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falling-star-cygnus · 7 months

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Heard you’re suffering artblock and want requests so uhhhh—

Alastor helping Lucifer with molting season?

i love you for this, dewflake :0

uhhh, i wrote this and then reread your ask and only just now realized it says art block and not writers block... hope you don't mind?

your pfp tho oml <3

{Alastor sneezes.}

{The feather that had drifted past his nose, tauntingly red, marks for the third occasion he's had to bat one of those blasted things away. Once he could dismiss as an accident, two an unfortunate coincidence, but three?}

{Why, it was practically a challenge!}

{Though... admittedly a messy one. Not to mention sloppy. You didn't see Alastor leaving the velvet from his antlers everywhere, now did you?}

{...that wasn't a bad idea actually. Not everywhere, of course, the Radio Demon had class. But maybe a hearty covering over a certain king of hell's pillow would be enough of a deterrent.}

{Why was Lucifer leaving his feathers everywhere? It was hardly his usual go-to for irritating the deer demon. Before he could dwell too long, however, a familiar chipper voice breaks into his thought process.}

"Oh! Alastor!"

{Charlie, he notes. She's carrying a stack of boxes that's leaning just a little too far forward for comfort and Alastor can't help but use his microphone to tilt them back into her hands properly.}

{Purely so it wouldn't fall on him, of course. Not because he didn't want the princess to hurt herself. That would've made excellent entertainment if he was standing maybe a foot to the left. That's what he'll tell anyone that asks. Until it's true}

"Ack- thanks, Al!" "No problem at all, my dear Charlie. May I ask why you're carrying such a heavy load? With no help for that matter."

{Alastor would've thought her little girlfriend would've leapt at the chance to help. Especially considering he could tell she still carried the guilt of keeping what she truly was a secret.}

"It's no worries! Juuust busy somethings around in storage. Oh, oh! Actually- do you mind checking on my dad?"

{The Radio Demon tilts his head to the side, wondering why in high hell the darling princess thought that that was a good idea. He goes to say as much when-}

"Please, Al? For me?"

{He chokes on static. Somehow, Charlie had managed to peek over her stack of luggage and flash the most horrendous pair of puppy dog- ugh dogs- pair of doe eyes at him}

{It's shameful how fast it works.}

"...obey the five-foot rule." "Yay! Oh, I could hug you right now!" "Do not."

{Charlie giggles, hefting her haul back into the crook of her arm with a nod}

"I would go myself, but this could be a good bonding opportunity for you two! He always gets like this this time of year..." "Oh? And here I thought he was a hermit year round, hahah!"

{Alastor doesn't stick around to see her expression.}

{Unsurprisingly, the feathers become a more and more common occurrence the closer he gets to Lucifer's gaudy apple tower. He'll have to loose Niffty in here sometime soon...}

{The deer half-debates just leaving, the king of hell is more then old enough to take care of himself. But- no, he gave Charlie his word. Not directly, there was nothing making him do this actually. So why does he want to...?}

{Alastor knocks}

"Huh- Uh.. who is it?"

{The door is opening before he can answer.}

"Now, now, your highness, you didn't even let me introduce myself!" "Ughh, what do you want, Alastor?"

{There's something itching at the back of his brain at the sight of Lucifer's unkempt wings. The way the feathers puffed and clumped up in some places, the ceiling high piles of red and white... hm.}

{He invites himself in}

"Wh- hey!" "Our dear Charlie sent me over, of course! Something about your current issue being a yearly problem?"

{It's highly amusing to watch Lucifer waffle around for an answer, starting one sentence just to abandon it for an accusation. It almost makes him laugh as he watches over his shoulder. It's only after a minute of watching that he realizes the king is shirtless.}

{The final piece clicks into place.}

"Oh, I see. You're molting, aren't you?" "How did you-" "I suppose this goes to show even the most powerful of beings have their troubles, hm?" "So you admit I'm stronger then you!"

{Alastor's eye twitches}

"You mean you were doubting it?"

{Lucifer scowls}

{The micro king of hell manages to keep the staring contest going for about 10 seconds before throwing his hands up to viciously scratch at one of wings. The rough movement has the deer cringing and smoothing himself out before Lucifer rounds on him again.}

"Can I help you?" "On the contrary, maybe I can help you."

{His royal shortness barely has time to blink before Alastor is shadow slinking behind him.}

{The Radio Demon shoves at his shoulder until the little king is face down on his bed and ignores whatever noises of protest he manages to make at the sudden treatment.}

"What are you doing- oh. Oh, that feels nice."

{Alastor had sunk his nails into the clump of loose feathers closest to the middle of Lucifer's back and begun to gently scritch at the muscle underneath it; effectively, the feathers ready to fall were taken care of.}

{It feels like hours later of this rinse and dry process before the purring King speaks up}

"You're good at this... you done this for that bartender of yours or something?" "HAH- no."

{The deer contemplates leaving it at that, keeping whatever this calm air is between them going and stable and safe. He's not sure why he doesn't.}

"My ma- my mother used to look after the ducks that came by the pond."

{If Lucifer notices the correction, he doesn't say anything. No, he stays quiet as Alastor dusts his loose feathers into an idle pile.}

"She taught me how to do it." "...she sounds nice."

{The Radio Demon hums, a familiar song drifting through his microphone. He vaguely remembers it as something that would play in the kitchen all those years ago. Hm... didn't his maman say that molting fowl needed more protein? Perhaps then he'll make jambalaya for dinner tonight. Just in case.}

"...she was."

#i had to make him an asshole im so sorry #Alastor is allergic to feelings #maybe i will draw this actually #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel 2024 #hazbin fanfic #appleradio #radioapple #alastor the radio demon #lucifer morningstar #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer

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jgabriel1920 · 2 months

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Nowhere.

This is in the Demi Demon universe, very cool series by @sparrowrye so check that out for the real stuff, this is just a eureca moment I had and really wanted to write (which is rare so I take it always when it comes)

Warning, it gets gory.

Plover birds flew in the air as they went for the sea, passing by the tall spruce trees, their thick leaves waving like the sea as the breeze hit them. The dark oaks complimented the lively green, with the ground full of healthy dirty. It was truly a sight to see, something that can leave someone gazing at it by hours.

That was what one of the beings in there were doing, not one like the squirrels and the birds, but a human. His red shaggy short hair gently moving as the air hit his scalp, and his green eyes almost closed from the tranquility. Against one of the wooden poles, his body relaxed, wearing a leather uniform, cream in color, with a red insignia on his shoulder, light armor over it. His moment of peace in the edges of the heaven was perturbed when footsteps came by, a annoyed pitched up voice coming with it.

"Again? Not doing your job 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯?" The steps stopped near, a similar wearing person, but with a helmet, hidden her white straight long hair, goat golden eyes glaring at his back.

"What job even there's is to do, Luci?" He sighted, foot all ready tapping against the ground, praying for her to disappear.

"Guard the damn city? What kind of question is that, Mag?" Her livid tone told him it wasn't going to be soon that she leave.

"well, the kind of when nobody with half a brain attacks the dragon and deer city." He turned to her now, hand pressed on the tree as the other went to his hip.

"You think they are up 24/7!? If one thing slips we are loosing our jobs, you dumbass!" She extended and moved her arms around, exaggerated and exasperated.

"We 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵. Nothing comes near in 6 years. And it was a bear that shit it self when he smelled her." He put his hand on his face, rubbing it as he groaned. "Let me do my stuff and you do yours, no need to be anxious."

"𝘼𝙣𝙭𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨? I just doing my job, for Alastor sake! If one of those bears get in town, or a criminal, or even one of Blackwater-"

"he's 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥." He had walked to her while she was trailing off and put both hands on the sides of her face, making her look at him. "He's super, mega dead and no undead guy of his getting here if he knows best." He let his hands go of her face. "We are just decoration, no need to worry. We get the money, go home and sleep nice. Let the big things to big people, alright?"

She crossed her arms, looking at the ground still with narrowed eyebrows. "Fine... But don't say big people, I not short."

"you are for me." He booped her nose as he went to look at the scenery again.

"𝘊𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. You know how little it is? It's so small it's the size of a-"

𝘼𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃𝙃

A blood curling scream echoes through the forest, making birds fly from their nests and deer's run away as the two looked at the direction of it. It was near the town rather than away from it.

Luci voice was barely above a whisper. "D-Did someone-"

"-Got hurt, yes. Let's go." Mag didn't let her finish her conclusion, calling her by hand as he ran to it, pulling out a scimitar from his side and gripping it as she ran after him.

The scream was still audible, but in lower tone, as if they couldn't stop. It helped them know where it came more precisely as they got to the heavens walls. Now it had fully stopped, meaning they had to search in the area.

More guards came, standing above it as they looked around, Lucy staying by Mag side as they ran along it, ready to go if one of the above man saw something.

Eventually, one pointed at a direction and the two went there, being the first. Between the dense trees and bushes, a body hanged between two trees, with it's inside out on the floor still connected to it.

Luci couldn't even come close, as she quickly had to run to vomit as Mag looked properly around. A bloody axe on the ground with footsteps all around. Too many, like a whole group had came to do this.

It couldn't be possible, no it couldn't, the magic barrier would have alerted the rest of the guards. They couldn't simply entered completely silent, how would they even have the time to do this?

It was dramatic, something Alastor would have done, ironically, but it certainly wasn't him. He did have a fight with his lover if he hears right... But it wasn't time for far fetched theories.

Footsteps came behind him again, soft and shaking if he was correct.

"Don't worry Luci, I got things covered. Just go home."

Nothing responded back.

He swinged his sword back, like he had many times in the trainings, certain the enemy would have that much time to react, but was met by elbow braking in half, a groan of pain coming from him as adrenaline barely got in his peak.

A leg came to know his own, making him kneel as his hair was pushed back, making him look up.

He was met by... Something. His vision blurred as he saw white and golden clothes, his own sword on the things hand as it quickly went down to his head. But he couldn't let away the thing eyes. They were empty of emotion, empty of life. They looked like a dead man eyes. They looked at his soul, staring at it and mocking his breathing as the sword went his face, going through his nose to the back of his head, hitting the ground. Now he couldn't breathe, his arms flapped around useless as the creature didn't even finished him off properly. It wanted him to suffer, to bleed I'm agony and cry in sorrow.

He could only stare at the sky, as a woman scream hit his ears.

#hazbin hotel #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #hazbin hotel x reader #demi demon #sparrowrye #tw gore

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whump-tr0pes · 11 months

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Lux in Tenebris, Medieval AU - Trail of Blood

@badthingshappenbingo

I completely forget to add the the bthb part. Red X for posted, white X for requested! Send in your requests! If you don’t see a prompt here that you already requested, please send it again!

This AU grabbed my brain and didn't let go. Many thanks to @newbornwhumperfly for enabling me in the DMs

Masterlist

AO3

Contents: demon whumpee, implied wounded animal (that doesn't happen), caught in a snare, blood, mild gore, mild finger whump, begging, misunderstanding whump, accidental self-harm (to escape the snare), rescue

The forest was loud today. Ilya picked their way through the underbrush, eyes sweeping along the ground as they searched for white-capped mushrooms on the forest floor. Above them, birds called to each other, and wind brushed through the swaying treetops. The buzz of insects gave the air a heavy quality, even though the afternoon was cool. Still, the basket on Ilya’s arm was still nearly empty. They still had a long afternoon yet of gathering to go before they could return home.

The noise felt almost… oppressive this morning, though. The birds seemed to be shrieking in alarm instead of their usual singing, and Ilya could hear the din of tree branches crashing together in the wind – but when they looked up, the crowns of the trees seemed to shake with little more than a slight breeze. They bit their lip and looked down for another mushroom. They tried very hard not to think about the whispers they’d heard in the village, whispers of an evil that had come to these woods in the last fortnight, evil fleeing the cleansings in the south. They bent to pick a mushroom and add it to the basket.

An inhuman screech cut through the forest.

Ilya shot upright, heart hammering in their chest. The sound came from their left, from a dense spot in the undergrowth. Their breaths came faster, faster, and they found themself moving towards the sound. They strained to hear something else. They tightened their thin cloak around their shoulders and crept, trembling, through the underbrush. Had they imagined it?

They almost turned back when another sound cut them to their core: a wail, long and drawn out and raw. It sounded… almost human.

A wounded deer, I bet, Ilya thought with a sinking heart. A hunter probably missed his mark. They set their jaw and moved toward the sound again. If they could at least put the creature out of its misery, that would be a kindness. And if it was small enough, they might be able to drag the animal back to their hut themself.

As they drew closer to where the creature was, Ilya could hear the sound of desperate thrashing in the undergrowth. A low, guttural moan reached Ilya’s ears as they pushed past a thick wall of branches. They bit their lip and prepared themself for the sight of a mortally wounded animal.

They bit back a gasp when they saw the creature wasn’t a creature at all, but a boy, with his right leg caught in a hunter’s snare.

He was filthy, his skin streaked with mud and blood, and tears had left tracks in the dirt on his cheeks. Sticks and leaves were matted in his hair. His clothes were torn. The snare cut deep into his lower leg, which was a mess of torn flesh and oozing blood. He heaved a ragged sob and tore at the snare with broken, bloody fingernails as Ilya watched with wide eyes.

Ilya took a step forward on shaking legs. A twig snapped under their foot. The boy’s head shot up, and Ilya had the sudden, horrifying realization that the boy was not a boy at all.

The boy’s pupils blew wide in terror, black taking up nearly the entire eye. Sharp fangs flashed, even in the afternoon shade. He flung himself back and away from Ilya, only to be caught by the snare. He cried out and bared his teeth at them, clawing at the ground and sobbing with every breath.

“Obsecro,” he croaked. “Non appropinquant.”

Ilya swallowed hard and stared at the creature in front of them for a long moment. He had dark circles carved under his eyes, and he trembled as if he was freezing. The flesh around the snare was swollen, enflamed. His eyes were strange, but there was such sadness in them, such pain.

And he looked so, so frightened.

“It’s alright,” Ilya said, voice low. They gently placed their basket down beside them. “I’m going to help you.”

They took one step toward the creature, then another. He didn’t move, didn’t seem to even breathe, just watched Ilya with those wide, terrified eyes. Ilya closed the distance between them, heart pounding. They did their best to ignore their fear, ignore the thought that perhaps this was the evil that the others had warned about lurking in the words. Carefully, they knelt beside the frightened creature. Still, he didn’t move. Ilya could see he that he was shaking harder, though. The leaves beneath him shuddered.

Ilya slowly reached out a hand towards the snare. The cord was thin, but strong, strengthened with horsehair. They had never paid attention to snares before, but they knew they did damage. Now they knew how much. They did their best to loop their finger under it, but it was far too tight. The creature hissed as Ilya worked at the snare, fumbling at the knot. They peeled back the scraps of his pant leg, wincing at the dried blood that glued it to the skin. Deep puncture holes dotted the flesh. Confused, Ilya glanced at the creature, before they realized: he’d been trying to bite his own leg off.

They tried to untie the snare from the tree it was tied to, to no avail. They tried pushing the tree over – they would have had better luck lifting a boulder. There was one more thing they could try.

They reached for their belt and pulled their small knife from its sheath.

The creature shrieked and recoiled from Ilya’s touch. His hands scrabbled in the deep leaves as he tried to drag himself away from them, keening so loudly the birds flew from their perches in the trees.

“No, shh,” Ilya murmured as they brought the knife to the creature’s leg. “I’m trying to—”

The creature whirled and snapped at Ilya, his teeth crashing together a millimeter from their hand.

Ilya reeled back and landed on their elbows. The knife flew from their grip.

The creature was in a frenzy. He tore at his leg with his teeth and nails, drawing blood until it ran in rivulets onto the forest floor. Blood smeared on his lips. The sound of his frantic sobbing cut Ilya down to their very soul. They forgot their fear and reached for their knife.

“Stop,” they breathed. “Stop, you’re hurting yourself… stop!” They staggered forward and pinned the creature down. He was bigger than they were, but as soon as they fell on top of him, he went rigid with a horrible wail. Ilya slid the knife between the snare and the creature’s leg and snapped the cord with a jerk. They rolled off of him and scrambled away on their hands and knees, just as he did the same.

He staggered to his feet and took off with a limping sprint into the woods, leaving behind a trail of blood and broken branches. Ilya’s heart was a blur of motion in their chest. They fought to catch their breath, swallowing over and over. Tears ran unbidden down their cheeks. Their hands were streaked with blood, and they wiped them hurriedly on the fallen leaves. They stared at the knife that lay on the forest floor beside them. For a long moment, they considered leaving it behind.

It’s a good knife, they thought finally. I can at least trade it away.

Their hands were shaking as they went to pick up their basket of mushrooms. Perhaps there would be enough left to gather on the way back home. They found the trail again and quickly made their way back to their lonely hut on shaking legs. They didn’t look behind them once, but they didn’t look at the ground much, either.

Translation of the Latin line:

“Please,” he croaked. “Don’t come near.”

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#lux in tenebris #medieval au #lux in tenebris au #demon whumpee #caught in a snare #blood #mild gore #mild finger whump #begging #misunderstandings #accidental self-harm #rescue #whump #trail of blood

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ladyravenblack · 5 months

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The hotels walls where a wine red with gold accents, wooden floors creaked beneath my feet as I followed the princess of hell into what I assumed would be the main lounge. A very tall, fluffy, white spider looking demon sat at the bar, a pink and white striped sweater with a black short skirt adorned his body, tall black boots on his feet. Behind the bar was a grumpy, tired looking cat with wings. A girl with a tall spear, long grey hair, and a big red X over one eye stood to the side; she wore a bright red shirt and black skirt. Everyone seemed as if they were in their own worlds before we walked in.

“Charlie?” The long haired girl seemed to straighten up, her spear clasped in her hand.

“Oh don’t worry Vaggie! They are brand new! They just fell to Hell! Can you believe I practically caught them!?” The princess babbles on as I stand to the side, my eyes constantly glancing around, avoiding looking at anyone too long. It was true she had caught me, but I wasn’t sold on this hotel. From the moment I landed in her arms she had been going on and on about redemption and how I would be perfect. She didn’t even know me or why I was in Hell.

A twitch of a shadow caught my eye, drawing me to look at a spot just to the side of the bar where a seven foot demon dressed in red had appeared seemingly from nothing. He had startling red eyes, an atrocious red bob with black tips at the ends, and ears? Were those deer ears? And antlers? I caught myself staring and quickly looked back, barely listening as Charlie introduced me to Angel; the spider. Husk; the bartender. Vaggie; her girlfriend, how sweet. Then Alastor; the demon that had been conjured from the depths just moments before. He stared at me with, down at me? His smile never wavering to the point I began to worry.

Breaking my eyes from his I wave to everyone “Hello, my name is Salem. I- well like the princess said” she cut me off to say I could and should just call her Charlie “um as Charlie said she caught me. I’m not really sure I have much more to say”

Everyone seemed disinterested; sipping on drinks, shining the glass ware, even picking their nails. The only one seemingly listening was Charlie. I kept the small, polite smile as I turned to Charlie, asking for the room key so I could settle in. It had been quite the day for me after all. She nodded and handed over a small key with a brown coffin like tag on it that read ‘room 13’. What an unlucky number I think as I trot off in search of it.

The room was up the stairs, down the hall, and to the left. Next to a brightly lit up pink door with pictures of some of the hotel inhabitants. My smile faltered at how happy everyone looked. I probably wouldn’t fit in here either.

My doorknob rattles as I twist it, to the point I think it may fall off if I twist too hard. It is a simple room; a queen bed with white sheets and a red comforter takes up the far wall, a dark wood vanity and slightly crooked chair sit to the left of the door, next to it is another door that seems to lead into a small bathroom that thankfully has a tub. It isn’t much but at least it isn’t the streets.

I slide my door closed with my…hooves? I let out a bark of laughter as I realize I really am not who I used to be.

“Of all the things, hooves?” I walk to the vanity and admire my grey skin, the mousy brown hair with the soft looking deer ears positioned to the sides of my head, and my now practically black eyes “I don’t even have whites to my eyes?.” My fingers graze the mirror, touching the reflection of my inhuman form, before I bring my hand to my ears.

“I look a damned doe” I mutter dropping my hand to my side and shuffling to the bed. As I flop down I hear a soft tap on my door.

“I really need some sleep!” I shout out, nothing happening again. Perhaps I imagined it? Do demons sleep? I am tired so we must right? Will I need to eat? Bathe? There’s a tub- my mind spins with questions I should have asked before taking off for my room.

Tap

“Who is it?” Tap tap tap. I march over to the door and swing it open to see no one? My eyes drift down a little to see a small woman with red hair and one eye.

“Clean” her voice was maniacal and I just stepped to the side to let her in. She rushed in and proceeded to poke and stab into the corners of my room. Before she leaves she turns to me and says ‘clean’ once more before skittering down the hall. My eyes stay glued to her frantically disappearing body, confused and potentially terrified of the little thing.

“That is Niffty” a deep, static filled voice speaks from behind me, sending me straight into the air as I turn to face the tall, red demon from the bar. He cocked his head far to the left and I yelped.

“Dude are you ok!?” He brought his head back up to normal and kept his smile but his eyes looked almost annoyed.

“Dude?”

“It’s a way to address someone? Dude? Bro?” He looks more bored than anything now.

“I do not deal with that nonsense” he speaks low, static still in the air.

“Hey why do you talk like that? With all the static and shit?” He raises his eyebrows at my curse but keeps on smiling “and it’s weird to smile like that all the time” his eye twitches.

“Pardon?” Definitely giving me a chance to take it back.

“Why do you talk like that and it’s weird to smile like you want to devour a town”

“Perhaps I do want to devour a town” his hands come to rest on a red microphone shaped cane. I blink slowly, registering what he said as he looks at me.

“Right well…goodnight” I push past him to go to my room, the static intensifies as I brush his arms in passing. As soon as I reach my room I shut and lock the door.

What’s that guys problem? I flop on the bed, eyes tracing the ceilings cracks. I’ll have to watch out for him.

#alastor #hazbin hotel #oc

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muunsick · 3 months

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@fallesto sent a message. "I've never felt so peaceful before."

They have never felt so disgusted before.

Gore. There is so much gore. Flesh and sinew, bone and gristle, the heavy, reeking stench of death in all its fetid glory. Red is splattered across the walls in hypnotizing strokes, and tiny, whizzing black flies swirl through the room, drawn to this hellscape, a veritable feast for the hungry vermin.

This is what they get for sticking their nose where it ought not be stuck. Following the odd smell to the basement of this humble bakery. They had wondered where the baker was. It wasn't typical for a storefront to be so suspiciously vacant, especially at mid-day. But they found the baker. And his family. Or, rather, bits and pieces of them.

Eden hovers at the bottom of the steps, pressed flat against the wall, eyes glued to the scene before them. What horrifies them, almost as much as the landscape of marred corpses, is the absence of their repulsion. Their mind reels, tender morals appalled by such a vicious murder, but their body is almost enticed. It is not gut-deep nausea they feel now, but a tantalizing impulse. A sniff of their nose. A pooling of saliva under their tongue. What is wrong with them?

And standing in the center of it all, basking amidst a spotlight of jutting ribs and cracked femurs, is a woman. Eden does not know her, but her presence evokes a primal fear that feels almost nostalgic. The very essence of what nightmares are woven from. She is the bogeyman that haunts your slumber. She is the witch who feasts upon infant babes. The demon that slithers beneath bed frames. The evil of every folktale and ghastly fable.

Eyes, pale and foggy, like clouds across the moon. A long, golden braid, oiled with filth and blood, like the tail of a midnight beast. Armor plates made from … something. Crimson. Fractals carved from the death she commands. The carapace of a killer.

Eden had heard her muttering to herself, something about peace. As much as they'd love to stick around and share gory anecdotes over tea and biscuits, they held no desire to acquaint themselves with a woman who would find this sort of thing calming.

Not to mention, they are undoubtedly confident she is the main perpetrator of such heinousness. It doesn't require a keen-eyed detective to piece together this puzzle, and Eden does not wish to know what it might feel like to receive the business end of her wavy, red dagger. Time to go.

They turn, intent on hauling ass and booking it to the next country. One foot in front of the other, creeping back up the stairs. She hasn't noticed them (they hope) which means there's still the glinting chance they might escape—

CREAK.

A deer caught in the lantern's light, they freeze. These stairs did not complain when they had made their initial descent, and they choose now to suddenly become decrepit?

The only choice they have is to run. But they do nothing of the sort. They stand. Still. Calling upon the druidic gods of yore in hopes that they might suddenly shift into a chameleon and hide away forever. Nothing happens, of course, and now they are staring down the ghoulish white eyes of a maniacal killer. No pupils.

Even the devil must have pupils …

#tw:gore;;#asks;;#fallesto;;#OOPS - seems ive stumbled into your dead person slumber party #excuse me pardon me let me just #oh good heavens #ty for the ask :333

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exhausted-archivist · 2 years

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Bestiary of Thedas

From bird to insect, fish to land animal. Every creature mentioned in Dragon Age, blighted and non-blighted, spirits and demon, created and possessed creatures alike are listed along with their breeds, subspecies, or variations.

If you want a more specific list, check out the post for Real World Animals in Thedas

Updated: 2023/11

Amphibian

Frog

Salamander

Toad

Horned Toad

Poison Toad

Birds

Albatross

Black-capped Songbird

Bluebird

Budgerigar

Bunting

Buzzard

Canary

Crow

Dove

Duck

Mallard Duck

Eagle

Falcon

Finch

Goose

Grouse

Gull

Hawk

Kingfisher

Lark

Magpie

Merlin

Mockingbird

Nightingale

Owl

Parakeet

Parrot

Partridge

Peafowl

Pheasant

Pigeon

Ptarmigan

Quail

Raven

Robin

Rock Darter - Native to the Anderfels, an insect eating bird.

Seagull

Simir - A bird hunted in Tevinter for the magical properties in their feathers.

Sparrow

Swan

Swift

Turkey

Vulture

Bald-necked Vulture

Fish and Marine Creatures

Blind Tetrava

Bluefin

Carp

Cetus

Cod

Eel

Lamprey Eel

Jellyfish

Krone

Mackerel

Octopus

Raytooth

River Herring

Shark

Squid

Giant Squid

Trout

Whale

Bony Whale-Shark

Pilot Whale

Whitebait

Crustaceans and Shellfish

Clam

Crab

Giant Swamp Crab

Crayfish

Cuttlefish

Lobster

Mussel

Oyster

Prawns

Shrimp

Insects

Bee

Bumblebee

Honeybee

Beetle

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Death Watch Beetle

Dung Beetle

Glow Worm

Roof Beetle

Wood-burrowing Beetle

Butterfly

Cricket

Dragonfly

Firefly

Flea

Fly

Blue Flies

Giant Spider

Giant Poisonous Spider

Giant Spiderling

Poison Spider

Gnat

Hornet

Ladybug

Leeches

Locust

Maggot

Scorpion

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Slugs

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Spider

Wasp

Worm

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Tapeworm

Mammals

Badger

Honey Badger

Bat

Giant Bats

Bear

Black Bear

Brown Bear

Cavern Bear

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Bronto

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Qalab

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Cretahl

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Deer

Red Deer

Stag

Dog

Coursing Hound

Ferelden Shepard

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Mabari

Pug

Rat Terrier

Sheepdog

Wild Dog

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Donkey

Druffalo

Elephant

Elk

Ermine

Fennec

Ferret

Fox

Gazelle

Ghast

Giant

Goat

Ayesleigh gulabi goats

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Griffon

Gurn

Halla

Hamster

Hare

Hart

Bercilian Sure-Foot

Greater Frostback Elk

Pride of Arlathan

Red Hart

Royal Sixteen

Tirashan Swiftwind

White Hart

Wild Hart

Horse

Amaranthine Charger

Anderfel

Anderfel Courser

Asaarash

Avvar Mixed Draft

Dalish All-Bred

Fereldan Forder

Free Marches Ranger

Frostback Mountain Horse

Green Dales Feral

Imperial Warmblood

Inquisition Barded Charger

Oath-Bound Steed

Orlesian Courser

Taslin Strider

Hyena

Jackal

Jackrabbit

Lion

Great Lion

Red Lion

Lynx

Marmot

Marten

Mole

Monkey

Moose

Mountain Lion

Mouse

Chip Mouse

Mule

Nug

Nuggalope

Avvar War Nug

Battle Nug

Greater Nuggalope

Greater Mountain Nuggalope

Gwaren Land-Hammer

Knuckled Thunderer

Tiddles Majoris

Otter

Pig

Rabbit

Raccoon

Ram

August Ram

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Giant Rat

Sheep

Snoufleur

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Spotted Hunting Cat

Squirrel

Tiger

Tusket

Voles

Weasel

Wolf

Black Wolf

Crag Wolf

Great Wolf

Wolverine

Reptiles

Adder

Death Adder

Basilisks

Cobra

Crocodile

Deepstalker

Deepstalker Matriarch - largest deepstalker

Deepstalker Leader - always male, second largest deepstalker

Deepstalker Runner

Dracolisk

Abyssal Hang-Tooth

Basking Longma

Blue River Bane

Desert Lightning

Hunter Shade Dracolisk

Mountain Dracolisk

Primal-Trained Longma

Sharp-Tail

Dragon

Abyssal High Dragon

Fereldan Frostback

Gamordan

Stormrider

Greater Minstral

Guardian of Mythal

Highland Ravager

Hivernal

Hunterhorn Shrikes

Kaltenzahn

Northern Hunter

Sandy Howler

Stonejaw

Vinsomer

Dragonling

Drake

Great Dragon

Guardian Serpent

Gurgut

Lurker

Phoenix

Quillback

Sand Stalker - a small vermin-like creature similar to deepstalkers

Sand Stalker Spitter

Sand Stalker Leader - larger than common sand stalkers

Varghest

Viper

Wyvern

Snowy Wyvern

Created Creatures

Golem

Varterral

Blighted Creatures

Bereskarn

Blight Owl

Blight Wolf

Blighted Werewolf

Bloodcrow

Corrupted Spider

Corrupted Spider Queen

Darkspawn

Archdemon

Broodmothers

Children

Emissary

Genlock

Hurlock

Ogre

Shriek

Darkspawn Magisters (Named and known)

The Architect

Corypheus

Dragon Thrall

Ghoul

Created Creatures

Golem

Varterral

Demons and Spirits

Spirits

Choice

Command

Compassion

Faith

Hope

Justice

Knowledge

Perseverance

Valor

Wisdom

Memory

Wisp

Wraith

Demons

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Despair

Envy

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Hunger

Pride

Rage

Remorse

Shade

Sloth

Terror

Vengeance

Possessed/Magical Creatures

Abomination

Arcane Horror

Ash Wraith

Corpse

Devouring Corpse

Devouring Skeleton

Enraged Corpse

Fanged Skeleton

Shambling Corpse

Shambling Skeleton

Skeleton

Skeleton Archer

Skeleton Mage

Walking Corpse

Dryads

Harvester

Revenant

Rock Wraith

Ancient Rock Wraith

Sylvans

Vampire

Werewolf

Wood Nymphs

Undefined

Glowing Slime

Firesprite

Wandering Hills

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[ STEPPING BACK ]

Too stuffy. It was too damn loud and stuffy in that room, with all those people pretending. Lying about who they are. A sea of masks. Kitty felt her head reeling. Overwhelmed by it all. The fake laughs and smiles. She stepped out into the crisp night air. Instantly feeling like she could breathe once more. The fox was never good in a cage of society for too long, she longed to run free in night air.

She walked to the white marble balcony and draped her arms against it leaning into it. Sighing heavily she stared into the grand garden stretching out before her under moon lit skies.

Her fox ears pricked back hearing the sound of foot steps behind her.

“Mm, too much for you too hm?” A familiar voice buzzed with a honey dipped tone laced with radio static.

She turned her head to see Alastor standing there, hands buried in his pockets. She offered him a small smile.

“It’s unbearable really. Everyone in there is so two faced.” She sighed running her fingers through her auburn hair.

He stepped to her left leaning on the balcony. The deer demon gave her his usual smile, but it crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Mm, fake people in gilded halls.” He mused, “but it is for work…the overlords insist on throwing these droll parties. As if I care to rub elbows with them.”

“But it’s all about appearance, isn’t it dear?” She said smiling up at him.

He chuckled “yes. A necessary evil.”

He could hear Vox loudly laughing inside and he rolled his eyes annoyed. Of corse someone like that would flourish here.

He reached into his coat pocket pulling out a box of cigarettes. “Coffin nail?” He grinned offering her one.

“oh please~not like we can get cancer.” She mused thinking about the fact that they’d be dead and stuck in this hell scape for over a hundred years. She took it putting it to her lips. Ever the gentleman, he lit it for her. She took a drag and blew it out to the side. “Damn that’s good.” She sighed content savoring the taste.

He chuckled softly taking a drag himself. “Mmn just what the doctor ordered hm?”

“Mmnhm.” She leaned back on the balcony as they shared a cigarette in the night.

His eyes twinkled looking down at her. Sometimes he saw glimpses of who she used to be. Katherine Hartfeild, Sweet Heart of the French quarter, the starlet of the silver magnolia. His mind bubbled with distant memories. The first time he danced with her. The first time he punched a man for her. The first time he killed for her. The first time they…

His eyes focused on her plush red lips. It’d been too long. They looked….tempting right now. The radio demon chuckled darkly. How had they been separated for so long? Memories were hazy here. Especially for the poor fox. She barely could recall anything after the trauma she suffered at the hands of her abusive ex-husband. He grit his teeth in anger suddenly thinking about that.

He was in a current mission to find that bastard and trap him in his radio waves. His eyes flickered with rage, but he felt her small delicate fingers on his hand and it snapped him from his mind. His rage cooled instantly. “Hm?” He said looking down at her.

“You good? You had a look of bloodlust for a moment.” She said softly

“Yeah….I’m good darlin. Just thinkin.” He said softly. He offered her a softer smile.

He didn’t want to go back in anytime soon. He just wanted to be with her in this moment. He just wanted to remember who they were, and what could have been.

What they could be.

#the fox answers #writing prompt #had this one in mind for a moment

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hazbinextgeneration · 2 years

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Safe Haven’s Angel Book1 Ch51

He was skittish. Very VERY skittish and jittery having walked from his office all the way back home now something clutched in his hands as he sped walked down through the halls and smiled and nodded to people who greeted him but still moved as fast as his longer legs could carry him down the halls and towards the front door. Just make it home! Just make it home! He had the answer to all their problems just in his hands but he just NEEDED to get home in one piece. Castello was 'nice' enough to give him the night off and he had just thought of the answer to their problems as soon as he remembered his boss. And his work. And that his work just HAPPENED to include demons. And remembered that one he always dealt with. Queeny made deals all the time. Queeny was actually more reasonable than most demons he's met since she was willing to bend things and rules if there needed to be. He's seen the crazy things she could do. She could also remove those wings from Juliet without harming her at all! It was perfect! All he had to do was to just get home and summon her. He just hoped the thing he had in his hands was enough to get her to make the deal. He was successful in getting through his work unscathed, practically running through the streets, and getting to his home. Rushing all the way up to their apartment. You could imagine his wife's surprise when the door to their home was just shoved open by him ramming his shoulder into it as hard as he could sending the door open to SLAM into the wall and echo throughout the place. If her wings hadn't been holding her down she would've jumped from the couch in alarm but instead she snapped her head around towards him and her eyes widened seeing him breathing and standing there.

"Marx?," she asked. "Are you ok? You look winded."

He shook his head breathing heavily. "N-Never mind." He stumbled forward still clutching something but not before slamming the door back closed with his foot. Juliet watched as he stumbled towards her, putting something wrapped in paper on the table before turning and quickly running off towards the kitchen not giving his wife a chance to even speak. She sat there stunned hearing the sudden clatter of silverware and frantic opening of cabinets. "Dammit- Juju! Where's the mini whiteboard and marker!?"

She still blinked confused raising a brow but answered yelling back. "It's on top of the fridge!" There was some more moving around before the dragon reappeared rushing back in with the small kid sized whiteboard and red marker in his hands he looked in a frenzy as he placed it down on the table in front of her stumbling over himself and dropping the marker a few times cursing as he, hands shaking, began to draw something on the board as she silently watched as it vaguely resembled a ....deer?? "Marx." She leaned forward as much as her wings would allow. "What are you doing?"

''Fixing this. F-F-Fixing everything!"

He finally got done and dropped the marker revealing the symbol drawn on the board. It was a bit shaky from his hand shaking, but it should work from the few times he did do this. Now for the chant. Juliet could only watch and go wide eyed at the weird words pouring from his mouth that didn't sound like normal English. Juliet yelped as red light appeared as the red lines began to light up and the lit up brighter than the lights already on in the room. Marx continued to speak in that strange language as he kept going and going and going as the red light still poured from the strange symbols drawn on the white board-

BAM!!

Juliet yelped as the kitchen door slammed making her snap her head right over to it and making her ears go back to pin against her head as it opened again and slammed shut again. And Again. AND AGAIN. And was joined by things shaking including the couch she was sitting on making her squeal and clutch onto the fabric and pull up her legs on instinct as the furniture shook and rattled with Marx still chanting away not even fazed from what was happening as if he was used to this. Until he finished talking and a few seconds after everything stopped shaking. Going back to being doormat with the kitchen door giving one final SLAM shut as if signaling the end to that.....freakshow that had just happened. Neither moved. Marx remained where he was kneeled down in front of the coffee table slowly looking around breathing heavily as if looking for something. Juliet still sat frozen clutching the couch feeling her heart in her throat over what happened. Until- KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!! She jumped again with a small gasp before whirling to the door as did marx and stared at it before he let out what sounded like a very annoyed groan and got up. She reached for him but couldn't grab his arm to stop him thanks to the extra too heavy weight from her giant wings. He took a couple long strides towards the door before reaching it, grabbing the doorknob, turning it, and throwing the door open making her freeze once again.

"...Really!?", she heard him say a bit annoyed, "All that and you end up knocking on the door? Then what the HELL was that show for!?"

She couldn't see anyone since he was standing in front of the doorway but she heard giggles. "Well you DID specify to use a proper way of appearing whenever you called me, My Good Sir!~ And what's an appearance without a grand entry!" Marx groaned again. "Well beyond that-...You called me?~"

Marx nodded back still towards Juliet. "Yeah. A rush job that only you could do."

"Hmm. Tempting.~ Did Castello have you call me again for him? I told him I needed these days off.~"

"No. I need help with something more....p-personal."

And with that Marx finally stepped aside. And FINALLY allowed the two women to see one another. And...Juliet blinked. Standing there was the strangest woman she'd ever seen. Looked younger than her. Maybe just turned twenty. Her pale complexion and constantly moving hair certainly looked out of this world. Her shifting yellow and black eyes widened when seeing her as well as her brows. The unnerving large smile on her face making her even more uneasy. She tilted her head at her with a static sound as she stared back at her. Looking over Juliet before those weird eyes looked over her wings...And then her smile widened even more.

"Well WHY didn't you say so?" She happily walked right in as Marx sighed and closed the door as she gestured towards juliet. "You must be his misses I've heard so much about! Although I wasn't expecting to see an angelic being here! Especially with someone like Mr. Skittles over there."

The front door was slammed shut as Marx frowned at her. "Let's just get back to business!"

"Oh of course!~" She turned back to him smiling. "Do let's move this along.~ I have an appointment to keep with Hannibal and Cheshire tomorrow. You know I never miss a chance for spending time with my family.~"

"Right." He walked over and juliet blinked as he reached over the couch to gently grab one of her wings and gently pull it up. She didn't mind. It helped take some of the weight off her. "We need these gone. Preferably painless. Can you do that or not?"

Juliet turned back to the woman, and nearly fell over from seeing her suddenly right in front of them as if teleporting in thin air. With a hum she didn't change her facial expression and instead gazed across those giant wings as if calculating something before nodding.

"Of course I can.~ But it would require spending a lot of my energy and leave me drained for quite a while. I doubt Castello would like that."...With an almost sly smile she looked half lidded back to Marx who calmly stared back at her. "It would require a great payment to back this up.~"

"I got you Eucladoceros meat." What he said must've gotten her attention because rather quick her face was back to that wide eyed lightly surprised face but also mixed with excitement.

"Eucla-what?"

"A deer. Specifically one that went instict. ....Don't ask me where I got the meat. But you like that right?" He rose a brow to the woman who very obviously looked interested. "You like rare meats I heard."

"You're not wrong!~" Her head then snapped to the small package marx had left on the coffee table and immediately she walked towards it. They watched as she picked it up bringing it to her face to inspect it. "Smells instinct alright......Hehehehehe.~" With a turn of her head she rose a brow at them. "I'll accept this. But are you sure you want me to take them? You know an angel's wings evaporate into nothing but air once they're taken off."

Marx took a moment pausing before looking to Juliet and he gently put a hand on her shoulder. "Honey...Look. I-I know this seems all of a sudden and it's up to you b-but...Do you want them off? I know this is all of a sudden and you might be attached to them literally but-"

"Yes."

He blinked at the sudden blunt response he received before asking, "What?"

Juliet gave a deadpanned look. "They hurt me when they came out, They constantly hurt my back, I can hardly move because of the added weight they give me, and I'm afraid of heights anyways. You know I wouldn't even go flying with you so why would I have any use for them?" She smiled. "Besides. It's keeping me from going on walks and spending time with you. I'd rather have that back."

Marx would've responded with some flatter but a third party interrupted them. "It's a deal then!" Both jumped and looked back to the pale woman who gave a turning motion with her hand. "Turn around now. Don't worry. This shouldn't take more than a few seconds, and I do have a schedule to keep after all! So let's get this show on the road." It took Marx's and the strange woman's help to get Juliet turned around with her back facing towards the strange woman and awkwardly move him around to where she could reach with the extra weight but they somehow managed with Queeny rubbing her hands nails sharpening. "Alright! Brace yourself now. It'll be but a moment. You'll feel a slight pinch but trust me. No wounds will be left behind."

What followed was what felt like hot iron gloves suddenly pressed into her shoulder blades and she squealed very highly as something grabbed something under her skin and ....and...As soon as it came it went and with it so much weight off her shoulders. Literally. All the extra weight completely vanished and she fell forward into her husband's body who wrapped his arms around her.

"There! All done! I'll be taking my leave now and my payment. I still have a couple stops to make before I'm free to see my brothers. Next time do give me a warning before you call. Tata.~"

And then silence. Sweet sweet silence. Juliet breathed like she had been running a marathon. Breathing in and out as Marx attempted to comfort her by rubbing her lightly sore ba-...Wait. Her eyes widened before she pushed away from him and snapped her head around behind her and stared at the fact that there was....no wings. Nothing. Not even a feather. She still stared at the thin air...Before a smile spread over her face and Marx let out a loud 'OOF' sound as he was happily tackled back into the couch in a hug.

None of them saw the whitish-blue figure in the window as she narrowed her eyes before vanishing in a puff of blue mist into thin air.

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"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Red lines were moved about the floor and red chalk stained his hand as he just continued to draw and ignore Josslyn's concerns as he just continued drawing and drawing and drawing in the dark room. The instructions on the paper said to draw the symbol given to him and say the chant he had written down on the small piece of paper on him. At last the last line was drawn and he leaned back satisfied with the outcome. Sure he wasn't the best artist but this should do the trick in a pinch. Taking the paper back out he looked over the strange looking letters and words before dropping the chalk and waving his red stained fingers at her as Josslyn leaned against the wall.

"Of course I am. I've been waiting forever for this and I'll finally be able to meet them now..." He held up the paper in the darkened light. "Let's see about this summoning spell."

Josslyn just stood there and watched as he cleared his throat. The limited light made it hard but he began reading out loud and kept going- Josslyn yelped as red light appeared as the red lines began to light up and the lit up parts slowly began to connect and straighten as she watched wide eyed and Trever continued to speak in that strange language as he kept going and going and going as the red lines formed a glowing red circle-....And then something busts through it. That made Trever finally squeal as well and tumble back as a clawed hand reached through the portal and both could only watch wide eyed as the limb slowly moved around touching the floor around the circle before suddenly gripping the floor just as another limb poked itself through and both watched in wide eyed horror as the arms pulled through a-...Pink...Fluffy....Mane?? What looked like a ....poodle? Poked their head up and through the hole until half their body was through and both stared at a....Cute...Poodle....Werewolf?? In turn the thing stared back at them blinking as the hole's spaces was mostly filled up by her massive fluffy ears as she blinked and her multiple eyes looked around the room before landing on him again and pointing.

"Who are you?", asked a girly voice which finally made him blink.

"Uh-....I w-wha-"

"You're definitely not my daddy," She (sounded and looked like a she) said before raising a brow and pointed one of her arms at him. "But you do kinda looked like him. He's usually the only one to really call me for anything, Silly! You must've gotten the spell wrong! Hehe!"

Both of them looked at each other before looking back to the pink werewolf poodle thing in front of them before Trever cleared his throat and pushed himself back up, patting himself down before speaking. "N-No. We didn't. We were actually looking for the one they call Vanilla."

"That's me!," she confirmed tilting her head at him curiously. "Why? ...Who are you?"

Trever opened his mouth..before closing it and looking at Josslyn who shoed him off. With a deep inhale he slowly looked back to the blinking girl before answering.

"Y-You don't know me b-but...My name is Trever."

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He should've been sleeping. Or maybe eating. Or maybe even spending time with Miracle but now. SHE had summoned him again and like the loyal servant he was he answered her call, meeting her in secret borrowing Hatchet's attic for a moment to have their conversation. But what he wasn't expecting was to be handed three small pictures each with some kind of demon on them with one command.

"Tomorrow the three of them will be in the Wild District at the home of Werewolves. You're busy but send others to destroy them."

He had looked to her not really in confusion but nodded. "Of course. But who are they?"

"Who they are doesn't matter. They're spawn of the dealmaker known as the Radio Demon and must be destroyed if your family is to remain safe. Can I count on you to clear the way?"

"Of course I can."

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