#btl lore

[bbina]

between the lines lore: bits and pieces

bc im bored and to world build a lil

y/n doesn’t know how to drive

wonbin and shotaro aren’t roommates but they live in the same apartment complex. just different floors

the song family house + car

only eunseok was granted a black card (bc hes the eldest)

^ bc of this eunseok and y/n share the same card but its their parents who pay the credit

wonbin has a drivers license but doesn’t have a car so sometimes he uses shotaros

backstreet boys all went to the same school

they have a separate gc without y/n for a reason: boy talk

seunghan sohee and y/n were classmates since middle school

anton was a transferee and sat next to y/n - thats how they became friends

the current timeline is that they’re on summer break hence the trip

ever since the trip ended, the group has not met up since

[frostbite-the-bat]

Holy fuck I'm for real gonna need to like make a ramble vid of me talking about clash lore and my current issues because I'm currently going insane I'm over here making fucking essays in my mind again

[ventismacchiato]

JEALOUSY CHAPTERS IN COMING i need that scrmn LORE spill the TEA

LOVED THE CHAPER LOVE UR WRITING LOVE U LOVE UR BIG FAT AND WRINKLY BRAIN LONG LIVE KING KAI

some fun scrmn lore that i have nowhere to put (i’ll try including these at the end like i did with btl) these r all over the place but

yk those edits to breaking dishes like this or this? i feel like that was scara in a relationship, at award shows he’s the one to pull out the chair, hold up the back of her dress, let her walk ahead of him for photos and whatnot

this audio https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTYYXH6y7/ also gave me an hc, imagine after their breakup being announced and at some music show mona is singing a sad ass song then it cuts to scara having the time of his life on stage

i mentioned this once before but scara choreographed one of mona’s title tracks, but after their breakup he copyrights all of it so she’s forced to remake it and it’s not half as good so she gets clowned on tiktok for a week

they probably met from him producing a song for her and hooking up after and just started to date after that

not the best relationship, it was more of a fwb type thing but they both were sorta friends before they started dating. but a lotttt of fighting once they did start dating

they probably did a few couple stages, yk the song ping pong (ignore who the singer is) and they prolly mced a show tgt and followed a lovey dovey script

i can imagine the amount of hate trucks mona got cus fans r crazy but this was during the toxic part of their relationship so he didn’t care, i can imagine if they got into a bad fight he’d pay for trucks to say FLOP outside her entertainment building to be petty

ok that’s all i’ll say for now without spoiling yay

[toontown-corporate-confessions]

i honestly do feel like theres a lot of lost potential WITH writing the toons, making them standout, and whatnot, that clash has rn. and meanwhile rewritten IS a good instance of having iconic (in general AND to the story) toon npcs beyond Flippy and perhaps Louden as well, plus gay love between clark and will is swag, the sellbot task force we love you all forever, ect. AND I think it would be sick if clash, lore and fandom alike really realized this and explored kind of just the dynamics of toons or the wackyness or even just have the resistance members be. actually loveable (LOOKING AT YOU, YE OLD TOONTOWN AND DROWSY DREAMLAND AND ACORN ACRES). HOWEVER I do greatly wish that people didnt bash clash or its fandom in the process, or be like "clash made it so everyone likes cogs now!!!!!!!" like nah it sure gave them more FOCUS but that feels like a gross generalization to me, idk. ur always gonna have coglikers ig. I think the closest we really got to a toon-focused group THAT WE COULD ACTUALLY MEET IN GAME was the btl resistance team, and even then................. very poorly done. but yeah, i hope we get more toon love too!!! oh also while we're here im gonna say it i actually dont really like that clash nerfed coach z so to speak, made him nicer and stuff. like i get WHY they did it and its a good idea in premise, plus references to the youtuber coach z are pretty dated, but idk i really liked the idea of a playground leader who was flipping his lid because he was in over his head because WHAT THE FUCK THATS A COG HQ RIGHT THERE, but yknow actually was able to stand up to the podium and be A Leader. maybe they could've had something where him and reed do make proper amends, idk. would've been better than moe zart depression arc that only lasts like a chunk of the taskline, lil oldman literally just fucking off into the sun, "you've been drafted", you having to pick up all the dang slack in drowsy dreamland, and the boatyard HQ officers literally not knowing that alton was right there nEXT TO THEM OH MY GOD

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[Midnight Special Theme plays:]

Zombocomme: Well, well, well, we are back on the air and we thank our audience for their patience. Mental health vacations should be taken by everyone, and loving yourself is so important, no? As this episode airs we have a little bet going on behind the scenes. You see, this story was originally selected from the BTL Lore vault and it's central characters and true ending have since been left on the cutting room floor, in favor of lending it's spirit to this collaboration project. Half our crew believes the original ending for the AU should make a debut, (ending A.), whereas the other half believe that leaving the episode resolution a mystery is perfect as is (ending B.) I've seen both of course, but I find that every rendition of the story means something new. I could go on forever re writing it, but the spirit of the tale is the same. And yes. It is time to move on from this Collab project to our next exciting slot, even if we do wish we saw a different end. I'll hope our audience enjoys this theatrical cut... And once again, this program is brought to you by contributions and collaborations from audience members like you, thank you.

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Spin off Episode: part 4 (ending B.)

Between The Lines, Episode 7 PART 4 of 4: “So help you god…you're set free”

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NFW: MDNI : Rated-R: (Mature themes) *mentions death and dead bodies, bugs, gore and frontier diseases and violence, guns, religious interpretation of trauma, consumption of body and blood, allusions to murder/self and description macabre, and ghosts of the espooky kind.

“Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me” KJV- Mathew 25:37-40

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[Midnight Special Theme continues to play:]

God… The temptation made Miasma shiver  and his stomach pool a hot coil tightening from within…Jim shivered, but for a completely different reason…

Jim’s eyes clouded milky white. As he stood at the edge of the sunken sacred earth, it became more and more like a pit at the bottom of a gentle slope. They had dug into  the brick and when they had looked  up, the world around them seemed like a whiteout. Nothing. Only the distant row of the trees, the line circling them like a black fingered noose, that while it lay in wait, seemed somehow to tighten all around them all at once.

Jim stood up and threw the shovel, “The Captain wrote it, all but confessed it, ‘The Game had moved on’, he said! There were no ‘bucks’,” Jim seethed, desperately aching,  “Only desperate people.”

Miasma tilted his head away as if in mild disgust beholding the long since charred remains. Remnants of their time, discovered in the horrifying aftermath of ‘The end’, preserved like a stony fossil, cold and forever dead, until it hardened and became known… became the truth…concrete, and indifferent.

“They must have been starving” Miasma said, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips, voice barely above a whisper.

“Like the Donner Party. They burned everything they could.  But left the main place standing, the places most damnable. All this evidence left behind… like someone wanted this to be found” Jim said through his trance like state, rocking on his heels, vulnerable and icy. “Whoever wrote that Diary probably.” Jim swallowed, feeling like a blue ice cube had been swallowed, frosting through  a hole in his stomach. He felt sick. Brittle old bones and a few scraps of rotted cloth, trinkets and tokens that had somehow in the heat, collapsed the kilns, trapping the mass grave of bones with saw marks and serrations.

Miasma’s face hardened, his nose catching whiffs of torn tender flesh, festered like that of a blackening fruit, zinging in the putrid of the juice, flies buzzing daintily, “My god… They really dead eat each other, didn't they. and that line, 'to the brick with their kin', hell it condemns the captain as well. Seems it is true...Mankind cannot help themselves can they, when it comes to their baser desires," he swallowed, "I suppose all mortals face this in the end… the judgement day of their wretchedness.

It’s, almost as if no matter what, under the eyes of god, it is true, all mankind is created equal.. That is…” Miasma paused, “...that is because, all men must die… funny… that a God who demands everlasting faith, is also a God that creates its faithful out of such perishable vessels... It’s a shame really” Miasma said, feeling his stomach clamp shut, trapping his insides. Jim eyes were white, his voice echoing almost as if he was speaking aloud where he stood loudly, but softly in a more intimate voice, as if moist in his ears, Miasma heard Jim speak to him.

“And if people are in a kiln, it is because they are dead, or fated to die. Grace means nothing, when the moment comes when the living envy the dead. The true crash of the human psyche, the end of humanity, the end of one’s self, “If the living envy the dead, it’s because the living have something they wish they were dead over, but didn’t die for. If such people willingly went to the fire.”

Was it what they deserved?

Was such a hellish scene of people walking into the fire meant to be the door to their hell, or their purifying baptism in that lake of fire, to get their ticket punched for heaven? 

[Don Abandons Alice plays:]

Miasma dropped his shovel letting it clatter on the icy ground. “A willing Lamb for slaughter.” he whispered. He watched as despair for the wretchedness of the world sank Jim to his knees crying milky white tears, that glowed white like the snow around them, “If only they could have saved them from themselves.” Jim wept. 

Miasma watched as his vision swayed and all sound hollowed to a numbness like he felt on his body from the unusual coldness of the world. “I am nothing special to god, am I...” Miasma said softly.

Jim shook his head, rubbing at his stinging tears, “Intercessor, hear our prayer”. Jim Wept. 

And as Miasma watched on, Jim began to sob, saying the prayers of Last Rites, and the Apostles creed.

…As the dead around them at last began to rise…

“O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee,

Dust curled around them “ashes, ashes, we all fall, up?” Miasma sang softly to himself, a lilt, as the rising debris began to slope up, taking shape, bone and soot, ice and charred things that began to warm and fowl under the sudden humidity and heat that melted away the snow. the immediate Area encircled with Fire.

and I detest all my sins because of thy just punishments,

Miasma’s breath sucked into his chest, it was like being in the pits, all over again!

"No, no, no, no!" Miasma panicked, pacing like a wild thing, looking for escape.

but most of all because they offend Thee, my God,

who art all good and deserving of all my love.

“Father! Father Jim!” Miasma began shouting, his voice raggedly higher in his panicking call, trying to climb over the brick as a corpse groped for his blackened boots, the others approaching, rising, clawing, teeth gnashing. One even tore his crucifix off. 

Jim whirled and saw the hellish scene, his eyes watering, in a voice not his own, but that of the captain of that camp mourned, “Oh what have we done, what has the world done to us!”, lamenting and wailing.

Jim could feel it, like empathic fire searing his veins as he felt the dead in their personal hell that was this goddamned oven, boiling over with a cacophony of cries for absolution. Seeing Miasma on the ground as he tried to scurry away from the dead thing lurching forward, chasing after him, Jim grit his teeth.

He grabbed a shovel and swung, a nauseating squelching noise as the blade of the shovel bisected a purple and grey corpse… “Miasma, Miasma I’m coming!” Ice chipped, bones snapped and shattered, ashes swiftly swept away, charred remains crumbling, there were too many closing in, every single one of them blocking all hope of leaving this circle of hell alive.

As Jim swung the blade, he could see the exact moment each person had died, like a snap of an old timey photograph flashing in his mind, how they had died, the white smoke around him distorting his vision, seeing human faces in place of the skeletal, every stage of decay and remains, portraying the humanity of their souls; The human experience all share at that moment where life ends and death begins, the fading light, and not every time had the eyes gone dark. before their breaths drew their last .

Miasma saw it too, and said what Jim couldn’t say, or else it would mess up the narrative, Oh yes. not only cannibals... but *MURDERERS*

I firmly resolve with the help of Thy grace

to sin no more

and to avoid the near occasion of sin. 

Amen.”

[The Walking Dead Theme plays:]

Jim grunted, kicking back another clawing corpse that kept re-rising, like everything else. The suffering just would not die. And the living wished it was over, but their night had only just barely just begun…

Miasma felt like he was unable, incapable, inconceivably broken, that Jim had to come to his rescue, him? A Ghoul born from the fiery scapes of hell, why was it so hard to move, to run, or rush to defend. He felt like he was a helpless thing, marooned on an island surrounded by the sulfuric seas, boiling and acidic, toxic air stinging his every pore, bleeding from every hair”

“Jim help me, please!" He cried, seeing these beings the way humanity surely saw him, a murderer, a consumer, a black wolf preying on the living. "I can’t I can't go back! Please Jimmy! Help- I” Miasma began to cry. He knew, if they were dragged under by the suffering souls fondling the earth to rear up and claw their way back down with the living, sinking more and more souls with them, they would surely be lost.

Jim gripped Miasma by the shoulders, “Shut the fuck up! I’m getting us out of here!”

“Jim if we get caught and we die-”, “Then suddenly this is not our problem anymore” Jim said, brows knitted in pain from the feeling he had, the empathy of feeling the suffering and fear of his friend. 

[The Last of Us plays:]

“Miasma, We came to fight, even though we didn’t ask to. We came to find a way to set things right, and we came to find that peace. Please,” He said standing, panting. The dead were closing in as well as the greenish hellfire that was now all around them, as if they were trapped in a circle at the heart of the darkness where the deepest pain and regret could go. “Take my hand Miasma” Jim said softly, as if the dance macabre all around them were but nothing.

Green flames looked like blades of green grass soft in the sun like silk through the fingers.

“Though I walk through the valley….” Miasma thought as he looked up.

“Miasma, please. What is higher power than what we are inspired to follow as a light in times of darkness.” Jim said, his tone soft and yet gracious, begging his friend to heed his words.

“Pray with me Miasma” Jim said, lifting Miasma up. “This is  the lord’s fight…and we are on a mission from God” he said, a defiant tone as he faced the crowding undead. He held Miasmas hand in his, turning to dig his heels, a shovel in hand, ready to cut down whatever stood in their path.

“I never thought I'd fight beside a hell-spawn against hell.” Jim chuckled as they circled back to back, eying the massing wall of bodies, the weight of their work, heavy. Miasma looked down and saw his shovel, ready, calling out to him like one crying from the dust, ‘get to work’.

“What about dying beside a friend?” Miasma said, feeling a renewed strength in him as he brandished the broken shovel where blood was already painting it like a splattered crown.

Jim chuckled, “Well hell, guess I'd call a man pretty lucky if’n you can count him amongst your friends."

As shovel blades thwacked and spun, slicing as they ducked to move away from the grapples of the corpses haunting their every footstep, as they danced around, trying to clear a path with the force of their wills, but finding the action wasted, the dead were rising as soon as they were brought down, unending. Unyielding. and all around them...

"You'd call me your friend?" Miasma huffed, dodging around a small group.

"Friend, follower, whatever the fuck you call someone like you!" Jim shouted with a crooked grin, taking a large bloated corps down at the knees, trying to avoid its grasp as it crawled towards him.

"SINNER! how 'bout that!" Miasma said angrily, roaring as he cut a corpse down, black blood spewing from it's gut and flying to fleck his face. He bared his fangs as he faced off another skeleton, this one more agile than the last.

Jim frowned, "You act like ain't no sinner has a chance at seeing heaven's light! Don't be a doubting Thomas when you are so close!"

"Close?! Hah!" Miasma swung, bashing the skull into pieces and watching it mend over, but for being momentarily disabled, he moved to his next target, trying to force his way out of their circle of suffering.

"You know what I mean, I'll tell you every story under the sun if it will help you see the light! Even if I have to drag you over them pearly gates myself!" Jim winced, a shattered rotten ulna cutting him deep as he pivoted to break free of another hands grasp. "If'n we make it out alive! But I'll keep fighting till I'm dead!" He almost laughed.

“Yeah well, what the fuck about Judas then! If I’m gonna fucking die, I want to hear you preach to me about that story!” Miasma shouted as he was hauled backwards towards the ground. Jim bounded over to the offending body, bringing the blade to sever the head from the neck, the corpse clattering to the ground, the icicles of it’s skin shattering, peppering the white and black snow with meaty shards of putrid chunks.

“Ya know, if that ain't THE most perfect story for this” Jim said, an idea touching his brain like the light of god, burning in a bushel behind his eyes. “Miasma, corale them!” “The fuck you mean coral them” 

“Just shut up and gather your flock, look at them, going after you like you’re going to give them what they want, round them up!” “Like a fucking sheep dog?!” “Exactly!” Jim said, a gleam in his eye, as he made his way towards the dilapidated chimney, the flames closing in. “Use the time you have, and it ain't much, look!” Jim pointed as he scrambled on the dirt, ripping up icy clods that stung his fingers with the freezing cold bricks.

[Earth plays:]

Miasma managed to peek behind his shoulder, shovel up in two hands as he used it to try and push the herd of corpses back, his tail flicking back and forth to avoid being singed by the hellfire.

No. he didn’t envy the dead. That wasn’t his purpose. It wasn't what his dreams and yearnings meant. It was a hunger for something more, something beyond the toxic sludge of desecrated flesh. His consumption wasn't of bodies, or people, he wasn't trying to quench something in him over humanity and its hopes and dreams. No…. He craved what came of something higher, that which is granted from above...

*purpose*.

And now, now he had it. It didn’t matter how. What mattered was that it was. And with a great heavy groan, he pushed the group back, inch by inch as the fire closed in, circling them, getting them to move in hopeless circles, for their own good, he knew. You can only break curses when you set the offending souls to rest. They rest only when they can be reached. be understood. finding peace in compassion.

Jim climbed the highest mound he could, he could feel the green flames surrounding them like a sphere closing in. and it was his purpose to fight, by pushing back.

Holding out his arms to the green light at the end of what would be his mortal life, his voice rang out, catching the ears of all who could hear, and the eyes of those who got turned around by the likes of Miasma to see. Beginning his sermon on the mound of detritus and dust of self destruction. Feet wedged in the brick, rooted unmoving, and yet bowing in and around as the dead tried to drag him down but failed in their graspings, he began to preach...

“SINNERS!” Jim shouted above the chaos, “Even Ye are worthy of redemption, an absolution…an end to SUFFERING! I call on you to listen! Suffering is but a means to a grateful end. And for what considerations do ye call yourselves devils!” he said, the wretched word pulled like toxic ooze from his mouth, tongue lolling out as the black bile in his stomach rose, and vomited out of his stomach. It felt like it was tearing at everything on its way up, but there was a relief in the regurgitation, of finally letting the words he should have said before, at last coming out to reach the sinners in his current care. Truly, Jim really was speaking to those that called themselves damned for their actions. 

“If ye believe in God, as whatever you call divine, that grants swift justice that now gnashes your teeth, then you must also believe that as exists justice, so too does there exist MERCY beyond!"

Miasma shouldered several corpses causing them to crumble and hiss, but as Jim’s voice rang out clear and true, his conviction became theirs, and spellbound like rats to the piper, they slowly turned, and gathered around him. Heeding his words.

One by one, brainless, heartless, things turned toward the voice that was preaching about the possibility of redemption. And Even Miasma was listening...

As the ghoul swiped and prodded the masses of corpses stumbling to face Jim , they swayed and stuttered in their cries, as if halted in their footsteps… looking almost human, in the clarity behind their once cloudy eyes. Blinking even. The dead and things forming from the earth, wove in and around the ones who listened, and their features began to change. Taut leathery skin slacked and sagged but lay more supple upon their gaunt features.

Shattered bones and cracked fissures separating one bone from another healed and came together, bones and flesh began to mend, and even as Miasma still had to fight hard, ever on his toes, there was a rhythm to the movements he made. He found a sure footedness he could confidently maintain. And the unexpected shove and grappling attempts made, he would handle one foe at a time.

Funny how in the moment he realized the noble way of fighting for himself, was what nobly fought for the people stumbling around, lashing out and being turned to words of comfort, and repentance.

*you can't pour from an empty cup*

Miasma thought.

Jim continued, “If you believe in miracles, in the divine, then believe in me when I say, if god so rests on the seventh day, then surely, in god’s image, you must also have your end, and at an end is there not rest?!”

Miasma could feel the shifting crowd as he continued his circling, trying to keep the group's edges from fraying. The hell fire was still closing around them but it was slowing, as if it too, was listening.

“I beseech you, right here, right now, look beyond the guilt, the blame, Your God knows of them and has clearly made you suffer for it. But there is more to God than just, justice. There is also MERCY. Deliverance, Salvation. Forgiveness. Absolution. 

[Bonnie Choses to Stay plays:]

Jim felt the white smoke and mist around him settle, as one by one the faces as he saw them at the time of their deaths began to appear. And he recognized each one, and because someone had the talent to preserve it, knew them by name. 

And as Jim recited the words of psalms from memory, every syllable uttered gained in power and conviction. As he spoke, a great tree sprung from the earth behind the congregation, and Miasma jumped, the hellfire that had been around them shoot past and into the tree, whirling and and brimming with the green light that no longer burned around them with heat infernal, but rather swayed and danced like the leaves of summer tresses, a weeping willow sighing in the breeze...

“If you would find your God now, would his cleansing fire scorch you, or warm you of the coldness settled in your hearts.” He could see the fullness of their faces, where in their eyes a prayer of hope had remained in each one. 

Jim’s voice that had been booming now took on a softer tone, gesturing to the ground he stood on, “Can a monument to the cruelties of time not also be the ebenezer  raised, the miracle that comes at the end of all  suffering?

The animated remains yearned for hope. To Miasma and his sight, all he saw were hellish beings, poor devils, in rapt attention to the sound of Jim’s voice, hanging onto every word.

While Miasma was breathless, a sense of pride and accomplishment at being an author of such a bizarre and touching scene, made him almost chuckle. As Jim preached, the words he had heard so often said at the rituals and from the pulpit, came swimming to him, floating, haunting his thoughts as time moved onwards, and yet seemed to also stand still.

“The memory of your suffering will not define you, but the hope and promise of renewal, FAITH, is your salvation…Even the likes of Judas can find their way to heaven... You are but on the long road to Damascus, and struck blind to see... for without suffering how can one know peace. I call on you, for it is time now, to know of that peace...”

Miasma stood his ground, panting, his purpose, stood before him, the herd of corpses corralled around Jim, who spoke to them with such grace and compassion, reaching a hand out for their humanity to reach back.

1 LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! You have set your glory in the heavens.

*From the pinnacle to the pit*

2 Through the praise of children and infants you have established a stronghold against your enemies, to silence the foe and the avenger.

*Her acts of cruelty and her lust for blood

Makes her one of us*

3 When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,

*You shine like the sun and the moon and the stars in the sky*

4 What is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them?

*Holy Mother, you washeth the sin from our feet*

5 You have made them a little lower than the angels and crowned them with glory and honor.

*Under a monolith, her likeness

Marble white*

6 You made them rulers over the works of your hands; you put everything under their feet:

7 all flocks and herds, and the animals of the wild,

*An' piercing eyes emotionless

A heart so black and cold*

8 the birds in the sky, and the fish in the sea, all that swim the paths of the seas.

*Winds come on strong so help you, God

Come unleashed,*

9 LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! 

 *you're set free*

And suddenly Miasma realized why the number of the flock was off. Why there was a presence in and around every story told. There had been one last member of this flock that needed finding. That needed saving.

*Himself*

He prayed, pleading for the green fire in the tree to call out to the lost, and as he backed away from the congregation gathered at Jim's feet he heard the soft bleating sounds of the Lost. the one’s whose stories were never told…

Coming forward, drifting towards the tree line where Miasma was running was a spectre of a young woman. The opaque figure was heavy with child. Even as Jim held the attention of the crowd he too saw the visage in the shadows. The implications not lost on him. 

[Farewell plays:]

He motioned, gently parting the sea of faces as he too made his way to where the woman went no further. Miasma looked at Jim. “We have no choice, if we want to break this curse, all the troubled souls must be put to rest. Even this one..." his tone almost tender, as he saw himself in her- eyes moistened.

*Jim always came back for him. Couldn't he do the same for her?*

Jim looked at his friend, a verse in his head that repeated over and over…

*Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me*

Jim nodded and gently clapped his hands together, snapping the white smoke and mist away, the congregation paused, no longer animated, still as statues. The mist swirled ahead as they watched the woman drift off into the trees the mist following her, like a guide-rope to her every step. While they followed her, they reverently pondered on her presence in these woods...

“Of course… her name would never be in the ledger, or the photograph. Most women weren't so acknowledged at the time, and certainly not a preacher's wife. It was seen as vain." Jim muttered, shaking his head. "Such a shame it is that such stories were often left so unknown, trapped in time. Stories want to be heard, and if it curses something to achieve it then so be it...even if the story was not a happy one, it deserves to see the light..." Jim turned, putting a hand on Miasma's shoulder, stopping a moment. Miasma laid his own on top. The two companions sharing a quiet look, one filled with understanding and compassion. It was a moment that even if lost to the known world in those woods, would forever stand the test of time, in the peace it gave to each of those beating hearts.

*She considered herself damned though at her death she was harboring the life in her belly… there was a restlessness in the tense air around them..  Stemming not only from that burden, but also, that they had never been known at all.*

“Were you the one who kept the ledger” Jim called out. He had noticed the crucifix on her visage as being the same as  the one Miasma had worn and subsequently lost. The very same...

The woman sobbed softly in response, her mournful cries echoing around the trees unnerving and heartbreakingly hollow.

*... at its heart, that bloodstone…they had found it. They had found her. At last...*

Miasma thought aloud, “It makes sense doesn't it… Father Evight Vanhassel, and his wife, the  civilizing influence together as they tended the flock of sinners that worked in these woods. When the camp lost them, they lost their reason to hold on to their humanity, The Captain, The Doctor, Father Evight, and the Missing, Lady Van Hassel...such a tragedy...such a loss...But if she, her remains, I mean, are not with the other bones then-” 

“What happened to her?” Jim finished. They took a breath of the cold pre-dawn air, and strode to follow the spectre into the dark wood.

Braving the unknown, to seek the truth…

The specter led them on, floating, as if walking, stepping on stone long since worn smooth, over dips that no longer existed, through thick trees that had been thinner when she had once wandered the paths of these woods, her mournful cries and trembling voice bouncing all around them.

Their stomachs felt uneasy, like something sad and horrible awaited them. So very much like the dreams they had been having except this time, someone was leading them to the pit in which the lost had fallen…except, even the horror they knew they would face, was as valid and important to know. If it meant giving the young woman peace, who were they to deny her story to be known...

Yet, step by step, the eerie stillness surrounding them abated, giving way to the common sounds of a sleepy winter wood. The spectre appeared almost tangible now, and though the air was growing colder as she lead them farther into the wood, towards a deep fissure in the earth where a frozen creek lay still now, where the truth lay buried, and scattered, the companions felt an ease in the tension. A lift of their burdens, in carrying them together. The broken things inside them would mend, they knew. The pieces would fall into place. And soon, both Miasma and Jim stood at the edge of their triumph, facing a chasm where a ravine gaped at their approach.

The night was clear and the air rushed around them as time all at once stood still. They found themselves surrounded  in the events that lead to the curse of that wretched blood stone… carefully they descended into the ravine and trotted together through it's shallow waters that and been lost to the passage of time, following the bend until they arrive to their destination...

The woman almost seemed to sigh in relief, as they approached her lovely bones, and learned of her demise. For at last her story would be told. And all that had been lost, every last sheep of that flock, would be found again... and non would ever be left behind again...

Daylight was breaking, and as they gazed upon a conspicuous spot where she had fallen so long ago, they had tears in their eyes. The sun was once again rising in that lonely valley, dappling through the trees over this spot where the scene almost felt Holy.

A sapling had sprouted so long ago in that very place, and as the mysterious passage of time faded from view and Jim's eyes lost their powerful sight, they stood before a magnificent Willow tree, miraculously untouched by the surrounding white snow, green spring grass under it's umbrella of care.

This is what they were meant to see. A corner of the world where goodness and love remained untouched by that which corrupts it. A Holy place in the heart where faith in those one loves, and in those whom one cares, lives on forever.

Jim pulled the crucifix from his pocket.

"I, thought it was lost" Miasma said softly, admiring how it shined in the dawn light.

"Oh ye of little faith" Jim chuckled softly, his voice thick with emotion, "Despise not the small things..."

He lay the cross at the foot of the tree and a gust of wind blew through, that sigh of relief washing over them like a warm blanket, enveloping them in a grateful embrace.

"Do you think we did it? Do you think we did the right thing?"

Miasma asked, taking Jim's Hand, they stood back and watched the willow shiver and shake gently, swaying in the breeze like any other ol' tree.

Jim removed his shoes. Miasma did the same.

Feet on the hallowed earth they stood hand in hand.

"Yes," Jim replied, giving the ghoul's hand a squeeze. He turned to see his friend, face upturned to the sunlight, eyes closed, a soft smile playing on his features as he basked in the feeling all around them.

"Yes angel," Jim said once more, "I suppose we did."

"Hm." Miasma smiled, feeling as if in the glow of the morning, he had wings.

*... he was free...*

[mother-btls-cddj]

Update 10:

Okay, looks like we’re getting somewhere.

It looks kind of cool so far, though I might need to change the background (probably?). I want to make it feel immersive, like you’re actually trapped in a really dark and unknown place.

Speaking of which, I think it’s time to tell you a few things, so get your drinks and snacks ready and get comfortable.

This is going to be a wild lore ride.

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I think I should start by telling you what the “Dark Dimension” is:

It seems to be a dimension that exists apart from this universe. Maybe a pocket dimension? An interdimensional space where time and space are nullified? Nobody knows, but the only thing know for sure is it was created by some kind of dark entity and anyone who is brought here can’t leave this place (with a few exceptions, of course).

Here live the “Paradows” (Parasite + Shadows). Fearsome creatures that feed from the desperation and negativity of their victims.

What they do first with their victims is torment them, then they take control or possess them to the point of corrupting them enough to turn them into beings like them, and when finished, they separate from them to continue this cycle of chaos.

Since there’s a lot of this negativity in this universe and others, they tend to be attracted to it, and sometimes open portals to drag their victims into this dimension (their nest) to proceed to do what I mentioned above, and in the process feed their creator queen:

"The Entity"

The few who survive their attacks are those who try to remain stable, determined and hopeful despite the situation, adding that they may come from different places, times, alternate timelines, other universes, realities where an author left and their creations ended up stranded in this darkness, etc.

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Now, are you ready for a reveal?

That’s right, this game is a prequel to “Mother TRD”. Once it’s finished and the bugs are fixed, I’ll take a break and then reboot TRD to turn it into “Mother BTLS”. Here you’ll be given the background for a lot of things that will happen in Mother BTLS later on. I hope you like it.

Moonfang256, signing off.

[toontownjournalist]

breaking news the BTL lore is so confusing someone is holding up a poll to see how many people know which part of BTL didn't happen.

............wowza

[gorgugplushie]

can i ask how ttr has a more cohesive storyline than clash

Itd be hard to explain the lore here since ttr has been running from 2014 and does borrow elements from tto i believe. Id look it up because stuff like doomsday is very interesting!

But yeah ttr expands its story through in-game events like the election and unlike ttcc it didnt suddenly decided to say stuff outside the game is noncanon which is whats leaving ttcc in a scramble to organize and redo their lore.

Ttr doesn't update as frequently, but this means they have more time to update their game properly and not mix up their own story. Unlike ttcc whos known for putting out updates DURING PLAY TESTING.

And since ttr dosent dismiss outside elements like blog posts, newsletters, and comics. Their able to use those for their storyline also.

Yes! Ttr has its own comics! Their more slice of life to ttccs world expanding comics(?) But their cute so id give them a read.

Which WOW look at that! Intresting toon characters! I feel like ttcc also didnt do as much as they could with their own resistance rangers anyways. Evlis purrsley did like . Idk die . Or whatever but you didn't even hear anyone outside of btl niche fans talk about that.

[paceplace]

atticus's legal eagle husband who's no longer in the picture. it's assumed they're deceased but i don't think it's explicitly stated?

the only non dysfunctional one is clancy and atticus :) cant be dysfunctional if youre dead /j

(but for real a friend and i let them both survive except clancy's stuck outside the toontown area and cant get in and information cant go through the area so they each think the other is dead... so slightly dysfunctional)

dsgdjdjdk i'd agree with u but iirc clancy's death did contribute to atticus's downward spiral so it seems not even death can prevent that from happening

also that's a cool au. i can see the angst potential behind it

[disappointmentthemusical]

I am the ao3 commentator who is asking for the lore/deleted scenes of ur zukka fic 😌 please and thank u

omg i'm in love with u

ok, so, bathically (yes, that's a lisp), the plot of Between the Lines was my intended plot for Hugging Buddies, but HB got too long (i was only wanting to spend a single day writing it, otherwise I wud probs lose inspiration and abandon it [as what happens w all my other wips, #rip]), so i ended HB after the First Hug. But! i had a bunch of fluffy scenes over the years planned that would establish the level of their "platonic" emotional and physical intimacy, as well as lead up to the reunion. i used what i thought were the two most important in BtL, but i didn't include all of them.

context:

so, depending on the omegaverse lore u subscribe to, omegas don't actually purr that often. either it's an autonomic process that omegas have little to no control of, or it's purely intentional. either way, it's indicative of an omega feeling safe/secure/happy, and i would imagine that's particularly true, as well as rare, for zuko. that means that not only was it a big deal for his to purr in the first place around the fire, but it's an immense amount of trust he had in zuko to purr the first time they hugged. and then for him to seek sokka out before sozin's comet? Big Deal.

my thought process from there was, like, if zuko already trusts sokka that much, then how much farther can he go?

a "deleted" scene that i personally love so much and was so sad not to include happens within the first couple months post-war. zuko and sokka still see each other at least semi-frequently (maybe the gaangs staying at the fire palace to help zuko's transition?) which means their hugging buddy status is unchanged, i.e. lots and lots of hugs.

i imagine that while becoming firelord is stressful, it's nothing like being a banished prince desperately hunting a myth or being effectively a child soldier traveling with four other child soldiers to defeat ur father. add in his New and Improved support system, zuko is definitely a lot more chill. (ignoring, of course, his social ineptitudes.)

and being more chill means being able to relax fully, right? and if you've got a hugging buddy whom who share a bed with more often than not, then those two things will definitely crossover at some point.

so i had planned a scene where the gaang is hanging out, maybe an informal dinner, just like the good ole days of hanging out around the campfire (sans the war context, of course). it's probably a low table (borrowing from japanese culture), which means they're seated on the floor, and as the night winds down, sokka teasingly requests/demands his hug of the day. zuko tries to get out of it without explaining why, but it gets to the point where, to avoid causing a scene or making it a Big Deal, he gives in. he curls up on sokka's chest, seated sideways between his legs, and almost immediately falls asleep. sokka spends the rest of the evening holding zuko in his arms while their friends talk and laugh and reminisce, and it's one of the first truly peaceful nights they have post-war.

other general things:

i mentioned it in BtL, but zuko 100% starts casually leaning on sokka, like, all the time. not necessarily always to receive a hug, but any time they're together, zuko will bodily lean his weight onto sokka, kind of like a dog will lean on ur legs.

sokka's scent is definitely light and airy. i'm thinking sea salt, snow and maybe something vegetal, and then there's def an element of musk, almost like sweat, but in a good way. i think it pairs well with zuko's floral/warm/fire scent.

lmk if u want to know more or have any specific questions. i, like, love talking about headcanons, so ur more than welcome to add to any of this with ur own thoughts.

[missmonsters2]

Van…I do not believe there are the right words to express my newfound love for your vampire Tara Drabble. I have stated before that your unique specialization in vampiric features and topics are out of this world.

‘Everything as a vampire was overwhelming. The colors were too vibrant. The smells could be broken down into every single scent. She could taste every single ingredient in every single bite. Sleep was more intense with the dreams being so vivid as if she were awake.’

First of…I love the full circle back to BTL where you mentioned all the facts about your vampires and how reader could taste every single ingredient and how fresh it was.correct me if I am wrong but I believe you wrote that altitude can also affect the taste? It was the chapter with reader and Nat on the plane. I think for me what stood out was the color. I could imagine the color being to blinding, almost harmful to look at. I couldn’t imagine having perfect vampiric eyes! Although that would be helpful! 😂

‘Tara clenched her jaw, trying to calm herself down, but she couldn't. Every breath was filled with your scent and warming blood. You smelled so sweet, like ripe cherries and your blood was calling to her.

Taunting her, really.

"No come back? How rare." Tara's voice came out low and smooth.’

I have to say…vampire Tara is slowly becoming a favorite of mine. I don’t know if it’s the vampiric sense…or just the way you write this. I can see it in my head like a perfect painting, you write senses so well! I especially love how you compared the scent of blood to ripe cherries! A genius love! I’ve seen many authors describe it in various ways but I love your comparison! I personally would love to tara being taken over by her vampiric side…I think that would be so interesting.

‘Tara started to move closer until she was face to face with you, but you still hadn't looked up until her breath was on the shell of your ear.

You pulled back, looking up sharply at Tara, shock in your eyes.

Too many things were happening at once.

Everything was overwhelming as a vampire.

Tara could practically taste your blood and arousal on her tongue but she could also sharply smell your panic. Tempering the urge to bite you again, Tara moved back into her spot and smiled innocently.

I love the way you described Tara here. Like a prey in a way. Again comparing BTL vamps to tara…I can’t quite remember what chapter it was, but where Nat actually sees reader take on the hulk with the compulsion…epic moment by the way. Truly. Good five favorite chapters for me. We see that reader is not to say a monster, but the hunter in a way. And I can imagine tara like that here. This sounds honestly awful but I imagine tara sort of like a baby lion, in the sense that she’s learning all these new things about her vampiric self, but she’s got gained the whole “experience of living while everyone else dies” because, correct me if I’m wrong Van, but tara is a young vampire right? So I can imagine tara like a baby lion😂

‘The tension bled out of the room and Tara got up to open the window and stayed standing near it, letting the outside air fill her lungs.

Tara looked over to you, running her tongue against her teeth. Your blood was quietly humming to her and she could still smell the lingering scent of arousal, but it was clear you were confused about what was happening. You were confused about why things were changing, and Tara didn't want to rush you.

Besides, she was still brooding.’

I don’t know what it is about windows and vampires. Just the imagery of Tara breathing in the cold air…her mind going rampant with all these feelings and senses. I get the feeling that reader obviously is fond of Tara from the way her cheeks flushed and such, but maybe she’s afraid to say it? I honestly do hope you do a part 2. Wonderful work yet again Van. You never disappoint. ❤️

Awww thank you so much for the kind words <3 I definitely tied in some BTL vampirism lore in since it was easier, so I'm glad someone noticed! But yes, altitude affects taste!

I feel like Tara has this underlying sensual side to her that her vampireness really brings out in her and there's nothing for sensual to me than rip cherries! Fruit in general is sensual and gay LMFAO

Yes in this drabble, Tara is a relatively new vampire, only reborn for a few years! She's got good control, but it's nowhere near perfect. She does understand the concept of death a lot more, so she's very aware how people around her will grow old and die, leaving her behind.

Thank you so much for the detailed review!! :) 💘

[bbina]

wonbin’s fit when ynbin broke up aka chapt 28

[betweenlands]

i know you wanted anonymous opinions but--- the obscure mcyts you've recommended are all great (secret rivals is actually one of my favourite series now-) and so I was wondering,,, do you have any more you'd like to share?

oh boy uhhh. i’m assuming you’ve already watched kakujo bc like [gestures at my blog title] so. let’s see what else. this is rambly so it’s going under a readmore.

unfortunately i don’t have anything in the vein of secret rivals (a damn shame, bc it is SO good) but inro has done a couple other hardcores before, including her betweenlands hardcore, which is how i found her! there’s a bad joke abt one of the btl enemies looking like a certain... let’s say, hunger demon from a closed culture... but other than that it’s generally enjoyable.

obviously i have to rec kakujo but he’s also worked with stumpt on occasion, and apparently stumpt have an extensive long-running lore series of their own! here’s an overview video if you just want to start at their latest plot series (invasion) as of now. i don’t know as much abt stumpt as my partner @bewildercraft does tho.

in terms of “old nostalgia that is only obscure because people don’t remember it” i’m going to assume you’ve already watched redstoner, given that i never shut the fuck up about redstoner, but fun fact: there’s a spiritual sequel! here’s the link to a playlist that my friend aquelon made, which compiles all of Nick and Jon/Jonstoner into one handy playlist. i may have, uh, actually cried at this series before, good luck

if you’re looking for something with absolutely zero plot - like, literally just some guy doing minecraft to have on as background noise - you can’t do much better than toasgaard, who i don’t really talk about a lot on account of he has no character and is just some guy playing minecraft. he’s also an incredible builder, is actually good at mods, and is just... nice to have in the background while i’m playing cookie run. i’m a simple person.

on the absolute inverse end of the spectrum, there’s the abandoned but honestly kind of delightful minecraft roleplay mythoscraft, which i am the only fan of in existence. it’s the pinnacle of obscure minecraft roleplays and i’m still not over the end of season one (season 2 is where it was abandoned partway thru, but i honestly write my own damn canon for s2 at this rate, my city now)

uhhhh okay two more. first one will win me zero clout but i do think people should be watching simplysarc because i just think he’s neat, and also i would like him to be a hermit someday. i recognize that he is a whiteboy but his content style is still genuinely charming and just kind of fun. that’s all

last but not least (i literally saved this for last) is flux buddies! not really obscure by a long shot but the fandom is dead so it might as well be. please watch flux buddies, i care it a lot. here’s a playlist our roommate @autisticlalna made containing a good 101 episodes of flux buddies and related series so you can go through it without having to watch it for like an entire month straight. as a note - this is old yogscast so there is some off-color humor and very rare use of the r slur (they get better), and in addition the very first episode is unfortunately on a shithead’s channel. fuck sj*n. (that said: flux buddies is fucking amazing, i’m still not over 2.0′s finale, also the playlist doesn’t have the final season in it but tbh if you make it through the playlist you can kind of just watch all of flux buddies 4)

uhhhhhhh that’s about it. sorry for being a bastard on main

[ventismacchiato]

THE SCRMN LORE DUMP WAS SO GOOD now listen kai gave us the general headcanons..... I'll take one for the team and ask how they both were like in bed and if mona was scara's first time idk (i can't believe my life has come to this, asking about fictional characters love lives like a gossip monger)

also also for the angst hcs I think about that one anon's hc like how scara would die a little when yn purposefully ignores him and pretends whatever they had wasn't real, and I wanted to know exactly what might make yn ignore him in the future so I'm thinking that it's probably BC of ei (SHES SUCH A BITCH IN THIS AU AT LEAST JPTP EI WAS CIVIL) and how she might've told scara to give up his relationship with yn to be more successful and probably try to set him up with mona idk but ofc scara doesn't like her

or or scara just distances himself from them bc again, he doesn't think yn deserves them but he can't stand seeing them not in his arms (fake idgafer) so i just see him constantly trying to make contact with yn but yn can surprisingly be cold so they shut him out (kinda like btl scara!! i like how swy accidentally or purposefully parallels scarayn fr)

I'm so excited for the jealousy arc I dont even care who gets jealous I just love when characters (scara) want that cookie (us) so bad but feels as though they don't deserve them so they're forced to seethe and yearn in silence (Scaramouche is a yearner i mean you mentioned it in the prev asks how he bleeds out his feelings to songs instead of verbally expressing them that's like peak yearnism ugh i love him so much)

-🌅 anon !!

PS do you have any general hcs for the other delusion & windblume ......... kazuxiao.... kazuxiao crumbs........ very cottagecore coded i can see them being the designated therapists of the groups aside from the twins

gossip monger is taking me OUT 😭 i love when you guys ask me for head canons cus sometimes it’s things i’ve thought about and other times it’s like matter a fact what WOULD scaras tip color be 🤔

i’m gonna say scara was mona’s first time! so he was probably also gentle with her at first. it can also be the other way around (as in mona was his first) BUT! lowk i headcanon scara being a whore amongst the other trainees (like excluding windblume and delusion group) and he probably just lost his v card to some random other trainee under sakura? like do we fuck with that LMAO

like to get rid of the tension of his growing rivalry with you and his mother he probably fucked around with trainees 😭 i think that’s kinda hot lmfao walk with me here experienced scara. i feel like when he’s 18 he’s the type to just wanna get it over with and picks a random trainee HELP

i’m not gonna spoil anything HAHA but come back once i do give out the reason for why yn ignores scara LMFAOO (cus spoiler it will happen 😝) and omg ur so right it is kinda parallel btl

SCARAMOUCHE YEARNER ARC YOU GET IT he wud be standing in the corner seething silently and then write a diss track

I DO!!! i have a kazuxiao headcanon that will be in the next chapter interview i think? so if u want a spoiler rq it’s that kazuha and xiao have been dating this whole time in secret

so with that in mind i hc kazuha asked xiao out first, maybe after kazuha debuted and xiao was still a trainee so they were able to get away with secret dates. and during their trainee days they’d go “train together” but it was just an excuse to be alone. i can also see kazuha being the therapist of delusion cus he’s calm and even calmer when he’s high. he gives me the mom of the group vibes. i also hc the twins are therapists but they probably spill SO much tea to each other

also kazuha tells xiao EVERYTHING going on with delusion which is why he’s so gossipy when windblume is gossiping and has all the tea. i hc lumine will give tea about yn and aether will give tea about scara and they’ll try to set them up whenever they can (never works)

a few years into their careers it gets a little harder to hide their relationship and see each other so xiao will always say he’s buying weed from kazuha just to go on dates. they never intended it to be a secret but they also just assumed everyone could tell (they couldn’t, both of them don’t like pda) so it became a running joke to see how long they could hide it (so far two years, i hc kazuha asked xiao to be his bf after two years of subtle flirting) xiao is that one meme of wait were u flirting with me? and kazuhas like i have been for the past two years but ty for noticing

[trolleytracksmoved]

when i have the time i need to go back and read up on clash lore during it's btl phase cuz i was entirely absent in the 9 months it was going on due to burnout and i hardly know much about it outside of it happening bc of the cj resigning and atticus being the first cog death.

aside from it obviously being a big deal in the story it kinda gnaws at me how i know next to nothing about who atticus + the resistance are as individual characters and believe me when i say i love characterization as much as i love lore-building.

[123designsrq]

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3- Raimaijon Pasteurized Sugarcane Juice by Prompt Design and Cordesign The resourcefulness in the Raimaijon sugarcane juice bottle is always that when stacked, it literally seems just like a sugarcane stalk! The marginally warped round bottles nest one on top of another, because the label makes its eco-friendly color. If you stack several, the bottles begin searching like sugarcane stalks, full of nodes together! Exactly what a terrific utilize the bottle to follow along with back the product’s origin story! This might lead to a reasonably eye-catching installation around the storefront, would it not?

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6- Dinosaur Packaging Design Award for Packaging Design of Ice Cream Box by Mengying Zhang & Zhicheng Chen A amusing manner to make kids experience the experience of consuming ice-cream (enjoy it even more, instead), the Dinosaur Ice Cream Box packaging design comes with an embossed dinosaur fossil form at its base. Fill the bathtub with chocolate ice cream that represents the soil, and your children turn out to be archaeologists who have to dig through the ground with their ice-cream spoons to hit the fossilized treasure at the lowest! When you attain the give up of the box, the remnants of ice-cream appear like stray quantities of soil close to the dinosaur’s cautiously preserved fossil. Now if simplest there has been a manner to use this box to get kids to consume greater of their greens!

7- Small Bag Candle Packaging Design by Liangfang Fang and Jinxi Chen Just an fashionable manner of packaging a candle, Liangfang Fang and Jinxi Chen’s answer includes a small, flat piece of paper that’s pinched and folded, with a neat tape on top. What’s sincerely really worth appreciating is its simplicity and its minimum beauty… and the truth that it literally looks like packaging for a chocolate, because those candles appearance genuinely safe to eat, don’t they?!

8- Ooops! Use Toilet Paper Package by 2Republic BTL Reklámügynökség Kft. While the dressmaker’s call may additionally surely be a handful, the Ooops! Toilet paper is deliberately designed to be a handful too! Unlike maximum rest room papers that come packed in units of multiple rolls, and require to be unpacked and installed on a bathroom-paper-holder, the Ooops! Toilet paper is available in a p.C. Of three, and might literally be used in the field! The packaging comes with a manage, allowing you to without problems bring it round, inside the shopping center, and also interior your own home, from the shop room to the lavatory, where you can just region the package DESIGN AWARD deals right beside your lavatory. The package deal comes with a gap at the top, which you can use to pull out as tons rest room-paper as you want. Designed to be used with out a bathroom-roll-holder, the packaging dispenses the paper directly from itself. The rolls in the box are center-fed, which means that there’s no cardboard tube at the center of the roll… it’s paper proper from start to finish. That doesn’t just provide you with more lavatory paper in keeping with roll, it also way you may pull the paper out like you'll from a tissue-field. Easy peasy!

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