#i cannot name a single motivation this girl has

[tokiwigiwi]

spike chunsoft continues to take away the cunt from dgr and reduce it to a soulless husk of questionable anatomy and ugly outfits

i know what i was expecting going in dr but seeing all my girls get reduced to waifu bait. seeing it i can feel a dark energy growing in my heart

[xxchumanixx]

Lilies and conspiracies pt. 1

Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Lilies and Conspiracies pt. 1 - Reputation and Decorum

Warnings/Tags: fluff, a bit angst, historical gender roles, nothing more yet, really

Word Count: 3.172

Authors Note: Hello loves! Here it is: My first series! I have to say that I'm a tad bit nervous, considering my lack of motivation to write sometimes... Anyways, let me know what you think! Lots of love!

Series Masterlist -> pt. 2

As always: Enjoy!

Dear reader,

it has come to my notice that a certain young Miss and her brother have recently returned from their rather long stay in France, looking for love in this season. It is said that she has grown into a beautiful young woman, whilst her brother has become a handsome gentleman.

At least that is what this author has been told.

We yet have to examine this young Miss and her brother, but this author is certain that they will make a certain appereance at the second ball this season at the Trowbridge house.

One can only hope that Viscount Bridgerton will not scrutinize her with that checklist of his - the poor one.

One can only hope he will find a wife at all.

- Lady Whistledown's Society Papers, London, April 1814

It was the second ball of your season as a debutante, having only returned from your stay at France a while ago. You had yet to meet some of the Lords and Ladies, yet you could already tell a lot of them were different than you.

You had been standing at the edge of the ballroom, dancing people and burning candles all around you, the smell of perfume and candle wax heavy in the air.

You had noticed how Viscount Anthony Bridgerton stood at the edge of the ballroom as well, grumbling to himself. It hadn't slipped your notice the way he was looking for a wife, his list of potential names at hand.

Yet he seemed rather displeased.

"This is absolute nonsense." Anthony grumbled to himself after yet another girl failed to fulfill his requests and expectations, unable to meet these high standards, the paper in his hand wrinkled already.

That godforsaken list his mother had made.

He wasn't looking for love, no, not after he'd witnessed what love can do, the pain it brought; that simply wasn't in the cards for him. "How is it possible that one cannot find a proper lady in a room full of them?" he added, brows furrowing in bewilderment.

You had heard him, cocking a brow, as you moved towards him. "Trouble, Lord Bridgerton?" you asked, coming to a halt beside him with your hands clasped in front of you.

You had known the Viscount for most of your life, your brother having spend his college years with him, but when you returned from France, he seemed to have become someone else.

Anthony flinched, having been pulled from his reverie, and he raised his head to see you. He paused for a moment, his eyes scanning you once before straightening his posture. "Yes, quite." he responded with an annoyed roll of his eyes. "A whole ballroom full of debutantes, and there isn’t a single respectable one in the bunch."

"Ouch." you said playfully, putting a hand above your heart.

Anthony's eyes flickered over you, looking you up and down again. There was something about your sarcastic comment that had intrigued him. He watched as you placed a hand against your chest in feigned hurt and his lips tugged upward in a near smirk. "Well, it’s not as though I’ve been shy about what it is I’m expecting from a wife." he replied, his voice laced with dry amusement.  

Your brows twitched. "Well, the whole ton has its own opinions about that." Lady Whistledown had certainly made sure to pick up on everything the Viscount had said about his search for a suitable wife.

Anthony chuckled at that, a half smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "Yes, it’s rather fascinating exactly what gossip the ton can spread, without having their nose in the midst of my affairs." he said. "And it’s not as though I haven’t been clear enough in what I’m looking for, that I’m not looking for love." he added with a sigh, his eyes looking over you again. 

You chuckled to yourself. "Well, most matches made here are not out of love." you pointed out.

Anthony’s smirk tugged ever so slightly at the corner of his mouth at your response "It’s true, most marriages in the ton are not out of love. Perhaps I should be surprised at my difficulty with finding a match. Most of these ladies are far too young and naive and silly to even understand much of love." he said, his eyes still focused on you, watching intently every move you made. 

He couldn't shake the feeling that you had changed during your stay in France, having become a grown-up woman rather than the young and naive little girl he remembered you to be.

You chuckled again. "They are like ducklings thrown into a pond." you said. "They didn't learn how to swim yet, still they are forced to."  

Anthony hummed in agreement, his smirk growing into a full blown smile as he nodded his head. "Exactly that. Their mothers think that because they’re of age, they’ll suddenly find husbands to take care of them. And they’re all the same: sheltered and naive and foolish." he declared. "The women in this room barely know the difference between love and lust."  

You huffed. "Well, how are they expected to be, if they don't know the concept of either?" you asked, fully aware that most young girls knew much less than you did, before they were wed off to some wealthy men. 

Anthony sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You’re right, they don’t know any better. Their mothers have done them a disservice by keeping them from understanding what their purpose is." he said with a shake of his head. "It’s all so silly. Marriage is about duty and family, not love."  

You smiled a small smile at that. "Love can still find a place."  

Anthony’s expression softened as he raised a brow, a scoff leaving his mouth. "I used to believe that, until I realized it was a myth." he said. "All love does is create chaos and heartbreak. It’s easier to focus on duty and family rather than risk the mess that love can bring." His voice was firm, but there was a note of something like sorrow in it.  

Your gaze softened as you tilted your head in silent understanding. "It can be rather ironic, can it not?" you asked. 

Anthony looked at you for a moment, taking in the softening of your gaze and the tilt of your head. He could see the understanding in your eyes, and he couldn't help but be slightly impressed by it. "How is it ironic?" he questioned, his expression becoming guarded as he braced himself to hear your response.  

"Love is said to be the greatest feeling of all." you explained. "Yet it can lead to the worst of all, too." 

Anthony’s gaze remained fixed on you as you spoke, his expression becoming thoughtful. He nodded his head in agreement, a small sigh leaving his lips. "Yes, love is said to be the greatest feeling. But you’re right, it can also lead to the worst pain and heartbreak." he mused as he looked out to the ballroom, watching the couples dancing as if they were perfectly happy and in love. "Is it worth the risk, though?" he added quietly, more to himself than to you.  

"It can be." you spoke softly. "If one is brave enough to take it."  

Anthony looked back at you, a look of contemplation crossing his features as he listened to your words. He chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer. "You speak as though you’ve experienced it." he said with a slight tilt of his head, his tone laced with curiosity.  

You smiled softly. "No, not yet." you said. "But my parents were deeply in love."  

Anthony’s mouth twitched, somewhat surprised by your response. He was used to a lot of the ladies in the ton declaring how they hoped to fall in love and be loved by their partner in return, but it was rather refreshing to hear someone say they hadn’t yet experienced it.

It further fueled his theory.

He was also somewhat caught off guard by your mention of your parents being in love. It was rare to hear of a love match in the ton, and he couldn’t help but wonder about that. "You come from a love match?" he asked curiously, though something in the back of his head told him you were right. He remembered your parents distantly, remembering how deeply they cared for each other.  

You smiled. "Yes." you responded, smile faltering slightly. "My parents were smitten the moment they shared their first dance. But when my mother died, my father's heart was forever broken." 

Anthony’s expression softened, a pang of sympathy tugging at his heart, as he remembered. He could tell there was a hint of sadness in your expression as you told him of your parents’ love and your mother’s death and your father’s heartbreak that resulted from it. He knew the pain of losing a loved one all too well himself. He was silent for a moment, considering his response before speaking again. "I’m sorry for your loss." he said quietly, his voice gentler than before.

"Thank you." you said. "It's been six years now, but my father said he wouldn't do it differently, even if he knew how it ended."  

Anthony listened intently as you spoke of your father’s love for your mother, even after six years since her death. He couldn't help but be somewhat envious of your parents’ love match. He had never experienced that kind of love, but he had seen the effects of it after his father’s death. He was struck by the strength in your father’s words, the conviction that he wouldn’t change his love for your mother, no matter the outcome. "That’s true love, isn’t it?" he murmured softly, surprising himself with his question, as he was the first to declare not to believe in love as something good.  

You nodded. "It is. And it's even rarer than a compliment from the queen herself." you spoke jokingly, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

Anthony chuckled softly at your response, a hint of amusement in his eyes. He found himself strangely drawn to your wit and your understanding in this conversation. He hadn’t expected to find such an engaging companion at this dull event. He couldn’t help but raise a brow at your remark, a teasing glint in his eye.

"Is that supposed to be a high form of praise?" he asked, a hint of a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

You snorted, covering your mouth with your hand, stifling your laughter. You hadn't expected the question, being caught off guard by it.

Anthony’s smirk grew into a grin at your snort of laughter, the sound of your amusement sending a spark of something warm through him. He found himself slightly amused and even impressed by your unabashed laughter, a stark contrast to the fake giggles and smiles of most of the debutantes in the room. He couldn’t help but tease you further, his eyes still glinting with playful amusement. "I take it that’s a no, then?" he questioned, his voice laced with mirth.  

Your eyes widened, shoulders shaking from the stifled laughter. "Stop it!" you scolded him playfully, still laughing to yourself. 

Anthony chuckled heartily, the sound of your laughter only making his own amusement grow. He couldn’t remember the last time he had had such a lighthearted and playful conversation with a member of the ton. It was refreshing and strangely exhilarating.

He raised his hands in a gesture of innocence, though his eyes sparkled with mischief. "Stop what?" he asked, his voice laced with feigned innocence, his grin widening as he realized he loved seeing you laugh like this.

Strange.

You shook your head, trying to stop laughing, biting your cheek, before taking a deep breath. "Don't-" you were interrupted by another snort of laughter. You turned away from him for a brief moment, calming yourself with a hand pressed over your chest. When you turned back around, you had tears in your eyes from laughing. "You know exactly what I mean, my lord." you said breathlessly. 

You hadn't expected your evening to go like this, yet you enjoyed every second of it.

Anthony’s grin widened further as he watched you struggle to contain your laughter, his own eyes glinting with amusement. He found it utterly adorable that he could reduce you to a fit of laughter so easily. As you turned back around, your eyes still shining with tears from laughing so hard, he couldn’t help but smirk. "Oh, do I?" he teased, his voice laced with mock surprise.

He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was enjoying every moment of it.  

You shook your head, taking a deep breath. "Oh my, some would consider me unheard for laughing so much." 

Anthony chuckled, his smirk softening into a small smile. He couldn’t help but find your carefree attitude and infectious laughter refreshing. Most of the ladies he encountered in the ton were all too poised and proper, always concerned with their reputation and decorum. But here you were, laughing without a care in the world.

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of humor in his eyes. "Would they, now?" he questioned, his voice still laced with amusement.  

You wanted to respond something, when another lord stopped in front of you. "Miss Barton, would you give me the honor to have this next dance with you?" he asked, curtsying. You curtsied in return, sending him a fake smile. "Of course, Lord Pendale."

You shot Anthony an apologetic look, as the lord walked you to the dance floor.

Anthony watched with irritation as Lord Pendale approached you and requested a dance. He had been thoroughly enjoying your lighthearted conversation and infectious laughter, and the interruption by this newcomer was unwelcome. He clenched his jaw, trying to quell the envious feeling that bubbled within him as he watched you walk away with the other lord.

Strange, indeed.

Yet, despite his irritation, he couldn’t help but notice your apologetic look as you glanced back at him. He simply nodded slightly in acknowledgment; his expression guarded as he watched you take your place on the dance floor.

You danced with Lord Pendale, making smalltalk with him, but you couldn't help but notice how simple-minded and bland he was compared to Lord Bridgerton.  

Not to mention the way he used to talk down on women.

Anthony took the opportunity to observe you from afar as you danced with Lord Pendale, his eyes fixed onto you. He couldn’t help but compare the interaction with the other lord to the conversation he’d had with you. He could see your polite smile and practiced small talk, but he could also see how bored you were, too. It was easy to spot the lack of depth in Lord Pendale’s conversation and the simplicity of his personality.

He couldn’t help but feel a mix of satisfaction and disappointment as he watched you dance with someone so lacking in comparison to himself.  

When the dance was over, you curtsied to Lord Pendale, before your gaze filtered the crowd for Anthony. Before you could walk over to him, though, your brother stepped beside you.

"We're leaving." Max said. "Why?" you wanted to know. "It's still early." He nodded. "Father wants to go home. Come." Without further ado, he walked you out of the ballroom, not giving you any time to find Anthony again, before you drove home in your carriage.  

Anthony watched as you curtsied to Lord Pendale, but before he could even begin to consider finding an excuse to approach you, he saw your brother appear beside you and then take you away from the ball. He was left feeling dissatisfied and frustrated, his gaze lingering on the spot where you had stood moments earlier.

Without you, the ball seemed to lose its appeal and now he was forced to continue mingling with the other dull and boring party guests again.  

You bit your lip, looking out of the carriage window, even though you didn't see much in the darkness.

"Did you talk to Lord Bridgerton earlier?" your brother wanted to know. You looked over at him, sighing. "Yes, why?" He shook his head. "They call him a rake." he said. "That means he's not worthy of you." You shook your head, but didn't say anything. He wouldn't get to decide who you talked to or not.  

When you arrived home, you made your way into your chambers, telling your maid to dress you for the night. Even though it was still early, you were somehow exhausted, yet energized at the same time.

Your encounter with Anthony had brightened your evening, something you wouldn't have considered before, when you were still young. He was always so out of reach, especially after his father died and he became colder, building a wall around himself.

Meanwhile Anthony sat in his office, a drink in hand as he replayed the events of the night in his mind; having left shortly after you.

He couldn't get the image of you out of his head, how you had talked about love and your parents' love match, how you had laughed at his teasing, how you had looked while dancing with another and then been whisked away.

He had expected to attend the ball and see the usual ton ladies, but you had stood out to him in a way no other had before.  

You were lying in your bed, thinking about the conversation with Lord Bridgerton. You couldn't sleep, at least not until a few hours into the night.

It was strange how he managed to burn himself into your brain so fast, like ivy that slowly grew rampant.

Anthony was also restless, unable to sleep. He tossed and turned in his bed, his thoughts consumed by you. He couldn't understand why you had stayed on his mind so heavily.

He had talked to dozens of ladies in his time, why would you be different?

But no matter how much he tried to push away the thoughts of you, your laughter and your words replayed in his mind over and over.  

Finally, in the early hours of the morning, Anthony gave up on trying to sleep. He threw off the covers and got out of bed, dressing in a simple shirt and trousers before heading out of his bedroom.

He walked through the empty halls of Bridgerton House, his thoughts still consumed by you. He wanted to see you again. But it was so early in the morning, and he couldn't simply show up at your house. He was restless, frustrated and yearning for your company yet he didn't know how to get it.  

Or why he yearned for it in the first place.

You had managed to catch a few hours of sleep, but you woke early, lying restless in bed again. You tossed and turned, unable to stop thinking about Anthony.

Him and your brother went to school together, university, he never seemed to be someone to pique your interest. Yet he had managed to, with only one simple conversation.

He truly must have changed during the time you had spent in France, after your mother passed. He seemed more grown-up than you had remembered him, but then it were almost six years you hadn’t seen him.  

Anthony soon couldn't stand it anymore.

The night had passed and now, as the sun rose and the rest of London slowly began to wake, he made an impulsive decision. He dressed in his finest clothes before getting in the carriage and giving the driver a destination: your house.

He had no plan, no idea what he would say, but all he knew was that he had to see you again.  

[sleepysnk]

Hey saw you had Head Canon requests open and I really enjoyed the Chifuyu one you wrote! Was wondering if you could come up with some for Kazutora? Romantic, SFW, NSFW, anything you want ☺️ no rush and if you can't totally fine thank you.

a/n: ahh! thank you for your words! 🫶🏻 it means a lot to me!! i had a lot of fun with these, so thank you again for sending this in! i hope you enjoy! 🤍

characters: kazutora hanemiya

warnings: nsfw, smut, unprotected sex, some rough sex, oral sex f!receiving, edging, overstimulation, use of pet names (baby, princess, my girl), squirting, praising, some degradation, hair pulling, mentions of hickies, mentions of food, fluff, some after care.

SFW+NSFW HEADCANONS.

kazutora hanemiya:

- i fully believe kazutora is a romantic guy. despite his past, he wants to change and be a much better guy for you. that’s one of his biggest goals.

- a. fucking. sweetheart. kazutora is very much an acts of service and physical touch kind of guy. he will buy you anything you want and probably spoil you rotten in your relationship! he likes to buy you random things. whether that be makeup, new clothes, a new snack, he loves to just see the smile on your face whenever you open up a new gift from him. it instantly warms his heart at the sight, and he falls in love with you every single time.

- touching on the physical touch aspect, i believe kazutora just loves holding you in bed that night. he’s went through a lot of shit in the past couple of years, so he needs that comfort more than anything. expect him to lay on your boobs or just hold you close to his chest. he cannot sleep unless you’re in bed beside him and he knows you’re safe.

- passenger princess? hell yes. he will pick you up and take you anywhere. it doesn’t matter if you guys are traveling far, he loves when you’re sitting in the passenger seat. he loves to admire you when you’re humming a tune or just staring out the window. you look so pretty like that.

- HE LOVES WHEN YOU PLAY WITH HIS HAIR. kazutora is always picky about other people messing with it, but when it’s you? oh go crazy! he will let you do whatever you want to it. whether it be putting it in pigtails, curling it, straightening it, he doesn’t care. he just loves when your hands are running through his black and blonde strands. also, it helps him fall asleep at night. i think touching his hair is such a huge comfort thing for him, so expect him to love it and crave it.

- “wait, baby, put your hands.. here. yeah, right there.”

- kazutora is somewhat clingy. he wouldn’t be extremely clingy to the point where it’s unbearable, but he loves to be by your side and have your attention on him. it’s super cute.

- he’s definitely a guy who likes low maintenance dates. not saying he doesn’t like going to fancy restaurants, but he loves to just have one at home with you. he’d cook something nice for you and then you’d both enjoy it while watching a movie. don’t worry though, there’s always lots of room for dessert as well ;). especially once you both have had some cuddle time under the blanket.

- he always sends you those random texts reminding you that you’re beautiful. he just can’t help himself. he’s so in awe with your beauty that he loves talking about it. he will even tell his friends how amazing you are. he just cannot help himself, yk?

- “hey, princess. just a reminder you’re the best girl ever and i love you!! 🫶🏻”

- kazutora has so many pictures of you!! he’s kind of like chifuyu when it comes to being your personal hype man. he loves to see your pretty face whenever he opens his phone. i also feel as if he’s the kind of guy who would have a polaroid of you on the back of his cellphone. he sometimes stares at it when he’s bored or when he needs a little motivation throughout the day.

- now.. onto some more spicy things.

- i firmly believe this man is a fucking freak. he isn’t super super kinky, but i do believe he knows how to really throw some spice in the bedroom. he’s really good at what he does and he makes you feel like you’re on the fucking moon whenever he’s having sex with you.

- sex can be quite an intimate act for the two of you. some times it’s slow and sensual. he’ll make love to you and cherish you like you’re his wife. those are the days when kazutora is most soft and he takes his time with you. he can eat you out for hours and not get tired when he makes you cum for the third time in a row. he also will constantly remind you that you’re beautiful and that your body is such a work of art. he praises you so much!

- he also has a good tongue. he knows all the right places to make you feel good. he also can EATT. kazutora loves watching you in pleasure, especially when it’s from him. it’s always your pleasure over his any day.

- he will more than likely make you squirt with how good he is in bed.

- now on a different note, kazutora can be a little more rough with you. sometimes he doesn’t take his time and he fucks your brains out till you’re a mess on his cock. he’ll probably be the type to overstimulate you until you’re crying and begging him to slow down because of how sensitive your clit is. he doesn’t slow the pace though ;). he wants you trembling and falling apart for him by the end of the night.

- “yeah.. that’s my pretty little slut. cum for my cock, baby.”

- if he’s hitting it from behind, he’s so going to pull your hair. he loves to yank on something whenever he’s fucking your brains out, and it will always be your hair. he can be kinda rough with it too. he’ll even pull

- he can be a little mean sometimes. whenever he’s in the mood to tease you, he’ll edge you to the point where you’re a shaky mess for him. kazutora loves watching you squirm and whine for that release. he totally gets off on that shit, so expect him to do it often to mess with you. it’s even worse when he draws you so so close and then he halts completely and pulls out with your sticky arousal all over his dick.

- he kinda likes when you tug on his hair whenever he’s going down on you. it’s one of his favorite things to do.

- “yeah, that’s my girl. cum all over my face, baby.”

- kazutora loves to mark up your neck. if you’re sitting on his lap he’ll lean in and bite your neck to see whatever marks are left. he’ll suck on your sweet spot and that only increases the pleasure, especially if he’s making you ride his cock. it’s so fucking hot.

- always after sex you guys take a nice bath or shower together. he always kisses your shoulders as a silent apology if he was being really rough. it’s super cute whenever he’s like that. he’ll also make sure to cuddle with you afterwards because he loves to feel your skin against his. it’s the best form of intimacy in his opinion.

- he’s so cute.. MARRY THIS MAN.

[jooillusion]

🌸 I just remembered when you said Gunil would use Princess as a pet name for his S/O

So my ask is what petnames do you think xdh members would use??

Hope you have a good day hehe🫶

what ot6 calls their partner <3

warnings: none

i’m finally out of hibernation for like the 50th time and trying to gain my motivation to write back. i have sm ideas but absolutely no motivation to write 😭 so hopefully this fuels it and i hope you enjoy!!

꩜ G. GUNIL

↳ princess, darling

we’ve already established gunil calls you princess when he’s praising you but guys come on YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS MAN CALLS DOESNT CALL HIS S/O DARLING OR. i feel like gunil is a little bit old school so darling would be right behind princess. loves spoiling his significant other, and because i’m delulu whenever he buys you something he’ll slip in a little “good choice darling :).”

extra(s): sunshine (definitely saying it’s bc of good morning sunshine ), baby, honey

꩜ K. JUNGSU

↳ angel, sweetheart

BIG BIG BIGGGGG angel and sweetheart guy. i can imagine when you too are having a date day, you and jungsu are holding hands while taking a troll around an amusement park. when you two go into a gift shop and he tells you “get anything you want angel.” and when you two are on a ride, he sees you’re obviously nervous and takes your hand in his, saying “don’t worry sweetheart, i got you.” (ignoring that one rtw episode)

extra(s): love bug, sweetie

꩜ K. JISEOK

↳ my girl, dreamgirl

i’ve discussed this before in my gamer bf!gaon, he calls his s/o my girl whenever he’s talking about you to his friends, he’s a lil possessive but he loves showing you off whenever he gets the chance :,). besides that, if you two are cuddling and talking about the timeline of your rl (you two would do this a whole bunch) he’d refer to you as his dreamgirl, and he’ll call you it for the rest of the week.

extra(s): babe, baby, princess

꩜ O. SEUNGMIN

↳ cutie, beautiful

seungmin definitely loves to worship and praise his lover like i do not know how much i can stress this like have you seen this man’s bubble account? definitely knows how to cheer you up when you’re feeling down, “what’s wrong cutie? do you need anything?” AHHHHHH and likes calling you beautiful when because it gets you all flustered and he loves it.

extra(s): doll, sweetheart, lovely

꩜ H. HYEONGJUN

↳ pretty, flower

hyeongjun is such a sweetie omg :,(. likes to take cute little pictures of his s/o on a digital camera to save every single memory that you two share. “do another pose for me, pretty.” “come on pretty, let’s go.” it has you kicking your feet inside. it’ll really have you kicking your feet when he takes a picture of you and he call you his “pretty flower.”

extra(s): babe, your own name (he loves it sm :,))

꩜ L. JOOYEON

↳ my love, hun

like jiseok, i can imagine jooyeon being possessive but chill at the same time, so when he is affectionate it surprises you. since you guys see each other only about three times a week, so when he picked you up in an embrace whenever you see each other, “it’s been too long, my love.” and it’s only been a few days, it catches you way off guard. he’d intentionally stare into your eyes, down at your lips, then back into your eyes while you’re talking and it’d make you stutter, in which he smiles and asks, “you okay, hun?”

extra(s): my lady, babe, your own name

please remember that this is a pure work of fiction.

[kassandras-one-braincell]

I need to ramble into the void about Arcane season 2 act 2 because I'm a fucking wreck, but genuinely overjoyed too. Mostly sobbing, though. There is a smidge of LoL lore under the cut too but that's just me being autistic.

This show is genius. I have so many thoughts. The Glorious Evolution is at the forefront of most of them.

Viktor's commune is so cleverly designed, and brings in different elements from the whole of Runeterra. The architecture is distinctly Ionian, the foliage is Ixtali, and the colour palette is Demacian but with the iridescence of the Arcane. It's such a brilliant design choice. And immortalising Skye as this symbol of curiosity and progress, the epitome of true scientific partnership, is beautiful. It's amazing to see Viktor becoming a fully fleshed-out character with a complex and appealing motive.

Speaking of, Singed???

Singed's experimentation finally makes sense. I was always hoping to see Orianna in Arcane, and this was the best possible outcome. A villain gains a motive, my first ever main has her lore integrated into the events of the show, and his little music box has so much more meaning. Every single character has a moral plight in this show. The gasp I gusped upon seeing that ballerina figurine literally woke my dad up.

Jayce, Piltover's face of progress, being the undoing of the commune is just poetic. I'm living for biblically accurate Jayce.

Vander made me ugly-cry at least three times. Making him into Warwick was the right choice. And the 2D animation of the bloodlust, replicating that in-game mechanic, was so good. That oil-painting-style flashback sequence with Vi and Powder and their mother was a bloody masterpiece. I'm really glad there was an act dedicated to him.

Mel. Fucking Mel. The Black Rose is one of the most interesting factions in LoL, and god, am I glad they kept Mel's arc going by intrinsically tying her into them. The integration of Noxian lore has been impeccable thus far. Ambessa explaining the three core values to Caitlyn was a lovely touch.

I'm glad Ambessa's right hand (forgot his name) Pantheon't bit the bullet, because his resemblance to a certain Targonian Aspect was starting to freak me out. Very curious where her arc is tending towards.

As soul-destroying as it was to see Isha's sacrifice, it was essential to Jinx's character arc. Sweet baby girl. She will live on happily in fix-it fics. I haven't cried this hard at a piece of media since the first season. Her innocent joy at having her hair dyed and braided like her big sister, and the montage in the Powder-like sketchy art style before she pulled the trigger on zap... They couldn't have written a more gut-wrenching sacrifice if they tried.

And finally, while it was contained within the more light-hearted episode of the Act, Sevika. I have no quarrel with the fuckass bob. She cannot catch a break, or keep a prosthetic together. But the payoff was getting to see her organic arm in its full thick, muscular glory. The calm before the storm. Happy thoughts.

1000/10, cannot wait for the final Act, as much as it will wound us all, probably.

[lunarflux]

⥈ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗, 𝖕𝖙 𝟏 [𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖗𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘] 

Aemond Targaryen x Reader/fem!OC | Daemon Targaryen x Reader/fem!OC 

X: There is a dark soul in the Red Keep who toys with the strings of fate and tampers with the bonds it holds. She frays at its edges, knowing that with a simple word she could sever it entirely. Aemond has found a soul that mirrors his, and she fills the cracks in his core with molten gold. Though he isn't the only one who craves the solace she provides - or the pleasure she withholds.

Note: This has been edited into third person omniscient, and the word count has been doubled. I think it's safe to say I should stick to what I know lol

Word count: 2,2k

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It was a curious silence that fell over the Small Council whenever she arrived. Queen Alicent who, even in her youth, never looked at Lethira without suspicion eyed her as she sat down, claiming the seat that normally would have been claimed by Lord Corlys. Her lips formed into a bloodless line. 

The pangs of sour memories had yet to cease their needle-like assault on Alicent’s chest. Every time Lethira would appear, all she saw was the same grin – the same, conniving smirk – that plagued her youth. Rhaenyra was her friend, but Lethira was far from it. And while their interactions back then were never purposefully unpleasant, it was almost as if Lethira knew things, had intentions, that Alicent was always painfully aware of. For whatever reason, Rhaenyra was not. And if she was, she either ignored it or welcomed it. Alicent never knew which. 

Alicent saw. It was impossible not to. She saw the inevitable effect Lethira had on those around her. They all turned. They all stared. The attention could have been ignored, but it was the way her childhood ghost somehow made the room turn cold while setting it ablaze with her words. No one knew how to challenge her, for when they tried, it was in vain. She was too cunning. She held thoughts and opinions that silenced even the Hand of the King.  

"Lethira," Alicent said her name with a heavy sigh. Regardless of her worries, she still found a way to hold herself strong. She would not have a cold memory from her youth plague her life as a queen. "I understand Small Council is still very new to you. However - " 

"- I am well aware of when the Council meets, Your Grace." Lethira's response was quick and sharp, not with the preciousness of adolescence, but with the certainty of a dark chill. "I am here as a courtesy to inform you I cannot stay today. I have other pressing matters to attend to." 

"And what -" 

“Perhaps, you should consider installing one of your sons in my place of this Council if you are in need of a body to warm a seat.” Lethira cocked her head to the side, her legs crossed one over the other in a manner that allowed her black gown to expose the faintest flash of skin. She loved these silent battles with Alicent. The way her brow would twitch with concern. It was the same, even back then. 

Alicent had no time to argue before she stood with a facetious curtsy.

It had not been long since Lethira's arrival that she started to pick away at the many shadows that haunted the Red Keep. Some shadows, however, followed closer than others. 

Daemon, sly as ever, always seemed to be around every corner with his signature grin. If Lethira spoke and consequently removed the tongue of a curt Lord with a single word, he would smile again. He kept his distance – only barely. And when he didn’t, the conversations always teetered on something she recognized as playful teasing. It was a foolish attempt to understand her (and her motives), and yet she welcomed it all the same. 

How entertaining. 

“Avoiding your duties again, little serpent,” Daemond appeared just as the doors to the Council shut behind her. He tilted his head towards her with his eyes narrowed as if he still had not grown used to the image of Lethira as a woman and not a girl. “Lord Corlys might think you absent in his place.” 

Lethira enjoyed the way he looked at her. Yes, it was a face and an expression she recalled from her youth, but it was also the same way he looked at Rhaenyra. Whether he was aware she saw it (even if Rhaenyra didn’t), she didn’t care.  

“Alicent has done her duty to keep me mute. She needs a seat filled and sees no use for my opinion no matter how rooted in logic it may be.” 

“So, I am correct. Loose loyalty does not suit a Lady, Lethira.” 

She leaned in close until the scent of leather and sea salt trickled over her cheeks. Daemon didn’t back down, maintaining his composure in the face of her firm stance. Lethira parted her lips, just enough for him to see her tongue run across her teeth.  

“Am I still a ‘little serpent’ to you, Daemon?” 

There was a flicker – only barely noticeable – to flash across his face. A young Rhaenyra challenged him in similar ways, but as the years passed, there had been no other to speak to him in a way that felt like it was laced with fire. The low rumblings of her taunting turned his lips upward, and cast his gaze down to exposed flesh below her collar. Supple and rosy, he wondered if she tasted just as sweet. 

Lethira took two steps back with her hands folded behind her back. She tilted her chin down, looking up at him through midnight lashes. “There is no loyalty in that council. Only rigid greed.” 

“And do you not also feel the euphoric sting of greed?” Daemon chuckled. The scent of her sweet perfume beckoned him closer, but he stood firmly. “I thought I knew you better.” 

“I do not feed the greed of others, my Prince,” she whispered, lips puckering ever so slightly. “Only my own. I suppose you and I are alike in that way.” 

“Always the fire-starter.” He raised his head. “You always were a dangerous one.” 

“One of us must hold the flame to the throne. Now that the Princess shares your marital bed, I see that your light has dimmed. She always did pull your attention. Whether or not I burned just as brightly back then will always be a mystery to you. I am not snuffed out so easily.” Lethira's gaze shifted. “Unless you believe that your nephew carries the torch where you cannot. Maybe his flame matches mine.” 

There it was again – the flicker – except now it was the distinct sign that she'd hit a nerve. Daemon’s jaw tightened, and his grin faltered. He hated mentions of Aemond, and Lethira knew. The one-eyed prince was the only other shadow she cared to notice, and whatever attention she paid to him irked Daemon in ways that amused her. It wasn’t a matter of seeing who would fight for her. She wanted to know who would break beneath her pretty fingers.  

Who would break, who would break first, and who would shatter. 

The trysts with Daemon never ended with a farewell. By now Lethira grew used to simply walking past him, and always, she felt his eyes follow like a predator learning the habits of small prey. 

This was the new game, and she learned to play it well. 

⥈⥈⥈⥈⥈⥈ 

The hours of politics wore Lethira down just enough to the point where her mask faltered. It was only then that she excused herself, and she always managed to evade her escorts no matter how hard they tried to follow. She walked slowly throughout the Keep. The moon rose high above the courtyard, and the Lords and Ladies retreated to their chambers. It was only the King’s Guard that remained, and when their eyes traced the line of her waist, she would glance – only once – and force them back to attention. 

Lethira walked on until she found the room she often found the most solace – or perhaps, the most entertainment. 

Aemond stood with his back to her, hands clasped behind him as he looked out over the bay. His silver hair glinted in the moonlight, his posture rigid as always. Lethira leaned lazily against a marble column, watching him with a sly smile—like a dragon on watch that knew exactly how much her presence unsettled him. 

Another game.  

This was of a different kind than the one she played with Daemon. So different, and yet so much sweeter. Aemond’s silent anguish and curiosity tasted like liquid frost while Daemon’s felt like a blistering fire. Where Daemon’s stare followed her in the open, Aemond’s followed in secret. She wanted to tug at him if only to see where he’d bend. Where would he fold – would he fold at all? The fall was inevitable. From her brief time in King’s Landing, Lethira observed what others overlooked. He was far more pensive than most, and he was seen as strong enough to be left alone by the Queen. 

What a waste, she thought. He was yet another dragon trapped in a prince’s mortal cage. Something about his latency intrigued her. 

"Still brooding, Aemond?" Lethira teased with her voice only loud enough for him to hear. "You'll bear a hole in a moon if you stare at it any harder." 

He turned his head slightly. "And what brings you skulking out here, Lethira? Tired of the revelry already?" His voice was low, calm—dangerously so. With Aemond, every word felt like a sword piercing the fragile veil of fabric on skin, honed to precision. 

She stepped closer, her silk gown rustling softly against the stone. "You of all people would recognize a skulk. I needed a moment away from dull courtiers and their duller politics." 

His lips curved into the faintest hint of a smirk before disappearing back into his stoic facade. "Funny. I thought you thrived on politics. And the subtle prying of men’s faults." 

"I do," she admitted, her gaze flickering over him like a cat sizing up its prey. "But I find this much more interesting." 

Aemond shifted, his intense gaze locking onto hers. "Do you enjoy this? Pretending like our meetings are a coincidence?" 

"Perhaps it is just a coincidence. Isn’t that why I have your favor," she countered smoothly, closing the distance between them. "You like danger. And you crave control. It’s the uncertainty of knowing it is I who has the control that unnerves you." 

A muscle in his jaw tightens, but his eye never left her, circling over the hint of a flush over her cheeks. "You think you know me so well." 

"I do," she murmured. "Because I find myself... Intrigued. By you." Her voice softened, and in that brief moment, the mask slipped—just a little before she caught herself. The rigid wall returned quickly. "I simply wonder if we are allies... or enemies." 

Aemond’s breath caught—just for a second, almost imperceptible. "And what would you have us be?" he asked quietly, his voice edged with something dangerous. Desire, perhaps. Or regret. 

Lethira leaned in, lips brushing just close enough to be felt without touching. "Depends," she whispered. "What are you willing to give me?" 

His hand snapped out, catching her wrist—not harshly, but with enough force to make her heart skip. For a moment, they were locked in a silent standoff, the tension between them a live wire.  

His grip said, You won’t control me.  

Her unflinching stare replied, Watch me try. 

And then, just as quickly, he let her go. 

“Do you grow tired of toying with my uncle already?” The venom flowed freely in Aemond's voice. Just as Daemon detested his name, Aemond loathed Daemon’s. The constant push and pull over – not only the power in the realm – but over who had the least amount of stakes in this game with Lethira. Aemond wouldn’t dare sit to wonder how invested he was – or if he was invested at all. Something about her and the way she spoke unnerved him, but the rumblings in his chest told him this was not the fear he had grown to tame into force. This was something entirely different. 

“And why does my time with Daemon bother you so?” Lethira hummed a low sigh as she slowly circled around him. “He sees me as the image of the girl Rhaenyra was, only now a woman. My time away from King’s Landing allowed me to grow. Not change. I do not control the urges of a tempted man. You give me too much credit.” 

"You think too highly of yourself, Lethira," Aemond murmured, though his eye lingered on her a moment too long. 

She stopped in front of him and tilted her head, a slow smile spreading across her lips. "Perhaps. Or maybe you don’t allow yourself to think highly enough of me." 

Aemond stepped back, giving her space—but not before brushing his fingers along hers, the briefest, most deliberate of touches. It was a warning. And a promise. She wondered if that was all the indulgence he could stand to allow himself. That was all he allowed himself to give to her – a touch. How long before he crumbled before her and gave more? 

"You’ll have to work harder than that," Aemond whispered. 

Lethira's smile deepened, the challenge sparking something electric in her veins. "Good," she purred. "If you made it too easy, I would’ve grown tired of you." 

Aemond gave her one last look, something dark and unfathomable swirling in his gaze. And then, without another word, he turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving her standing alone beneath the stars. 

But she didn’t mind. Not one bit. Because she knew—this is just the beginning. 

[khrysalisposting]

okay here it is: MY WIZ OC MASTERPOST *one person clapping from the back of the room noises*

i have a bunch and i never talk about them ever so hopefully this motivates me to actually yap (continued under the cut!)

Valerian Thundercloud (he/him)

(Pre-Azteca on left, current on right)

Age: 25 (at the time of Selenopolis/post-Wallaru/pre-Arc 5)

School: Death

Voice claim: Lilac Cookie

Birthplace: Sardonyx, Khrysalis

Story: Originally from a lineage of diviners known for their defense contract work, yet was never able to grasp Storm magic. Sent to WC around age 6, but didn't start at Ravenwood until ~12/13 (and doesn't remember much--if anything--of his life before then). Decided to try out Necromancy thru Malorn, and it instantly clicked. He's been running with it ever since. Azteca was the turning point for his life, being such a traumatizing event in his mind that he felt even MORE dread going forward. Embraced shadow a little too hard and now has left a permanent physical change on his body/eyes. Being public enemy #1 in Novus also really affected him, and is now extremely cautious with who he interacts with (loooots of lingering paranoia). Keeps those who he was close with (the Selenopolis seven) VERY close. Like suffocatingly close. He can't lose again.

Fun Facts: Has a pet Shadow Phoenix named Roxie that is his bestest friend and worst enemy because she PECKS AT HIS FACE. Picks up on Spiralian languages pretty quickly, and can speak a decent amount of Mantis tongue. His favorite spell to use is Winged Sorrow. Guilty of still using blade/blade/berserk/AOE in every fight. Rarely takes on a Shadow form (Sentinel/Shrike abomination of a fusion) because he tends to lose control of it, and cannot polymorph back into himself. I ship him w/ Dyvim because he is so down bad for the mouse its INSANE

Lila Hexcaster (she/they)

Age: 24

School: Death

Birthplace: Chelsea Court, Marleybone

Voice claim: Luna Lovegood

Story: The Death school's resident fashionista! Enrolled in Ravenwood a little after Valerian did, and when they met in class, they instantly hit it off. She's like a sister to him. They enjoy Necromancy, sure, but her true passion is robe design. They love EGL/variations of Kei fashion (so you know she lost their mind when the Fanciful Fairy Kei pack hit the market) and are always looking for people to make custom robes for. A very positive ray of sunshine that also loves death magic.

Fun Facts: She's spent 40k crowns trying to get the gothic fairy kei gear and doesn't regret a single thing. She's HORRIBLE with budgeting but she doesn't really care. Her favorite spell is Animate, because she could always use extra help with styling her outfits. Would sell her arm for a Tenochti-Flan at any given moment.

Chione (she/her/it/they)

Age: Indeterminate (physically 35)

School: Ice/Moon

Birthplace: Sunless Shrine/River of Frozen Tears, Polaris

Voice claim: Lisa Hannigan

Story: A part of the Auroracle, she developed a desire to experience the Spiral the way a regular entity would. When discussing this with the hivemind, it was allowed the opportunity to take on a humanoid form, but at the cost of one of her senses. With that, she chose her sight. She is fully blind, but is still able to perceive the world with sensing the auras of others. Rarely fights, but when they do, its always a VERY heavy hit. Still part of the Auroracle hivemind, but also has her own personality. Always very soft-spoken and calm. Has a pet polar bear named Lumi.

Fun Facts: GIRL KISSERRRRRR!!! she kinda just floats around and rarely has her feet touch the ground. Loves spending time in cold environments, as it reminds them of home. Never goes anywhere without Lumi.

Llewyn Woodsprinter (he/him)

Age: 27

School: N/A (if he had to choose, Fire)

Birthplace: Last Wood, Khrysalis

Voice claim: Deckard

Story: A clumsy Burrower that resides in the Last Wood. He's an apprentice blacksmith that forges the armor and weapons the knights use, learning under his father. He, however, doesn't wish to be a blacksmith for the rest of his life. He wants more than anything to fight the Umbra Legion on the front lines and contribute to the cause, but is too clumsy to wield a sword. For now, he simply watches from the safety of Peppergrass Glen, yet sneaks off after dark to practice his swordfighting skills without his father knowing.

Fun Facts: Loves to make golden jewelry in his free time, and sells them as a little side job. Has a specific tree he loves to practice his swordfighting on. Wears reading glasses sometimes (though he does need glasses all the time). Hasn't been outside the Last Wood since he was little.

And thats all of em! Ill make a seperate post for the OCs that are specific to the luminescent army au at a later date, but these are the ones id literally do anything to yap abt :3333 YAYYYYYYYY

[vilonnie]

you are the only thing I have left in this sorry world, my sole reason to move forward, my driving motivation, my light in the dark. all that I do, I do in your name. I cannot stand to see your pain, but when I watch your barefaced blood and sweat as you struggle to heal from it all I can think is that you look so cool, so strong, so beautiful. this world is cruel and it has made us feel so powerless, and so small, but still you are here with me in this sunset, embracing me in your arms. I love you, I love you, I love you... if I was given a single wish, the only thing in the world I would want is to keep you here with me by my side. do you like girls btw

[tickledpink31]

I’ve had this idea for a while, and the six pose dance song has been stuck in my head for a week. So, this new girl with the striking resemblance to Minako is an alternate version of Minako from another dimension. She’s now Mika, an orphan and high school student in Japan. Watch me as I make some self-indulgent found family content with a very niche part of disney.

Feel free to ask more about Mika and the recruiters

A few warnings: Content is mostly sad since I can't seem to make ocs without torturing them or giving them tragic backstories. I was also kind of sad doing research about orphaned children in Japan.

Bio

As a baby, she was found on the doorstep of a child institution without a single piece of information to identify her biological family. Mika has lived in three institutions and with two different families. Her status of being an orphan has often left her friendless and discriminated within not just her school, but almost every place outside an institution.

Currently, Mika resides in her second foster home with the Arai family that neglects her and only took her in to get the government money. She works as a waitress at a diner in hopes of surviving the adult world once her foster family kicks her out after she graduates from high school or even sooner once she turns eighteen in November.

Meeting the Villain Recruiters

(I couldn't find a lot of information on if Japanese schools going to field trips to Disneyland, but for the sake of this plot, just go with it)

Mika's homeroom wins an all-expense school field trip to Tokyo DisneySea set during the week leading up to Halloween. Much to her delight, she gets the opportunity to attend the Disney Villain Recruiters Atmos show event and the Sailing Day Buffet event. Little does she know, the recruiters are not just actors, but actual henchman of infamous Disney villains.

...And all 10 of them are scouting her long after the trip is over.

Personality

While her twst counterpart, Minako has little sister energy being the youngest in her family, Mika in comparison has big sister vibes. On the surface level, Mika can seem childish due to her naivety and her need for attention from adults. However, she’s quite responsible as she is rather efficient at time-management between work and school, doing chores around the house, and even helping the child care workers take care of the younger children when she was still living in an institution.

Mika maintains a soft-spoken persona, but holds strong convictions about how unfairly institutionalized children are treated and how biological parents aren't always good parents. She is more perceptive than she lets on as she is well aware that the recruiters are making excuses to spend time with her in order to gain her favour and later be recruited. She rarely voices her opinions and inner thoughts out loud.

Having spent most of her childhood as a lonely orphan, she craves attention and affection from others, especially from adults. In spite of knowing the ulterior motives of the recruiters, she continues to consort with them as they were the closest thing she had to a group of friends.

Abilities

Unlike Minako, Mika is not a witch or that much of athlete, but she's near-indestructible. She doesn't know why. She can survive the heaviest falling debris, gunshot wounds, stabbing, decapitation poisoning, and cannot be burned by even hellfire. Mika has only gotten sick twice in her life, but her illnesses tend to hit very hard.

Hey, I only said "near-indestructible."

Other Facts

Up until she was six, Mika was called Hanako Yamada or Yamada Hanako in Japanese. And no, I don't mean the little sister from Yandere Simulator or the comedian. Hanako Yamada and Taro Yamada are the Japanese equivalent of Jane/John Doe.

Her first family that she was taken in by was a sweet elderly couple who adopted her when and legally changed her the name to Mika Masaki.

Mika was among the very few children who got to live with a family let alone two families, but only because she has no biological parents and other relatives that anyone knows about that can ask to take her back.

Mika's first adopted parents taught her plenty of basic life skills in cooking, cleaning, managing money, etc.

Unfortunately, her adopted parents were beginning to experience the first stages of dementia when Mika was ten and were deemed unfit to care for her. The Masakis were placed in a nursing home and Mika was forced to go to her third institution before eventually being taken in by an uncaring foster family a year later.

Relationships with the Recruiters: A Summary

I'll make a much more in depth version of the relationships another day. For now, take a summary of their general relationships with Mika.

They seem to know something about Mika's origins, but why? It's like she met a long time ago, but Mika can't put her finger on it. She knows that they're planning to recruit her, she just doesn't know why her specifically. And if they wanted her to be their team so bad, why are most of them so distrustful and acting like she could fold them like a lawn chair?

That's how it was at first. Over time, all ten of them grew to care for Mika and started empathizing for her situation. They are slightly yandere-ish because half of them don't know how to act like regular humans.

Mika has a few love interests from the group, mainly being Jack Heart and Apple Poison. Why? Because they're my favourites and I have to have romance. I had this scenario in mind on Mika's eighteenth birthday and Jack Heart was the first recruiter who made his official introduction to her and brought a tart for her birthday at the end of their wonderland shenanigans. This is still just him with ulterior motives but still.

[sidehowriting]

Here's a rough rough draft of something I'm working on. Since there's next to nothing with Gideon I figured I'd share and that gives me the motivation to keep writing lol. *also posted on my OG post as a reblog*

The sun was warm against your skin. The grass softer than you expected. Of course, that was on you for not thinking the Gemstone's kept their grass immaculate. Regardless, the sun and the grass and Gideon next to you made you feel relaxed and at ease.

"I can't tell you the last time I just… laid in the grass for fun!" You nearly giggled.

"Can you tell me the last time you were on Go Karts?" Gideon asked.

"Nope!"

The breeze was gentle as it swept over you. Closing your eyes, you exhaled. Breathing in, well, everything.

"Y/N?" Gideon's voice brought you back.

"Hmm?"

"I'm glad you're here."

You peaked open your eyes, turning your head to the side to look at him. The brightness of the sun brought out his blue of his eyes. His hair looking even sandier. Every single freckle noticeable.

"I am too."

"I'm sorry it's under these circumstances."

You shrugged. "It's alright." It wasn't though. You knew it. He knew it. Everyone knew it. But at this particular moment, the how and why didn't matter. This moment was all that did. "I just missed you." You blinked nice and long. Mind running back to one of the last times you saw Gideon.

The after party was already in full swing when you arrived. You wanted to be fashionably late but maybe this was a bit too much. Brooke was already hammered when you found her.

"Hey, bitch!" She slurred, draping a long arm around you. "We've been doing shots!"

You laughed, putting your arm around her waist. "I can see that!"

"There's plenty more!" Her free arm held a red solo cup and you knew that that contained some incredibly strong mixed drink. You took the cup from her and took a sip. Yep. The rum and coke (mostly rum) burned in the best way.

You passed her back her drink. "Guess who's been asking about you?"

Your heart skipped a beat. "Gideon?"

"No." She stumbled as she lead you to where the shots were. "Randy."

That was more disappointing than Gideon not asking about you. "Oh," you mustered.

"He just can't take a hint."

"No, he cannot."

"How many times has he asked you out?"

"Like seven."

"Jesus fucking christ what a- oh! Shots"!

One of the other girls you worked with on the movie - Heather? Halle? Harlow? - had a full tray of shots she was carrying around.

"Brooke! Y/N! Here!" She thrusted the tray towards the two of you. You grabbed one, feeling bad she remembered your name and you didn't.

"Thanks!" You and Brooke both said. You raised the small glasses in the air, a cheers to another successful movie and to each other, before knocking them back. Ah, straight vodka.

Finding a flat, uninhabited surface, you placed the shot glass down. Heather/Halle/Harlow had already walked away with the tray. She was off in the distance, offering them to more party goers.

"Have you seen Gideon at all?" You asked, not yet feeling the buzz of the alcohol but you knew it was coming.

"Um," Brooke though, taking a sip of her drink. "Like when I first got here. Like an hour ago?"

"Was he with anyone?"

She shook her head, drinking more. "I don't think so."

You reached out towards her and she passed you her cup again. Now, there wasn't much left so you downed it. "I'm gonna find him."

"And tell him you're in loooooove?" She teased.

You shoved the now empty cup back at her, trying unsuccessfully to hide the smile from your face. "I don't love him," you said.

"Suuuuuuure."

"I just, sorta, like him a lot."

"Mmmmmhhhhhmmmmm."

"Fuck off, Brooke."

"Whatever," she said, laughing as she walked away. Leaving you alone to find Gideon Gemstone.

Thankfully, the alcohol started to do its job. The warmth was spreading through your body and you cared less and less about what you said to Gideon. Something about your feelings for him. Something before he runs off with Scotty. Fuck, you might just kiss him.

Unfortunately, that was not what Fate had intended. The room you found him in wasn't crowded and that seemed to be the intended goal. He was there with Heather/Halle/Harlow nestled in a corner. Their faces glued together and hands roaming everywhere on each other.

Well fuck. Goddammit. Son of a bitch.

You definitely needed more to drink.

Once again, Fate took that into its own hands. "Hey, Y/N." Randy approached you with two red solo cups in his hands. You tried to ignore him, the sadness eating away at your insides. Fuck, after months and months of working with Gideon, hanging out, growing closer, this happens. He's making out with Heather/Halle/Harlow.

"Y/N!" Randy persisted. "Care for a drink?"

Fuck it. Why not? What could go wrong?

"Missed you too," he said, bringing you from your memories.

Another comfortable silence fell between you two. As you turned your head back up to the sun, you stretched out your arms. Your hands running through the grass.

"You know," he said, looking at you again. "You can stay with us, with me, as long as you like."

Tiny tingles erupted from where his fingers now touched yours in the grass. Not quite holding hands, but not not holding hands. Enough to make your heart skip a beat.

"Thank you," you said, eyes connecting. "I really appreciate that."

This moment was nothing but Gideon Gemstone and you. Simply being. And that was enough for you.

[transenbyconfessions]

teenage trans guy here. i literally cannot pass as a boy.

on the first day at my new school, i was wearing a mask to cover my face, had my hoodie up to cover my hair. i didn’t say a single word so no one would hear my voice. still got referred to with she/her and redirected to the girls bathroom. are my eyes too feminine?????? is it my height?? (currently 5 feet tall, doctor told me I’ll probably stop growing at 5’1. fml.)

i hate how im babied all the time. i hate how my homeroom teacher called me cute and adorable instead of handsome when she saw my face. I hate how i can hear the difference in peoples voices when they talk to cis guys, versus how they talk to me. they talk to me like how they’d talk to a dog. i hate how adults will talk to other guys normally and suddenly start using “sweetie”, “honey”, and “darling” when they start talking to me.

i hate my hair. other guys with long hair, you’re cool, but it’s just so annoying that people associate long hair = girl. there’s also the problem that i cant properly take care of my hair, its gross and dead and dirty because i just don’t have the motivation to spend so much time making sure it’s clean and untangled (my hair falls past my ass). i want to cut it so badly, id actually start caring for it since it would be much easier to manage short hair. but nooo. my traditional chinese mother keeps telling me “girls can’t have short hair. only boys do. and if you start thinking you’re a boy, im kicking you out.”

i get jealous so easily. i got so jealous when i saw the awkward, nervous kid from my elementary school walk into middle school with a new short haircut, new name, a whole gained confidence, and everyone using he/him. i got so jealous when i saw the funny kid with long curls from my online class in real life for the first time with a new short haircut and everyone using with he/him. i get so jealous every time i see people wearing whatever cool clothes they want, since my mom only buys me shitty, too tight, bad quality girls clothes and im not allowed to have my own money/choose what clothes i get to wear.

i cant look at my body without bursting into tears when i see my chest, the way my waist is thin, how my hips jut out, and whats in between my legs. i cant stand my reflection because every time i look in the mirror, i start picking apart every detail in my face, how when i look in the mirror i see someone who isn’t truly me.

sorry for the long rant. im sad that ill never get to experience the childhood i was supposed to have. im sad that im being forced to live ever day as someone im not.

i hope everyone has a great day

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Revolution - 47: Summer Breeze

Translator: Creampuffs

Mao: Transfer Student~?

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Location: Garden Terrace Kitchen

Mao: Transfer Student~?

I heard you were here at the Garden Terrace, but… it’s been ages since you left, so I decided to come check up on you~

I can give you a hand if whatever you’re doing is taking you a long time.

I wasn’t able to take part in "Trickstar’s" activities much, you know. So I’d like to help out however I can.

And I wanna be good friends with you ♪

Kaoru: Hey.

I’m the only guy who’s allowed inside the Garden Terrace, okay~?

Mao: Oh. You’re Hakaze-senpai from “UNDEAD”, right?

(“UNDEAD”… the unit rumoured to be the most radical and dangerous in Yumenosaki Academy…)

(That’s Sakuma-senpai’s unit. And this Hakaze-senpai is also a member of that unit. What’s he doing here at the Garden Terrace?)

(He just spends all his time hanging out with girls and is pretty much inactive when it comes to idol activities.)

(But he’s definitely got the skills. He’s well-known as a lazy ladies’ man, but this is the first time I’ve actually met him.)

(He’s also one of Sakuma-senpai’s companions…)

(He’s on our side, isn’t he? Our objectives should be the same, so that means he’ll fight alongside us, right?)

(His attitude is giving off the exact opposite vibes, though…)

Kaoru: Hey, could you stop staring at me? It doesn’t make me happy when men stare at me, you know?

In fact, I’m kind of busy right now. Why don’t you see yourself out? Shoo, shoo!

Mao: I can’t exactly leave… Uhh, have you seen the Transfer Student around here?

She’s the girl that just transferred to the new "producer course".

Kaoru: Yup. I’ve heard something like that from Sakuma-san, so that’s why I’m here~♪

Man, she’s cute! I only caught a glimpse of her, but there’s no fooling these eyes~

Geez, I wish Sakuma-san told me about her earlier. I’ve been waiting forever for that sort of good news!

This has to be a gift from the gods ♪

After all, there’s nothing but filthy men in the idol course – it’s hell, quite frankly!

If Yumenosaki Academy was a desert, then the “Transfer Student” would be a single, blossoming flower!

I should harvest it before it gets tainted by someone else~♪

Rei: Kaoru-kun.

I was wondering where you went off to instead of attending practice, but here you are… Chasing after women yet again? Do you not get tired of that? Don’t get carried away now.

Well, I suppose you do perform just fine on stage without rehearsals or practice.

Kaoru: Yeah, yeah. Practice is whatever. Let’s just have fun!

You’re more eager to practise than usual, Sakuma-san. I don’t really want to do anything that makes me feel like I’m suffocating, you know~?

Anyway, why did you give the Transfer Student to the "baby chicks" in the second grade?

You should’ve kept her with us~ All my motivation’s gone down the drain now!

Maybe I’ll quit “UNDEAD” to join their unit~

Rei: No, we cannot have that. Your strength is needed in “UNDEAD”.

The general public will attend the “S1” a week from now. That means there will be women there.

Perhaps you could direct your motivation there and make those girls your fans instead~?

Kaoru: Hmm… That does sound pretty appealing. Geez, I’m no match for you, Sakuma-san~

Whatever. There’ll be plenty of chances for me to talk with the Transfer Student.

I’ll leave for today!

But I’m still not going to practice, okay? I’ve got a date. Bye bye~♪

Rei: …He ran away. Good grief, he truly lives up to his name[*], leaving like the wind.

Hmm. Kaoru-kun’s dislike towards practice is a serious matter. He can do it when he puts his mind to it, though.

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*Title note: Kaoru’s name (羽風 薫 / Hakaze Kaoru) is also made up of the same characters as the word for “summer breeze” (薫風 / kunpuu).

[hd-wireless]

📻🎶 H/D WIRELESS 2023 - WEEKLY WRAP-UP #2

Welcome to our second wrap up of 2023!

Two weeks and two days of posting have passed, and we have already revealed 23 absolute bangers for you, and there are plenty more hits still to come! Today we're not only thanking our creators but the readers as well!   🎉  Thank you all for being amazing!

As always you can listen to the prompted songs for the works we post on two playlists:

Click here for Spotify (many thanks to @evaeleanor for helping us out there) ❤️ And here for the YouTube playlist.

Please enjoy this week’s entries below the cut:

🎶 H/D Wireless Art 🎶

📻 Not Your Property [G, Digital Art]

🎵 Song Prompt: ‘Rich Friends’ by Portugal The Man 🎵 Summary: Harry rubs elbows with rich Slytherins and finds himself falling for one Draco Malfoy

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic and Art 🎶

📻 I only want the ones I envy (I envy) [E, 13,333, digital art]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'MONTERO (Call Me By Your Name)' by 'Lil Nas X' 🎵Summary: “Surely there’s someone in our circle who’s not a Saviour-Chaser. Someone single, clever, talented, sexy, and extremely, unapologetically gay.” Harry knows what’s about to happen before Ron’s even done speaking. And he wants to laugh at the absurdity of it all. But he can’t, not without outing himself, and in more ways than one. So tomorrow, he’ll do what he always does when he needs a distraction: he’ll corner Draco Malfoy at work, where Malfoy will suck his cock until Harry screams his name.

Despite this arrangement he has with Draco, conducted entirely in the privacy of a dusty stationery cabinet, Harry is definitely not gay. But to appease his friends, he agrees to go on one (1) date with a man. Just to be sure.

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic 🎶

📻 Shut Up, This Is Love [M, 33,230]

🎵 Song Prompt: The Chain by Fleetwood Mac 🎵 Summary: A soulmark is never wrong, Draco tells him — as if Harry cares what this damn chain on his arm says. But Harry is nothing if not stubborn, and he’d rather die than let a stupid mark determine whom he can and cannot have.

📻 About This Place [E, 10,317]

🎵 Song Prompt: You and I by Lady Gaga 🎵 Summary: Harry left everything, including Draco. Harry’s returned to everything, including Draco. Things are never quite so simple, though perhaps they could be.

📻 Mirrors inside me [E, 6,423]

🎵 Song Prompt: "Love Language" by SZA 🎵 Summary: Draco’s been in love with Potter forever. And just because they work together, and they fuck, and they text and break up and get back together regularly doesn’t mean Potter needs to know. In fact, it’s a pretty good reason why he shouldn’t.

📻 A Little Bit of You [E, 2,781]

🎵 Song Prompt: Mambo No 5 by Lou Bega 🎵 Summary: When Harry's constant flirting lands him frequent front page slots in the Daily Prophet, Draco resigns himself to never being loved like that by the man he is head over heels with. Turns out, he was right. But that's not necessarily a bad thing.

📻 All the Colors in the World [M, 11,143]

🎵 Song Prompt: Cinnamon Girl by Lana Del Rey 🎵 Summary: Five years into their relationship, Draco is beginning to wonder if his motivations and methods to save Harry are as pure as he’d thought. Everything seems to be going well for them on the surface, with the mostly Muggle life they’ve built together, but beneath roils a sea of half-formed dreams and secrets that threaten to engulf them both. Until, one day in summertime, Harry surprises him.

📻  if i could never give you peace [E, 17,496]

🎵 Song Prompt: peace by Taylor Swift 🎵 Summary: Eleven years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Aurors Harry and Draco are forcibly brought together by a new case that's bound to reopen old wounds. Enter a Firewhisky problem, prejudices that never really go away, and an obsession as old as time.

🎶 H/D Wireless Podfic 🎶

📻 [Podfic] I dream of you, to wake by harryromper [T, 01:26:02]

🖋️ Original author: harryromper 🎵 Song Prompt: 'Once Upon A Dream - Maleficent' by Lana Del Rey 🎵 Summary: “Typically coma patients are made comfortable and left to regain consciousness in their own time," Draco points out carefully. “Typically, yes. But when has anything about Harry been typical.” Hermione sighs, rubbing at her eye with the heel of her hand. “The Healer-in-Charge has consulted with experts at all the major wizarding hospitals. They all agree. Whatever’s happening inside of Harry’s head right now is killing him.” Draco Malfoy is a world-renowned dream-walker, and he may be Harry Potter’s only hope.

[gleamingtempest]

Mai Akasaki & MonoTV - Narrative Foil Trait Compilation #9 & Theory

How does this series work?

This is my narrative foil disection series for Danganronpa Despair Time based on my post Danganronpa: Depsair Time foils theory. This post in particular is also a theory, rather than just a compilation of traits;this is because MonoTV & Mai do not match up with the original post this series is based on. I just believe that they fit the general throughline of what makes foils foils in DRDT so far & want to make a post outlining why. This post will also be assuming that the girl in the bonus episodes IS Mai Akasaki;otherwise, there is nothing to go upon. The presented theory is that the CH1 recap shows off all narrative foils in DR:DT based on how the pairings in said recap video are paired. This series will go through all 8(?) of these foil pairings and disect the dichotomy present in them in a more in depth manner. I will do this primarily by comparing and contrasting Backstory, Motive, Flaws & Character Arc. (Credit to Barbieronpa for that compliation of concepts.) All of these posts will contain heavy spoilers and will be updated as the series goes on and more information on the characters is presented. If you are interested in the those updates please return to each of these posts after the end of an episode batch. This will only look at presented content within the series;outside of the foil theory itself it will not take into account theories & speculation.

Backstory

Mai Akasaki: -> All you have to do is ask for my hand, and I’ll give it to you. -> Ask for my life, and I’ll give it to you as well. -> Don’t apologize for asking. I’ll give you my forgiveness too. MonoTV: -> It does not know who created it nor why. It just serves it's purpose as it was instructed to. Compare/Contrast: -> Both share some recurring theme of control;specifically in regards to their own ability to choose their path. -> This is assuming the secret quotes about Mai are particularly meaningful;which I feel they are. -> Mai to some degree compromises her identity to better fit into a mold others need/want. She is whatever they need. -> MonoTV is whatever he needs to be as the creation of the mastermind. He is nothing more and nothing less. -> If Mai's story is meant to mirror this, then to some degree, a similar principle can be applied to her.

Personality

Mai Akasaki: -> Kind -> Thoughtful -> Relaxed MonoTV: -> Cruel -> Single Minded -> Irresponsible

Motive

Mai Akasaki: -> She loves her family. -> Some years ago, she was searching for someone named ‘Teruko Tawaki.’ MonoTV: -> He does as he's told. Compare/Contrast: -> Both become what another needs them to be.

Flaws

Mai Akasaki: -> She kept calling the number, even though no one picked up. -> She's an average girl with nothing special about her at all. -> It's all her fault. MonoTV: -> It can't be anything other than what it was created to be: A Monster. Compare/Contrast: -> Both seem to be bound to the expectations of another.

Narrative Arc

Mai Akasaki: -> She didn't forsee the consequences. MonoTV: -> It stagnates because it is not able to change. It is only what it was meant to be and that is that. There is no progression for something which has no soul. Compare/Contrast: -> Ultimately, there isn't much to go off in regards to any type of progression or arc for either of these two. -> That being said I think there's two obvious throughlines of comparison between these two which are essential not only to this compliation and theory but also, to the series themes as a whole: -> In contrast, Mai is a soulful, kind person who loves other people while MonoTV is a soulless, cruel being which can never be human at all. The inclusion or lack of a soul is a signficant aspect to take note of. -> In comparison, both bind themselves to the needs and desires of others, rather than pursuing their own decisions. -> In contrast again, tying back to the first point, MonoTV CANNOT choose while Mai... -> Well Mai...? -> Chooses not to choose. -> Well, she does love her family after all. -> And, she was looking for a girl named 'Teruko Tawaki'. -> If someone submits their own desires and needs to the pursuits and desires and needs of others, willing to become whatever they need and their only outlined motivations is their love for a group of people and the pursuit of a cursed person, -> I wonder what the possible implications could be? -> I wonder what happened to Mai's family and, -> I wonder what Teruko had to do with it.

[nutria--oscura]

I have Henry (raccoon plush), Nick Jr (mouse plush), Lark, Sparrow and Birdie (3 plants of the same species [cannot remember the name]) and a Pick Up choco bar by my side and to quote Nerdy Prudes Must Die: "I'm scared-"

~spoilers for S2 Ep46 below~

"student of the blade, master of the blade pose" oh fun fun

I'm sorry Matt? What?

Also I just read the description - "a new PUPPET dictator"

ALSO THE EP NAME???? LINK WHAT DID YOU DO???

"Cassandra Swift has done nothing wrong" Hell yea Will

WILL

the energy in the room today- NOT AGAIN MATT PLEASE

the OTHER TIME he ran a country- oh? no, yeah, that adds up

BETH

GUYS- i am loving this energy (if i gaslight myself into positivity now, i won't be devastated later! <- lies)

MATT

scamster becoming a thing cause Scam thought it would be funny is so real actually

ah yes, the 2 genders: the blade pose and the Katherine Zeta Jones entrapment pose

third person to be king? HERMIE

Lincoln is going to get Lincoln

love this plan so far

HERMIEEEEEEEE! YAY THEY REMEMBERED HIM!

"deep within Taylor there's an impulse of 'can I bet on this fight?'" glad to see the Close blood is still strong-

Normal: speech about how they have to go liberate hell. Link and Scary: "but I wanna see if you die or not" "yea"

OHHHHHH is the ep title cause of Abraham Lincoln? oh ok!

NAT 20 ABE LINCOLN

NORMAL MY BOY NO-

"the whole lay on hands" "the whole hand" "all 10 fingies" such a goofy podcast y'all, what are we worried about?

Normal is NOT getting out of there

oh yEAH THE ADULTS ARE HERE

guys i'm half way through the ep and its only been goofy to far. I AM SCARED

JEZZ BALLLL FUCK YEAHHHH (i was telling my friends about it and they could not believe me that this game exists)

this is NOT the time to learn Jezzball

NORMAL NOOO-

oh? the kiddads being useful for once?

LINK NO

boop on the snoop!

"Link, a true narc, knows when someone is gonna narc"

YES LINK, THREATEN THE FBI!!!

RON!

glad to see Taylor hasn't changed <3

rip Abe (part 2)

NEW SATAN! the guy who's name i cannot remember!

Normal finally got to be spider boy! AND HE LOST THE MUSTACHE!

Will with the Hamilton reference

"Grant has the possibility to do the funniest thing" HAH YEA-

3/4 into the ep and: 1) nothing ouch so far + 2) not a single Anthony quote written here yet = i'm gonna be devastated soon aren't i?

Normal in death saves part 3

"Dood, it might be time to, y'know, be a bad girl" Dood proceeds to get a Nat 20. FUCK YEAHHHHHHH

9 MINUTES LEFT GUYS- WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN I AM TERRIFIED NOW- WHERE'S HERMIE???

"is 'no trick pony' a saying?" hAH-

HERMIE! YAY!

WQAIT WHY'RE THEY LIMPING?

7 MINUTES LEFT, HELP-

who?

HERMIE! NO!

"a sucking wound in his chest" "yea it does suck" OUCH

THAT'S WHY HE WAS LIMPINGH

NORMAL'S STIL IN DEATH SA- HERMIE CAN'T BE IN DEATH SAVES??? NO

HIS HEART????? NO

NO NO NO NON NO N O-

"and he says 'Normal, i like you too,' and then he slumps over" HEY ANTHONY FUCK YOU

HEY THE OUTRO SAYING "its just a matter of time till we make it out alive" HAH HA HA AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

NORMAL ROLLED A NATTY 1 ON SENSE MOTIVE OH SHIGT

"yea you'll never know if he was telling the truth or not" WHAT IF I DIE?

In conclusion: Anthony said Hermie was gonna suffer, that oakworthy wouldn't become canon. fuck me for not heeding the warning i guess oh geez oh fuck-

[blaebeast]

Character Bio: Kanne

Name: Kanne

Age: 35(?)

Sex: Female (She/They)

Weapon: Greatsword

Faction: Cruelty

Occupation: Primord

Relationship Status: Single

Close Friends:

Friends: Hadet, Farris

Knows of: Sirit, Hugo, Bones, Salome

Family: None

Goals and Motivations:

- I exist to fight. The call of war fills my lungs. The urge of battle runs amidst my veins. The desire for bloodshed runs inherent in all Beasts, but I have mastered it. I am a warmonger. Battlemaiden. A true conquerer.

- I have only ever lost one battle in my entire existence, and that was to Hadet in the Primord Battles. How he was able to beat me is beyond my comprehension. Because of my defeat, I am below him, and he is always ready to remind me just how he beat me. No matter how much I train and fight, Hadet always wins when we spar. He never cheats. He fights like a true warrior. He is honorable. I respect him, fear him, and hate his guts. I have no choice but to listen to his orders.

- Sirit and Grows-Bones are unfit for the role of Primord. For years, Primords have been the most physically strong and capable Beasts, and while Sirit is a powerful mage, she is weak without her magic and her monster. Bones, though imposing in stature, cannot fight and does not care for battle. Both are weak, and I’d love to usurp them of their titles, but Hadet protects them. They do not have my respect.

- Farris what happens to weakminded Beasts that give in to their carnal desires and do not temper their minds. I may be violent, but at least I am sensible and calculated. Farris is truly an untamed monster who listens to only Hadet and I through use of violent force. I think he should be castrated.

- I’ll never admit it aloud, but I am terrified of becoming pregnant. The idea of a living creature, growing inside of your organs and feeding off of your body is nauseating to conceive. Plus, if I were to become pregnant, I would have to stop fighting to raise offspring, putting all of my desires and missions on hold for at least 20 years. It is selfish of a child to demand so much help, so I refuse to become pregnant, have sex or even date. I take herbs that keep me from going into Estrus. As a Primord, however, there is the expectation for females to produce offspring. I have been approached by many males, didals, and even females, who have tried to demand my body from me, in which case I remove their offenders from their body. I dry them out and string them on my wall in the Bulwark as a reminder to all to leave me and my body alone.

- My breasts removed for two reasons: they got in the way of me fighting and they were an easy target for people to grope. So I cut them off. I like the scars and find them a testament to my devotion to war.

- I’d love to remove Hadet from his rule over us Primords and rule all of Cruelty with an iron fist. I want to rule the world.

- I worship the god of Victory and the god of Death. My weapon can have its heritage traced back to the god of Victory.

Personality and Interests:

- I love to fight. I don’t mind sparring, but I want to cut into opponents with actual metal, not wood or leather.

- People either fear me or revere me. I am popular with the people of Cruelty for my violence. I’m fine with this, so long as they don’t get in the way of my goals.

- No one should fear death if you die honorably in battle.

- Sending Sirit body parts of fallen foes is like a little game for me. Which opponent has the best muscle tone? Who’s swing stung me the hardest? Were there any with interesting traits? Although Sirit is weak, I am fond of her as a little girl. She is cute and helpless, like a baby animal. Sometimes, if I notice that a foe was well endowed, I will send it to Sirit for her to use on her Monster. She and I have a magical box in which I can place and item and she’ll receive it.

- I’m not much of a talker. Sure, you can talk at me, but good luck having me respond. I don’t care about you.

- I like to look good and take care of my body. I am only efficient as a war machine if my body is in good condition. Being aesthetically pleasing helps my morale, too.

- For me, personally, Kanne is the weapon more than the flesh. Kanne is the action of the body using its weapon. Kanne is the greatsword, and I become like her when she is out. This may be hard to explain to non-Beasts.

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