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symphonic-scream · 1 year

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The Phantom Queers Notes

Thanks to the ever patient Cap for putting up with me gushing about them nonstop! Love you cap

Anyways. Ahem.

Firstly; the Noir's mural. I said it was based off of official art from Mementos Mission? Yeah so I wanted to add that image to this post so anyone who hasn't seen it can see it and know what I meant

So it's like this. But with more vines.

And now onto the notes

Haru's dad slowly adapting to his daughter being with someone like Makoto and just,

Okumura: invite your wife to our next brunch. I'm ready to have a meal with the person who makes you glow

Haru: are you ready for that? Neither of us want to push you

Okumura: I'm ready. I love you, and you love her so much. It's about time I let you show me such

This is after like. Eight years of him knowing Makoto. There were some very awkward talks in the beginning but mans did his research! He knows how to be respectful!

He even frames a photo of their little family and keeps it on his desk, with little trans and lesbian flag stickers in the corners. He updates it every year as his grandsons grow older

(THATS RIGHT I HAVE MORE ABOUT THE SONS YOULL GET TO LEARN ABOUT THEM)

Teenage Makoto and Haru going to see a spy movie as their first date as girlfriends, Makoto nervous because sure Haru knows she's trans already, but what if-

They end up making out halfway through in the back of the theatre.

Haru: this was lovely! We should go on some more dates, yes?

Makoto: y-yeah! That would be very nice,

And Haru gives her a goodbye kiss, a full one right out in the middle of the street, waving her fingers with a little wink as she gets on her train, Makoto just standing there watching her new girlfriend walk away with her heart beating out of her chest

Their first place together is a dorm at university. They push the beds together to make a double, though they sleep so closely they'd only need a single. Little flags on the bag of the door, little polaroids from dates and hangouts with their new friends on a wall, the way Makoto's study space is sparse, with clicky pens and things to safely chew on, and Haru's having plants and life and so many colours-

Makoto finding out Haru's actually pregnant and just. She's so relieved. She didn't ruin it all for her love,

But Haru would've been so happy either way, even if their kid didn't have Makoto's eyes or, like their second and third, her rebellion and cute little nose-

Okay gonna lay out the sons real quick! They have three sons; Seiji is their first born, has Makoto's sharp red eyes, Haru's curls, and a general softer shape to him. When he's like middle school age he goes a bit emo, remains into dark colours and music. And he loves to cook! Loves food

Then there's the twins, Kazuto and Hiroto. Dark curls, Haru's softer eyes, but they have that Niijima spark, they look more like Makoto did as a kid. Identical twins too! Pure evil. Menaces. Cunning and with sharp grins, their moms are lucky they aren't into arson

Sae, just barely out of university, now the legal guardian of her little brother and just. Sitting there as this little middle schooler comes out to her, and-

Well. She has to do everything she can for her sister.

Makoto: here, let's look at my childhood photos

Hifumi: you, do that? Look at photos from before you transitioned?

Makoto: it's different for everyone. I'm fine with it, I know Yusuke has a select few saved, Futaba doesn't like it for other reasons-

Makoto: I did change my name though. We have nothing that remains with my dead name on it. That is where I draw my boundaries. I cannot handle hearing it on my worst days

Hifumi: I see

Makoto: it wasn't me. And while I'm not as feminine as you or Haru, I'm still a woman

Hifumi: I'm starting to make sense of this all, thank you so much

Makoto: that's what family is for, sis

-new note-

Haru: if you want to discuss, hm, reassignment procedures, with someone, I know Yusuke is rather open about his. He'll even give you his professional's number

Hifumi: why are you saying it that way?

Haru: Makoto has, a thing with. *Hospitals*. So, I tend to reword those things

-new note-

Makoto: I'll wake up early and make Haru breakfast in bed for our first mother's day, I'll have the little one strapped to my chest nothing can go wrong!

Hifumi: what happened to you

Makoto, sitting on the kitchen floor covered in flour and butter, her infant son playing with Johanna on the couch: I tried to cook with a baby. Help me please

Hifumi entertains the baby while Makoto makes a plate of scones, an omelette, and a little fruit salad for her wife

"I just get so distracted when he's with me. I lost all focus"

"yeah but the flour?"

"I was measuring it. Saw Seiji clap. So, I clapped."

"Ah."

Haru wakes up to her son giggling on Makoto's side of the bed, her wife tracing soft kisses up from her hand

"happy mother's day, baby"

"Happy mother's day, Love"

They both have the day off, and just spend a nice day with their lil guy

Haru: if this is mother's day, I wonder what you'll do for my birthday?

Makoto: ah, well Seiji won't be helping me with those plans. That'll be a very special night out, just us two. After a morning with his plans of course

Haru: I'm so lucky I have you,

Makoto: sjdbskdhxidbdj baby,,

-new note-

Makoto: happy birthday baby

Haru: you, bought that small building between us and the shop next door?

Makoto: let's go inside and you'll see your gift. Full home gym, with a little sauna and hot tub room in the back

Haru: ...not gonna lie Love this looks more like a gift for you

Makoto: did you notice the lounge chairs? This is a private show for you~ I know you hate coming to the gym to watch me, so-

Haru: I LOVE IT

Makoto: you can have a private showing whenever you'd like, baby. All for you

Haru: can we, have a go right now?

Makoto: of course. Are you okay with me working on arms and upper body?

Haru: YES

haru just in her lil lounge chair aggresively sipping water

cause shes thirsty

(green was Cap akfhdj)

Staring at the back muscles

Makoto has to wear a long sleeve shirt to her run with Ryuji the next morning. Normally she runs in the like, sports bra thing. But her arms, back, and abs are. Covered. From Haru enjoying her gift

Haru: I'm gonna kiss every muscle on you

Makoto: oh wow

Ryuji: whyre you wearing a shirt? You hate the sweat cling

Makoto: Haru's birthday yesterday

Ryuji: ...fuck I forgot to get her anything she's gonna kill me- wait. GROSS DUDE DONT TELL ME ABOUT-

Makoto: I DIDNT MAN STOP YELLING

Makoto and Haru at like a parents night for the preschool Seiji goes to just trying to ignore the straight gossip going around all around them

One couple: hehe we're trying to give her a sibling, trying for a baby is soooo much work

Makoto: ...they're just openly admitting they fu-

Haru: shh, Love. I know. Don't get too stressed though, you have to be in good health for our appointment tomorrow.

Makoto: think we should tell people we're also trying? But heavily imply we're just fu-

Haru: yes. Absolutely. Put your hand in my back pocket, I'll leave a little mark on your neck-

Makoto excitedly explains this at the appointment they go to the next morning, she's had to take those. Relax pills before so she's a lil loopy, and Haru just smiles so tenderly as they run the tests on her wife. She loves their little family,, so glad the medical field has a way for them to have kids (I'm making shit up idk man. Au magic this world made it possible I don't wanna think about it too hard)

Makoto: ...do you also find it weird we only have sons

Haru: shh don't think Love. Happy moment, no gender thoughts. Hold one of the twins, be mesmerized by the baby

Haru adores her wife and their sons so much. Even if their oldest turns emo and the twins are feral demons

Akira: when I first met you two you were getting the drunkest out of the group at every night out, dancing all over each other- I'm pretty sure you two were making out more than you weren't

Makoto: I remember our uni days, ha

Haru: mm, good times

Ann: you guys were. All over each other then

Haru: it was our first time getting to be open about us! It was exciting.

Makoto: we're just as all over each other now, we just know how to close doors

Ryuji: and DONT ACT LIKE YOU AND SHIHO DONT JUST MAKE OUT ON THE COUCH

Ann, three drinks in: you think that's all we do on that couch?

Yusuke: ...I think we need to sober her up before my roommates kill each other

Akechi, already grabbing the hose: on it

Ann and Ryuji, very wet the next minute:

Akechi: problem solved. Hey, lesbians. If you get too handsy you're getting sprayed next

Haru holds her hands up in the "don't shoot" position

Hifumi just sits to the side and drinks with Futaba, watching them all

Futaba: you want to stay on our couch tonight? Going home with Mrs and Mrs "Horny Drunk" won't lead to good things for your mental health

Hifumi: ...please tell me you're not speaking from experience

Futaba: me? No. Goro? Oh yes. Watching him be unable to look at either of them for four months was hilarious

Hifumi makes it back home around noon and notices only Makoto is in the house space

Hifumi: hey, where's Haru?

Makoto: hm? Oh, she's working downstairs. Want some tea? I can make you a plate of eggs?

Hifumi: Haru out drank everyone, how is she functioning?

Makoto: she's somehow immune to the hangover. Nah, I'm kidding. She drank water between every drink. Then it was the Gatorade and coffee mix, with a plate of my "Hangover Eggs". Neither of us have ever had a rough morning. Not since the first month of uni

Hifumi: ...I'll take a plate of the eggs, please

The day Haru finds out she's pregnant is. One of the best days in their household

She and Makoto had been having monthly appointments with their doctor over the last year, and. She'd felt off since the week after the last one but- she thought takin the test was wishful thinking

But the eight tests all read positive and- man she's gotta think of a way to tell Makoto

Before she gets a chance some dude tries to rob Noir's, barely nicks her with his knife but she goes to the hospital as a precaution cause tetanus

Makoto gets a call from one of the workers telling her her wife is at the hospital, they were robbed, and she gets there and is so relieved to see Haru looking alright, just some bandages around her arm, and Haru just Smiles

Eventually a doctor comes in to give Haru the all clear, but he pauses before they leave like: oh, and we did check. You're coming along just fine

Makoto: what does that mean?

Doctor: the pregnancy. Ms Okumura is early on, but all is going well

Makoto: ...it worked? Youre-

Haru: surprise?

Makoto is excitedly telling everyone for the next few months. Sure Haru was the one who wanted children more of the two, but that doesn't mean Makoto didn't want this. Her wife is pregnant! They're having a kid! And by some miracle, it's their kid

Ann: wait. How

Yusuke: but. You're on estrogen? There should be no way-

Ryuji: GROSS YOU GUYS DID IT?!

Shiho: ...Ryuji, stay on point here

Haru: science

Makoto: lesbian magic

Goro: I'm not watching your little spawn

Akira: dibs on godfather!

Futaba: in surprised you kept it a secret this long. Both of you suck at secrets

Makoto: no we don't

Haru: ...love you accidentally told me you were going to propose three days before you did it

They're much more open when they decide to go for a second kid, mostly because they're more convinced it'll work this time

Ryuji: gross

Ann: we already went over this. Science baby. Not like with straight people

Ryuji: but still

Makoto: you've known us for like ten years. How are you still like this

Ryuji: IDK YOU GUYS ARE LIKE THE PSEUDO MOMS I DONT WANNA THINK ABOUT YALL FUCKING

Makoto: so stop thinking about it?

Ryuji: ...oh.

Ann: DUDE SERIOUSLY

Then there's a bit about Ann and Shiho, how they decide to have a donor baby, and. End up with Triplets. Two daughters; Asami, Nikko. And then a son, Tsukito

Makoto: Seiji, turn off the TV, go play with the trio

Seiji: but mom, they're playing field hospital again. They're gonna make me the patient

Makoto: buddy, sometimes we have to make sacrifices. You and I will have a day to ourselves if you do it, okay?

Seiji: can we go to the farmers market?

Makoto: uh sure

Seiji has the red eyes but the twins are pure evil

Makoto: Kazu, Hiro, how did you get up there

The twins, literally on the roof: climbed

The twins have the like innocent Haru smile. Devious

There's cunning behind those eyes. They have the Niijima mind

Kazu: mom I don't feel good

Makoto: oh no, what happened- ...why is there a pencil in your arm

Hiro: hi mom

Makoto: ...both of you. What happened. Why are there pencils in your arms

Kazu and Hiro: we wanted to see if we could stab each other hard enough

Makoto: get in the car we're going to the hospital

Kazu: we're going on a hunger strike

Hiro: we want the bigger room. There's two of us

Seiji: I'm older. Nice try.

Kazu: we will make you give in

Hiro: I'm studying up on CIA torture tactics

Kazu: we both take martial arts. You will give us the room

Seiji: oh yeah? You think I won't survive? Try me

Makoto: baby the boys are waging war

Haru: eh, they're tire each other out. Feel up for a workout?

Makoto: HARU WE HAVE A PROBLEM

Haru, who was working the shop downstairs: Love? What's wrong

Makoto: I lost the babies

Haru: ...what

Makoto: I didn't think they'd figure out how to open the door i- baby the babies fucking got out-

Seiji: they're under the couch they just opened it and went under the couch

Makoto: what did we do to deserve this

Haru: I mean, we did fuck at a party and break the urn with someone's grandmother's ash's in uni

Makoto: oh yeah. And then we blamed Goro

Uni Makoto and Haru are just. A different breed. Them in high school was sweet, them after is domestic with a hint of spice, but. The in between.

They all go to the grand opening of Noir and. Just stare at how normal the two are

Ann: no visible hickies... It's a miracle

Akira: I can't believe it. They've been tamed

Haru: hi darling, think you'll lie on your stomach for me?

Makoto: ngh, wait, its-

Haru: don't think about it. We'll get your shot over with quick, and then we can have the day in bed. I promise. We took today off for a reason

Makoto: nooo I don't want it,

Haru: you're just saying that, you love you. You won't be the you you worked so hard for if you weren't brave enough for a little shot

Makoto: ...will it be quick?

Haru: I'll even numb the area with ice

Makoto: and we can kiss all day?

Haru: whatever you want

Makoto: fine. Give me the e,

Haru: you call me baby and yet,

Makoto: OW

Haru: that's the ice, Love

Haru: there, all done.

Makoto: did you use the

Haru: yes, I used the Buchimaru band aid

Makoto: I love you so much

Haru: I love you too

Makoto: kiss time?

Haru: I suppose~

Makoto later on: hey, thanks for not listening. I'm already feeling better

Haru: I know darling, it's hard to stab you sometimes but I know it's what makes my girl happiest

Makoto: mm,

Sae: since you two are going to be rooming together when you go off to uni, it's time I passed on the torch

Haru: oh?

Sae: Makoto is a coward about her hormone shots. No matter how much she says she doesn't want it, she does. Unless she has a serious conversation about detransitioning on a non shot day, don't listen. Give her a lollipop or something, anything else to focus on. She does best lying down. She can't kick you if you sit on her calves-

Haru: i- have you been doing this all this time?

Sae: yes. And now we will have the awkward experience of me helping you give her the shot. It'll be weird. But it'll be your responsibility as her partner

Haru: I'm ready, Chief

Makoto: hey, sis- Haru? Wait, no

Sae: yes. Pants off. Lie down.

Makoto: NO WAIT I CHANGED MY MIND I WANNA BE A GUY

Haru: will you lie down for me my Love?

Makoto: ...uh yeah

Sae: pants.

Makoto: bite me.

Sae: Makoto, you know this is what's best for you

Makoto: lies

Haru: I'll hold your hand if that helps? And give you a kiss after for being so brave?

Makoto: you're much more convincing than sis

Sae: alright Haru, that's it. You did it, congrats

Makoto: I'm dead. You killed me

Haru: you're rather attractive for a corpse

Sae: I'm leaving now. I'll bring home dinner. Don't do anything stupid

Hifumi: oh I do my own shots

Haru: my wife is just a big baby about them, and I mean that affectionately

Makoto: yeah I. Don't do well with anything of that sort

Haru: our fertility appointments are. Very planned. She takes one of those relaxation pills before we go

Makoto: it's tough but it's worth it for the chance to give Haru anything she desires

Makoto is the most doting wife while Haru is pregnant. Foot rubs, vitamins, skin creams and talking to their son every day

"today your mama gave your mom her shot. That's right, your mama shot me"

"Makoto-"

"just kidding kid. She helped me feel more like myself, and I love her so much. You've got the best mama ever"

"They have the best mom too"

Haru: ...Makoto?

Makoto: it's 2 am,, what is it baby?

Haru: I want. Cold soba noodles

Makoto: easy enough,

Haru: covered in chocolate

Makoto: ...

Slow dancing in the kitchen, Makoto behind Haru, hands entwined over Haru's dark apron, heads leaned together

Makoto: a night to ourselves,

Haru: Hifumi moved out a year ago, and the kids are staying at the Quad,, so it's just us

Makoto: shall we treat ourselves? I can make you steak? Break out the good wine? We can have a nice bath, turn in early for some, us time

Haru: can you make baked potato with the steak?

Makoto: anything for you

Haru: carry me to bed later?

Makoto: of course

Buff Makoto and her pudgy baker wife, And their emo chef son and two demon spawns

Thinking back to scared little high school Makoto, more scrawny than anything, and petite Haru seated beside her, their pinkies barely entwined, both blushing and looking away

To Uni them, with Makoto playing rugby recreationally and Haru being very much a fan of that, them making out and boinking literally anywhere possible, somehow like top of their classes while still going all out for the fun side of things

Makoto being very awkward with Haru's dad.

Kunikazu: so. You are. Transgender?

Makoto: yep.

Kunikazu: you want to be, a boy?

Makoto: w-wrong direction, sir

Haru: you can't do anything, father. I love her.

Kunikazu: I see

Makoto: ...can I go home? And hire a bodyguard?

Kunikazu: I suppose you two can live together. Just. I do not want a surprise grandchild

Haru: that's not even possible

Makoto: yeah I'm leaving

Haru: father and I will be having monthly brunch

Makoto: oh, joy,

Haru: just us. You're not invited

Makoto: ...did he-

Haru: I uninvited you

Makoto: I love you so much

Haru: no marks, I'm seeing my dad tomorrow! Makoto-

Makoto: but baby,

Haru: ...no visible marks at least

Makoto: ...fuck I forgot the rule

Haru: it's, well. I didn't try to stop you,

Makoto: your dad is gonna murder me

Haru: he won't, he likes you, he's just. Still in his learning phase

Makoto: yeah but you're gonna walk in tomorrow looking like a dalmatian

Haru inventing the Gatorade coffee in university after a night of. Heavy drinking with her girlfriend. Waking up and feeling like death itself and just. Trying to make coffee but she's barely looking and brews it with. Gatorade instead of water

Haru: I know you spoke to Yusuke, but Makoto gave me permission to tell you about her surgery experience

Hifumi: oh?

Haru: she had top, which I'm sure you've noticed by now. She likes to ditch the shirt more than usual

Hifumi: yes

Haru: but she had such a horrible time recovering she cancelled for bottom and just. Never got it

Hifumi: oh. And she's okay with that?

Haru: it works for her. Makoto's never been, violently dysphoric about her body. Not since I met her. Her voice was one thing, but now she's at her best

Hifumi: thank you for sharing, and tell her thanks too

Haru: of course! And let me know if you need someone for care afterwards or to drive you to and from

Haru dealing with miserable Makoto post op from top and just

Haru: my poor girl,

Makoto: I'm dying,,

Makoto: but at least I'll die with boobs,

Haru: okay let's give you some more pain meds, HEY DONT TOUCH, MAKOTO-

Makoto: ow,,,

Makoto: I just wanted to feel,

Haru: I know you and your hands, but give it some recovery time, please

Sae walking into Makoto's room during their first sleepover in high school and just. Seeing the two all curled up, the content looks on their faces, She sees Makoto stir and the minor look of horror on her face at getting caught by her sister but, Sae just smiles, whispers a loud goodnight, and turns back

Haru nuzzles closer, and Makoto just. Smiles.

Them watching Seiji in a school play and just trying not to fight the group of mom's at the back of the room who are chatting

Makoto: the disrespect-

Haru: Love his line is coming up, make sure the camera is on!

Makoto: wait, shit, where did the twins go?

Haru: ...we can worry about bailing them out later

Surprisingly that's it?? But one last joke Cap made that I felt I needed to share

"of course Makoto's trans her Persona is a Transformer"

#long post #the phantom queers #makoto niijima #haru okumura #okujima #makoharu

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hagoftheholler · 2 years

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ahem So, flea market has been dead. So I'm offering to sell some of the things I've crocheted on here!

The axolotls, pandas and the pokeball are all made of 100% polyester yarn. The mini bi pride flags and the candy corn is made of 100% acrylic yarn.

Just to clarify cause I know the pictures don't show it well: the last axolotl in the top right photo is purple and black. The middle one is pale blue and dark blue. The first one is light and dark grey.

I accept payment through P*yPal/ko-fi. Only shipping in America. Prices will be discussed in DMs.

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slafkovskys · 11 months

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Someone fill me in on everything that is Josh Norris right now. How is he close with the Tkachuks and Hughes’. Is there a bromance thing between him and Brady and Quinn. I have a thousand questions

oh you’ve come to the right place friend. *ahem* so a brief history of joshua carl norris below the cut

- born may 5, 1999 in oxford, michigan

- he’s a middle sibling (older brother is coale, younger brother is dalton, both are also hockey players)

- lived in germany for a while when he was a kid because his dad played over there and there’s this super cute picture of him as a goalie when he was little

- came back to the us for good in 06/07 where he started playing hockey over here

- where the brady/quinn/josh connection comes in is the ntdp! basically if you’re in american hockey player this is the team to be on between the ages of 16-18 and josh was on it for his two years of eligibility! i wouldn’t say there’s a bromance, but from their group, i would say that they are the most (arguably) well known out of it and they always hang out. quinn and josh mostly because they’re both from/live in michigan during off season and brady because he and josh play on the same team.

- josh was drafted round one, pick nineteen by san jose in the 2017 draft, but was apart of karlsson trade that sent him to ottawa in 2019

- played two seasons at umich before signing his elc in 2019 and was the ahl’s outstanding rookie for the 2019/20 season (he should’ve been called up so much sooner than he was for the shit he was doing in belleville but that’s neither here nor there)

- made his debut with the sens in 2020 and got sent down and called back up a few more times before landing a spot permanently on the roster

- became a dog dad to a really cute pup named bailey this past summer who’s staying with his parents for now

- also does not know what number he got drafted based on this photo but we all know that numbers can be hard

any other q’s and i’ll try to answer <3

#josh norris #ottawa senators

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yellow-computer-mouse · 4 months

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Chapter One - Red

Red stared apprehensively at the building that towered over him. He glanced over his shoulder, but his dad had already driven away, leaving him no choice but to enter the strange structure. To navigate its halls with nothing more than a stupid freakin’ sheet of paper and his arrogance. His shoulders slumped, letting one of his backpack straps slip down his arm, the cheap mesh scratching his sensitive “skin.” His slouch worsened as he realized he didn’t have an elevator card, meaning he had to take the monster of a stairwell. Terrific. He decided just to walk in and try. He could walk up some stairs! He was fucking Red Kafka Vic, and goddamnit, if some stairs were all that stood in his way, he would beat their stair ass.

He took an overconfident step up, putting his foot down much harder than he intended. A sharp spike of pain went through his right knee as the joint attempted to dislocate around the brace he wore, leaving it technically still in its socket if a little to the left. He widened his eyes in pain, easing up the step much more gently. He grasped the railing tightly, and slowly ascended the rest of the way, bearing a tight grimace. He dragged himself through the door at the top and down the hall with the other students, doing his best not to appear weakened. He flopped into a chair in the main room, silently placing his hand on his injured knee and subtly attempting to shift the joint back into its socket. The brace, the stupid fucking brace, had turned to block part of the opening, meaning Red had two options: to roll up his pant leg and show off the brace (and by extension, weakness) in front of everyone, or suck it up.

Groaning internally, he rummaged through his bag and pulled out a slip of paper. He had all his classes written neatly along the bottom in red pen. Skimming the list, he checked the time on his phone. He had about ten minutes until his first class, ELA. He swiped up to unlock his phone and opened Geometry Dash. After losing in the first ten seconds, he rage-quit and opened his photos. Opening the filters, he tapped “Mal Cox,” sorting by oldest. The first picture showing was a selfie of Red outside his middle school, Mal walking past in the background. A few pictures later, Mal leaning over a trash can in the gym room, Scarlet consoling him, and Red flipping them off. Scarlet and Red posing together on a bus with Mal grinning mischievously behind them, holding a textbook threateningly. He eventually reached the last result; a video of himself, Mal, and Scarlet holding hands in a circle, while his phone lay on the floor. He connected his earbuds, pressing play.

“I’m gonna miss you guys so much,” Scarlet’s tearful, staticky voice said. Mal nodded solemnly beside them, tears streaming down his grieving face. Red shook their arms angrily, his voice choked with repressed sobs.

“Don’t talk like that, assholes!” he snapped through gritted teeth. “We-we can still call each other n’ shit!” His left arm detached from their linked hands, rubbing angrily at his out-of-frame face.

Mal sniffed, rubbing his shoulder against his face. “Y-yeah, I guess.” Scarlet gave the both of them a bittersweet smile, glancing down.

“Oh my fucking GOD ARE YOU RECORDING OUR HEARTFELT GOODBYES?!” he exclaimed, glaring at Red in joking disbelief.

“No,” he replied quickly, bending down and picking up his phone.

“FUCK!” Scarlet shouted, and the video cut off.

Red felt his eyes sting, and he swiped at his sockets, clenching his jaw. He would not cry on his first day, especially not because a group of assholes he used to call his friends didn’t even bother to talk to him once over the summer. A sharp blast of microphone feedback screeched throughout the halls, and he looked up at a middle-aged human standing on a chair on the opposite side of the room.

“Ahem. Sorry about that,” he said, voice booming through the mic. “It is currently 8:30 AM, and we will be starting orientation in the conference room downstairs. Please follow us so you don’t get lost.” The large group of students gathered around a collection of about ten staff members and began walking down the hall Red arrived through.

“Hi!” Red almost fell over, which was better than could be said for the stranger who greeted him. They fell face-first onto the tile floor, bouncing back up almost immediately. “I’m Blue!” Smoothing out his shirt, he stuck his hand out eagerly. Red slowly went to grab it, but Blue snatched his hand, shaking it violently.

“It’s so good to meet you! So good to meet you! Are you new here?” he said, releasing Red’s hand and fiddling with a pendant around his neck.

“Yeah. We all are. Are you a fucking dumbass?” Red replied, adjusting his mitts.

Blue paused before replying, “Probably.” The two fell into a rhythm, walking together up a small flight of stairs into a different wing of the building. Blue started rambling about some bullshit as Red zoned out. He could almost hear Mal’s voice going on about bombs or something. He eventually snapped back to reality, Blue waving a hand before his face.

“Hello? Are you alright? You look upset about something.” Red blinked in surprise, his bright red eyelight momentarily snapping back to his normal off-white.

“No, everything’s fine,” he muttered, voice cracking slightly. “Fuck off.”

“Hmm… alright!” Blue chirped. They walked in silence the rest of the way there. Eventually, they turned sharply and entered a room underneath a staircase. The gaggle of students sat on the scratchy grey carpet, Red scooting away from Blue. He stretched out, hands behind him. He snatched his left hand back up as someone ran it over with a chair.

“OW! What the fuck?!” he cried, swiveling around. A taller skeleton with pitch-black bones and blue tear-like markings running down his cheeks scooted back in his chair.

“S0rry,” he said, rolling his eyes with a smirk.

“Oh, you’ll be fucking sorry.” Red attempted to jump up, hands clenching. He shook his fist in the other’s face, glaring at him threateningly.

“! b3t ! w1ll. $nyw45, !’m #rr0r.” Red huffed, turning back around. He was poked with the other’s chair, so he turned around. He was greeted by Error’s multi-colored middle finger stuck straight up in his face.

“You motherfucker,” he said, laughing slightly. Error nodded smugly, sticking his hand in his pocket.

“! kn0w. %p3c1f1c4lly, y0ur5.” Red laughed even harder, doubling over with tears in his eyes.

“I hate you,” he choked out between giggles. “I don’t even have a fucking mom, bro!”

“)h 5h1t, my b4d,” Error said, waving his hands apologetically. Red started to say that it was fine when Error added, “!5 wh4t ! w0uld 54y 1f ! c4r3d,” before turning away. Red reached up and went to slap him when Error glared at him out of the corner of his eye.

“D0n’t.”

Red smirked. “Why?” Error shook his head slightly.

“Pl3453,” he murmured, his voice strained. Red noticed he was beginning to glitch out and was leaning away from his mitt.

“Alright,” he shrugged. When Error didn’t acknowledge him, he added, “Pussy.” Error hit him with his chair.

“MOTHERFU-” Red was cut off by a series of claps from the surrounding students.

“Alright! Good job everyone,” stated the human from before. “I am Mr. Powell, your principal.” He clicked the mouse in his hand, switching the screens from black to a slide that read Welcome! Digital confetti streamed down over the words.

“Welcome to Rainbow Charter! This is your first year here, and we hope to make it your last.”

“Ronald!” one of the staff members standing beside him exclaimed. He rolled his eyes, smiling.

“Okay, okay, not your last.” Red didn’t pay much attention to the rest of the presentation. After it ended, Blue sprinted across the room, grabbed Red’s hand, and continued running.

“Where the fuck are you taking me?!” Red couldn’t keep up with his right leg, so he stopped trying to run with Blue and was dragged up the stairs.

“Outside, silly!”

“Why?” Red inquired through the jostling.

“Weren’t you listening? We’re leaving early so we can get our dorms set up!”

“Sick.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty fun!”

“Alright.” They walked in silence for about four seconds until Blue started talking again, this time to someone behind the two of them. The crowd of students around them pressed in on Red’s sides, being loud and smelly and loud.

“Can you shut the fuck up for like two seconds, please?” he asked angrily, clenching and unclenching his fists. Blue quickly fell silent.

“Y0u kn0w sw34r1ng d035n’t m4k3 y0u c00l, r1ght,” Error deadpanned.

“Shut up.”

They eventually made their way to the dorm building, with all their bags packed and ready inside each of their rooms. Which room was theirs, they didn’t know. Looking around the main entrance, Red recognized Blue, Error, and the couple from earlier. He headed up the staircase, which led him to a hall with 5 dorm rooms, plus a shower room. For some reason, all the lights were turned off, so the group of students explored the building in the dark. Red finally found his bags in the first room to his right, Dorm 3F. He expected some sort of bed, a mattress, something. However, the room was empty. There weren’t even lampshades covering the sconces that supposedly lit the area.

“Do we sleep on the floor?” Red heard a familiar voice ask. He turned around slowly, and sure enough, Blue was right behind him, looking around curiously.

“! gu355,” came a staticky voice from just outside the doorway.

“Wait. You both dorm in this room specifically. With me.” A jumbled affirmation came from the two other skeletons. Red bit his lip and did his best not to decimate his new roommates. He sighed, mumbling out, “Fucking hell.”

“Aw, come on! It’s not that bad!” Blue said cheerily, obviously trying (and failing) to convince himself. “It’ll be like a sleepover! We can-”

“Th3r3’5 4 sp1d3r 0n y0ur h34d,” Error interjected, pointing to Blue. He froze up, slowly moving his hand to the back of his head. “)h, n3v3rm1nd.” The shorter monster relaxed slightly.

“!t’5 4 r04ch.” Blue yelped, tossing his head to the side violently. The bug fell to the floor and started scurrying around.

“Gotta love public school,” Red said as the three of them slowly backed out of the room.

“What should we do?” Blue asked, seeming much less jumpy now that the bug wasn’t touching him.

“Put 1t 1n 4 j4r 4nd n4m3 1t Fr4nk13,” Error said. Red looked at him with a deadpan expression.

“Or see if anyone here wants to touch a roach,” he suggested. Blue nodded, running down the stairs. Red looked over to him. “Wait, Blue-”

“Hey! Hi everyone!” he said cheerfully. “Um, there’s a bug on the floor in our dorm, and I just wanted to know if anyone wanted to try and get it out.” Red facepalmed.

“Blu3, n0b0dy w4nt5 t0 t0uch 4 c0ckr04ch,” Error said.

“Yeah, I know.” To the trio’s surprise, a lanky skeleton (by some coincidence, they were all skeletons. Weird.) raised their hand slowly.

“Are you sure?” Red questioned. “I- I mean, it’s pretty fucking big.” Error poked him with a dry-erase marker.

“%hu5h. W3 h4v3 s0m30n3 wh0 15 w1ll1ng t0 gr4b s0m3 r4nd0m r04ch 0ff th3 gr0und f0r u5. D0n’t ru1n th15.” Blue beckoned the new skeleton up the stairs and pushed them into their dorm. Error peeked around the corner, watching with Red and Blue as the monster bent down and gently cupped the bug into their gloved hands. They began to walk out of the room when the creature started flying. Blue squeaked and hit the deck, while the tall skeleton calmly put their other hand out, halting its flight pattern. They rolled their eyes.

“How in the good fuck are you so calm right now?” Red asked incredulously as they reentered the main room, the bug caught safely in the skeleton’s hands as they walked over beside another, this one with pitch-black sockets and mascara trails coming down from their eyes.

“How in the good fuck are you so calm right now?!” Red interrogated, limping over to him.

“Please. I’ve known Dusty since they were, like, a baby.” Dust held up nine fingers, admiring the bug in their hands.

“Yeah, if you want to be boring,” he said, elbowing them. Dust gave him a dark glare before refocusing on the cockroach. They were lightly stroking its head, smiling softly. “Anyways, I’m Killer.”

“Red,” he muttered, turning away. He began returning up the stairs to unpack, Blue and Error on his tail. Entering the now (hopefully) cockroach-free room, he opened his bags and dumped them all out on the ground in a pile. On top was his sketchbook, which he quickly hid underneath piles of clothes. He glanced over his shoulder, checking that the other two didn’t see. Error was examining a threadbare hoodie and Blue was rummaging through a bin of pushpins, a rolled-up poster next to him. Error also looked over to Blue, staring curiously at the folded paper.

“Wh4t’5 th4t?” he inquired, pointing beside the excitable skeleton.

“A band poster,” Blue replied.

“What, Taylor Swift?” Red said, smirking. Blue unrolled it, holding it up for both of them to see. Intertwined blue and pink humanoid figures were sat together, looking vaguely mournful.

“No, TV Girl,” he said, placing it back down.

“Ah.” They continued to unpack in relative silence, aside from Error asking where they would sleep. Red replied, “On the floor,” and Error laid his blanket out by the door. Red snickered and did the same in the far left corner of the room, Blue taking the other side of the door.

“If someone comes in in the middle of the night they’re gonna hit you in the goddamn fucking face,” Red said, grinning.

“Good. Black eyes match my aesthetic,” Blue replied without skipping a beat. Error broke into hysterical laughter in the corner and continued to quietly wheeze for around six minutes.

Red waited patiently until he calmed down to say, “It’s not that deep,” sending the oddly colored skeleton into another laughing fit. Blue had used the time to fill most of his “bed” with stuffed animals. Error wiped his eyes, still giggling slightly, before shouting at the expanse of plushies.

“G00d g0d, th4t w45 f45t!” he yelped, pressing himself against the wall behind him. Red sighed, laying down on his side and pressing his pillow over his head in an attempt to take a nap. It was gonna be a long year…

#yellow academy #yellow writes #utmv #fell sans #red sans #underfell sans #error sans #swap sans #blue sans #underswap sans #high school au #hsau #first chapter!!!!#i am cringe but i am free #next chapter coming tomorrow :)

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bisexualchrissycunningham · 1 year

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you KNOW i gotta ask hellcheer for the possession headcanons. Eddie + possibly cursed, Chrissy + soft / fuzzy, and the two of them together + embarrassing or kept a secret (whichever you prefer 🥰)

I haven't been feeling very Hellcheer-y lately, and this made me a lil excited about them again, so thank you!!

Eddie + possibly cursed

This is not my actual answer, but can you imagine if I said the answer was Chrissy's scrunchie that he took off her body and kept as a reminder of the most traumatic night of his life… and somehow it ended up being kinda cursed by Henry and Eddie was able to use it as a lingering connection to Chrissy that resulted in somehow bringing her back???? (Sorry.)

But really, the possibly cursed item Eddie owns is this plain white mug with 2 googly eyes on it that Wayne has zero recollection of ever buying in his travels, and he and Eddie just got used the unsettling feeling of it watching them at all times.

Neither of them ever dared use it. But they also never dared get rid of it.

About a year or so into the relationship, once Chrissy feels at home in the trailer, she “accidentally” smashes the mug when she’s alone.

No one ever asks where it went.

Chrissy + soft / fuzzy

In Chrissy and Eddie's first apartment, in the back of a drawer, there are a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs.

The thing is, Eddie is the one who bought them. He and Chrissy were talking about spicing things up (in fairly vague terms), and he thought she would want to ease into it with something tame like that.

He was wrong. The day he came home with the handcuffs, she surprised him with a strap on and a shockingly large dildo (he ends up being the one who has to, ahem, be eased into things).

When Chrissy decides to try something new, she goes all in, ok!

Hellcheer + kept a secret

One of my favourite fic ideas I ever came up with for them involved them getting together that Friday night before Spring Break. She follows him into his bedroom, preventing Henry from taking her, and they spend the next few days together just falling crazy in love in secret, not telling anyone cause maybe they’re a little nervous to leave the bubble they created (Chrissy especially, because she knows there’s still something out there haunting her).

Laura and Jason track her down at the trailer and drag her home, where Laura locks her in her room, leaving her at Henry’s mercy. Eddie keeps their days together a secret, because it’s the most intimate and real thing he’s ever experienced and now she’s in a coma cause of that monster and he can’t even begin to deal with that while he’s also being accused of attacking her and the others (the thing is, Wayne knew.. he stopped by home a couple times over those days and though Chrissy mostly hid in the bedroom, they DID meet outside the bathroom one time in the middle of the night and it was very awkward for them both). All the victims end up in a coma instead of dying, Eddie somehow still gets blamed and the gang sees no solution except to fake Eddie’s death and send him on the run with a little help from Owens’ government friends.

Sometime after he’s long gone, Chrissy wakes up to a world where Eddie is “dead,” their relationship still a secret (Laura and Jason sure aren’t going to reveal to anyone that Chrissy sullied herself with a boy like that, right), and she’s more alone than she’s ever been.

(Don’t worry, eventually Chrissy befriends Nancy and Robin, who tell her the truth and she goes searching for him, so there’s a happy ending.. eventually).

Hellcheer + embarrassing

As for embarrassing… I think Chrissy has a fascination with those mall photo studios. Her family was too fancy for them (see: that creepy fucking oil painting Laura clearly commissioned) so one time as a surprise date, Chrissy drags Eddie to one. They wear lots of different outfits, but the ones Eddie makes her SWEAR she will never show anyone are the ones where Eddie is wearing the preppiest shit imaginable (a polo shirt! baggy khakis! hair slicked back in a low pony! plastered-on fake Norman Rockwell smiles and awkwardly formal hands on shoulders!) He only did it cause they were in a private room where any passersby couldn’t see, and also cause Chrissy batted her eyes at him and pleaded, telling him just how much she wanted to make a mockery of her unhappy suburban family life with the photos. Chrissy promises no one will ever see them and she means it but alas... Robin snoops.

#eddie x chrissy #hellcheer #hellcheer headcanons #now i want someone to draw that photo of them #answered #blondiest #ask games

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bylertruther · 2 years

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what byler moment do you love the most? And what moment made click and see that Mike has feelings for Will too?

my favorite byler moment is the rain fight hands down. it's THEEEE byler moment to end all byler moments undeniably n irrefutably. the only ones that come close are the shed scene and the dear billy bedroom talk because it reaffirms the shed scene speech. i love the rain fight though bc mike asks him if he really thought they would be together forever without girlfriends and will, even as his heart has been shattered into a million pieces at "it's not my fault you don't like girls," he still says yes. i did. i really did.

and then, after moping and complaining and being totally unsure of how to make up with el, he does EXACTLY what max said mike would do for her, for will. he doesn't need lucas to walk him through it, he does it of his own volition instinctively. not for his girlfriend... but for will. literally bikes across town in the pouring rain!!! the romance film antics of it all...

and then!! we get will crying in castle byers while memories are overlayed that focus on mike's voice and then will tears a photo of them right down the middle. like...... it's just... SO MUCH? will not backing down and saying he DID want forever with mike? and then in s4 he repeats the same thing that mike threw in his face? which could suggest that it's something they've dreamed abt before everything got complicated & suggests will is still always true to himself? and mike chasing after will, breaking his own heart, too, because the fact of the matter is he NEVER wanted to lose will and yet he feels that he's pulling away from him anyway and there's nothing he can do to stop it, even with all of his calls that never even go through. i just. AHHHH!!! THE RAIN FIGHT!!!! cements tht will IS special, even and perhaps ESPECIALLY from el. mike consistently CANNOT give her what he is expected to, because he's too busy giving it to WILL without EVER needing to be coached or told to. byler rain fight solos >>>>>>>>>

i mean, season two in general made me kinda 👀🏳️‍🌈⁉️ bc even though we're shown that mike is the biggest sweetheart, the care that he showed will was just special. and entirely over the top and reckless and dogged (ahem "only love makes you that crazy sweetheart and that damn stupid") just like in s1. and saying he was the best thing he'd ever done? insanity. i thought even with the snowball that they were headed in that direction but then season three came and punched me in the tit so i lost all hope lol.

BUT THEN !!!!!!!!!!!! s4 came and revived me with a defibrillator. the hug threw me off bc i was like oh my godddddddd DON'T TELL ME THIS BOY IS BACK ON HIS MF BULLSHIT BRO PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEE but then. dear lord. WHEN HE GOT ALL WEIRD ABT THE PAINTING? i know a gay when i see one, bro. he had no reason to be weird abt the painting if not gay. AND THEN THE RINK-O-MANIA FIGHT? WE'RE FRIENDS! WE'RE. FRIENDS. BROOOOOOOO THE HOMOSEXUALITY WAS THREW THE ROOF IT'S OVER!!!!!! GIVE IT A REST!!!!!!! that was all i needed 2 see. that, on top of everything else we've previously seen? and then the dear billy scene? hi, gay. welcome back, we missed u dearly.

#long post #asks #not rereading this hope u enjoy my 150am rambles my liege

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naturepointstheway · 2 years

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"So who cares if I want to hang out with the lab "weirdo"?" would it be possible for you to write this?

Sooo...ahem. Apparently my fanfic department in my brain went on an extended holiday until now (about time, muses, it's already 2023!)

Anyway, some Tuggoffelees and some mute!Mistoffelees (and anthropomorphic cats edition, like some of my previous fics), with the university setting as in a few fics I'd done with this character set-up. Going with a geology class because a) I've been studying it at uni (doing a Masters in it) and b) I can imagine Misto being drawn in by the beauty of rocks and minerals.

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If Tugger were to be honest with himself, the only reason he took that undergraduate introductory geology class was because of that cute, mute boy who never said a word in their classes. Jemima had mentioned him before as her new flatmate and how they had become tight besties from day one when he'd moved in over the summer; Mistoffelees--that was his name--was virtually mute but still expressed marvelously. Jemima had constantly gushed about how amazing he was at dancing and how fluid he was at every move, whipping her phone out at one point to show him--and it had been love at first sight. Tugger had been floored by the short videos and had asked if he might be in some of his classes. He was surprised when Jemima had mentioned that he was taking the same advanced performing arts classes as he, for he was positive he would’ve seen him. Nevertheless, Tugger had wasted no time in adding an undergrad geology class when Jemima had mentioned him taking one, though he had little interest in the subject.

He was likely to fail it, but hey, if it meant a chance...

"You're late again, Tugger."

The lead lab demonstrator's hawkish eyes landed on him the moment he stepped through the door, backpack slung over one shoulder, half-open to the point it was a miracle nothing had fallen out on the way.

Tugger leaned his hip against the doorway, winking and grinning at the disapproving demonstrator.

"I'm never late, always right on time."

The demonstrator tutted, rolled her eyes and jabbed a finger in the direction of a table with a lone student sitting there, hunched over his notes and lab book, looking deep in concentration, a rock balanced in one hand. An unopened, unused lab work sat in front of an empty chair next to the student, along with a large box of what looked like rocks.

They all look the same to me.

He glanced at the student, and then stared as he recognised the cute new flatmate of Jemima’s from her video clips and photos.

Tugger was sure that his heart rate was now triple its normal rate. Fate had seemed to favour him today!

Mistoffelees!

Throwing another wink, mouthing "thanks!" at the demonstrator (who had now turned her back on him), Tugger strode to the table, pulling out the empty chair and flopping down in it as dramatically as he could, dropping his backpack carelessly on the floor. The constant thrum of chatter and the occasional thunk from someone dropping a rock on a table didn’t appear to bother Mistoffelees at all.

"Hey," Tugger whispered by way of greeting, as he flipped the lab book in front of him open. "You must be Mistoffelees, huh?"

Mistoffelees paused to glance up for half a second at him then back down at his notes, but nodded in response, in the middle of sketching a careful drawing of the rock in his hand.His sketches looked so carefully done and not messy at all, with arrows drawn and labeled with steady fingers. Tugger caught himself staring at Mistoffelees’ fingers, marveling at how long they were.

He cleared his throat, both to get Mistoffelees’ attention and to snap himself out of it.

"My friend--your flatmate--Jemima has told me alll about you, you know." Tugger leaned back, hands clasped behind his head, completely ignoring the line of annoyance starting to form between Mistoffelees' eyebrows. "She showed me a clip of you dancing--damn. You're fabulous--I haven't seen anyone dance like you do!"

Mistoffelees’ sketching didn’t slow down any, but Tugger could have sworn up and down he saw a tug of a smile at the corner of the other’s mouth, the line between his eyebrows fading a little.

Tugger began flipping through the pages of the lab book, not really paying attention to whatever was written or drawn on the leaves.

“She told me you’re in the same advanced dance performing arts classes as me--but you couldn’t come along? Or...” Tugger caught his eye and winked. “You’re too good for us peasants right?”

Mistoffelees shook his head, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

“I was just kidding,” Tugger assured, but Mistoffelees only looked more confused before shrugging and returning to his work. “I’ll lose but I’m down for a dance off competition with you after class if you came along to them.”

Mistoffelees’ hand jerked, scrawling an unintentional line across a new sketch of a different rock. With a short sigh, he grabbed his eraser and rubbed vigorously at the paper to remove the scrawl. Was it Tugger’s imagination or did Mistoffelees’ shoulders appear more hunched, tensed? Or that his hand had momentarily quivered above the sketch before quickly resuming it like everything was fine?

Catching one of the demonstrators walking pointedly in his direction, Tugger reached forward and pulled his box of sample rocks toward him, picking one up in his hand like he had been studying it all along. It was a dark rock, it felt heavy, and it was...a rock. A short thumbs-up to the demonstrator to show he was definitely working was met with a skeptical look and then a shrug before moving on to someone else asking for help with a question.

Tugger flicked the pages until he found the intro page (so. Much. TEXT.) and began skimming over it, until he found a section explaining deeper about the three broad categories of rocks: sedimentary, igneous, and metamorphic. His mind was wandering too much to really concentrate properly on them, drifting back off to the videos Jemima had shown him of Mistoffelees’ dance prowess. Those fouettes, those jetes, those arabesques! They were just...something else.And that...

That...

Conjuring Turn.

That’s what Jemima had said it was.

And he believed her when she said that the video did zero justice to that level of skill and talent.

A poke just above his elbow jerked him out of the daydream, turning his head see Mistoffelees looking at him with a hint of amusement in the slight upturn of the corners of his mouth.

“Hmm?”

Mistoffelees tapped his pencil against a blank page, where he had written, fave rock? You’re looking at it like it’s the love of your life.

A nervous laugh from Tugger, though it sounded a little strained to his own ears. “Uh, nah, rocks look the same to me.”

Mistoffelees raised an eyebrow, tilting his head as though to ask, really?

“I mean, not literally,” Tugger said, rubbing his thumb over the rock in his hand. “This one is clearly a black rock with, uh...” he pursed his lips, rubbing his chin as he scrutinised what else he could see about it. “Ooh, those are interesting patterns on its surface.”

Mistoffelees smiled, eyes lighting up in such a way it made Tugger’s heart miss about six or seven beats before pounding in his chest to catch up.

Damn. Jemima could’ve warned me how cute he is!

Tugger rubbed his thumb over the shell-like curves on the rock’s surface, feeling its tiny ridges on his skin. He didn’t care for rocks, but he wasn’t going to lie, this was a beautiful specimen.

A pencil tap on his hand drew his attention again to Mistoffelees, who pointed at more things written on the sheet.

Obsidian. Igneous. Minimal crystal growth due to fast cooling of extruded lava. Conchoidal fracturing (shell-like). Pretty, isn’t it?

Tugger grinned. “It’s pretty, but not as pretty as your eyes right now.”

Mistoffelees’ eyes grew round at his response, pencil slipping from between his fingers as he fumbled with it, looking back down from Tugger after a second or two.

Does he know how his eyes light up with happiness?

He really needed to talk to Jemima about warning him beforehand of the cuteness of her flatmates in future.

“Jemima tells me you love rocks. I never got it but...”

Then why? Were the next two words from Mistoffelees. Why are you here?

Tugger shrugged. “Just needed an extra class, I guess.”

Like he was going to tell Mistoffelees it was just because he wanted to be closer to him. Maybe one day he’ll tell him that, but certainly not right now. He didn’t want to scare Mistoffelees off before the lab was even over.

Tossing the obsidian back into the sample box, Tugger picked up another rock, one that was tan in colour and had a couple very tiny shells in it. It felt sandy against his palm and under his thumb.

“I imagine you know what this one is too?”

He watched Mistoffelees’ hand writing across the page, recalling again how graceful his hands had looked in Jemima’s videos.

Sandstone. Sedimentary. Feldspar and quartz very common in this rock. Formed over millions of years by compaction.

“Oh yeah, quartz,” Tugger recalled from whatever he had skimmed over in the lab book. “Silicon or something, right?”

SiO2.

He also randomly remembered another snatch of information from the previous class.

“Wait...isn’t sandstone the only rock that has fossils?”

Mistoffelees shook his head, before quickly writing again.

Sedimentary rocks, including sandstone. All sedimentary rocks can contain fossils.

Tugger pointed at one of the tiny shells embedded in the rock. “So this dude here is a fossil?”

A nod from Mistoffelees, who was now smiling a little, eyes lighting up again as they had before. Again, Tugger’s heart skipped a beat when they made eye contact--even if it was only for a split second before Mistoffelees quickly looked away and back down at his own work.

He’s so...adorable? Cute? Um? Jemima, we’re gonna talk.

Tugger tried to force his brain to focus on the lab at hand as Mistoffelees pointedly busied himself with answering more lab questions, but it was hard. Hard to focus when it was so sunny outside, when he kept thinking about the dance videos on Jemima’s phone, considering if he should go ahead and ask for Misto’s number after lab, and--

“Ahem.”

A handed padded its way onto the lab-book, drawing his attention up to another girl who he didn’t know, looking intently at him.

“Hey,” she said, jerking a thumb back at her table, “Why’re you hanging out with this weirdo? Wouldn’t you rather sit with us?”

Did she just...call Mistoffelees...a weirdo? What is this, high-school again?

“What’d you call Mistoffelees?”

The girl scoffed. “He’s a weirdo, he never talks, never makes eye contact with you,”

Tugger remembered Jemima saying that Mistoffelees had autism, and that it was natural for him to avoid eye contact or want some space, and he was also pretty much mute.

“Neurodivergency exists you know,” Tugger said airily, “And who cares if I want to hang out with the lab “weirdo”? It’s not high-school anymore.”

“Really?” the girl looked disappointed. “I thought you’d like--”

“Thanks but no thanks. I’m fine here. He knows lots of cool things about rocks, and he’s my bestie’s flatmate. I don’t think she’d appreciate you calling him names either.”

“Fine, I give up then.”

With that, the girl flounced off back to her own group.

See you never.

He felt Mistoffelees staring at him, the sounds of the pencil scratching on paper having come to a complete silence. When Tugger looked over at him with a wink, the other quickly looked down at his lab book,

“Don’t worry about her--I’ve got your back. As does Jemima.”

Thanks, but you didn’t have to. I’m used to it.

“Doesn’t make it okay, y’know? You’re worth so much more--bet she can’t even tell a fouette from a pirouette. Hell, she’s probably never heard of either of those terms. Kinda sound like pastries now I think about it. French pastries, naturally.”

Now I’m hungry, Mistoffelees wrote.

“You’re welcome.” Tugger winked. “And you’re welcome to sit with me if you ever wanted to come to the advanced dance class too you know. I wouldn’t mind having you for company.”

Thanks. I’ll see.

“Just think about it. It’d be cool to see you there too. I promise not to annoy you...” Tugger added a little laugh before, “Much.”

I’d like to get back to study. Leave me be.

“Oh yeah, course.” Tugger looked back down at the huge blocks of words. To his brain it just seemed like a wall of text. He sorely wished there was a TL;DR summary or something in a box at the bottom of the page.

And, again, his brain wandered back to those dazzling videos.

The fouettes, the pirouettes, the arabesques, the grande plies...

So perfect, so flawless, so...magical. Graceful. Phenomenal. Stunning. Mystical.

I really, really hope I see him in advanced dance class soon...

If all those videos of his dance, the way his eyes shone when “talking” about rocks, and just how adorable he looked...

If this wasn’t love at first sight, well...then Tugger had no clue what that would be instead.

Look out, Jemima, I’ll be talking your ears off asking about Mistoffelees tonight. And about how you should’ve warned me on how cute he is. He is impossibly cute and talented.

He really really hoped more than ever to see him in the next advanced dance class tomorrow afternoon, just so he could see Mistoffelees’ dance moves in real life, and not “just” from videos on Jemima’s phone.

If he’s amazing in her videos, what is he like in real life? Beyond perfect, probably.

And Tugger would no doubt fall even more in love with him.

#cats the musical #Rum Tum Tugger #Mistoffelees #Tuggoffelees #mute Mistoffelees #autistic Mistoffelees #Zurich Misto #this just kept getting bigger and more out of control

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ITS TIME TO SCREAM AGAIN I AM CRACKING MY FINGERS I AM TYPING IN A WORD DOC LETS GO. @ your lovely readers I need you all to know I read this at 7 in the morning and it is the sole reason I even woke up bc atherix SENT ME A DM BEING LIKE ‘You’re welcome’ WITH NO CONTEXT BUT I KNEW! I KNEW!!!

God the combination of the current agitation with the previous peace is such a good parallel to how Past worked as a little buffer between the previous parts of Midnight and now, how things are starting to really ramp up rapidly. But also – who did take the picture? Gem? The Beans? Grian or Mumbo? So many options. Well I guess it cant be Grian or Mumbo since he’s actively wondering who took the photo unless Mumbo was hanging around during the staff carving without Grian which I doubt. And it’s such a small thing too and yet it feels so normal in the middle of this just utter chaos that is the three of them almost dying. [The four of them, I saw how Scar looked. Well. Read. Saw. You get me.]

AND THEN THE SPLIT SECOND WHERE GRIAN THINKS SCAR MIGHT FOLLOW THE WATCHERS? DIRECTLY FOLLOWING GRIAN LOOKING AT THESE PEACEFUL PHOTOS?????/ THE PARALLELS AT PLAY HERE FHSKJFLK And that split second of Grian being like “No no no nononono-“ god I’m so happy they’re gonna talk next chapter, it’s a very good thing Grian didn’t act on his immediate instinct to panic and instead actually used his brain for longer than a second, but oh my god. It is a good thing they’re going to talk. I need them to talk. I need Grian to s p i l l because to some extent he’s spilt sure, but scar and mumbo have said SO much more than he’s said even to just mumbo or you know. Us. The readers. And lkgshfd I need them to TALK about it oh my god and then also the way grian goes ‘it doesn’t matter I trust scar’ and puts it back sadklgsd esp coupled with how he and Scar argue later in the story I am screaming. Also this part – “because he’s not an Observant anymore, either. Maybe in more ways than one, he thinks.” YEAH, GRIAN. YEAH. A LITTLE BIT. ‘Godling’. Whatever.

The way he’s compelled to look at this thing though, at the last page? I am FROTHING at the mouth for watcher stuff oh my god. That whole passage hit me right in the religious trauma. I may have made notes. Ahem. “to Judge and Weigh the hearts of those who threaten thy Chosen” So I’m gonna scream about this until you tell us what the chosen is. BTW. “This is what it means to be a Watcher, and this Pantheon shall not entertain the Wretched Gods who turn their backs on these Tenets” Grian ‘I don’t remember this part in the book/I don’t remember the watchers acting according to their tenets’ BABY WHY DO YOU THINK YOU KILLED THEM. ALSO. TERRIFIED FOR THE MULTIPLE IMPLICATIONS IN THE TENETS FOR GRIAN. BTW. I SEE YOU. “Observe that which does not belong to thee” I SEE YOU and the way it tells him to find his PEOPLE and it seems to be speaking directly TO HIM IM!!!!!!! The fact that he answers his own question in a sense because he makes sure to point out they’re his family. His people. His place.

ALSO THE FACT THAT THIS THE FIRST TIME GRIAN HAS FLOWN SINCE HE WAS CLIPPED AND ITS TO GO DO SOMETHING TO IRREVOCABLY STUPID THAT I WANT TO SHAKE HIM LIKE A BAG OF DRIED BEANS!!!! GRIAN!!!! I DON’T WANT YOU TO DIE BUT FRANKLY THIS IS DUMB ENOUGH THAT YOU DESERVED THE ABSOLUTE SCARE ON YOUR LIFE BLONDIE FUCKING GAVE YOU TO BE HONEST!!!!!!! Oh and I love that while he’s doing this ridiculously dumb thing he’s also being smart about how he gets into the house IM GONNA THROTTLE HIM!!!! FRANKLY SCAR MIGHT ALSO THROTTLE HIM BASED ON HIS REACTION LATER ON-

Speaking of Scar, the little signs that he’s been in the manor more and more, that he’s *theirs* and they are *his* is so asladksh I am in love. Especially considering this whole chaotic day started with them trying to get the sunroom together to surprise Scar. I am emotional about it. AND THEY WAY IT LENDS HIMSELF TO GRIAN REALLY LEANING INTO HIS POSSESSIVE STREAK, WHICH I GESTURE ABOVE BACK TO THE TENETS ABOUT, MIND YOU.

ASDGFSH; Grian. Sweetie. I am throttling you personally. ‘Coming here alone was stupid’ YEAH IT WAS, TURN AROUND AND GO BACK OUT THE WINDOW, BUT NOOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOO WE GOTTA GO INTO THE KITCHEN AND FACE DOWN THE STARVING VAMPIRE WHO TOLD YOU YOU HAD GODLING BLOOD BC YOU WANT ANSWERS! Picture me absolutely shaking him. Speaking of the vampire, the way Blondie MANGLED their home as a reflection of how she mangled them too. Christ. She drives me insane in the worst way, that’s their HOME- [Mumbo get silver out of your HOME I AM ALSO THROTTLING HIM!!!!!]

This show down though is worth the absolute throttling I want to give Grian. The way he’s thinking about the blood she’s wasting of Mumbos, how he’s worried about his mates, their home, their son. Mm mm mm. Could he have done it better yes. 100% But the way Blondie wrecks him and threatens him and he doesn’t back down means so much to me. This bird drives me insane. And then also this little slip of this new instinct – the wrong wrong wrong [Between you and Mochi the way you have both utilized this is making me FROTH at the MOUTH I am an oversteamed LATTE SDKLGHSFD], the way he also tried to see Blondie without actually seeing her [im assuming that’s what the pressure in the back of his mind was] oh he is SO close to awakening you are going to drive me INSANE.

The way the scent of blood on Blondie makes Grian recoil because he’s seen her take it before without permission and knows that she is like, a nasty vampire, as opposed to Mumbo who has only ever taken blood he had permission for [And I assume isn’t so fucking MESSY] is such a great perpendicular image oh my god. Here are these two creatures who are the same creature and yet they are so different.

“But I will be” SENT SHIVERS DOWN MY SPINE! HE BOTH DOES AND DOES NOT KNOW WHAT HE’S SAYING. I WANT TO SHAKE HIM AGAIN!!!! “He doesn’t want to be a God. He just wants to be Grian.” Wheres that why not both gif. ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING THAT BLONDIE REVEALS THAT BC THERE’S ONLY ONE WAY GODLINGS ARE MADE GRIAN DID IT TO HIMSELF – SHE HAS NO IDEA [Or what little she does know I cant imagine it went that in depth] AND ITS DRIVING ME OVER A CLIFF!!!! OH MY GOD I cannot stress enough how happy I am that next ch they are TALKING bc yeah ‘I killed my gods mumbo’ happened but like I truly do not think that’s fully processed in the wet cat of a vampire.

And the fact that she got SO close to doing to Grian what she did to Scar but Mumbo is there to stop it this time makes me INSANE. Mumbo, who watched his wife die. Mumbo, who’s had Scar drank from, had Grian kidnapped because of his blood, had to deal with far too much of Blondie, showing up just a second before she really gets Grian proper. YEAH NO WONDER THE MAN IS LIVID, GRIAN I am shaking him again. Frankly. IT’S A GOOD THING MUMBO HAS BEEN PRACTICING HIS MAGIC. I MEAN. I KNOW HE PRACTICED IT BC HE KNEW HE NEEDED TO PROTECT HIS COVEN BUT HO BOY IT’S A GOOD THING HE PRACTICED HIS MAGIC.

What on earth is the book Tubbo is holding. I’m putting this here to hold on to this thought I’ll get back to this in a bit –

THE FACT THAT MUMBO FEELS GUILTY THAT HE DIDN’T WAKE UP TO HEAR GRIAN SLIPPING OUT TO DO HIS DUMBEST STUNT – YEAH. YEAH. GRIAN DESERVES THE GUILT EATING HIM UP A BIT FOR THIS ONE TBH. Like not to the point of self-deprecative destruction but just a little guilt eating. As a treat.

Sidenote I just got an idea for a monster that eats emotions

AND THEN! THE MOMENT IVE BEEN WAITING FOR! I feel like everyone needs to know that I have been referring to Blondie holding onto Tubbo as a meat shield and a beverage as ‘Capri Sunning’ him. AND IT WAS EVERYTHING. The way she teleports to a bunch of different places to disorient them. The way they have to VERY QUICKLY face the fact that yep. Yep. They see Tubbo as their son. He’s the coven child and she’s GOT him. SDLKFHWG. Very proud of both of them for realizing she was absolutely lying to them about exchanging Tubbo for anybody. Why give up her meat shield. Look at them using their brain cells. And then they immediately stop using their brain cells to dart after a woman who can teleport. I get it. Tubbo is in danger and distress. BUT ITS LIKE THE BRAINCELLS JUST FLEW OUT W THE SCREAMING. Which is what I deserve to be honest. ‘Looks too much like she took a literal bite out of him’ alskdgfdh

AND THEN SCAR, HAVING CLEARLY BEEN THROUGH SOME SHIT OF HIS OWN, READY TO TAKE ON SOME MORE SHIT BECAUSE THAT’S HIS SON. HIS CLAIM. GOD. YES. And the fact that she could have so easily just left with Tubbo or snapped his neck or twisted his head off or dropped him from the third story is not lost on me. Im sure that gonna lead to some absolutely god awful nightmares for Scar and Company.

I also desperately want to know what Scar and Tubbo said to each other. Give me the cruuuuuuumbs. But also “There's a dim Fairy light fluttering by Tubbo's foot, and Blondie doesn't notice it for the shadow blocking it from her view.” The COORDINATION IN THIS SCENE. LOOK AT THEM. LOOK AT THEM. THEY ARE MATES AND THAT’S THEIR SON!!!! ABLE TO COMMUNICATE ABSOLUTELY SILENTLY ASKDLFDSH And then the cool, calm, knows his son is okay with his magic that Scar presents as both Mumbo and Grian RUSH forward when Tubbo activates the fairy lights – THIS SCENE IS SO COOL! I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT IT! The visual alone is mesmerizing, but the way it plays into all the magic strengths available to them [obviously not grian bc. No magic yet.] dkflsg AND EVEN THE PENDANT!!! THE PROTECTIVE PENDANT SCAR GAVE HIM! AHHHHH

At this point I feel like we’ve asked how Blondie isn’t dead like 5 times in this series and EVERY time I am gobsmacked she got away in the best way oh she is INSANE and I LOVE it. But also the fact that Tubbo just fucking VAULTED over the handrail the whole family is so in tune with each other oh my god. And all of them gathered around, on the defensive now, scar’s wind picking up I am feeling things.

The explanation of how magic breakdown works is fascinating and I love how they even have time for a little banter about how slow Mumbo feeds but SLFKDG THE PARALLELS BETWEEN MUMBO AND OTHER VAMPIRES IS SO COOL And then the whole brief talk of turning and ‘why do you two care about turning??” these men are wet rats wearing a trenchcoat. “Scar pauses- as if he’s just realized something” I feel like this has to be about like, ways to slow Scar’s Core down from killing him or preventing it all together but SADLKFSH SCAR WHAT DID YOU REALIZE. I THOUGHT WE ALREADY TOOK TURNING OFF THE T – WAIT. WAIT. Other creatures other than vampires feed on blood according to mumbo. HEY ATHERIX – DOES THAT INCLUDE THE VEX??? I NEED TO KNOW FOR SCIENCE REASONS.

AND THEN THE ARGUMENT! OH BOY YOU CAN F E E L THE ADRENALINE RUNNING THROUGH BOTH GRIAN AND SCAR BECAUSE IT GETS SO HEATED AND THEY’RE BOTH SO FREAKED OUT AHH I FEEL SO BAD FOR TUBBO FRANKLY HE DESERVED TO GO OFF. AND THEY WAY SCAR’S MAGIC MOVES WITHOUT HIM SEEMING TO NOTICE TO BE AROUND THEM SALDFKGDFSH And the fact that Grian in all his wisdom recognizes that its not anger its FEAR and he needs to APOLOGIZE lafdkga of all the things he did in this fic that’s gotta be the smartest one tbh. THEY’RE ALL SO POSSESSIVE OF EACH OTHER AUGH AND THE LIL SNIPPET YOU POSTED FOR YOUR ASKS GAME HAS ME GOING INSANE NOW FR.

GO OFF KING TUBBO! I AM SNAPPING MY FINGERS! GO GO GO GO! GO OFF TUBBO!!! CLAP FOR THE BOY EVERYONE CLAPS HE DESERVES THIS HOW WAS THE CATHARSIS TUBBO!!! Also I said it earlier but I will say it again THIS PART -

““And Grian!” Grian almost jolts up at the sound of his name, having never heard Tubbo use it, and even Scar looks surprised as Tubbo turns his ire on Grian, anger fear frustration written across his face. “That stunt you pulled! Leaving us behind to face Myrani by yourself!”

“You did what-” Scar starts, but Tubbo barrels on.”

- IF I WAS GRIAN I WOULD WANT TO BE SET ON FIRE. And you know what Tubbo also deserves to just yell into the night sky. Good for him. Good for you king. Get it out. Someone put Tubbo in a rage room and let him go insane he just got Capri Sun’d and his dads are all being incredibly dumb.

Love also that they only just remembered about Blondie BEING IN THE DAMN MANOR while they’re having this conversation, INCREDIBLY smart on her part to be like “Oh huh uh the wind. Went away. They’re yelling at each other. Deuces.” Also I did NOT miss the fact that while tubbo is STILL going [good for HIM make them SIT DOWN and stop BEING STUPID] Mumbo was also like “Huh you know nows a great time to slide out of here and go. Look. For Blondie yep-“ BUT ALSO TUBBO USING THE PENDANT SCAR GAVE HIM AGAINST SCAR!!! CLAPPING!!!!!

GOD I AM SO READY FOR THEM TO TALK also for those playing along at home, on word we are at 7 PAGES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And 2449 words.

I am once again answering at almost 3 AM because I have no regard for a proper and healthy sleep schedule <3

I want everyone to know I am the worst and most cryptic friend you can ever have exactly because of stuff like this LMAO-

Haha yesss <3 A big reason I included Midnights Past (other than being super self-indulgent) was a breather episode cause shit has gotten REAL here <3 haha Scar and Mumbo definitely do spend time together alone (mainly when Grian's asleep hkfskjd) but you're right, he definitely wouldn't have been at the staff carving without Grian hjfdskj. I wonder who would be invited to see Tubbo carve his first staff... :) On a completely random aside you have no idea how much I'm looking forward to Grian and Mumbo being added to the wall too. (In b4 "vampires don't have reflections/show up in photos" that is only true if the mirror has a silver backing and photography in the Midnight universe has come far enough to no longer include silver <3) A small moment of peace, reminding Grian what he has to lose <3

HAHA YEAH IMAGINE IF HE HAD FOUND IT WHEN THEY VISITED AQUA TOWN HA HA HA <3 But at this point Grian and Scar have history and they love each other so much so he chooses to trust Scar and think of alternative reasons why Scar might have this thing <3 Because this could have gone very badly if it had happened at any other time lmaooo <3 Hm hm hmmmm we'll see what gets said in the next chapter. But you're definitely right, the next chapter is gonna be a huge Grian chapter bc between the three of them, we've seen the least of his history <3 They shall TALK FINALLY and it will be glorious <3 Well he didn't exactly put it back LMAO he was going to but then the whole uh whisper in his ear thing... and he takes it to the manor with him instead... but still, your point stands <3 YEAH LMAO I was giggling when I wrote that line <3

I love Watcher stuff and am itching to get to the meat of it jhfsdjkfdsjk. AH NO I'M SO SORRY ABOUT THE RELIGIOUS TRAUMA but it tracks I think, Grian too has the religious trauma. HA. What if I never confirm or deny what the chosen means. What if I let everyone just assume :) jk jk hjfsdjkfdhj HAHAHA oh yes, there's something there that I cannot WAIT to write about. :) But which I will not expand on here because- well, MAJOR spoilers jhkfdk <3 :) Heheheh yes, that last page.... that will be fun to discuss. I mean it's discussed next chapter but... something about that last page won't be revealed until a certain.. adventure. :) YESSSS I am happy you noticed his thoughts immediately calling back to the passage, as he was actively thinking about it and comparing his situation to it and just hjfdsjkfdskj-

YEAH LMAO I thought to myself "maybe when he catches Tubbo should be the first time he flies since being clipped" which would have been BEAUTIFUL and absolutely heartwarming. Buuuut I also thought "you know, it's totally him to finally fly because he's stubborn and his two braincells are splitting. Hm." hjkfhdskj YEAH he's so SMART and SNEAKY but such a one-track minded bird brain <3 HJFSKJDS LMAO everyone wants to throttle him for this stunt JKFSKLKAS-

Yessssssss makes me want to write a 5 + 1 that shows all the things he's left behind lmao. Cuz something I really loved writing over the course of Midnight is how Scar starts off having never stayed at the manor, instead being a frequent guest at the Inn, and then he stays at the manor when he's too injured to get home, and then he only stays occasionally when either Grian or Mumbo ask/demand he stay, and just starts staying more frequently until he just doesn't go to the Inn anymore (except maybe to say hi to Keralis). He has his own room at the manor now, even if it's unofficially and he doesn't use it anymore because now he's with Grian and Mumbo which means when he stays the night Grian absolutely grabby-hands him for sleepy cuddles, and. I just. I love the evolution of Scar going from having never stayed (willingly) in the manor to pretty much always staying at the manor when he's in Boatem and just hjfdsjkfdsk <3 ANYWAY TANGENT ASIDE but YES Grian leaning into his more possessive side, partly just because he's him and partly because he's trying to push himself... it doesn't work obviously, he has no idea what he's doing when it comes to his magic, BUT! jkfsdjkfdsjk!

Grian, looking at a wall of fire: Yeah I can walk through that UFHSHFKJS he is so. There were so many better ways to get answers. Scar is a history/legends nerd, man, he probably KNOWS. (I say as the author of this story, knowing exactly what Scar does and doesn't know hjkfdsjkfdk) I love Blondie because she's despicable <3 AND YEAH MUMBO with his passive self destruction just. jhkfdslkfdk-

Grian just being like "what a waste" and just jhfdsjkfds their home, their stuff and so much damage, things are ruined and they need to fix it but also there are more important things than fixing broken tile and just hjfdsjkfdkj- He is a reckless and brave bird who doesn't realize he's getting plaid until it's too late because Blondie is a biiiit hard to read, she's such a shit person that he can't tell if the deception and amusement is just her general expression or a sign of something dangerous hjfsdjfdsjk- LOOK I LOVE THE wrong wrong wrong thing, I love the triple repetition of an action or feeling that emphasizes the severity of the action or feeling and just jkfsdjkfkdsj. Idk it just spikes the eerie nervousness, it's so much more tense than just saying "something feels wrong about this situation" and just fhjkdsjkfdskj- YEAH YOU CAUGHT IT he was absolutely trying to pull on his Watcher magic now that he's pretty confident that's what he is. He fails because it's not awakened yet buuuut <3

You act as if Mumbo having blood on his fangs and lips wouldn't drive Grian absolutely wild hkfdJKDJKDSJK but yes, Mumbo is absolutely a much more ethical and neater Vampire than Blondie, who is. Well. She's something else alright. HJfjkdshjfdsjk-

YEAH HE KNOWS BUT HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT ANY OF THIS MEANS HE HAS NO IDEA AND BLONDIE DOESN'T REALLY EITHER BUT SHE HAS MORE OF AN IDEA THAN HE DOES AND IJUST HJDSJHDJKS- Both is good yes LMAO. Grian's gonna have to figure out how to be both at the same time, though <3 AND YEA GRIAN DID IT TO HIMSELF AND WE ALL KNOW HOW BUT HE ISN'T 100% SURE HIMSELF AND JUST JHFSJKDS yes oh man and to think I almost ended this fic without a good and honest talk. They need to figure this out bc oooo man <3 AND YEAH Mumbo has heard those words but has not really realized what it means, in the grander scheme of things. For him he just thinks "Grian can never go back because the Watchers will kill him for what he did" LMAO-

YES. This time Mumbo is there to stop her, he is able to save Grian just in time, and MAN YES MUMBO PRACTICING HIS MAGIC FINALLY IS GONNA BE SUCH A LIFE SAVER HUH. :) Haha I haven't written this certain fic yet (the one that explores Mumbo and Scar's relationship before Grian got involved) but Mumbo is often described by other Vampires as the man who "loses and loses again," besides his general distance he keeps from everyone there is a reason Scar tried so hard to make Mumbo actively dislike him so he'd never hurt him...... :) Which is a feeling that gets properly confronted next chapter by the way <3

Hold onto that thought :)

MUMBO FEELS RESPONSIBLE FOR THEM ALL, they're HIS Coven and he's THEIR Lord he should be able to protect them </3 (which we of course know isn't how it fully works but Mumbo is new to these emotions/instincts of his and just hjfsdjkkfds) Grian deserves a tiny bit of gnawing guilt about this yes-

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HAHAHAHA you have FINALLY gotten the capri-sun scene JKFHSJKFS dear readers I talked about/described this scene to them ONCE and they have been eagerly waiting for it and I am so happy to finally deliver HJKFHSKJ <3 YESSSS Blondie being able to teleport is so fun because unlike Mumbo's shadow-walking, you don't know where Blondie is going. AND YEAH Blondie even calls him a Coven child jkfdjkfsd if that don't spell it out. (and later on Tubbo even talks about the whole Lord and Coven thing and uses the words we so-) Having no time to process that yes, this child (who is a legal adult but ya know-) is their child now too and AW SHIT fhjjfkgdsjk the moment he gets bitten all logical thought goes out the window and Grian almost faceplants painfully into a few different things hfgdsjkgfdjk but they just want to save him and just. KJDHSJKDS <3

SCAR WILL SQUARE UP FOR HIS SON'S SAKE. He is injured himself, tired and possibly low on magic :) :) but damn, his kid's in trouble and he activated the teleportation glyph in Tubbo's bee glyph SO FAST. Possibly the moment he got a chance- YEAH trust me the nightmares from this are gonna be terrible haha makes a certain future scene :) That you are the only one who knows about :)) a little more :) :) Hm hmm-

hjfgdjkgfdkj it was something very simple, like "Is the pendant charged?" "Not fully, needs magic" jkfsdjkfdjk YEAH Mumbo didn't know what Scar was planning but the moment he saw that Fairy light he knew he needed to hide it from Blondie <3 Once again thank goodness he's been practicing with his magic hjfdsjk BUT YESSSSSS THE COHESIVENESS, THE FLAWLESS WORKING TOGETHER I AM JUST HKFSKJSD YESSS Scar being calm and collected while Mumbo and Grian are like "WAIT A MINUTE WHAT THE HECK THAT'S RAW MAGIC" jkfhsdkjhgk let me tell you, I have ALWAYS imagined this scene going that way- with Tubbo using Scar's Fairy light to activate the protection glyph he has <3 jkfsdfdjk AND YES THE SHOWCASE OF ALL THE MAGIC I love it. One day Grian will join in <3 AND YESSS THE MVP PROTECTION PENDANT HHHAHHDS-

At least now we have a bit of an answer <3 kfdsjkfdkj YEAH Tubbo vaulted over like he was so confident that ONE of them would catch him cuz he jumped from the THIRD FLOOR and just hjfjdskfgds he knew at least Scar wouldn't let him hit the ground <3 So much trust in this family I love them <3 They're a FAMILY your honor-

Yessss from the moment I established how Vampires actually feed (off the inherent magic found in blood) I knew I'd need to talk about this eventually, because establishing that magic cannot actually mix or be absorbed by 99% of the Supernatural population, because of how it conflicts with their own magic... I knew I'd have to explain eventually how Vampires are able to use other people's magic jkfgfdlk And yes. I specified Supernaturals on purpose. Because there is a group of Natural that is very well known for absorbing foreign magic into their own core :) They will ALWAYS find time to banter <3 HFJKSHKFDSJK Mumbo is just <3 My beloved hkjglfdkgdf LMAO WET RATS IN TRENCH COATS pretty much <3 Mumbo is sus immediately and Scar barely even gives the conversation a first thought, nevermind a second- HJFKSHJKFDSK :) I cannot say about that :)

YEAH THE ARGUMENT WAS FUN TO WRITE but it made me nervous just writing it so <3 But I am also anxiety personified so uh- BUT YEAH I agree Tubbo 1000% deserved to go off after this </3 But they're both freaked out and worried and afraid and they just need to talk <3 HA let me tell you magic responding to a person's emotions is one of my weaknesses I am WEAK for it AND YES Grian's little emotion-reading power comes in clutch, Scar is scared because he just found out he was so close to losing Grian and Mumbo and Tubbo and just jkfjkfdl <3 <3 He loves Scar and doesn't want to hurt him in any way and just <3<3 HAHA YESSSSSS <3

I AM CLAPPING FOR HIM. THE CATHARSIS, THE JUST SCREAMING, PROBABLY SOME THINGS HE'S BEEN THINKING FOR A WHILE, SCAR. FHJSKFJLKS that is the epitome of "it was at this moment Grian knew, he fucked up." JUST JKFSKLJS Tubbo, who was raised to not use people's real names (even though he is not Fae and would only be able to compel a Fae with their name, and not a non-Fae kjfsdkj), using Grian's real name. That's like- calling someone's first, middle and last name in the house HJKFDHJLKFS Tubbo needs a rage room. He needs time to just vent and rant because he's gotten custody of the shared Coven braincell this chapter jkfdslofdskj

LMAO YEAH she just peaced out. To be fair to her, though (which I hate doing, really)- she's injured and weak and in a very primal state, and they're yelling and Scar's magic is flaring and who knows what Grian's might have been doing at that moment and just hjfdshgjkdhjkfgds she chooses to fight another day when it's less likely Scar's magic will explode and Grian's magic will violently awaken LMAO- hfkjdshgjklds I thought it was funny when I wrote it, too- Tubbo going off on his dad while Scar apologizes, because an apology isn't gonna magically fix everything, and Mumbo just. Listening. While he tries to get the door locked again and searches the manor with his shadows. Just. Hjkfsdklfds And yes the pendant. Tubbo knows a little about the pendant's history and the way it made Scar feel, it's his way of saying tell them. Let them in. Let yourself trust them with the most fragile parts of you, because that's what you do with people you love. And the pendant- the symbol of Scar's father's love for him, his desire to protect him, which became the symbol of Scar's love and desire to protect his son, something inherently so powerful yet gentle and fragile, something that needs to be taken care of and tended to but which can save your life with such a grand display of power....... do you see the metaphor here-

I AM ALSO READY FOR THEM TO TALK I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO WRITE SOME OF THIS CONVERSATION I AM. SO EXCITED. I've already got ~2600 words written and we're not even halfway through the first third of the conversation HJKFHSJKS-

Guess what it's past 4 AM now. It took me an hour to respond. ~2500 words HAHA WORTH IT-

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I’m just wondering when and how did you get into bts?

I've always known about them. Been a k-pop fan since the start of SHINee (and I'm still a fan of them, counting down the days until Taemin returns). I was a huge DBSK fan until *ahem* things happened. I've always seen BTS on music shows, ofc. 'FIRE' made me think, these guys are p good, but the song that really made me deep dive into them was 'Blood, Sweat and Tears' (go figure, I'm predictable).

During BTS's early years, I was going through some personal shit, so I put k-pop on the back burner. For me, music holds a lot of memory of the time I listened to it. If I listen to certain music when I'm in a bad place, listening to it again will cause me to remember those feelings. Some of my favorite English-speaking bands I had to re-listen to over and over so they stopped reminding me of really shit times. It was incredibly painful to have to unlearn that. I think subconsciously I didn't want to never listen to j-pop or k-pop again, so I stayed pretty surface-level for a couple years and didn't closely follow any group. My memories of that time are actually kinda fuzzy, but that's a talk for another time. Then things got better, around the time BST was released, and I got back into the Asian bands I used to listen to as a teenager, plus new ones.

When I find something I like, I want to know everything about it.

still remains one of my favorite photos of him

I like artists that write their own music, and Yoongi stuck out to me right away. Intuition (and I'm not wrong when I like someone right away, ohohoho). He wasn't solidified as my bias until I read the English translation of 'Dead Leaves' and I learned he produced it. I've always related to the things Yoongi had to say in his music. Will probably be a fan of him forever (so, to me at least, Yoongi, you're always in your prime :D) Funnily enough, he also said he used to listen to Japanese music a lot in middle school, which is when I too had my j-pop craze XD

Then...

2018 came.

and I found myself having a bias wrecker hahaha I was an idiot, I know but, that's fine, people have bias wreck-

I tried to hold out

I failed

now I'm trapped and can't leave, send help

now Yoongi's 30 and shirtless???? and even hotter than he was in his 20's? actually the definition of not allowed!

#whatifyoulivelikethat #wiyllt

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mcltiples · 22 days

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@countlessrealities || Phone Contact Headcanons PT1 (Rick and Morty Edition)

{ OOC / HC } Yes, you read that right, part one. Ahem, starting off, we'll do the Ricks. And you know things are going to be very cheesy for them. He did so deliberately because, why not? It's for him to express his love to his boyfriend.

CONTACT NAME: It's always been the same ever since they started their relationship. "Rick 💙". He's never once changed it, not even when they fight. Whenever he sees that name pop up on his phone, it makes his whole entire day.

CONTACT PHOTO: Now this one constantly changes. He can't help it when he takes so many pictures of his counterpart and so many pictures of them together. At this current point in time, it's a picture of your Rick eating a plate of spaghetti with marinara sauce splattered on the side of his cheek. My Rick thought it was the cutest shit ever and he probably got scolded after he took the picture.

RINGTONE: He would've made the song cheesy, but he didn't. Mostly because he knows that other people can and will hear it. So he went with something cool. Shake That - Eminem at the 0:54-1:29 mark. Though, he never gets to hear the full song because, of course, he always answers the phone right away.

EXTRA: A lot of their texts consist of drunk texts, lovey dovey texts, and lots of "I miss you"s. Since they have their normal conversations in public, they save the small sappy moments to texts. Unless they've been away for a while, then they'll have full on conversations. Also, they call each other in the middle of the night, usually when either one or both are drunk. Which can lead to some sexy shenanigans and one of them coming over to see the other.

{ OOC / HC } I need more lovey dovey Morty icons, but anyway, just like the Ricks -- Morty can be cheesy and cute for his boyfriend, especially when it comes to his phone. And oh boy, does he have his boyfriend's contact info as very cute. So, onto the Mortys~

CONTACT NAME: He has his counterpart saved as "PM 💛". He loves their nicknames that they gave to each other and it's become such a habit that he always refers to his boyfriend as that. Except for the rare occasions.

CONTACT PHOTO: He also constantly changes this whenever he gets a better, cuter picture of his boyfriend. Or a badass one. Though, currently, he has a very cute picture of his counterpart sleeping soundly on a pillow. During a night that they ended up sharing the same bed.

RINGTONE: There wasn't much thought put into it, other than that he thinks it's a song that his boyfriend would like and it gives him PM vibes. The song is Kiss My Sass - Cobra Starship at the 0:00-0:43 mark.

EXTRA: The cutest thing about them is that Morty will always make time to text his counterpart. Starting from when he first wakes up, to in the middle of classes, during adventures, non-stop throughout the day. The only time he calls is late at night, just to hear his boyfriend's voice. And they'll stay on the phone for hours just talking about everything and anything until they both get sleepy eventually hang up.

{ OOC / HC } Now onto the more platonic stuff.

CONTACT NAME: Rick also hasn't changed this since he met his counterpart's Morty. So, it's simple. "Other Morty -Portal Gun Emoji-". (Yes, Rick has custom emojis on his phone.)

CONTACT PHOTO: This also hasn't changed. He has a matching picture set up with him and his own Morty. The same picture of them both, just cropped to fit the avatars. So for this Morty, it's a picture, glaring at him and his counterpart. 'Cause, coincidentally, it was taken after a prank that they pulled on the Mortys.

RINGTONE: Continuing with the matching Morty set up, he uses the same ringtone for his own Morty. Courtesy Call - Thousand Foot Krutch, however, for this Morty he has it at the 0:33-0:46 mark.

EXTRA: There aren't many texts or phone calls he makes to the other Morty. Whenever he does text him, it's because he either 1. is very drunk and lonely or 2. he's confusing him with his own Morty and can't be bothered look at the name properly.

{ OOC / HC } A lot of the information that Morty has for the other Rick is very simple. Considering that he mostly hangs out with him in person. Plus, it's not like he has that much more for his own Rick anyway.

CONTACT NAME: It's just a simple "PM's Rick." Nothing too special about it. He doesn't want to put the word other because it's not just any other Rick, it's his boyfriend's Rick. And he's also like his Rick, in a way, considering that's his grandpa's counterpart.

CONTACT PHOTO: It's kind of a long story, but the short version is, he ended up walking in on the Ricks in the middle of a romantic moment. He never saw them like that before so, stupidly, he took a picture of them. Which he ended up getting caught, called a little pervert, and basically kicked out of the garage while getting yelled at. So it's a picture of your Rick kissing my Rick while your Rick is sitting on my Rick's lap.

RINGTONE: He really can't help it to have this song as the ringtone. Get Schwifty. To this day he's still proud of it and he knows both Ricks are proud of it too.

EXTRA: Morty rarely texts first unless his Rick is missing and isn't answering his phone, so he'll contact your Rick to ask where is. He also ends up receiving a lot of drunk texts, but he never replies to those.

#countlessrealities #{ headcanon ; 🧪 }#{ headcanon ; 🎮 }#{ ᴿⁱᶜᵏ ⁺ ᴿⁱᶜᵏ || 🧪ɪ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅɪᴇ }#{ ᴹᵒʳᵗʸ ⁺ ᴹᵒʳᵗʸ || 🎮 ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ'ᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ }#{ under the read more is the platonic versions as well uwu }#{ you can reblog this if you want (this goes for the rest of the headcanon posts i'm about to throw at you) }#{ also i'm just laughing at all of this fdhsjkfds }#{ they're cute with their boyfriends but when it comes to their counterpart's grandpa/grandson -- they get awkward xD }

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💗🌏📸☁️🌱 - for daisy clarke please and thank you 🙏🏻

💗 : if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

With Daisy it progressively becomes more and more obvious, but you wouldn’t know from a first glance. Daisy is big on physical touch so I think she’s very tactile with people she has a crush on — hugging, bumping up next to them, etc. This is applicable especially when she is in love, she wants to be near the person at all times and wants to be held.

🌏 : will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

It’s a hard decision for her, because Daisy is not selfish in that regard. She sacrifices for the greater good more often than not. It’s not a definitive no but I think it depends really on the other person and if they’d ask that of her.

📸 : do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of?

Daisy doesn’t mind having her picture taken but she’s also never been the type of person to need cameras. As a child there were at least 100 pictures of the same pose: James on the left, Ron on the right, Daisy in the middle with their arms around one another. Nowadays she just smiles. As she gets older I think she takes more photos. Namely once she and Ron start having kids that’s like… 98% of the family album. Look at my husband being a good dad guys.

☁️ : a soft headcanon

On the topic of their kids, she loves braiding Laura’s hair before school. They buy a lot of hair ribbons. Laura’s hair will never lack adornments.

🌱 : what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

If I may ahem quote the ancient texts:

She remembers being ten-years-old, and fumbling on a leap during her dress rehearsal for her ballet recital. The pain in her ankle brought her to the point of tears. They’d called an ambulance, she went to the hospital, and it turned out she had a very bad sprain. The doctor had been… clinical, formal — she was terrified and he did very little to diffuse her fright. But there was also a nurse in the room with kind eyes and a soothing voice. She’d been the one to reassure her, to calm her down, talk to her and make Daisy feel as though it wasn’t the end of the world after all. The doctor had been impersonal, blunt in his explanations to her parents. The nurse had been benevolent and warm.

#ch: daisy clarke #poet’s mail box

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lisacatara-actress · 2 years

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ALMOST LISA : Pt 5, “Almost Role Model?”

*I retain all rights to my photography and story, story details, biographical information, fashion designs, art work, and anything and everything I have posted which is my own creation*)

"I believe if you cannot find a Role Model, you must become one.”

The 2020 Covid Pandemic completely shut down Hollywood and much of the world, leaving many without work and income for over a year. A year without a paycheck in my industry meant no residuals (aka “royalties”) moving forward. And due to alleged (*ahem*) mismanagement of funds by our union (Sag-Aftra) and poor negotiations on our contracts, it was already more challenging then ever for members to secure employment and earn income in Entertainment. The Industry shutdown would prove devastating for many career professionals, already barely hanging on. I was not ready for another major financial challenge.

Nothing but time on our hands and nowhere to go, many preoccupied themselves with social media as a creative outlet. For me, not much changed. I was already isolated and hyper-creative. I got busy sewing, singing, dancing, drawing, sharing anything and anything I made via social media. I made dresses and jackets, crooned show tunes (best I could), wrote scripts, redesigned my home, revamped business materials, shot photos (of myself, to be safe) and constantly worked out. Anything to evade the nonstop barrage of disinformation and scare tactics the news spun, daily.

The first few months were artistically productive (if not redundant). Most everything shut down. There were no doctors visits (thankfully, no emergencies either for me during this time), grocery shopping was planned and strategized, I saw no friends or colleagues except for what they posted online. I was unemployed and paying Los Angeles rent.

The few jobs I managed to book in 2020 were chaos as each production had its own safety protocols which changed daily as new information came in regarding transmission of the virus. One of my gigs required two extensive fittings via Zoom. A PA had to drop off the entirety of their wardrobe selects (three filled garment bags and two shopping bags) on my doorstep for me to try on- online- for the producers and director, then collect all of it afterward and put it all under a UV light. Another job required technology which was set-up outside my door and entrusted to me for the duration of the shoot in my own apartment, then collected and sanitized afterward. Days on actual sets were like vacations. Endless covid-testing left my nose raw, but I was thrilled for any opportunity to work and keep my health benefits.

Out of the blue, I received an email from a fellow Heights High School alumni asking if I would consider his support for the Cleveland Heights Alumni Association ‘s 2020 honoree ceremony. This was a surprise. I was fairly unrelatable and too busy to become popular in High School. I'd also been feeling terribly invisible for quite some time. That one or any of my colleagues remembered and was inspired by my life's successes enough to nominate me was touching. I've always been aware that my career choice is exciting and special. I just thought no one cared about the 96% of us who aren't famous and wealthy. As it turned out, I was voted in by my peers and the upcoming graduating student body. That got my attention.

Because I never had a role model or mentor growing up, because I figured everything out on my own, because we were not wealthy and I had to work and earn everything, because I passed on any support/ help which required/ forced me to compromise my integrity ... I value opportunity to uplift and inspire youth to achieve greatness in whatever life and career goals they hold. So in the middle of a pandemic (at the most personally and professionally challenging and uncertain time of my life) I had to suck it up and represent the values and tenacity I’d sworn to, which ultimately helped me achieve my Dreams. Alone, in my apartment, in a Zoom- broadcast ceremony, with my parents watching in Cleveland, I became a 2020 CH-UH Distinguished Alumni Hall of Famer. One of a long and impressive list of successful grads from my incredible, public Alma Matter.

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Flashback: So many opportunities for me growing up were missed due to financial hardship and shortcomings. My family was far from wealthy. Lack and necessity compelled me to get a job at 14-15 and start earning for myself. I knew if I didn't, I’d have nothing. And I took pride in never asking my parents for help (they were handling enough). Problem was, I was more talented than I was privileged. Other kids took lessons, attended festivals, enrolled in special classes, got in the rooms where opportunities were, etc. I had to find- or create- my own.

One opportunity did find me after Eastman. I was in rehearsal in a theater in Manhattan, spending down-time sketching in my design book. I’d always loved fashion and had invented a style of designing on a template which allowed me to continuously pen ideas on a form. What started as doodles very quickly became 100′s, then 1000′s of original fashion designs (I had a lot of down time). At some point, my work caught the attention of the administrator of the Fashion Institute of Technology (FIT) who admitted me to the school, purely on my illustrations and submission materials. I went to admissions week, excited to venture into yet another creative world I enjoyed, but because I already acquired a degree from another entity, I was denied housing and was already up to my eyeballs in student loans. So I could not attend. Instead, I made event dresses (using very limited sewing skills) for myself and friends, and some of my designs became intricate pen & ink illustrations to be collected by private art and fashion enthusiasts (and still are today). But I always think about the time I “almost” became a fashion designer.

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Financial shortcoming remained a thorn in my side. No matter how hard I hustled or how many jobs I booked, being an actor in Hollywood is an expensive undertaking. Especially when you go it all alone, with no mentor or guidance. Especially when unprecedented circumstances start digging into your savings. It’d taken over 20 years to amass a couple of years savings, and one pandemic to all but take it away.

A couple of months after The Alumni ceremony, I made the incredibly difficult decision to move to Atlanta, Georgia. By now, the Entertainment industry had partially migrated out of Hollywood and established production in many other states. Georgia had seen major motion pictures for years by now. It was dubbed “Hollywood South” (or “Y’allywood” for the locals).

My decision wasn't purely an industry one, though there was no way I was going to abandon a career I’d built from the ground up, one I was made for. I’d also exhausted both UCLA and Cedar Sinai’s medical staff to the point I could not find any “care” (save for a terrific hematologist and rheumatologist who tirelessly helped me monitor my condition and make referrals where they could). There was no way of knowing what the pandemic would bring moving forward or how I would continue (after 18 years) to thrive. I figured I’d save a little money (I was paying $1700/month for a one-bedroom in LA, gas was above $5.50/G at the time, both were rising) by moving to a more affordable location and reestablishing myself in a new community. The goal was to get back to work, keep my health benefits, maybe see my parents more, and get better. Despite not having a large Tribe or many close relationships, there was a voice in the back of my mind, telling me I was abandoning Hollywood and a lifestyle I loved. But get busy doing or get busy- literally- dying, so I lightened my load and migrated back East.

(to be continued...)

(PS If you like what you're reading, I welcome contributions to the efforts via Venmo @LTarantinoDesigns)

#hollywood #lisa catara #film #movies #art #artist #photography #photographer #celebrities #fame #success #women in film #fashion

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