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northboreas · 6 days ago

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Highlights from TGWDLMR's Final Countdown stream for those who missed it:

- The stream began with more behind the scenes interviews + some bloopers, with people like Paul Gabriel, James Tolbert, and Juliet Park speaking about TGWDLM.

- Nick Lang confirmed that there will be 16 Preformances for four weekends, doubling TGWDLM's run so everyone will get the chance to go see it. The show will be preformed in Los Angeles at the El Portal!

- Q&A time! First question was "What does the blue slime in TGWDLM taste like?" and the Langs said "It tastes like terror, horror, absolute divinity & godhood."

- "So like a wildberry celsius." - Matt Dahan

- Nick and Matt confirmed they've had many ideas for Charlotte Sweetly NMT stories. Most notably one where Charlotte kills the president and it's revealed she's always been an undercover assassin that CCRP experimented on. Hoooooly shit.

- "Every single character down to the Greenpiece Girl has a story written for them."

- To the question of would Ted commit to Charlotte if he was ever asked, Joey Richter said "Yes. 100%. Ted's whole arc in TGWDLM is realizing, 'Oh shit, I love this woman.'" Nick then confirmed that Charlotte wouldn't want or reciprocate that commitment.

- "How does Pete get infected in TGWDLM?" "When he had JUST spoken to Steph for the first time, he goes to beanies, gets his hot chocolate, drinks it, and dies. OR. Steph and Pete are walking to school together, Steph dies right in front of him, and then he dies."

- When asked about what happened to Steph's mom, Nick and Matt alluded to how Solomon Lauter had used The Black Book to become the Major, and that "The price for making a deal like that would be the thing you love most."

- The Langs know who Lex's father is, It's no one we've met yet. But they said Lex wouldnt be happy with the answer.

- "Does Ted regret becoming a sleezeball?" "I think Ted regrets everything about his life."

- "Who's your favorite LiB?" Matt and Paul said Pokey, Joey said Tinky, Lauren said Nibbly, & the Langs also said Nibbly because of a story they wrote that they havent shared yet.

- "The Lords in Black are immortal, and so they never gain wisdom. They're petulant children. Spoiled, petulant, everlasting children." - The Langs talking about the LiB.

- Nick lang has never heard of Ao3, but apparently Joey Richter has

- SAGE CAMEO !! DIANE CAMEO !! NEMO CAMEO !!!! SO MANY CAMEOS BECAUSE ITS THE FINALE !!!

- Mariah Rose Faith did 7 canonballs before joining the stream

- After more people joined they did tarot readings for the cast & for people in the chat! (If you're seeing this, Happy Birthday Elliott Bang!)

- Most notably: Corey Dorris got The Hunter [Max], The Alchemist [Hidgens], and The Fool [Ted]

- Matt Lang got The Watcher with a Thousand Eyes [Blinky], The Witch [Miss Holloway], and The King in Black [Wiggly]

- Nick Lang got The Collector [Sherman], The Merchant [Frank], The Man in Great Haste [Man in a Hurry!]

- Joey got The Artist [Ziggy], The Blade of Truth [General MacNamara], and The Father [Bill]

- "Lauren, I've got something I need to tell you, I'm pregnant” -Joey Richter out of context

- Nick Lang also pointed out that Corey got the Ted card for his reading and Joey pulled the Bill card. Billted shippers how are you feeling?

- Last but not least, some (paraphrased) writing advice from the Langs:

- "Tell your story to as many people as you can, you'll work out the issues as you tell it. An audience is the other half of the process. Without an audience, your story isnt done. When you show others, you might realize your work is better than you think it is."

- "If you want to be a writer, you actually have to write. When we were growing up, we never put pen to paper. Every single writer has to go through that period of knowing they'll never know what theyre doing until they actually do it, you have to try. You'll eventually figure it out. The sooner you can start, the better."

- We ended the campaign by counting down the last seconds, and we managed to raise 642k, with 9,575 backers. It has been a joy and an honor to have watched this project get funded in real time and to see everyone's excitement for TGWDLM's return.

- Thank you to everyone who donated, and thank you to Starkid for continuing to do insanely cool things. The apotheosis is officially upon us!

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 22 days ago

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butterflygirl738 (3)

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, power imbalance, sickness, medical bills, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You love butterflies and your mother, but life isn’t that simple. As life gets complicated, and expensive, you find yourself in need and an unexpected miracle presents itself.

Characters: Steve Rogers (CEO/Sugar Daddy)

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Asking for more or putting ‘part 2?’ is not feedback.

Love you all. You are appreciated and your are worthy. Treat yourself with care. 💖

You stand behind the dumpster. Frozen. The world stacks on your chest. The bills, the doctors, your managers, the butterflies... Everything, from big to small. All of it feels insurmountable. You don’t think you can go on much longer. Not like this. Not on your own.

This is something. Help. Are you too hopeful? Too desperate? So what if you are. This isn’t about your life, it’s about your mom’s.

How many nights have you laid away dreaming of an easy out. Of any crumb of help. Of some sort of relief. This might not be it but you can’t just wave it away.

You click the link. It prompts you to install WhatsApp. You pace in circles as you wait for the pubic wi-fi to download the app. When that’s done, you’re redirected to add a contact; ‘S’. Hm. Mysterious.

You accept and a message blips up.

‘Can I call?’

Your heart jumps. You’re doing this. Doing what? It’s a call. You shake your head and send a thumbs up. Stop shaking.

The call pops up, chiming from the speakers. You fumble and answer, mindless noises squeaking from your throat. You steady the phone and peek out around the bins. Another car draws up to the window.

“Hello? Everything okay?” The deep voice startles you.

You grip the cell and clear your throat, “sorry, I... I never used this before.”

“Hm, that’s alright,” he assures. His timbre is calm and even. That’s so soothing.

“Uh, hi?” You say awkwardly and retreat to hide again. “Um...”

Silence radiates from the speaker. He sniffs.

“Um, how are the butterflies?” He asks.

You blink and look back and forth. “My butterflies?”

“Sure, they come out yet?”

“Oh, uh... no...”

You chew your lip. He doesn’t sound like your typical watcher. You get those aesthetic blogs with girly moodboards or crafting how-tos. He’s a man. And he sounds older. Not old, just older than you.

“Right,” he takes a deep breath. “Look, I’m thinking right now and I don’t think this is something we should talk about over the phone.”

“Huh? Oh?” You sputter in confusion. “Sure. Erm. Thank you.” You put your hand to your chest. “You’re very generous but if you changed your mind--"

“No, I haven’t,” he says firmly. “What I want to say I would like to say to you. In person.”

You laugh, more out of surprise than amusement. “Well, uh, that’s... no, I don’t know. I live... in the middle of nowhere. That’s not possible.”

“I’ll come to you.” He insists.

You stop shuffling around and hum. He’s quiet as you think. Obviously, it’s not smart to meet strangers on the internet.

“You pick the place. Neutral ground.” He suggests.

“Well, you know, I have two jobs and I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” You wiggle your nose awkwardly and cringe. “I should really give you that money back.”

“Keep it.” He says. “I’m willing to negotiate. I’ll give you access to my location so you know where I am. Everything’s on the up and up.”

“Oh, oh,” you eke out nervously. Your mom would be screaming at you. What did I tell you about the internet? But that was when you were young. Just a teenager. You’re an adult now.

“There’s another ten on the table if you just talk.” He offers.

You nearly trip. You let out and oop and catch yourself on the dumpster. The smell of the contents adds to the roiling of your stomach.

“Ten?” You murmur.

“Ten grand.”

“How-- oh, that’s a lot of money.”

“I’d pay more.”

That statement takes your breath away. You look down at your beaten up sneakers. You ground your heel into the ground.

“But why?”

“Like I said, I want to discuss it face-to-face,” he says. “It doesn’t feel right like this so... you send me the location where you want to meet. Send me a date and time. And check the chat.”

“Pardon?” You utter.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he says abruptly as something scuffs on his end. “I gotta go.”

He hangs up. You stand stunned in silence. You pull the phone away from your face and look down at the screen. Another link. You tap it without a second thought. Shoot, you probably shouldn’t have.

The browser opens a page; a notice at the bottom that says the app work better. Just another thing to download. Above the banner is a map and a flashing dot. You squint and zoom in.

Your brow furrows. You make a goofy face and scoff. New York? Oh wow.

You quickly exit out of all the windows and put your phone away. You inhale and let it out slow. You slink out from behind the dumpsters and head towards home. You’ll take your time and think. You always enjoyed a nice walk, especially when your mom came along.

🦋

“Whatcha thinking of, pie?” Your mom asks suddenly.

You lift your head and open your eyes. You barely remember sitting down. Even just getting home. After back-to-back shifts, you’re worn out. You feel like a sheet hanging in the sun. Each day that hollowness grows.

“Oh, nothing,” you lie. You think of the only thing you’ve been able to think of for the last day.

She nods but you can see she doesn’t buy it. You shrug and clasp your hands together. “Just work. They’re cutting back on labour for the summer.”

“That’s too bad,” she says. “I’m sure you’ll still get hours.”

But not enough...

“I put out an application at the computer reseller,” you say. “But he didn’t seem very impressed. Maybe the coffee place? Couple hours in the morning.”

“Oh, honey,” your mom frowns. “You need a break. You’re always working.”

“I’m fine, mom,” you say.

No, you’re tired. You’re exhausted to the bone and yet when you lay down at night, you can’t sleep. All you can do is lay there and think about doom. About how it’ll be your fault when she dies.

You stand up suddenly at that thought. You try not to let it in. You shudder and cross the room.

“Pie?” Her voice piques with alarm.

“Sorry, mom, I don’t know... I just... I feel like I forgot something,” you shake off the tension. Or try to.

“Ha, I know that feeling,” she says. “While you’re up...”

“Tea?” You offer. She nods. “Alright.”

You go into the kitchen. You flip on the electric kettle and grip the edge of the counter. You lean on it and hang your head. You suck back a wave of tears. You will never forgive yourself if you don’t do everything you possibly can to save her.

You wait until the click. You pour hot water over the ginger and lemon tea bag and take it out to your mom. “It’s hot.” You put it on a coaster. “I remembered what I forgot.”

“Oh?” She wonders.

“I didn’t talk to the building manager about the water. The bathroom sink is still spitting out rust.”

“Ah, right,” she nods.

“I won’t be long,” you say. “I’m just going to fill out a form and leave it in the slot.”

“Be safe,” she calls after you.

You swipe up your phone and hurry to the door. As you step into the hall, guilt scalds around your neck. You don’t lie to your mom. Ever. She doesn’t need anything else to worry about.

You head downstairs. It’s not really a lie if you make it true. You grab one of the forms from the building office and take it with you outside. You fold it up and tuck it in your pocket. You’ll put it in tomorrow morning before work.

You follow your phone signal down the street. Finally, a network pops up. The overpriced knick knack boutique has free wi-fi, who would have guessed?

Self-awareness sets in. You look around the dark streets. You open up WhatsApp. You think, biting the tip of your tongue as you do.

It has to be somewhere far from home but not too far that you can’t get there. And it has to be between the appointments and work. Ugh. Okay. You got it.

You type in the place and time. A week isn’t too soon? He’s probably busy. He sounds important. You can only guess. You don’t know anything about him. That’s a sobering realisation but you already hit send.

The reply chimes loudly in the quiet night. That’s quick.

‘I’ll be there.’

Simple. To the point. A complete answer that answers nothing at all. What are you doing?

🦋

You place the coffee on the table and sit. You stare at the dark brew. It’s the cheapest size and roast, but that flicker of guilt remains. You could use that two bucks for something better. Even after that generous donation, you’re still in the red.

You check your phone quickly. The last message was about an hour ago. ‘We’re still good?’ and you confirmed. ‘See ya then’.

You cross one foot over the other, your toe wiggling anxiously. You watch the brim of the cup. You put your phone next to it and look out the window. A woman passes by with her stroller and another child dancing around at her side. You smile.

You sit back and check the clock above the counter. Each number is a coffee bean. It’s cute.

The place is busy. The door jingles between the voices of customers and employees. The grind of the machines and puffs of steams are near constant.

You chose the place deliberately. Partly out of embarrassment. You didn’t want to meet him at a chain place. You thought he might judge you for that. Well, you are begging for money online. It doesn’t really matter.

You put your hands on the side of the mug. The warmth does not comfort you. Your stomach is tangling in on itself. You should have got tea. You don’t know if you can handle caffeine right now.

The clock ticks past the hour. He’s late. That’s alright. He doesn’t know the town. He could be lost. You could check his location... no, you haven't dared to do that. It feels like a violation.

Or this could all be a cruel joke. You cringe. Did you just waste your own time?

It’s only two minutes.

A kid jostles by your table and your chair jerks as their toe catches. They sprawl over the floor and their mother shrieks their name. You get up and kneel by the lanky third grader.

“Woah, you okay?” You ask as he sits up and rubs his elbow.

“Oweee,” he grimaces.

“Are you bleeding?”

“No,” he pouts. “I’m okay.”

“Here,” you offer your hand.

You help him up. His mom comes over in a huff. “Liam!”

“He’s okay,” you say. “Just a bruise.”

“Oh, thanks. I’m so sorry about him.” She sends him the mom eyes.

“It’s fine. He’s just a kid.”

She harrumphs and grabs Liam by the arm, “come on. You can wait to have your cookie.”

You back up and turn to the table. Your coffee sloshed in the chaos and a puddle surrounds the base. You go to grab napkins from the counter. As you mop up the mess, a chair scrapes. You look up as a blond man stands. He picks up the tall mug and heads in your direction.

“Here,” he opens his hand as he approaches. “I’ll throw that out for you.”

You stare at him in confusion. You recognise his voice. You hand over the wadded napkin dumbly and gape. He brushes by and goes to toss the bunched tissue.

He returns and gestures to your seat. You sit and he puts his cup across from yours. “You need a refill?”

You shake your head. He sits and pushes his shoulders wide. You watch him. You remember him coming in. He’s hard to miss. Tall, broad shoulders, neat hair, and a pair of dark aviators. He wears jeans and a sage linen button-up.

“I’m sorry,” he begins. “I was watching you.” He looks around. “Can never be too sure who you meet on the internet.”

You nod. “Wait... how do you know it’s me?”

He looks down and points at your wrist. “You wore that in a video. You were showing of that monarch and I remember the bracelet.”

You look at the charm dangling from your wrist. You blink.

“Right,” you say.

“You know, most people wouldn’t have been so helpful with that kid.” He says.

“Oh, uh, stuff happens. No one was hurt,” you shrug and twine your fingers together. “Um...”

“So...” he fills the void. “Do I call you butterflygirl738 or do you prefer something else?”

You give a tight-lipped smile. You’re here. He’s here. No going back now.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #au #marvel #mcu #captain america #avengers #butterflygirl738

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springismss · 26 days ago

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ᱬ⛧ baby mine 2.0 ~ s. todoroki

sum: how would shoto feel about becoming a father? here's a little month-by-month on how things would feel/go.

pairing: husband! shoto todoroki x wife! reader

content: sfw - established relationship, pregnancy, just an overview. fluffy and sweet. epilogue spoilers of shoto’s hero position for anime only watchers/those not caught up on the manga/new fans.

a/n: oh hey, i'm finally back after my first week of training at my new job with a work i've been doing when i come home. this is just a little rewrite of baby mine which i posted a good few years ago, but i feel like this is a good follow-up to perfect as well (both of which will be linked below). as always, likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated.

word count: 2.1k

links: bnha/mha masterlist | baby mine | perfect | masterlist

The air felt thick as you paced back and forth, chewing on your fingernail as you looked at the object on the bathroom countertop. You should be used to this feeling, but you still felt the same antagonising dread at what you would see. And much like every other time, you prayed that this one would be different.

The sound of the timer going off brought you out of your little ritual, feet bringing you to a stop in front of the object. Maybe you should leave it, pretend this wasn't happening once again and throw the stupid thing away. You knew what you were about to see, a sight all too familiar these past few years.

Taking a shaky breath, you reached forward and grabbed hold of the object, hand shaking slightly as you stalled for a moment. This was like every other time, so why were you feeling more anxious this time? Deciding it was best to get it over and done with, you quickly turned the object over, only to be met with the words you never thought would appear for you ever again.

‘Pregnant 3+’

Holding back a sob, you gripped the counter to ground yourself. This had to be a joke, right? A faulty test. Something just to get your hopes up before it was cruelly ripped away from you again. You didn't think you had it in you to go through that again.

A sudden knocking on the door brought you to your senses as you quickly wiped your eyes, hoping to catch any stray tears that had begun to fall. "(y/n)? Are you okay? You've been there a while this time". Of course, they were worried; you could tell by how they sounded.

Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you turned and walked towards the door, placing your hand on the handle and opening it with a small click. You looked up, taking in the person in front of you, the person who was just as worried as you were.

Shoto Todoroki - your husband and the current number two pro hero.

"Sorry my love, it took a little longer than I thought. I couldn’t find the towels…”. The look on his face told you that he knew exactly what you had been doing. Your ever attentive husband always knew when you were up to something, especially when it come to something like this.

It was no secret, that despite his past, both you and Shoto wanted to expand your family with a child of your own. A child that would no doubt be showered with love and given a childhood the pro never had a chance to have.

"So, tell me...". More tears slipped down your cheeks as you tried to hold back another sob, unable to find the right words to say. Shoto, used to the heartbreak as well, sighed out, crushed that yet another attempt, to him, had been unsuccessful. "It's okay, there's always next time".

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him as he ran his hand through your hair. Trying to soothe you in one of the best ways he could. He knew it wasn't much, but it was the best he could do. Feeling powerless, even as your husband was a gut-wrenching feeling

"Sho, I'm pregnant". He looked at your teary eyes in shock as your words slowly began to sink in, looking down at your outstretched hand that held the test. A big smile tugging at his lips as he cupped your face, kissing you softly.

♡ Month 2 ♡

The feeling of being on cloud nine never left for you both, although Shoto was slightly wary. Sure his relationship with his father was slowly getting better but due to his childhood and upbringing, he was always left second-guessing himself.

What if he fucked up? What if he didn't fall into the role of being a father? Those questions stayed at the back of his mind, regardless of how much he pushed them aside. "Shoto, I still can't believe we're going to be parents".

Looking down at your belly, you smiled and rubbed your hand over your still soft stomach. As the days passed, it felt more like a dream. Sure, you'd suffered with the morning sickness, the bouts of fatigue, but you knew it would be worth it in the end. "We can't wait to see you, little one!".

The dual-haired male looked at you and smiled. He knew you'd support him in this journey, his past couldn't define how he was as a dad. Only he could, and with you by his side, he knew you would always cheer him on.

♡ Month 3 ♡

A blank screen greeted the two of you as you both entered a room, exchanging greetings with the sonographer.

Today was the day the two of you would get to see your child for the first time. Various 'what ifs' ran through your mind as you gripped Shoto's hand. His eyes looking into yours in a silent promise everything would be okay. He knew you wouldn’t be able to handle another heartbreak.

Laying yourself down, you got comfortable and closed your eyes as you waited for a sign that everything was fine. That the life growing inside you was still there and stronger than ever. The lump in your throat growing dangerously until you heard it.

Ba-bump. Ba-bump.

That small sound made you open your eyes, tears lining your waterline as you saw the tiny life on the screen. A slight squeeze of your hand drew your attention to Shoto, his eyes shining as he looked at your child.

"A perfectly happy and healthy baby. Such a strong heartbeat already".

Both of you smiled at each other, the tears finally slipping down the sides of your face as you took in the image. The lump that had been there moments ago was slowly disappearing as you gazed at the screen.

♡ Month 4 ♡

A small bump had begun to appear on you, your body finally starting to show the presence of the small life you were carrying. Your hand never left your bump whenever you had the time to touch it. "I guess I look kind of pregnant now".

Looking down, you smiled and wrapped your arms around your husband, your eyes meeting his before you closed yours slightly, falling into a much-needed sleep.

Gazing over you, then down to where you were starting to swell, Shoto’s eyes flashed in slight worry before returning to normal, gently placing a hand on yours, careful not to wake your sleeping form.

He wasn't going to lie, he was scared. Scared of what was to come and the type of father he'd be. No one could blame him, not even you, but you'd support him no matter what.

♡ Month 5 ♡

Facing the ultrasound screen again, the pair of you chatted amongst yourselves, having the odd argument about the gender of your child. Of course, you didn't mind what you were having, but it was nice to have a little friendly bet on who would be right.

The small image of your child appeared on the screen again as your hearts began thumping in disbelief, the high you felt gazing on the small life never leaving. Everything was perfect and normal, even seeing what looked like a small wave or two.

"Now, would you like to know the gender?". You both looked at each other, nodding with a smile. It might have seemed like a stupid question, one that others would most likely say no to, but to you and Shoto, it would mean you would get to prepare for what was to come.

"Well, I can tell you both, you're having a perfectly healthy baby-".

♡ Month 6 ♡

Clothes. Toys. Essentials.

You name it, it began to pile up as you started to finally prepare properly for the arrival of your child. Emotions had began to run high, and if it wasn't floods of tears, it was hot tempers. Your hormones weren't helping you whatsoever, as the slightest thing would set you off.

Shoto walked into the bedroom to find you curled up on the bed, a small baby grow hugged to your chest as you sobbed. In an obvious panic, he ran over and held you close to him after he sat down. "Hey, baby, what's wrong?".

That sentence, despite coming from a good place, made you cry harder, muffled sobbing sounding against his chest.

Turns out you were emotional over the fact that a small baby could fit into that piece of clothing.

♡ Month 7 ♡

Shoto's family gushed over you continually, making sure you were safe and comfortable whenever you visited them with Shoto.

Fuyumi and Rei would excitedly touch your bump, asking a variety of questions. Gossiping and sharing stories of how Shoto was as a baby, some making you laugh at your husband’s embarrassment.

Natsuo would spend time with Shoto, casually talking about life with his younger brother. Especially how he was feeling regarding the upcoming arrival and, despite not being a father himself, encouraging him to enjoy the years ahead.

Enji, on the other hand, would sit back and watch on. Taking in the buzz around him with a somewhat contented smile on his face. He still has a bit of a way to go before he could be a part of the family unit.

♡ Month 8 ♡

Things became more painful and tiring for you as your body ached. You wanted nothing more than for the heavy feeling to go and have your baby in your arms. Showering them with all the cuddles and kisses you could manage. "(y/n), it won't be long now, I promise".

You looked up a little and smiled, the overwhelming tiredness visible on your face. He hated not being able to help you, take away the pain you felt, the uneasiness, but most of all the worry. The worry that something was going to go wrong, regardless of you both making it this far.

Resting a hand on your swollen belly, you felt the strong movements as you hummed out. Taking hold of your husband's hand, you rested it on the place you had your hand moments ago, just in time to feel a kick.

"I hope so, Shoto. I just want to meet our little one".

♡ Month 9 ♡

A new cry pierced the silence of the room, ringing loud and clear as you gripped onto Shoto. The two of you smiled as tears slipped down your faces. The emotions you felt finally crashed through you at once. "You did it (y/n)! I'm so proud of you".

Shoto placed soft kisses on your dazed face as a small bundle was placed into your arms. The baby moved around slightly, settling down on the softness of its mother's skin, beginning its first feed. Eyes opening slightly before shutting, suckling away.

"White hair with red tips, gorgeous blue eyes. She's definitely a Todoroki".

You looked up as Shoto sat down beside you, giving a tired smile as you nodded your head. The past months had been a whirlwind. Despite the tiring time you’d just been through and the way your body ached, this moment made it worth every single second.

♡ The first year ♡

The tiring nights. The endless amount of changes and feeds.

Shoto couldn't deny it; it was hard. Really hard. He constantly second-guessed himself, and he didn't feel like he was good enough. Even during those doubtful times, you encouraged him as his biggest supporter, be that through words or actions, you always made sure he was okay.

Things became slightly easier, and cuddles and kisses became more frequent as your daughter grew. New milestones and wonders greeted you all. Even Shoto's family adored their niece and granddaughter. Especially Enji, who took his time, taking great care not to mess up this time around.

Then came the words.

The day she said "Dada".

Shoto sat crying. Normally, he wasn't one for showing emotion, but the moment she said that, he couldn't hold back. From the moment he found out you were finally pregnant to the first time holding his beautiful daughter, he couldn't believe he could be a dad, yet he was such a perfect dad to this little girl who couldn't help but adore the very ground he walked on.

Picking her up, he gently rocked the small girl as her eyes slowly closed, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

"I've got you, princess. Daddy will keep you safe. I'll always be your number one hero, no matter what happens".

permanent tags; @ani-net

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 2 months ago

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Expect The Unexpected

Pairing: Eddie Brock/Venom x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: oral (m&f recieving), some praise, restraint via tentacle, implied overstimulation, multiple orgasms- I think that's it

Genre: Smut, it's smut

Summary: Reading minds makes people much more predictable so of course you're intruiged when the voice inside someone's head is nothing like you've encountered before

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I don't even understand why we are here Eddie!

Your head snaps around the crowded club you're in. Usually you have no issue blocking out other voices in busy places. If you couldn't, you'd never be able to leave your house as a mind reader. But for some reason, you can hear a gravely voice in someone's head somewhere in this building.

It's too loud in here.

Focus. Where is it coming from? Whose internal voice sounds like that? You have to find the source. Sounds like it's coming from near the bar maybe?

You are infuriating!

It feels like you're hearing half of an actual conversation, but that's not how inner voices work. These have to be someone's thoughts- but why does he speak as though he expects a response? All the other voices sound so normal, you can't tell who he's even expecting to respond to him.

You listen harder, wait for the voice to speak again, several minutes and nothing. Dammit.

"Babes! I'm gonna get another drink, do you want anything?" You ask your friend Layla.

"Uh- no I'm good." She doesn't even look at you, her gaze is focused on, something across the room. A group of guys.

"It's a bachelor party. Girlfriend, girlfriend, that one's the bachelor, the one in the corner is single, obviously doesn't wanna be here. You should talk to him if you're gonna go over there." You nudge her. Layla's well aware of your abilities and you use them a lot to talk about men when you're out like this.

"Obviously?" Layla frowns.

"Open your eyes girl, besides the three taken men everyone else over there is chatting up someone except him. This isn't his scene, he'd rather be at home... watching some docuseries on Star Wars."

"Star Wars?!"

"Oh don't be like that! He's cute, nerds are usually freaks and built like that there's no way he's not packing." You shrug.

"Y/n!" She gasps, laughing at your honesty.

"What?! It's true! And don't act like you're not thinking about it that's like the whole point of picking up a guy at a bar."

You're so crude sometimes." She shakes her head.

"You're the one looking over there, if you're interested, go talk to him. If not there's a guy over there who's your type and if he's got a girlfriend he's not thinking about her." You tell her.

"If I need a rescue-"

"You know I'll be there to get you out of it." You say. You grab her arm before she can walk away.

"And if you choose to go home with anyone, you let me know before you leave this bar." You warn her.

"Of course!" Layla nods.

"I'll be at the bar listening for your update."

The two of you split up then and you head to the bar. As you make your way through throngs of people you listen out for possible matches for your mystery inner voice. At the bar there are a few folks sitting on the stools, nursing their chosen poison and you find an empty spot to take up.

"Hey darling, what can I get ya?" The bartender asks.

"I'll have a vodka cran please babes." You tell her.

"Coming up." She nods. You turn to the man next you, sipping an amber liquid and occasionally looking over his shoulder at other people around the room.

"What're you drinking?" You ask him. He looks down at his almost empty glass and then turns to you.

"Jack and coke." He says.

"You big on people watching?"

"What?"

"Just- you seem pretty sedentary here. Usually barflies are people watchers." You shrug.

"I'm just having a drink."

"You gettin another one of those Eddie or are we closing out?" The bartender asks as she slides your drink towards you.

"Yeah I think I'm done Di, close me out." He says.

Wait- Eddie? Did she just call him Eddie? That's the name the mysterious inner voice used. Does that mean that voice came from this guy?!

"Eddie, she called you?" You hum.

"That's my name." He says.

You're being rude Eddie.

Butt out V

She's pretty, I like this one.

Wait- there are two voices! He has two voices? That talk to each other? What's going on here?

That's not why we're here man.

It seems like you just came here to drink which we could have done AT HOME. Talk to her.

What? No.

If I have to put up with the noise and crowd, so you can drink, the least you could do is talk to the pretty girl!

"My name's y/n. Pleasure to meet you." You smile. You have to know more about this strange phenomenon.

I want her Eddie.

She's not a toy Venom.

She's ovulating.

"Dude?" Eddie says this out loud, you're sure he didn't mean to. You're also surprised that the gravelly voice he's arguing with was able to notice you're ovulating.

"Dude?" You blink at him.

"Uh- nothing. Excuse me. I- was clearing my throat."

"What an odd way to clear your throat." You chuckle.

I can smell it on her Eddie. She wants to-

SHUT UP. You're being crude and we don't even know this girl

Well it's not like she can hear me

How lucky she is.

You have to fight the snicker in your throat at that.

"You here by yourself?" He asks. You're surprised he asked a question. Is the other voice... Venom? - actually convincing him to engage with you?

"Ah I came with a friend but she found herself different company." You smile.

Taking the bachelor party boy home tonight!

Layla's voice rings in your head. Good for her. Honestly, you're glad, you'd feel too guilty to leave with your own prey if she didn't have a target too.

"Are you after the same?" Eddie asks.

Oooo good one!

"If good company is to be found." You sip your drink.

"Yeah? How's that going?"

"Well, someone's definitely caught my attention. Still figuring out if he's as interesting as I hope."

"Oh yeah?" He hums.

"Mhm. What about you? Are you here alone?"

"Yeah. For now."

"Waiting on someone?" You ask.

"No but, I think I've stumbled upon some good company of my own." He smirks, hiding it behind his glass.

"Have you, now?"

"I think so."

I think she likes us Eddie! How do we take her home?

Venom, please.

What? We are taking her home aren't we?

I don't know. You're jumping ahead man.

But the point is to take her home. Isn't that what you humans do here?

It's not that black and white V

Her body wants to-

Venom, behave

You want to laugh again. Whoever or whatever Venom is, he's incredibly funny. And the back and forth you hear from him and Eddie feels like watching a sitcom episode.

"I hope this isn't too bold but I find you very attractive Eddie." You tell him.

"Oh- thank you."

Compliment her back!

"You're also very attractive."

"You came here alone, and don't seem all that interested in socializing, so can I ask what you're escaping?" You ask. Eddie chuckles.

"Everything I guess." He shrugs.

"Sounds rough." You muse.

"You have no idea."

DON'T UPSET HER!

"I'm happy to help you forget it all, at least for a while, if you'd like me to."

YES!

Dude don't yell

TAKE HER OFFER EDDIE!

What did I just say man?

"Eddie?" You prompt. You figure if you don't interrupt, he and Venom will continue going back and forth without ever actually making a decision.

"Sorry, lost in thought." He says with a wry smile.

You owe her an answer!

"What does forgetting it all look like with you, y/n?"

"I've got a few ideas, but they mostly require us to get outta here." You say.

"I live down the block." He tells you.

YEEESSSS

"Lead the way then," you lean towards him with a slight smirk on your face "Eddie."

Let's GO!

Eddie jerkily rises from his bar stool and grabs your hand, pulling you through the crowd.

Venom chill you have to let me do the moving or you'll freak her out.

You move SLOW

I move normally. You make us move like we're a broken robot

FINE! Just get us home.

You chuckle to yourself as they bicker while walking you out of the club, but you also note Eddie told Venom not to move them? What is Venom? Why can he control Eddie's body? If he can do that then- it's more than just having another voice in his head. Could it be DID? Occam's razor would tell you to assume yes.

It takes about five minutes to walk to Eddie's apartment, and once inside you grab his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss. He places his hands on your hips, matching your intensity as you stumble through the apartment.

Hey buddy, bedroom please.

With pleasure!

You barely break the kiss as Eddie, or Venom rather, leads you down the halls until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed. You rotate the both of you, and shove Eddie down onto the bed. You climb into his lap and trail your lips down to his neck, planting hickeys along his throat.

You undo his belt and drop to your knees in front of him. You watch his face as you pull his dick out of his pants, wrapping your hand around the base of him and squeezing lightly. He takes in deep breath and you drag your tongue along the length of him.

Holy-

She looks like she's going to eat you alive haha

You wrap your lips around his tip, because if you don't you'll laugh at Venom's words. You bob your head up and down varying the speed based on his reactions. Eddie is mostly breathy moans as you suck him off.

"Fuck you're good." He groans.

I want to taste her Eddie

Dude buzz off

But Eddie!

Venom you are an 8 foot alien, you cannot come out! And quit distracting me dammit

You're no FUN!

How many times do I have to tell you

I'm the reason we brought her home in the first place, it's not fair!

I'm not having this conversation with you right now. And I'm not telling this beautiful woman that an alien lives inside me and wants to fuck her.

An alien? What the hell?

You stand up and take off your clothes. Eddie follows your lead and shucks off his t-shirt and jeans. Eddie adjusts his position so that there's enough room between his legs for you when he pulls you closer to him by your hips.

"I have to taste you." He breathes out. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and buries his tongue between your folds. He groans at the taste of you flooding his senses as he explores you with his mouth. You tangle your fingers into his hair trying to steady yourself while he explores your cunt. He practically drinks you and rather loudly and you love every pass of his tongue against you.

She must taste amazing.

Venom

You won't let me out to play but you can't keep me from commenting

Don't be petty man

I am not being petty, I'm just... hungry

Like actually hungry or is this still about her?

The girl Eddie, I mean for the girl.

Hey now, she has a name.

You're impressed he's able to maintain an internal conversation while he eats you out. He's even holding you still, keeping you from squirming as his tongue pulls you closer and closer to the edge. Eddie focuses his attention on your clit and soon, with a loud whine your orgasm hits you.

"You taste so fucking good." Eddie groans.

"Thanks." You chuckle. You drop your leg from his shoulder to straddle him. As much as you want to ride him, you can't let your curiosity rest until you have some answers on Venom.

"I have to ask you something Eddie." You say.

"What is it?"

"Who- or what, is Venom?" You ask. He jolts back, nearly shoves you out of his lap actually.

"W-what?"

"Relax okay, I, I can read minds. You've been talking to someone in your head since we were in the bar. You call the other voice Venom and it seems to have it's own thoughts, and feelings, and opinions- you even argue. I am very curious about it. I've been trying not to- focus on it but I'll admit he's a bit distracting."

HEY!

I don't think she's being rude pal

"I'm not!" You shake your head.

"What?" Eddie frowns.

"I'm not being rude. Sorry if I offended you Venom." You say.

She can hear me?

"Yes I can." You nod.

"And you've been able to hear him this entire time?" Eddie asks.

"Yes I have." You nod.

"I am- so sorry." Eddie blinks.

"Sorry? Why?"

"Well he's not been exactly... couth this evening."

"Oh I- I don't mind what he's been saying. He's kind of funny."

Funny? She likes me Eddie!

Not for long

HEY!

"You're bickering again." You smile.

"Sorry- he's basically an annoying roommate I can't get away from."

That is rude Eddie

Oh shut up

She wants to know who I am, let me meet her

No fucking way

Why not? She can read minds I'm sure she doesn't spook easy and if she tries to run I can always eat her.

"Eat me?"

"He's kidding, he's not gonna eat you- shit- you really can hear him."

"Well yeah, did you not believe me?" You smile.

"It's- pretty unbelievable ya know."

Eddie!

Fine, you fucking nightmare, go on, introduce yourself.

FINALLY!

You're not quite sure what to make of Eddie's angry internal grumble but you don't get a chance to ask him about it. Inky black- something appears out of seemingly nowhere and starts to envelop Eddie. Your eyes widen as Eddie disappears and in his place a large black creature peers at you with huge semi-circles that you presume must be eyes.

If not for his arm wrapping around you, the abrupt difference in size between Eddie and Venom probably would've caused you to fall out of his lap.

"Hi." He smiles at you, revealing large sharp looking daggers for teeth

"Hi, you must be Venom." You say looking at him curiously. He seems to have a similar curiosity as he stares back at you.

"I am. Nice to meet you, y/n."

"Nice to meet you too." You smile.

"You're very pretty." He says.

"Thank you. May I touch you?" You ask softly.

"As much as you want."

Behave Venom!

Ah, so Eddie is still sentient even without being visible.

You reach a hand up and run it along his cheek. He's smooth, slick, cool to the touch, not quite cold or uncomfortable, almost like latex. His cheek even warms against your palm. He even seems to lean into your touch a bit.

"Hm, smooth." You hum.

"Your hands are soft." Venom says. You trail your hand down, across his neck, over his chest.

Don't spook her!

Hey I think I'm being very controlled.

"And you're- an alien?" You ask him.

"Yes."

"Hm, curiouser and curiouser. And you... are attatched to Eddie?" You continue your path down his arm and find yourself wondering about the functionality of his very large muscles. Are they an asthetic choice? If he can hide within Eddie's body he clearly- has some control over how he looks, is it to intimidate people or is he superhumanly strong?

"Something like that yes." He nods.

"So you feel what he feels and see what he sees?"

"Mostly."

"You convinced Eddie to take me home, sorry if this is crude, but do you have sexual organs?" You ask. You're sitting in his lap, there's no way you wouldn't be able to feel if he had a dick and you can't see or feel anything that could suggest he has one.

"I can alter my form at will. Including the perfect appendage for your enjoyment." Venom pulls you closer to him and something shifts below you. You're pretty sure he's just- grown a penis?

"Oh my,"

"I'm happy to answer as many questions as you have little mind reader, but- I've been wanting to taste you since you sat next to us at the bar and I'm trying not to give Eddie reasons to get all upset about my 'behavior' but you smell intoxicating and I'm struggling to stay controlled here."

"I don't need you to stay controlled."

Whatever you're thinking of doing Venom, don't.

You heard her Eddie, she doesn't care!

She doesn't know you, you could break her!

I don't think she's that fragile Eddie.

She's not fragile you're freakishly strong with poor judgement of what's too much!

You place your hand on Venom's cheek to get his attention.

"Eddie is-"

"I know. I can hear you going back and forth. But I'm not made of glass."

"He thinks I will hurt you."

"Do you think you will?"

"No! I hope not." He deflates a little.

"I don't know you really but if you think you won't hurt me then I'll take your word for it." You tell him.

Control yourself Venom

"I'm an adult, just- let me tell you if it's too much." You say. You don't understand why Eddie is so concerned, and you hope you're not making the wrong choice by giving this very large and possibly dangerous alien basically free reign.

Venom takes a deep breath and suddenly you're on your back in the middle of the bed with Venom creeping up it. Black tentacles wind up and around your body and he opens his mouth wide to reveal a tongue larger than you've ever seen. It practically rolls out of his mouth and between your folds. You gasp. He glides the huge wet muscle heavily over your clit and your body tries to squirm but Venom's tentacles have practically immobilized you.

You groan and arch against his tongue as it rubs your bundle of nerves.

"Even better than I imagined." He grunts. Venom then slips his tongue inside you and the sudden intrusion makes you jolt, but as he stretches you across his snake like tongue you moan loudly. He uses it to explore your inner walls and each movement of it inside you is maddening, you can feel your orgasm creeping up on you.

"Oh god!" You cry, tossing your head back against the pillows. Tentatcles climb up your waist and wrap around your tits, circling your nipples, slow, agonizing, so contrasting to his tongue between your legs that your orgasm hits you. Hard. Your arm snaps up, and you grab the sheets, you writhe- or try to, Venom holds you in place. He's not done. He continues to work you, his tongue carressing your insides.

I want more from her

Don't overdo it

"God, Venom, please! Don't stop!" You pant, grinding against his tongue, chasing another orgasm, drowning in the pleasure.

She tastes so good

Venom continues using his tongue on you, making you cum again and again even after you lose count and your throat is sore from crying out.

V I think she needs a break, it's been over an hour!

Venom reluctantly pulls away from you. He tilts his head, trying to gauge if you truly did need a break. He hasn't had much experience with humans, he doesn't necessarily know their limits.

"Eddie thinks you need a break, are you okay?"

"I'm alright Venom." You smile at him.

Water Venom, get her water.

One of Venom's tentacles flies out of the room and returns a few moments later with a glass of water.

"Drink."

"Thank you." You chuckle taking a sip.

"You're very cute." Venom says.

"So are you." You pat his head.

"You think I'm cute?" Venom's big white eyes widen. Why does he seem so surprised?

"Very." You nod.

Eddie! She thinks I'm cute!

Yeah I heard buddy

I like her! We should keep her.

She's not a pet dude

But I want her to stick around!

I get that, but it's not just up to you, she may not want to see us again

NO!

"I want to keep you." Venom tells you.

Venom!

"Eddie's right you know, I'm not a pet. You can't cage me like a bird." You tell him.

"I don't want you to go."

"I will have to eventually, I have a home, and a job, and a life. But I can come see you again."

"Will you?"

"I'd love to." You nod.

"Then do."

Manners Venom.

"Please." He adds shyly.

"You two are ridiculous." You laugh. You're not sure what's in store for you when it comes to this guy and his alien companion but it's rare something really comes as a surprise to you these days, so you welcome the change.

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radfemsiren · 11 months ago

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🤍A basic rundown of my beliefs as a radical feminist 🤍

(I don’t represent every radical feminist, but these are usually the standard opinions you’ll find of many radfems. Hate or disagree with them, that’s fine! But know the truth of who I am and what I stand for beforehand)

- there are 2 sexes, the male sex is oppressing the female sex

- femicide, rape, child sex abuse, hijab laws, female genital mutilation, domestic labor, trafficking, war crimes, revenge porn, prostitution… women and girls around the world are being exploited, tortured, and killed because of this oppression, and it must end.

- female oppression is sex based oppression, meaning a woman can’t just identify out of her oppression (for example hijab laws)

- sex is biological and an immutable truth, gender is a social construct

- gender should be done away with because gender roles are male supremacist and result in women and girls being stereotyped, dehumanized, barred from education, safety, bodily autonomy, etc.

- defining women with anything other than biology is misogynistic and relies on stereotypes

- the biological differences between men and women must be acknowledged in order to effectively end patriarchal oppression

- radical feminism is getting to the root of female oppression (radical -> root)

- misandry is not real and is just an extension of misogyny (for example, “men are told not to cry!” Yes because women are seen as inferior and any trait associated with us is seen as degrading/emasculating for men. This is why there is no female equivalent to emasculation.)

- all current religions are patriarchal and made by men to exploit and control women

- access to abortion is a human right and should never be threatened, women are the creators of life and deserve to gatekeep it, as well as exercise full autonomy over our own bodies

- Using sexist gender roles to define yourself is giving these misogynistic stereotypes power (wearing makeup or dresses doesn’t make anyone less or more of a woman, this is misogyny)

- the beauty industry is patriarchal and exploits women, our bodies and our money

- sex work is not work, it’s always exploitation (consent can not be bought)

- the porn industry is patriarchal and relies on trafficking, coercion, and rape to function. It also conditions its watchers to be aroused by violence against women, and results in more real life consequences for women and girls

- women’s spaces and institutions must be protected. Women’s safety is more important than catering to male feelings

- marriage is a patriarchal institution made to exploit the domestic labor of women for her entire life

- BDSM/kink are patriarchal and only center the pleasure and well being of men.

- hookup culture is patriarchal and the risk to reward is not worth it for women to engage in it

- gender ideology is patriarchal and is a direct hindrance to female liberation (we can’t define ourselves or our oppressors, we can’t create spaces away from our oppressors, we can’t create laws and policy based on these definitions, people who are gender non conforming / have gender dysphoria are pressured to alter their bodies to conform to a rigid standard and become lifelong medical patients, etc)

- choice feminism and liberal feminism caters to conforming to patriarchal standards and institutions, and refuses to examine why women make choices under patriarchy

- women of color face oppression on the axis of our sex and race, men of color only face oppression on the axis of their race

- non white patriarchal institutions must be criticized: a mullah is just as dangerous to the liberation of women as a pastor is

- women should decenter the men in their lives just as men have done with women. That means prioritizing us! Engaging in women’s media, art, stories, fostering female communities and support networks, uplifting and empowering their sisters around the world

- being a radical feminist means consistently taking radical action, big or small, we all can do it! Go support a female artist, go donate menstrual products to a shelter, go tell off a man when you see him making a woman uncomfortable. We all can make a difference!

…My feminism focuses on criticism of Islam and middle eastern patriarchy, but there are radfems with many focuses/passions… some in eco feminism, some on uplifting Romani women, black women, neurodivergent women, women with disabilities, prostituted women… some are passionate about women’s sports, women’s art, women’s writing, women’s history, lesbian and bisexual women’s stories… everyone has their passion on here, so before you come to attack, just check out my blog and click around at the different profiles on this corner of the internet…. maybe we might not be the terrible witches you thought us to be. Or maybe we are, but witches are awesome so who cares lol

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moonchild9350 · 6 months ago

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Lavender Fields-Chapter 1: Different

Summary: you give an insight into your daily life within the lab, a place you've never left after being brought here by humans. life is mundane and repetitive, that is until you meet Hyunjin, your new lab technician.

Pairing: Hyunjin x humanoid!gn!reader

Genre: sci fi au, romance, au, angst, fluff, eventual smut

Word Count: 3.4k

Warning: verbal and brief physical abuse

Notes: welcome to the Lavender Fields series! I am pumped to release this series and embark on this journey with y'all :) I hope you enjoy the first chapter and as always, let me know what you think!

Taglist open-comment or message me to be added! (age must be in bio or pinned)

Series Summary: you, a humanoid from a different planet, was born within a lab here on earth in the near future, your days filled with servitude and testing within the labs to learn more about your kind as your kind are not able to feel emotion. you had nothing to look forward to until you met Hyunjin, a technician assigned to you. you learn much at his hands and invaluable lessons, enlightening your once purposeless life.

If you enjoyed, please consider a like, reblog, or comment as it keeps me motivated ♡

Divider by @cafekitsune

Series Masterlist

“Time to wake up!”

You open your eyes at the shrill sound of the cheery voice that is speaking over the loudspeaker signaling the start of another day. You sit up, and blink, clearing the sleep from your eyes before swinging your legs out of bed to get up.

The minimalist room is cold, the chill brushing against your skin in the early hours of the morning. You don’t mind, however, as you are made to withstand the cold.

You walk to the door and open it, merging into the crowd of people hurrying down the corridor. You follow the queue, all of you on your way to the the morning room, a place where you prepare for the day. It is quiet, no one around you utters a word, casting an almost eerie silence, with only the pitter patter of bare feet on the floor.

Once at your destination, a lady dressed in blue guides you to a stall, your daily outfit hanging from the partition that blocks off a changing area so you can dress in privacy.

There's a small mirror plastered on the wall, tiny cracks scattered throughout from years of age, but still usable nonetheless. You look at your reflection, your face puffy from sleep and eyes bloodshot. You tossed and turned last night as you kept being awakened by vivid images flashing across your mind leaving you in a panic.

You eyes travel down to the small engraving on the side of your neck that has been there since birth. It blends in perfectly with your skin, the intricate swirls almost looking like a tattoo.

Sighing, you grab the white garment from its hanger and slide it over your head, the scratchy material rubbing against your skin, the feeling almost akin to sandpaper. You don’t mind however, as you can’t tell since you’re not programmed to feel unlike most humans.

Once dressed, the lady fixes your hair, brushing the long strands that travel down your back and land at your tailbone. She ushers you out of the stall once done, ordering you to follow the others in line to your assigned work room.

You arrive in minutes, your desk set up with your task for the day. Today looks like you’re organizing testing supplies as there’s a haphazard pile of tubes, wires, and other things in the center of the desks.

Sitting down, you begin your work, keeping your eyes on your materials that are in front of you. It’s silent in the room as no one says a peep.

Watchers pace the rows with their hands behind their backs, their eyes trained on you and your peers, ensuring the job gets done appropriately.

If you mess up a task, they scold you but it makes no difference. You do not understand the meaning behind the words, not understanding why they scrunch their face up in a scowl, spitting words in your face as to what you did wrong and how useless you are.

The morning passes and you work until your stomach growls, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet room. You immediately put down your supplies as there’s the ring of a bell over the intercom, signaling it’s time to make your way to the lab.

You only get food after morning work and going to the lab, the humans claiming it’s a treat, a present for being obedient. That’s why you obeyed, completed your work, and let them experiment on you without complaints.

So is the life here within Biofuture labs.

-- --

You are y/n, from the planet Gevora, which is light years away from planet earth in which you now reside. You resemble the humans here on earth, the only difference being you are emotionless, as they were not needed on your home planet.

Your only home that you’ve ever known is Biofuture labs, a name you’ve seen many times on the doors you pass on a daily basis. You were born here, within the confines of this building, and taken away from your mother at age five, where you were put with the other children from your planet.

You don’t remember much about your mother, but then again you don’t remember much of anything of your past. Only that you are 25 years old and you have the number 032518 inscribed on your arm.

Your days are busy and long here within the lab, the technicians making sure no one is idle. Mornings are spent completing your assigned task, similar to a job, a concept you know of because of a description you read in a book.

Mid to late mornings are spent in the lab, your assigned lab technician running different tests on you, jotting down responses and results.

You’re not sure what they’re testing for, but you’ve noticed they take special interest in you for some reason, as they run extra tests on you, whispering to each other while staring at you all the while.

Today was no different. An orderly leads you to lab five, the typical space you spent every day in for testing. You walk into the empty space, your eyes roaming the area to take in your surroundings.

The walls are a ghostly white and there’s a table with two chairs in the center of the room. There’s nothing else present except for a window on the wall next to the door. However, every time you try to look through it, you only see your reflection.

You walk towards one of the chairs, pull it out, and sit down, placing your hands in your lap. You look at the man across from you and wait for the session to begin.

Your lab tech’s name is Raoul. He’s bald with piercing black eyes that are unsettling to you, the feeling unknown but just doesn’t sit right. He never smiles at you and sometimes he'll scream.

When these events occur, you stare back at him as something bubbles up inside you. It’s a gnawing feeling deep in your gut, that sometimes spreads to other parts of your body. If it goes on long enough, you start to see spots and break out into a sweat, all while your hands start to tremble.

You’re not sure what is happening when that occurs and no one takes the time to explain...not that you ask. One time you discussed the sensation with one of your peers during a free period, away from the prying ears of the technicians. However, after explaining what occurred, they didn’t know what was happening either, as they’ve never felt that way.

You stared into this man’s eyes, hoping that it would be a good session, and not one where he screams as you really don’t want to feel that way again.

“Y/n, are you ready for today’s session?” Raoul asked as he pulls out a stack of cards.

“Yes,” you respond, your gaze flickering down to the cards in his hands.

You watch as he pulls out the first card and holds it up to you. You realize it’s the same test that you’ve completed this whole week, the same cards, the same images. You don’t understand why they keep making you repeat the test. Are you doing something wrong?

“What do you see here y/n?”

You gaze at the image, your eyes roaming the card. You tilt your head to look at it a different angle, trying to get a good grasp of the concept.

It’s a mess of a picture, the picture not clear cut, but if you look at it long enough you can start to make out wings of a maybe an…insect or a bird? You think a moment more before nodding your head, agreeing on your answer.

“A butterfly,” you say plainly, your eyes settling on Raoul again.

He doesn’t respond to your answer, but instead places the card aside just to pick up the next one.

“And here?”

Once more, you stare at the picture, the image strange. This picture has red on the top and bottom of the black image. You remember the feeling you had whenever Raoul screams at you, hurling names that are not yours and sound insulting. This picture reminds you of that in a way, but you can’t put a name to it.

Taking a breath, you respond, “bear with blood on its head and feet.”

You watch Raoul’s eyebrows raise briefly and within a second it’s gone, his face devoid of any reaction. Did you answer wrong? Why is he looking at you like that? Your eyes follow as he puts the card down and picks up another.

And so it goes, card after card as time passes. Your responses are simple, “two people, animal skin, another butterfly, another animal skin, a face.”

At the last three cards, you sit up straighter and your eyes get bigger as something warm flows through you. This is the same reaction you had the previous days of the week. Raoul watches your every move, ensuring he doesn’t miss your reaction.

“A tiger, a person, a crab,” you respond in succession.

You let out a breath as he sets the last card down, the test seeming to be over. Raoul leans forward and stares at you with narrowed eyes. You don’t move but stare back, waiting on the next test.

“You are nothing, you know that?” Raoul says, spittle flying from his mouth.

You cock your head, unsure of what he meant. He lets out a loud laugh at your reaction, his hands coming down to slap the table. You jolt in your seat at the sound, your eyes wide as the hairs stick up on your arms, and little bumps form. You feel your heart beat faster, the thump thump pounding against your skin.

Despite this, you continue to stare at him, watching as he turns red in the face from laughing.

“You don’t even know what you’re feeling! I knew it was too good to be true!”

What you are feeling? What does he mean by the word ‘feeling?’ You watch as Raoul gets up and walks your way, stopping right next to you. He grabs your hair and forces you to look up at him.

You comply without protest, your hands still in your lap.

“You. Are. Nothing.”

He releases your hair with a shove, your hands reaching out for the table to catch yourself from falling. You blink once, twice before an orderly is next to you, ordering you to get up and follow them out of the room. It seems today’s testing is over.

“Dinner will be in a few hours. You will wait in your room until said time,” the orderly saids, glancing at you in her periphery.

You nod and continue to follow her all the way to your room. She unlocks the door and lets you in, closing and locking it once you cross the threshold. You glance at the door before glancing at your room, taking in the few belongings you have.

Your bed sits in the corner, a simple blue blanket placed neatly on top, your pillow fluffed and ready for nighttime. Next to your bed is a pile of an assortment of books that you have acquired over the years. You often sit curled up in the corner reading, filling your head with other worlds and what is in them.

However, your most prized possession is the mural on the wall across from your bed that you have been working on. In different vibrant shades of purple, you have painted lavender flowers. The wall is covered in delicate strokes of the purple stems, accompanied by the brown stalk that anchors it to the ground.

You discovered the flower in one of your books, your eyes lighting up at the picture. You remember touching the page with your fingertips, lightly brushing over the image as you stared at the beautiful colors. After that moment, you worked extra hard to earn favor with some of the orderlies so you could acquire paints.

You were going to recreate the scene so you could go to the place with the flowers, the pretty lavender flowers. That was years ago. The wall was halfway painted in the beauties, causing you to feel warm inside.

Walking further inside, you grabbed your paints and paintbrush and kneeled down to paint, your mind drifting in the mundane task that you have grown accustomed to. Your eyes wandered over the wet paint, as you paid attention to the tiniest detail, wanting to get the picture just right.

Time passed and you painted, lost in the world of lavender, that you didn’t hear the bell outside your door signaling dinner. You jumped when you heard the door open, dropping your paintbrush in the process, the bristles brushing against the hem of your dress, staining it in purple.

“Dinner time, get up,” the orderly said, crossing her arms when she noticed you weren’t ready.

You had no time to put your supplies away so you gently set them down and got up, your knees cracking with the sudden movement. You followed the lady to a hall, and sat down next to one of your peers. Dinner was served and everyone ate in relative silence as there was not much to say when everyone did the same thing day in and day out.

The rest of the afternoon passed with no significance. Settling into bed, you pulled the blanket up to your chin. Yawning, you turned your head to gaze at the mural, your mind drifting to how it would be escape to the field, to smell their scent, and touch their delicate petals.

With these thoughts you drifted off, another day come and gone of your life here within the lab. — — Days passed, which turned into weeks. You were subjected to the same tests again and again. You were yelled at and chastised over and over, the same phrase repeated on a daily basis.

“You are nothing.”

You sat there as you were tossed around, your hair disheveled, your arms pinched, your face spit on as Raoul ran his tests day in and day out. You felt that weird sensation as before, but a new one had started to develop.

On a particular day, you endured the typical testing, but when Raoul repeated the same phrase to you, you felt a pang in your heart, and your eyes clouded over causing your vision to be blurry.

You had no idea what was going on and tried to blink, jumping in your seat as you felt tears fall from your eyes. Raoul stared at you in disbelief. He screamed that you were faking it, that you had no inkling as to what you were feeling.

Feeling. Feeling. Feeling.

You are nothing.

You continued to stare straight ahead as he screamed in your ear, chastising you for things you did not understand. Your hands were trembling, your heart beating rapidly until you heard a loud bang on the window.

Raoul stopped, and straightened up, narrowing his eyes once more at you before exiting the room. You let out a breath, your body sinking in the chair you were sitting on. It was over, or so you would hope.

— — Hyunjin watched as the director banged on the glass of lab five, the vibration causing the glass to rattle. He glared at Raoul as he watched the man release you and walk to the door.

In his four years of working here, he’s never experienced a technician as brutal as Raoul, and it was unfortunate he was assigned to you.

You. The anomaly.

You were different than your peers. Typically your kind does not experience emotions, do not even know what they are. However, you showed promise as a little girl, being subjected to testing from a young age.

His father remembers you and was in awe, watching as you were taken from your mother at the ripe age of five and brought to the room with the other children. You hesitated and held on tighter to your mother’s hand, fear etched in your eyes at the strange people coming to take you away.

His father went on to say it took you a while to adjust, your days spent separated from the other children, as you didn’t want to interact with them. Of course overtime, you forgot your mother, and fell right into the routine of living here in the lab.

You excelled on your testing, the technicians surprised at how your grasped emotional concepts the others have not. You were the only one in the hundreds of Gevorians that lived here that had an inkling of similarity to human kind.

Over the last six months, that uniqueness showed as you had interesting results after taking the Rorschach test over and over. It seemed you could learn to encompass the emotional capacity the others lacked.

Hyunjin took notice and became interested in your progress, wanting to know more about you. He looked through your files, all the way from childhood to adolescence, studied your results and the potential you had to make it in the human world, which is ultimately the labs goal.

He took to watching your sessions, notebook in hand to take notes. Imagine his horror when he saw Raoul abusing you, berating you for not being able to feel. Hyunjin’s heart broke for you in your predicament as he’s sure you were confused, not being able to understand the emotions that were going through you during the sessions.

Eventually, he had had enough as he saw you crying one day as Raoul spat in your face and called you nothing once more. He marched to the director’s office then and there and demanded Raoul be taken off the case and that he be assigned to you instead.

At first the director was hesitant, not sure if he would be able to handle you, but after many reassurances, he was granted the request.

Hyunjin went so far as to ask to have your sessions in different places throughout the building, to see if it’ll help in your journey. He was very persuasive, promising positive outcomes, which was risky, but a risk he was willing to take. He remembered silently cheering when the director granted him that power.

Now, here he was with several other technicians and the director himself, all staring down at Raoul.

“As of today Raoul, you are no longer y/n’s technician. Hyunjin will take over their sessions,” the director said in a commanding tone, his hands placed behind his back challenging any defiance.

“What the fuck! I’m making progress! Can’t you see that!” Raoul screamed.

Hyunjin shook his head in disdain, “How? By abusing y/n? Berating them? How is that going to help you son of a bitch?”

“Hyunjin!” The director said, shock in his eyes. He turned to look back at Raoul, “you are not their technician any longer. That’s final.”

The director turned around and marched out, the other technicians filing behind him. Raoul turned toward Hyunjin furious.

“You think you can handle y/n? Good luck, you won’t make a dent. Don’t come crying to me when the director fires you because you failed in your task.”

Hyunjin wiped the spit from his face and watched Raoul storm away.

He was definitely up for the task, wanting to make sure you could have a fulfilling life. One that was better than the one you lived within these walls.

He turned to stare at you through the two way mirror, watching how you stared straight ahead, waiting for someone to get you. However, he looked closer, and noticed your face was wet, as tears streamed down your face.

You didn’t wipe them, but let them fall down your cheeks, onto your clothes as you most likely had no clue what you were feeling.

He watched as an orderly came to retrieve you, watching as you walked past him, not even giving him a second glance.

He would be successful if it’s the last thing he does. He can’t let a promising, talented person like you rot here within the lab. He will mold you, teach you, and take you under his wing.

And once Hyunjin sets a goal, he follows it through.

He can’t wait for your first session together.

He can’t wait to meet you.

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cuteiemonster · 10 months ago

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Honestly I don't have much of an explanation outside of I like the irony of a Blind Watcher. And. Well. Grian is right there for things to go awry like that. So,

This was created for the 2024 Reverse Big Bang hosted by @mcytblraufest !! Us artists had to create artwork for the writers to claim this time around! >:)

and speaking of writers.. my art garnered the attention of not one, but two writers, who both created fanfics based off of my art!! It's been such a cool experience seeing how differently they've both taken things and they're both VERY WELL DONE!!!!!!!!

" Glass " by @honeylashofficial

Parts make up a whole, but Mumbo hasn't been a part of anything for a very long time. He was okay with that though. The world was more than welcome to continue outside his window, as long as he had his oven and his cable tv all to himself. But every once in a while, the outside world comes inside, and he has to chase it back out with a broomstick. This time, his technique backfires in a way he never could have imagined. Or... Mumbo could count the number of his friends without even raising a hand. Who knew that a 30,000 year-old creature stealing his bed comforter could change that?

" Lost To The End " by Sary_Sary

Six months ago, Mumbo’s closest friend vanished without a trace, leaving nothing but unanswered questions. 6 months later, a strange creature appears in his bedroom, with no inkling of how or why. With no clue how this creature got there or what it wants, Mumbo is thrown into a whirlwind of confusion as he tries to figure out what is going on. Now, Mumbo has to continue trying to figure out where Grian went, all while learning what this creature even is, and how to help him without harming him in the process. To make matters worse, the only person who can help him unravel this mystery is the one person Mumbo swore he would never work with: Scar.

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psychicreadsgirl · 5 days ago

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Pick a Manga/Webtoons Cover: What do your dreams mean?

Pick the art that draws you the most. If you are drawn to two, you can take a look at two readings. This is a genreal reading so take what resonates and leave what doesn't behind.

Your dreams symbolize possibilities of the future, likely related to romance or career. You may be facing fears that will manifest in the future or perhaps you get to see glimpses of the future through your dreams.

Sometimes your dreams may seem rather chaotic or bizarre, but somehow later down the road when you think about this dream again, you will realize that it was actually foretelling a future or a possibility of the future.

Your dreams symbolize unresolved problems in the past. Likely they are related to your fears. Your dreams are forcing you to confront these unresolved issues. If left alone, these issues may stop you from feeling happy or getting the success you want in life.

You'll likely dream of people that you know or have seen, possibly even a celebrity. These people are there to set the setting of your dream and the situation. They may also represent parts of you that you dislike or want to improve on or perhaps the "issues" at hand.

Your dreams reflect your present situation. Perhaps you are feeling very nervous due to some project or just feeling overall stressful. Your dreams will probably have that feeling of anxiousness. You might even be dreaming of being at school or at work, resolving issues, problem solving etc.

Whatever is bothering you in the present will be reflected in your dreams.

Your dreams likely symbolize what happened in your past lives. You might be thrown in different eras or seemingly bizarre situations. You might even meet people you've never met before. You've likely cross paths with these people in your past lives.

You will learn more about yourself and your past lives through your dreams.

Your dreams likely symbolize things related to the family. Possibly issues that you need to resolve with them or ways to improve your relationship with them.

Your dreams sometimes can be a way for you to recognize how others think of you. Perhaps you are in a 3rd person POV watching a situation that is happening. You're more of a "watcher" in this dream. From the situation you can understand how others think or feel about you.

Your dreams reflect hidden desires or secrets that you have or want no one to find out about. There likely are some darker elements to the dreams. In some way, the dreams may feel like a horror film or a mystery film, likely you'll experience death or see death or some agony/pain in the dreams. The more you don't want others to find out about these desires/secrets, the more haunting these dreams might become. Once you feel comfortable with yourself or you let go of this fear or you confront your secrets or confess to what you've done, these dreams will probably stop.

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makos-ribcage · 2 months ago

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Knew. ㅡ ༝ ˚ ｡⋆ 𓇼 ⋆｡ ˚ ༝

[] Silco x Reader. Getting flowers.

𓇼she/her

warning ! mentions of murder.

word count- 1.6k

this is just my coping mecanism bc i never get flowers, also i rlly like silco, i wanna write smth about him that isnt just me coping w my depression

edit: made 70 spelling mistakes, dont write ur fics while playing lol

Its been a while since you’ve been working under Silco’s hand. He hired you to fix certain issue he entrusted a piltie to deal with, but of course, it was a failure.

When you first met him you thought of making fun of him because of trusting a piltie, but you knew better than making fun of your soon to be boss, better yet, The Eye of Zaun.

“I heard you need some help.” Was the first words that came out of your mouth when you suddenly appeared in the middle of the afternoon on The Last Drop, closed, and filled with security. Mediocre security at best, totally useless at worst.

He wasn’t surprised to see you there, he wasn’t dumb. He knew you were coming.

A certain rat around the corners of Zaun. You were everywhere, you knew everything, no one knew how, but he knew you knew.

“Took you long enough.” He pulled two glass cups from under his desk.

You managed to know when any baron needed help, reaching out to you was almost impossible, but you would appear when needed, as if Janna herself would let you know.

People theorized you had people informing you, that you would buy information, whether with money or with other services. But you were just a very good watcher, you were even better when it came to putting information together to come to accurate conclusions.

Of course, buying information also helped a lot, but with money, nothing else.

Once you got hired you did played around of the idea of him trusting a Piltie, watching the wrinkles between his eyes form when he got too stressed was funnier than you would want to admit.

You knew stuff, and he needed someone who knew stuff, someone who knew how to find out about stuff

It was enough proof that you were capable of working for him since you already figured out he needed Jinx sister gone. “She’s been getting close with someone, if something’s done to her, she’ll be gone, at least for a while.” You stated right away, knowing he knew. You sat down at his desk calmly, feeling the old leather stick to the sweat on your legs, making a mental reminder to wear long pants next time you came over.

“Can you do it?” He said firmly after pouring liquor for both of you.

“Can you pay me?” You replied, with a big grin on your face.

You were trustful, that was certainly the best part of your service. You’ve worked with almost every chem-baron out there, you knew stuff very few people knew, and they trusted you wouldn’t tell.

And you wouldn’t, you were hard to catch, easy to let go, but you wouldn’t tempt your luck.

After that you’ve been working under Silco’s hand, he suddenly knew where you lived, which places you were a regular at and your routine. But it was no surprise he was eventually going to figure out all that, if he didn’t know already.

You considered most chem-barons and any figure of power at the uppercity lame. All looks and wouldn’t get anything done. They were dumb and temperamental, making poor decisions whenever something didn’t go like they planned.

But you knew Silco, you knew how much he would plan ahead. You knew that people feared him, and for a good reason. So you respected him.

You would do any kind of jobs. Murdering someone, figuring out more information, delivering certain information to hard to get places, anything that would get you money.

But for the first time in a while, the job stressed you.

Jinx was hard to deal with, hard for Silco, harder for you. You needed Vi far away from her, yet most of the time you couldn’t figure out what would be her next move. And you didn’t want to exchange many words with her, you had a short temper, and she was definitely insane, nothing good could come out of there.

Your work consisted of figuring out Jinx next move, make sure Vi would be nowhere near and try to see if you can make sure she could busy herself with Caitlyn. Dropping around trails without end, making a mess on the upper city, anything to keep Jinx away from Vi.

You weren’t sure why Silco needed her away from her sister, but you weren’t being paid to figure out that, one day you definitely will, but for now it wasn’t your priority.

It’s been months since your first meeting with Silco, even though he’s primarily your boss, you grew up to be genuine friends too.

It was difficult to make good friends in the “industry”, but you had fame of being trustworthy, and you knew if he got to have that much power it wasn’t by snitching. You still feared one day he would just decide to sell you, but you trusted he knew you could do that too.

Not only the trust was there, the chemistry was there too.

You didn’t had anything in common. He would try his best to appear collected all the time, trying to make sure everyone around him was afraid, afraid of what he could do and how he would react. Unpredictable.

You’d try all the opposite. You needed information. You would try to look sympathetic and even miserable if needed. Lie and deceive people so they feel powerful enough to believe you won’t do anything with the information they’re giving to you. Superior enough that they believe you won’t dare to betray them.

But he found amusement when you’d react so differently to situations. He has seen you completely change personalities to pull out information out of people. So he found enjoyment into seeing which parts of your personalities where actually you.

He could easily spot yourself when you were angry. You’d bounce your knee anxiously, you’d pay no attention to what he, or anyone, is saying.

When you were specially happy it was easy to spot you too. Instead of smiling wildly you’d scrunch your nose and cover your mouth with your hand.

On the other hand, you found himself entertaining. You enjoyed watching him reason and jump into conclusions that were always correct. You liked when he would get annoyed at something but he would control himself, knowing that getting too angry about it would be exaggerating.

He would open his mouth as if to say something, close it right away and lean back into his chair, often a lost strand of hair falling in front of his forehead.

You both got used to spending time with each other late at night. While he stopped working, you started doing your own work. He was used to working during the day while you focused more during the night.

The Last Drop was already closed, you were sitting at the bar, just thinking. Playing with the rim of your now empty cup. You needed to figure out what was Jinx going to do next. To be sure of being there beforehand and make sure Vi or Caitlyn weren’t there.

You could use his help, but he trusted Jinx blindly, and you couldn’t try to reason with him because he would get all angry about anyone doubting Jinx abilities, you learned it the hard way.

You heard the calm and collected steps of Silco becoming present, walking towards you calmly. You didn’t turn around to face him. Your eyes focused on the little notebook you’d use to write down people patterns. Of course you had a few pages dedicated to Silco.

“I think she will do something at the Vander statue… What do you think?” You said calmly. Turning around calmly and meeting with a bouquet of flowers.

They looked exactly like Silco. A mixed of dark red lilies with a few white ones, dark chrysanthemums around the bouquet to fill empty spaces, you could see a few dark branches with white petals that you couldn’t really name.

You stared at the bouquet in confusion. Then raised your eyes to meet with his face, staring him down even more confused.

He looked calm and collected, as always. “It’s your birthday.” He simply stated, remaining still.

You made the first move to stretch your arms towards him and he placed the bouquet in your hands.

It was light. Flowers weren’t a common thing in Zaun and with a closer look you realized some of them were already withering. The petals seemed weak and the leaves having a few black dots around the edges.

You didn’t cared, you never received flowers before, and being a zaunite you knew how difficult they were to get. “You look… Troubled.” He seemed to find a more pleasant word than whatever he wanted to call you first.

“I am.” You said. “W…Why?” You stared at his eyes, still confused.

Now he seemed offended. “It’s your birthday.” He stated once again, as if it was obvious. “It was only proper for me to give you some sort of gift.” He accentuated the last word.

And it made sense. Flowers as a gift suited someone like Silco. Classical, elegant, gentle yet loud enough to make a statement.

But you didn’t remember your birthday at all, you didn’t expect your boss out of all the people to remember, let alone to give you a gift.

It was true you were starting to get a more personal relationship. Long nights drinking next to each other, enjoying each other silence, he would enjoy hearing you talk about your other jobs, you making sure to not provide too much information.

But once again, it suited Silco. He was attentive with details, and you thought that was limited to his job, but it made sense it was just his personality.

You remained silent and he seemed to be losing his patience. “If you don’t want them, you can give them back.” He spoke. You immediately stared at him with a frown.

“No way. I like them.” You answered, he relaxed his shoulders.

He remained silent for a few seconds. “Good to know.” He simply stated.

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