#prompt: hunger

[estrellami-1]

Steddie Week 2023

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[the-overanalyst]

it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.

[ilmarisart]

my singular inktober this year and it's them

[void-of-unparalleled-chaos]

Caught Between Your Teeth (DPxDC prompt)

I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS OR THEIR WORLDS. I DO NOT INTEND TO MAKE MONEY WITH THIS POST. IF THIS POST IS ON TIKTOK I DID NOT CONSENT TO THAT. IF THIS DISCLAIMER IS MISSING THEN THE POST WAS EDITED TO NEGATE IT

Its a well known fact that ghosts are not human. Any Amity Park resident would be able to tell you that, even without the ectobiologists shouting it from their questionably legal tank of a car.

Danny Fenton is no exception, and really, he shouldn't be as surprised as he is.

Unlike the living, ghosts need ectoplasm to substantiate themselves. It could easily be found within the plants that litter the ghost zone, but like any ecosystem, there is variety.

Some ghosts are able to subsist off of simple grasses. Others prefer the fruit and leaves from flowering bushes. Some ghosts even strip the bark from trees to suck the ectoplasmic sap out from within their trunks.

But other ghosts are not meant to eat the plants at all. These ghosts with their sharpened teeth and claws are predators. Unable to extract the ectopalsm they need from plant life, they instead take it from other ghosts. Some are able to get by without ending their chosen prey, sucking out just enough ectoplasm to get by like a parasite. Others rip and tear into ghostly flesh and lap up the spilled ectoplasm until their quarry is no more.

Since his accident, Danny has become quite adept at catching stray blob ghosts, but they simply aren't cutting it anymore. The odd ectopuss didn't quell the hunger either. After the animal based ghosts failed to satisfy him, Danny was slapped with the realization.

Danny may be half ghost, but he is also half human.

Ghosts are not human.

He is so hungry.

Even now in his human form, Danny can feel the ribs poking through his sides. The shaking of his arms has yet to subside. He doesn't know if its from the gnawing in his stomach or adrenaline.

He can't put it off anymore. He needs to eat. But even though it's a fundamental need for survival his obsession tugs at him in protest. He needs to eat, but he needs to protect too.

He can't stay in Amity Park. That much is certain. The citizens of Amity Park are out of the question, and while the GIW started off as bumbling idiots, they have been getting smarter. He can't subsist off of them, especially with how weak he is in his starved state.

Danny is smart. Surely he can find a food source if he is clever about it. He just needs to flush them out like a cat after a rat. Or maybe he doesn't need to flush them out at all. Maybe he can lure them in like peanut butter in a trap.

His legs shake as he stands from his crouch. As he rises he licks the blood from his claws. Danny stares at what remains of the white suit, it's drying tatters stained crimson.

Yes. If he puts himself in the right positon the vermin will waltz right into his waiting claws, and with her filthy streets and dark corners, where better to find a rat than Gotham.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM THE HUNGER GAMES: CATCHING FIRE *  assorted dialogue from the 2013 film, adjust as necessary

if you die, and i live, i'd have nothing. nobody else that i care about.

it's different for you. your family needs you.

you have to live. for them.

nobody needs me.

i do. i need you.

how does that sound?

what if we set your backyard on fire?

he can't hurt me. there's no one left that i love.

remember who the real enemy is.

we got married... in secret.

we want our love to be eternal.

we've been luckier than most.

i just wanted to say that i didn't know [name]. i only spoke to him once.

he could have killed me, but instead he showed me mercy.

that's a debt i'll never be able to repay.

she wasn't just my ally. she was my friend.

i couldn't save her. i'm sorry.

you guys look amazing.

so what do you think, now that the whole world wants to sleep with you?

i wasn't talking to you.

will you unzip?

thanks. let's do it again sometime.

the way the whole "friend" thing works is you have to tell each other the deep stuff.

what's your favorite color?

now you've stepped over the line.

see, this is why no one lets you make the plans.

you have been our mission from the beginning.

the plan was always to get you out.

people are looking to you, [name].

you've given them an opportunity. they just have to be brave enough to take it.

we have seen a lot of tears here tonight.

you are angry. tell me why.

i'm getting totally screwed over here.

now you wanna kill me again.

nobody decent ever wins the games.

nobody ever wins the games. period. there are survivors. there's no winners.

love is weird.

i would love to borrow that outfit someday.

you look pretty terrifying in that get-up.

i outgrew them.

any secrets worth my time?

unfortunately, i think that's true.

i'm sorry you had to cancel your wedding.

i'm really not in the mood for a lecture.

you don't have to apologize to anybody, including me.

i hardly know anything about you except that you're stubborn and good with a bow.

there's more than that. you just don't want to tell me.

make him pay for it.

any last advice?

stay alive.

she's committed, i'll give her that.

you saved my life. you gave me a chance.

fear does not work as long as there is hope.

you were dead. your heart stopped.

how rude of them.

eyes bright, chins up, smiles on.

we're a team, aren't we?

i am truly sorry.

you both deserved so much better.

i don't want to be with anyone else in there. just you.

that's what i want.

no waving and smiling this time.

i want you to look straight ahead as if the audience and this whole event are beneath you.

that should be easy.

be careful. it's a force field up there.

i think these games are gonna be different.

i guess we're not holding hands anymore.

i don't care about any of them.

i'm here to drink.

you know and i know there's only one person walking out of here, and it's gonna be one of us.

i get to say goodbye.

they will kill us.

whatever game you think you're playing, those out there are not playing it with you.

i don't want you to get hurt.

so how do you like the party?

you could live a hundred lifetimes and never deserve that boy.

you don't want to shoot her.

how about i shoot both of you?

get them out of here.

[perigilpin]

And i’ll be your puckish puppeteer on this delightful little detour

[queeniewithabeanie]

The Hunger Ghost Games

Dpxdc Prompt #2

There were two facts of life death that had led Danny to where he was now.

Ghosts loved fighting

There was no such thing as time in the ghost zone

And it was because of these two facts Danny was now apparently both participating and hosting an afterlife version of The Hunger Games.

A big part of ghost culture was fighting and because time didn't really work per say in the zone they couldn't really host an annual fighting tournament or anything of the sort (they had tried, but no one had shown up at the right place at the right time). So instead it was decided anytime a big event happened in the ghost zone a fighting tournament (nicknamed The Fight) would follow it. The only person who had a guaranteed spot was the one hosting it, which would be decided by a vote some point closely following the event.

The defeat of Pariah Dark certainly counted as a big event and of course the denizens of the infinite realms wanted their new king to host it.

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Danny now had to select 9 other ghosts to duke it out for the entertainment and morale of his citizens or face the wrath of every ghost who selected him to host only for him to not do it.

He decided the best way for him to decide who was going to face him was a random draw. It was, according to Clockwork, "A great honor to be chosen to participate in the The Fight and while Danny could select anyone he wanted, random selection would be the best way to do it without stepping on any toes."

So Danny got a hat with the name of everyone in every universe that had ever died in it and drew the names while being televised all over the zone. Man being dead just kept on getting crazier.

"...and our last participant is Jason Todd!" Danny said before he cut the recording and let out a sigh.

"Now I just have to pick a place in the zone and fight 9 other ghosts till only one of us is left, can't be too hard."

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Danny was suprised when one of the ghosts standing around the cornicopia (because of course he had to have one, The Fight just screamed hunger games to him) looked surprisingly human and very surprised to be there.

Jason was extremely concerned to find himself teleported out of Crime Ally in the middle of patrol and being told he had 1 minute before he had to fight ghosts (because apparently ghosts existed???) to the death. At least he had his guns with him, though he didn't know how well they'd do against intangible targets.

[callhimnowmarisamylove]

Hayffie Week 2025

Day 2: Young Hayffie

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[stars-obsession-pit]

A black-haired, amnesiac teen comes to in an alleyway, hunched over an unearthly shadow.

There’s something in his mouth. Instincts kick in, and he chomps down, shattering the item. Whatever it was, its shards rapidly melt into a burst of liquid, and the shadow below him dissolves away with a shrill screech. He instinctively swallows the fluid, and it burns like acid down his throat. From it, a strange warmth suffuses through his whole being.

Something clicks in his head.

Jason Todd. His name is Jason Todd. He’d forgotten that, before.

He coughs. A few drops of the liquid spatter onto the ground, briefly illuminating the pavement in a vivid green glow before rapidly evaporating into the air.

He pushes himself to his feet shakily, leaning against the wall beside him for support while he catches his breath.

What the hell happened to him? What had he just eaten?

His recent memories were still muddled, feeling instinctual rather than logical. Not quite human. His older memories were still clear though, providing a bit more insight.

And the most recent of those memories was of… pain.

A timer ticking down. Trying to escape. Hoping desperately to be saved. Getting neither. The bomb going off.

He’d died.

He’d died.

Yet here he was. Alive, if disoriented. In an alley, not a warehouse.

After a couple more minutes of pulling himself together, Jason pushes off the wall and starts to walk towards the end of the alleyway. He has to find a way to contact Bruce. He’ll know what to do, surely.

[ashyblondwaves]

How about Katniss starting to flirt again like she did at the quell chariots and finally getting to fluster Peeta for once.

Aww I love this! Thank you for sending it in! Here to go :)

Bloom

The kitchen smells of cinnamon and warmth. Like safety after a lifetime of uncertainty. I’m kneading another batch of flour and dough, sleeves rolled up above my elbows, when I hear Katniss enter the kitchen.

I know she thought she was being quiet, padding in while I’m occupied, but I know she’s there. Anyone else may not have heard her, but after two stints in the arena and time being poked and prodded by the Capitol, my ears are always on high alert. 

The first batch of cinnamon bread just came out of the oven, golden and split at the top, and I’m slicing it carefully, more for the rhythm than for any actual reason, when she speaks up. 

“You know,” Katniss says from behind me, “if your plan is to fatten me up, it’s working.”

I flinch, not because she startled me, I always know when she’s around. It’s more in the way that she says it. Light. Teasing. Almost… playful?

I glance over my shoulder. She’s leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, hair messy in a way that makes her look impossibly soft. She’s watching me with that unreadable expression of hers that she wears like an armor, but there’s a glint in her eye. Something new. Or maybe something old that I haven’t seen in far too long. 

“I, uh…” I blink, trying not to fumble the knife. “You haven’t been eating much. I thought maybe this would help.”

“It’s helping,” she says, her lips twitching. 

I stop slicing. Just… stop. Because now, I can’t tell if this is just her being kind, or if it’s something else. My brain scrambles for solid ground and lands on, Don’t stare. Don’t stare. Definitely don’t blush.

“If… if that’s a request,” I stammer, focusing on the loaf in front of me. “I’ll keep making it.” 

She walks toward me. Not quickly. Just enough that I can hear the quiet tap of her socked feet on the wood floor and feel my pulse jump. Her hand reaches out, fingers brushing the counter, and for one second I think she’s going to touch my hand.

She doesn’t, but the space between us feels thinner. Warmer. 

“It might be a bribe,” she says, and she’s closer now. She’s close enough that I can see the faint constellation of freckles on her nose, the ones I used to draw in my head back in the Capitol to remind myself what home looked like, before they took that away from me, too. 

“A bribe?” I asked, my throat feeling suddenly' dry. “For what?”

“Guess you’ll have to keep baking to find out,” She says, and shrugs like she’s bored, but the corner of her mouth lifts.

My heart skips. It actually skips, then starts hammering against my chest. For a second, I’m scared I might pass out into the cinnamon bread. 

“Katniss,” I say, setting the knife down because my hands are starting to shake. “Are you… are you flirting with me?” It comes out too fast. Too breathless and eager. 

She doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t look away. 

“I’m trying to,” she says, her volume a little lower, like she might be embarrassed now. 

And I don’t know what to do with that. My brain stutters, trying to reboot, because I thought she was gone. I thought whatever we had before the war had been buried under ash and fear and everything we never said.

“Okay,” I say quietly, a smile forming. I see her shoulders relax, and it gives me the courage to flirt back. “Try harder.”

She blinks at that. Try harder. She wasn’t expecting me to push back. She hadn’t thought that far ahead.

“Okay,” she says, after a beat. “Then maybe I’ll help you taste-test the next batch.”

“Yeah?” I ask, genuinely intrigued on where she’s going with this. 

“Yeah.” She looks down at the bread, then up at me again. “I like it best warm. Fresh out of the oven.”

She’s not talking about the bread. I know that much.

And just like that, something shifts. Not loudly, and not with fireworks. But like a door clicking open, soft and sure.

She reaches past me, takes a slice of bread from the cutting board, and tears off a corner with her fingers. Before she eats it, she glances up and adds, almost shyly, “You can sit with me. If you want.”

I nod, already moving to grab the tea I’d forgotten I steeped.

“I always want,” I say.

[motherhenna]

Haymitch around the time of the 74th Hunger games--sort of a sequel to my 50th Games piece. Figured he'd be the type of guy to open every booze bottle with his teeth lol.

Bonus 2010 Haymitch portrait as a treat here

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM THE HUNGER GAMES: MOCKINGJAY *  assorted dialogue from part 1 (2014) and part 2 (2015), adjust as necessary

it is the things we love most that destroy us.

do you have any other conditions?

if we burn... you burn with us.

do you see that?

you know, i like you better without all the makeup.

i like you better sober.

i never wanted any of this.

i want everyone who is watching to lay down their weapons.

everyone's either gonna wanna kiss you, kill you, or be you.

they're coming, [name]. they're gonna kill everyone.

are you fighting, [name]? you here to fight with us?

i'm in pain. that's the only way i can get your attention.

they let us go.

you did it, [name]. you showed them.

he's not even afraid of us.

it's almost not fair.

hello, [name]. this how you greet an old friend?

maybe i don't recognize you sober.

i drag myself out of nightmares and there's no relief in waking up.

it takes ten times longer to put yourself back together than it does to fall apart.

we can't guarantee her safety.

i want to go.

and if you're killed?

make sure you get it on camera.

no, no, listen to me. no one else can do this.

we need to make it personal.

that's not the issue.

this is the only choice you have.

we will make you the best dressed rebel in history.

this is where you kissed me.

i didn't think you remembered that.

i would have to be dead to forget that.

i thought she went to find you.

there's no one on the stairs.

you know everything old can be made new again.

isn't that what i promised you?

did you have a nightmare? i have nightmares, too.

someday i'll explain it to you.

i'll tell you how i survive it.

i make a list in my head of all the good things i've seen someone do. every little thing i can remember.

it's like a game. i do it over and over.

there are much worse games to play.

you love me. real or not real?

stay with me.

what do all those deaths mean?

we all have one enemy.

stop killing for him.

promise me you'll find it.

we're very familiar with each other's screams.

you really think i gave the order?

i've been watching you. and you watching me.

i'm afraid we've both been played for fools.

i don't believe you.

i thought we'd agreed never to lie to each other.

may your aim be true as your heart is pure.

your favorite color is green. is that real?

now you're talking.

i wish he'd hurry up with the last part.

you're still trying to protect me. real or not real?

that's what you and i do. keep each other alive.

i know you.

i'm here to kill him.

the bullet didn't even touch you.

what are your injuries?

nobody likes me.

they're afraid of you.

i, of all people, know that it's always personal.

i guess there are no rules anymore about what a person can do to another person.

give me one reason why i shouldn't shoot you.

bury them alive.

there's gotta be a better way.

[perigilpin]

back to the basics people, the Effie and Haymitch exit the elevator looking pleased about something blurb from Catching Fire that launched a thousand ships ( they were making out in that elevator )

[nyqmii]

Favorite tummy related dialogues (Pt.2)

Hungry-

"all this talk about food is making me hungry"

"think my stomach is gonna eat itself"

"quiet down in there"!

"sounds like my tummies talking"

"you hear that, I must be hungry"

"SHUT UP I LITERALLY JUST FED YOU"!

"think I've got the munchies"

"damn, my stomach is going nuts"!

"sounds like someone's hungry"

"you okay? you're stomach is awfully loud today"

"poor thing, you must be starving"

"was that your stomach"?

"hungry already"?

"you should really eat something"

"has your stomach always been this loud"?

Full-

"I can't eat another bite"

"man I'm stuffed"

"my stomach is huge"!

"I think I- *urrp* overdid it"

"come rub my belly"

"I don't think I can finish it all"

"not sure if I have enough room for seconds"

"holy shit! you ate all that"?

"sounds like your stomach enjoyed that"

"you look like you're about to burst"!

"your stomach is as hard as a rock"

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPXDC prompt ~Dead on main~Someone is walking over my grave

Jason sits on his tombstone and thinks about..something.

He lazily washes off the dirt that has been stuck on his army boots after the rain. It covers the year of his death perfectly. Grinning, he puts out a cigarette by using the mentioned stone. The cigarette butt throws between ugly funeral wreaths.

Danny: Hey, asshole, stop it!

Jason turns around. A very angry twink is rushing at him. The notorious crime lord does not have time to react when a fist hits him. Red Hood falls into a puddle. Shit! His favorite leather jacket!

Jason: What the hell are you doing?

Danny: No. What the hell are you doing?! Just because a man is dead doesn’t mean you must not respect him. You’re in a cemetery. Behave yourself, shithead. Or I’ll teach you manners.

Jason: You’re not from around here. Right?

Danny: So what? I doubt it’s normal to wipe your feet using a tombstone. Even in Gotham.

A malicious gremlin folds his arms on a chest.

Jason sits in a puddle more comfortably and pulls another cigarette out of his pocket. Damn, it’s wet.

Jason: If you were gothamite, I wouldn’t have to explain. It’s my grave, idiot. I do what I want with it.

Jason throws useless source of nicotine at his photo with black ribbon. The person who convicted him takes a couple of seconds to compare the vandal to the buried one.

Danny: Aw, shit, man. My bad, I didn’t mean to interrupt your break.

Jason’s eyebrow rises in surprise. From the outsider he expected more screaming and running. Not…apologies.

Jason: Yeah? Tell that to my favorite leather jacket. Now you can bury it next to me.

Bad Jason, bad. That’s not how normal people talk.

Danny: I’ll make amends. Tomorrow, okay? It’s my first working day. I’ve decided not to take my wallet. Need to find a safe route.

Jason: First day?

Danny: Yes, new cemetery guard here in the flesh. But I have not had time to meet all of inhabitants. Mistook you for a bad boy in a story. Well, it is your fault too! I understand you’re upset about death or maybe about the color of wreaths but please just put all the shit in the trash. I’m Danny, by the way.

Jason: Ha, I was wondering why there was no regular dude at work. Probably my neighbors drove him to a breakdown. He was an asshole, so no regrets.

Danny: Do you think so? Mrs Dent didn’t seem restless to me, she was quite nice.

The guy didn’t seem to catch the joke. Or was crazy. Why are all the hot people in Gotham are? Doesn’t matter. Why not try, right?

Jason: Don’t worry about the money. You can repay me with something else.

Danny: So you regenerates the suit? Cool. What do you want?

Jason: Um, I don’t get it, but… as compensation, I’m wanna have your number and one date.

Danny: Sure, why not.

Danny looks at the headstone.

Danny:Can you go outside the cemetery...Jason? The place is romantic, I agree, but where I grew up, it’s not customary to bring a mate at the place of rest until you meet parents.

Jason: Seriously? Cheesy horror movies didn’t teach you not to mess with zombies?

Danny: Well, I’ve never had a partner who was attracted to my brilliant brain. It must be pretty nice. And I don’t mind a couple of love bites, zombie boy.

Danny’s playfully batting his eyelashes. Jason can’t help laughing.

Danny: The less fair opinion among my friends is that I’m just brain-dead idiot. But I think they just don’t understand the benefits of adrenaline addiction, miserable humans. *pretends to wipe off a tear*

Jason *pretends to sniff*: Aw, hell, you really are a brainless doll, aren’t you?

Danny: Even so, it just means I’m perfectly safe.

Jason: Don’t think so. I want a piece of you.

Danny: Then don’t be afraid that the feeling is mutual. My teeth are also quite sharp. And when I’m haunting, it’s not easy to get rid of me.

The cheeky smile has given way to a serious look.

Danny: If we don’t get along, tell me right away, I’m not good at reading other people’s emotions.

~~~~~

Red Hood may be the son of the greatest detective but blinded by love Jason realizes that his boyfriend is quite dead only after a couple of months. He used to think Danny was a little…weird. Well, who in Gotham isn’t? It wasn't a problem. But during a funny fight about ignoring Danny in favor of a conversation with Tim , Fenton goes through him to grab his phone and then shouts that 'ghosting him is racist'.

Jason was delighted that he was able to hide his surprise. His boyfriend was too sweet, but sometimes insecure. Jay didn’t want Danny to start being cautious. Evidently, Honey thought from the first day that Jason knows. Let him keep it that way. Nothing has changed.

But now Danny’s promises to haunt Joker for the rest of his life if Jason wants it stopped being just super-hot flirt. So Jason need to make sure he doesn’t sic his darling poltergeist or whoever Danny is on someone. Even if it sounds good.

~~~~~Family dinner~~~~~

Dick: How did you two meet?

Jason: That’s a great story. My brave man beat the vandal who was messing with my grave.

Bruce: What? Who dared?

Danny: Jason, stop. It’s embarrassing.

Jason: No~ My family needs to know that chivalry is dead. My hero. Jason can’t resist a kiss on the cheek.

Danny: Taking this opportunity, I want to thank you all. It means a lot that you accepted Jason even not fully alive.

Alfred: Nonsense. Of course we..He’s family, no matter what.

Danny: Until the death separates us. Even at a wedding, love is promised only for a while. In parenthood, they do not take any oath about it. You’d be surprised how little past relationships can mean to people and how easy it is to hate what we are.

Danny: Damn, I ruined the mood, didn’t I? Sorry.

~~~~~

Jason: B, with all due respect, back off. You should ask Constantine how to help Danny if his family becomes a problem. Don’t mark my babe as a problem.

Bruce: I asked. And he laughed at me and said that you are the one who need protection. not him. Your Fenton is dangerous. Ghosts of such power only emerge in cataclysms after a large burst of energy or reach this level after centuries of battles or cannibalism and battles.

Jason: Seriously, old man? My boyfriend’s not gonna eat me. I’m not Red riding hood and he’s clearly not pretending to be my grandmother.

~~~~~~

Danny: Hi, honey. what’s new?

Jason noted with satisfaction that Danny had eaten all the supplies he had prepared for him.

Jason: Nothing, but now I have an idea for great Halloween costumes for us. They are gonna drive the old man crazy.

Danny: Did you fight again? What is it this time?

Jason: Guess what, now B’s worried you want to bite off my dick or something.

Danny: First, eew, disgusting. Don’t talk about our intimate life with fucking Batman. Why would he think that? I like you whole.

Jason: Whore?

Danny: Idiot.They don’t even sound alike.

Jason: Just admit that I am an eye candy and kiss me already. I need a break from the madness of my family.

~~~~~

Later Danny blackmails Constantine for information about the interrogation from Batman.

Then he sends a short message to the group chat : Tell the future father-in-law that while Jason can cook, he is safe from me.

The chat explodes from questions of Batclan to Bruce. Jay has great brothers and sisters. Danny knew their chaotic energy could be relied upon.

~~~~~

In the morning Jason yells at Tim. Why the hell did Replacement put "Friends For Dinner" from The Land Before Time as his alarm melody?

~~~~~

Bruce *is suspicious of the ghosts at the wedding*.

GhostWriter: Do not think that we like it. The boy is involved in his own version of Twilight. Oh Ancients, I hope the Ancients don't know about it.

Clockwork aka one of Ancients: Come on, that’s sweet. And story will have a happy ending. I guarantee.

~~~~~

Jason's in a date simulator with no chance of losing when everyone thinks he’s in a horror game. Is Danny dangerous? Yeah. Did he hunt when they first met? Who knows. The main thing in the middle of the conversation Danny realised he found a creature with a similar sense of humor. So that made Jason 10 out of 10 aka soulmate and he would kill for him.

[vvvoxal]

under appreciated scenario: hungry kisses, but one of them is actually hungry. They make out with their romantic interest or partner and it's a bit out of character for them, and when questioned about it their stomach growls, answering for them.