together and somewhat imposing as well. and i wanted her younger self to look, well, younger and more sweet/care-free.

the second one is a bit of a self insert (and doesnt have a proper reference yet), his name is jack tryles, hes a law student who acts as phoenix wrights co-counsel for a while and who val ends up stabbing in an alleyway lol. he survives though, dont worry. being a self insert his design is kind of whatever i think looks cool than anything too based on his character/story, so id appreciate critique on more of a purely visual standpoint for him.

[Again mentioning that I'm not able to comment on anything regarding the Canon text here, as I'm not familiar with the ace attorney games beyond a pretty surface level]

Valerie N. Toine:

Lemme just say I'm very much enjoying the outfit design here, having her be lovecore aesthetically while her main conflict focuses on, ykno, love, is very cool! The fact that she has an engagement(?)/wedding ring in the Before version, while in the After version it's some other nondescript ring? Mwah. Also I just wanna say, the heart shaped buttons on the jacket, in the After version, wonderful detail. Though this all did make me wonder, what if the After version was more themed around like, heartbreak and grim lovecore instead of the positive kind? Not a criticism by any means, just my suggestion for if you wanted to make the change more dramatic (maybe like adding more black, deep red and wine colors, stuff like that). Depends on if you want a more artistic or realistic impression I think! However the After outfit (hair included!) is very good as is :] also I love how, in the small headshot, her hair is in a heart shaped bun.. Mwah. Again.

In my opinion the design has a good balance with not being too simple and not too complex, and despite what I said about the color scheme earlier I think you did great with darkening the colors on the After outfit, while still keeping energy from the first one. The lessening of white is a nice subtle touch, also, great color planning on your part for making the boots (2nd vers) the same color as her bell bottoms (1st vers)! Just a very cohesive well coordinated color scheme across both iterations. The glasses and the bow staying despite everything keeps a good bit of consistency.

I think you succeeded in having her look like someone to not be taken lightly (2nd vers. Obviously), she definitely looks very formal compared to the first version. More.. Angular, ykno? Mostly thanks to the clothes. I feel like maybe I'd also add something to her Person as well, to signify the change? Due to the art style ofc I can't know if you intended her younger self to look physically younger and springier (this is a reference drawing so I'm not judging that at all), but if not I highly encourage that!

Well put together - absolutely!

Imposing - hmm? I'm not saying she doesn't necessarily look imposing - she very well could depending on how she'd be portrayed visually but mostly, from comparing the two versions I moreso get a sense of "Professionalism vs. Chill and casual", and Mature vs. Carefree, ykno? The sharp shapes in her hair do well to further the more serious and imposing image but I feel like there could be a slight bit more, if you want her to look more intimidating. Unfortunately I'm not sure if I can quite put my finger on it. My overall opinion is that the design is Good, it works, it's cohesive, and I really can't reasonably come up with anything I'd seriously think should be changed. For a very subjective personal take, in my taste, I'd probably make it even more - dramatic, cartoony? Exaggerated?? But, that is all up to how you want to portray her. I personally like to get super into designing something unless I'm intending them to look plain or "normal" (human terms), however take this from someone who primarily does surreal or fantasy (and nonhuman) designs, haha. Really, I think this is great, skilled visual design and honestly I wouldn't say I'm extremely good at outfit design myself so, while adjustments or flavor details could be added - she totally doesn't need them! I honestly could've gone on more about the small details that change between the two versions but I'll just cap this off with saying Great work!

Jack Tryles (Can I just say that last name is so tasty in my mouth. Also is it a.. Pun? Like "trials"??)

Definitely a bit more visually busy, and although it could give off a more messy or chaotic impression I kinda like it. If we compare him to Valerie, she really does come off as very put together and composed. Not that he doesn't, though! Just by comparison.

The fullbody outfit has a fun combination of shapes that give it a good amount of visual variance. There is slight asymmetry with the positioning of the pins and other accessories but he still keeps a fairly professional image - just one that's lots more personalised and customised than Valerie.

I would say, maybe the jacket could also have pinstripes like the pants? I find it a small bit inconsistent with only one of them being pure black. It's not a huge deal to me though, and I'm moreso tilting my head at it than finding it a downside. Just makes it seem that the pants and jacket aren't a part of the same set, if you get me? Though that could also work to establish personality more, like many of the other personalized touches. I think for this design, he has just the right amount of accessories! Not too many not too little. I also love that the soles of the shoes are green! The color scheme is minimal, definitely more reserved, but imo it works for what it's trying to be - which is, I assume, a work outfit.

For me personally I think I might wanna break up the large areas of black, it's just on the cusp of being a bit too much of the same color next to each other but you can again take this as a personal comment. It's just what I think would make it more visually appealing, though I do like black! Maybe you could add a lighter tone of green somewhere?

Still, it works, it's interesting enough to look at, can't find much I'd complain about. Although I think the color planning on Valerie is a bit more engaging since there's more variety of different looking things (like with patterns for example) that still fit together. Still, no complaints as I said. I'm also not sure how much I'd feel appropriate commenting on him considering - self insert, which is meant to moreso reflect on you. I will say, they do look like they fit well into the same story so, good work all around in designing them both together :]

[tdp-fandom]

Favorite Ships Part 1 Discussion (2)

Shipping Poll Main Page · Full Ship List · Favorite Ships Results (Part 1) · Discussion (1)

Vote Breakdown

When asked about their favorite ships, most people filled all three available slots, while some only picked one or two. It was interesting to see a breakdown of these votes, since a ship that is listed as the only entry for favorite ship feels somehow more significant than a ship that is listed as third out of three. Then again, this may vary from person to person, as some people wrote a single ship because they don't care about shipping but didn't want to leave the field empty and some of those who listed three ships might ship them all equally strongly. Thus take the following table with a grain of salt.

The table below shows the total number of votes, the number of votes where the ship is listed as first out of two or three, as second out of two or three, as third out of three, or as the only entry.

(This table on Google Sheets)

I would like to focus on the first 8 ships. The table below shows the vote breakdown for Rayllum, Viravos, Janaya, Ruthari, Claaravos, Sorvus, Virrow and Terridia. Each cell is color coded accroding to how common the postion was among the voters:

We can transform them to percentages to make the data easier to compare:

(These tables on Google Sheets)

What we can see is that Rayllum and Claaravos are most common as only ship choices for their respective shippers, with the second most common option being the first position. Viravos is most common as the first choice out of two or three, with second choice and only ship being the second most common options. All three of these ships are the least common of all these ships to be listed in the third position.

Janaya and Ruthari as most common among their shippers as the second choice, and second most common as the only choice. However, they are least common as the first choice.

Virrow is most common as the second choice and Sorvus is most common as the third, but they're both second most common as the first choice and least common as the only ship.

Terridia, just like Sorvus, is most common as the third choice, but notice how much bigger the percentage here is. Most ships' most common position ranges between 37 and 46%, while Terridia was chosen as the third option by 58.3% of people. Its second most common position is second choice and it's the only ship that isn't anyone's first choice. There are, however, 8.3% who chose it as their only ship.

Here are graphs for each individual ship:

If we assume that being chosen as the only ship or on the first position out of two or three ships make a ship more important to the shipper (which, as I discussed above, is not always the case in reality), we can combine these two metrics and re-rank the ships accordingly:

The names in green rose in rank, the names in red - fell, and the names in black stayed the same. Ships with a red zero don't have any voted as only ships or first choice.

This is how ship vote percentage changes in that case:

Chart on the left: all votes Chart on the right: 1st position and only ship votes

(The table above and these charts on Google Sheets)

We can see that Rayllum immediately got a bigger chunk of the pie. Viravos, Claaravos and Virrow increased as well, while Janaya, Ruthari and Terridia decreased.

[tarn-ati0n]

Champion Lance, second try

Ok, 2 things

1. The past two days I was just rushing through the elite 4 with the coin amulet on to afford a bunch of healing items

2. Knowing that he starts with Gyarados I put Chocolate in front so that she could paralyze it and lower its defense

That being said, this time I fully intend to beat this guy

- I forgot the Gyarados also has Intimidate, but that doesn't really matter since I don't plan to attack with Chocolate. Let's hope Glare hits and she doesn't flinch

- she flinched

But Waterfall did only do a bit more than half of her hp, so she can take another one. I try Glare again

- Glare hit! But Chocolate has just 9 hp left so I either have to use a potion or switch her out.

I still want to lower it's defense, so potion it is

- Paralasys hits and I could heal without getting damage, I think I can get two or three Screeches in before switching

- 1st Screech hits, but so does Waterfall.

She can still take one more though, so I try it another time

- 2nd Screech also hits, but since the Gyarados could land another Waterfall I have to switch Chocolate out. She did her job though, Gyarados's defense is comparable with a wet piece of paper now. Switching into Pidgeot.

- Pidgeot gets in and IMMEDIATELY gets a critical Waterfall in her face. She's still standing, but in the red area. I'm going for Fly and hoping that it kills, because I don't want to waste all of my potions on his first pokemon

- FUCK it survived with just a small bit of it's hp left. A Dragon Pulse takes out Pigeot, and knowing that Lance will use a full restore I send Chocolate back in to Paralyze it again

- yep, used a potion and Paralasys went back on afterwards. He basically only has his hp left. Chocolate still has only 9 hp left, so I'm healing her and then revive Pidgeot

- Chocolate heals and the significantly weakened Waterfall really doesn't do much damage anymore. I was thinking about using Screech again, but I'm getting sick of seeing it's stupid blue face already and am just gonna Crunch it to death.

- two Crunches later and Gyarados is down. Lance already sends out his first Dragonite and I KNOW that thing has Earthquake. I wanted to switch into Pidgeot and realize that, Genius that I am, forgot to revive her.

It's at this point that I would like to formally apologize to my Pidgeot. For everything I put this Bird through.

Moving on, knowing that an earthquake is coming I choose my second best option, Sylt.

- Dragonite didn't use Earthquake and instead chose Outrage, which Crits and immediately takes out Sylt. Fuck this, I'm just gonna send in Atlas and let her handle it

- Ashley is in, I'm hoping she's faster but I highly doubt it. I'm taking a risk and use stone edge

- it hits and kills instantly. If fortune is on my side this is how the rest of the battle will go

- second dragonite, second time using stone edge

- second time hitting stone edge and defeating it easily

- last Dragonite, hopefully third time hitting stone edge

- wow, that's the three Dragonites done. I should probably feel a little bad, but considering what he did to me the last time we thought I think this is fair

- Charizard. Buddy, that thing is 4x weak to rock. Rock slide.

- now that Lance is on his last pokemon, Aerodactyl, ending it just like that is too anticlimactic for me. I'm healing Chocolate, as the unofficial Maskot of the team she deserves another spotlight.

- healed Chocolate, and the Aerodactyl used rock slide against me. It seems like it doesn't have any good moves against me.

I can't just switch into Chocolate like that though, someone needs to sacrifice themselves so I can get a clean switch.

My Choice is on Ashley, since Rock is super effective against her.

- Ashley got sent in, and the Rockslide kills her almost instantly. I use focus punch so she doesn't do damage to Aerodactyl. Chocolate can have this one

- Ashley is out, Chocolate is in.

As always I plan to use my usual bullshit, Glare-screech-crunch

- Glare hits but the rock slide did over half of Ashley's hp. I'm switching her out against Tectra, heal her, that switch her back in so I can get another Intimidate

- Tectra gets a slash in, and the Aerial Ace does almost no damage.

What if....

I use Rollout and see if Tectra can beat it? I mean, I love Chocolate as much as the next guy but I would also love to see Tectra win this battle.

Fuck it. Rollout. Now it's time to wait and see

- 1st rollout - critical hit and the Aerodactyl couldn't move

- 2nd Rollout- almost there

- 3rd Rollout - Lance uses a full restore

- 4th Rollout - Aerodactyl lands a critical Aerial Ace and defeats Tectra. But if Chocolate can land her Crunch she can win this.

- I send in Chocolate and immediately go for Crunch.

- unsurprisingly it's faster, but it's rock slide doesn't really do much damage. And now it's dea-

Huh?

Oh come on.

Fine. One more Crunch I guess.

- nope, Lance used another full restore. But at least this Crunch lowered its defense. Another Crunch

- Chocolate avoided the Rockslide. I'm not sure if one more Crunch can do it

- CHOCOLATE SURVIVED THE ROCK SLIDE WITH 7 HP! CRUNCH KILLS! THE FUCKER WITH THE RED CAPE IS DOWN!

[ragtimeunder]

Im really sorry to say this but this is some crackpot reasoning. I'll go through this whole thing point for point with my reasoning from left to right, top to bottom. There are some good points here. but there are also some... really really bad ones. we'll get to that.

I agree on the notion that mysteryman is likely Gaster. There's ample evidence for it. To make it short, FUN values for every explicitly Gaster related event contain at least one 6. there's a set of stats in the files for Gaster containing nothing but strings of 6 and -6. and entry 17-(labelled in files as room_gaster)-'s wingdings font has the in-game typer value of 666. Mystery room's FUN number is exactly 66. So its almost positively Gaster.

The fridge in the True Lab was certainly foreshadowing our future man-related escapades in Deltarune. much like ICE-E, don't forget, and Entry 17's "darkness". I don't know why its here though, there's no connection to Gaster, aside from just the true lab itself. but even then thats more Alphys stuff. Is Everyman tied to Gaster as well? actually thats kinda fun considering the next piece:

If man being in the name was enough to connect the mysteryman, and therefor Gaster, to The Egg Tree Man, then what about Everyman? He's probably not Gaster, as he looks nothing like the Mysteryman, the egg tree man could be either of these, but he cant be both, as neither can be the other.

...and now... and Im so so sorry to do this to you, but its time to fucking pick apart that jab about denial. because IM A MUSICIAN

These are transcriptions of Gaster's theme (blue) and Man.ogg (red) layered on top of eachother as best as I could manage. they have wildly different time signatures though, so it looks a bit janky. It should also be noted I transposed Gaster's theme to have a root note that matches the starting position of what I believe to be the 'Gaster's theme' part. I did this so comparing the notes they land on at different parts would be easier.

So, Gaster's theme is pretty simple. You start on the note you start on. then you go up by one semitone. the third note rises up high by a whole 7 semitones. then goes back down to the second note's position. rinse and repeat 4 times, then you transpose the switch things up by copying the whole bar and transposing down chromatically, meaning one note apart. There is some interesting stuff here with left hand section though. the bass line barely moves for the transposition. and the part that does move, it's 1st position, actually moves chromatically up instead. I didn't picture it here, but this chromatic stuff is really important looking at Another him. because another him moves multiple times, but always chromatically. In both cases, it helps provide this sense of dread or unease to the character, as notes one semitone apart from each other sort of clash. A famous example of chromatic notes used in this way is the JAWS theme. You can also here it in Undyne's overworld theme in Undertale.

Now... we get to Man.ogg... hoo boy..

so, we're off to a rocky start. instead of moving up by 1 semitone, we move down instead. then the 3rd position is moving up by 9 semitones. putting it 1 semitone over where this note would go if it were Gaster's theme. then instead of going down to match position 2 like every other version of Gaster's theme, we instead go partially down by 5 semitones. and from there, rather than returning and repeating. or at least looping to the same note as position 1 like Another him's walk iteration of the motif, we go up again, and do something completely different. Ah, but at least once thats done it transposes down and repeats, right??? except for the fact that its transposed by 2 semitones... remember how I mentioned how another him solidifies the importance of the chromatic movement? well two notes is, by the definition of chromatic, not chromatic. The baseline doesnt even do the moving by 1 semitone up thing. granted, thats less important, but with everything else that doesnt matter too much.

So yeah, they're not the same. And anyone who says otherwise isn't listening properly. I've been doing music for over 2 years now, and Andrew Cunningham, one of the first people I know to properly point out that this isn't Gaster's theme, went to college to study music. As far as Im aware it wasn't a full education, but you dont need a degree to look at the sheet music and see that moving down makes the song different from another that moves up.

That being said, upon closely analyzing this... it's... almost comical how close the song is to Gaster's theme without ever having the elements that actually make Gaster's theme iconic. Specific intervals are just one or two semitones off. Strange... that sounds a lot like a point Im about to talk about too. like some kind of reoccurring theme.

So now: getting back to being not a dick to a random person on the internet, time to talk about the best point here! The room between. It's similar structure and positioning. This is actually a really really good point. They're too similar to possibly be unintentional. Toby explicitly wrote this character's appearances to seem like Gaster appearances.

but he also wrote them to not contain any signature other than that. And I want to posit why that might be. Why would someone write an intentional parallel between two mysterious men?

Its interesting, The Egg Tree man's encounter almost matches mystery man's in Undertale, his theme almost matches Gaster's theme.

His speaking style almost matches Gaster's

(Yeah I went there. If you pay close attention the lack of G-Man-esque breaks every fewer words then usual that Gaster consistently uses tells me its someone else, and the use of phrases like "Well," and the flip-flopping between different states of being tells me its Egg Tree Man)

What could this mean? Im not sure exactly. Maybe he could be, like... an incomplete and imperfect piece of the Doctor or something, maybe he was a man with a similar fate, but otherwise someone completely different. idk, but I think saying the guy who brought us into the world of deltarune, who manipulated 2+ darkners into a madness that ruined their lives, and who literally uses the number of the beast as a calling card has any reason to hang around behind a tree and hand eggs to children while he waves at passersby in his car is maybe doing the character a bit of a disservice.

well that concludes the argument. I want to take a final moment to say that I agree with your statement about people not taking Gaster seriously. I've seen people try to say he's just a Red Herring. that we don't 'truly' know who the other him speaking to us at the start of deltarune is, and that we don't truly know if he's a skeleton, or if Mysteryman is truly Gaster. This all does him and his ominously written mystery a grave disservice. but there is an equal disservice in taking him for granted as well. There was a recent theory going around that Gaster wrote several of the Alphys entries in the true lab. Despite the fact that we know what his writing style looks like, we've seen one of his entries for crying out loud... This does a disservice to the legitimate character writing of both Alphys as WELL as Gaster, in favor of achieving a satisfaction with the 'lore'. It reminds me of FNaF. And I love FNaF, but no one should EVER try to write like FNaF.

My point I guess is that overcorrecting is still a problem for the same reason as underanalyzing. Because both are ignoring the consistently used points of evidence that make up the strings in this web. We know more about Gaster than we EVER HAVE. And I think we should act like it.

Sorry for the LONG LONG read btw. I'm extremely passionate about Dr. Gaster and media analysis as well. I hope I can properly sway you, because while I dont think you're wrong in your reasoning, I also think its missing a lot, and the conclusions I've reached just from laying this all out has opened up a whole new avenue of narrative potential for me, and I wish the same for you as well.

Rebleg to scare gaster obsessers (I am also a gaster obsesser but at least I have grown and learned what a damn calling card is) /LH

I was hasty to type out the thread so here's a few corrections:

Chapter 2's room between is room 150. I misspelled it.

Its spelled Seccom Masada.

[oddeyevibes]

Chapter 1 - We Only See Each Other At Weddings and Funerals

Summary

30 years ago, a woman named Deidre went into an unexpected labor and promptly gave the baby up. 30 years later, that baby is celebrating the death of the asshole that adopted her.

Warnings? Click here

On the 12th hour of October 1st, 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women were pregnant when the day first began.

Crown Heights, New York

October 1st, 1989

11:30ish

A young woman in her mid to late twenties sat next to the window of the Caribbean restaurant she frequented. The restaurant’s logo was on the window, blocking her face from the view of any passerby. She sat there patiently waiting for her order of Macaroni Pie with a side of fried rice. The same thing she always ordered.

The shouting of the staff and the music filling providing ambiance was nothing compared to the other world she was drowning herself in through the novel The Queen of The Damned. It was Anne Rice’s most recent work in her Vampire series, detailing the melancholic misadventures of several vampires as they contemplated the meaning behind their eternal existence.

“Deidre!”

A voice called out to her.

The woman--Deidre--looked up from her book to see one of the waitresses with her order, placing the styrofoam container in front of her.

“Thank you.” Deidre said softly.

The waitress nodded with a soft smile before leaving to tend to other customers. Deidre closed her book, leaving a corner of the page bent so she can find her spot later. She smiled down at her food, after a long day at work, she deserved this. She was never one to deny herself a little self-care.

Deidre took one bite and then she started to feel…weird.

There was a pain in her stomach and the intensity just kept building more and more. She looked down to see a sight she wasn’t prepared for, nor was anyone else in the restaurant when they turned to the screaming woman and watched as her stomach grew larger and larger.

It was like witnessing an accelerated pregnancy. Then her water broke. Everyone scrambled to get her comfortable and prepare for the birth of this…miracle child that grew in the span of like 10 seconds. Spare table cloths were used as blankets to wrap the bundle of confusion as she came into the world screaming. The anxieties were only made worse by the lights flickering in the store.

For all it was worth, the baby was healthy in every way. Of course, the news stations flocked to see their local miracle baby. 42 other babies around the world had been born on the same day in similar circumstances.

Of course, it was made even weirder when an old man with a monocle came to the apartment complex looking for the baby.

And there the baby was, swaddled in a soft faded red blanket. Deidre got nervous as the man leaned in closer to inspect the baby.

“A-Are you with the government?”

The man stood up straight. “Heavens no!” he proclaimed. “The child? How much do you want for it?”

“What?!”

“How much? I’m willing to pay whatever amount you wish for the child.”

Deidre looked down at the baby before looking up at the man. She sat there silently for a bit before she spoke again. “Any amount?”

Thus, that child was the 8th baby adopted by Sir Reginald Hargreeves and brought to the Umbrella Academy. When all the children’s powers began truly manifesting, The baby became the most useful to a team unit, being able to heal others with light.

Even though they were all the same age, Number 8 was looked at as the youngest because of her demeanor. To keep it simple, she was a crybaby. One that easily led with a few choice words and harsh stares. It was both a blessing and a curse.

She was later named by their “mom” to be Y/N Hargreeves. Then 17 years later, after the death of Ben, Y/N Hargreeves was the first to leave the academy. In the dead of night, when most everyone slept, she went to her and Ben’s special room and climbed out through the window and was never seen again.

The designated “baby” and healer was the first pillar to fall and soon after, all the others did too.

———✨————

30 years later

Club Galerie

“Well, that was certainly a show you put on, Y/N.” Mother Hera sashayed in your direction as you leaned against the bar, still in your performance attire…sort of.

“What can I say? I was born to dazzle~” You added a bit of flair as you flashed some jazz hands, white light softly emitting from your fingertips.

She chuckled as she patted you on the back. “I thought I told you not to take gift shots anymore?”

“Who am I to deny the people?” You slurred.

“Well, make sure you count your tips for the night before you pass out, sweetie, hmm?”

“Yesssss…mother~”

Hera shook her head with a smile as she walked behind the bar, flicking on the small television. The sudden bright light in a sea of dim had no issue catching your attention as you squinted at the screen.

The words “breaking news” plastered on the screen as a news anchor announced the death of eccentric and reclusive billionaire, Sir Reginald Hargreeves….your dear old dad.

You scoffed. “Holy shit…the bastard finally croaked.”

Hera crossed her arms. “Hmm…how you feeling?”

You were silent. “...I dunno…”

News like this should’ve had you through the roof. You’ve always hated him for how he treated you and the others. Of course, you had heard that the others eventually left the academy minus Luther but that didn’t surprise you.

So why didn’t it feel…good?

Why didn’t something in you feel fulfilled?

The bane of your existence was dead and you didn’t even feel a flutter happening in your soul.

“The fuck is up with that?” You muttered.

“Is there gonna be a funeral? Need some company?”

“Nah, with my siblings, it’ll be awkward as hell for an outsider to be in between that. ‘Specially if a fight breaks out.”

“That happen often?”

“Oh yeah. Mostly between Luther and Diego. No, I should go alone. Someone’s gotta be the first piss on the old man’s grave and I’ll be damned if it isn’t me.”

Mother Hera giggled. She remembers when she first met you. At first, it was here and there. Seeing you sneak into some of the clubs to watch the performers. You had such good etiquette too. Knew to tip them well during their numbers by watching everyone else do so.

Then, she started seeing you more and more. It hit her that you might be homeless, so she offered you a home. Ended up teaching you everything you know now. You never knew how much you needed a parental figure like her.

None of your other siblings would probably believe the amount of progress you made with your powers and their evolution. Hera had a different approach than your dad.

Of course, she didn’t know much about being one of the miracle children but she figured the same approach to parenting would work, and it did.

Now your “new and improved and untraumatized” self would be reuniting with your siblings. Well, minus Klaus who you had already been in frequent communication with AKA you bailed him out of jail, picked him up from rehab, and gave him a place to crash every so often.

Vanya, you called every few months to check on her but nothing more. Everyone else? Nah.

“Hera, I'm gonna be on leave for a bit.”

Mother nodded as she watched you sway out of the bar. She let out a heavy exhale. “Lord, that child needs all the help she can get.”

——✨——

“The world is a cruel place, Number 8! Filled with cruel people! And none of them will care that you’re a wailing child!”

——✨——

You were jolted awake by the cab’s sudden stop. Peering out of the window at the extravagant entrance to the academy. You were so smug about the idea of strutting back in there but now?

Nothing but dread as you stepped out of the vehicle.

“My darling~ Glowbug!”

You smirked, looking over to see Klaus in his usual eccentric attire with his usual walk like the ground was nothing but a seesaw.

Number 4 wasted no time in throwing his arms around you. Surprisingly, he didn’t smell too much like liquor but that was probably because he was intoxicated on something else.

“Klaus, please tell me why the rehab let you out?”

Flashing his signature smile, “I’m drug-free, babe. I was given a second chance at freedom.”

“Second chance? Klaus!” You tilted your head to the side in disbelief.

Klaus frowned. “Don’t give me that look.”

“What have you been on since you’ve been out?” You asked, putting your hands on your hips.

“Everything!” Klaus heard Ben yell.

“Nothing!” He responded, immediately turning around to hush his dead brother which earned an eyebrow raise from you.

“Are you still…talking to Ben?”

The spirit waved in your direction despite knowing you didn’t see him. “Tell her I said hi.”

“No!” He glanced back at Ben and flipped him off. “Just some annoying sidewalk spirit.”

“How’s the club? I miss mother~”

“Mother does not miss you or your unpaid tab.” You told him, walking through the doors with him trailing behind you.

Stepping back into the main hall was like stepping through a time machine. It didn’t seem like a single thing changed since you left all those years ago.

“It’s like…looking at an old picture.” Klaus mused. “Feels weird being in here and not hearing dad yell at us.”

You softly laughed. “I know, right?”

Like clockwork, you ascended the stairs and walked to your favorite spot, Mom’s gallery. A smile formed as you remember the days of just sitting there with mom. Quietly enjoying each other’s company.

She would be cross-stitching and you’d be trying to replicate the paintings on the wall, especially the woman she admired so much. If there’s any good that came out of this place, it’s that mom helped you find your calling.

“Y/N?”

You turned to see Luther standing there with a stunned expression. It wasn’t all that surprising that he seemed to have gotten bigger.

“Hey, bro. Long time no see.” You smirked in his direction.

“Y-yeah, it’s been…awhile. Wow, you look…”

You giggled. “Yeah, I know. I’ve been experimenting with my look, like it?”

He was silent for a moment. “Yeah, it suits you.”

The two of you stood there in silence.

“Is anyone else here?” You asked.

“Just Diego.”

“Oh yeah? And how’s our little *he-rago?”

“Still Diego.”

Luther came closer. “It’s really nice to see you again.” You backed up a bit. Why did you feel weird?

“Yeah…nice to see you too.”

He gave a curt nod before walking past you.

“Oh! Klaus is also somewhere here.”

Luther was about to say something but stopped himself, seemingly already exhausted with the idea of running into him before he continued downstairs.

“Jesus, you too?” A voice spoke to you in a cold tone. “First Vanya, now you?”

It was none other than Diego, decked out in black tactical gear. You scoffed.

“What bank are you about to rob?”

“Why did you even come back here?” He was not amused by your comment. “You were the first of us to leave.”

“Well, it’s nice to see you too, Diego. Thought you’d be happy to see me. After all our last words to each other—well…your last words to me were pretty harsh.”

“So harsh you couldn’t handle it and ran away.”

“Running away is so negative, I prefer pursuing greener pastures than letting that old fart sacrifice me like a goat.” Your words were laced with such hatred that it made Diego a tiny bit proud.

“So why are you here?”

You shrugged. “I figured we were all gonna piss on his grave…and I call first dibs.”

With that, Diego brushed past you and continued downstairs to the house. So far, reuniting with Luther felt weird but Diego felt just right.

When Ben died, Diego blamed you in a fit of grief for letting him die. You remember getting so pissed that you blew out his bedroom lights, leaving your mother to replace them.

Luther wasn’t as antagonistic towards you but you always despised how he chased after your dad’s approval even at the expense of everyone else’s well-being.

Maybe you were feeling empty that Luther wasn’t more pissed off at you? Maybe a part of you was itching to tell him off?

With a moment of quiet, you sat down on the ottoman mom always reserved for you. You’re surprised that your father didn’t order her to put it away. Maybe she waited for you, hoping that you’d change your mind and come back home, back to your chair.

You laughed to yourself. ‘That’s a stupid thought.’

“Y/N…it’s good to see you.” An English-accented voice spoke to you. It was Pogo, your father’s right hand. “It’s been so long.”

You flashed a weak smile. “Hey Pogo.”

He calmly approached you with the assistance of his cane. “I was unsure if you would come.”

You were silent for a moment before leaning back against the railing that the ottoman was pressed up against.

“Yeah well…your shitty dad only dies once…gotta bask in it while you can.”

Pogo sighed. He wasn’t surprised that even you were relieved and enjoying this in some way. Not that he could blame you or your siblings after the way Sir Hargreeves raised you.

“You were still so young when you left. Did you have any hard times?”

“Homeless for a little bit…” That answer hurt his soul. “Then Mother Hera took me in. She’s good people.”

Pogo nodded. “I’m glad to hear that everything worked out for you. I wonder, are you still pursuing art?”

“Yep. Once mom opened that can of worms, there was no stopping me. I’m a cabaret performer. Who knew I shine on stage with a little bit of…razzle-dazzle.” Again, your fingertips lit up.

Safe to say, it was your favorite little party trick. Normal humans ate it up every time.

“That’s good to hear that you found something you can be passionate about. Being a superhero…was always a rough life for you.”

A pair of footsteps were heard ascending the staircase. “Y/N?” You heard. You already knew it was Allison.

You turned to face your sister. She seemed shocked but also happy to see you standing there.

“You actually came?”

You didn’t even give her a chance to continue before harshly brushing past her and heading downstairs. “Later Pogo.”

——✨——

Luther had called a meeting in the lobby. You stood before Five’s portrait as you waited for everyone to file in. Each sibling took a seat while Klaus played in the bar.

“Um…I guess we should get started.” Luther spoke as he stood up. “So I figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown. Say a few words, just at dad’s favorite spot?”

You snarked. “Where? in hell?”

Allison looked at Luther in confusion. “Dad had a favorite spot?”

Luther nodded. “You know, under the oak tree.”

There was a brief moment of silence before the big man continued.

“We used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?”

Klaus sauntered over with a glass in his hand. “Will there be refreshments? Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner.”

“What? No. And put that out. Dad didn’t allow smoking in here.”

“What’s he gonna do? Rise from the grave to put it out?”

“Is that my skirt?” Allison asked Klaus, this caused you to finally turn to face everyone.

Klaus was, indeed, wearing a skirt.

“What? Oh, yeah, this. I found it in your room. It’s a little dated, I know,” he stood in the center of the room to lazily pose. “but it’s very breathey on the bits.” He joked.

“Listen up.” Everyone’s attention turned back to Luther. “Still some important things that we need to discuss, all right?”

Diego spoke up finally. “Like what?”

“Like the way he died.”

“And here we go.” Diego smirked in disbelief.

You sighed. “Luther, the elderly die from heart attacks every day, dad’s not special.”

Vanya nodded in your direction. “Are you saying it wasn’t a heart attack?”

“According to the coroner, it was.” Luther answered.

Vanya shrugged. “They would know, right?”

“Theoretically.”

“Theoretically?” Allison asked like she wasn’t believing what Luther was suggesting either.

You rolled your eyes. This was the aspect of Luther you hated. Always wanting to do a mile when your dad only wanted an inch.

“I’m just saying, at the very least, something happened. The last time I talked to dad, he sounded strange.”

“Oh, quelle surprise!” Klaus gurgled, earning a look of disgust as you went over and lightly hit him in the arm before sitting next to him.

“Don’t be gross.” You muttered to him.

“Strange how?” Allison questioned.

“He sounded on edge. Told me I should be careful who to trust.”

“Luther,” Diego stood up from his seat. “he was a paranoid, bitter old man who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles.”

“Bold of you to assume he had any to begin with Diego.”

“No. He must have known something was going to happen.” He turned to Klaus. “Look, I know you don’t like to do it, but I need you to talk to dad.”

Allison scoffed while you let out a loud exhale. Klaus groaned.

“I can’t just call dad in the afterlife and be like, “Dad, could you just…stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?”

You chuckled.

“Since when? That’s your thing.”

“Not when he's in a bad state of mind…” you let out.

“You’re high?”

Klaus didn’t even try to deny it. “Yeah! Yeah! I mean, how are you not, listening to this nonsense?”

“Well, sober up, this is important.”

You crossed your arms. “That’s now how drugs work, Luther.”

Klaus gestured in your direction, agreeing with you.

“Whatever, there’s also the issue of the missing monocle.”

Diego rolled his eyes. “Who gives a shit about a stupid monocle?”

“Exactly.” Luther turned to Diego. “It’s worthless. So whoever took it, I think it was personal.” He started looking at everyone around the room. “Someone close to him. Someone with a grudge.”

“Where are you going with this?”

“Oh, isn’t it obvious, Klaus? He thinks one of us killed dad.”

A wave of silence filled the room as everyone’s look of realization aimed at Luther, gradually replaced with a look of offense and shock.

“You do?”

There was more silence until you spoke up. “Pretty big claim coming from the one who never left dear old daddy’s side.”

“How could you think that?” Vanya was stunned.

Luther, being put in a negative spotlight, looked like he tried to find the right words.

Diego mocked him as he left. “Great job, Luther. Way to lead.”

Luther’s words were coming out broken. “That’s not what I’m saying.”

Klaus was the next to get up. “You’re crazy, man. You’re crazy. Crazy.”

“I’m not finished.” He tried to be stern with his words but that failed.

“Ok well sorry, I’m just gonna go murder mom. Be right back”

You and Vanya stood up, leaving the room together.

“That’s not what I was saying. I didn’t…”

Finally, Allison stood up and began walking out.

“Allison…”

He stood there alone. “That went well.”

——✨——

At first, you wanted to head right back to mom’s space but instead decided to a special place that you remembered vividly even after all these years.

You and Ben’s special place. Whenever the both of you wanted to just get away from everyone else. You always snuck off here. You stumbled upon it first. It was halfway painted, almost like it was meant to be another room for more students but it had long been abandoned since your father was only able to get eight of you, seven if you discount Vanya having no powers.

You and Ben didn’t even have to have long-winded conversations. You simply enjoyed each other’s company. He sat in a corner reading while you occupied yourself with doodling on the walls.

Sometimes you drew childish stuff like daisies and simple fairies, other times you created something so detailed and beautiful that Ben simply HAD to put down whatever he was reading and take it in.

Your fingers brushed against the wall of art as you strolled past. Finally, stopping at one specific drawing. It was a drawing of 8 crows sitting on a long branch.

“One crow for each of us?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“Even Vanya?”

You nodded.

“Wouldn’t it make sense for us to be…umbrellas?”

You childishly shook your head. “I don’t wanna be an umbrella. I like crows.” You continued filling in the color on one of the birds.

“Did you know a group of crows is called a Murder?”

“Really? Why? That sounds scary.”

“It’s because if you see a lot of crows in one place, it’s an omen of death. A lot of people are scared of them. Crows aren’t bad though. They’re smart. You know, they can remember human faces.”

You perked up at that fact. “Really?”

Ben smiled. “Yeah. They’re a part of the corvid family, they’re related to ravens. Also…crows are the symbol of a Celtic goddess called The Morrigan.”

“Did you read that from the library?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You should bring it next time.”

You smiled to yourself. You really did not want to do this to yourself but you never really had anything to remember Ben by. The nightmares that plagued you for 13 years.

Being in this room, it felt like a shell was dissolving from around you.

“Ben, I’m so sorry.” You spoke softly. “I should’ve been stronger. You only died cause I was holding you back. I was weak. It…it should’ve been me. You should’ve been the one to finally leave this place.”

Your forehead softly clunked against the drawing as tears began to flow.

Suddenly, you heard music playing. Even through the muffling of the walls, you heard it clearly.

You sighed. “Seriously?” You were unable to suppress the laugh that came out of you.

~Children behave~

You backed away from the wall, awkwardly swaying to the music as you closed your eyes and only focused on the sound. There was no pressure of performance like at the club.

And watch how you play

They don’t understand and so we’re running just as fast as we can

Holdin on to one another’s hand

You spun around the room like you listening to Stevie Nicks, lip-syncing perfectly to the song and having your music video moment in your head as you grooved your way towards the room door, exiting into the hallway with a skip over the threshold.

Tryin to get away, into the night

And then you put your arms around me and we tumble to the ground and then you say

I think we’re alone now

The hallway was completely yours. You were like a whimsical fairy, shuffling through the hall. Your facial expression matched the intensity of the song as you mouthed along with the words before you began strutting along the corridor.

There doesn’t seem to be anyone around

I think we’re alone now

The beating of our hearts is the only sound

When the drum synth came in, you started imitating a drummer’s movement, banging against the air on beat.

Look at the way

We gotta hide what we’re doin’

Cause what would they say

If they ever knew and so we’re running just as fast as we can

Holdin’ on to one another’s hand

Trying to get away into the night and then you put your arms around me

And we tumble to the ground and then you say

I think we’re alone now

Another spin that might’ve been too soon as you stumbled, catching yourself before easing back into the groove into the song with a run into a sloppy jete.

There doesn’t seem to be anyone around

I think we’re alone now

The beating of our hearts is the only sound

I think we’re alone now

There doesn’t seem to be anyone around

I think we’re alone now

The beating of our hearts is the only sound

*THUNDER CRASH*

The vibes immediately got put on hold as a crash of thunder caught you off guard with a mixture of heavy wind that started rattling the closed windows.

——✨——

All of you ran out into the courtyard to face a shocking sight. A blue ripple in the sky.

“Holy shit!”

“What is it?”

“Don’t get too close!”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“Looks like some sort of temporal anomaly….either that or a miniature black hole. One of the two.” Luther suggested.

“Pretty big difference there, Paul Bunyan.”

Suddenly, you were pushed aside as Klaus ran in front of you all clutching a fire extinguisher. “Out of the way!” He aimed and fired at the ripple before just chucking it.

“Really Klaus?”

“I don’t know. Do you have a better idea?”

Something started forming inside of the ripple causing Luther to push everyone behind him with Diego moving forward beside him.

“Get behind me!”

“Yeah, get behind us!”

“I vote for running!”

All of you watched as an old man appeared stuck in a screaming state. Only made weirder when his body began changing in front of you to that of…

“Five?”

“What?” Allison glanced at you before looking back.

The man…boy fell and the ripple closed. You all inched closer as the boy stood and confirmed what you thought. It was Five. The brother that vanished years ago…and he hasn’t even aged a day.

“Does anyone else see little Number Five or is that just me?”

You shook your head. “No…I see him too.”

Five looked down at himself before looking back up at all of you. “Shit!”

——✨——

All of you stood in the kitchen as you watched in awe as Five moved around making himself something to eat.

“What’s the date? The exact date.”

“The 24th.” Vanya replied.

“Of what?”

“March.”

“Good.”

“So are we gonna talk about what just happened?”

Five didn’t reply, pissing Luther off as he stood.

“It’s been 17 years.”

The smartass scoffed. “It’s been a lot longer than that.” He inched forward blinking past Luther.

“I haven’t missed that.”

It was Diego’s turn. “Where’d you go?”

“The future. It’s shit, by the way.”

Klaus perked up. “Called it!”

“I should’ve listened to the old man. Y’know, jumping through space is one thing. Jumping through time is a toss of the dice.” He finally looked up at everyone, specifically Klaus. “Nice dress.”

“Oh, well, danke!”

Vanya started questioning him next. “Wait, how did you get back?”

“In the end, I had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time.”

You were at a loss for words. “I didn’t retain any of that.”

“Cause that makes no sense.” Diego chimed in.

“Well, it would if you were smarter.” Five shot back.

Diego quickly stood up but was held back by Luther.

“How long were you there?”

“45 years. Give or take.”

Everyone inched in closer when Five replied.

“So what are you saying?” Klaus started. “That you’re 58?”

“Wow, you don’t look a day over a day over 13. What’s your secret?”

“Y/N, I don’t remember you being such a smartass. My consciousness is 58. Apparently, my body is now 13 again.”

Vanya was lost. “How does that even work?”

“Delores kept saying the equations were off. Eh. Bet she’s laughing now.”

“Delores?”

Five ignored the question and picked up the newspaper with their dad’s death on the front page. “Guess I missed the funeral.”

“How did you know about that?”

“What part of the future do you not understand? Heart failure, huh?”

Both Diego and Luther answered at the same time.

“Yeah.”

“No.”

“Hmm. Nice to see nothing’s changed.” The fifth Hargreeves then left the kitchen as Allison called after him.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”

“The circle of life.” He yelled back.

“Well…”

“Nice to see he’s still the same 17 years later.”

——✨——

You had all finally gathered outside in the courtyard. Rain was already pouring as you all were covered by black umbrellas, aside from Klaus and Luther.

The former going with a see-through Umbrella with a fuzzy pink rim and the latter opting to just take the rain as is.

Mom observed all of your sorrowful faces before speaking up. “Did something happen?”

“Dad died. Remember?”

“Oh. Yes, of course.” The expression she made as she was reminded stung.

“Is mom ok?”

Diego wasted no time in answering “Yeah, yeah, she’s fine. She just needs to rest. You know, recharge.”

Pogo came forward, looking up at Luther and giving him the go-ahead. Everyone watched in silence as Luther opened dad’s urn and poured the ashes onto the ground. It was as disappointing as watching a balloon deflate.

“Probably would’ve been better with some wind.”

“Does anyone wish to speak?”

No answer.

“Very well. In all regards, Sir Reginald Hargreeves made me what I am today. For that alone, I shall forever be in his debt. He was my master…and my friend…and I shall miss him very much.”

Everyone soaked in Pogo’s speech before he continued on.

“He leaves behind a complicated legacy—”

You scoffed and Diego had finally had it.

“He was a monster.”

Klaus chuckled.

“He was a bad person and a worse father. The world’s better off without him.”

“Diego.” Allison snapped, taking Luther’s feelings into consideration but also didn’t appreciate Diego’s desire to start trouble.

“My name is Number Two. You know why? Because our father couldn’t be bothered to give us actual names. He had mom do it.”

Almost on cue, mom spoke up. “Would anyone like something to eat?”

“No, it’s ok mom.” Vanya answered.

“Oh, okay.”

“Look, you wanna pay your respects? Go ahead.” Diego stepped out from the lineup, looking back at the rest of you. “But at least be honest about the kind of man he was.”

“You should stop talking now.” Luther warned.

“You know, you of all people should be on my side here, Number One.”

“I am warning you.”

“After everything he did to you? He had to ship you a million miles away.”

“Diego, stop talking.”

This was the anger and rage you had wanted to flaunt when you came back here. And yet, in the presence of Diego and Luther about to get into it, there was a part of you that felt uncomfortable. A part that wanted to shrink away.

You should be agreeing with Diego. Diego was mad at you though. As much as he agreed with how you felt about your father, he was still pissed that you left.

“That’s how much he couldn’t stand the sight of you!”

All hell broke loose as Luther pushed Diego back and swung. The latter ducking just in time. Everyone instantly backed away as Pogo urged the two to stop.

Diego just kept egging him on and on to try and hit him. Vanya pleaded with them to stop but to no avail meanwhile, Klaus had no issue with cheering for the fight.

Pogo shook his head and simply walked off as the scuffle continued.

You rolled your eyes. “Are you guys serious right now?” You spoke under your breath.

“We don’t have time for this.” Five walked off back into the house.

Finally, Luther charged forth towards Diego but the vigilante ducked out of the way, causing Luther’s fist to collide with Ben’s statue, knocking it over and causing the head to break off.

“And there goes Ben’s statue.”

With Luther distracted, Diego pulled out one of his knives. When Vanya noticed she shouted at him.

“Diego no!”

He flung the knife and watched as it sliced through Luther’s coat sleeve, slicing some of his flesh. That’s when the fight halted as Luther was too focused on the cut and stumbled inside, catching Diego off guard.

Vanya approached Diego. “You never know when to stop, do you?”

“…You got enough material for your sequel yet?”

“…He was my father too.”

Diego waited until Vanya went inside to go and get mom to bring her in. Leaving just you and Klaus. You were stuck staring at Ben’s fallen statue. Something to commemorate ruined because of your brothers’ stupid egos. For you, it all came back to your dad again.

The only reason you all were fucked up to this point was because of him. Even if Luther didn’t wanna see it. Diego was right. In your eyes, your father didn’t have a soft spot for any of you buried underneath that thick layer of harshness.

Klaus stood over the pile of ashes on the floor, kneeling down. “I bet you’re loving this. Hmm? The team at its best. It’s just like old times.” He took one last puff before putting his cigarette out in the ashes.

When he stood back up, he walked over to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder to guide you back into the house.

“Come on, Glowbug, let’s get you a drink. Best funeral ever, huh?”

——✨——

You knocked softly on Luther’s room door.

“Hey, Luther? You okay?”

……

“I’m fine.”

“Well, let me take a look at the cut, we don’t need it getting infected.”

….

“No, t-that’s ok.”

“Are you sure?”

“You should probably head home…or to bed, whichever, you can spend the night.”

Another bout of silence.

You let out a defeated sigh. “Alright, if you change your mind, I’ll be in my sanctum.”

You started walking off but the clicking of Luther’s door caught your attention.

“Wait!”

You turned as the door slowly opened. Honestly, the sight of big bad Luther peeking out like a scared puppy was adorable.

“Sorry.” He whispered.

——✨——

“You know, you’d think after all these years, I would be able to get rid of scars.” You joked as you hover your hand over the cut.

“Dad always said it was to remind us of our mistakes.”

“Yeah…I hated it.”

“I know.”

“You don’t have to be ashamed of being hairy, you know?”

Luther gave you a confused look.

“I assumed you didn’t want me to heal you in the first place cause you were ashamed of it. People are hairy dude. I’ve met a ton of hairy dudes and chicks. It’s a part of our biology.”

As much as he wanted to correct you, he didn’t want to potentially reveal his secret, so he sat there, silently watching the slit in his arm close as if that part of his body was being rewinded. He always thought the light accompanied the healing process as a means to hide the work. Maybe some people would be put off by watching their flesh mend in a way they weren’t used to you.

Wanting to move the conversation, Luther spoke up.

“You know…we were all worried about you…when you left.”

“Even Diego?”

“...Yeah, even Diego…in his own way.”

“Well…I managed. Got taken in by a nice lady.”

“That’s good to know.”

More silence.

“You know Allison told me she tried to stop you that night. Are you still mad at her?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? She tried to rumor me into staying.”

“Then you attacked her.”

“Who wouldn’t?”

“You know she was coming from a good place.”

“She was until she tried taking away my free will.” Your light dimmed. “Makes you question everything she’s ever achieved…even her marriage.”

“Hey! That’s a sensitive subject for her.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Boohoo Allison and her having to face people not finding her likable. Surprised it took her so long.”

You huffed as you stood up and headed for the door.

“Are you gonna be mad at her forever?”

“Maybe…get some sleep, big guy.”

You closed his door behind you, not even sparing a glance at Allison’s as you walked to your old room, closing and locking the door behind you. You used to get in trouble for doing so back then but with your dad gone, you didn’t have to hear his grating voice give you some dumb lecture.

You looked around your room, nothing really changed since you last saw it. All of your little pictures still hung up on the wall. Your dresser still had the same broken knobs and burn marks from when you took your volatile grief out on it. All of your little trinkets were still where you left them, even your old doll “Lucille” in all her chopped and mangled hair glory.

You picked her up and fell back on your bed, lying down with one leg dangling off the side as you fiddled with Lucille’s hair.

“Well, Lucille…the old man finally croaked…and I don’t feel any better. Why the fuck is that?”

——✨——

17 Years Ago

“This is Jim Hellerman, reporting live for Channel 2 News outside of the Capital West bank at Main and Sixth. A group of heavily armed men stormed the bank not three hours ago and took an unknown number of hostages.”

On the inside, a few of the bank robbers were keeping their attention on the tied-up hostages as their presumed leader entered the main area, ordering them to get the hostages behind the counter as he firmly held the phone to his ear, talking to the hostage negotiator stationed outside.

“Now you’ve put me in a position where I gotta do something I don’t want to do. Hmm?”

None of them seemed to notice the newest addition. A little girl in a school uniform wearing a domino mask. Even more so, no one noticed when she looked up to the lights around the room and held her arms out, a dim light emitting from her hands as the lights flickered out and briefly shut off for a moment before turning back on.

The thieves looked around for any sign of some cop entering the building as the boss spoke into the phone again. It would only be in jail when they realized it was one of the children that captured them that messed with the lights, allowing the others to make their stealthy entrance.

“You pull something like that again, we’ll kill one of the hostages.”

The negotiator justifiably was confused.

The boss of the gang didn’t notice the other little girl approaching him casually, standing next to him without a care in the world. She wore the same uniform and mask as the other one. When the man noticed her presence, he ordered her to join the other captives.

The girl looked down, mumbling something underneath her breath.

“What? What did you say?”

The little girl smirked, he had fallen right into her trap as she leaned in. “I heard a rumor…that you shot your friend in the foot.”

The man’s eyes went white as this new reality set in for him. Like a zombie, he pointed his gun towards his cohort who noticed just a bit too late.

“Hey, dude. What the hell?”

BANG!

The man groaned as the bullet hit his foot, the pain sending him to the floor as he accidentally set off his own gun, bullets piercing the glass window that four hostages took cover under. All of the captives began screaming as the boss of the group stared at his gun in sheer disbelief.

The muffled shots of the gun captured the attention of the cops and onlookers outside, everyone instinctively ducking in case a stray hit them.

“We just heard shots from inside the bank. It’s uncertain if any hostages have been harmed in that.”

The new cameraman’s attention went to the roof after a civilian pointed out someone walking along the roof. Of course, many of the people on the ground couldn’t see the person clearly with the reporter even suggesting that it might be law enforcement.

On the contrary, it was a boy wearing a masculine version of the same uniform that the two little girls were wearing along with the same mask.

Once the boy was in position, he jumped through the glass roof, landing right behind one of the thieves standing behind the counter. He grabbed him, slamming his head against the counter surface before effortlessly tossing him towards higher windows where everyone outside watched as the same man came crashing through and hitting the ground way below as everyone screamed.

“Looks like one of the armed robbers has been thrown from the bank.”

Back inside, another child came charging in. “Guns are for sissies. Real men throw knives.” He launched two knives in the direction of the robber and the little girl that rumored him. The thief instinctively puts an arm up as the avoid being stabbed in the face.

However, everyone was shocked to watch the knives turn, piercing through the suit of a thief holding a machine gun, sending him back against the wall.

“I’ve been in many hostage situations like this, and it can escalate very quickly.”

The children had the bald thief cornered as he stood atop the counter, aiming his pistol at the kids. “Get back now!”

“Hey, be careful up there, buddy.” Diego mocked him.

Allison joined in. “Yeah, wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

Suddenly another appeared, quite literally. “Or what?” He was extremely smug as the thief turned to aim the gun at him.

The boy blinked out of view as the thief fired a shot and missed. In frustration, he fired more shots with an angered yell. Five reappeared behind him with his arms folded. The man went to shoot him again however, his gun had been replaced with a stapler.

“Ooh! That’s one badass stapler!” He then pushed the stapler back and smashed it into the skull of the thief, throwing him back.

The thief stumbled a bit before passing out and falling back onto the floor.

“Although there’s been no activity for a few minutes, we’re gonna stay live on location to make sure we don’t miss anything in this hostage situation at the Capital West bank.”

Ben stood there nervous about what he was asked to do. You stood with Allison and Diego as Luther and Klaus urged him to take out the rest of the guys hiding within the vault.

Ben sighed as he entered the room. “I didn’t sign up for this.”

The crowd of onlookers watched on as the captives all frantically ran out of the building.

“Now we see the hostages. They--they’re free. They’re scared, clearly, but they do seem to be unharmed.”

You and your siblings watched through the tempered glass as Ben’s tentacles ravaged all the remaining thieves. The beast inside of Ben letting out an ear-piercing screech as the men inside screamed for their lives. Blood splattered everywhere as you watched limbs fly from side to side.

Finally, the noise stopped as Ben poked his head out, covered in blood from head to toe. His eyes scanned all of you as he let out shaky breaths. “Can we go home now?”

That was how your father decided to introduce the world to the Umbrella academy. You remembered every bit of it. The overwhelming flashes of light and the microphones being shoved in your face, causing your breathing to quicken. The only solace being Klaus and Ben holding your hand. Even though Klaus seemed to be fine, Ben was clearly ashamed of being covered in blood for the interviews.

When one of the reporters asked your father if he was concerned about your wellbeing, it piqued your interest. Your dad’s answer was a curt yes but his worries were overshadowed by the worry for the world. There was something about his answer that never sat right with you.

[desultory-novice]

Ever since finding out a Kirby cafe song compared him to a king(the king and witch’s rendezvous) I’ve been analyzing differences between magolors first phase(where he’s more restrained and elegant) vs his second phase(where he’s more desperate and doing more physical attacks) since he juggles in his second phase I think he goes from a “regal king” to a “desperate jester” ok this was mostly me liking magolors juggling attack he’s so cool I wish they added it in another game

I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS!

Like, first off, I love self-made king Magolor so much. I love the ambition in him, and how it plays into his design, HIS MUSIC and just...!

But yes! He's all blues and golds (!!) to start, but then he adds this really strong, really deep red into his outfit after the transformation? This is half-remembered info from old books about medieval history when I used to be really into it, but colors like red and purple were often associated with royalty just because the expenses involved/the challenge of dyeing it. (And he even has a teensy bit of purple in his regular outfit!) 

Also, the shape of his hood changes slightly! As tiny Magolor, it is literally a hood, but when he shifts into his 1st phase, it becomes more like a hat/cap, and the gear motif now circles around his head... JUST LIKE A CROWN. (Or coronet/circlet.) So he's doubly crowned. Him doing that to his hood (a personal crown, as opposed to a stolen crown) really gives you the feeling he's trying to transform himself and his image entirely.

...And then everything changes for his second form. Something I was planning on bringing up in my upcoming music post was how much I love the irony of the opening notes of "CROWNED." Like, I'm not great at describing music much more coherently than “I LIKE it!”, but the way the song starts out...it has this feel of an imperial procession/reveal, almost? Like you’ve got trumpets playing and the curtain pulls back and Behold! Here's your king!! Only...

...He's a MONSTER.

Or in this case, a clown.

A sad clown. A twisted marionette. A parody of a jester.

And...okay, I hope you know that by bringing this question up to me in specific, I was going to involve Marx in this discussion somehow, right? XD But I've been doing some thinking about elements of Marx in Magolor's second form.

Magolor’s more rounded now, instead of egg-shaped. The Crown gives him these ethereal, non-standard wings too.

The golden arms of the crown could be a call back to Marx's most unusual arms. And the horns, too. They look like a lot like a jester hat. (Actually, he looks like the character NiGHTS, who is also based around jester imagery.)

...The rest of the Marx imagery goes into HC territory so I’ll cut it here.

While everything Magolor does in his 1st form feels very purposeful (the intricate hand movements) he acts more slow and confused in his 2nd form.

I end up defaulting to Magolor Soul a lot when talking about Magolor, so I want to take a moment here to look at the differences between Magolor Phase 2 and Magolor Soul.

There’s the zombified look of his Soul body, the crown’s constricting tendrils turning into thorns (that’s another Marx parallel, btw, as Marx uses roses) and the color of the gem, but one of the more subtle changes, yet one of the most telling, is that his magic sigil differs between the two forms. Soul has a unique magic sigil, polygonal and static (indicating Magolor’s kinda...GONE) but Phase 2 still uses Magolor's personal magic sigil!

You get the feeling that maybe...Magolor may still be in partial control during Phase 2...? That while Soul is absolutely the Master Crown taking him over from the inside out, Phase 2 was more like...a baleful polymorph?

I think back to that blink he gives in particular. When he opens his eyes right as the form shift happens? It's definitely haunting in Soul form, but in Phase 2, it really does feel like for a second, Magolor may be thinking: 

"Oh, phew! The fight's not over! Man, I was sure worried when the Crown started to get all explodey and...Uh...Hello...? What's going on? Why do I look like this? What the...? Uh... What's going on with me...?"

Like, he is likely still being controlled to some degree, but I feel he has a bit more of his consciousness involved in the process in Phase 2? Ever so slightly more comical (comedy-horror) even... only it’s at Magolor’s EXPENSE. 

(...Whereas I tend to imagine Magolor’s thoughts in soul form boil down to incoherent and wordless screaming, crying, and pleading for help/mercy/or someone to end it all. Err....A-ahem! I-I said nothing...)

So yes, Magolor is kind of turned into a “fool” which makes the juggling really TWISTED when you think that he may be trying to do anything else with his hands (say, kill Kirby and co.) and the Crown is like "Wheeeee! Fun with host body!"

Alternatively, since Magolor never had any friends (not confirmed but one of those generally accepted HC things) the Crown is either playing WITH HIM like a toy or "using" him to play with Kirby and the others. (The “playing with him” thing could work well with “the Crown possesses part of/a Void’s consciousness” theory, since Void also has these “playful” attacks.)

The Soul fight is horrifying for lots of reasons (rotting/hurt imagery, the dying scream, etc) but Phase 2 may be horrifying in a completely different way. Magolor is being MOCKED by the Master Crown. Literally made a fool of.

And since he's still implied to have some consciousness there, you can bet that the self-conscience Magolor probably is feeling like a “desperate” jester!

Which is probably why he doesn't reuse the juggling attack later on! The twin Ultra Swords? Very cool. Everyone can respect that. 

That time the Master Crown made him embarrass himself by juggling in front of Kirby and crew when he just wanted to be king of several dimensions...? 

...No. We don't talk about the juggling...

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BTW, I still don't know anything about music, but I ran across this song by chance and my brain said "...potential Magolor song...?" so I’m sharing it with everyone. (There’s self-made kings, mountains, doubtful survival, and eyes involved! That's at least some Magolor imagery!)

[yandere-daze]

Not a request!!! Just a thought;

But will you ever consider writing a full on one-shot of the self aware enstars au? I’ve been reading some of your discussions about it and it’s low-key interesting …I love your work as well so I’m interested in reading your interpretations on it! Because in a lot of yandere stories, it mostly relies on dialogue to tell us all about the character and plot of the story. There’s also physical descriptions of actions which is made very clear cut and just generally straightforward that it is a yandere story. Which I feel like it’s easy to lose interest on such stories because you can usually predict how it’ll go. There’s also the entire POV thing, wether it be 3rd, 1st, or 2nd, I feel like you could use each of these perspectives to throw the readers in a loop. Wether it be being vague to the point everyone is always switching the blame, red herrings with false implications, etc. And I think it’s kinda hard to feel the scary aspect of a yandere story when it’s clearly in front of you. There’s not a lot of room for interpretations for it. I usually like reading a story that’s more “show don’t tell” vibe when it comes to yandere, because as a reader you also feel unnerved not knowing the characters…but they know you, don’t they? But you don’t have to know that yet, don’t lose you head over it silly…It really starts to make you question intentions, second guess, and having to re read each paragraph to find any foreshadowing. Hell, maybe you start to go crazy as well.

Which is why I like the idea of a self aware au, you’d probably just find yourself outright denying everything. That the game is iffy and is worth deleting (aka more complications) or you’d full on always blame the lag or a bug. But specifically self aware au where the mc gets transported into their world, it’d be 100% more harder, considering having to adapt in a new world and slowly realising your entire existence. I feel like it can slowly spiral to an unhinged mc that’s just succumbing to their reality, losing their marbles while at it, and bunch of dudes go crazy for them.

But what do you think of how the mc/reader would react? In a self aware au setting, I think there’s many possibilities and each oprutunity can lead up to some spicy drama lol…

Ps. I love your work! You’ve really worked hard and I hope it continues to pay off! Hope you have a great day <3

First of all, thank you for the very thorough ask, I love seeing what you guys think about certain aspects!

To answer your question, I'd definitely be up for one day writing a one-shot centered around the idea of the yandere self-aware au! All it comes down to is me suddenly getting a good idea on what I could write. The way I go about writing scenarios vs headcanons or rambles is pretty different

For headcanons it's usually good enough to simply start with certain ideas and then it kind of develops from there because I get more ideas as I'm writing and the structure of headcanons or rambles allows me to simply add on any ideas I just had without disrupting the "flow" too much

With scenarios, I usually like to plan out most of what happens beforehand. So I have a certain idea and the steps of what needs to happen in order and at what conclusion I want to end it all on. I can still improvise some of the dialogue or smaller parts but usually I have an outline I need to follow so it all makes sense because it's like an actual story you read from beginning to end that needs to follow a single flowing narrative

It's a lot more work and I need a better idea of what I want to write about, which is why it's usually rarer for me to post a scenario, it just takes a lot of time compared to headcanons.

What I mean to say is that I'm open to the idea of writing a one-shot for the Au, I'm just waiting for the day where an idea suddenly appears in my head and I know exactly what to write. So it may take a while to get to that point but it's definitely not out of the question!

I'm also a fan of "show, don't tell" and subtle foreshadowing and I like trying to incorporate some of that into my writing, though I don't know if I always succeed at that. I particularly throwing in a line and repeating it in the end where it has a different meaning djdjd The "unknown" parts are what keeps me on my toes as I read a yandere story. Of course, having read a lot of these stories over the years you start to get a certain feeling for tropes that might appear so I'm genuinely impressed when something manages to surprise me. I love the slow realization of all the hints the author dropped in the beginning and that it didn't just come out of the blue.

The reader being unaware of what is actually happening, only being able to guess is really interesting and you're right when you say that a self-aware au lends itself well to that!

I feel like no matter how much I think about this kind of AU and how suspicious it would be for a new line to appear or something of the like, irl I would never realize something like that would be happening to be honest djdjdj Like I would sit there and be like " I guess they added a new campaign :)" or think it was some sort of glitch. Knowing of the tropes in writing would not help be in actually realizing the problem if I were in that exact same situation, so I can't blame the readers in these scenarios that only think the app is acting up or something. We as the actual readers might be aware that it's yandere related but no one would actually believe that if they were in the same situation

So yes, the game starts glitching and ominous things happen and yet the player is not aware at all. You just know something is happening but you don't know *what*

But really, imagine something like that happening to you and you're suddenly in the enstars world, you would be so disoriented and scares as hell💀 Like, how would you even get out of there?? How did you get there in the first place?? What is going on??

You'd be so stressed that you'd have an even harder time picking up on any unhealthy behaviors from the characters, too distracted by the fact that you're somehow talking to a living, breathing game character.

Like

Mika: "Oh I'm so so glad to see you! I don't deserve to be in your presence but I would do absolutely anything for you! Just say the word and I will get rid of anyone that bothers you because I love you so much!!"

You: Is that Mika Kagehira from the hit mobile-game Ensemble Stars! Music and Basic, available in the appstore and Google play as well as in qooapp? Oh my god

Like, you're just in utter disbelief that any of this is happening while all the characters go bonkers because you're finally with them. I can definitely see you slowly losing your mind because it's all so surreal and you don't know what to do or who to trust

[chudleycanonficfest]

Sorry, they're maroon

Day 18, Story #2 is by @Heavensquill

Title: Sorry, they’re maroon Author/Artist: HeavensQuill Pairing: Harry Potter & Ron Weasley Prompt: Brother from another Mother Rating: K Trigger Warning(s) (if any): None

Summary: Ron Weasley's willingness to share with Harry Potter started early, on their very first night at Hogwarts.

Hogwarts: 1st Year

  “They found their beds at last: five four-posters hung with deep red, velvet curtains.” -  Rowling, JK. Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. Chapter 7 - The Sorting Hat, Page 93

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  The five young Gryffindors were all extremely grateful that they did not have to carry their trunks up to the seventh floor, each of them panting slightly from their climb with full stomachs. They wheeled their respective trunks away from the centre of the room and set about picking their new beds. 

  Neville Longbottom chose the bed furthest to the right, his rounded bottom currently poking out from under it, where he could be heard searching once again for his lost toad. 

  “Come back Trevor, I can’t reach you under there!”

  Sandy-haired Seamus Finnigan opted for the bed furthest to the left. He placed his trunk down at the foot of the bed, looked nervously around the room, jerked his thumb to the nearby bathroom door and muttered,

  “Weak bladder, boys, hope you don’t mind. Makes it easier to go in the night.” He launched himself backwards into the comfortable four-poster bed with a groan of satisfaction, then got back to his feet and retreated to the bathroom.   

  Dean Thomas took a little longer to contemplate his choice. The tall dark-skinned boy—who was even taller than Ron Weasley—walked between the three remaining beds while running a hand across the foot of each as he muttered to himself. Eventually, he straightened up and heaved his trunk to the bed next to Seamus’ before he, too, flung himself face-first into his bed with a yell of satisfaction. 

  Harry took in his surroundings and tried to process the events of the day. How could someone gain so much in a day? He had gained a new school and home, a new bedroom, roommates, peace away from the torment of the Dursleys, and best of all, a best friend. He looked over at Ron Weasley and smiled as the lanky ginger contemplated between the two remaining beds that had yet to be occupied by the new cohort of first-year Gryffindors.

  “Left or right, Harry? Your pick,” offered the ginger-haired boy, a warm smile on his freckled face.

  A little startled at being given the freedom of choice for once, Harry contemplated between the two beds, before deciding on the left one. They began to wheel their trunks over, but unfortunately for Ron, one of the wheels on his trunk appeared to be broken, and it scraped noisily across the ground as he heaved it behind him. 

  At that moment, Seamus Finnigan had re-entered the room and clapped his hands for their attention. 

  “Shall we uh...get ready for bed? I noticed the bathrooms have stalls, I...uh, think I’ll change…” he trailed off weakly, an embarrassed blush creeping up his face. Rather than continuing, he simply grabbed his wash bag and pyjamas and darted into the bathroom once more, uncomfortable at the prospect of changing within a shared dormitory. 

  Neville Longbottom looked like he, too, wasn’t yet comfortable with the prospect of getting changed in front of others, so he too jogged to the bathroom after Seamus, before returning a second later. 

  “I uh, forgot my things…” He whispered, before retrieving his wash bag and clothes and returning to the bathroom. 

  “I guess I’ll just go in the stall, too. I always change in the bathroom at home anyway,” Dean Thomas said, leaning into his trunk to withdraw what he needed. 

  Ron had finally managed to get his trunk to the foot of his bed and yanked out a tatty pair of tartan pyjamas and a toothbrush before rushing off into the bathroom. Harry looked around at the empty room and figured since he was alone in here, there wasn’t any reason he couldn’t change where he was. Removing his shoes and socks and placing them at the side of his bed, Harry walked over to the shared mirror in the room and pulled his new wizarding robes off over his head, attempted to flatten his messy black hair, and then changed. He was now wearing an old blue t-shirt and torn baggy jeans. Yawning, he walked over to his trunk, pulled out his toothbrush and entered the bathroom to brush his teeth.

  ✽

  After changing and brushing his teeth, Ron was the first one to re-enter the dormitory and excitedly clambered into his new bed. He was finally at Hogwarts and Harry Potter was his friend. What a day. He looked up to see the spectacled boy walk back into the room and climb into his bed. Confusion took a hold of Ron, Harry was wearing a t-shirt and old jeans to bed. Why hadn’t he changed into pyjamas or something more comfortable?

  “Is...Is that what you’re going to sleep in?” he asked Harry tentatively, hoping he hadn’t sounded rude. 

  Harry shrugged, “It’s what I always wear. They’re my cousin Dudley’s old clothes. I don’t...don’t have pyjamas or anything else.” A tinge of sadness was in his voice as he pulled the covers back over himself. 

  Anger and sympathy rapidly bubbled up inside Ron, and he felt his fists clench on his bedsheets. How awful were Harry’s Muggle relatives? How could they not give him any pyjamas or even proper clothes? It sounded as though they were cruel to Harry, and it was shameful. He looked over towards his friend, who looked even smaller than he already was if that was possible. Making up his mind, Ron jumped out of bed, yanked his trunk open, and rummaged around inside. 

  “Aha! Found it!” Ron said, triumphantly brandishing a balled-up wad of clothing in his hand. 

He stood up and made his way towards Harry, a large red blush creeping up his neck. He held out the tangled mess of clothing towards Harry and said.

  “Here, try these on. They were always a little small for me, but they’re in good condition and—and I want you to have them.” He smiled at Harry, a look of tenderness and hope in his blue eyes. Harry reached out with trembling fingers and took the bundle of material from him.

  “Uh, thank you. Are these...?” He was stuttering slightly, not sure of what to say.

  “Pyjamas? Yeah. For you, from me.” Ron finished, rubbing the back of his neck.

  Harry smiled at Ron, a look of affection on his face, and took off into the bathroom to put them on.

  Ron felt proud of himself for causing the look of happiness on Harry’s face when he had accepted the pile of pyjamas from him. He feared that maybe his old pyjamas would not be appreciated or wanted. He was glad to be wrong, and now he just had to wait for Harry to change and come back out. 

  One by one, the other boys stepped out of the bathroom in their pyjamas and climbed into their respective beds. Harry, however, had not yet emerged from the bathroom and Ron was getting a little worried. Did he not like them? Did they not fit? Was he disgusted by them? Ron was just about to walk over towards the bathroom when the door swung open and Harry stood there grinning, clad in the pyjamas from Ron. He immediately made his way over, his smile growing wider and wider.

  “Thank you. They’re amazing and so comfortable!” Harry said in a hushed voice. 

  “No problem, mate. Anytime.” Ron replied, an equally wide grin on his face.

  ✽

  The five Gryffindors all settled into their beds, blew out their candles and eventually, a low rumble of snores could be heard throughout the circular dormitory. Only Harry and Ron remained awake. Earlier, Harry had hoped to slip into bed without anyone noticing his sleeping attire. The Dursleys had never quite clothed him properly, he had always been given Dudley’s old clothes, but they never quite matched his needs or physical appearance. For a brief moment, he feared Ron would mock him for his clothing, but he had something amazing and kind instead. 

  “Ron?”

  “Yeah, Harry?”

  “Th-Thanks again for the pyjamas. I really appreciate them, I’ve never worn any before.”

  “Honestly, mate, say no more about it. They’re yours now, and besides, I’m glad they have someone who fits into them, they come up to my shins! Lucky you’re so short.” He let out a soft chuckle. “Goodnight Harry.”

  “Goodnight Ron.”

  With a deep sense of happiness, Harry rolled over in his bed and was drifting off to sleep when Ron spoke once more.

  “Harry, I’m sorry they’re maroon.” 

  Smiling to himself, Harry felt the weight of sleep overtake him, his last thought as he drifted off to bed was that maroon wasn’t such a bad colour, but today it was nothing compared to the colour orange. 

[cthulhuliet]

Hi hi ~~ big fan of your Lawlight work * chef kiss * So, if it serves to inspire you I got this little idea! NSFW A huge hc of mine is that Light loves L reading for him with that hot British accent of his, like come on, L`s dubbed voice with a brit accent??*agressive chef kiss* SOO imagine Light resting his head on L`s lap while L is reading to him and things get lewd in the novel :D maybe things coul get lewd in reality too 👀👀 oh, and another hc of mine is that Light rides D like a pro so ... maybe something with both? if you'd like 👉👈 No pressure at all tho!

Thank you so much for your kind words :') I am a fan of your Lawlight work as well, and even though it took a two weeks or so (my bad) I really hope you enjoy! (it also, as always, turned out to be a lot longer than I meant it).

close your eyes and imagine it

3.1k words | AO3 Link | warnings: explicit content, general kink, you know the drill

Most of the dreams were incomprehensible nonsense, and L had just about given up on the month of April when he saw a long entry that made him pause. His eyes widened at the contents. “Huh.”

Light shifted a little bit to make himself more comfortable, eyes only half open, “Hmm? Find something interesting?”

“I am in this one. Did you frequently dream about me?”

There was a beat, and Light responded coolly, “I cannot remember specifics. Hence, the journal.”

L hummed, a small smirk Light could not see grew on his face, “Well then, I will read this one out loud for your benefit.

OR

The one where Light discovers a dream journal he had written during the Kira investigation and can't help but be embarrassed by L's role in his fantasies. L, of course, does not mind. -

“A dream journal?” L questioned. He closed his laptop and Light smirked, raising an eyebrow, holding the notebook in his hands. L crossed the room and took the journal from Light, “Where did you find this?”

Light shrugged, “On my bookshelf with a lot of my other textbooks and such.”

“How old is this?”

“Was in my late teens, I suspect.”

L flipped through the book idly, Light’s neat handwriting was pleasant and clean compared to L’s own scrawled and messy penmanship. The pages slightly stuck together, as the old notebook seemed to have not been touched in years. L stopped at a page and briefly read the contents and looked at the date, before his own eyes widened.

“Hang on, this is during-”

“The Kira investigation? Yeah.” Light’s slight smirk turned into a large cheshire. “I figured you might be interested in reading what I wrote.”

L bit his bottom lip, looking up at Light, one eyebrow raised, “Does the Death Note still give you nightmares to this day?”

Shrugging, Light came up to L and looked over his shoulder at the notebook, “I mean, sometimes? But I also believe that having nightmares is just a part of being a person.”

“Or you have become so numb to your own murderous tendencies the nightmares do not affect you that much anymore.” L muttered, just loud enough for Light to hear.

He did hear him, of course, and he retaliated by shoving L hard enough for him to fall backwards onto their bed. Light socked L on the arm when he flopped down onto his back as well as L went to read Light’s journal to himself.

“Leave me alone, Light, can’t you see I am busy?” L teased, which earned him another hit on his arm, “You are being bothersome.”

Light crossed his arms, now sitting next to L laying down on the bed, “Those are my dreams, you are not reading without me, obviously.”

“Well then lie down so I can read them to you.” Light was the most frustrating man that L had ever been with. He wouldn’t have him any other way.

L sat up and rested his back against the headboard. Light assumed his usual position and rested his head on L’s lap. L idly put his hands through Light soft brown locks, twirling his soft hair through his fingers.

This was not an unusual position to find the pair in. Light often requests that L read to him, the other man finding the restrained but smooth baritone of L’s voice to be incredibly attractive, but also incredibly calming to listen to. It is not the first time his voice has been complimented, and it certainly will not be the last. Sayu has told L multiple times that he should become a voice over actor. He politely declined. The rest of the people do not matter, really. The only praise he needs is when Light humbly hands him a book he reads before bed, and falls asleep to L’s voice quicker than any amount reading on his own.

“‘ April 1st, 2004: I was present for class at To-Oh university, however we were all forced to give a presentation about when we believe all of our classmates will die and why. This was a horribly dark and drab lecture hall, and I had forgotten my cue cards about why Sakurano Mari was going to die due to dementia .’  This is not exactly a fun read.”

“It was not exactly fun to think about either.”

“I am going to find a different one.”

L used one hand to run his fingers through Light’s hair and the other to flip through the journal, skimming through the contents. Most of the recounts were incomprehensible nonsense, though there is no judgement to be had there. Whenever L does sleep, most of his dreams are disconnected fragments of stories -- feelings and emotions rather than a complete narrative.

L had just about given up on the month of April when he saw a long entry that made him pause. His eyes widened at the contents.

“Huh.”

Light shifted a little bit to make himself more comfortable, eyes only half open, “Hmm? Find something interesting?”

“I am in this one.”

“Are you?”

“Did you frequently dream about me?”

There was a beat, and Light responded coolly, “I cannot remember specifics. Hence, the journal.”

L hummed, a small smirk Light could not see grew on his face, “Well then, I will read this one out loud for your benefit:

“‘ Damn that Ryuzaki. He is plaguing my thoughts not only during the day, but I cannot even escape the damn bastard in my dreams’, I love you too, dearest ,” L sardonically snided. Light pinched his thigh , “ ‘Last night's events were particularly egregious, as this is not the first time something like this has happened, but I feel mortified even writing this down. Though, maybe if I recount what happened (like with the nightmares) these dreams will go down in their numbers.

“‘Ryuzaki and myself were in the library studying next to one another. I was eating a biscotti with tea. As it was in my mouth, Ryuzaki came up and bit off the end of my biscotti and just chuckled at me. I wasn’t sure what to do or say, but I just know I felt really hot an -’”

“L…” Light gripped his thigh dangerously, “What are you doing.” It was phrased as a question, but Light said it as a command. He ignored him. Light was never the one to give out commands anyway.

“‘ I cannot remember much but the next moment Ryuzaki’s lips were on my neck. Everything was fuzzy, but I could feel him biting marks into me and was teasing me by grinding against my di- ’”

Light growled, “I’m taking this away from you. Now.” He moved to sit up, but L’s hand was still in his hair. L gripped his roots harshly and shoved him back down. Light whined at the action, swallowing hard.

“You are not going anywhere.” That was a command, and Light took it as such.

“This is mortifying…” Light muttered against the mattress, his speech breathy.

L hummed and pulled Light’s hair up, forcing him to look at him, “I disagree.” He lied. “You are going to be good and listen to me read this whole thing.”

Light laughed, cocky, though his eyes were glassy with flushed cheeks, “Oh yeah? Or what?”

“Or how about I get to come and you don’t, hmm?” Light opened his mouth and closed it again, face flushed with shame. L let go of his hair and Light buried his head in L’s lap. L smirked and chuckled, “You are so adorable, all blushy and embarrassed…” Light whined at that, running his fingernail down the inside of L’s thigh.

“‘ This is not the first time this has happened, though I have to admit, it was the best incident. Even hazy, I had never felt that sensitive and stimulated. I just wanted to stay like that forever.’” L had one hand on the book, the other held a distracted, but firm, grip in Light’s hair, who was presently biting his lip and running soft strokes over L’s cock. “‘It was even better when I got to put my mouth on Ryuzaki. I have never sucked a dick before, so my brain could only supply what it imagines it feels like, but it was not even that that made it so good. Ryuzaki would hold my hair tight and look down at me while I was on my knees. He kept telling me that I was a slut, but that I was doing such a good job for him. Even before this I thought Ryuzaki had such a nice voice, I wish I could hear him more…’ You think my voice is nice, huh?” L asked, keeping his voice level, as Light’s feather touches became firm palming.

He groaned again, “Tch, shut up.”

“No.” L pulled him by his hair, forcing Light to look him in the eye, “I think it is time you shut up.” In only a few seconds, L manhandled Light and dropped him to his knees on the floor at the edge of the bed. L sat at the end, grabbing the journal with one hand and undoing his jeans with the other. “How many times have you sucked dick since writing this? Hundreds?” Light finished the job of removing L’s pants and underwear, his cock standing erect in front of him, “C’mon cock-slut, show me what you got.”

Light eagerly took L in his mouth, expertly utilizing his tongue on his head. L closed his eyes and tried to not become overwhelmed by the sensation. He opened his eyes to see Light’s cocky doe-eyes staring back up at him.

“What was it that you dreamed of? My hand tight in your hair, fucking your mouth, telling you you’re being a good slut, right?” L asked, rhetorically as he returned his hand to harshly grip Light’s locks. He slowly moved Light’s head up and down, spit dribbled out of the corners of his mouth. Light’s face was blood red with humiliation and lust, it was perfect.

L bit his lip as Light took him all the way down his throat, refusing to be the one to break first. He picked up the journal again, eyes focusing and unfocusing on the work in front of him. “‘ Ryuzaki kept calling me good boy, telling me I was taking him so well, and never had anyone ever made him feel as good as I was. I felt so overwhelmed. I had never felt such extreme desire for anyone, but I think at that moment I would do anything for him.’ Do you still want to hear all that? Still want me to call you a good boy, and tell you you are taking me so well?”

Light groaned around L’s cock, the vibrations from his throat sent a shiver up his spine and L suppressed a needy whine on his end. After years of doing this, Light knows exactly how to push him to the very edge-- to give him so much and yet not enough.

“‘ My memory gets a little fuzzy here, but Ryuzaki laid down on the desk, and he grabbed me by the thighs so hard I think I would have had bruises in reality. I grabbed him by the throat and rode him on the desk. A part of me was worried, because the conference room in the library was all glass, but also my head was so hazy and it felt so good.’” L pressed a thumb against his lips, “Had Light fucked himself on toys at this point?”

He pulled off of L, slowly stroking him as he thought about it, “I think at that time I had. I only realized I was not straight shortly after high school, and my sexual drive moved pretty fast after that.”

“‘Shortly after high school’, shortly after meeting me, right?” L smirked. Light opened his mouth to attempt a retort, but just narrowed his eyes.

“Such an egomaniac you are,” Light scoffed, “Not everything is about you.”

“No, not everything. But this is.” L reached under their bed and pulled out a box of toys and lube. He casually tossed the bottle and a large blue dildo in front of Light, “Stretch yourself open with that. I want to see you.”

“You don’t want to do it yourself?”

“Like you have earned that privilege yet.” L leaned forward (careful to not fall off the edge) and grabbed Light by the chin, forcing him to look L in the eye, “You’re going to open yourself up on that cock, and when your slutty hole is ready for me, you can ride me like in your fantasies.”

He could almost see the blood rushing to Light’s ears-- being literally talked down to-- condescended and scolded like a child. And yet, his pupils were blown all the way out, L barely seeing the amber color of Light’s eyes, and his jeans and underwear were, of course, already halfway to his ankles.

Light took the tip of the toy and fucked his mouth in and out with it, eyes never leaving L’s. He was already 3 fingers deep inside of himself, lewdly moaning around the cock very intentionally.

“This is a good look for you,” L remarked, breathily, slowly stroking his own cock.

Light suctioned the dick to the hardwood, and hovered over it, teasing his hole with the tip, “Well, if you are going to keep calling me a slut- fuck… I might as well lean into it.” Light bottomed out on the toy, one hand running through his hair, another sucking on two fingers as he slowly moved. Light, flushed and fucked out and using himself, was the pinnacle of sex and desire-- L began to question his decision about who exactly this was a punishment for.

“Ngh, this cock is so big , L… But it doesn’t feel nearly as good as yours.” Light dragged his teeth across the bottom of his lip, pointed looking at L’s cock, now leaking precum. Light knew he was getting to L. He knew exactly how he looked and exactly what L was thinking.

Fucker. Two can play at that.

L slowed down his own movements, raising an eyebrow at Light, “A common whore like yourself would be satisfied with any cock inside of him. You want mine so bad? Close your eyes, think…” L held the book open with one hand, “‘ I feel like I am going crazy. I am supposed to want this stupid bastard dead. And yet all I want right now are my hands on him and his on mine-’” Light groaned, finally touching his neglected aching cock, “‘-and it is so hard to focus on bringing him down, when the entire time I am dreaming about Ryuzaki’s voice in my ear, and my hands around his throat, and his tongue and mouth on me everywhere . I may just have to take care of him so I stop feeling this way... ’ My my, Kira... ” Light groaned at the name, “I thought you would be a bit more careful than to let your inner thoughts so out in the open like this. What would have happened if someone had gotten a hold of this?”

“I- Fuck- Academic rivalries are not uncommon....”

“I wanted to sentence you to death and you still could not stop thinking about me inside of you-”

“Oh shit L…”

“-or my hands on your cock or my fingers stretching you wide open. You still want me to whisper in your ear and moan , telling you what a good boy you are, right?”

“Yes… yes I want that L…”

L tutted, “And yet you aren’t a good boy. Desperate and begging… Writing down naughty thoughts and fantasies about someone who you wanted to die?” L shook his head, casually tossing the book aside. He reached for his own cock again, slowly stroking it watching Light fall apart, giving himself dual sensations, “Kira needs to make up his mind about what he wants. Because I don’t think he is good at all.”

“ L please…”

“Please, what?”

“Please let me on your cock.”

“Why would I allow that?”

Light stopped his movements on the dildo, only slowly stroking his cock at the same speed as L was his own, “I am not a good boy, I am a cock-slut for you, and only ever you. Fuck me please,” Light begged, broken and desperate.

L stood up and grabbed Light’s hands, pulling him off of the toy. He brushed the hair out of Light’s eyes and pulled Light on top of him, “So good, Kira. You don’t have to be a good boy for me, you can just be my good slut.”

He kissed L, hard, biting his bottom lip as he lined himself up on L’s dick and sunk down on him.

“ Fuck, you feel so much better than that cheap plastic,” Light straddled L properly, pressing his hands against L’s chest as he rode him, not wasting anytime picking up speed.

“Such a good whore for me, Kira,” L said, kissing his wrist, “You really do ride cock like you get paid to do it.”

“I know,” Light said, breathy and fucked.

L huffed, “A bit cocky, aren-”

“Now it’s your turn to shut up,” Light said, pressing down on L’s pressure points, his fingertips pushing hard enough into his throat it will surely leave marks against his pale skin.

L’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and Light moved his hips faster, L snapping back up to meet his thrusts, which quickly became sloppy as black dots began dancing in the corners of his eyes and his lungs started burning. His eyes welled up with tears and his entire body was on fire, his limbs going limp. He felt the white, hot edge so close and tangible. Every thrust felt like a rattle of electricity hitting every nerve and every part of his consciousness so closely and he just needed more -- Light relented, moving his hands away from his throat. L eyes snapped open wide and he coughed, taking heavy breaths. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and he dug his fingertips into Light’s waist, harshly grabbing him by the hips.

“L? I’m sorry, you told me you would tap out if-”

“Kira, more-- again-- now.” L commanded, and Light did not hesitate. He grabbed him by the throat and put his fingers in L’s mouth for good measure. Light was riding him with expert pace and precision, his lower body strength and years of running paying off. L’s legs trembled, and he used the last bit of his unfucked mind to dig his nails into Light’s hips and rock him faster and faster on his cock, reaching that beautiful and terrible and intense edge.

“ Ah- L! ” Light comes only a few seconds before L himself, moaning around Light’s fingers as he loosened his grip, but still only letting a fraction of the air healthy for the human brain into his head.

Light did not move himself off of L immediately. He moved his hand away from his throat, but kept small pressure on his neck with one of his thumbs.

“What are you doing?” L muttered. Light said nothing. L opened his eyes, tapping him. “Light?”

Light blinked, looking back, “Sorry, was feeling your pulse.”

“Why?”

“Wanted to make sure I didn’t kill you.”

L smiled softly, “Don’t want me dead anymore?”

“Sometimes. Certainly not like this, it’s too personal.”

“What, killing me while my cock is in your ass is too close for comfort?”

“Something like.” Light smirked and pressed a soft kiss against L’s lips.

After cleaning up, Light told L he wanted to burn the dream journal to prevent further embarrassment.

“Over my dead body.” L said, holding the notebook just out of reach.

Light smirked, “I have no problem arranging that.”

[h2bakugou]

Hey! I was wondering if you could write something about Bakugo having a sweet platonic relationship with a girl that tends to sleep a lot due to her quirk using so much of her energy. Her most comfy spot is Bakugo and he just kinda lets her. She sleeps so deeply that even if he moves or yells at someone it doesn’t wake her up. Eventually or somehow things become more romantic and not as platonic. I have the ideas but I’m not creative enough to put anything together really or add anything to it.

a/n: hiya!! of course love! i really like this idea, it’s so cute, i really wanna do enemies to lovers bc i’m a sucker for that shit.

summary: due to your quirk using so much of your energy, you find yourself dozing off a lot. your most comfy resting spot tends to be on bakugou, whether it be on his shoulder or in his lap. you’re just friends at first, but things seem to be getting much more than that.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

word count: 1.3k

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Bakugou flipped the page in his notebook, his eyes glancing down to his lap. Your head rested on his leg as you slept peacefully. Bakugou was just doing some homework, finishing up an assignment that was due the next day.

You’d just come back from some training with the girls, and you were worn out. As per usual, you marched right up to Bakugou’s dorm and slumped beside him, making small talk before dozing off and sleeping for a bit.

Bakugou didn’t mind. The two of you were friends. Which sounded about as crazy as it was. Everyone was mindblown when Bakugou started hanging out with you, tolerating you, etc. 

Denki was confused as to why he never yelled at you. If he said anything that you said it’d be an ‘oi get out of my face idiot.’ 

You were Bakugou’s calm. Whenever he was feeling upset or angry, despite wanting to handle things by himself, he always found you conveniently when he needed you.

He didn’t open up right away which was to be expected, but over time the two of you earned each other’s trust, going to one another when something happened.

That’s why Bakugou tolerated you so much. He could trust you. You trusted him. It was mutual, and those feelings were strong too. However, Bakugou was beginning to feel other things for you.

Like now, how when he looked down at your sleeping face, he admired how your lips were parted ever so slightly, your breathing slowed, and your eyelashes resting on the tops of your cheeks.

You looked beautiful.

At ease.

There had been so many times he’d seen your eyelashes wet with tears, or your lips bruised from taking a few hits to the face.

Bakugou returned his focus back to his homework, struggling to stay on topic. His eyes danced back and forth between looking at you and his homework. He was almost done, just a few more questions.

“Dammit.” He cursed quietly. But it was enough to stir you awake.

“Is everything okay?” You asked softly, your eyes barely open, just enough to stare at the design on his shirt.

“Just got confused about a problem is all.” Bakugou muttered, his eyes flicked back to look at your face. Your eyes opened a little more and you looked up, meeting with his crimson eyes.

You smiled and let out a sleepy laugh.

“What?” He narrowed his brows as he looked at you.

“Nothing.” You admired his face from your position, falling more and more for the way his spikey blonde locks fell on his face, or the way his vermillion eyes could fill with such emotion.

“You’re weird.” The corner of his lips perked upward, daring to form a smile. You wouldn’t tell him you noticed because he’d just deny it, but when Bakugou smiled, you could feel your heart melt. 

You fell back asleep within minutes, Bakugou returning to his homework, trying to stay focused until he’d finished.

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The class itself was worn out from training in the gym. But class was over finally. As everyone piled into the common room after showers and changing, you found yourself seated beside Bakugou, your head resting on his shoulder as Kirishima talked to him.

You closed your eyes, your eyelids feeling heavier than they were before. And just like that, you were out. Bakugou didn’t notice, he’d gotten so used to it.

As time ticked away, Bakugou played a few rounds of Mario Kart with Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero. 

“Bastard!” Bakugou yelled, taking back first place from Sero.

“Dude, aren’t you gonna wake her up? Quit yelling!” Kaminari whispered to Bakugou who was visibly angry. He moved his arm, your head moving with it. Bakugou shook his head and growled.

“Don’t tell me what to do dunceface!” He yelled again, tossing down a banana behind him which caught Kirishima.

“Awe come on! What did I do?!” Kirishima cried out, gripping onto the controller like it was about to be yanked from his hands.

Bakugou crossed the finish line for the last race and finished in 1st place. Bakugou cheered loudly, watching as everyone watching you.

You were sound asleep still, even with Bakugou moving around. They were shocked. You’d slept through one of the loudest things in the world, which could also be compared to a toilet flush at 3 in the morning.

Bakugou glanced down at you, his own thoughts telling him to make sure he hadn’t woke you up, even though he knew he hadn't. You were bundled up in one of his sweaters which looked cute.

Cute.

She looks really cute in my sweater. Hah, MY sweater.

Bakugou smirked to himself.

“That is the face of a man in love.” Kaminari joked, nudging Sero. Bakugou’s ears turned red, his face creeping upward to glare at Kaminari.

“What did you just say?” Bakugou’s voice was dark. Kaminari was overcome by fear but he repeated himself.

“I said it looks like you’re in love.” Kaminari mumbled, his body trembling. 

“I’m gonna kill you!” Bakugou hopped up, immediately regretting his decision. As he darted up to go chase Kaminari around for saying that he was in love, your head fell and landed on the couch cushion.

You groaned softly and lifted your head up to see what had happened. 

“She can sleep through Bakugou playing Mario Kart but not falling onto a couch cushion?” Kirishima spoke to himself, earning a chuckle from Sero.

“Katsuki?” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

“They’re on first-name basis!?” Sero looked back to Kaminari who was smirking but running away from Bakugou.

“Get back here dipshit!” Bakugou charged after him, his hands popping from his quirk.

“He’s so in love.” Kirishima laughed. Your cheeks turned red as you turned to see Bakugou chasing Kaminari.

“Katsuki.” You spoke again, earning his attention. Bakugou froze and turned toward you. He’d woke you up by moving. 

Damn.

As much as Bakugou wanted to fight Kaminari, he headed back over to you and leaned against the couch.

“What?” He questioned, facing away from you, his cheeks red from being called his first name in front of his friends. 

“Leave Kaminari alone, he’s just being himself.” You stood up and stretched, glancing back at Kaminari who was thanking you silently. You rolled your eyes and smiled.

“Come on, let’s go do homework.” You tugged at his sleeve, your hand falling down into his. Bakugou nodded and pulled you up to his dorm.

“Everything alright? You’re being all quiet.” You stood by his bed. You turned back to look at him and he was standing in front of you.

Without responding, Bakugou’s hands darted to your shoulders, pulling you into a kiss. You kissed him back without hesitation, your heart fluttering with each passing second.

He pulled away and looked at you, a blush residing on your face and his.

“I can’t believe that fucking idiot was right.” Bakugou groaned, his head hanging down to rest on your shoulder.

“What?” You question, confused about what he was talking about.

“I’m in love with you, and Kaminari was the one who pointed it out.” He mumbled. You let out a small laugh and run your fingers through his hair.

“I’m in love with you too.” You reply. Bakugou leans his head back, his red eyes meeting with your (e/c) ones.

He presses his lips to yours again, kissing you passionately. You could do this forever, you didn’t want to stop, no matter how much your lungs yelled at you for air.

You took small breaks for air, but continued kissing Bakugou. The two of you migrated to his bed, forgetting all about why you came up to his room in the first place.

“You’re finally my girlfriend.” Bakugou whispered against your lips.

“Well, technically I’ve always been your girl friend.” You giggle. Bakugou rolls his eyes.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

Bakugou doesn’t hesitate to kiss you again, and again. 

Homework gets pushed back a while.

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