#i love this deranged moth

[calowlmitygoddess]

ive been having big Radiance thoughts and so heres some shitty doodles just to get my ideas out feat. my Radiance Gijinka bcs i just felt like drawing her

I like the idea that Radi during the Infection is a shadow of her former self, and it shows in her appearance withPre-Pk/being forgotten radiance being fluffier, brighter and just looking more put togheter generally. I dont think she was ever a ''good person'' i dont think gods would ever be capable of that being they have so much power, but this was Radiance at her best, she saw herself as a benevolent god, a pacifist who only ever used force when needed, and a caring mother to her creations. And that meant keeping them in a hive mind, for their own safety of course, not for her crippling fear of being alone or ignored.

Then came PK and she was forgotten by her tribe. Im still on the fence wheter i like the idea she kept on existing due to a small sect who still worshipped her or if she was actually fully forgotten for a time before being rediscovered. Either way she died and came back all wrong. Her feathers are all torn and unkept, her shine wich was once warm like a nice sunny day was now scorching and blinding. Driven to edge of her sanity, being forgotten by the beings she created and loved none were safe from her wrath. She slowly becomes stronguer the more the infections spreaded as the infected now essentially are a new hive mind that can worship her,

[moodysnowflake]

Can we just appreciate the Gargantuan Guts™ of this girl?

That's Nicholas the Punisher. The Undertaker.

She knows it, she knows that very well.

Yet, she's just throwing herself in front of him to get answers. We can argue that this is her naive showing, but after all this, after Roberto's death...is not realistic. Not anymore.

And I think that here Nick is not smacking her into tomorrow not only because he grew awfully fond of her (talking shtick to Vash about getting attached and there you go, you snarky hypocrite), but also because she might be reminding him of Vash, launching herself straight into danger, determination incarnated.

And he's not reciprocating that goddamned shin kick because he knows he deserves it. Very much. And he's accepting that, wishing for some kind of atonement.

In his own, grumpy moth way.

[jade-harley-lesbian]

ALSO RELATED TO MY EARLIER POSTS. ryoshu would have extremely conflicted feelings on alukites. on the one hand she is so very grail, and the literary source. on the other hand. the literary source.

[justaaveragereader]

hi omfg i LOVE your work so much???????????? i wanna request a dommingi (mingi acts nice in front of everyone ykwim but is a complete devil with the reader) where he’s at an award show and he brings the reader along, but reader is laughing a little too hard with his friends, mingi shows her who she belongs to. throw in a little pocket knife action too (not so little action pls make sure he seems crazy like he threatens to kill her if she tries to fuck with his friends again)

can u tell i have issues

thx again :p

First of all lemme go cry in the corner before I greet you😭🖤, hello, hey, hiiiii🖤🖤! I’m so happy you love my work ahhhh😭!!! Thank you for reading and enjoying it! Listen…if you got issues that means I got stemming trauma bc the way I was absolutely in LOVEEEEE with this request, I made Mingi more deranged/yandere then I probably should have but I can’t help it😵‍💫I got so carried away🫠none I love more when writers write the members almost psychotic /deranged, almost like true villains …I hope you enjoy this one babes🖤!

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I Own You

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Dom!Mingi, Yandere!Mingi, Sub!Reader, Name Calling, Degrading, Knife Play, Slight Skin Cutting (Nicking The Skin, Slight Paper Cut Type Cut, No Blood), Begging, Slight Primal Play, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie, Choking…If I Missed Anything👀👀..Lemme Know!

✍️Masterlist✍️

Swirling his drink around the ice clinked against the cool glass. His eyes never leave your laughing figure. Clutching your chest, eyes crinkling with each hardy laugh that leaves your mouth. He's known all the members for a couple years, never have they been this funny. This was the con to being an idol, you guys decided to not go public for the safety of yourself. Mingi could care less about his role as being an idol, yet you insisted on not going public nor wanting to shake the public eye, and possibly ruin the group. Yet the way you were laughing with the boys it couldn’t help but make his heart clench, were they the reason why you didn’t want to go public? Yes the boys knew you were an item, but to the public you looked like really good friends…well at least you did. Mingi looked like a love sick maniac.

His eyes cut sharper at you and the seven boys, shooting his drink down, the brown liquor giving him courage. Peeling himself off the bar counter top he makes his way towards you and the members. His long stride, the way his shoes click against the floor, he was on a mission. Your eyes flutter from laughing, you can make out almost every sound that’s happening in the room. Yet there is one sound in particular that catches your ears. The high pitch clicks of Mingis shoes. He makes his way towards the members and you, only to shoot you that fake smile he does, the cool air from him passing by breezes by you and the members. It feels like the world stills anytime he passes by, the draft leaves the lingering smell of his cologne. Your body riddles with goosebumps. You watch as his broad back makes it farther and farther away.

Stretching your neck to see where he’s going, the boys seem to be background noise at this rate. Almost like static, Mingi had you hooked on him like a drug. You were like a moth to the flame, the persona he puts on even for the members has everyone fooled. It even fooled you, which is how you fell into his trap. They say the devil was once the most beautifulest angel, and Mingis beauty did nothing but blind you.

Your body moves on auto pilot, not even bothering to tell the boys that you were going to go find Mingi. Your body just sways to where you can smell the faint scent of him. Bringing you into a dark hall, the air is so still it almost feels unreal. Your body litters with nerves, rubbing your upper arm, you whisper out Mingis name, sounding like a true stray sheep, calling for its shepherd. He can see you from a dimly lit hallway, you look lost, you look astray. You look tempting, yet while his cock hardens with want, his blood pressure rises because you were also the same person laughing way too hard at his members.

“You lost?” His raspy voice speaks up, echoing down the long and poorly light hallway. Your body does such a noticeable jump, he can’t help but smile, while his cock twitches slightly at the sight. Your head turns from side to side trying to figure out where his voice came from. You can hear the vibrations of his deep tone still ringing in your ears. Letting out a small whimper you call out for Mingi once more.

He starts laughing slowly, the sound just bouncing around the walls of the bare space. You look straight ahead, catching a glimpse of his teeth, his smile so big and teeth so bright, with the way the lights are dim he looks like a threat, almost like this isn’t the Mingi you know.

“Come over here.”

Thoughtlessly following his command, your legs move on autopilot. Your brain already feels like mush, his voice bouncing around in your ears, mixing with the scent of him. He’s addicting. He's propped up against a wall, looking down at you, while your eyes stare up at him like he’s got every answer in the world for you. His cool hand comes to brush your cheek bone, coming down to brush against your bottom lip, pulling it down with his thumb before his hand travels down to your throat, yanking your body closer to his, he’s got you almost completely off of the floor, your noses are brushing. You let out a small squeak at the sudden intrusion. His large hand is crushing your windpipe, even though you can barely make out his features you know there is a fire brewing behind his eyes.

“They must’ve been real fucking comedians to make you laugh as much as you did tonight.” He grits out, while he wasn’t physically spitting on you, it felt like he was spitting heat onto your skin. Letting out a choked out noise, he feels his cock twitch, trying his best not to let his eyes roll back with pleasure at the way your poor helpless face contorts in front of him. Your hand comes up to try and pry him off, yet he squeezes tighter. Tears streaming down your face, your nails dig into him.

Letting you go, your body slumps to the floor, your knees hitting the ground first, your hands grip the material of his pants. Your hand lightly brushes over his hard on. You are in a kneeling position, tears stream down your face. You plead with Mingi through choked sobs..

“Min-Mingi it wasn’t like th-that I sw-swear.” Throat raw with emotion and lack of oxygen from him choking you. There you went, his little helpless sheep. Letting out a tsk, Mingi, brushes his thumb across the top of your forehead.

“I treat you well don’t I? And this is how you treat me…”

The disappointment in his voice wraps around your heart and tugs on the strings of it. Your face deepening in a frown, the tears that were wetting his pants were no longer from the pain of him choking you, it was from the pain you caused him, the disappointment that you shed upon him. Your hands grip his pants in desperation. When you feel something cool brush against the temple of your head, your eyes slowly trailing up his chest. The cool steel is settled right against your temple, not daring to make a move. His mouth widens into that horrific smile. The smile that captures people, that smile that lures people in.

“Do I have to drill into your skull who you belong to? Who owns you?” He says, voice sweet as sugar. Your eyes widen even further, your cunt slickens, you're so far gone on this man you can’t help but contort yourself into what he wants. Your eyes shine, mouth opening and closing no sound coming out but a helpless whimper. The sound of that is enough to make his head roll back, palming your head with his other hand, shoving your face against his twitching cock, the small wet stain of pre cum mixing with your tears brushes against your face.

You nuzzle your face against him, making his cock twitch even harder at the new feeling. His mouth drops open, a quiet groan leaving him. The blade of the knife falters slightly, bringing him back to reality, gripping you by your elbow he snatches you up to your feet.

Turning you around quickly he shoves you chest first against the wall, bunching your dress up against your hips, undoing his belt, he shimmies his pants down on his thigh, thick cock springing free, just oozing with pre cum. The cool air on his cock makes him shiver. You let out a soft moan at him manhandling you, your mind clouded with love, while Mingis mind is clouded with lust.

The blade is on the front of your throat, while his other is on your shoulder, thumb brushing against your pulse, he can feel the quick pulsation pump through his thumb. He sticks his cock between your thighs, brushing against your clothed cunt.

“I’m going to use you how I see fit, do you understand me?” He whispers in your ears, his warm breath tickling your ear, the pulsation from his cock on your count has you whimpering, nodding your head you let out a deep breath trying to gather yourself.

The blade bites into your skin, making your body tense up. You choke out a small yes to him, which immediately follows him thrust his hips slowly, cock slickening from how wet you are getting with each second, one particular thrust makes you whimper loudly.

“Who was the funniest between them?”

Biting your lip, trying your best to keep quiet, your mind can’t even fully comprehend what he’s saying. Stopping his sudden thrusts he pulls back slightly, causing you out a small cry when you feel the cool air hit your sticky cunt, strings of arousal cling to the fabric as he hikes it down to your knees, sticking his cock back in between your thighs he gathers as much slick as he can before he starts to thrust between the lips of your cunt, before slamming his cock into your pussy.

“Don’t make me ask again.” He grits out, moving the blade, the cool steel sitting alongside the vein that runs in the side of your neck.

“None of them were as funny as you Min-Oh my god!” You yell out, hands trying to find the closest thing to grip, his hand grips the blade tighter, making it bite your skin, right on the verge of slicing it.

The sudden slamming of his hips, hike you up and down the wall, cries leave your throat, as the biting of the blade continues to rub against your skin, your cunt gets wetter and wetter by the second. The empty hallway fills with your moans, and the sound of wet skin on wet skin.

“Next time if you even think of cracking a smile at them, I’ll kill you.” He grits, toes clenching in his shoes, you’ve never been this wet before, it’s soaking his pants. Maybe you were just as deranged as he was.

“Or maybe I’ll kill them.” He whispers into your ear, his harsh thrusts making your brain mush, you can feel him brush over your cervix, the squelching noise from your cunt overrides every sound in the hallway, even your pathetic moans. His other hand comes down to your hip. Bringing you down on his cock when he thrusts back, aiding in the powerful strokes he’s delivering to you.

Moving the knife from your vein he holds it to the front of your throat, right above where an adam's apple would lie. The sharp end of the blade pokes your chin, making you moan loudly, with each powerful stroke he gives you, your chin brushes down lightly against the tip of the blade, scratching your skin. With one false move it could easily impale you.

“You hear your pussy talking to me?” He says through clenched teeth, the way your cunt is soaking him, so sloppily he’s so close to the edge.

“She’s telling me she’s sorry, she’s sucking me back in, it’s almost like she knows the boys can’t fuck you like I can, they can’t pleasure you like I do. They could never do half the shit I do.”

His words are like velvet in your ears, the degrading, dirty words flutter in your head like tiny butterflies. Loud whimpers are falling out of your mouth, you attempt to bring your hand up to your mouth trying your best to quiet down when Mingi digs the blade into your neck even harder, you are sure the blade has nicked your skin slightly. Causing you to let out a loud cry, your head knocks against the wall in front of you, crying out Mingis name like it’s a mantra while your orgasm crashes over you.

“Yeaaa, yeaaa that’s it momma, cum on my cock.” He gasps out, tossing his head back, hips speeding up, the tip of his cock crushing against your cervix, walls squeezing him tightly. Milking him for every last drop of cum. His hips jerk slightly trying to help you ride out your own orgasm, as he’s trying to ride out his own.

His body falls forward slightly crushing you against the wall, cock still buried deep into your cunt, knife still present against your throat. The tip of the cool blade is digging fully into your chin. His hot breath pants against your ear, you can feel his heart thump hard against your back. He nudges the blade against your chin, making it dig into your skin further, your head tilts up slightly, eyes looking to the side, catching his wicked smile.

“Remember who you belong to, because next time I won’t remind you. I’ll just show you.”

DO NOT REPOST.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hallo again! I am the one who asked about Val, it wasn't a request I was asking if you write for him so here we go!

Could it please be where reader is Valentino's son ( or just child if you don't write for male reader ) and Valentino can't find someone to trust-worthy to babysit his son so he just take him to work since reader is non-verbal anyway and won't be much of a bother?

So reader now comes regularly with him and see the other Vees as family. Perhaps Vox as another dad/uncle and Velvette as a big sister ( or any family role for them ).

Thank you for giving a look to my request!

Ooh! Right! Okay, okay. I can try this out. To be honest, Val is a monster but something tells me he wouldn’t be THAT bad with a kid of his own and yes, I do write male readers. Female, male, transgender, genderfluid(if that’s possible, idk how but I would do it anyway), nonbinary/GN! But anyways. Let’s try Val out as a dad!

Valentino- Silkworm Caterpillar

Everybody who knows the director of the Pentagram City’s Porn Industry, Valentino, is aware how much of a bastard he is; cruel, abusive, exploitative but nobody had ever suspected that he would actually one: have a son and two: treat that son better than he’s ever treated anybody, even his on-and-off boyfriend, Vox

Your dad’s an insufferable man-child but yet, he is actually pretty good with you. He doesn’t really like much things, other than you. He is awful but he feels kinda soft and fluffy whilst he is around you. You’re basically his soft spot

Valentino needs hugs and he will get them, no matter what may step in his path. You are non-verbal and mute so he cannot communicate with you properly, he just acts on his affections for you since he believes it’s fine

Valentino is that type of wingman-father. He always encourages you to get out of your comfort zone and boosts you up to look even better. He’s a close friend to you and you can hang out with him in casual settings where it almost seems like he is just your uncle, not your father

Valentino always offers to get you what you want, he is a father that spoils his seed rotten. Want a drink? He’ll get it. Want a phone? He’ll get it. Want more hugs? You’re getting them rather you want ‘em or not. He likes it when you smile and he does very much have favouritism towards you, where he almost never raises his voice to you

Valentino is actually protective, believe it or not and he is defensive over his son. Rather said son be above ten years old, he doesn’t trust a single being in Hell. Not anybody in Vees, not any under their luck bum he picks up for hire, not any one of his assistants. Nobody. He doesn’t ever want to leave you with somebody who can cause a threat

Valentino doesn’t really want to resort to this but after some more time. He decides to stop leaving you in the Vees Tower. You’re alone and you need him so he begins to bring you to his porn studios but what he does is that he glues you to other devices so you don’t have to be uncomfortable with watching pornography

Valentino is relatively soft and gentle. Even somebody as deranged and sick as him has a moment of love and affection and it’s in his son. He could be the most pissed off and at his absolute worse but when he is greeted by his offspring, he swallows back everything to be doting to you

Valentino calls you his silkworm because you’re a little caterpillar to him. He’s the moth, you’re his caterpillar and he’d pop you on his back and spread his wings for you if he had to. He enjoys your reaction of surprise and awe at his rather beautiful moth wings. He can understand where it comes from, it’s incredible. Isn’t it? He likes it when you’re proud of him or in awe of him

Valentino is aware of your deafness. You’ve been deaf since he had you… back in human life. Believe it or not, but he did and he actually cared to get you hearing aids but after you two died, he lost a hold of hearing aids and he has literally no other methods to help you

Valentino also much prefers you like the Vees themselves and the effort proves worth it since you end up viewing his on-and-off boyfriend, Vox as a stepfather and Velvette, their close friend, as a surrogate big sister. Valentino finds your point of views on his fellow rulers rather adorable and will playfully tease you about them

Valentino is learning sign language, since now of this time, sign language has been fully developed but he is struggling and his temper makes him go from trying to giving up to trying again. He’ll get there eventually, all for you

Valentino out here doing aggressive sign language and failing a whole lot

[gabrielsbubblegumbitch]

Hello again! LOVE op's posts about static moth so so much they are giving me ungodly amounts of serotonin ... It's genuinely been such a joy reading your interpretations of their relationship and what makes them work the way they do. Even with the limited amount of content we have of them I believe you've nailed their respective personalities and behavior patterns spectacularly and every single post has been extremely interesting to go through and to analyze off of!

Regarding the reasons as to why Valentino likes vox as a romantic partner, I also believe part of it has to do with some of Vox's more stalkerish tendencies as well? His (not yet canon but close) Voyeurism, his constant need for control, etc.

This is more of a head canon than anything else, but I do genuinely believe Valentino enjoys the obsessive attention he can get only from Vox as it does wonders to quell his constant sense of emptiness, his subsequent feelings of abandonment, and the anxieties that follow. The fact that he knows Vox enjoys stalking him, (probably) gets off on it and is actively deriving pleasure from simply watching him go about his day may be adding to the thrill and content as well. The thing is, as generally absurd and problematic it is, this behavior seems to bring a sense of security for both Partys involved: Throughout the show during all 4 episodes that feature Valentino's presence, we have yet to see a single scene with him without at least one camera tracking his movements. They are everywhere. They follow him wherever he goes, Vox can follow him wherever he goes whenever he so chooses, even to Vals own personal quarters. They are a massive, glaring red flag and quite frankly would bring a suffocating amount of pressure and sense of captivity to any other person under the same circumstance. But Val never brings this up, so I feel he either doesn't think he's in a favourable condition to complain, or he likes the idea of Vox always having his eyes on him. For me I think it's the latter, and I think for him to act so nonchalant around vox's cameras and his potentially constant, 24/7-hour surveillance, it has to have offered him some form of comfort. It has to have made him feel good, either about himself, about the state of their relationship, or both.

(apologies for the sloppy wording, hope you have a wonderful day!)

Awww, Anon, you are so sweet! Reading your question brought me so much joy <3 I think your perspective is spot on, and I wholeheartedly agree with it. I must admit I initially omitted this aspect of their relationship from my initial response because the question specifically focused on love rather than "sexy and toxic stuff." For me, voyeurism and stalking kink are more closely related to the latter category.

That being said, Val undoubtedly enjoys having Vox's eyes always on him. Being a diva and a performer, he relishes performing for Vox, especially knowing Vox's likes all the deranged shit but desperately tries to hide it underneath his clean façade. So he’s basically like “I’m going to hit this bitch for you, Voxy. As a treat.” recognizing that Vox couldn't do it himself without tarnishing his image. In return, Val receives even more attention and admiration, perpetuating the cycle.

Since you've given me the opportunity to delve into Vox's voyeurism further, I'll add some additional insights (I've been meaning to write a proper post about it for some time now but that rabbit hole is just too deep). It's fundamentally about control, of course, and it's simply a kink. However, kinks are not merely about arousal; they involve complex psychological dynamics. People a lot smarter than me wrote a shit ton of essays about voyeurism, especially since it is a very relevant topic in the visual media era. One sentence about Lacan's interpretation of it grasps really well what I have in mind when I think about Vox:

By appropriating the other as image, the voyeur makes it an object of pleasure*, while remaining uninvolved in the other's intimacy.

It’s a parasitic relationship. A voyeur gets symbolic control over their object and it gives them the sense of being powerful. And they don’t have to offer anything themselves – no effort that is required to gain control in situations with two subjects involved, nor the vulnerability necessary in consensual relationships. They can just freely feed on others without offering anything in exchange.

Without delving too deeply into philosophy, Vox's inability to live authentically stems from his obsession with his image, his guardedness, and his need for control. This sets a lot of limitations about what he can allow himself to personalmy experience. So he derives dopamine from "stealing" others' experiences and emotions, while avoiding the effort and vulnerability required in genuine connections.

*In a broader sense, voyeuristic pleasure isn't necessarily sexual; it can manifest as the thrill some people experience from watching macabre imagery in movies, eavesdropping on neighbors' drama, or even watching overly personal vlogs.

[marvelmaniac715]

Hatchetfield based tag game! Complete these two quizzes that I made:

Complete this Picrew to design yourself in the Hatchetfield Universe:

Then tag six or so people who you want to take part in this challenge (there’s an optional third quiz on my page about your personal Lord in Black that I’d love you to take if you have the time), just for fun! I’ll start:

First quiz results:

Second quiz results:

My Picrew:

Tags: @feathertru, @snarky-wallflower, @shadowbrightshine, @the-sun-personified, @cloth-moths, @paranormaltheatrekid and any other Hatchetfield moots who want to take part, feel free! 💕

[radioisntdead]

Ace's broadcast collection

A collection of everything I've written to date!

I'll be updating this as I write more!

🩷 = Romantic

💛 = Platonic

🌹 = found family

🪤 = angst

✨ = mildly concerning

📻 = Songfic

🎞️ = features my ocs

DOWN WITH VALENTINO = 🔪

Alastor

Alastor biting headcanons 🩷✨

Alastor and reader biting game 🩷

Alastor x reader with a dog headcanons 🩷

The mother in law 🩷

You know where to find me, I know where to look 🩷💛

The radio man's wife 🩷

The radio demon's wife 🩷

Parental Alastor and feral child 💛🌹

Feral child 2.0 💛

Crybaby 🩷📻

Maybe one day I could learn to love you. 📻🪤

4 am Alastor headcanons 🩷

Too sweet 🩷🪤📻 Part two: Bittersweet 🩷📻

Adore📻🩷🪤

Impromptu naptime 🩷

Alastor and sleepy reader

Papa Alastor doesn't like Grandma Susan 💛🌹

MOB ALASTOR [Charmed] 📻🩷

Dad headcanons 💛🌹

Hell's greatest pirate 🎞️💛

Stupid tv

Susan [PLATONIC] 💛🌹

Susan and Child/nibling headcanons

Grandmama Susan

The mother in law

Susan's grandkid

Susan's reactions to you getting injured and dying 🪤

Bitter and sweet

Papa Alastor doesn't like Grandma Susan

Rosie

Summoning Rosie 🩷

Being a literal snack for Rosie🩷✨

Small and angry🩷

Summoning Auntie Rosie 💛

Rosie's hat gremlin 💛

Hat gremlin 💛

hat gremlin Rosie's hat gremlin design done by Oldie 🧵🧶💛

It'll pass💛

Fluffy winged angel reader headcanons

The Eldritch Horror that lives in the hotel

[Aka the reader killed Valentino au] [Series] [Found family] 🌹

Playlist

The forgotten one 🔪

Side stories

Ways to piss off an Italian

Velvette

Moral of the story 🪤🩷📻

Shot through the heart 📻🩷

Lay all your love on me 📻🩷 [Pt 2 to above]

Social media princess 🩷✨

Vox

Father daughter headcanons 💛

Inevitable 🪤🩷

Dad headcanons 💛

Flat faced prince🩷✨

Angel dust

Favorite babysitter 💛🔪

Friendship headcanons 💛🪤

Pinned moth display 🩷🔪✨

Late night talk

Charlie Morningstar

Flowey but less murdery 💛

Hazbin hotel residents

The fallen saint 💛📻

Frankenstein reader 💛

Last one standing 💛📻

Deranged 4 am headcanons

Last one in the hotel [200 milestone special!]

Baby's breath 📻

I know a guy!🌹

Showtime📻🌹

Extras:

Her name was Mimzy 🩷🪤📻

If I knew then what I know now 💛🌹📻

My favorite hazbin characters with a dog

Hat Gremlin in different formats

Hazbin characters + different versions of reader as things people I know have said

Alastor and nibling reader who accidentally seduced the Vee's ✨🔪

Roach reader request that genuinely gut punched me✨

Hazbin hotel characters + readers as things the people I know and I have said 2

Clown vee reader [Clown week]

Everyone likes a clown [Clown week]🪤📻

Hazbin hotel with Clown reader [clown week]

Clown themed exorcist headcanons

Security guard reader

Sick reader headcanons

Hazbin characters and readers as things people I know have said 3

I'm batman✨

Hell's greatest pirate 📻

[thegreatpapaya666]

Hi! I'm here to talk about Valentino, everyone's least favorite moth man. Now I know he gets a lot of hate and stuff, but I feel like what some people don't understand is that you're allowed to like villains. This man is a rapist and absolutely bonkers and a total dickhead. And that is bad, we can all agree that is unforgivable. And that's why he's in Hell. But liking his character doesn't mean you're condoning his actions. There's a difference between liking him as a person & genuinely wanting to be friends with him and enjoying his character for whatever reason. The piss baby is my third favorite character in Hazbin Hotel because:

He makes me laugh

I love his outfits

His baldness is my favorite thing

He's so fucking tall

His dynamic with Vox is so goofy I love it

He's a goofball

His Spanish >>>> ("...the devil's princesa~")

He's hot

He's cute

He's adorable

He's giggle-worthy

He is so fucking deranged and feral

He gets mad so easily over the smallest things

His possessiveness over Angel Dust is no question creepy, but also sort of comical, especially in S1E2 when he's like "See? Look at how he flirts with that guy, and he's not even paying! Who is that? I'm gonna fucking kill his whole fucking family!" with the little moth squeaks and the weirdass screen poking is my Roman Empire

In S1E2 when he asks Vox "Which one of these makes me look sexier?" and holds up these two guns. But in his closet, he has a poster of him holding up those same guns BECAUSE HE COULDN'T PICK WHICH ONE MADE HIM LOOK SEXIER. And in the next scene during the meeting with the Vees, he's bedazzling his name into one of the guns. (also they both make you look sexy, Val)

He's so cocky

In S1E4 where he licks Charlie's arm like the spooktacular horrifying guy he is, I toppled over laughing and my dad heard and asked if I was still sane

He throws things

HE HAS WINGS WHY ARE WE NOT FALLING HEAD OVER HEELS YET *obnoxiously tapping my foot with dramatic impatience*

His heels and his legs are 1000/10

StaticMoth.

His obsession with violence

In S1E8 when he and Vox are dancing and singing together, he looks so genuinely happy and I cried the first time I watched it

By the way, I also get the.....unappeal. Especially if you're an Angel Dust lover and you hate his guts and want him to die in season two. Which is totally valid. I'm just saying that if you're one of the few people who are closeted Val lovers, I'M THERE FOR YOU.

[yanderefarm]

You know what's crazy? I found your blog a few times in the yandere sub tag, but I actually decided to follow after I read that Valentino X bull reader fic you wrote cause I got hooked on the slight yandere vox and was like omg I do they have more? Then I met Ares and soon after Emil 😋😋💀💀

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tbh i think a lot of people came from that fic or the dan feng fic now.

im actually really proud of that one even tho it was a bitch to write. i love valentino he's my favorite hazbin character bc like... hes a slutty moth and i wanna rip his wings off. i cant fix him i can break him tho. but i wasn't really a vox person until writing that fic. i love vox in that fic. i love writing him deranged and possessive like he's literally never talked to you but he's convinced you're madly in love and belong together.

i love yanderes like that. i love boys who stalk you and are delusional and think there's more than there is. and then they try to act on it and be all dominant and intimidating but realize very quickly they're outclassed. like yoonbum and sangwoo or kylar from dol. i love it... i love pathetic men like that.

i just know vox got his brain turned to static later

[shrugemojiidk]

On one hand sladejay is a ship that exists purely for yaoi reasons just 100% crackship based on horniness and aesthetics and vibes. That being said…

when you take the fujoshi goggles off and actually look at how their personalities mesh it does work. It COULD work. Both of them are estranged from their families for reasons that are largely their fault, they’re two lonely assholes who could find solace in each other. Their morals are just aligned enough to not cause problems. They have similarly deranged concepts of love. They have complimentary and similar neuroses. Slade is a male manipulator with dead son trauma and Jason has exploitable daddy issues. And “young, bat trained, lethal, socially isolated with major daddy issues” might as well be catnip for Slade. Slade is a super competent emotionally unavailable older man, Jason’s daddy issues would be drawn like a moth to a toxic flame. They could either hook up once, or become fuck buddies, or have some sort of psychosexually weird several month affair(Jason why does Deathstroke call you babygirl? Why is he saved on your phone under ‘Daddy’). Either way it has the potential be the healthiest relationship either of them have had in years. It would end when both Jason and Slade’s “this is going too well I need to burn this bridge immediately” instincts get triggered at the same time

[chaifootsteps]

I'd personally argue that Hazbin's approximate equivalent to Stolitz is Voxval. Dubiously consensual, heavily implied to be abusive, part of Viv's thing for "complex" (read: abusive) gay relationships, and lapped up and romanticized by deranged fans like there's no tomorrow.

I've no issue with tastefully portraying horribly imbalanced relationships, but knowing Viv it's just going to be an excuse to whack off to watching a moth defile a television with no real plot relevancy besides "hehe badly written yaoi".

I'm honestly wondering if Viv's even going to keep the abusive element of Voxval or just have them be a villainous power couple.

Villainous power couples being something I love, by the way, but not when it only comes about because Viv has a pathological need to woobify any male character she likes.

[tumblingxelian]

Chrysididae 

The Birth of the Hero Chrysididae!

A student film premiers, a lost heiress in enraged at the perceived betrayal of her sponsor, classmates, family and even oldest friend.

Why she wonders, why do these things keep happening to me?

It is a question she had wondered before but only rarely, too often it was too easy to find some enemy to blame, or her own lack of exceptional talent.

But on this day, when she reflects on Gabriel Agreste's souless stare from the tablet, something clicks.

He did this on purpose.

Like one domino hitting another, it sets off a chain of memories and with them a realization.

On what was to be Adrien's first day of school, the first Akuma appears, despite the fact that surely other teenagers were embarrassed or angered.

This should have scared Adrien and compelled him to stay home, but no.

So it is again with Stoneheart, but somehow, for some reason he chooses Chloe as a victim despite nearly every member of class being terrified and enraged, despite his intent to be to confess his love to Mylene.

He still takes the time to kidnap Chloe, who was the instigator of Adrien's rebellion.

This would be her first near death, but not the last.

Lady Wifi would come next, suitably aggrieved perhaps but to what purpose? Hawk Moth of all people should know Chloe could not have been Ladybug, so there needs to be another motive, one to target the girl and not a presumed hero.

Ah yes, punishing her for helping Adrien slip his grasp.

Evilillustrator, would be next, neglecting the humiliation and abuse his teacher subjected him to in favor or murdering a girl for a snide comment regarding his crush.

Now you might say, what of Roger, Rose, Juleka and Kim?

But remember, even an Akuma will not go against the deep and abiding instincts of its source human. Their loved one's may be in endangered on accident or in a deranged bit to assist them.

But never would they be intentionally harmed.

In this same vain, a man who believes wholeheartedly in his duty to be of service to the community, a girl whose most malevolent self only wanted a dream wedding, a girl who wished to be seen and a boy who wished for love to disappear.

All Akuma that either would not or could not kill by their nature or that of their powers. They would be insufficient for breaking the girl who defied him.

Antibug is where things begin to change.

Convinced that her beloved idol hated her just as her mother always had, Chloe began to break. So much so she could not avoid his Akuma this time.

Able to defeat Chat Noir and a fair match for Ladybug she was one of the stronger Aluma. Not in the upper echelons like Style Queen or Sanboy, but worth stoking over the coals for an even greater reaction.

Speaking of Style Queen, you may question why Gabriel would allow his son, who has so far avoided all harm from any Akuma to be struck low.

I remind you that while his control is great it is not infinite. I would add that not only does Hawk Moth's ego outstrip his control but so too does his scheming.

Why snub the notoriously angry Style Queen? Why would Nathalie, an otherwise sensible woman go along with the insult. Only to see him retract it the next day? Why was Gabriel who has refused to leave his manor in all other attacks absent when the Style Queen invaded his home?

Why if not for the fact he sought to make Style Queen and with Mayura's help could do so. But she was not enough alone, but her presence would bring about inspiration for his newest scheme.

It would bring about Queen Wasp.

But first, you may question why Gabriel would allow his son, who has so far avoided all harm from any Akuma to be struck low. I remind you that while his control is great it is not infinite, and would go further and note how strange it is that Gabriel would be absent from his manor.

He would not leave during any other Akuma attack, yet the this one? How odd, lest

Murdered by her mother the day before, then rejected by her yet again, mind on the edge of snapping she orchestrated her own self destruction and from the wreckage crawled the first Akumatized Miraculous User.

For we cannot call her a hero.

Who was the next Akuma, but her own father. His intent with her just as it was with his wife, to keep her in Paris for his own pleasure at her expense. Conveniently ensuring Hawk Moth's new muse could not slip the leash she did not even know was fastening around her neck.

Just as hoped it would see, she was chosen this time to wield a Miraculous and she would be chosen again on Heroes' Day. Hawk Moth's only known effort to Akumatize others rather than letting the people of Paris do his work for him.

This was where we first saw sign of Mayura and to any who have been wondering. Yes, this is why The Collector & Simon Says mean so little. There was always a hidden second who could have commanded the Akuma, and if not, paint a target on his back from a target so far away that the here's would surely arrive in time.

With Mayura's arrival came a new wave of terror, not just for Paris but Chloe in particular.

Don't believe me, I do not blame you, but it is the truth.

Over the months following Heroes Day, battle after battle would be fought before the former Miraculous Holder. Always in front of her home where the Bee Signal shone, always to see her rejected by her idol.

From this came Miracular.

Close, but not close enough, Chloe resister the Akum, but Sabrina could not and within moments of Chat's arrival Mayura was upon them.

The villains had been waiting, a clear signal they had been observing her for sometimes, a clear signal of their continued interest.

Especially given, despite the months of absence, the moment it was necessary, Queen Bee flew again. Even as Ladybug swore this would be the last time as she doubtlessly had done for the last two months of battle.

Only to change her mind as needs demanded it.

But do not think her egotistical my witnesses. It was not merely Chloe who was targeted but another as well.

Marinette Dupain Cheng. A girl who has yet to be Akumatized, who holds a disdain for liars and seeks truth. Such an ideal recipe for an Akuma that could force Ladybug & Chat Noir into the light.

Thus it was, she'd be framed for cheating, theft and assault before her classmates by one Lila Rossi. Perhaps this would not convince you alone but I ask.

How did Hawk Moth know the class he has so often predated on, the class which contains Adrien Agrest, if he did not have a hand in this event?

This was not the first time Lila was used as such. Whispering sweet lies into Chloe's ears about how to summon Ladybug but leaving her humiliated instead.

Has she not done the same with others? Kagami for instances.

Decaying day by day, and nightmare by nightmare, Miracle Queen approached and this is where it all comes together.

Her feuding parents presenting with a garment both ugly and enraging that binds them together by a man who proclaims himself a designer.

An Akuma on the scene in mere moments, to combine them into one. The parents turned against the child enough to harm her yet again, but kept from devouring her. Finally, the Bee Signal sabotaged.

Why this family, why this girl even before the Miraculous? Who would know her well enough to orchestrate such targeted strikes against her psyche? What man has the motive, resources and insight to break Chloe Bourgeois?

Why its the same man whose beloved assistant fell ill at the same time as Mayura vanished from the field of battle. Its the same man who had a hand in the transformation of Style Queen & Heart Hunter. It is the same man who promised a desperate girl a movie, only to rip it away with a subtle smile. Knowing his Akuma would find her soon.

But he was not ready for me, or in a way, for her.

Chloe Bourgeois, the girl you knew, no longer exists. She had no desire to anymore, more than Hawk Moth saw to that.

What she did desire was to prove she was more than a Super Disaster and means by which to free her from the role long since assigned to her.

For the latter, came a Sentimonster not long for this world. Its power exorcising that malevolent miasma of Hawk Moth. But even as it was destroyed the creatures magic did as it was bid.

For his voice had gone silent, the rage faded and the Akuma was taken into more than this mere suit but into the skin, to course through her blood and bury itself in her marrow.

Now I emerge from the girl that was once Chloe Bourgeois with three purposes.

To tell the world of Gabriel's crimes, to defeat Hawk Moth, and be an exceptional Hero.

I am Chrysididae and for what its worth, I am sorry.

[most-creature-vibe-tournament]

Round 3 poll 3

Propaganda:

Arthur Lester (Malevolent)

Eye horror but yellow

More arthur lester propaganda: he should be dead. He should be dead ten times over and he isn't. What the fuck is he. This is not plot armor btw an eldritch entity openly speculates about it

actual cannibal arthur lester

okay I’m putting this into the comments so I can represent my horrible little podcast man. C!Quackity ate Schlatt’s heart but Arthur ate a whole guy. And also assorted pieces of other guys. And he had a horrible time with it. They are both cannibalism baddies but Arthur is fundamentally changed because of it. C!Quackity had a bad ex Arthur had a losing-and-finding-humanity-again experience and was pulled back from the brink by the god-thing in his head. Creature!!

#I love alex quackity as much as anyone but Arthur has straight up eaten a guy#yes yes Schlatt’s heart and all but Arthur went after the whole guy. also it was horrible and traumatic#and it started a whole thing of Arthur seemingly becoming less human while the god-thing in his head become more human#so. not to pit two cannibalism baddies against each other. but quackity is a businessman first and arthur has never looked put-together a#single day in his life. that man is a Creature

Arthur lester propaganda (spoilers): he crawled through tunnels and smashed an old woman's head in with a rock. He seems to other people to talk to himself. Often about murder. He whimpers pathetically several times per episode. He ate a dead human's raw corpse and only felt bad about it because it also hurt his friend. He chopped a man's arm off. He's such a deranged little creature.

Malevolent is the story of a dude fighting the instinct to become a creature and (so far) losing. So much so that the eldritch being in his head is going "woah dude, chill out". I think he wins easy

Pearlescentmoon (Hermitcraft)

A lot of people draw her as a moth!

#ok I gotta step in here#Pearl is a fuckin creature of all creature#shes an alien a moth a literal goddess a 4am bloodthirsty fighter and queen of the deep frost#you can look up clips of her making the most creature noises as her default noises#she is the most creature

im sorry pearl is one billion percent creature

#PEARL SWEEP#im sorry that is a 36 year old man#she is an alien. otherworldly being

#let's be honest here#especially at s9 she just makes the most creature of noises#Gem claims she's an alien#like sure people can turn grian to a god/watcher but that doesn't necessarily mean creachure#so vote pearl

[delusionalwings]

Congrats! May I please ask for prompt 5 with yan Asmo please

thank you so much! hope you have a lovely day/night ^^

Prompt - "I can't stop thinking about you. Now that I have you here with me, I am never letting go."

yandere Asmodeus x gender neutral reader

[ prompt list + event masterlist ]

Asmodeus was not one to settle down. Why should he when he could have anyone in the three realms? Everytime his heart fluttered because of someone, a new person would appear who craved his attention, who needed him and he would be like a moth attracted to a brand new flame. Little did he know that in time, he would find someone whom he needed.

You were so naive when you first made your appearance in the Devildom. Through bored lashes but with a charming smile, he looked at you and wondered how long you would last in the wilderness.

With time, when he realised how shrouded in mystery you were, he got hooked on you as if you were the answer to his search for eternal youth. As more time passed, his heart started dancing in a different way to your tune. You were kind, charming, caring but above all, you saw through Asmo and you were not repulsed by the real him. He felt stripped naked in front of you, but he didn't feel the urge to take charge. He could trust his being in your hands and be pleased himself, without always trying to entertain you.

Let him be here in your presence for a little while. Just a little while longer.

But no matter how long he spent in your company, it was never enough. He hated that he could not have you with him all the time.

Why did the world exist anyway? To separate you from him? And why did you have to leave? Why would you not look back at him? Why won't you belong to him when he was ready to surrender himself to you? He didn't realise that he had been unjust to others in a similiar manner by being with everyone without favouring one above the rest. What did that matter anyway?

All that mattered to Asmo surrounded you.

You.

It happened very innocently. In his gloom, he didn't notice when he had strayed from his path and ended up in a stranded warehouse. When he looked around, he wasn't disgusted by the hideous place, rather he thought it quiet and peaceful. What he would not give to be there with you, far away from prying eyes!

A brilliant idea struck him. He could be there with you.

"Oh sweetheart, there you are," Asmo chirped when he saw you exiting RAD alone. "I found an amazing place I wanna show you. Would you come with me?"

When you smiled sweetly and looked at him with a twinkle in your eyes, he felt like kissing your lips tenderly. That must wait for later.

"Oh [Name], you are such a cutie! Hehe."

You followed him without suspicion. The eeriness increased with every step you took, but when you found the courage to voice your worry, Asmo requested to cover your eyes to surprise you.

To trust him was all he asked. It was Asmo so trusting him was all you did.

Once you entered the warehouse under his guidance, a cry resounded. Sadly, it was your own.

Cold chains held you to the spot as the blindfold was taken off. Asmo looked at you with a disturbing expression, his lips curled up in a deranged smile.

For the first time, you felt afraid in his presence. You tried in vain to free yourself.

"Asmo, ASMO! What the hell? Is this a joke? Let me go... LET ME GO! I am scared. Please. P-Please..."

Gathering your scared self in his arms, he put his head against your chest to hear your heartbeat and exhaled sharply. Oh what melody!

"Finally, finally! We are alone. We will always be alone from now on! I can't stop thinking about you. Now that I have you here with me, I am never letting go."

Asmo had believed that he was not one to settle, but now he was comfortably settled in your arms. He had found his place in life. A place he had forcefully barged in, but still the place of his dreams.

[alohastyles-x]

Hiya!! For your "It's a Cruel summer with you!" Project I was wondering if you could do Eddie munson with the lyrics pairing of "It's me,hi, I'm the problem it's me" with Steve and Y/n?

Anti-Hero - s.h. & e.m.

"It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me."

note: this was such a fun story to write. I could have gone so many different ways, but I like the angsty idea we settled on! Maybe it's too angsty... oops. oh well. hope you enjoy!

Wordcount: 1.5k - a short little thing

trope / pairing: angst | Henderson!reader x s.h. & e.m. (not poly)

warnings: angstyyyyyy angst

Materslist | Stranger things masterlist | Cruel Summer S.T. Version Masterlist

“I can’t believe you!” Steve shouted, his eyes filling with enraged tears as he stared you down. 

It was your fault, and you knew it. You knew getting involved with the group was the first problem, and then falling for two vastly different guys was the other. It was clear as day they were both into you too, between the way Steve spoke to you, and the way Eddie looked at you. Guilt overcame you, and a tear slipped from your eye. 

“Oh, okay, so now you’re the one crying?” Steve asked, bewildered. 

“I’m not crying because I’m upset! I’m crying because I’m … I’m… I don’t know,” you trailed off. It was so hard for you to say you were sorry, to acknowledge the wrong you know you did. 

“You really can’t finish that sentence can you?” He whispered. Steve was beyond hurt. Thinking he had finally found the one, only to be betrayed for his best friend. 

“Steve… it’s not that I don’t feel it. I just…” 

“You just don’t think you have to apologize.” He finished, as if he could read your mind. He shook his head, placing his hands on his hips. 

You looked up sheepishly at him, as if admitting that was the exact reason. This only angered him more, as he looked away to stop himself from crying. 

“No. You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to leave me for my best friend and not apologize for it, y/n! That’s… that’s just deranged!” 

“Oh, so I’m deranged now?” You yelled back. 

“No, I said this situation is deranged! You know what… forget it,” Steve mumbled the last bit, moving to leave the room.  

“Steve, wait.” He stopped, but stayed facing the door. 

“For what it’s worth… I know it’s me. I’m the problem.” 

He mulled over what you said, before sighing heavily. Without turning around to face you, he hung his head and walked out the door. 

As reality began to sink in over what you just did, you crawled back up into the bed, tugging a pillow close to your chest. 

Steve was a good guy, you didn’t mean to hurt him. He was safe, and nice. Always opening doors for you, always offering you a safe space to vent. He was a safe choice, and you knew that. But as your relationship progressed, and your friendship with Eddie grew more intense, you became like a moth to Eddie’s daring flame. He was passionate in a fiery way that Steve was not. He was dark and mysterious, whereas Steve was open and safe. 

You had decided you didn’t want safe. You wanted dangerous and daring. You wanted the thrill that came with Eddie and his vices. 

The idea of breaking Steve’s heart has hurt you, but you knew… or figured he would get over it easily.  

You hadn’t even told Eddie your feelings yet, confident you knew he felt the same as you. The way he touched your hand in secret, the way he was always looking at you with awe and longing. 

A knock on your door disrupted you from your thoughts.  

“Come in!” You hollered, sitting up in the bed, the pillow still in your lap. Dustin’s face appeared from behind the door, a sad look on his face. 

“You shouldn’t have done that to Steve,” he said. You groaned, not in the mood to get lectured by your younger brother. 

“Dustin, you don’t even know what is going on-”, you started, but he cut you off. 

“No, but I don’t have to! Think of what this will do to the group! We have bigger problems to solve then your love life, and we need the group now more than ever!” He yelled. You had never seen your brother this angry before. 

“Dustin, chill. The group isn’t breaking up, just Steve and I.” 

“The fact that you don’t think that will trickle to the group, especially if you’re now going after Eddie is stupid. You’re really stupid!” Dustin yelled, running back into his room and slamming the door. 

Guilt overcame you once again as you flopped back onto your bed. You turned over, screaming into your pillow.

The next day, you were standing by your locker, waiting for Eddie to round the corner. 

After the events of last night, Dustin woke up early and stormed out of the house before you could even speak to him. Steve wouldn’t even look at you in the hallway, purposely looking everywhere else but where you were. 

Eddie came around the corner that second, with Dustin trailing him talking a mile a minute. He walked right past you, not acknowledging you were even there. You stared after him and Dustin, glaring at your brother. You knew damn well he had something to do with this. 

Slamming your locker shut, you followed the two of them. 

“Eddie, wait!” You yelled, getting his attention. Dustin turned to face you, glaring at you. Eddie looked torn, as he glanced between the two of you. An uncomfortable silence hung in the air as he waited for you to say something. 

“Can we talk… alone,” you made a point to glance at Dustin on the last word. He rolled his eyes dramatically, but Eddie nodded, heading into an empty classroom to his right. You followed,  shutting the door in Dustin’s face, despite his protests. 

Eddie settled on top of a desk, and you settled leaning against the desk, bracing your hands on the ledge. 

“I heard you and Steve broke up,” Eddie started, looking at his hands that were folded in his lap. You sighed. Of course Dustin had told him, but you didn’t know how Eddie felt about it. Even now, you couldn’t make out his face or his emotions. 

“Yes, I ended things.” 

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?” The question took you aback. You thought the answer was obvious. A queasy feeling settled in your stomach as you looked at Eddie. 

“I mean exactly what I asked. Why?” Eddie asked, hopping off the desk. 

“I think you know why,” you taunted. 

“No, I don’t think I do, hence why I asked,” Eddie said through gritted teeth. He was getting mad at your games. You sighed again, bracing yourself before telling him the truth. 

“Because of you, you idiot! Because I like you! I want you!” It came out rushed and harsh, and it followed with Eddie bringing his fist down on the desk.

“God damn it y/n!” He yelled, running his hand through his hair. You stared at him in shock by the outburst. 

“Eddie…”

“No, stop. Just stop.” He cut you off, breathing heavy as he tried to figure out what to say next. It was true, he did have feelings for you. He had longed for you since he first met you. But when you gravitated to Steve over him, a tiny piece of his heart broke. And now, here you were, leaving Steve for him. 

Part of him felt smug. Wanted to take you on his arm into the hallway and show you off for everyone to see you left a pretty boy for him. That you were his. 

But Steve was still his friend, and if he did what he wanted… he would for sure lose Steve, Dustin, and anyone else in the group who sided with Steve. It would be catastrophic, and Eddie would lose the only family he had ever known. 

You stayed silent as he mulled over his decision. You hadn’t expected this. You had felt so confident that this was the right decision, so now you were unsure what to do, 

“You’re so fucking reckless,” Eddie said. His words were lethal, hitting you right in the gut. 

“I know.” 

“I don’t think you do. I want nothing more than to take you, y/n. Right here. To claim you as my own, before parading you around the halls. To rub it in a pretty boy’s face that you chose me. But that pretty boy is my friend, an integral part of my family.” Eddie said, slowly stepping towards you as he spoke. He was inches from you now, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. Resisting the urge to lean in, you held his gaze. 

“You were so fucking reckless with him… how can I trust you won’t be that reckless with me. That you’re not going to move on to the next guy who strikes you fancy. That you’re not going to tear everything apart for your own personal gain… and not even face it. Not even apologize for it.” 

His lips were dangerously close to yours and his eyes fluttered down to look at them. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his lips ever so gently brush over yours. 

“I can’t trust you.” 

He pulled away. Cold air hit you as he did, sending a shiver down your spine. You couldn’t hold back the sob that escaped, as he walked out of the room, letting the door click close behind him .

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