#okay it actually hit me just how long I've known some of you guys for

[ncityzen]

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[echobx]

Confessions - bsf!JJ × fem!reader

word count: 864

warnings: none

author's note: I made the choice to not specify on the reader any more than that because it would take away from the plot twist of this blurb. I hope you understand.

   “Do you hear that?” you hush the words, not wanting your voice to overpower the dull sound of the rain outside your window. 

   “The rain?” JJ asks and you hum.

   “Yes. It's beautiful. Calming.”

   He stays quiet, listening to the million drops of water hitting the leaves of the trees, and the ground and most of all the roof above your heads. 

   “Oh, did you see?” you gasp quietly and he chuckles. 

   “The lightning?” 

   “Yes. Thunder soon,” you nod, more to yourself than to him, as you lie together in the dark room. And just a few moments after you said it, the sound of growing thunder makes you squeal. 

   “Are you scared?” JJ asks, and you shake your head, but it's not really the truth either. 

   “Just… jumpy, I guess,” you tell him, and he turns his body around to be able to look at you. 

   “You know you're cute, right?” JJ had promised himself to not hit on you, to not be one of those assholes who promise friendship to a girl but then want more anyway. 

   “Why are you telling me that?” 

   “Do you remember what your grandma always said?” JJ tries to avoid the obvious answer. 

   “She said a lot of crazy shit. I think she was senile,” you mumble, unsure what he was referring to. 

   “Yeah, probably.” He turns to lie on his back again, sighing deeply and releasing some of the tension that had started to build in his chest. You turn your head to observe him, his eyes fixed on the ceiling fan that you had turned off, because it just made the heat worse. He is rarely quiet like that, almost somber with how his lips tremble, but not a single sound slips out in between them. 

   “Are you okay?” Your question is embedded into the rain, like lightning filling the dark sky for just a heartbeat. 

   His reply follows like thunder, low and late. “Uhm, yeah,” he nods, forcing a smile and turning to look at you. “You?”

   “Yeah,” you nod twice and he mirrors it.

   “Good.” 

   “What about my grannie?” You poke his brain, and he smiles faintly into himself. 

   “She said we looked like we were made for each other, is all,” JJ’s gaze drops, focusing on a small hole in the linen underneath you. 

   “Why would you think of that?” your brows are furrowed and JJ weighs his options, tell the truth or take the fast lane exit back to pure friendship. He did manage to keep his feelings down for years. He managed to have semi-successful relationships with a few girls over the years. He watched you never truly date for too long, always finding the most miniscule reason to not be with a guy. And the delusional part of his brain wants to believe that it's like that, because you have always been holding out for him. 

   “You never thought about it? I heard that those relationships always work out best, because you already know each other and you can-” 

   “I think I'm gay,” you blurt out, your eyes wide in fear of what he might say, but JJ is simply staring at you. His whole world feels like it's crumbling to pieces and the worst part is that he feels even more guilty about it all. He should've known, right? He, as your best friend, should've seen it, connected the dots, and yet…

   “You-” He tries to bring out words, any words, but it's like his mind has them locked up. 

 �� “I've been thinking about it a lot,” you admit. “How I can never get to actually like a guy. How I forced myself to make out with them, and even sleep with them and-” You look at his startled face, and it feels like you're actually imposing on him, “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything.”

   “No, I'm just- You're gay, and I am in love with you,” JJ laughs loudly, running his hands over his face and threading his fingers through his hair, before tugging on it. 

   “You're-” Now it's your time to process what he let slip out. Maybe it just makes everything clearer for you, that you always had the perfect boy at hand, but never any interest in him in that way. How much you would rather pick out his hookups and imagine them together, putting yourself in your best friend's shoes; than flirt with any guy, at all. 

   “Yeah. So you're a lesbian?” JJ asks, unaware of the fact that you are still experiencing some type of shell shock from the bomb he just dropped on you. “How did you figure that one out?” 

   “Boobs,” you mumble, your eyes are unfocused and burn because you haven't blinked in some time. 

   “Yeah, makes sense,” JJ nods, turning to lie on his back again, staring up and listening to the rain. “You think it's gonna stop soon?” 

   “It's soothing,” you hush, falling back into your pillows and fixing your eyes on the star shaped stain on the wooden ceiling. “Calms me down.” 

   “If this was the 50s, we could get married,” JJ huffs a laugh, and you can't help but giggle. 

   “Fuck, we really could.” 

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[writerscall]

bruises.

spiderwoman!hazel au. she's known about hazel's little secret for a while now and she's done giving her excuses a free pass.

author's note/s: 1.2k words. trigger warning for talk of injuries, switched to the use of 'you' here for reader cause third person wasn't working for me

It's routine for you to replenish the contents of the first-aid kit in your bedside table's drawer now. You even keep one in your locker and have had many silent debates with yourself on keeping a small one in your bag, just in case. For the past four months, Hazel Callahan has been climbing up to your window to ask for your help with treating a bruise or two. Because of that new women's self-defense club - the "fight club" that started up at school, she said.

Which was incidentally formed about a week after the first news headline came out about some masked vigilante swinging around the city. Fighting crime and saving civilians and beating up bad guys and all that.

Now coincidental rather than incidental for you though, since the day you saw Hazel rushing into her house then saw the infamous Spiderwoman spring out of her bedroom window mere seconds later. You were stunned, but it wasn't hard for you to connect the dots. Your already had your suspicions about some of the bruises Hazel supposedly got from her club; you doubt any of the girls there could actually land a hit that could damage her that badly.

But it's not an easy thing to bring up or just ask about, so you've kept quiet about it. Until that night, however.

You're half-asleep when you hears the incessant knocking at her window. You try not to groan as you throw back the covers and get up, knowing exactly who it is, but whatever irritation you have is gone once you see Hazel's face in the moonlight.

"Jesus Christ," you mutter as you pull her inside, hurriedly moving across the room to switch the light on. "Are you okay?"

"Pretty sure I've been better." Hazel smiles, actually smiles with that joke. But you can only sigh at her in response. Hazel literally looked like she got her face smashed into a wall or to the ground repeatedly - considering the people and things you've seen her fight against, that might've been what happened. There was a bruise along her jawline that you were sure you wouldn't be able to help cover up with make-up the next day and a cut on her forehead where a previous one just healed.

"Let me guess. It's from fight club again?" You manage not to make air quotations at 'fight club' but can't help the disbelieving tone when you say it. There's no way she expects you to believe that.

But as usual, she does. "I was just caught off guard cause we were practicing 'til late at night today and... and I was tired, cause you know, we had a whole day of school earlier and," Hazel stumbles out. The tone you used clearly got to her. "And when I fell it was to the ground and not the mat cause Sylvie got in a really, really good punch. You should've seen it actually."

You say nothing as you let her sit on the side of your bed and take the first-aid kit out, still quiet as you start wiping her face gently. She watches you intently, mouth opening and closing a few times before finally saying, "Don't be so worried. It's not the first time you've seen me like this and I'm always fine after."

"Yeah, sure." Until it happens again, you want to add. You get up to throw the wipes and tissues away and you can feel her eyes on you with every step. Hazel's never been good at dealing with friends being angry with her; you knew how sensitive she could be, which was why you were always quick to reassure her whenever it seemed like she was taking something to heart. It's why you've been patient for so long with her keeping the whole Spiderwoman thing a secret, but you didn't know how much longer you could take seeing her all beaten up and hear one lie after the other on how she supposedly got them.

"Please don't be mad—"

"When are you going to stop lying to me?"

Something shifts in the air at your question. You don't have to look at her to know how her eyes have widened and how her mouth was probably hanging open in shock, or how her mind was definitely racing at what you could possibly be talking about. Even though deep down, she knew.

You turn back around, sighing. "I know, Hazel. About your secret web-slinging life."

Hazel sits up straighter at your admission then stands up abruptly to pace the room, a panicked look on her face. "When did you— how did you even—"

"Does it matter? Why didn't you tell me?" You walk towards her and grab her by the arms, forcing her to stop. "You know you can trust me. I would never, ever tell anyone."

"That's not the point!" She shakes out of your grasp. "That's not the point," she repeats in a softer voice, continuing with, "You can't know. Nobody can because anybody who knows gets put in danger, and they'll come after you eventually to get to me, and I can't let that happen. Not to you, not to my mom, not to any of the girls in fight club. Especially not to you."

Your chest tightens at that. Quietly, you ask, "Why?"

There's a resigned, expectant look on her face when she says, "You know why."

And you do. The two of you have always been great friends but there's always been something else there, something a little more that neither of you were brave enough to acknowledge in fear of ruining what you had. You'd be lying if you said you never noticed the drop in her energy and expression every time you so much as made a passing comment that one of your classmates was cute, and you'd also be lying if you said you never thought anything about the weird feeling you got in your stomach when you saw how much closer she and Stella-Rebecca have gotten since joining the fight club together.

"I need you safe," Hazel says after a moment.

"You'll keep me safe. You'll protect me." You walk towards her again, reaching out to hold her roughed-up face in your hands. Almost instinctively, Hazel leans her cheek into your left palm. "I know you will because you would've done it whether I knew your secret or not. Because you're a good person and a fantastic superhero, Hazel."

Hazel just looks at you for a moment, clearly having some internal argument with herself, before she surges forward to kiss you. You press your lips firmly against hers, kissing her back soundly in case she'd panic and pull away too soon. But Hazel only pulls you in closer, a relieved sigh escaping her as she tilts her head to the side for a different angle.

If a kiss between the two of you was ever going to happen, then it was bound to be in some big reveal moment like this.

Reluctantly, you push her away after a moment because you couldn't let her or yourself get carried away; that first-aid couldn't be put away just yet, plus, your parents might've been dead asleep but they were still home. Both of you would have to put a raincheck on... whatever could've come next.

"Can I stay over tonight?" Hazel asks breathlessly, still eyeing your lips. You smile at her fondly and let out a chuckle, pushing her bangs away from her face.

"Yeah. I still need to fix up that cute face of yours, you know."

[cdelphiki]

A Rock in a Weary Place excerpt

I haven't done a WIP Wednesday in forever. It's almost Wednesday so here we go. A Rock in a Weary Place is part two of my Clark-adopts-Billy AU and I am so excited about it. I've finally gotten some good work done on it, but since it's a long one-shot (I don't actually know how long, but I wouldn't be shocked if it exceeds 10k) it'll be a while before its done. So here's an excerpt!!!! Of course any and all of this can change between now and posting the final.

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Clark felt… lost.

For as long as he’d been planning and scheming on how to get Billy Batson off the streets, he hadn’t fully realized what taking a kid into his home would fully entail.

Because, for all the talk about how he’d be more like a roommate to Billy… he also realized that he couldn’t be just a roommate.

He was the adult. He had to be— the adult. And Billy was the kid. Clark was providing for Billy, and that was that.

Which meant, Clark had to cook food.

A lot.

He’d never really cooked before, when it was just him. He ordered food, usually. Or just ate something microwavable. Ma would be upset, if she knew that.

But she didn’t know, so she couldn’t be upset.

If she found out he fed Billy, a “growing boy,” primarily greasy take out and cheap microwave dinners… Well Clark wasn’t sure he’d find a place on Earth safe from her wrath. And since he was Martha Kent’s son, he did know how to cook.

So that’s what he did.

A lot now.

Breakfast and dinner every day, and lunch on the weekends too. Although there had only been one weekend with Billy, so far. Five days in total.

How did five short days feel like an eternity?

“Smallville,” Lois nearly sang, “Yoohoo, hello? Is anyone home?”

Clark looked up from his laptop screen and smiled sheepishly at Lois, where she was leaning over his desk almost between him and his computer. He’d been zoning out a lot recently. “Sorry Lois,” he said, “what did you say?”

“What is up with you,” she exasperated, sitting back down into her chair, across their back-to-back desks from him, “you’re so…. distracted lately!”

“Oh nothing,” Clark said, as he leaned back in his chair, trying his best to give her his undivided attention, “just a lot on my mind.”

“Such as…” she prodded, leaning forward further into his personal space. When Clark didn’t reply other than to offer another sheepish smile, she let out an exasperated sigh and said, “Okay fine, I’ve got a new story for us. You won’t believe it, but there’s competition for Superman.”

“What?” Clark asked.

Lois grinned.“You know that guy from Fawcett? Captain Marvel? He’s been spotted in Metropolis this week.”

Clark resisted a laugh. He had known that, of course. “Really?” he asked anyway.

“Yes, and this morning, you’ll never believe it,” Lois said, as she went ahead and fully sat up on his desk, her arms moving all over the place as she spoke, “I was walking from the garage when this kid walked right out into the road without looking, and Captain Marvel swooped in and grabbed him before he got hit by a car. It was incredible! And I got to see Captain Marvel close up.”

“Did you now?” Clark asked with a grin.

“Yes, and let me tell you, he’s handsome. Superman has some real competition there.”

Clark… wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

Billy was just a child. A ten-year-old boy. But Clark couldn’t tell Lois that. How would Clark even know that?

He just hoped he never had to have that conversation with Billy, either. Adults shouldn’t be looking at him as if he were an adult.

But.

That was a concern, wasn’t it? Billy had said so himself. Sometimes he wasn’t a kid. Half the time, Billy was an adult. In form, at least.

They definitely would have to have a conversation, wouldn’t they?

Clark… Clark had no idea how to go about that.

“We should do some scouting this evening. Listen to the police scanner and see if we can catch Captain Marvel, just like we used to do with Superman, remember?”

He nodded absently. That had always been… interesting. Having to come up with excuse after excuse to slip away for a moment, all while Lois was trying her best to see Superman.

No matter how fun that had been, he couldn’t do that again. Because. He had to go home and feed Billy.

Also, Billy probably wouldn’t go out and about that time, anyway. He usually did his work during the daylight, and stayed in at night. Clark hadn’t seen him out at night much at all, not even before he came to live in Metropolis.

“Smallville,” Lois snapped, “Clark. Tonight. Scouting. What do you say?”

Clark looked back at her and tried to look regretful as he said, “I can’t, I’m sorry.”

“Can’t?” she exclaimed, scowling hard, “Why not?”

“I have plans,” he said simply.

Because he did. Feed the kid.

“Plans with who,” she demanded, “You haven’t been available all week!”

He spluttered and held his two hands up in surrender. “It’s not like that. I’m just busy. Besides, has Captain Marvel been seen after dark much anyway?”

Lois narrowed her eyes, but then sat back as she clearly thought it over, then muttered, “Hm. I wonder if he gets his strength from the sun or something.”

“Hey, maybe,” he said, as he pushed his chair back and stood up. He shut his laptop and slipped it into his bag before he grabbed his coat and said, “I’ve got to get going, but I’ll see you tomorrow. We can talk more about this new hero tomorrow.”

He felt mildly bad he’d blown her off three times already. He’d only had Billy for five days, and three of those days he’s had to blow Lois off.

They used to spend almost all day together, weekends to. Clark already missed that…

“Yeah, yeah,” Lois said, as she slid off his desk and returned to hers, “go do whatever. Tomorrow we’re scouting for Captain Marvel, Kent, don’t forget it.”

[stormblessed95]

Of the many things that bother me about fansites, the main one is probably that the boys don't get to approve which photos of them are published or used for merchandise when it's not official content. The second thing is that we see how they get mobbed at airports and how much pressure they're under to act friendly and smile for photos no matter how they feel. Especially since big hit has asked fans not to show up at airports and the only reason we know when they're traveling is because the information gets leaked without their consent.

When I saw people supporting black n white I assumed that she at least followed the rules about not going to the airport and not sneaking cameras into concerts, but I've seen both types of photos from her. So I was wondering if you could explain why jikookers seem so okay with her and not other fansites?

So I'll post this ask, with the very clear statement at the beginning that I'm not opening this up for debate. Because this is one of those topics of debate that continuously circle around constantly and it's exhausting and repeating myself is something im trying to do less over here this year. My essay of an answer starts here...

Okay, so I'm pretty sure that this came from you seeing this reblog post below. But I'm curious if you actually read it. Because I'm pretty sure it answers your question. Along with the post I LINKED in my reblog because that goes into the culture of fansites in kpop even more.

But then if we want to talk about it more... we can I guess. Since you asked nicely. Fansites in kpop can kind of be linked to the equivalent of concert photographers in the US. If you know what those are/are more familiar with the concert scene in the US. Idk where you are from though. Concert photographers are in general pretty respected and hyped up in the US, even at times have their photos from the concert purchased by the artists themselves. They aren't employed by the stadium, by the artist or the artists companies though usually. They aren't shunned by fans or banned from the concerts. And they share the photos they take online and even sell them, no issues. It's basically the same thing.

Fansites are, for the most part, a very normal, expected and intricate part of kpop culture. Most of the boys often recongize, smile, wave and bow at their fansites (and no, not just at places where they are forced to act like they are okay with it when they aren't, like airports, but at concerts and award shows or going back further in time, fansigns and ISAC events). Or they will move to let the fansite get the best shot of the members they are a fansite for. Compared to when it's a known problematic fansite who are more stalker then fansite, they don't do that and there are even videos/photos of them looking uncomfortable when recognizing that fansite, rather than smiling for them. Like Headliner, for example, A JK "fansite" where we have examples of him looking displeased in her direction and an example of Jimin standing in front of JK in her line of sight, "ruining" the shot and looking right at her, hands on hips.

And because I mentioned above airports, like you did. Let's talk about that too. Because I DO have a post up here reeming people out for showing up to and crowding the boys at airports. It's horribly disrespectful and not okay. Fansites (like BnW and other respectful ones) aren't generally the people you see shoving their phones in the guys faces, they tend to hang back with the media mostly and not get so far up their asses, invading personal space. And media is tipped off when the guys are traveling so they can go and report on it. Its FANS who invade privacy to show up that's a problem, not necessarily the media or fansites, which is expected as an idol. Do I LIKE they are expected to be photographed to hell and back when leaving and entering Korea? Not really, but it's also not the same thing as invading their privacy either. Following them into the airport and onto the plane or to their destination to take photos of them on the plane, at the waiting areas or getting off the plane? Yeah, that's an invasion of privacy and then upgrades you (general you) to stalker. And here is my post about how you shouldn't go to the airport when BTS is traveling. Again, please actually read my posts I link to you.

As for the consent about the boys aproving photos/videos argument, I then have to ask are you against everyone who livestreams the concert on their phones for ARMYs who aren't there to tune in? Or all the people who put the photos up they take at concerts or other events up onto the timeline? Or because it's not a fansite photo, just a watermarked photo from some random fan account, that's then okay? I don't know you, so idk how you personally interact with everything like above, but it's food for thought. It's also something to consider to make sure if you ARE so against fansites, that you aren't liking, retreating, saving, etc photos of any of the members that come from fansites. (The jikook photo above comes from a Jimin fansite btw) Because I'm pretty sure Almost every ARMY has, intentionally or otherwise. Because MOST concert/event photos end up coming from fansigns. And the boys KNOW that and are okay with it. And the company isn't struggling anymore. If they didn't want people "filling in the gaps" of available photos, they could hire more themselves and release more too.

To address your comments about them selling or distributing merch with their photos of the boys that the boys didn't get to pre-approve. That's fair. And it's also your choice to support that or not. Personally, I probably won't buy fansite photobooks, I'd rather spend my money on what I know will go towards the boys pocket directly, or at least towards them. Such as their official photobooks, albums, DVD packages, etc. But all the photos the fansites sell, they also normally just release for free too online. At least that I've seen. And then all those photos they have, they will sometimes hold events for people to buy them as merch. But that's a customer choice for sure. And it's 100% valid to not like that and not spend your money there. BlacknWhite for example, held her own little merch photo exhibition thing last year. Idk what to call it, but I posted here so it did happen for sure. Bighit hosts these same similar types of exhibitions at the end of various eras/concerts you can also purchase from more officially too.

But also again, all idols know about fansites and often start recognizing the ones that are there for them and don't mind them (as long as they aren't crossing privacy boundaries, which I will touch on later here too). For some examples, here you've got Jimin being playful and silly with his fansite here when he saw them...

Changing to make sure the fansites could get better photos during the fansign....

Using/wearing and loving gifts given to them and sent by their fansigns

He still has these focal speakers in his studio. Which was a gift from a fansite way back when

Jikook engaging with BlacknWhite when she is there taking their photos.... AND you'll see in my reblog (first linked post) the post I shared in there, Jimin seeing, acknowledging and moving out of the way for a Hobi fansite so they can get a better shot of him too

Tae had a photo from his fansite blown up and hung on his dorm wall.

Hobi shared a photo taken by his fansite on his Instagram too

Plus, Jimins family (idk about the others, Jimins is just more in the public eye because of his dad's Cafe) had fansite photos of Jimin and BTS hanging on their cafe walls. Jimins dad recently gave a fansite photo to a visiting dignitary that he got framed.

JK blushing over seeing his first ever fansite back during their debut.

The reason Fansites will sometimes get kicked out of concerts is because they are blacklisted (which most are not) for various reasons but mostly due to proven stalking or for misconduct during a concert (which again. Doesn't happen as often as stan twt will lead you to believe.) Bighit baned all photography, so it's not even necessarily about fansites, it's about Hybe wanting to bottle and sell the air the guys breathe because they know ARMY would buy it. Lol they are a corporate company and are focused on the bottom line more than alot of fans like to think at times I believe. A lot of the hate towards fansites comes from people who don't really understand idol culture at times and almost always exlculsively from I- armys. I don't see K army fans complaining about fansites. I see BTS members complaining about media, fans and fansites following them to places like, the mall, or on the private schedules, and overcrowding them. But never about fansites being in events, concerts, or airports from afar. In fact, from the ones who aren't problems, I see the opposite from the members. Jikookers like BnW because she is a jikook fansite and focuses on getting photos of them together and seperate, so it's like a one stop party. Lol other JK and JM fansites will share photos of jikook together when they are glued at the hip (which is often) along with when they with other members too, which is also nice and you'll see plently of people sharing those with no problems either. Again, as long as they aren't problematic accounts.

Fansites who take photos of the guys on private schedules? No. Who get on planes the boys are on? No. Who shit talk the boys and use them only for the cash flow their photos bring them? No. Who stalk them and show up places they shouldn't be and turn into sasaengs and doing anything for a quick buck? No. Fansites who crowd into the boys personal space for the perfect photo or are rude to them/others? No. Fansites who don't take no for an answer? No. But that's a small portion of fansites. Not all of them. Not even close to all of them. And alot of this hate towards fansites comes off more performative for most armys then anything else. Plus saying all fansites are bad is kinda like saying all ARMYs are 15 year old girls who bully people online because a small faction are and that's what people latch onto in an effort to continue to perpetuate hate towards the fandom and BTS themselves through their fans. Not the same exactly, but similar enough I'll make the comparison.

Your opinions are your own and are very valid. I'm not trying to change your mind about liking fansites. I don't love them necessarily either because I would HATE the constant flashing lights everywhere I went ever if I was them. But I also understand the nuance here and the difference between the hysteria stan spaces have made the fansite issues sound and what they actually are and how long they've been around for. Again, your choice over how you engage with them and how you feel about them. And all choices around that are valid. In my opinion. As long as you aren't supporting antis disguised as fansites, I don't see a problem with them in general. For me personally.

Hope that helped answer your question anon. Thank you for asking it respectfully.

[inkher0]

Okay let me start off my saying I'm reading origin and it's AMAZING Like wow ,from the writing to the interpretation of the characters everything's amazing.

Next ,why does Tim have so many bitches???

And I LOVE jack ,and how u made his character, like I understand his pain of being an Indian AND black, no one wants to talk to u much cuz' u either smell Like oil or how u eat food or because of ur accent ,like these bitches are culture phobic .

Now-a-days Indians r being noticed and stuff but back then it was a whole war zone for them man.

Plus Jack's so babaygirl .I love me some dorky nerdy guy obsessed with anime ,God knows why nobody hit that ,if it were me my boy would be so loved.

Thank you! Hindu was a big influence in some of the worldbuilding, so it made sense. Also my interpretation of Jack was based on real black men I've met, so if I resonated with you, I'm glad, because that means I was actually Listening to them.

As for why Tim has so many bitches- first off those are not his bitches, they're his girlfriends, and that's part of why so many girls like him! He's genuinely very respectful and sweet, so a lot of girls want to go out with him just because he's known to be a good date. He doesn't pressure them, doesn't demand their attention or time, doesn't scoff at them for being women. He genuinely likes them, and if he doesn't, he's at least trying to be polite. He's sex-positive but not creepy, confident but not domineering. When Proxy girls go from normal teenaged boys to him, the difference is a breath of fresh air. The fact he's Slenderman's vessel helps, too, because some of them think being "close" to him is how they get close to The Operator. He's also got autistic rizz and great hair, that goes a long way for him LMAO

Jack's a real lover boy too, he just surrounds himself with women who Know Him way too well lmao. He's pickier than Tim, too. Can't really kiss many girls if you're too busy Brooding Like A Badass in your room (playing Deus Ex Machina).

[lucycore]

Hello again haha

As you can tell by now I LOVE your work. And I saw you wanted some ideas.

ANYWAY!

I've got a Peter Criss fan fic (🌶🔥 of course) idea for ya!

I've heard from Paul and Gene that Peter threw his drumsticks on them (live on stage) when he got upset.

So... What if that drumstic hits you (reader). After the show and he walks towards "you" after the show to ask if you're alright, and yeah... You'll do the rest😏

Heyy I really enjoy that idea. Hope u like it and thx a lot ♡

Peter criss imagine

Pov: Peter accidentally hurts u with his drumstick.

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It's 1979 and u finally could go on a Kiss concert. U were very excited to see the boys but deep down in ur heart u were more excited about seeing ur favorite catman with his cute cat make up. Peter criss.

U decided to be the most beautiful girl on the concert and even made sure to get in the very first row, right next to the stage. Ur heart was beating like crazy knowing u will see soon ur favorite boys..Or should I say boy? ;) (sorry).

After waiting for way too long finally, the lights changed and u heard loud screams and cheering all around u..The boys finally came on stage. Ur eyes immediately turned themselves to see Peter with his cute face paint, smiling at the fans that were freaking out. U couldn't stop smiling seeing him all happy and cute..He made u blush like crazy.

They started playing and u couldn't help but just cry out. U waited for way too long and now finally u could see them life..It felt like a dream.

As u were singing along all dreamed up and not aware of anything as if u left earth, u got woken up by a bang to ur head and slight pain that followed right after.

"What the heck? What was that?" It shocked u. "Felt like I got hit by something."

U looked around if someone hit u by accident but that wasn't the case. Everyone was concentrated on the guys playing. U looked down on the floor and saw a drumstick.

"Wait?..Is that...Is that Peters drumstick?" U had a lot of feelings go through u at that moment when u realized that u got hit by his drumstick.

In fact, peter was known to throw his sticks around and people did see it but when they couldn't catch it they just kinda left it there thinking someone else did catch it also Peter was known for getting upset and not throwing it directly at the fans but rather at Paul and Gene. Well this time it hit u.

U couldn't really process what was happening. Is it real life or am I actually dreaming? I got to see peter live and now even found his drumstick? Wtf is going on?

U could stop smiling, everything was perfect. The last great thing that could happen would be him calling u backstage but that's impossible so u quickly got it out of ur mind.

After the show was done all the fans started going out or backstage when they had a vip ticket. U sadly didn't so with the pain in ur heart and Peters drumstick close to ur heart u started making ur way out. Surprisingly u heard a voice behind u saying "hey" so u turned around curious who would it be. "Now I'm really getting nuts." U thought.

U couldn't believe ur eyes. It was peter..Fucking Peter criss standing in front of u with a soft almost nervous smile. U started shaking, ur heart beating higher and ur face getting pale.

"Im sorry for hurting u with my drumstick..I should be more careful and maybe not throw too hard objects..."

U just stared at him with a shocked face not quite ready to process what was going on.

"Hope ur ok?..." He added.

"Y-Yeah sure..Don't worry about it..Didn't even hurt that bad.." U smiled nervously.

He smiled back and nodded softly.

"So...Can I do something for u?.." He asked.

"F-For me? U stuttered. "N-No..I mean I'm okay and it's already a blessing getting hit by ur drumstick and then having u talk to me..What more could I wish for?" U said happily what made him laugh a little shyly as he looked down.

"Well are u sure? How about I take u backstage..We could talk more and better..It's quite chaotic here."

U thought u will pass out..Usually these things only happen in ur imagination but this time it's fucking real. U of course nodded and went with him. U guys went into his room and u just had to look around..It was stunning to see his room that he had while being on tour.

*Time skip*

After talking for some time u got more comfortable with him and he with u. U saw noticed his looks on ur body, literally striping u down with his eyes. U did look sexy that evening and got some guys to look at u but tonight it seems like ur only his..And by his I mean Peter.

"Yk it was nice meeting a chill girl like u..and again sorry for hurting u..I didn't mean to throw it that far."

U again told him that it was alright. He suddenly moved closer to u and ur heart again started beating faster.

"I know how I can make this up.." He whispered softly what made u blush like crazy.

"R-Really? How?" Ur face got read and the look in ur face was just shocked and nervous.

Peter smirked and as u were trying to realize what was happening, u were laying there, legs spread wide apart and Peters head between them.

Ur hand were grabbing onto the bed sheets as Peters tongue entered ur opening. U had ur head thrown back feeling his tongue penetrating u.

U let out not too loud but high moans while feeling all dizzy from the pleasure. U never had ur pussy licked before and for the very first time of yours it felt like heaven.

U didn't know what to do with ur head and the bed sheets weren't enough to grab so u just went for his hair and pulled him even closer, making his face almost disappear in ur private parts. His hands were stroking ur thighs and grabbing onto them. Ur eyes rolled back as u felt close to cumming.

U started cursing and his fingers thrusted in u as he felt u getting closer. His tongue was eating ur clit, hitting ur g spot.

Ur moans got louder and ur legs started closing but he forcefully kept them open. Ur back arched and ur body lifted itself while u were cumming all over his face and fingers. U literally squirted his fingers out of ur opening. That's how well he made u cum. He had a lot of experience and good for u..Ur first time having Oral was like an complete dream..People wouldn't believe if u would tell them.

He left u hardly breathing on the bed. U closed ur eyes cuz u needed a second while he was watching u and smirking. U told him that it was ur first time and he got excited about it and also got a little ego booster hearing how good he was.

Now u didn't have any condoms like him but u still wanted to repay him so without saying anything u sat up and made him lay down. U never sucked dick before but u didn't care about that, u just wanted to satisfy ur king so u just started stroking it and slowly licking and kissing his tip. Peter let out a little groan and closed his eyes, having one arm behind his head.

When u noticed that u were doing the right thing u decided to take him deeper inside but got stopped by ur gag reflex. U sucked on it for a bit to get ur throat used to that feeling so it allowed u to take him deeper and let him feel the heaven u felt a few mins ago. His groans got louder and ur sucking deeper and faster.

With ur free hand u squeezed his big balls for extra pleasure and with the other one u were stroking his cock while sucking.

He groaned and was keep telling u how good ur doing and how much he enjoys it.

This made u even weaker for him and letting him fuck ur throat was like a reward.

While he was closer to his climax, he grabbed the back of your head and pushed u deeper in. Ur gag reflex returned but u didn't care less. Ur only goal was to satisfy him and nothing more. He was thrusting faster and faster making ur eyes clench till he finally released in ur mouth.

His warm load was dripping down ur throat and his cock twitching on ur tongue. After he took it out of ur mouth u swallowed what was left of his load in ur mouth mixed with ur saliva.

He fell back on the bed all exhausted and heavily breathing while u laid ur head on his chest.

"That was amazing y/n" He mumbled.

"It was" U had ur eyes closed and breathed out deeply.

"I won't let u go..U will have to stay here till morning..U were so amazing and so beautiful..I need u right now to calm down and spend time with someone who's not like those groupie whores."

His words made u feel so special and u just still kinda couldn't believe that it's true..Usually at that point u would wake up and hate that u did but this time it was completely real. U were laying in ur favorite Rockstars arms and u were more than happy, hoping this never ends...

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Excuse any typos. It's currently 1am I'm tired goodnight.

[destinyc1020]

Confession: i think a lot of ppl acknowledge that Tom is a good actor, bt some ppl question his non-Spiderman roles, which i dnt personally disagree with. He def gets praised for his acting being the best part of a lot if his projects (cherry, tcr) bt i think ppl want movies/shows scripts to actually match his acting talent. Hes 27 and seems lik the type to keep on going, so hes going to b ok lol i think the R+J is really going to b great in his career and same with the Fred movie. I think he really does well in musicals and stage work

I do see a lot of overlap of Tom/Tomdaya fans, bt some of the few solo Tom fans I see seem to hate Z 😬 idk what it is about a lot of white boy fans hating their partners (even if its a small minority, their loud), bt it seems to b a trend. Tom used to follow some of his fanbase igs too, bt has since unfollowed some of them and mayb that distanced some if his fans? Idk tbh bt i think the overlap of Tom/Tomdaya fans might hav to due with mayb that, Z was more known during Spiderman+ a lot of her fans became his fans and i think hes one of the few young male celebs that seem to publically praise/admire his gf, and a lot of ppl really seem to lik that. I hav no doubt he will prob gain more solo fans when future projects come in

Thanks Anon for your Confession. :)

i think a lot of ppl acknowledge that Tom is a good actor, bt some ppl question his non-Spiderman roles, which i dnt personally disagree with. He def gets praised for his acting being the best part of a lot if his projects (cherry, tcr) bt i think ppl want movies/shows scripts to actually match his acting talent.

I understand that 100%. Did people have an issue with the TCR script? I felt that the script was just fine?? My only complaint was that it seemed to take a bit longer to get to the point, and it treated us as viewers like we were 5 years old lol (most of us figured out the twist by the end of episode 1, even if you don't follow Tom closely), but I didn't see anything wrong with the script.

To me, playing a role like Danny in TCR was actually a pretty complex role that has an actor playing like 5 different people....which, I felt that Tom executed beautifully btw. 😊

And the complaints with the script for some of his other projects like TDATT... I mean, Robert Pattinson was in the film as well.... Same with Bill Skarsgard. They're known to be decent actors. Why are their fans not harping on TDATT and how bad the script was? Why are THEY allowed to do TDATT and go on to do other projects without any complaint? Why is Tom always the one getting complained about? All of these actors are GOOD actors. Amanda Seyfriend was in TCR and she's also a good actress. Why is she not getting so much heat? Why is the pressure always on Tom?? 🤔 That's what I don't understand. I personally think fans are a bit too hard on Tom. Just let an actor be and do his/her job.... Not every project is going to be a blockbuster, or a "hit" with audiences... And you know what?? That's perfectly OKAY! Actors continue to act. 😊

Idk tbh bt i think the overlap of Tom/Tomdaya fans might hav to due with mayb that, Z was more known during Spiderman+ a lot of her fans became his fans and i think hes one of the few young male celebs that seem to publically praise/admire his gf, and a lot of ppl really seem to lik that.

I do feel that some fans of Tomdaya are just fans of Tom simply because Z is dating him, and they are just fans of whoever Z dates, as long as the guy treats her well. 🤷🏾‍♀️

I hav no doubt he will prob gain more solo fans when future projects come in

I hope so! 😊 This is just my personal opinion (of course), but I've been saying for a while now that I think Tom needs just a little bit of autonomy separating his career from his love life. We should be able to search for things on Tom and have plenty of Tom-solo content that doesn't have to be related to his gf (or gross, hypersexualized manips 🤮). I would be saying that no matter who he's dating.

It seems like for Tom however, they are inextricably linked, and imo that can be a BAD thing (in the long run) for a LOT of reasons. 🥴����

At least with Zendaya, I feel like she has a separation of fans who are just fans of her and her work, and content isn't just about who she's dating/Tom, etc.... Idk if I'm making sense.

[fictionfixations]

Hanya: Could it be that the signal from the Shackling Prison is still blocked? Hmm... they proposed maintenance last year, but it's been delayed in the approval process...

i sure hope thats changed now (2.4-2.5 go brr)

OH MY GOD thats a huge wall of text. i was just clicking to speed up the texts and i just get hit with walls upon walls of texts and then it kept going and im like OKAY HOLD ON I CANT READ THAT FAST and trying to speed it up so i can scroll back and read it and theN BRRRR like holy fuck 😭

anyway context: hanya wrote this for her sister (who likes thriller novels). apparently its her first attempt. its called Seawater

Hanya: Judges have forever grappled with the burden of excruciating decisions. Among them, few weigh on their conscience as heavily as the relentless pursuit of the betrayer. Motivated by greed, disdain, or the intoxication of danger, comrades can swiftly transform into enemies. And when the moment arrives to dispense justice upon a former ally in the name of the revered Ten Lords, the torment becomes unbearable. The place I now journey towards bears witness to a heart-rending spectacle. Long ago, I meticulously constructed a trap to ensnare the perpetrator who conspired with the Denizens of Abundance. This elusive criminal, known only as "Seawater," peddled invaluable secrets, unraveling the intricate tapestry of the Alliance within the Ryansnaut Sector. Engaged in an unyielding battle with "Seawater" for an extended duration, I now find myself poised to tighten the noose. As I hasten towards the scene, a vivid tableau unfolds within my mind. A greenhorn Cloud Knight, a spirited street performer, a guileless foxian girl, and one enigmatic Nameless... Which among them could be "Seawater"? And when the truth is ultimately unveiled, how shall I confront the inevitable, merciless denouement...? Without warning, an arrow, launched from the shadows, pierces my heart. I collapse to the ground, I find my gaze locked onto the countenance of the assailant... Trailblazer: Wait, hold on a sec! Are you seriously planning to send me the entire novel through text messages!? Hanya: Sorry. I'm not done yet. "Seawater... It is you!" It ends here. That's all I've managed to write so far. I'm a bit stuck and need some advice.

im so sorry if there are any typos or if i typed the wrong word but thats a lot of text 😭 i usually write the texts together but separating it for each text sent. i dont know if that makes sense, but since she was sending a novel i thought itd be a better idea to actually put space in between the paragraphs so its not just all clumped together in a difficult to read block of text (also its a personal thing because i for the life of me i struggle so bad keeping track of where i am reading SUPER long blocks of text cause i keep accidentally losing my place or reading the wrong sentence in combination with another)

anyways

the reason we are suspects is because xueyi told her its easier to write characters based on familiar faces

Hanya: My sister mentioned that it's easier to write a novel when the characters are based on familiar faces. I've been thinking about it. Maybe it's because you guys are always too kind for me to imagine you doing anything evil. No wonder I'm stuck now. Perhaps I should draw inspiration from the criminals I usually deal with.

also she hasnt decided on who seawater (the criminal) should be

[bronzetomatoes]

Sorry I would like a second opinion on a personal issue from people who had no involvement in the situation so. Sorta long post ahead

Ermm so there's this girl in my band class. And like at our school that means we've all been in the same class with the same 20-some people for both band and English for 2-3 years now, so we're a pretty close group as far as full high school classes go. But yeah there's this girl I've sorta known in passing the past couple years

When we got to school for the new year in September, this girl (gonna call her Alice, not her real name) had just come out as trans, started growing her hair out, was very skittish and socially awkward. Last year she had a friend group, this year none of them seemed to be talking to her. After chatting with us for a day in October, she asked if she could start hanging out with us at school more often. We all sorta went 👍 ofc you can

We really did not have anything in common, but we could tell she needed friends and like. It's fine, ofc, and our band teacher spoke to us privately about how great it was to see Alice have friends + the impact she could see it having on Alice.

After like a month or two, the early awkwardness and stilted conversations had... not gone away. But like I thought That's okay, being socially awkward isn't a crime, not everyone is good w that shit. We still very much did not have Any common interests, and honestly? We didn't even seem to enjoy each other's company that much, she just sorta hung around us bc she needed friends. We didn't find each other funny either, which sorry if that seems stupid but like thats kind of a big deal for me and my friends

One thing I started to notice was that she seemed... overly familiar? Like she started laying on pretty thick with flirting and sexual jokes in a way that kind of just fell flat. I kinda pinned it as social awkwardness + not taking hints, but my friends and I had known each other for YEARS before we started that shit, not. 3 months. And like it wouldn't have been a problem if Alice would like, stop when we asked her to.

On the one hand, I feel like some of my friends were a little harsh in the way they started icing her out, but on the other hand I had been fighting off a Bad Gut Feeling for months at that point and didn't much feel like going to bat for Alice? But anyway

I missed a lot of lunch hours for extracurriculars, which is when most of this shit goes down, so apparently Alice had kept on full sending it w the heavy flirting and sexual comments. Literally asked one of the more reserved guys if he was circumcised out of fucking no where. Asked one guy out, found out he had a gf, immediately moved onto another guy. Asked someone if his friend was single, guy said "no, but I don't think he's looking for anything rn," Alice replied "lmk if he gets better," kept making weird ass fucking jokes (including an incest joke about her REAL LIFE LITTLE BROTHER) until it was just like. This shit has gotta stop

And THEN. Alice's old friends told us that the reason they all fucking dropped her was bc she a) wouldn't quit it w invasive questions abt their sex lives (non-existent) (we're in high school band get real), b) went to someone's house to hang out and READ THEIR DIARY. And c) wrote. self-insert porn about herself and one of their friends and then showed it to them. ANYWAYYYYY we had had ENOUGHH but I feel really bad bc she really and truly got dropped by like 20 people all at once. And like some of us had a free period together so it was like we had been chatting for an hour a day from October to February and we all kinda just dropped her. But on the other hand what the actual fuck

And the thing is, we did give her a chance to apologize. We explained everything that had been making us uncomfortable and asked her to stop, and rather than, idk, deciding to stop hitting on all our friends, she tried to explain why she should be allowed to do it 😭😭 and like at that point I couldn't keep giving her the benefit of the doubt. It ain't misreading social cues if you're being told directly and you refuse to change your behaviour

This all went down like a couple weeks ago but I had to get it off my chest. Don't blame the band teacher or anything her heart is always in the right place but WOO BOY was it misguided 💀

[nikatyler]

Zeph 1.0

can't believe that yesterday i was like eh i'm not sure about that armor, it looks so good on them

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oooh a pretty evil lady!

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same girl, same, about everything that has ever happened to me

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it's been 84 years (more like 16 hours) but i'm finally opening bg3 again ✨

i think i'll do some more goblin camp shenanigans today if possible 👀

ohhh right. essentially i've already murdered like half the goblin camp so now the other half of the camp is trying to murder me, huh?

Me: "ah yes I'm far enough" *the explosion hits Zeph and Zeph dies* *reloads* "ah yes now I'm definitely far enough" *the explosion hits Zeph again and Zeph dies again*

"yeah we've got this" *the entire party dies*

Fucking gnolls man

yeah it's been a long bloody day

HELLO SAY THAT AGAIN

hUH

jesus christ this man is h🫣rny

Okay so I'll go watch a baking show with my mum in a bit and then we're going back and doing da thing 😏

Sorry for not giving updates if you were looking forward to them, anyway a little thing I love is how everyone sleeps on their back. I do that and apparently that's weird to everyone around me? 😂🤨

I will literally be in my bed like 🧍‍♂️

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newest development in my bg3-rotten brain

did i mention this game is doing things to me because it is doing things to me

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Anywayyyy you know what time it is 😌

I may have just spent an hour organizing everyone's inventories and figuring out who gets what armor and all but we're good to go now I think

Explosive shrooms, yay 🤩

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I'm 💀💀💀 I need to go to bed lmao

Okay so basically what happened um. I don't know how but it did. So I wanted to help Astarion. But I clicked the wrong thing. And I pushed him off the boat. And he died.

I RELOADED BUT HOW DID I EVEN DO THAT 😭😭

If there's one thing about me it's that I'll accidentally murder my favourite vampires

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I love Zeph so much they're so prettyyyyyy

Kinda wanna make a modern day version of them in ts4 and have them interact with my other characters. They'd fit right in

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hole hehe. hole

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my bi ass is having a bit of a dilemma rn

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gay gay gay they're in love your honor

HELL YEAH KISS

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Raw footage of me during my latest combat

I was actually so stressed dude 😭 thankfully we made it through but ahhhhh

Does anyone else apologize to the characters when they get hurt? Like sorry lil guy in my computer I'm sorry I'm putting you through this I promise you'll make it out I PROMISE ah fuck you're getting hit again oh no sorry sorry ahhhh

So uh. The adamantine forge fight huh. 🙂

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Granted it doesn't count ts4 correctly rn probably because I haven't updated yet but…yeah 😅😅

(also I have way more hours on ts4 actually, this is just since Jan 2023, I played through Origin/EA app before and then switched to Steam for reasons)

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my fucking thoughts exactly, i hate this battle 😭😭 on a real note i relate to him so much when he's whining DUDE WE LIVE

i should've known he wouldn't take that as a good thing lmaoooooo dude creases when you smile is the biggest compliment smh

FREN!!!

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oops

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I'm sorry what

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pwettyyyyy

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I'm sensing that I may have messed up real bad in Last Light Inn yesterday...ooops

I should've reloaded to see if things could turn out differently but I've done a lot afterwards, idk if I wanna go back now 😂 No spoilers pls, that's something for me to figure out in my next playthrough

"ooops" people DIED 💀 people i had previously saved died 💀

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You're never gonna believe who I murdered again

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I'm fucking crying I need you to resurrect him you moron stop shaming Zeph for having a sex life Update we are so back lads

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Funny how fast I went from "I think Zeph is mostly good, they just want to get rid of the parasite and help people along the way" to "actually fuck it darling you're so right some power would be nice"

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Crying laughing sending this to my sibling who's in art school. On point

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"eh we'll be fine i don't need bonuses" *rolls 1*

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daddy Ketheric omg💀💀

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uh anyway

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this is the best they are the best 🥹

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Don't be upset, I will reload, just don't be upset with me pleaseeee 😭

The "please a videogame vampire at all costs" disease is real I'm afraid

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Uh oh it's almost 3am, tomorrow will be an eepy day, well it's worth it

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I'm so close to having a funny number of hours played 🤭

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Killed the workout, now let's kill this guy that I struggled with for half an hour. Almost killed my whole party in the process so I quit and decided to kill my legs instead 😂

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[toastywatchesstevenuniverse]

S1 E50

Political Power

Ball.

I love how this episode was set up.

Every properly named side character in beach city has had at least an episode dedicated to fleshing them all out. Or at the least they've appeared enough times that you get a genuine sense of who they are as people.

So that moment where they go on about how the city is strong together or whatnot?

That shit was genuinely fucking earned. They earned that moment. Because I actually KNOW them. Even the most basic ones still had some amount of depth.

I know I've been harsh towards Lars for example? But damnit he's someone I don't forget. I remember his character. He has a personality. He feels like a person. They all do.

Except Onion, Onion feels more like a force of nature who exists only to cause problems. But I mean: hey maybe he's just feeling quirky. Idk man. We all have our quirks.

Ok but Onion was seriously about to genuinely try to beat a man to death with a blunt object.

Also Mayor Goodman-

Yes I know his name is Dewey but 1. He looks like Bob Odenkirk & him looking like Saul is so fucking funny that I refuse to not just call him Saul Goodman. 2. I'm sorry but if I call him Dewey, I'll only be able to think about DuckTales & quite frankly I don't think I'm ready to imagine Dewey Duck having a position of political power.

-Okay back on point: I'm surprised this episode made me.....not hate the guy? They actually gave him depth. Not a lot but still. He's not just some evil asshole: he's a mayor who's clearly really kinda dumb & prideful but he's genuinely trying because he cares. & He's lying because of a legitimate reason. Because yeah: in this city? Where space alien bullshit is just a real thing? The fuck is he supposed to do? He literally can't do shit. Of course he's gonna try to comfort everyone, that's all the guy can do. And he legitimately showed that he DOES give a shit. He's not perfect but he's someone who genuinely wants to do a good job. He's actually....likable. Don't get me wrong: I don't love this character, he is utterly just.....y'know he's serviceable. He works as a character. But the fact that I care about him slightly is insane. In fact I care about all of these people. Because this town feels like a town of real people who care.

I cannot fathom that they made me slightly care about someone who is a politician. Because I fucking hate politicians. I care about this fictional politician more than any real politician. Damn.

Anyways I loved this episodes progression of Steven's character. He's aware of how others see him. And seeing him tell the others that he KNOWS that they see him that way. You can tell he's known this for a long time.

And you can tell the gems probably knew that he knew too. And this is them finally acknowledging that. And it hits.

This episode left me with a sense of dread.

[mintedmouse]

Project Sekai LGBT headcanons

This is just for fun. If you have other hcs for them good for you. Includes what I hc their gender/sexuality as and how I think their journey would be

Leo/Need:

L/n is full of pretty girls who frequent a music shop so it's more like who would be the most okay with being hit on by random teenage boys.

Ichika: Ace Bisexual. I feel like she wouldn't really think about questioning her sexuality until high school. Saki and Shiho are probably the ones who introduce her to the whole concept and Ichika goes oh wait. You mean people are fr when they talk about sexual attraction?! People actually do that? You mean not everyone thinks girls are also pretty??? Wow.

Saki: Pansexual. Learned about the LGBT community while having nothing to do in the hospital and scrolling the internet all day. Took a "I am Gay?" quiz online and got the Gay result and was so convinced the computer Scanned her brain and found the Gay Gene:tm: or something she just took it at face value. It happened to be right.

Honami: Bisexual but doesn't realize it until like last year of highschool. I feel like she is the type of girl who really wants to get married to some guy and have four kids, and while she does want that, it could get in the way of further self reflection of realizing straight people don't also think they wouldn't mind dating a girl also.

Shiho: Come on what character has 'listening to girl bands' as a hobby? Lesbian. She's been known since she was a kid but she's kept it to herself.

I don't have any gender hcs for L/N specifically but hcs that I see hc shiho as transmasc always kinda read to me as 'this girls wearing pants woahhh that = guy now!!' like please. its ok to just say tomboy. We need to bring the word tomboy back. But you can do whatever you want!

MORE MORE JUMP!

Minori: Transfem Lesbian. Saw Haruka performing as a kid and went do I want to be her or do I want to date her? And the answer was yes.

Haruka: Ace Lesbian. I feel like she could have some gender stuff but I don't think she would really would dig that deep into herself in her teenage years. She's too busy on that grindset to really reflect on herself all that much. It's only until the others in MMJ encourage taking breaks and meditation and all that does she really think that much. But I don't think she'd be too open about it. She has a perfect idol rep to uphold... I feel like she could enjoy using she/he pronouns.

Airi: Transfem Lesbian. Tries to lowkey be progressive and push progressive values within her seat as a signed idol, is so glad when MMJ forms and she can be more openly herself.

Shizuku: Demisexual. Another classic case of 'you mean not everyone is like this?'.

Vivid Bad Squad:

Kohane: Demigirl Lesbian. Has been out since like 9 and has wonderful support parents.

An: An is so much, to me, one of those bisexuals who thinks one male celebrity is hot so she thinks she's straight for So. Long. Even though she is constantly talking about how pretty other girls are. Thinks she's just a feminist. She just loves hyping up other girls okay!! Goes up to VBS and goes "its so funny how I'm the only straight person here haha!" and everyone just side eyes each other like. Does she know. She does not. One day she joins the schools GSA club and goes oh wait. When she comes out to her dad he just goes "??? I know? Did you not already tell me this?" Also she's ace because that one jacket she has with the ace colors is trying to tell us something.

Akito: This is the most cishet guy I've ever seen, tbh not every character has to be gay like--[notices the snipers laser sight trained on my forehead] I-I MEAN UM HES UHM HES UH BISEXUAL YEAH THATS WHAT I MEANT TO SAY

Toya: Demiboy Gay. Also has been out since 9 and as you can imagine his dad had the exact opposite reaction as Kohane's dad. I don't even think he would've come out I just think Toya asked for like a barbie doll and his dad went Oh My God I Am Raising A Homosexual. And kid Toya was like I don't even know what that is! He happened to be right. Eventually comes out properly to his dad in the present day and he probably has the same reaction to that as his music choices. Also Toya and Kohane highfive over being demigender.

Wonderlands x Showtime

Tsukasa: Identifies as cishet and just a really good ally for so long. Watched Saki fill out the am i gay quiz and by the time she could turn around to ask if he wanted to take it too he was already out the door on his way to buy the entire Target pride collection. Too preoccupied with being the most obnoxious ally you've ever seen to think about himself. Years later when WxS is having their reunion shows he goes oh by the way guys I think I'm genderfluid and pansexual and everyone just goes yeah we fucking know. He thought for so long that it was just really convincing 'method acting'.

Emu: Has no idea what the LGTV community is for so long but not in a heteronormativity way, in a 'she doesn't know that people have preferences at all' way. Thinks everyone is pansexual by default. Someone points out to her that hasn't she noticed that most people are either guys attracted to girls or vice versa? And she goes oh really? I never noticed that! Immediately comes out as pansexual.

Nene: Transfem Bisexual. The one whos constantly trying to nudge Tsukasa and Emu like 'hey. cishet people dont do that btw. jsyk.'

Rui: Transmasc pansexual. Him and Nene swapped genders as kids and that's why they're friends. Years later when Tsukasa finally comes out and then reveals he has the most generic stock photo image ass boyfriend Rui has to excuse himself to go punch a wall and say I KNEW IT!!!

Nightcord at 25:00

Kanade: If you think this girl is ever going to do any self reflection ever you're wrong. Truly does not care enough to identify as anything. If someone asked her if she was cishet she'd just shrug and go 'sure' and then go kiss a girl. Goes by any pronouns because her own pronouns are none of her business. Learns about gender and sexuality when Mizuki comes out because you know that she has absolutely no idea about it before. Also thought everyone was pan by default like Emu. Even if she did ID as anything she would forget about it a week later. None of her business! I think if any random teen on the street asked her out she would say yes and then ghost them because she is too awkward to say no.

Even if she wouldn't bother to identify as anything I like to see her as a demigirl demisexual lesbian which totally isn't mostly my own identity I'm not projecting hahaha.

Mafuyu: Also has no idea about the lgtv community and is very interested when Mizuki comes out to everyone. The empty sekai has an earthquake when she finds out. Is very curious how these people seem to know these things about themselves! Has more stuff on her plate to properly deep dive into herself until college. Experiments a lot in college. Every week she's trying new pronouns like she's trying to cast a magic spell and everything will magically click for her. Eventually goes 'man I dont know its complicated' and goes by they/them and queer. I like to see her as agender lesbian though.

Ena: Lesbian. Akito saw her taking a am i gay quiz once years ago and he will never let her live it down. Like to tease her about it but is cool when their dad asks what they're fighting about. I like to imagine her and Airi both came out as lesbian to each other at the same time like 'omg that's what i was gonna say!'

Mizuki: Transfem bisexual. We been knew this.

[takerfoxx]

What's the most difficult type of Madoka fan to deal with IYO? Recently had some...interesting experiences with the types that another described as 'Homura-stans', which I found weird because I rather like Homura and didn't think I was doing anything to incite a reaction like that. They the worst or are there more insidious parts of the fandom I have yet to run into?

If you mean people who take the whole "Homura did nothing wrong" thing way too seriously, I've ran into them a time or two, but they tend to just be irritating at worst.

As for me, well, I don't know how long you've been a part of the fandom, but let me tell you a tale of one of the most notorious members of the Madoka Magica community. Let me tell you the tale of Anti-Crack Kun.

=puffs on pipe and leans back in rocking chair=

Sometime between the release of the original series and now, around the middle of the last decade, there arose a certain individual who, despite having been gone for several years now and otherwise is all but forgotten, certainly left quite the indelible stamp on the community. Officially, his name was Anonscans, but to everyone else he was known as simply Anti-Crack Kun.

You see, he was active in the community in a way few other people were, as a translator of Madoka Magica yuri doujins (as well as for a few other series). Some of them cute and clean, others cute and very much not clean, but as this was the golden age of Madoka Magica doujins, he quickly became a fairly big name in that part of the community.

However, while it could be argued that he was providing a service, he is more known for his obsessive, nay, near pathological belief that if you shipped anything other than KyoSaya or MadoHomu, you were in effect ignoring the girls' feelings and treating them like disposable trash. Every doujin that he translated had what was basically his manifesto tacked on at the end, so you could just be enjoying some cute fluff concerning your favorite ship only to be hit with a wall of deranged rambling.

Furthermore, he was not content to simply express his beliefs in his own space, but also aggressively hunted down those who enjoyed what he deemed were "non-canon" ships, which ignores the fact that for as much as we'd like to think otherwise, Madoka Magica is still mostly subtext and nobody save for Hitomi and Kyousuke are actually officially a couple. He would pick fights in the comments of his doujins, stir up trouble on messages boards, would harass and insult fanartists on deviantart and here on tumblr for producing anything having to do with "crack ships," make multiple sockpuppet accounts every time he got banned or blocked, and also showed a real misogynstic and ableist streak as well. I've heard that he also doxxed a few people. Some prominent fanartists outright left the fandom because they were tired of his bullshit.

Funny thing is, someone did ask him about Walpurgis Nights once way back in the day, and he actually gave it the okay, because despite being very AU at least it stuck to the "canon" ships or some shit like that. But that did not stop us from having a brief war of words a few years ago here on tumblr.

Anyway, he's long been run out of the fandom by now. His accounts have all been deleted, and no one's heard from him for almost a decade. However, his website Anonscans is still up, albeit dormant, so you can still peek in to see some truly bizarre drama. It even features a "debate" area, as he knew full well people would be coming for his ass. And any of the doujins that he translated are still under his name in whatever archives they're stored in. So there's every chance that you could be browsing through some old KyoSaya only to run right into his batshit manifesto at the end.

So yeah. That guy.

[tobiasdrake]

This will be our third robbery. Getting to be routine at this point.

Remember, everyone: We are here for the workshop tools. Do not break the workshop tools.

Feel free to smash anything else, though. This all Aephorul's shit. If something gets wrecked because it was in the way or you just felt like it, that's no skin off my back. I am entirely comfortable turning this place upside-down out of spite.

Oh cool, we can jump him while we're at it. It will be refreshing. I don't know if you know but the area outside your dome is nothing but blue sand and derelict robots for miles; I am itching for a change of pace.

It's already smashed. Did you break out of it?

I think I can see silhouettes of little wispy poofs like you at the bottom of the ones that are still active. Are those still... alive... or did they not make it?

Friend of yours? Felt. Don't worry, we'll help you carry out some retributive violence. Sometimes that helps. Closure can come in many forms and, one way or another, is a vital part of healing.

OH HEY, what a coincidence! You look just like an asshole we're going to kill. What are the odds? Man, small world.

If it were dead, Zale, then B'st wouldn't have made a fuss about it. Obviously, it's taking a nap. But I'm about to start hitting it if it doesn't wake up because sleeping through its murder is extremely rude. I will not be disrespected like that.

Credit where it's due, your jawline is amazing. And I'm digging the mechanical snakes for hair pulling double duty as hands. It's a solid aesthetic, capturing just enough humanity to breach the uncanny valley while providing avenues for your work. Gold star.

I'm going to break your nose now.

...okay, when I said that, I wasn't expecting it to actually fracture so easily....

Can you, uh? Can you put your face back on? This is a lot grosser and...

You know what, never mind. I'll take care of it.

And that is how therapy works. Do you feel better, B'st?

Fortunately, we've been assured by prophecy that that's you so CHOP CHOP, let's get this mythical feat of alchemy going! I'm eager to see the results.

...

You know what, standing here in this place makes me feel very self-conscious about what I just said so I'm going to go away now. You guys... go... do what you need to do and ignore me.

Oh my god, I know I said I was going to go away and leave you guys to it but you've been at it for so long. Zale is poking a stasis tube with a stick for lack of adequate stimulation. How long does it take to cram a soul into a jar?

That sounds ominous. Resh'an, I am literally on the other side of a tattered curtain from you. You know I can hear everything you're saying, right?

You look amazing.

I have concerns. Concern #1: How fragile are you? Can you take a hit without shattering your case and bleeding soul fog everywhere?

...come to think of it, addendum to concern #1: Would it hurt you to bleed soul fog? Because I can think of some tactical uses for that otherwise.

Concern #2: Are those things on the end of your arms maces or do they have digits on them? It'd be a dick move to not give you hands.

THAT IS SO COOL. Do me next!

...I mean, not right now, obviously. Just. If I die, I want this to be my backup plan. Trust me, my will is strong. I've been told that I can be downright pigheaded. if necessary, I can probably get Moraine to write a letter of recommendation about how stubborn I am.

Oh, but make mine prettier. No offense, B'st; Your body is fine. For a prototype.

In any case, welcome aboard! Now that we've got you, next order of business is the speedballs.

Cultists? Huh. Wonder if it's the Acolytes.

Probably not. Aephorul said he was going to merge them with Strife. Which. Gross. But I hope so anyway because I miss my favorite punching bags.

I wish I'd known before that their bones were a thicket. There are so many cracks about "pruning" or "weeding" them that I never got to make.

Whatever the case, it's time to pay a visit to Esa... Esoteric... Estrid. It's time to pay a visit to Estrid.

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Broken Bloodlines Chapter 10

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Part 10!!!

only two more plus the epilogue!

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

have fun reading!

and as always reblogs are appreciated! (Also ASK’s are open so feel free to bother me!)

AO3 Link for those that prefer the layout there; https://archiveofourown.org/works/44627188

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“I am fine, like i told you i would be, you don't have to worry so much”

I let out a relieved sigh.

“Sometimes I can't help it, but are you sure you are okay?”

“I am sure, you keep asking the same over and over, my answers not gonna change though”

That was a relief, instead of asking anything again I just hummed in agreement before softly pressing one hand to where I could feel the slender form of the Elf.

Fable responded to that by shifting closer to my hand,  relaxing even more.

He really was okay with this, as strange as it was.

Well he had been the one to suggest it but it was still weird that anyone, aside from Robin maybe, wanted to do this.

Still, it was very late now and we should be sleeping right now,  but i wasn't keen on staying outside for that.

The shed should still fit even as a Giant instead of Ardua,  might have to duck a little though.

“Fable? I'm gonna move i don't want to sit outside all night,  not keen on getting stabbed by a drunken Guard or something”

“Alright, don't hit your head on anything”

I snorted a laugh, Fable was actually a pretty funny guy.

Well the brainwashing or whatever from our father had kinda worn off now and I had to admit I liked the actual Fable a lot more than the puppet like being he had become under the threat of punishment.

Slowly standing up I kept a hand over my pouch and slowly slunk back to the shed.

I could have offered to let Fable out of course, but I was tired,  He was tired and for once he seemed actually relaxed.

I didn't want to disturb him even if he wasn't asleep yet.

Nobody noticed the thirty foot or something Giant slink back to the shed and crawl inside, well the war was over and it was late,  I doubted anyone focused on the Garden right now.

Inside I pulled the insane amount of soft blankets closer to me and slowly laid down to use as a pillow.

If Fable wanted out all he had to do was ask,  but i was too tired to offer, besides he said he was fine with it.

He slid a little as I got positioned but didn't seem to disturbed by it.

It was nice that I finally got to know the real Fable a little,  though how was he doing?

He was used to being a some soulless puppet for who knew how long, and i knew that would fuck me up severely.

“Fable? How are you?”

“Didn't you already ask that?”

Technically I did, but now I meant something else.

Language was sometimes really fucking stupid.

“I well yeah but i mean, you were so puppet like before,  and now you're not, i just want to know you're doing okay now that your brain is yours again”

There was silence for almost a minute and I nearly assumed he just went to sleep.

“Donovan, my Sire always told me I needed to be flawless to make up for being a freak, I'm glad you didn't have to go through that honestly.

I spent my whole life trying to appease a man that hated me and tried to be the Heroic knight he wanted.

But he never saw anything more than a freak of nature and tried his best to ‘erase’ all those flaws because he thought it would show him in a negative light.

I'm glad he died, and I'm glad I came to seek you out. 

Meeting you and your friends was what made me realize I could be my own person again.

Who I am now doesn’t need to be a flawless hero because I’m comfortable with the idea that valuable people are also flawed”

While Fable only hinted at what he had to endure,  I knew it must have been horrible. 

“Fable that old fuck was stupid, Albinos are not Freaks,  he was an idiot for thinking that! 

I've known you not for long but I know you are a good person!

And there's nobody in the world that's flawless, everybody has flaws!

Just look at what absolutely deranged people live in this castle alone!”

I yawned before hearing an answer from Fable.

“You are right, i've just been so stuck in my own head i never really saw that before, but now i finally do, thank you for that”

I smiled, Fable had been right, this made both of us feel better.

I really wanted to hug him but that wasn't really possible right now.

Or was it?

I put both hands over my pouch and pressed them in a little.

Fable probably got a little squished but did not complain at all.

( Art made by @philicheesecake )

I held him like this for a moment, realizing how completely surreal it was to surround someone from all sides all at once, being able to clench around them and feel them inside of your own body..

I was snapped out of my thoughts by a strange sensation,  What was Fable doing?

It felt like he was sliding his hands over the walls of the pouch and I had to fight not to make any noises.

“Fable? What are you doing?”

He stopped for a moment.

“Last time i found some strange scars here,  i wanted to see if i actually felt them or if that was just my brain”

Scars? Why would there be- ah.

“Oh wait I know what you mean,  two scars right next to each other right?”

“Yes, one bigger than the other”

“Well those are from Rikaad, he didn't know either but he was freezing to death and there was nothing else to keep him warm.

I just didn't expect the guy to have a hidden dagger,  he freaked out and stabbed me”

Fable removed his hands from the walls of my pouch.

“That must have hurt, do the scars still cause pain?”

With how he said it I was not sure if he meant Hurt in a physical sense because I got stabbed or hurt in the psychical sense at Rikaad not trusting me.

Either way the answer was yes.

“I don't even notice the scars, don't worry,  but i am tired so maybe we should sleep already”

I yawned and had to keep my eyes open to hear Fable's response.

“You are right, it is late, goodnight Donovan”

“ ‘night Fable”

Pulling some escaped blankets close again i fell into a well deserved sleep after all the ups and downs this day had,  Fable a warm weight that reminded me that i didn't fuck up completely.

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Fable just looked as his normally smaller halfbrother grew to about thirty feet something in height,  still he didn't move and kept sitting there as relaxed as he could.

He said he'd prove to Donovan that he was not scared and that's what he'd do now.

Besides, it had never been Donovan he was scared of, the only thing that scared him was his own past, but that was finally over.

“I was not aware you could be taller than me like this,  though i'm sure the Bracelet counts as cheating”

Donovan laughed a little at his stupid quip which in turn made him smile too.

“I guess so, but with all the bandages i can't exactly change shape on top of height too, not keen on bleeding all over the ground”

Fable nodded still as relaxed as ever,  really he didn't get why Donovan thought he could scare him, 

he knew now and there truly was nothing to fear.

Still they should probably move along with it or else it’d be morning again before they got anything done.

“Well, the night won't last forever, and I'd rather not have anyone walk by now, we should move this along, don't you think?”

Donovan slowly lowered his hand down towards Fable. 

“Okay, i'm going to lift you up now,  if you want to back out anytime say so and i'll stop”

Fable heaved himself up using the thumb that was about as large as he was to steady himself,  while his foot was better he was not going to stand on it.

He felt himself being lifted, a strange sensation really,  and then found himself in front of Donovan's face.

It was kinda funny, he could see every detail, the way his nose swung, the soft little fuzz that everyone had on their skin and his eyes which at this scale almost seemed more like light blue pools.

Donovan didn't move for a bit after that so Fable just stared expectantly at him, he did want to move this along after all.

Fable was brought closer to Donovand face, specifically his mouth,  and after a single moment of hesitation he opened it too.

He was gently slid inside when Donovan tilted his hand a tiny bit and could feel the warmth radiating from the abyss in front of him.

Donovan kept his mouth open for now, allowing Fable to look around a little, and he couldn't deny being at least a little curious.

He could see the ridged palate above him,  it looked strangely smooth and he wondered what texture it had.

Since Donovan wasn't doing anything right now he felt it was okay to gently brush his hands over it.

As predicted it was weirdly smooth while being bumpy.

Funny really, then he felt something at the front of his brother's mouth, right in front, or behind depending on perspective, of the fangs.

Oh, he knew what that was,  his Brother was only on his second set of fangs!

The third one being still not fully developed, how adorable,  Donovan really was still pretty young.

“You have baby fangs”

The response to that little line of Fable teasing was apparent confusion, well sure in human form Donovan's fangs were as big as his so maybe he hadn't expected to be called out on that.

The only thing that happened after that was Donovan slowly and carefully closing his mouth, didn't want him to keep poking he guessed.

So that's exactly what he was gonna do,  maybe then Donovan would move this along.

Laying limply on his back on the weirdly pliable and plush tongue he kept poking at the palate above him.

He felt things tip back towards the entrance of the throat and he could feel himself sliding a little on the slick surface.

His feet were now directly above the drop into the esophagus.

After a few more moments everything tipped even more and he slid further into the organic tube before a hesitant swallow sounded out.

It moved about half of his body into the throat before Donovan swallowed again, now taking all of him inside.

Fable still didn't panic, in fact he just found it strange,  well it was strange to be fair but still nothing to fear.

Donovan swallowed again and Fable was tugged deeper to his core.

He knew he was tall so he hoped there was no trouble,  since now he had to do it without the adrenaline from the battle.

There was another swallow and Fable could feel his legs being freed from the somewhat constricting flesh of the esophagus.

Then, in a rush he found himself back in the strange extra organ his half brother had.

It was how he remembered it, dark and warm,  slightly slick and stupidly soft.

He sat in silence for all but one second before he heard Donovan's voice.

“Fable?”

He could literally feel how nervous Donovan was,  the poor guy worried too much.

“I am fine, like i told you i would be, you don't have to worry so much”

He could hear how the lungs shifted as Donovan let out a sigh.

“Sometimes I can't help it, but are you sure you are okay?”

“I am sure, you keep asking the same over and over,  my answers not gonna change though”

A powerful hum vibrated around him then, before he felt a gentle, 

but strong pressure from one side,  rubbing against him from beyond the muscular walls of the pouch.

Soon he realized it was a hand. 

he cuddled towards it, smiling again.

Donovan stayed still for about a minute before he seemed to realize that he didn't want to sit outside all night long.

“Fable? I'm gonna move i don't want to sit outside all night,  not keen on getting stabbed by a drunken Guard or something”

Fable had a pretty good idea where he was going to go,  After all, the shed should theoretically still fit.

Though the door would be a lot smaller to him now.

“Alright, don't hit your head on anything”

He could hear Donovan laugh a little at his remark and he was glad to finally have his thoughts back in order.

Well, mostly in order.

He felt as his Brother stood up and quietly went back towards the castle.

He kept quiet the entire time so nobody would notice either of them.

Fable slid a little to what he assumed was forward,  Donovan must be leaning over then.

Probably the door then, He was proven right when he slid a little more around, this time to the back.

It was strange how a normally such simple movement could affect him like this.

Quite honestly he was tired as well, and he didn't really mind spending the night here, it was warm and soft at least.

Also he was very aware that if he did ask to be let out he'd be damp and cold, not to mention he'd have to move on his injured limb back to the infirmary.

“Fable? How are you?”

He really was asking the same question again,  It was nice to have someone care about him this much.

“Didn't you already ask that?”

He'd already told Donovan he was fine,  he didn't want to repeat himself all the time.

“I well yeah but i mean, you were so puppet like before,  and now you're not, i just want to know you're doing okay now that your brain is yours again”

Oh, that's what he meant this time, well that was a bit harder to answer.

Fable didn't even know if he had all the words to explain it.

In Auraurian maybe but Donovan didn't speak that.

Maybe he should just start to talk,  the words would come to him if he needed them, they always did.

So he took a deep breath and simply started.

“Donovan, my Sire always told me I needed to be flawless to make up for being a freak, I'm glad you didn't have to go through that honestly.

I spent my whole life trying to appease a man that hated me and tried to be the Heroic knight he wanted.

But he never saw anything more than a freak of nature and tried his best to ‘erase’ all those flaws because he thought it would show him in a negative light.

I'm glad he died, and I'm glad I came to seek you out. 

Meeting you and your friends was what made me realize I could be my own person again.

Who I am now doesn’t need to be a flawless hero because I’m comfortable with the idea that valuable people are also flawed”

He's seen it, all those wonderful people had flaws, and he finally saw that exactly those things were what made them so endearing.

And he'd seen how they help each other in spite of not being perfect.

Nobody could ever be truly perfect,  he finally understood that, so instead of trying to appease everyone he'd focus on just being a good person now.

“Fable that old fuck was stupid, Albinos are not Freaks,  he was an idiot for thinking that! 

I've known you not for long but I know you are a good person!

And there's nobody in the world that's flawless, everybody has flaws!

Just look at what absolutely deranged people live in this castle alone!”

Donovan was a good person, he was always careful of those around him and got angry if he heard how others had been mistreated.

He heard the big lungs working as Donovan yawned again.

“You are right, i've just been so tuck in my own head i never really saw that before, but now i finally do, thank you for that”

Well right now he couldn't exactly see anything with how dark it was,  but he'd meant that metaphorically anyway.

Besides he could still hear plenty well, the whooshing sound of breath, and the steady thumping of a Heart near him.

How strangely calming.

He was snapped out of that thought as he felt himself being squished a little.

He was confused for a second before he realized that it was a weird attempt at a hug.

Well like this he couldn't exactly hug back, but he gladly endured it.

Having the walls of the pouch so close to him did remind him of something though, had he really felt scars? 

Or had his brain made that up while he was scared?

He could probably find them again if he searched, so despite being a little squished he held his hands out and tried to feel for the strange dips.

“Fable? What are you doing?”

Ah, Donovan had noticed,  of course he would, all of this was him after all.

Even if it was surreal to think about.

He stopped, not knowing if it annoyed Donovan.

Maybe he should explain himself.

“Last time i found some strange scars here,  i wanted to see if i actually felt them or if that was just my brain”

It was entirely possible that in his fear his brain just added even more reasons to be afraid.

Donovan however seemed to know what he was speaking of.

“Oh wait I know what you mean,  two scars right next to each other right?”

As far as he remembered that seemed correct.

“Yes, one bigger than the other”

“Well those are from Rikaad, he didn't know either but he was freezing to death and there was nothing else to keep him warm.

I just didn't expect the guy to have a hidden dagger,  he freaked out and stabbed me”

Fable completely removed his hands from the walls around him,  which had now eased up a little.

“That must have hurt, do the scars still cause pain?”

He almost slipped and just called it just unfortunate, yeah, it was gonna be a while till he was fully free of his Sires clutches.

Weird how the action of one man could echo so far even after his Death.

He also didn't want to go touch the scar tissue if it still caused any discomfort.

“I don't even notice the scars, don't worry,  but i am tired so maybe we should sleep already”

Fable briefly wondered how old the scars were, but with how his brother mentioned cold it must have been in winter sometime.

He could hear another yawn, bigger than the last one and he realized that it must have been even later now.

Donovan was right, sleep was in order,  and tomorrow was still some time to do things.

“You are right, it is late, goodnight Donovan”

“ ‘night Fable”

He could feel his brother get comfy one last time and immediately fall asleep.

He hoped he wasn't too uncomfortable on the floor of the shed.

But he doubted that this was the first time this had happened.

Reassured by the rhythmic thumping of the big heart he also fell asleep.

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I woke to a beam of sunlight hitting my face, I shifted to try and avoid it but when I felt a warm little weight slide around on the inside of my pouch I remembered what had happened the night before.

Ah, that's why I was Giant and laying on the floor in my shed.

Fable seemed to still be asleep so i continued laying there,  I didn't want to wake the pale Elf up.

Concentrating, I could even feel the tall man's breathing, how weird.

He was definitely still sleeping, with how limply he lay there and the soft breaths it was very clear he'd also been very tired.

But I wasn't that tired anymore now that I was awake,  so I had to debate moving and potentially waking Fable or staying put in boredom and let the Elf sleep some more.

Well, I was a Giant right now, not Ardua, 

someone might freak out so I'd better just stayed where I was.

I lay there idly for a good hour basking in the warmth that having Fable so protected from the outside world gave me.

Then I felt Fable move,  still i kept quiet in case he was just shifting in his sleep.

There was more shifting, Fable was indeed waking up.

It wasn't long before he was fully awake.

“Good morning, and before you ask im okay”

Yep, fully awake.

And called me out on wanting to ask once again if he was okay.

“Mhm morning, let me look for a towel so I can get you out.

Also i hope you are aware that the Nurse is gonna get both our asses for leaving the infirmary”

He laughed at that, the sound clear as bells which was weird as usually things were slightly muffled like this.

“I am aware don't worry, though they are probably more concerned with how i got so far away in the first place”

He did have a point in that, speaking of.

“Yeah HOW did you manage to get out there? 

I didn't see a crutch or anything near you”

I grabbed the bundle of blankets I had used as a pillow and sifted through them to see if there was a towel with them.

“I think i'm entitled to some secrets,  besides as a Fae i can do a little bit of magic”

Magic, of course, what else would it be.

“Magic eh? You must be pretty good at it if you managed to do disappear under the medics noses”

I pulled a crumpled but still dry and clean towel from the blanket pile while Fable answered.

“I am not the best there is, but considering a majority of the population can't do magic at all the bar isn't that high,  aside from that the only thing i can really do is make light”

Make light? What? Like a lantern or what did he mean?

Maybe it was more like Oakleys glowing crystal?

“Make light? How does one ‘make light’ ?”

I pulled myself into a sitting position,  feeling Fable slide a little which he seemed to just ignore.

“Well, a Light spell conjures a glowing and floating orb or bubble, whatever you want to call it, and then you have light”

So it was just summoning light? 

I wasn't about to question further as I'd just get confused, 

besides I wasn't a mage or magician or even a wizard so I didn't need to know anyway.

“Well that's practical i guess, especially if you can't make a fire”

I shifted to sit so that the single sunbeam into the room was aimed at my back.

When I let Fable out he'd have to adjust to the brightness first and I didn't want him to have the sun right in his face then.

“Well water reflects light a little differently so it's not as effective as in dry air, but it's still better than nothing, 

and it doesn't get hot like other light sources.

I can show you if you want?”

Well I wasn't opposed to seeing actual magic,  especially if it wasn't dangerous.

Oakley said he could do magic but keeps being a prick about showing it.

“Sure, it's not something I've really seen before so why not?

Might be interesting”

I shook the towel out once again for good measure but before I could tell Fable to prepare himself to get out I could feel something strange.

I blinked, it felt like a bunch of feathers were floating in my pouch with Fable, was that the light spell?

Despite not expecting to see anything I looked down to where he was.

Weirdly enough there was a soft and very muted glow,  barely visible even.

To make sure it wasn't just a stray sunbeam or that I imagined it I lifted my shirt and revealed multiple softly orangeish glowing spots where my pouch was.

I had known that my pouch was closer to ‘outside’ than most of my other organs but actually seeing it was a whole nother level of weird.

“Fable I can see that, what the fuck”

He laughed again, the bell-like sound weirdly clear despite everything.

“I wanted to get used to light a bit before you let me out,  but its weird that you can actually see that,  though i might have made them a little too bright”

Magic was weird, but at least what he said made sense.

“Whatever, dispel that before anyone else sees and then i'll get you out”

I was not keen on explaining why I was glowing from the inside.

Luckily Fable did as I asked and the weird lights vanished.

“Alright, the light is gone”

I gave an affirmative hum before tensing the muscles needed to bring him back out again.

Fable seemed to remember last time as he kept still the entire time to avoid choking me.

He was out fairly quickly like that and I set him on the ground while holding the towel out to him.

He gratefully took it even if he somehow wasn't that slimy.

Whatever, that was a good thing seeing as someone being damp wouldn't raise as many suspicions as someone drenched in slime.

While Fable wrapped the towel around himself I used the Bracelet to shrink back to my human size.

Now he was the taller one again.

Also his long hair was messy probably thanks to me not to mention the thin film of slime.

I'd better show him where the washroom was.

On the way we could also notify the infirmary that both of us are okay.

“I'm assuming you want to know where the washroom is now?”

“Yes i do, but we should probably tell the Nurses we are alright”

Oh we'd definitely do that,  we did have to go past the infirmary to get to the washroom anyway.

“Sure, it's on the way so we can't miss it,  are you alright to walk with a hole in your foot?”

He was still injured and i didnt want him to make it worse by putting weight on his foot.

He'd end up in the infirmary even longer, and that was bound to get boring as unlike Nea they wouldn't just let him go around anyway.

He looked down at the bandages.

“I'll be fine, it isn't actually that bad,  it just looks like it is but it missed everything important”

What luck! Better luck than Nea at least,   hadn't seen hers unbandaged for some time but the day it happened it looked like it had been left in a swamp to rot.

“Well if you are sure, but if you need help tell me”

He simply nodded and I led him back to the big door and back inside the castle.

It wasn't long till we found ourselves back in front of the Infirmary door.

I really hoped they weren't to cross with us for disappearing.

I looked to Fable who just stood rigid and timidly knocked on the painted wood of the door.

It was opened in less than half a minute and as the nurse saw who it was she just rolled her eyes.

“You two are idiots, you couldn't wait to get discharged? 

If you are fine enough to pull a disappearing act you are fine enough to be on your own,  now excuse me i have to tend to patients that actually stay put”

She closed the door in our faces and for a few seconds we just stood there not saying anything.

Well then, might as well continue.

“You heard the lady, looks like we don't need to go back to the infirmary, at least for now, you should still have them check your wounds”

Fable nodded and both of us turned to go down the hallway.

“I will frequently let them check,  while it didn't go through all the way i'd rather not get an infection”

That was good, I just hoped he wouldn't take an example on how Nea handled half of that.

We reached the last door of the hallway,  the one that went to the washbasins and shelves with Soap.

I opened the door so Fable didn't have to pull any weight and potentially use his injured foot.

We slipped inside and closed the door again, turning around and I was greeted by steam and the smell of a lot of different soaps.

Aside from that it looked like nobody besides us was in here.

Good, then we didn't have to deal with comments about our earshape and whatnot.

I pulled my shoes and socks off and put them on the designated shelf so they wouldn't get wet.

Turning around again I went to one of the Basins in the back of the room and climbed inside, clothes and all,  to be fair they needed to be cleaned anyway.

“Are you supposed to do that?”

Fable called over from where he stood two Basins over,  hed taken one with a stupid amount of bubbles.

His green cloth had seen cleaner days as well, not to mention it was already damp anyway.

 “you have to wash them anyway so might as well”

I just shrugged and leaned back into the warm water. 

I did wonder how they managed to keep it at this temperature though.

Thinking about it the closer to the bottom of the basin it was the warmer it got.

Double floor with fire maybe?

Eh, whatever.

Looking over Fable went into the water as well and more than half of him was hidden by bubbles.

He sunk down until only his head was above,  man he must practically be sitting down to do that.

The Basins weren't exactly deep or anything,  just enough to comfortably fit a person of average height.

I debated grabbing a soap, one of the fancy ones for hair to wash the grime and sweat out of the tangled mess.

I decided to use whatever was nearest,  which turned out to be Lavender scented, eh not bad.

As long as it got the job done I didn't really care what specific kind I used.

While i used a stupid amount of Soap on my head Fable was using his fingers to untangle his own rather long hair.

Why did he have long hair anyway? Was it an elven thing?

I decided not to ask, this was such a little thing and frankly it didn't matter.

Besides, I kinda doubted short hair would suit him.

While I was at it I took off my shirt, with some difficulty due to the bandaged areas and tossed it out of the basin.

It was still within reasonable reach though.

I relaxed back into the warm water,  letting it soothe any aches I had from the battle or otherwise.

Sleeping on the floor in Giant form was not as comfortable as the Ardua one for sure.

This was also the first time I got to actually relax for like a week or so.

And what a week this had been, first my halfbrother showed up then Maringand declared war, then we fought said war and kicked Winton, and Oakley apparently can't die?

Well he ‘resprouts’ as he had put it, but still.

Also resprout meant he was at least partially plant right?

I doubted anything about that man would ever make sense.

I looked over to Fable who had sunk down again and still detangled his hair.

With it floating in the water like that it almost looked like white silk strings.

He had also tossed his own shirt aside like I did,  albeit a bit farther away from him than mine was to me.

We sat in silence for quite some time, just relaxing.

Well Fable was mostly busy untangling his hair for half of that.

Laying back against the Basins wall i lighty dozed for some time,  letting the warm water soothe the bandaged wounds.

How strange to think that the hundred or so pinpricks had come from actual arrows.

Also the slash on my shoulder from where someone had thrown a spear, that would probably scar.

I looked over when I heard water softly splash,  but Fable was just reaching for his shirt.

Then I saw his back, it was covered in scars, lots of them.

They kinda looked like he'd been slashed this way and that.

Or Whipped.

When he said he'd been ‘trained’ I hadn't thought it to be that bad.

But before I could see more Fable had already snagged his green shirt and sunk under the colored water once again.

Ah, so that's why he chose one with lots of soaps and oils.

If he didn't want anyone to see that was very understandable,  and I wouldn't speak up about it.

If he ever wanted to tell me I'd be there to listen,  but for now I wouldn't tell him to do anything he didn't want.

We stayed for about five more minutes in the water before both of us clambered out of the basins, seeing as my fingers had gone all wrinkly that was probably for the best.

Drying off we went outside again, with me holding the door open again so Fable didn't have to strain any of his injuries.

So, what now?

We could go see Rikaad, or even Oakley even if the latter was just for me to check that I didn't hallucinate or dreamed the entire thing.

Maybe checking how Robin was doing first was a good idea,  I'd basically just left without saying a word.

Though I'm pretty sure the Nurses told him I was okay, probably.

We decided to go out to the front yard for now, Robin was still in the infirmary and we did not want to disturb the Nurses or patients again.

God knows they'd get our asses.

So we walked past the painted door and went outside.

Looking around outside I spotted a familiar form that held crutches.

And strangely enough Rowley was there too, talking to Amicia.

I stopped where i stood in confusion,  one; Rowley was just out and about even if Nea sat near him,  and two; Amicia was also there and talking to him.

Shouldn't she be with Rikaad right now?

I wondered what the two were talking about but I wasn't part of the conversation so I wouldn't listen in.

Aside from that neither of them looked to be in distress or even unhappy.

Well if Amicia was sent away Rikaad was probably busy,  so visiting Oakley it was.

I would talk to Rowley later though, since he hadn't even known how the bracelet worked it was likely he didn't know some of the other stuff as well.

Nea still had the bracelet as far as i could recall,  maybe we should get it from her, at least before something happened.

I did wonder what would happen if I wore both of them at the same time though.

What if I set both to Giant? Would I be even bigger?

And what if I set both to Ardua? 

What if I set one to Ardua and one to Giant? 

I'd better not test it though, who knows how i could screw myself over with that, or if it even worked in the first place.

Asking Oakley was a better idea and might prevent me from doing something dumb.

“Donovan? Why are we just standing here?”

Fables comment snapped me back to reality.

“I just remembered that Nea still has the other Bracelet,  i think we should bring it to Oakley for now”

He nodded and walked as gracefully as he could with an injured leg towards the rather violent Woman.

I followed suit, Nea was rough on everyone and I wasn't sure if she was okay with Fable or not.

It seemed she was pretty chill as she waved at him when she saw us, good, one less thing to worry about.

“Heya lads! Nice ta see both of ye are fine!”

She had her chipper tone back, nice,  she must have gotten good news or something.

“Hello Nea, remember the Bracelet i gave you? Where did you put it?”

She didn't look to have it on her person at the moment.

She looked surprised for a second before she put a hand down the front of her shirt and pulled the thing out.

She handed it to me and I noticed that the metal was warm,  near body temperature even.

“...thanks…”

I held it with the least amount of fingers I could while not being suspicious about that.

I really did not want to think where she hid that or why there in the first place.

“Glad to be of help! What are ya gonna do with it?”

I looked at the thing again, it looked exactly like mine,  weird how they had found identical gems, 

or maybe they are both cut off from one big one.

“I'm gonna give this to Oakley,  he'll know better what to do with it than we do”

“Ohh right, fucker is back somehow, saw him not too long ago when he handed me some weird ointment for my foot!

Said with that it'll only be one more week instead of that half month!”

Ah, no wonder she was so chipper.

“Well we best get going now,  but I do wonder if you know what Amicia and Rowley are doing?”

She looked over to where the two sat,  just out of hearing range even for mine and Fables ears.

“Eh, far as i know Amicia apologized to the kid about the shit her uncle did and offered to talk about it, dunno if they still are on that topic tho”

Oh so she was already a thousand times better as a person than Winton would ever be, that was nice to know.

And I was sure having someone to talk to who actually knew stuff about Maringand would help him, at least a little.

We’d leave them for now, Nea had an eye on them and I doubted either of them would do something dumb.

“That's nice of her, we better get going now though,

 It was nice talking to you! Also you gotta show me how you use that big ass sword when you are better!”

“It's a Claymore”

I looked to Fable who hadn't said anything till now the entire time I talked to Nea.

Nea laughed and whacked at me with her crutch,  luckily missing as I sidestepped it.

“At least one of ya knows what weapons are called!”

I just rolled my eyes at her antics and kept far away enough that she couldn't just whack me with the crutch.

“Yeah yeah, sue me for not being violent or a nerd,  i'll just be going to Oakley now”

My tone was clearly sarcastic and Nea actually laughed.

“Heh, well ya can't expected ta remember what its called after only seeing it once! 

Now shoo i still have to keep an eye on tha two kiddos over there!”

She made a motion like she wanted to shove us aside and we left to go to Oakley.

Besides, I wasn't keen on her deciding we needed to leave and using her crutches to chase us away.

We went slowly through the foliage, always mindful about our injuries, maybe I could ask Oakley for some more of that teal stuff?

No, these wounds were minor, i didn't need it i could heal on my own, but maybe Fable could have some?

He was still limping seeing as he had a bolt shot into the top of his foot, he could use it more than me.

We reached Oakley's tower a bit slower than normal but considering the fact both of us were injured that was to be expected.

Luckily Oakley seemed to be there, at least judging by the clanking sounds of glass against metal.

Smelling the air there were hints of a lot of herbs,  The main one I could identify was rosemary.

Was he cooking? 

We went to the hastily built front door, which surely was not made by an actual carpenter, and knocked on the wood.

“Oakley? Are you there?”

There was another metallic clanging sound and a few seconds after that Oakley opened the door.

He cocked his head in that birdlike manner of his as he saw both me and Fable standing in front of the door.

“What are you two doing here? 

I kinda expected you to be stuck in the castle if i'm honest”

Well technically we should be, but then again we kinda pissed off the nurses and just walked out after that.

The only one that saw us was Nea and she didn't really give a fuck so…

“Well lets just say the infirmary isn't very happy with us”

He cackled at that and the sound of his laughter reminded me still of the mocking of a crow.

“You boys sure have a way with people! 

It's just questionable if it's a good one!”

That pretty much summed up a majority of all the interactions I ever had with people in general.

“I guess so, can I ask what you are doing though? 

I smell herbs, are you cooking?”

He winked us inside at my inquiry.

“Nah not really cooking, well kind of i guess i'm actually not sure as what exactly making Jam counts”

Jam? In all honesty I had not expected him to do something as mundane as that.

“Jam? What kind?”

Fable asked the winged man who grabbed a bunch of glasses from a newly built cabinet next to the firepit.

“Rosemary! One of my favorites even if it's rather unusual”

I had not been aware you could make jam out of herbs.

“I did not you could do that,  but then again that's not what we came here for”

Oakley stopped arranging the glasses on the table for a moment and tilted his head again.

“Well what are you here for then? 

You do have to tell me stuff i'm not a mind reader after all”

I held out the bracelet Nea gave me a few minutes ago and he carefully took it.

“Ah i see, im taking a wild guess and assume you want me to either keep an eye on this one or tell you what to do with it?”

I nodded, I already had one so a second one wasn't needed but I also didn't want anybody else using it for something bad like Winton did.

Oakley turned the trinket in his talon-like fingers,  inspecting every little detail.

Was he looking for something that set that one apart from the one I had?

I recalled that that wasn't the only thing we were here for,  I had wanted to ask Oakley if he had anything to help Fable’s wounds.

As i turned to the pale elf he was not there, instead i could see him next to the window where he was petting the cat.

Awww, and he did it of his own volition this time!

Also how the fuck did he get there so fast when i wasn't looking?

I doubted I'd ever get an answer to that.

While Fable was busy I turned back to Oakley who seemingly was done inspecting the thing.

He looked me right in the face and I was once again reminded of a hawk with the way his yellow eyes reflected the light.

He held the Bracelet up.

“Say, what do you think of the boy that had this one?”

The question admittedly caught me a little off guard,  Why was he asking anyway?”

“Uh, well i don't think he's bad,  but he really looks like he doesn't want anything to do with it if i'm honest?

And i really angry at Winton for making a kid fight,  He seems shy, which is understandable but it's obvious he'd rather be anywhere else than here.

He’s young so i don't know what he’ll be like, besides i've barely spoken to him considering i headbutted him into a boulder”

Then it occurred to me that Oakley might just give the thing back.

He couldn't use it, barely anyone could, and I already had one.

Though if he was going to give the thing to Rowley there was a LOT of explaining to do.

And a medical examination as well to see if he was as freaky as me.

Then the explanation would take a lot longer and get a lot weirder as well.

“Oakley, if you give him the Bracelet back you also have to explain everything you know about it to him, okay?

Oh also maybe take a medical exam or something,  just to see if he's as much of a hybrid as me or if he's somewhat more normal in the anatomy thing”

He nodded.

“Sure, I might need you to demonstrate some things though,  like shifting itself, oh and how the plants are supposed to be like! 

From what little I've seen of these poor boy’s they were not healthy!”

He was very right in that,  the plants on his back had been incredibly wilted, and not a single one of them had contained a healthy shade of green,  there wasn't even a single blossom present which was quite the opposite of whatever overgrown fuckery was happening to me.

“Yeah I can do that, just gimme a heads up beforehand,  oh also the second thing i came here for is to ask if you still have some of that Teal stuff? Fable got shot with a crossbow bolt and is limping”

Oakley spied past me to where my brother was engaged with the Cat.

“I think i do have some, gotta find it though, tell you what,  if you can pour the jam into the glasses for me i'll look for it! Deal?

So I just had to pour stuff in a bunch of glasses? 

Yeah that was easily doable.

“Sure! Deal!”

He pointed at the pot that was currently over the fire.

“Don't forget to protect your hands,  though you'll probably have an easier time doing that than me, you have five fingers instead of three and no wings that could get in the way”

He turned to one of the piles of stuff where I couldn't even identify half of it and began to rummage through it.

I turned to the firepit and grabbed the rags on the table next to it so I could grab the handle without burning myself.

Wrapping the cloth around my hands I heaved the rather heavy pot off the fire while there were a bunch of clanking sounds coming from wherever Oakley was.

Being careful not to spill anything I brought it over to the table where he had put the glasses and after making sure they all were right side up I slowly poured the gelatinous mass inside.

I did have to admit that it smelled good,  Maybe the kitchen staff would be interested in the recipe?

We did have more herbs than we could ever use after all so this was really not a bad idea.

Not knowing where else to put the heavy iron pot, 

I put it back over the fire where it was before and unwrapped the cloth from my hands to put it back as well.

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