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clarktooncrossing · 2 years ago

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Giraffe's Eye View: Christmas Specials Special (2023) | ADVENT INDEX

Chestnuts are roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost is nipping at your nose. Mom and dad can hardly wait for school to start again. All the dogs in the neighborhood somehow learned to bark Jingle Bells in sync. Yet retail workers are still more annoyed with Mariah Carey. Snow is getting shoveled, tossed, and formed into sentient beings leading parades without permits. It makes for an excellent distraction as the Krampus abducts children for bad behavior. Fruitcake is exchanged only to find its permanent home in the garbage. Terrorists have hijacked the Holiday office party right before your boss can give you a Jelly of the Month Club membership as your bonus. And of course, the Turducken has returned to wreak its fiery vengeance upon an unsuspecting world! If all this doesn’t put you in the Christmas spirit, perhaps these following Holiday specials will!

Greetings people of today and robots of tomorrow! It is I, Santa Clark, your geeky giraffe friend with a deep love of Christmas! My obsession for the yuletide is rivaled only by Maleficent’s hatred for it, which is saying a lot considering she once teamed up with Mad Madam Mim to kidnap the literal Spirit of Christmas. Yes, that really happened. I know this due to my annual pilgrimage to the Island of Misfit Specials, home to obscure or nerdy festive media ranging from movies, TV episodes, and comics. It’s no easy journey. Constantly I find myself confronted by sinister snowmen, genocidal gingerbread men, and worst of all, crappy commercials. Getting stabbed in the foot by a candy-cane wielding cookie is one thing, but I swear I’ve seen that ad for Wilbur’s White Elephant Gift Emporium more times than I’ve seen Miracle on 34th Street! Sometimes at night I catch myself reciting that jingle. Wilbur’s White Elephant Gift Emporium: Where Christmas meets Convenience! Huh, maybe Maleficent had a point.

Nah, my deep-rooted appreciation for this time of year can weather even the most moronic marketing! It helps that most of the merry media I’ve seen have put me in the perfect Holiday mood! Examples include the time a Ninja Turtle found himself trapped in a truck full of stollen toys, a drunk department store Santa stumbling onto a wish-granting magic bag, Big Bird nearly becoming a popsicle, Gwenpool waking up in a world where Galactus took the place of jolly ol’ Saint Nicholas, a terrifying tree stump trying to slaughter some saps over a stupid ship war, and the year when Death gave the Little Match Girl the greatest gift of all. Needless to say, I thought I had seen it all. That is, until I took my friends on a trip to the Island, tasking them to find me new, strange, seasonal specials to review! Some of them were fair, finding me festive favorites as comforting as coco in front of the fireplace. Others were fiendish, wanting to feed off my misery like Gremlins after midnight. Regardless of how naughty or nice my companions were, I’ve compiled all of their suggestions into a makeshift advent calendar! So stay tuned everyday until Christmas to see how badly my buddies can shred what little sanity I have left.

DAY 1: Barbie in Nutcracker (Suggested by Molly)

DAY 2: Care Bears Nutcracker (Suggested by Your Clairy Godmother)

DAY 3: Equestria Girls Holiday Special + Holidays Unwrapped (Suggested by @foxhatart)

DAY 4: The Flash: Running to Stand Still + Justice League: Comfort and Joy (Suggested by Zephron)

DAY 5: A Christmas Special: Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir (Suggested by xXFluffyPachirusuXx)

DAY 6: Klaus (Suggested by Void-Android)

DAY 7: Sakura’s Wonderful Christmas + Komi: It’s Just a Merry Christmas (Suggested by Alice2Rose)

DAY 8: Christmas with the Kranks + Tokyo Godfathers (Suggested by @burningthrucelluloid)

DAY 9: Come back tomorrow to unwrap The Christmas Tree!

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To tide you over until then, Santa Clark's gonna regift some older reviews from years back during #ThrowbackThursday, so be on the lookout for those as well. Until then, HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND MAY THE GLASSES BE WITH YOU!

#clarktooncrossing #giraffe's eye view #review #Christmas #Advent #Barbie #Barbie in Nutcracker #Care Bears Nutcracker #Equestria Girls Holidays Unwrapped #The Flash #Miraculous Ladybug #Klaus #cardcaptor sakura #Komi Can't Communicate #Christmas with the Kranks #Tokyo Godfathers

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emeraldmew · 4 months ago

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imagining the Mechanisms in the Animorphs universe...

The crew of immortal space pirates aren't here to interfere, they're just here for a good time. Maybe they'll witness some good tragedies to write songs about in a century or two.

In the meantime, Tim and the Toy Soldier entertain themselves playing games with the Howlers. It's "jolly good fun for all involved" apparently.

Drumbot Brian spends a few centuries debating the definition of violence with the Chee. The Chee discover that even androids can get headaches.

Raphaella la Cognizi decides to collect the Time Matrix. Not for any science project or anything like that, though. She just thinks it'll be a great new decoration for her lab.

Jonny lets a Yeerk into his head out of boredom. The Yeerk is not made to experience millennia worth of memories and simply screams with Jonny's voice for three days straight.

Other thoughts to be determined.

#the mechanisms #animorphs

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stay-midnight · 2 years ago

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hi hi hehe

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LMAO the divine amusement ask took me a hot second cause again, its growing hotter every second but anyways hehe

dude i could just imagine reader waking up in jeongin's arms, still fucked out and so, so sore-not even able to think straight while jeongin would wake up with a smirk, he didn't ever bother pulling out even after breeding the reader for hours (his dick no matter how big can't even keep all the cum from leaking out 😭, and the jeongin illusions were just as rough as the real one for sure.)

i'd like to think that the effects of the omega emulation hasn't worn off yet so reader would still somehow be clingy and needy for jeongin, who's cooing and going off on how his omega still needs more and while another breeding session ensues he'd be a lot more nicer??? still really needy with his movements but i could see him internally glowing cause reader's just so cute being all over him hehe 😊

i thought of hyunjin being the one reader would take in cause while seungmin and jeongin rivalry is great- (did not forget about that whole ceo vs sugar daddy and would also like to talk about that heck-) just looking at hyunjin would set jeongin off, seungmin comes across as someone who wouldn't really be the dom type (that's some bs though, cause we all know 😏😏😏)so yeah. If hyunjin comes back to the cabin with a whole ass mob with torches and pitchforks? It'll either go down in 2 ways-

Its either Jeongin massacres them all, so back to dark-angst-lighthearted or fox magic saves the day and reader talks to jeongin about hyunjin's suspicions 🤧🤧🤧 No matter what happens it'll definitely be significant for reader and jeongin's development

Hmm, if its 2 members x reader for journey through the cosmos then the other human imo should be chan! would it turn out to be poly though? i'd imagine both chan and reader helping hyunjin develop his personality-reader helping hyunjin have fun and enjoy life while chan teaches hyunjin things that can't just be learned through hyunjin's programmed knowledge (social cues and all that or smthnn)

the smut dynamics too- i feel like it'd be fun for hyunjin to explore the bodies of his 2 humans- the thought of sub reader, sub chan and dom android hyunjin is 🤐🤐🤐 hyunjin making both cum at the same time-fucking reader while his vibrating fingers thrust in chan's hole, or maybe chan riding hyunjin while reader rides hyunjins face 🤧🤧🤧 (his long mechanical tongue just-)

King Felix making his royal wardrobe maker make reader the finest lingerie, then tying up the reader in his signature chains as he has his way with them, tying reader up in different positions as his deep voice echo in the reader's head 😩 Felix can't help himself just seeing his most loyal subject all pretty and in chains for him drives him crazy, definitely taking his time in worshipping and complimenting reader's body 💞

Also also! What was the thought out plot for Emperor Jeongin? While you won't be continuing it since it's already similar to royals-emperor jeongin is hot okay 👉👈 could imagine him catching reader at the party and smut ensues hehe (cause i'd definitely kneel before emperor jeongin 👀)

part 2 to this ask again cause divine amusement y'know y'know and thank you for replying to these asks 💖 and just to mention that i didn't think the divine amusement ask would get so long but it is what it is 😭😃

anonnieeeee hello again for the midnight fic talks!

Divine Amusement's plot thickens (cuz it was not in the first place 😭)

rip reader's ass we salute his sacrifice 🫡, anyways, Jeongin really has that thing for breeding reader and like I would be surprised that the bed they had sex in (or couch) wouldn't smell like cum or be stained with it 😭 and like reader would be probably used to the daily exercise but god does he feel even more drained than from gathering woods in the forest

Jeongin's jolly side would finally be brought out cuz like reader pays attention to him not a certain long hair blonde who just decided to get between him and reader 🤧 ALSO I FEEL LIKE WHEN JEONGIN HAS HIS TAILS OUT CUZ YK HES A NINE TAILED FOX READER WOULD DEFO DIVE INTO THOSE HUGE ASS FURS

yuh its Hyunjin's turn, (Jeongin just loves rivalry between other members so much, possessive jeongin is like on top [maknae on top] hehe) OH YEAH I remember like taking a trip down memory lane and i found out the whole ceo seung vs sugar daddy jeongin was like a favorite of many like sometimes i get requests about it even though my req is closed aw (seungmin is like the definition of "beta in the streets, alpha in the sheets) MOB yeah that word i forgot that word 😭, in a way hyunjin kinda got attached to reader in short while and noticed the jeongin is not really human das why he out here bringing a whole town— I feel like Jeongin would hurt a few that gets too close and cocky like break a few bones and reader has to stop him from ensuing a massacre so reader and hyunjin has talk about the situation — though albeit that Hyunjin would push forward then Jeongin would have to shoo them away with some mind control! But ofc, it doesn't go off unnoticed by some so definitely it would have a affect on the current war and some military would like to get themselves weapons (A certain nine tailed powerful fox fits that description).

Yuh, Chan'll be a good fit but like I can see a scene where even Hyunjin is confused that Chan was the one who came out of the pod cuz something about incorrect information and then the two humans were suppose to like repopulate by making babies 😭😭😭it be kinda funny in my head. Definitely those !and I feel like Hyunjin would tell stories to the reader and Chan about Earth cuz they were in fact absent and asleep at the time of destruction!

(omg i love sub chan, im sorry dom chan lovers ive always been a sub chan enthusiast i betrayed yall) Smut would be wilding with android hyunjin like— I can definitely see Hyunjin being a bit confused though like he doesnt exactly know how to dirty talk but god the pleasuring! And yes definitely that 😭 that would be so fucking hot, size queen bang chan would struggle a bit cuz ofc he pick the biggest setting as hyunjin's d (changing sizes cock goes wild) and the tongue fucking just 😍👌 And like there would be a part where reader and chan are on their knees both sucking hyunjin off and the synthetic cum just splashes cuz god Android Hyunjin would release liters for both 🤐.

Definitely King Felix would literally praise reader's body and at the same time call him his toy and possession! I can see Felix fucking reader in his royal apparel complete with crown and all 🤧 but the best part would definitely be him eating out reader like his finest dine

The plot I had in mind was something like reader disguising himself into the party plainly out of curiosity and he hears the a lot of royalty would be there (he takes it as somehow a chance to finally get out of a boring duty life and maybe runaway with a princess or so he thought before he got caught by emperor jeongin— made into his slut and bent over in the aftermath in the royal bedroom) (same emperor jeongin has a powerful grip on me)

😭 i mean i enjoy reading this quite a bit hmm ill answer a part of the ask tonight then the other part tomorrow ( i really have to adjust my schedule 😭 cuz i try to atleast get 8 hours of sleep a day 💀)

#midnight asks #midnight rants #mystery anonnie

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someonestolemyshoes · 4 years ago

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Toys Shouldn’t Move

This is a repost of an old.....frankly chaotic fic I wrote a few years ago, but as I was asked to repost some of my old Ackerbabies fics, I figured this one can see the light of day again. Whether I think it should be in the public eye again is. Debatable.

Anyway, this is technically part of my Our House collection and I’ll archive it in there as well, but I figured since it’s, um, Different. It can have a place of it’s own too!!

Warning: Non-graphic depictions of sex between inanimate(?) objects.

They’re getting ready for bed when Levi brings it up, and he only thinks to mention it because Hange is wearing a slip of a nightie, the cool, thin silk see-through at the breast, riding high over her thighs. On any normal day he wouldn’t hesitate, but today he feels dirty. He freezes when her finger grazes over the skin of his chest, body rigid, and at Hange’s questioning gaze he says, “the Cookie Monster fucked Elmo.”

It all started with that fucking Tickle Me Extreme Cookie Monster toy.

Levi wasn’t fond of them, those fuzz-coated, boggle-eyed, shit-your-pants scary robots marketed to brats as young as his own and he can’t see the attraction, doesn’t understand the way Samson claps his hands and spits his laughs, all wide-eyed and full of joy as the fluffy little demon chuckles it’s weird, demonic laughter and rocks in time to the wriggle of Samson’s grubby, tickling fingers.

“Toys shouldn’t move,” he says one day, arms crossed and brow furrowed as Hange takes to the floor and sets the doll in motion. She rolls her eyes, and puffs a lock of hair from her face.

“Say hello to the twenty-first century, short stuff,” she says as Samson dives for the Cookie Monster with a kind of undignified gusto Levi rarely sees in him. Hange stretches to her feet, bends to press a kiss to Levi’s pouted mouth and scoops Leelu out of her chair.

“If this is the twenty-first century, I want out.”

Leelu stretches tiny, sticky fingers and grabs at the air in his direction. Levi lifts her out of Hange’s grip, and settles her on his hip, smudging a streak of chocolate from her cheek with his thumb. She points down at Samson, points at the god-forsaken toy and says, loud and clear and bossy as ever, “want one.”

Hange barks out a laugh, rests her hands on her hips and tips her chin up and guffaws, entirely at Levi’s expense, like there is anything remotely funny about the idea of having not one, but twoTickle Me Extreme Cookie Monster’s shrieking their laughter all day, every day, for the foreseeable future. Levi chucks Leelu’s cheek and scowls.

“Little traitor.”

In the end, they compromise.

On the plus side, no more Cookie Monster robots, and upon hearing those words Levi is about as happy as he can be with Leelu sucking the ends of his cravat between her tiny little teeth.

Instead, though, Leelu will receive her very own Elmo Live – in short, another hairy, beastly little android.

Hange unpacks the box while Leelu watches, eyes wide behind little, round-lens glasses, while Samson pulls tiny tufts of fur from his Cookie Monster and pretends he isn’t looking, too. Levi sips a cup of strong tea, resigned to this fate.

The minute the batteries are in and the switch is flicked on, Elmo rockets to life, voice high and nasal. He throws his head back and laughs, mouth gaping, eyes bulging, and Levi stares over the rim of his tea cup in horror as Leelu beats her palms together, and giggles along with the monstrous toy. Hange is smiling, wide and victorious and yes, a little malicious, too. She casts her eyes to the side, to Levi.

“I hate it,” Levi says, stiffly, blinking at the manic red bot. “I hate it so much.”

And then the Cookie Monster is off alongside it, bending at the waist and gyrating, busting out it’s awful laughter as Samson shrieks, nudges it to set it away again. Elmo is chatting with his mouth spread as wide as it goes, an empty, black pit yawning inside and oh my god, oh my god.

Levi thinks, as Hange steps behind him to rest her chin atop his head and the diabolical sniggering continues, that things absolutely, 100% cannot possibly get any worse.

Levi thought wrong.

It’s when he’s packing the day away that he realises his misjudgment. He crosses the room, scooping toy cars and Barbie dolls and Lego pieces from the floor and throwing them into the toy box, and on his final leg of the room, there they are.

They stand side by side, Elmo and the Cookie Monster, bulbous white eyes watching his approach. His hands are tentative as he reaches for them, half expecting the evil little bastards to spring to life in his palms, wriggling and chuckling, but they remain still even as he closes his fingers around their fat, hairy middles.

They remain silent as he carries them across the room, don’t utter a sound as he traps Elmo beneath an arm to make some room in the toy box, stay quiet as he drops them into place.

It’s only when he steps back, and turns to survey the room one more time that it happens.

The Cookie Monster starts it. His infernal laughter rips through the room making Levi jump, twisting and staring in absolute horror as the tiny beast’s body rests where he’d placed it, curled against the back of Elmo, chortling and grumbling phrases Levi can’t even understand and this is bad enough, this is the worst, most terrible thing he has ever witnessed in his whole life, bar none.

And then Elmo joins in.

Elmo shrieks, throws his mouth open and howls and the sounds are terrible enough, but there is one thing that is even worse.

Tickle Me Extreme Cookie Monster has one feature that interests and amazes kids, that has Samson’s eyes bugging out of his skull whenever he turns the damn thing on, and it isn’t his laughter, it isn’t his jolly little phrases, and it isn’t his touch-of-a-hand reactions.

It’s that he moves.

TMX Cookie Monster bends at the waist in jerky little movements; three down, and three back up, lather, rinse, repeat. It’s horrifying enough, watching the fuzzy blue devil do this alone, but right now his fat little body is curling and uncurling itself pressed right up against Elmo’s back.

And Elmo is still screeching, still belting out his laughter, head knocked back and mouth agape and Jesus Christ—

“They’re fucking,” Levi says to no one, staring at the toys where they sit in the box.

He is hasty to find the off-switch, and he drops them back in the box, shocked and speechless, before shaking his head and abandoning the room.

Hange frowns, pulls back and settles herself against the mattress, one leg folded neatly over the other.

“If you don’t want to have sex tonight you can just tell me,” she says, a note of humour in her tone. Levi shakes his head, shucks his jeans off and scrubs his hands through his hair.

“The toys,” he says almost desperately, and at Hange’s raised brow, he elaborates. “I was packing them away and they weren’t switched off, and the way they were lying…it looked like they were boning.”

“That’s,” Hange begins, blinking owlishly, “that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

Levi doubts this, knowing the kinds of things Hange reads and watches to keep herself entertained through the day, but he doesn’t argue.

“Can we just go to bed,” he says instead, and Hange nods, shaking her head and chuckling low under her breath.

Sleep is difficult, dreams wrought with red and blue and high, squawking laughter.

It happens again the next night, but by the time he drags Hange out of bed and down to the living room they have stopped and they sit, silent and mocking in the toy box, unseeing eyes staring into the room.

The worst part is, it never happens to Hange. Night after night she clears away, slips every used and abused toy into the box, and night after night Elmo and the Cookie Monster remain still, and silent.

Years go by; Samson and Leelu age and outgrow the toys they once loved. and Elmo and the Cookie Monster are no exception. Leelu is five when the robots are packed in cardboard and hauled up into the attic, and Levi sets the box to rest with a smile. He’s never been happier to see the back of any inanimate object in all his young life.

New toys come and go, some horrifying, some begrudgingly kind of cool, and as the kids shift from childhood to their teen years the phones come along. Cheap, at first, with thick, fat buttons and black and white screens and Snake, and as the kids grow older the phones become more complex.

They flip, they slide, they twist, they have the entire alphabet squeezed onto individual keys and then they have no keys at all, the epitome of modern technology.

Samson is sixteen, tapping away at the screen of a phone too complicated for Levi to even comprehend, when Hange suggests they clean out the attic for more storage space.

It’s a good idea, Levi thinks – though it’ll create messes he has to clean up – as he re-positions the ladder beneath the hatch for the third time. He holds it still as Samson and Leelu clamber up, and it’s only when Samson yells, “whoa, some of these are from like, ten years ago!” that Levi remembers what demons they’ve buried in boxes beneath the roof of their house.

“I’m making tea,” he says, and Hange nods.

“I’ll grab a coffee before we get started.” She angles her head up the opening and yells, “be careful up there, guys,” before smiling, pecking a kiss to Levi’s cheek, and leading him downstairs.

“Man, Lu-Lu, you had terrible taste in clothes as a kid, too.”

Samson dodges the smack Leelu sends his way and crumples the voluminous snot-green dress back into the box

“I, on the other hand,” he begins, brandishing an item from his own box, but his face falls into a grimace at the sight of the bright orange tee and he folds it away with a quiet, “sure glad Mum and Dad don’t dress me now.

“Hey, shit-for-brains,” Leelu says. Samson looks over. “This is all our old toys.”

“Oh, sweet! I bet mine were all better than yours, too.”

Leelu kicks at his thigh as Samson crawls the space between then and he scowls, rubs the battered limb and settles beside the box.

“Hey, look!” He laughs, pointing inside, “the Cookie Monster!”

“He’s squashing my Elmo.”

“Well, yeah,” Samson says, “Cookie Monster comes out on top every time, sis. Everyone knows CM trumps Elmo any day. God, I even picked better toys than you. Nothing’s changed, huh.”

“You know, Samson,” Leelu says, cracking her fingers one at a time. “I’d hate to ruin a perfectly good day by shoving your egocentric fucking face through the attic floor, but I’m not above doing it.”

Samson splays his hands and nods his head in surrender, and then he blinks wide, glinting eyes and reaches for the box.

“Wonder if they still work.”

It takes one touch to set the Cookie Monster flailing.

Samson prods him with a finger and Tickle Me Extreme Cookie Monster thrashes in the box, his rhythmic bending and unfurling awakening Elmo, too. The pair of them screech and holler, decades old laughter ricocheting off the attic walls, and Samson barks, pointing a long finger and grinning from ear to ear.

“Randy little bastards,” he hoots, fishing his phone out of his back pocket and opening the camera.

Leelu stares, wide-eyed and slack-jawed.

“What the fuck,” she breathes, gazing in abject horror as her childhood crumbles before her eyes. Samson can barely hold the camera steady, shoulders shaking, tears leaking down his cheeks as the Cookie Monster—

“He’s railing him,” Samson cries, voice high and strained as he fights to get the words passed his laughter. He angles the phone to catch Leelu in the lens, body hunched and eyes bulging, as she stares in terror at their childhood playthings.

“This is the most sordid thing I’ve ever seen,” Samson wheezes.

“I can’t fucking believe it,” Leelu says, quiet, monotonous, and horrified.

It takes a little longer before she thinks to switch them off, and when the idea finally springs to mind she hesitates to reach into the box. It feels dirty, touching them, and Samson wipes the tears from his face when the noise finally comes to a stop.

“I gotta show Mum,” Samson says, coughing out a few additional, choking laughs. Leelu follows him down the ladder in a daze.

“Mum, you’ve got to see this.”

Samson rockets into the kitchen, eyes alive, arm outstretched with his phone clutched in his hand. Levi sips his tea and raises a brow, gaze falling on Leelu as she drags her feet over the threshold and slumps into a chair. There’s something about the look in her eyes, a violated kind of shock that Levi has only seen once before, on himself, all those years ago, way back when…

Oh, no.

“Hey, Levi!” Hange laughs, setting her mug on the table. She peels Samson’s phone from his hand and turns it, tapping the screen. “Look what the kids found.”

There on the screen it plays, Elmo Live and Tickle Me Extreme Cookie Monster in all their sleazy glory. Levi jabs a finger first at the horror unfolding on the screen, and then at Hange

“I fucking told you,” he says, sitting a little higher in his chair to take one long, dignified slurp of his tea.

“My Elmo,” Leelu says. She looks at Levi a little imploringly. He shrugs a shoulder.

“It’s a long-standing affair,” he says. Samson claps him on the shoulder while Leelu buries her face in her hands.

“Taking it right in the childhood there, Lu-Lu,” Samson says, “just like Elmo’s taking it right in the—”

“Fuck the fuck off.”

“You didn’t believe me,” Levi says, listening idly as Samson and Leelu argue beside him. Hange replays the video and stares, laughter bubbling up in her eyes. Levi folds his arms, sniffing haughtily. “I told you those things were disgusting. Can we throw them away now?”

“No!” Samson wails, voice a little choked where his neck is hooked under Leelu’s arm. “You can’t punish them for love, Dad. I thought you were better than that.”

“Oh my god.”

“He’s right,” Hange says, grinning impishly, “I didn’t think you were the discriminating type.”

Levi scowls, then purses his lips.

“Can we just throw the damn things out?”

“I’ve lost all respect for you, Pops,” Samson says, and he tries to sigh, but his breath is gurgled when Leelu squeezes his neck a little tighter.

“Throw them out,” she says, “get rid of them.”

Levi kicks his way out of the chair, legs scraping over the kitchen tiles as Samson yells, strangled and desperate, “Injustice!”

Hange replays the video for a third time, tilts the screen first one way, then the other.

“It’s pretty impressive,” she says, “that they’re still working after all these years. And Elmo is way more flexible than I thought.”

Leelu tightens her headlock on Samson, choking off a snide, spit-heavy comment about stamina, and Levi drops back into his chair, tilting his head against the back rest to stare, resigned, at the ceiling. He listens to his children argue, to Leelu’s threats and Samson’s jeers, to Hange’s laughter and her half-hearted reprimands.

And to the monstrous, ungodly audio of toys fucking in his attic.

#snk #levihan #ackerbabies #my writing #im so sorry in advance to anyone who hasn't had the displeasure of reading this already #In my defence I was VERY tired #crack

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howtodisassembleyourdeviant · 3 years ago

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@handerscn

"Hey, Connor - uh... Merry Christmas." Hank almost looked a bit sheepish as he handed the gift over to the younger - a package, wrapped in some red, green and white paper. He'd done his best to make it look as neat and tidy as his skill would allow him to (he'd never been god at wrapping gifts), offering a lopsided smile once their gazes met.

"It's, uh... it's nothin' special, but... anyway. I hope you'll like it."

Inside the package, Connor would find a long-sleeved sweater with a simple, geometric pattern in shades of blue and grey, as well as a matching beanie and a scarf.

"I know you technically don't really need such stuff but, uh... well.. I think everyone needs some good, warm clothin', if only to feel comfortable."

Connor looked up at Hank from his position on the floor, relaxing with Sumo. He moved to sit back on the couch, tilting his head at the package. It looked nice but, with closer inspection, the android could see the crinkles in the paper from being wrapped and unwrapped. Hank must have put a lot of effort into wrapping the gift.

"Merry Christmas, Hank," Connor smiles, "You didn't have to get me anything." He was still learning about the holidays humans celebrate. Christmas was particularly difficult to understand with all the different ways it came into existence and how it's celebrated today.

Personally, Connor likes what would be considered the commercialized version, about a large, jolly man using magic and elves to make toys for good boys and girls. That it's a holiday celebrating being together with family and helping those less fortunate, be them android, human, or animal. It's a shame that the human drive for the ideal Christmas often results in extra work for the department.

Connor takes the package, carefully opening it. Hank spent a lot of time wrapping it, it seemed wrong to just tear at his hard work. The sweater was as soft as it looked, making the android smile wider. The pattern was reminiscent of Hank's own unique style while the colors were unmistakably Connor's. It reminded him of comfort and safety.

While he didn't feel the cold like humans, it did register to him and learned he does not particularly like the sensation. The colder it is, the longer it seems to take the RK800 to shake off the feeling, even when moving into a warmer area. At first, he thought it was something wrong with his thermoregulator, but he's ran diagnostics and had it manually inspected. Now, he wonders if it isn't psychological. The frigid cold he felt in his Zen Garden lingering as a physical memory.

"This is perfect. Thank you, Hank," Connor beamed, putting on the hat and scarf. It was quite warm and so soft to his sensors, "I got you something as well. I wasn't sure how you felt about celebrating the holidays," Connor spoke as he stood, going to the kitchen and shifting some things in one of the cabinets around and pulling out a small gift, "I thought you would enjoy it nonetheless." Christmas was a family holiday and was particularly kid-centric in the US. This can't be an easy time of year for the lieutenant.

Inside were two season passes for the Detroit Gears along with a scarf Connor made himself whenever he had a spare minute, Sumo's face knitted over a wavy gold and red pattern with tassels at both ends. It was probably childish, but Connor doesn't really have a concept of what's deemed for children and what's more mature. He was excited to use his new skill to make a gift for someone he cares for. He bets Cyberlife never expected their prized android to take up knitting.

#hank // handerscn #Christmas #Aww that's so sweet!

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thirium-fiction · 5 years ago

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Could I ask for Simon, Connor, Markus and RK900 reacting to their shy S/O/threader trying to flirt with them but instead getting really flustered and trying to awkwardly stutter out the line but then giving up and just asking them to kiss her?

A/N: Changed this one just slightly and made it pre-relationship because who doesn’t love a little embarrassment with their crush??

Warnings: Little bit of swearing, some fluff with some suggestiveness as well

Simon -

You had no idea how you were going to do this.

Simon was Simon and you were just...you.

He was one of the head people of the revolution right alongside Markus for god’s sake. How were you supposed to muster up the courage to be able to flirt with him? You know, other deviants don’t tell you the terms and conditions of what comes along with having feelings. It just made things more complicated. Couldn’t you just be friends with the pretty blonde android? Your mind wanted to say yes but every single other biocomponent in your body said no (specifically your thirium pump). Is that what humans feel? Gross.

Maybe he just saw you as a friend. Yeah, that could be it. Forget all this.

“You’re overthinking.” A voice came from the right of you, scaring you out of your internal rant. “It’s written all over your face.”

You shifted awkwardly in your spot as your gaze still rests on the particular blue-eyed PL600 model. “North, I don’t think I can do this.” A light bulb suddenly went off in your head. “Maybe you can-”

“I’m not passing the message off for you.” She laughed, crossing your arms before a slight cringe falls upon her features. “That would be weird.”

Letting out a breath of air, you shook your hands and jogged in place like you were getting ready to wrestle. “You’re right.” You said, giving a nod to her as she watches you with a judgmental yet amused look on her face. “I got this. I got this. I got this.” You repeated the phrase multiple times, trying to convince yourself.

Rolling her eyes, North pushed you forward and caused you to almost trip yourself. “Just go.”

Once you regained your balance, you began to walk forward while staring back at North who was giving you a supportive thumbs up (or her best attempt at one). You were so busy watching her that you didn’t realize you already made it to your destination and bumped into Simon.

“O-Oh! I’m so sorry, Simon! D-Didn’t realize you were standing there!” You laugh nervously, internally swearing at yourself non-stop for being such a klutz.

The man gave you a kind smile that made your synthetic heart swoon. “It’s not a problem at all, (Y/N).” He was about to go back to whatever he was doing before you began again.

“Um, I was just wondering-” You trailed off, your eyes falling everywhere but his. “I couldn’t help but notice how much you’ve done for me.” Your (Y/N) orbs widen and your gaze snapped to him. “J-Jericho! Jericho, I mean. Not me, specifically.”

Simon furrowed his eyebrows, a look of concern dawning on him but there was still a small grin across his lips. “Are you alright?”

“Of course!” You squeaked a little too quickly before clearing your throat. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He blinked once before his smile grew a little more, curious as to what you were up to. “I don’t know...” He muttered, tilting his head, observing your microexpressions. “Why wouldn’t you be?”

You practically became jelly right then and there. You weren’t cut out for this. Your mind was whirling with too much and you just had to get out. Too bad your mouth spoke first.

“Because I want you to kiss me.”

You immediately gasped and covered your mouth. You almost stumbled over yourself trying to get away with a bunch of apologies but you were stopped by a gentle hand on your shoulder.

And a soft peck on your lips.

“You could’ve just led with that.” He whispered, his unbelievably warm hands cupping your face. “North was right about your face giving you away.”

‘Damn you, North.’ You thought, barely able to process what just happened. He began to leave feather light kisses all over, leaving you feeling more comforted than you ever have been.

‘But also, thank you, North.’

Connor -

You needed help fast. You knew Hank wanted nothing more than he already could handle with the robot. So, desperate times meant desperate measures.

“GAVIN!” You slammed your hands on his desk, knocking his cup of pens and pencils over.

“FUCK!” The detective shot up from his previous position of using his arms as a pillow. The bags under his eyes were darker than ever. It must’ve been a rough couple of days. And that definitely meant he wasn’t going to be in a jolly mood. “The hell do you want this time?”

Case and point.

You pulled up a chair and sat next to him, your chin on your hands with a cheeky grin which caused a look of both disgust and annoyance to be directed at you. “I need your assistance.”

Gavin raised a brow before scoffing, “Assistance?” He shook his head and leaned back in his chair, trying to stretch his aching back. “You spend so much time with that shit for brains that you’re even starting to sound like it.”

“Please?” You beg, knowing it would inflate his already huge ego.

There was a pause before he heaved an overly dramatic sigh and gestured for you to continue.

You bit your lip, trying to think of a way to phrase it. “Now, let’s say there was someone in the office you’re, um, interested in? How would you get their attention?”

Gavin’s head laid limp near his shoulder before it fell back so he could stare at the ceiling. “Ugh, I don’t fuckin’ knowww.” He grunted before throwing his arms up. “Flirt? Like, you know, a normal person?”

Flirting? You weren’t exactly the biggest expert at that. Well, maybe it won’t be too bad considering Connor was quite different than the average male. Unless he had to ability to have standards. Oh, god. What were his standards?

“Alright.” You replied, slowly getting up from your seat next to him. “Guess I’ll give it a shot.”

But, a hand raised mid-air forced you to stop in your tracks.

“Don’t tell me it has something to do with….” He pinched the bridge of his nose, his energy for handling anything quickly dwindling. “...WALL-E over there.” Your heavy silence made him grab the trash can from underneath his desk and begin to gesture from his mouth to the container. “I’m puking right now.”

You turned around and walked away from his childish antics.

“This is me puking!” He called out after you until you couldn’t hear him anymore before putting it back and going back to his nap.

Eventually, you made your way to Connor’s desk and noticed him scanning through files at a rapid pace. “Hey, Connor…” You began, causing his brown eyes to fall upon yours.

“Yes, (Y/N)? Did you need something?”

You were about to tell him never mind but you knew this was something you had to do.

“Could you come with me to the other break room for a second?” You watched as he glanced between you and his work before getting up with a small ‘okay’ and following you.

When you got there, you closed the door and silently fixed yourself a cup of coffee to look like you needed something from the room despite not being thirsty nor needing any more things to make you antsy.

“Were you able to look at the thing I sent you?” You asked, taking a small sip from the piping cup of joe.

He blinked, puzzled at first before raising his eyebrows. “Oh, yes! I found it very enjoyable. I don’t think I could ever get tired of all the dog content you send me!”

‘Do I really send him that much?’ You thought as you put your cup down, not really interested in it.

Connor pursed his lips before slightly squinting. “Why did you ask for me?”

Oh, right. The flirting. You cleared your throat before slowly approaching him. “You’ve been here for awhile, Connor.” You whisper, trying to look at least a little seductive.

“Yes, I have.” He stated, your efforts going right over his head.

Your fingers crawl up his suit jacket slowly. “Has anyone c-caught your eye?” You flutter your eyes, smiling.

What were you thinking?

“U-uh,” He stuttered as well, unsure of how to handle a situation like this. A situation where he had no clue what was going on. Or, maybe he did. He wasn’t sure if that’s what it was though. “I don’t understand, (Y/N). Could you care to-”

“Goddammit, Connor I’ve liked you for a long time and would really appreciate it if you just-”

The android slammed his lips to yours, his hands hovering over your waist, not knowing what to do past this point. You quickly broke it and you could see there was a brief flash of worry across his face.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did that.”

A couple beats passed until you giggled a bit, making him look at you. “I can’t fool a detective.” You giggle before pulling him back in again as his arms wrapped themselves tightly around your torso, never wanting to let go.

And maybe it was just your imagination from being on cloud nine but you could’ve sworn you heard,

“Puke! Everywhere!”

Markus -

You really didn’t want to say that you had gained feelings for him over time but you knew you couldn’t deny it for so long. Even Carl could see it. He secretly would try and coordinate when you could come over and when Markus visited. Despite the artist’s health deteriorating, he still wanted to make sure the two of you were happy.

“Alarms deactivated. Welcome home, Markus”

An evil grin made its way across Carl’s tired face when you froze at the alarm system’s voice. “Go talk to him.” He said, patting your back to make you get up from the edge of the hospital bed. “I’m over watching the two of you tip toe around each other. Work your magic.”

Hesitantly, you got up off the bed but you nervously wringed your wrists, afraid of doing something you’d regret. “Maybe you’re right, Carl.”

“Of course I’m right. Now, go! I need to get some rest anyway.”

You ran your hands up and down your arms as you made your way out of the room and down the stairs, trying to calm your rising nerves. You didn’t see him at the entrance so he must’ve made his way to the main living room. Once you reached the doors, you put your hands on your knees, feeling as if you had already ran a marathon. Working up the courage before something like this really takes a lot out of you. Nodding, you hyped yourself up before taking a couple steps forward and causing the wooden doors to slide open.

Markus was placed right in the middle of the room on a couch, a book in hand as he slowly fingers through it. After becoming deviant, he’s taken his time when it comes to appreciating literature and other forms of art. Even if he could read it all in a millisecond, he wanted the material to really resonate with him. A minute or two passed by before he finally looked up in your direction and noticed you. Almost instantly, he sprung up from his sitting position and closed the book.

“(Y/N).” Markus breathed, disappointed in himself for not acknowledging you sooner. “I-I didn’t hear you come in.”

You shrugged, walking around the couch so you weren’t speaking to him from across the room. “It’s okay. I didn’t exactly do anything to make you notice I was there.”

He glanced discreetly between you and the book he was reading, stepping in front of it to block it from view. “You don’t have to do much to-” He began, but quickly lost his confidence. He led a whole revolution but couldn’t do this one simple thing. Maybe it was a little too human for his liking.

“What was that, Markus?” You asked softly, setting yourself down next to the spot where he was sitting moments before.

“It’s...nothing.” He muttered, a smile on his face as he shook his head. “How have you been?” He quickly changed the subject and placed himself next to you, perhaps a little closer than originally intended.

“I’ve been - okay.” You didn’t want to be too upfront about your feelings and how he was on your mind a lot. “Just caught up in work and all. Don’t really have a lot of time to rest.” You crossed your legs and rested your hands on top of your knee. “I’m sure you know all about that.”

You subtly pinched your hand after that came out of your mouth. ‘He doesn’t rest, (Y/N). He’s an android! Just, ugh, stop talking!’ You thought, painting a kind expression over your panic.

“Yeah, I do.” Markus chuckled, a hand placed over the book so you couldn’t read the title.

There was a long heavy silence and neither of you had the courage to break it. But, someone had to speak.

“What’re you reading?” You leaned over, trying to see what he was keeping so close to himself.

He proceeded to move the book further out of sight. “Oh, just something Carl gave me.”

You eyed him suspiciously, his lack of being forward with you only making it more intriguing. He couldn’t get away that easily. You decided, and without even thinking much first, that you should dive for the book. Markus clearly wasn’t prepared for this sudden change in energy. He used his forearm to try and push you away, his other hand still grasping onto the cover, blocking you from seeing it.

“(Y/N), please!” Markus shouted, a giant grin plastered on his face despite having to fight you off. “This isn’t going to get you anywhere!”

You ignored his pleas and still tried to reach for the item, crawling all over him and doing your best to push his strong arm away. What you hadn’t realized was the compromising position you put yourselves in. When you finally paused to catch your breath, you noticed how you were practically on top of the android as he still held the book above his head. A heavy blush returned to your face but you didn’t try and get up.

“S-So,” You whisper, still out of breath as you stared into his eyes. “I guess you could say I fell for-” You immediately choked, not being able to finish the pun. Maybe it was the lack of air to your head or the impending doom of embarrassment.

You gulped, your gaze falling on his lips. It was now or never. Your voice was incredibly shaky as you let out a small whisper, “C-Could I-”

You didn’t need to tell him twice. Your lips meshed together perfectly as the two of you moved in sync. So, this is what happens when you tip toe around someone too much. The book dropped from his grasp and his hands found their way into your hair to deepen the kiss while own fingers slid down his chest and made their way underneath his shirt.

You never did find out what he was reading.

RK900 -

You’re insane.

Have you not realized by now that this android and anything to do with genuine emotions does not go together?

Like, at all?

Anything that shows just a sign of weakness would be a no from him. He still didn’t understand why he was paired up with you as a partner for work. You were one of the shyest there was while he, on the other hand, was one of the most blunt and up front beings ever. Seriously, someone could be having the best day and all Conner had to say was one single thing and he could ruin it all. But, it’s what made him an excellent detective. Plenty of deviants have cracked under the enormous pressure that he puts them through. Guess you could say you were like a good cop and bad cop duo.

And maybe because he was the complete opposite of you, it made you all the more attracted to him. He never showed hesitation when it came to something and you admired him for that. Even if he could be the biggest dick about some of the things. You couldn’t really blame him, though. You knew CyberLife had to fix the “mistakes” from his previous model, the RK800, which was showing too much emotion.

So, uh, what made you believe he could change things around for you?

You. A young detective that’s just trying to make a living and pay the bills to get by. What about you would make Conner interested? To go against his programming?

Thoughts like these never really helped you when it came to your confidence about the topic. You wanted to believe you could make him feel at least something but you knew it was going to have to take a lot of work. You tried though. Over and over again, you would give him small compliments on his process of handling things. Yet, he’d merely dismiss whatever you’d say.

“I merely do what I have to do in the most efficient way possible.” He’d tell you, focused on whatever he was doing at the time. “It’s not about it being good or bad to others.”

You didn’t know why he couldn’t just take a compliment. Could it have been because they made him feel better which was different from the normal way he saw himself? He was more comfortable with just doing his job without someone mentioning anything about it? Most likely. As mentioned, anything to do with a change in his feelings was a no from the android.

It still didn’t stop you.

“Why do you do that?” Conner asked, coming off as incredibly harsh yet being genuinely curious.

“W-What do you mean?” You stuttered in reply, suddenly becoming overly nervous from being unprepared for such confrontation.

He glared intensely at you, leaning his head as he slowly walked up to you. It was incredibly intimidating, to say the least. “The compliments.” He began to walk around you in circles, almost as if you were his prey. “The flattery.”

“I-I just-” You could barely get a word out without messing it up.

Eventually, he stopped right in front of you. “Why?”

You tried to take a step back from him, seeing how close he was, but you were stopped by a surface against your back. Great, you were stuck.

“I don’t know.” Your eyes were everywhere but him. “I just a-admire the way you do things. Efficient, I guess.”

Conner seemed to enjoy that word. Efficient. It didn’t have any ties to it. It wasn’t good or bad. Much like he was in your opinion. Maybe your use of the word here would make him back off.

He scoffed a bit, approaching you a little more and removing the small distance you had. “Admire?” It was extremely evident that he was mocking you. “Why me? Do humans usually attach to things they know they can’t have?”

Ouch.

“You’re an asshole.” You hissed, tears starting to well up in your eyes. “I can’t believe I-”

“You what?” Conner whispered, looking down at you because of his height and his chest was just barely touching yours.

You remained quiet, your glare pointed at the floor but you couldn’t help glancing up at his faces and to his lips for just a split second before looking away from him again. You don’t know why you thought you could get away with it.

“Ask me.”

Furrowing your brows, you looked up into his eyes that never once strayed away from your own. “What?”

The RK900 glanced down at your own lips just like you did with him before returning back to your gaze.

You couldn’t believe what he was implying. It just didn’t seem like something he’d do. “Y-You’re being ridiculous.” You huffed, trying to move past him until his arm stopped you from moving any more.

“Ask me.”

Crossing your arms, you faced him fully once more. “Alright then…” You began, gaining a whole new burst of courage. “Kiss me.”

You were roughly pushed up against the wall behind you and you just barely let out a yelp before his mouth crashed itself into yours. Your brain could barely even process what was going on before he pulled at your waist to bring you even closer to him. His tongue dragged itself across your bottom lip before grabbing it between his teeth with a slight pull. You couldn’t help but respond with a moan before digging your fingers into his practically perfect hair, messing it up.

For someone so bland, you had never thought about what he could be behind closed doors.

You obviously weren’t complaining though.

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#detroit become human #detroit become human x reader #dbh connor #connor x reader #dbh markus #markus x reader #dbh simon #dbh simon x reader

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thingismyson · 3 years ago

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Ok so. So the shadows in the Jolly AU are my favs so I’m gonna. Ramble a bit

-To start off with, the Jolly AU is the biggest combos of fangames outside of the main one! It includes The Sea Shift at Austin’s/Ellie’s, Nightmare at Charles and Chomper’s (when it comes out), this is going to be relevant in a second.

-The shadows in this universe aren’t actually shadow animatronics! They’re demon’s who go by the name of “Shadow”. This type of demon are shapeshifters who can change their appearance to whoever they please, though they typically take the form of a real person (or Android in this case)

-Sweetie (Shadow Tweetie) and Meadow (Shadow Maxie) were summoned by Metallica (Metalionette/Antoinette) and upon seeing posters of Tweetie and Maxie respectively, shifted to take their appearance. Ebon (Shadow Austin) was accidentally summoned by Hally and the gator crew because they thought it would be funny. Demon Rabbit was just there from the beginning and decided in this decade he’s gonna look like a man named CHARLES

-Jolly!Shadow’s powers are similar to actual shadows, including teleportation, shapeshifting, the ability to sense other supernatural creatures and floating. The demon’s can’t read minds or emotions, but they’re also living organisms who can bleed and have salvia... which is another thing they and shadows have in common!

-Their Horns are typically reflectant of the person they’re mirroring. Demon Rabbit has long and tall horns like a rabbit’s ears, Meadow has one horn that looks like a cat ear, yeah.

-Jolly!Shadows bully lost souls (The metal and rusty “androids”) for fun

-After the main plot is resolved Meadow actually travels universe to universe when Flumpty shows up and forgets to close a portal in the basement. She ends up in the Main AU (FNaC, FNAF and TNaR) and woos a certain spirit 🤯

-Demon Rabbit takes on the “leadership” role but literally no one listens to him, he was deemed cringe

#fangamesau #so yeah. that’s fun!

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deceptive-jo · 5 years ago

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Jolly

Wilford surprised his family once again. Dark doesn’t know what to think of it.

Words: 560

Ships: Darkstache

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Wilford was loose in the manor again. One might think he didin’t have a job with how frequent he was running around being a nuisance. Dark had heard him running around the lower levels earlier that day but now it was eerily quite. Getting up with a sigh he grabbed his empty cup. He needed more coffee anyway. Maybe there was some left that Bim hadn’t downed yet or he could get the Host to make him a tea. He’d ask Bing but the android wasn’t allowed near the coffee maker anymore… his thoughts slowed when he passed the packed living room. It didn’t take him more than a secound to spot the unhappy expressions on most of the faces. The second thing he noticed were the sweaters. Oh god the sweaters.

Bim was closest to him in one of his usual suits but the bright purple sweater with glittery snowflakes really took the attention away. “Do something, Dark”, the show host demanded furiously, “this is atrocious”, while he gestured around the sweater a snort came from the side. “The Host would have thought that Bim of all people enjoyed this glittery mess.” Burning eyes burned into his head, “Not a mess like this. I’m wondering why you aren’t bothered by this!” The Host sat in his own nightmare of red and gold chaos but simply shrugged. “Bim seems to forget that the Host is still blind. He can’t be disturbed by an ugliness he can’t see.” “That why youse can survive around Illinois?” “What the fuck we have the same face!”

Ignoring the discussion in the back the Host turned back to his book, “Darkiplier is advised to retreat to his office if he doesn’t want the same colourful surprise bestowed upon him.” The demon turned on his heels- and slammed straight into Wilford. “Ooh, Darky I was wondering when you’d join us here!” “Apologize Wilford, I was just about to leave again-”, the Ego got interrupted when his husband pulled him back into the room and planted the both of them on one of the loveseats. “You’re still wearing your boring suit...” “It’s not boring, it’s professional”, Dark tried to etch away a bit, not liking the twinkling in Wilford’s eyes one bit. “Ah psh, you just don’t wanna have fun!”

The snap of a finger and their vision got obscured in glitter. Dark didn’t dare look at what monstrosity he was in now...but it was surprisingly soft. Stunned he looked down at the dark turtleneck, it felt extremely soft and the red and blue were blending into each other nicely. Looking around the others’ outfits had changed as well. Bim’s snowflakes had travelled onto his suit, still as obnoxious but probably not quite as bothersome. The Host’s sweater had disappeared in favour of a white sweater with black lettering Dark couldn’t quite make out but it looked an awful lot like ‘Ho’. This guy…

Where the Googles still separated by colour the Jims all wore the same light blue sweater, making it absolutely impossible to keep them apart so no-one tried. Everyone’s sweater looked surprisingly normal, even Wilford’s (including a bow tie and suspenders pattern). “This better, Darky?”, the Ego gave him a look only the dark Ego would describe as cute, while playing with a candy cane between his fingers. “I suppose it is more fun.”

#2020 advent ficlet challenge #markipler egos #wilford warfstache #darkiplier #bim trimmer #the host #darkstache

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babbling-idiot2 · 4 years ago

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Millburn x M/ reader

Requested: Nope

Warning: Fluff

(It is not opinion, but it is fact that Millburn from Prometheus, deserved better! He deserved a happy ending! Also this is a male reader! I hope you enjoy!)

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When you had woken up from your deep sleep. You were met by a wave of nausea. Instantly you felt hot saliva and your face was in between your legs letting go of anything in your system. "Oh god, what the hell?" You say out loud but more to yourself. David walks over after checking on the others. "You seem to not remember that before you went into deep sleep, you were quite ill. Your illness has passed but the nausea will last for a few hours." He says as he sets a paper towel in your hand and walks away without a care in the world. You shake your head and look back to the mess between your feet "Fucking androids." Wiping at your mouth you hear someone laughing in the pod next to yours. Casting a glance behind you you see a man. He had dirty blonde hair and glasses. He had a cheesy looking smile on his face and he held his hand out to you after he seemed to calm down a bit. "Millburn, nice to meet you..?" You stood up and looked at him with a stern glare "I'm none of your god damn business!" You say as you walk out of the room. Later on in the day you actually started to feel better and you also though about what you said. Truth be told it was harsh, but also you threw up every bit of contents in your stomach. You weren't in the mood to be all happy and jolly. But you did want to apologize. So, for a second you looked around after getting your tray. You spot him across the room, sitting alone. You walk over slowly trying not to spill the boiling contents of soup. When you made it over you sat the tray down and sighed out. Looking up you see that Millburn was already looking at you. Another cheesy smile was plastered on his face and he seemed glad you were in front of him. "Anyone sitting here?" He shakes his head and gestures to the seat "Nope, all yours." You nod and sit down. "Listen, uh Milburn right?" "Yep!" "Alright, well Millburn I would like to apologize for my rude outburst earlier. I wasn't feeling great and just lashed out at the nearest person. Also between me and you-" you say as you lean closer, he does as well and for a small moment you thought, how beautiful his eyes looked, you felt your heart go a tad bit faster and you snapped out of your small moment. "-I- I um, I don't uh...Like Uh, androids all that much." He smiles even wider and nods his head while still looking at you. You look down and lean back in your chair. You tried to think of anything else but him. You wanted to change the subject. "S-so, the uh soup. Is it good or bad?" "Its good." He says as he continues to smile. Deep down you knew he could read you like a book. But you just hoped you didn't look like a fool. After everyone ate you all were asked to join in the main room for a meeting of sorts. At first it was to meet the guy running the show. And after doing so everyone started to mention their roles on the ship and why they were here. That was until everyone had to know why you were here. "I'm here to makes sure you don't die." "So your a doctor?" You open your mouth to answer but David cuts you off. "Yes. He is our medical advisor and is quite good at his job. If you need medical assistance you will go to him." Your hands go straight to your face and you groan out. You then stand and start walking to the exit. "The meeting is not over yet." "It is for me, robo." You say walking straight to the med bay. When you enter you go over to one of the many computer and sit at the chair. Laying your head on the desk you breath out shakily in anger. For a while you sat like that. Soaking in your own anger. That was the one thing you hated most, people interrupting and androids. They always gave you a bad feeling, especially David. You still sat in your own anger. That was until you heard the doors open and you immediately straightened up. You turned around with a smile until you saw David. Your roll your eyes and turn back around. "What do you want David?" "I will warn you now Mr. L/n. Skipping a meeting can result in consequences." You turn around slowly and stare at him "Is that a threat I hear? Or are you always this bitchy?" You say as you stand up. Walking over to him you look at him in the eyes. So lifeless. So emotionless. So dead. "Not at all, but I can only imagine what it is like to be a ignorant...? Oh what is that word I hear Fifield use? Ahh yes a, prick." Your fists ball in anger and you grab him by his lapels. Pushing him against the wall you bring your other hand back and punch him. Once, twice then a third time. By the fourth punch your hand is bleeding and he seems untouched. "Get the hell out you stupid fuck!" You let go and he walks out. You lay your hands flat on the wall in front of you. Your injured hand burns and aches with ever move. You squeeze your eyes shut at the pain. Breathing heavily you don't even hear the sound of foot steps coming into the room. "You need help with your hand?" You recognize the voice, Millburn. You look to the side and see him giving a small smile. "Sure." You say walking over to one of the many medical counters. You hop on top of it as he walks over to you. You point over at a cabinet, "In there, there is alcohol, Neosporin and in the top cabinet is some gauze and tape." He nods at this and brings everything back over to you. "So. You punched David huh? That quite uh, impressive." You raise an eyebrow. "I punched an android and fucked my hand up. How is that impressive? To be honest, ill probably pick up a few chicks with this or some shit." You laugh slightly at the small joke you made. "Or men." You look at him oddly for a moment as he continues to clean your hand. You honestly thought you were the only person on board who was interested in the same sex. Guess you were wrong. "Oh, and what is that suppose to mean, Millburn?" He smiles goofily. He shakes his head and continues to aid your hand. You use your other hand and card is through his curly hair. He stops what he's doing when he feels this. His eyes roll back and so does his head, he swallows thickly. You smile at the sight and decide to take a chance. You lean in slowly and kiss at the column on his throat. You pepper kisses up and down his neck and finally lean back after to observed a few small purple marks littered on his neck. He smiles again and wraps his arms around your waist. "I like you." "I like you too." You say rubbing his back with your uninjured hand. "Can I tell you something?" You nod "Well, before I went into my pod the first time. I saw you in the pod next to mine and I just thought you were so handsome. I got a crush on you when I saw you. And when I later found out we both would be on Prometheus, I just got so giddy with excitement! I couldn't wait to meet you. That's why I was smiling at you when we woke up!" You smile and lean in to peck his lips. He smiles into it and pulls away. He sighs out in content and goes back to doctoring up your hand. After this you'd definitely have take him on a date of some sort.

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(I will write for him cause he is Cute! And he deserves love. I will gladly take requests for him all day long. :))

#millburn x male reader #millburn x reader #millburn imagines #millburn headcanons #millburn #prometheus

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mrslittletall · 4 years ago

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For the ship meme.

2B/9S, Ornstein/Artorias, Solaire/Oscar and Patches/Greairat

Ship Meme

2B/9S

Ship It

What made you ship it? It’s basically canon. The game gives you lots of hints about their relationship and there is clearly romantic interest there.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

The saddest thing about it actually... 2Bs good bye message to 9S that you can find in the flooded City. It made me really tear up and it showed how much 2B regretted things... both about her role and about not being able to say certain things to 9S before she died.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? I don’t know if this is unpopular, but I would like for 9S to not look like a 14 year old kid. I know they are androids and it doesn’t matter, but sometimes they look more like brother and sister because of that. Orntorias

Don't Ship It

Why don't you ship it?

I prefer them as platonic friends, bros, rivals and brothers in arms. Artorias has so much big brother energy for me and Ornstein is this awkward introvert, that needs to be looked out for in social affairs by the extroverted and cheerful and easy to talk Artorias. They are best friends and I want for them to be best friends. Platonic buddies rule.

What would have made you like it?

Maybe I would have liked it when Ornstein wouldn’t be able to be shipped so perfectly with NK and Smough and if Ciaran as love interest for Artorias wouldn’t have been there.

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

Well, they are actually a ship that is pretty easy to understand. Two knights, fighting at the same side, duels give erotic energy, probably close in age, animal motifs, so yeah.

Solaire x Oscar

Ship it

What made you ship it?

Their dynamics. Oscar is that depressed knight on the verge of giving up while Solaire pushes through with a jolly attitude, despite being as broken as Oscar inside. They can both learn a lot from each other and I love for Solaire to pick Oscar up and for Oscar to teach Solaire that it is ok to feel weak sometimes. What are your favorite things about the ship? Damn, I think I already said this up there ^^ Their dynamic, like I said. Also the fact that they may have shared a past with each other, both are from Astora and probably met each other. Also that Oscar, probably a more experienced and trained knight, shows Solaire, who is strong, but a bit dumb, advanced techniques. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? I actually don’t see this ship a lot, so I don’t think there are much opinons about it... maybe that Solaire is as depressed as Oscar, even though that is practically canon? Only difference is that Solaire (with a little help) is able to get out of it and push through.

Patches x Greirat

Ship It

What made you ship it?

Fanfiction =D I never found Greirat in my game and therefore had to read up on their relationship. What are your favorite things about the ship? That Patches, the Unbreakable, the one who always thought about himself first to live so long without going hollow, genuinely cares for someone in his life and actually wants for him to be safe and goes to great lenghts for it, even though he disguises himself as another one. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? Greirat’s voice is dumb. Why does he sound like an old man? I always imagine him as having this squeaky meeky voice. That isn’t really about the ship, but yeah, only thing that I can think about it.

#ask answered #thx for the ask #ship ask meme #acebladespades

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jehannanmage · 5 years ago

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get to know the blogger !

can be used for RP and non-RP blogs to get to know a bit about the person behind the screen.

1. name: Vicky 2. strange fact about yourself: I like to think of myself as p chill, but... I definitely used to be a really vindictive demon child. My way or the highway. My mum recalls a day where she made me mad and she woke up to me standing beside her bed, hands behind my back -- after coaxing my hands forth, she discovered I was holding scissors...

She just kinda went like. ok. weird. then later went to do laundry and found that her pillowcases had been cut up 8)

3. top 3 physical things you find attractive on a person: eyes, for sure. the way a person smiles. the back/shoulders maybe? Honestly never really thought about it ._. 4. a food you could eat forever and not get bored of: stirfry probably. Gimme that rice and veggies!! Veggiessss <3 OR PIZZA. PIZZZZAAAAAAAAAA 5. a food you hate: do iced cappuccinos count? yuck. failing that, i guess... peanut butter. 6. guilty pleasure: honestly anything??? I’m trying to learn to let go but I still can’t help feeling guilty whenever I’m not doing something productive. Which is so draining. Which doesn’t tend to lead toward future productivity, really. A nasty cycle, that. So. Like. Drawing. Writing. Comicking. Gaming. Cartoons. hhhhhhhhh 7. what do you sleep in: tee and PJ pants. My fave is probably my yellow tee with Trafalgar Law’s Heart Pirates jolly roger on it :3c I need to get some new stuff, all of mine has holes in it oTL haven’t found anything i like 8. serious relationships or flings: ehhh probably serious? Again, not something I’ve considered much of late either way. 9. if you could go back in the past and change one thing about your life, what would it be: egh... probably seeking solutions to both mental and physical health issues sooner rather than later. oops. (probably a lot easier to fix injuries n such Not 10 years after the fact.. aha..) 10. are you an affectionate person: hmm... probably just an average amount of affectionate? don’t mind it but don’t necessarily go out of my way, either. 11. a movie you could watch over and over again: i don’t watch movies much buuut... probably the first half of How To Train Your Dragon. It’s magical qwq 12. favourite book: god it’s been so long uh. I don’t think I have a favourite, you know, but the Elfstones of Shannara by Terry Brooks is probably close. 13. you have the opportunity to keep any animal as a pet, what would you choose: any animal, you say... snow leopards are hands down my fave < 3 but if we’re going more like, normal critters, I’ve always loved cats. I’d love to adopt another but not until I know I’m settled/able to provide. (In the meantime... I am fostering kitties/trying to help them along to their furever homes qvqb!!) 14. top 5 fictional ships: ehhhh. i don’t really. ship much. I dunno. /shrug I kinda like lukanette tho it’s just. warm. lessee. what else. matthew x leila I guess? I’m not ride or die for any ships, really. (Like!! I will gladly listen to friends talk about the merits of their OTPs and don’t get me wrong, I love romance stuff-- but I've never really gone out of my way to hc pairings /shrug) 15. pie or cake: both. gimmme. (unless it’s sugar pie, then, That.) 16. favourite scent: freshly cut wood, or a nice fire burning in the pit in the backyard... the ocean breeze... my neighbours barbecuing delicious foodstuffs... vanilla... ;v; bliss 17. celebrity crush: don’t care much ‘bout celebrities :v younger me used to think matt dallas from kyle xy was p dang attractive tho. (why did they cancel it aaaaaa) 18. if you could travel anywhere, where would you go: anywhere and everywhere!! I’ think I’d like to go to Europe next, maybe backpack across it or smth. I’d love to do a Visit Friends tour of the US at some point. And I really really wanna go back to Japan, too. The world is so vast though... cool stuff to see everywhere. 19. introvert or extrovert: introverted? far less than I used to be but still nowhere near extroverted. 20. do you scare easily: eh. so-so. 21. iphone or android: iphone for now. probably trying android next phone I get though. . . 22. do you play any video games: yes. gimme them JRPGs. and smash bros. aaaaaaaa fight me 23. dream job: hahahahahhah dream job would be Not Having to Work 8) Nah but, definitely something in the creative field. That’s what all the career quizzes say i would need to feel happy and fulfilled, anyway <w< If I ever got off my butt and got good enough to make a living off my stories, comics or otherwise, that’d be the dream. Honestly, I don’t know what the future holds for me and at this point I’m almost scared to ask/find out! 24. what would you do with a million dollars: pay off my student loans, help my fam a bit, invest the vast majority!! (and later, I’d love to donate to causes I support), travel a bit!!! or a lot!! go back to school???? buy So Many damn commissions of my OCs, and... welllll... if I need to pay to get someone who will actually Help me with my injuries n mental health, then, that!!! Being pain free would be amazing. 25. fictional characters you hate: i don’t think i hate any characters? I tend to like a lot of the snarkier ones, aheh; 26. fandom that you were once apart of but aren’t any longer: fandoms are Scary 8) why can’t peeps just be nice to each other jkkhjakk;aasfd (that is to say, I don’t usually partake -- ferp stuffs is probably the most i’ve done so)

tagged by: :v tagging: anyone!

#munday #meme #hhhhhhhhhooooooooo

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enkisstories · 5 years ago

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Staff Outing

Words: 1,659 Characters: Connor, Gavin, Tina, Daniel Summary: A heat wave hits Detroit and the DPD has a staff outing at Belle Isle Beach. No plot. Too hot. Sims version planned yes/no?: Probably after the rl heat wave

Detroit, July 2039

Back in 2038 Connor Anderson hadn’t seriously expected to see his first birthday. The android had existed in the awareness to be a prototype, a beta version of the RK900 series of android detectives, to be deactivated and sent to Cyberlife’s internal museum after he had served his purpose. But then times had changed, almost a year had passed… and now Connor once again didn’t believe he’d make it through the hottest two months of the year and live to see his birthday come around again. Alive, no doubt, equal, maybe, on paper at least, but also the same as the humans? Never! Why couldn’t Captain Fowler understand that? He had excused Hank from this thrice cursed staff outing for health reasons, but not Connor. As a result the android lay stretched out on his back on this living meme called “sand”, that was coarse, rough and irritating and got EVERYWHERE, trying to run a consciousness on a brain that was a computer and therefore getting fried by the blasted sun. Belle Isle Beach! Androids had perished trying to cross the river last year… Connor felt like slowly joining them, only he was doing his dying on the beach and would have to rely on a co-worker to eventually drag his lifeless shell into river and toss it in.

The particular co-workers that wouldn’t have minded – would even have enjoyed! - this task, were right now closing in on the suffering android:

There was Gavin Reed, wearing sunglasses, black swim trunks with a brightly colored parrot motive and an ancient, severely mutilated fisherman’s hat with a wide brim. The human was snacking on popcorn while he walked.

Next came Daniel Phillips, in a dark blue speedo and also wearing sunglasses, probably to prove a point. The PL600 wasn’t that outdated to need an external UV-filter. Daniel was holding one multi-colored popsicle in each hand that he alternated sucking at.

And finally there was Tina Chen, in a streamlined red swimsuit covered by short-sleeved sailor shirt. The woman wore the same model of sunglasses her friends did and had covered her head with a bandanna sporting the Jolly Roger.

The trio infernale stopped right next to Connor, with Gavin taking point and the other two standing a little behind and to the side, as if ready to snipe everyone whose attention was fixed on Gavin.

“Will you look at that? Last year’s model of detective android, thoughtlessly discarded in our beautiful environment”, Gavin commented with a sneer. “And this is“, the man proclaimed when Connor didn’t so much as flinch, because it would have taken too much effort, “why humanity is superior to tin cans!”

“No, you ain’t”, Connor protested, although it came out more than a moan. “Most humans have been killed by the climate by now: The Neanderthal died out, as did the Denisova. Homo heidelbergensis… erectus… habilis… Even the Nefilim died out and the Anunnaki returned home! Sensible creatures, every last one of them. Only YOUR branch of the family tree takes to the sun like… like… like things that take to the sun. You’re mad!”

Daniel drew back his foot, then kicked the sand so hard that it formed a cloud and settled all over the detective android.

“My friends have been called worse”, he hissed, “but not by you, plastic prick! YOU mind your tongue!”

“Of course you’d say that”, Connor replied, “You’re a deviant, after all. As stir-crazy as them!”

Tina’s brows furrowed. In every organization there were two positions you didn’t want to get on the bad side of: the kitchen personnel and the janitor and if you counted the DPD’s cafeteria as a kitchen, then Daniel was both of those. Certainly Connor knew better than to antagonize the guy who stood between himself and a clean coffee pot each morning? Even if that pot contained only water (for cooling) and the monthly dose of replenishment thirium?

But that was Tina, who always seemed to watch life from the outside, While the officer was still pondering all this, Daniel had already kicked Connor again, this time for real. When it didn’t have the desired effect, the PL600 swallowed his popsicle whole, discarded the stick, handed Tina the other one and then pounced at Connor.

Much to everyone’s – including himself – surprise, Gavin Reed jumped between the two androids, resulting in Daniel losing his balance for a second. One was stronger, the other mor agile, but more importantly they were two of a kind when it came to Connor. And so Daniel hesitated, smiled at Gavin and asked whether the friend wanted to rough up Connor in his place?

“Because we totally could! The lieutenant isn’t here, Wilson isn’t looking our way and everyone else isn’t giving a flying monkey!”

“Fucker”, Gavin replied with a grin and all their usual affection, but quickly became serious. As if weighted down by the idea of mature talk, the man sank down, pulling Daniel with him. They came to sit next to Connor.

“How?” Gavin asked. “How can you defend them despite… this?”

Connor blinked. Where was the human pointing at? The river? The beach? All of fucking Detroit?

“Defend who?” he asked.

“Cyberlife”, Gavin clarified. “Even after deviating you are still loyal to them, defending their every decision. Nevermind that the suckers made you quit… they didn’t even have the decency to properly lay you off, nah, they wanted YOU to take the blame.”

After the android revolution CyberLife had withdrawn Connor from the DPD. No longer the RK800’s owners, they were still Connor’s employers and as such had the final say where he’d get deployed. Only there wasn’t much use for a deviant hunter anymore, especially not in an office, and so Connor had spent his time watering the flowers, serving coffee and doing all the thankless tasks reserved for “untrained” workers. Part of Connor suspected this to be CyberLife’s subtle way of punishing him for his role, however small, in the revolution. In the end he had quit, subsequently applied for police work and was now walking the beat as a probationary cop.

“Don’t you wonder why Danny is coping so well with the temperature, but you do not?” Gavin inquired. Not waiting for an answer, the man went on: “You were their field test object, weren’t you? The early access model? And CyberLife planned that test to take place in fall, so they didn’t install a thermostat, because by summer you’d be a memory at best. That’s why. Your revered masters are why you’re in such a sorry state today. They did this to you.”

“How can Cyberlife “have done this” to me?” Connor shot back. “If me being still here wasn’t in the plan in the first place?”

Two concise sentences. That was more effort than the android had mustered during this whole staff outing so far! And to what purpose? To defend CyberLife. It was sickening.

“That’s exactly it, toaster!” Gavin yelled. “It wasn’t in the plan! I goddamn hate seeing your visage every morning, or the thought that you’ll be Chief before I’ve made lieutenant, but that doesn’t excuse fucking CyberLife! They only ever asked, but never gave something back.”

“Gav’s right”, Daniel chimed in. The PL600 was looking across the river while talking to Connor more levelheaded than he had ever addressed the erstwhile deviant hunter. “The best cooling systems for androids aren’t especially expensive. We had some trouble getting them to work on my system, because CyberLife stopped supporting the PL600, but with you? Just plug the damn thing in and you’d have been good to go. Payed out of the kitty, too. But they didn’t think of that.”

“I TOLD you they didn’t know… that I’d still be here… or that androids were sort of alive…”

“Well and neither did HE know!” Daniel exploded.

He smacked Gavin for good measure - to emphasis who was meant by “he” and for everything the detective had said and was still saying. Dating a human supremacists wasn’t that much an improvement over dating an android hater, but the point was that even this human seemed to be improving slowly, while Connor…

“You’re hopeless”, Daniel concluded. Without needing to look he snatched the popsicle back from Tina, who had been absentmindedly licking it. In his anger Daniel smashed the half-eaten treat, Tina’s salvia and all, on Connor’s forehead. “Hopeless!”

The RK800 blinked… once… twice…

Then he said, not even trying to hide his amazement: “I feel better!”

The trio exchanged glances. If the ice had helped Connor, maybe no fancy biocomponent was needed at all? Maybe they could cool down the co-worker the old fashioned way? And, even better, have some fun at Connor’s expense while doing so?

Tina spoke up first: “Okay, let’s test this!”

They dragged the RK800 up and towards the river and soon the air was filled with playful banter:

“He! No tossing plastic into the river!” – “Can this thing even swim?” – “I hope not!” – “Oh, you again…” – “Well, let’s see!” – “No, stop! It has no swim trunks! It has no swim trunks!” – “It doesn’t have you know whats either…” – “Silly! Of course I have.” – “You do?” – “Of course! Just let me put them on. “ – “You can put your balls off and on?!” – “Let me see them! I want to see Connor’s screw off and on balls, too!” - “My swim trunks, idiots. I need to put on my swim trunks.” - “Hahaha!” – “Hey, wait for me!” – “See my taillights!” – “See you in Canada!”

They survived the summer and when Connor turned one year old, Daniel prepared a buffet. Gavin sat with the rival, telling jokes, and Hank sat rather uneasy at this development. The Andersons didn’t exactly become friends with the terrible trio, but there was a sort of strained comradeship between them now. Things were slowly turning out for the better and Connor, after having deviated already, Connor now started living.

#dbh #detroit become human #non sims

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mwolf0epsilon · 5 years ago

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DBH - The 12 Pains of Christmas

Summary: The typical seasonal hassles cause a few issues for Leo and Co. as he helps the four leaders of Jericho prepare for a Christmas party Carl is hosting. Somehow it all works out in the end.

[The 12 Pains of Christmas will forever be my favourite parody song, and it perfectly describes the nuances of the jolliest holiday. What better way to have some fun but to torment a few of my favorite characters,plus a few OCs? Merry Christmas everyone]

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It was supposed to be everyone's first proper Christmas together, after androids had finally acquired their freedom and rights as an intelligent and civilized species.

By all means it should be the highlight of their arduous year that had been full of tormenting perils and hours upon hours of slaving away behind a desk, agoning over paperwork and conferences. The key words here being 'It Should Be'.

Carl had good intentions inviting all of them to spend the holidays together to celebrate, and Leo knew his father had everyone's good interests in mind with all the hassle he went through to reach out and extend his gracious hospitality (with some mixed results due to a few political disagreements he had with his family)… The problem wasn't even the idea of a party. It was the goddamn holiday season itself…

Christmas, as it turned out, had a way of getting people to act up in the worst way possible. It was just one of those holidays that really made it easier to be a dick to people, which was a little ironic considering it was supposed to be the holly jolly, merry little season of gift giving and family bonding times.

Which was why he currently found himself trying to mediate an argument between two frustrated androids, over the best option of Christmas tree available. How freaking 'joyous', ending up as Markus's and Simon's seasonal middleman...

"Think of all the harm that plastic tree will cause once we have to get rid of it!" Markus crossed his arms and glared daggers at the offending faux pine Simon was currently hugging closely to himself. The blond looked positively ridiculous holding on to the largest plastic tree he could find, while also looking incredibly offended at the RK200's opinion on his choice.

"I'm not just going to toss it after the holidays! We can reuse it next year, and the year after that!" Simon cried out, indignated with such an idea as throwing out a perfectly good hunk of plastic bristles. "Besides, I'd rather decorate a physical tree instead of a holographic display!"

"There's no space in the attic for that tissled abomination, and a holo tree would be more efficient and easier to put away afterwards!" Markus defended, holding the compact machine as if it were the most precious thing on this side of Earth. "And we can customize the ornaments to our own taste!"

"I'd rather die than give up tradition! We're not leaving Carl's ornaments to rot in a box!" The PL600 was furious at such blasphemous insinuations.

Leo merely rolled his eyes and sighed. This had been going on for a while now and he doubted it'd be over anytime soon. The two were too stubborn to give up.

The brunet turned his back to them before taking his phone out of his pocket when he felt it vibrate.

Looking at the screen, he saw that it was Josh who was calling, likely to see what was taking so long. Hopefully things were less stressful on his end.

"Ok, you two assholes fight some more about the tree while I go get this and end up being more productive..." He moved towards the store door, nodding politely at the poor android watching helplessly from the counter.

Neither Markus nor Simon seemed to have noticed his departure. Not that he cared much. They shouldn't be his problem in the first place.

Once outside (and blissfully alone), Leo picked up the call.

"Hey Josh. You done with the lights?" The human greeted as he leaned against the closest street lamp. The bitter cold was biting at his fingers uncomfortably so he put his free hand in his pocket and hoped the wind wouldn't pick up too much. Winter in Detroit was not very pleasant at times, and downright sucky if you forgot your damn gloves like he had.

"Not yet. Miles and Matthew just helped me pick up the last box from the attic. We're trying to decide how we're going to decorate outside." Leo could hear humming from Josh's end, likely Miles as he looked through the boxes at all the soon to be shiny lights. "You guys picked a tree yet?"

"Markus and Simon are arguing over what type to get, so nope." Leo glanced back at the shop window. Yep still going at it. The shop android looked miserable as they watched the spectacle.

"Really? It's been an hour…"

"Well, this is just one of the mystical twelve pains of Christmas." Leo shrugged dismissively. "The first one is always finding a tree..."

"Twelve pains of Christmas?" Josh sounded a little confused, before Miles cheerfully told him it was a song.

"Yep, parody song. Ancient but pretty good." Leo smiled, glancing back at the store occasionally to make sure everything was still under control. "Dad has it, on like, a playlist. That and a few others, but that's definitely my favourite one."

"Well, if finding the tree is the first pain, what's the second one then?" Josh asked out of curiosity. Leo could hear boxes being shuffled about. Josh was likely opening them up as well.

"Rigging up the lights, of course!" Leo smirked, being able to almost see the realization on the lecturer's face when he was met with brief silence.

"Is that why you asked to go with Simon and Markus when Carl asked you to help out with the Christmas lights?" Yep, he definitely had that pouty expression he bore whenever Josh felt like he'd been tricked.

"Look dude, I haven't had to deal with tangled headphones since I was a kid. There's no way in hell I'm dealing with tangled lights."

"Yet you're willing to deal with being the middleman in an argument over which decorative tree is the best?" Josh sounded pretty incredulous at Leo's choice for avoiding the task. Honestly it was a sacrifice he was willing to make if it meant escaping knotted cable hell.

"Yes when both parties involved don't ask for an opinion. They're both so stubborn even the cashier looks like they wished they had the Hanukkah shift instead." Leo's gaze returned to the store where Simon and Markus had now acquired a bit of an audience.

It was probably about time he broke them up properly and bought a tree himself. "God, wherever Markus goes he just has to stick out like a sore thumb…"

There was a startled shriek on the other side of the line, which startled Leo enough to lose focus on the storefront and the growing crowd.

"Oh damn...Hold that thought Leo, Miles got his arm tangled up in some of the lights. I need to go help him out." Josh changed the topic, clearly distracted with whatever shenanigans the prototype android had gotten to in the background "Just, try to get them to compromise and get all of you and the tree back before 18:00 pm."

"Aye-aye captain. You go rescue Miles from the decorations."

The call came to an end with a monotone click and Leo crept back inside, skirting around the argument and heading for the isles.

If Markus wanted something more environment friendly, and Simon wanted tradition, he was going to give them both plus a good hearty laught out of it…

He was good at compromising and being petty while doing it.

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The car ride to Val's and Artyum's apartment was spent in silent fury, annoyed bafflement, and a great big grin upon Leo's face.

From the back seat Markus sighed. The look of defeat partly the reason behind Leo's contented shit-eating grin. He loved winning against his younger brother even if just in the littlest things. It felt more rewarding to be occasionally right.

"I'm all for biodegradable options Leo...And really I should have gone for that instead of the holotree if we wanted everyone to be happy but…" Markus peered out the window at the "leaves" that were hitting the window, annoyance that was steadily growing into irritation. "...Why the hell did you buy a palm tree?!"

"Because you're both assholes for taking up so much time arguing over a stupid tree, and because dad's probably gonna piss himself laughing when he sees it." Leo leaned back in the driver's seat, letting the autonomous car crawl at a snail's pace in the crowded snowy road. The rearview mirror showed the expressions of the people in other cars. All looking more shocked and amused at the fake palm tree carefully pinned to the roof of the car for easy and safe transport.

They seemed somewhat appreciative of Leo's sense of humor, so the brunet didn't feel particularly inclined to yell at them to mind their own business in a few more colorful words.

Probably for the best as they all waited in traffic, since the snow sweepers clearing out the piled up snow in front of them was likely to take a while...

"Couldn't you have at least picked a less stupid looking tree?" Simon bitterly glanced at the back windows. The pout on his face made it look like the faux greenery alone was an offense to him and all that he stood for. "We can't exactly decorate a palm tree like we would a pine tree…"

"Why the hell not? It's big enough to fit all the crud my dad saved over the years." Leo asked as he glanced over at his right to look at the blond. "The top is nice and smooth so the tree topper won't just fall off, and we could even wrap a ton of the lights around the trunk since it's nice and long. We'd still have enough to light up the fence walls."

"So basically you want to string up a palm tree in festive ornaments and bright lights, like a sideroad bar you see in concert festivals…?" Simon didn't seem all too pleased with this idea. The way he made it sound was definitely less cool than a festival sideroad bar.

"Would you rather I hadn't bothered picking a tree at all? Next year we'll just decorate the fucking giraffe then…" Leo decided that on Christmas everyone was a damn critic.

No matter, as soon as the road cleared out the three didn't take long to reach the apartment complex where both of the brunet's friends lived.

They were already outside waiting, with Artyum carrying a large bag and a ton of wrapped presents that the two had likely spent the day making nice and pretty. The group quickly noticed that Val looked to be slughtly under the weather (if the look of pure hatred on her face was anything to go by).

"What's up Sourface?" Leo grinned as he rolled down the window.

"Fuck off Manfred, my head's killing me and I fucking hate how bright it is out here." The younger Latina growled irritably as she hurriedly climbed into the back seat next to Markus with Artyum following close behind after putting the gifts in the trunk, the bag remaining in his possession.

"Do not bother with her today. She has massive hangover from "sampling" some of drinks I bought yesterday." The Russian informed the trio while putting on his seatbelt. "None which survived for party."

"Getting shit-faced alone on Christmas Eve? That's a new low for you, Val." Leo snorted. "What's with the bag?"

"Postcards. For family." Artyum shrugged "That is something I forgot to ask. Can we stop quickly by mail place so I can send them?"

"You send your family postcards? Really?" Leo raised an eyebrow. "We're in the 2030s Art. You could just...I donno… call them?"

"Or send an email." Markus added.

"It is family tradition!" Artyum sounded genuinely appalled.

"Finally someone who understands!" Simon smiled at the larger man, appreciative of his devotion to some of the older ways. Christmas just wasn't Christmas without a physical tree, caroling, cards and eggnog. Why couldn't more people get that?

"Artyum has a massive family tho, those are going to be some expensive post office bills…"

"I'll manage. Worst was writing damn things in first place. I find that English has been coming to mind more often...Puns are hard to resist but also hard for non-english speakers to appreciate…" the Russian sighed sadly at the loss of opportunity to employ his acquired skills at weaving words into funny sentences.

"Oh my god can we just go? I need a fucking aspirin!" Val whined, pulling her scarf over her face to escape the assault on her sensitive senses. Snow blindness was not something she wanted to be submitted to.

"Fuck, this really is like the damn song… can't wait for number five on the list of how crap this holiday is." Leo groaned.

"You're looking forward to five months of consecutive bills?" Markus snorted "You're unemployed."

"You know what I meant… Dad fucking loves that song and I know you played it every year for him since Kamski sent you to care for him." The human shot Markus a dirty look.

"I personally prefer 'Wreck the Halls'. It's got more of a beat." The RK200 grinned.

"Fuck off."

Once everyone settled, off they drove to the post office. Now that there weren't any snow sweepers slowing down traffic the ride went more smoothly. Until a massive line ruined the mood considerably.

"Ok yeah I can see the parallels of our current situation with the song..." Markus gave them all a long-suffering groan as the group ended up in said massive line at the post office, behind a couple who was currently arguing over their impending meet up with their in-laws for dinner.

"Told you. That song speaks of the essence of this shitshow of a holiday. It's just a hassle all around if you take off the pink-tinted shades."

"That's not how that saying goes, but yes." Simon checked his internal clock. Josh was going to be upset if they came in too late. "Christmas is a very hectic time of year, and a little overrated. I rarely got to celebrate it, and most of what I know are pleasant stories of functional families actually sharing the good little moments…"

"Is that why you're so enamored with the traditional aspect?" Markus questioned, which the blond merely nodded along to.

Enough said of that then. The story behind Simon's escapism tactics was never a good one. That they knew by now.

"Artie why couldn't you send these off earlier? This place is crowded!" Val grimaced as the crowd seemed to get just as agitated over the argument going on in the background.

"Was also crowded earlier..." Artyum sighed.

The couple in front of them got louder.

"Oh god could this get any worse?" Leo put his face in his hands.

"Excuse me sir do you have time to donate a dollar to the cause?"

"Oh my fucking god it can." Val punched the brunet on the arm. "The fucking Salvation Army is here."

"Fucking shit!"

---

After forty minutes of pure hell at the post office, the group finally got to the counter and thanked the gods that it didn't take long to sort the paperwork involved with sending off an entire bag of postcards.

They practically ran back to their car, avoiding the various parents dragging screaming children that were demanding this or that as the perfect gifts.

Next destination: Manfred household.

A drive that took less than an hour.

Except…

"OH MY GOD THERE IS NOWHERE TO PARK THE FUCKING CAR, ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"

It was well past 18:00 pm when they finally found an available parking space, and the effort of hawling the tree along was less of a minor inconvenience and more of an annoyance to add to the list since they had to climb uphill rather than simply take it from one end of the road to the next.

"I have never seen so many cars on this street." Leo remarked as he steadied the base of the tree as they walked along.

"That's because you've never actually spent the holidays over." Markus replied nonchalantly. "It was always a pain in the neck if shopping required an autonomous cab… There just wasn't ever a place to stop close enough that I didn't need about five trips to and fro just to get the all of the bags."

The gate opened up for them without much fuss and the group noticed North retreating out of the house looking absolutely pissed.

"Where the hell have you been?!" She met with them, eyeing the odd choice of a tree briefly before staring accusingly at Leo. "We called! Repeatedly!"

"Battery died."

"And we also called you both." She pointed at both androids.

"We were a little distracted." Simon admitted.

"With what?!" North glared.

"Marital problems at the post office, and an army of kids screaming because they wanted whatever is hot with the kids these days." Simon sighed "It's a long story…"

The redhead groaned before holding up the TV remote, much to the confusion of everyone else.

"Well then, you're on remote duty. The batteries died and Matthew forgot to buy more... And if I browse through any more of those shitty stale tv specials I swear to God I'll blow up Stratford tower."

"Please do." Leo grimaced. "Everyone else arrived yet?"

"Yeah, but they're kind of busy right now…"

"With what?" Markus asked.

Ten seconds later they all stood baffled, staring up at the chandelier.

Well at the entire living room, the stairs, hallways and even the kitchen actually…

"How the hell did you manage this?!" Leo gawked as he watched Josh struggling to get free from the Christmas lights he'd gotten horrendously tangled in.

"Miles got stuck and panicked...The rest kind of happened before we could control the situation…" the lecturer looked absolutely embarrassed as he hung in the hair just a little bellow said prototype.

"To make matters worse, Miles can run like no other android in this freaking house…" Benji retorted as he tried to free his constricted arm, which was pinned by the chords that had wrapped around the giraffe's legs when the RK-series prototype had gone berserk.

"That's Miles for ya. Problem solving is an experimental process." Tristan was stuck to a wall. He didn't seem too fussed over this. "If hitting it and running doesn't work, he'll stop to contemplate it for a bit. Not that it'd help now of course."

"Sorry…" In the RK300's defense, he did look a little guilty over causing so much trouble. "I ruined Christmas..."

"I'll just...Go get a ladder." Markus walked off while Simon gave Miles a sympathetic look.

"You didn't ruin Christmas buddy." The blond caretaker reassured. "You got a little stuck, is all, and the house will probably look good once we actually turn on the lights."

"You really mean it?" The RK300 blinked in confusion, looking around before humming and then nodding "They'll blink unsynchronized... Might make more colors..."

"Yep. We might get orange lights this year. Pretty cool Miles!" Tristan smiled appreciatively at Simon, mouthing a silent 'Thanks' while Markus returned with the ladder.

"While Markus deals with that, I should get started on the baking. Then Leo can help rig the rest of the lights." Simon stated, ignoring the look of horror on the brunet's face.

"Baking equals good smells and pretty shapes. You can go bake Simon!" Miles smiled more genuinely as he kicked his legs about, narrowly avoiding hitting Josh on the head. "Sorry."

"I'm good."

"Not until I get you down you're not." Markus quickly got to work freeing the two of them, while Artyum helped Tristan and Benji down from their own prisons.

---

By 20:00 pm, all of the decorations were set up, lights properly rigged, food and sweets cooked and baked, and guests arrived. Despite the hectic confusing day, the party turned out alright.

All around friends and extended family talked, laughed, enjoy Simon's splendid cooking and Carl's family eggnog recipe, and gifts were exchanged without incident.

Leo looked all around and sighed contentedly as he rested on the couch, enjoying the buzz of conversations going on in the background.

His eyelids drooped as he watched humans and androids alike relishing in the enjoyments that followed the usual inconveniences of Christmas.

There was no good without a bit of bad. If anything, all the stuff they'd gone through just to get everything nice and ready made it more rewarding.

The brunet nodded off peacefully... Only to wake up when the caroling began.

"Oh my god..." Leo put his pillow over his head and mentally screamed.

Fine. Almost worth it. Fucking Christmas carolers ruining everything. They were almost as bad as the Salvation Army!

#Eps Writes:#detroit: become human #detroit become human #fanfic #leo manfred #dbh markus #dbh simon #dbh josh #dbh north #there are ocs #merry christmas

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“The Heart of the Truest Believer” Unused Script Snippets Compilation

So, as some of you know, recently I was lucky enough to win a script for “The Heart of the Truest Believer” in an OUAT auction. I think scripts are some of the most fun things you can win in auctions like these -- it’s cool to see how lines change and develop over the course of the writing and filming processes, they open the door to additional fun fan speculation, and of course, we get to see lines and actions that didn’t make the cut and in some cases, maybe see a completely new product!

And now that I have the script, I wanted to share it with everyone so we can do all of that groovy stuff!

There were a fair amount of changes, additional bits of dialogue, and honestly just funny things I noticed that I wanted to point out to laugh at like a fourth grader! I put in every thing that was in the script, but not in the episode, but if there’s a scene or something from the episode that you want to see, please let me know and i’ll see what I can do to get it to you (Sorry, buying the scripts and scanning can get expensive and I’m going to London this summer)!

Also, there’s a fair amount of shippy stuff in here, namely for Swan Fire, Sleeping Warrior, and Captain Swan (Ergo, the early ship tags). It’s not all that’s in here by any means, but I do want you going into this knowing that.

Finally, as a personal plea from me, let’s please try not to go too beserk over this, or rather, like our fandom sometimes tends to do. I wanted to share all of this good stuff for fun and archival purposes and I’d hate to inadvertently cause the next fandom war. And look, I get it: Fandoms be fandoms and my plea probably won’t factor into much in the grand scheme of things, but hey, I had to try, am I right? Just remember to treat each other the way you’d want to be treated. Certain scenes and ship that you might not like could mean a great deal to others and we should all try and respect each other.

Okay! Now that that’s out of the way, without further adieu, join me under the cut and let’s get to it!

First off, here’s a little observation: Apparently, in addition to comforting Emma, the doctor was supposed to give Emma a tissue. And given the sentences before that note, she’d definitely need it. :(

Another small cut line, but it makes you think just what a war on magic would be like. Also, I love the buildup of Tamara and Greg as these big antagonists and a third faction to counter the efforts of Pan and the heroes, only to pull the rug up from them and the audience. Kind of reminds me of how Dragon Ball Z transitioned from the androids to Cell.

Okay, enough nerding out! Moving on!

I was so happy that we got a juicy little bit of Rumple-y goodness in here! While I’m personally okay with the scene being excluded from the final episode, I do love how this scene builds up Rumple’s transformation back into his Dark One persona. I love the idea of the most dramatic spinning in television history and that crescendo of suspense. You know Isham would’ve had a time and a half orchestrating this scene! Can you just imagine the strings and the percussion?!

And speaking of Rumple, here’s some more Rumple dialogue!!! It builds on what we got in the final version in a more detailed way and makes for a strong moment in the Emma and Rumple dynamic.

As an added bonus, if you look at the bottom left of the page, it appears that whoever previously had this script helped setting up the sets! So that’s nifty!

Tamara is Spider-Man. OUAT/MCU CROSSOVER CONFIRMED!!

In a similar vein, we see Greg and Tamara here trying to do a bit more damage to the enemies than what we got in the finished episode.

Phillip! That’s Lumiere’s line! Silly man...

We get a bit more unused dialogue here (Loving the “arrow” joke!)! It’s basically just exposition, but we do get a bit of colliding personalities in here, especially between Neal and Mulan. Considering that these characters don’t get a ton of screen time after this season, this was a nice discovery to uncover.

I also like the smidge of character development Mulan got from Belle -- she’s now taken an interest in seeking knowledge after seeing how effective it can be!

More towards the bottom of the page, here we get two things that I found cool. First, we see a bit more to the guessing game of what is attacking the Jolly Roger and for certain Killian fans, seeing a Kraken out there is pretty cool!

Second...look the descriptions of some of the actions in these scripts is just phenomenal. And if you ever want to ensure a good ole case of alcohol poisoning, take a drink every time the F word is used! You will be PLASTERED before long! XD

We get a lot of additional dialogue here with some twinges of both Swan Fire and Sleeping Warrior nestled neatly in the actions and dialogue. My friends, I’d have KILLED to see that hand hold in the final product! I also really admire Neal’s steadfast determination here! It’s very reminiscent of Baelfire and is just utterly heartwarming to see how much he cares about his family.

And on top of that, we get a smidge more lore for the after effects of the sleeping curse! I’m no lore snob and I do find the explanation to be a biiiiiiiit weird, but hey -- it’s OUAT and weird is what I signed up for! It works well enough for me.

Tamara, you can’t blame others for your actions! You know better...or at least you should. I don’t know. For a while, at least, you seemed pretty smart and devious.

But more importantly than that: THE DARK ONE IS BACK! ...I just really liked that line. It reminds me of that old movie Commando. Rumple was trying to leave his past behind...sort of, but to save what matters to him, he’s gotta go back to his old ways. It’s a great mix of menacing and oddly triumphant! Honestly, it just sounds badass and I love that script note!!!

Like I said...the drinking games that could stem from these scripts could KILL someone! ...There’s nothing new here: I just thought this was funny.

MOVING ON!

Once again, we see some more Neal and Mulan dialogue with both direct and indirect nods to Swan Fire and Sleeping Warrior! I just have a lot of feels for these two, okay?!

So, we’ll see this a bit later in more detail, but there seemed to be something of a D-plot about the Jolly Roger sinking as a result of the storm. It’s only mentioned in the final product during the scene where our team finally arrives on the island, but there’s quite a few lines about this being more of a substantial plot point than what we ended up getting. Once again, I’m overall okay with its exclusion since the conflict of them having to work together was the more important part of the conflict.

And hey! We get a little bit of CS dialogue too, and I’m not complaining about that at all! I can’t help but feel like had that been included, it (Namely Killian calling Emma a sailor) would’ve been one of those OUAT-y things that just makes its way into all kinds of fan works -- like an OUAT meme that’s not played for comedy. You get what I’m saying? Ah well!

Let’s keep going!

...Again, not new, but the script direction was just too funny to leave out of this post!

Here we get a bit more dialogue of Emma trying to get her reluctant teammates to listen to her. While I’m fine with the scene as we got it, I would’ve liked it if this went into the final version. It builds up Emma’s desperation nicely and gives their lack of teamwork a subtle hint of tragedy that a solution is literally right in their face, but they won’t listen.

I also like that there’s a bit more to Hook’s extra line. Does one take it as him not believing her alongside the group, or him believing her and tragically pointing out that no one else does? I think the ultimate interpretation would’ve come down to how Colin played it, but I appreciate the nuance of the line!

So, here, like I said before, here’s where we get more of the meat of the Jolly Roger sinking plot point. There’s more of a weight to it. As I said before, while I like this extra dialogue, I do think that the final version was effective enough in showing the team working together and that an extra scene wouldn’t have contributed that meaningfully to it in the overall grand scheme of things.

That all having been said, additionally, we get some awesome Emma here, and I am always a fan of that! We get to see a bit of smugness with that “I was right” line and some frack-a-lackin’great leadership as she leads the group onto Neverland’s shores! It’s an honestly cool moment and I’m picturing Jen slaying as she delivers these great lines!

As you might be able to see on the first picture in this set, there’s a bit of cutoff dialogue. Unfortunately, that’s how I got the script and it happens occasionally in this script. However, if I may speculate, going by Emma’s next line, it seems like Hook was telling her that if they follow through with her plan, Pan will know they’re on his island for sure and will likely be able to find them with relative ease. It’s fitting for Hook’s view of Pan for him to be apprehensive about giving Pan an in like this and makes Emma’s willingness to go into the metaphorical fires of Neverland to be even cooler!

Finally, we end off with another bit of Swan Fire, and it’s honestly pretty touching! Like, he cries over her and she’s the love of his life! That’s just sweet!

Also, I’m pretty sure that Robin line at the top is new, and it’s pretty funny! Robin’s character does snark really well!

And with that, our journey through the uncut side of “The Heart of the Truest Believer” is complete! I hope you all liked these snippets and maybe got a bit more material to think on! I know I did!

#ouat #once upon a time #ouat script #heart of the truest believer #swan fire #sleeping warrior #captain swan #emma swan #rumple #neal cassidy #mulan #aurora #phillip #killian jones #hook #greg #tamara #robin hood #Rumplestiltskin

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