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endless-sketching · 1 year ago

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A concept that I wish I got around sooner, yeah Zenny is trans.

And I really hope I can give their story the time and thoughtfulness it deserves. (CW: Slight blood, shaving cuts)

At first the concept of working backwards for their design was really interesting since it was basically me going back to my old old Zenny designs for when they were just a guy I would use to insert myself into. Here is where Zenny and Emi looked a bit more similar with how they both have similar hair dangles on the side.

Then life happened and well, the previous concepts I had for Zenny being a femboy turned into being trans. Eventually I did a massive redesign so I can just doodle the simplified version of that little goblin as a clear distinction between me and Zenny

This was when I started to give Zenny more of an owl motif to their design

I eventually settled on this design before going more indepth with how much like an owl they should look since they looked a bit more like a moth than anything.

(Then I remembered how gravity worked on the cloak)

Then comes the more recent development with Zenny's design with the hair underhighlight.

Skipping ahead a bit this is the current design for Zenny that I still need to make a proper character sheet for since people can't tell that they straight up don't have a head.

CW: This is the part where I talk about really dysphoric shit like getting cuts while shaving and blood

Zenny and Luna are basically my first two OCs, so I wanted them to have some sort of interactions now that Luna and Robo Luna are separate characters.

At first it was a silly little love story similar to Pumpkin and Rosa's where they both don't feel like they deserve each other's love because of many reasons. For Zenny it's their gender dysphoria and how the version Zenny presents isn't the version they want Luna to love, and if I'm being real here I got nothing for Luna just yet, she could just be really hard time properly expressing her love and with how the story is set up to where she wouldn't be able to confess before the Hard Light Incident happened separating the two.

A few more ideas workshopping would help, right now I have it to where Luna and Zenny are childhood friends. Family stuff happened with Zenny and they didn't see each other through out middle school.

They would go to the same highschool together but couldn't see each other as often with how this was when Zenny started to discover that they were trans and how they're not in the same class as Luna in completely different friend groups. They cherish the times they are able to hang out together though.

Pre-HL Zenny was basically me subconsciously going back to older concepts I had for them and went about giving it a more subtle closeted trans change to it.

(Some reference points of Zenny's older designs)

A quick personal story, as I was shaving my legs I got a small cut because I didn't use warm water. Even though it was just small cuts, it just kept on bleeding. And it was just a really stinging reminder of my own body. Then I thought "Who would comfort Zenny in this scenario?" Which admittedly is a bit messed up that I thought of this before myself but Zenny is basically a part of me, all of my characters are parts of me.

So it was just really cathartic (I think that's how you use that word) to have Luna comfort Zenny as she visits their home.

I intent to base parts of this story from a lot of my own personal life, not down to the exact details mind you but down to the important stuff.

IdLS is a project that I want to use as an outlet for my own life, and if somehow in the future this project gets popular enough and gets theories speculating what's going to happen next in the story.

I hope people can respect my privacy and don't dig up my old personal stuff that floats around the web. It's wishful thinking seeing how the internet works, but hey it doesn't hurt to have this sentiment out there.

(Oh wow I hit the image limit)

#oc #sketch #doodle #art #idls:zenny #idls:luna #being trans is hard :(#idls #idlsconceptart #my art

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real-hws-confessions · 3 months ago

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ooooh, continuing off of my previous ask (that explained why i had the thought in the first place + why feliciano as martha)

adding on to my speculation on how kiku could be veronica; i originally had several paragraphs speculating about what if a murder DID happen, since i was kind of hoping for it (even if the whole point of this thought experiment was for gerita to break the plot via ludwig being radically unsuitable to actually be ram)

my thoughts on trying to get a murder to happen led to the following conclusions;

1) i'm too much of a weenie to kill off the hetalia characters

2) i'm too attached to the idea of a 'heathers au -> gakuen hetalia' pipeline to kill off the hetalia characters

3) just using the og chandler/a substitute oc/etc to get a murder to happen feels suspiciously close to rehashing the original plotline of heathers with zero divergence, which is boring to me

4) it is very easy to slip into a 'these mean girls are flabbergasted by honest connections' sort of plot - which is ALWAYS fun, frankly, but if i end up using og chandler after all that's a bit of a cop-out too; because og chandler is absolutely vicious in the musical. my favouritism is of course towards the hetalia characters and gerita, but if i want a heathers premise i feel like either chandler or whoever i put in her role should match up to the venom laced in chandler's voice during candy store

5) i still don't have a solid jd for kiku

like, now i have a motive that makes sense as to how veronica!kiku ended up with the heathers in the first place and how it turned from heathers au to gakuen hetalia... but should it be that simple. i do want veronica!kiku to experience the bullshit that is the Heathers toxic hierarchy for a little while before becoming a trio with feli and ludwig. there should be at least a bit of drama

hm. i do not see kiku getting drunk but mayhaps he COULD upset his chandler

(her. her chandler. i keep forgetting that i'm actively genderbending kiku in order to get that fourth addition to a mean girls trio vibe)

maybe not right away though??? the thing is i want kiku's wtf re: ludwig suddenly reciprocating feli's affection to be while (s)he's still in with the heathers, so she gets the full brunt of the trio's wtf reactions

a mix of 'well that backfired'/'is he just looking for who was messing around? he can't actually care for vargas himself'/'that idiot is gonna be embarassed when ludwig finally drops him' that would make kiku feel increasingly irritated on feliciano's behalf

god, but then i still need a better chandler reaction. i think chandler in the musical is spectacular. it can't just be idle gossip

would she (or her substitute) even go after feli by that point? that's small potatoes, i think. i already speculated that one of the trio may have gotten their claws on ludwig but couldn't properly dig in, so maybe she goes after ludwig instead

maybe she realises after some observation that 'oh wow, you're actually more into this guy than you ever gave a shit about any of us/our power dynamics.' and gets annoyed because of that; that he wasn't with the program nearly as much as he used to be, or at least doesn't follow the concept of cliques like before

but then by that point veronica!kiku has been sufficiently assured that ludwig is legit (even if kiku judges him for ignoring feli for a while) and then sneaks laxatives into chandler's food

man, i still don't know who i'd substitute for chandler,,, like i went with alfred on a whim before but again, i'm a weenie that's too attached to 'heathers au turns into gakuen hetalia' now to put any of them in a position of permanent enemies. i might consider it again later (gangsta alfred is fun) but right now,,, yeah

so for now i'll stick with Actual Chandler from the musical/movie. i still need someone to be kiku's jd though because i feel like musical jd was Specially Brewed to be veronica's problem

actually, if i'm not gonna do a murder, what if i just made gilbert as kiku's partner in crime

that generally defeats the purpose of jd's role given gilbert is a very proud, loving older brother that in this au threw a party on ludwig's behalf, but i already went into this planning to break the plot anyway. gilbert at least works as an outlier to the school hierarchy that i am looking to put in this position

maybe gilbert had a troubled childhood a la jd; richer background but terrible upbringing. but then he opted to give ludwig his best as they grew older. (oh god now it sounds like elizaveta or roderich should have been his veronica instead, take me back) a bunch of cousins that gilbert can now call brothers, or something, i don't even know anymore i'm sleep-deprived

oh god gilbert puts a halt on people getting rowdy at his brother's party and talks to kiku about wishing ludwig would loosen up a little, how he stopped talking to his childhood friend. ludwig wanting to be both worthy of the legacy he and gilbert inherited and wanting to make gilbert proud

kiku probably takes some time to even find out this guy is ludwig's older brother, and then keeps bumping into him and getting advice

also gilbert would totally help kiku slip laxatives into someone's food

...

oh man, if i want a proper chandler (or just Chandler outright) but i don't want a murder i need a proper plotline. i want to believe that chandler can eventually be won over because i am a weenie but god is she gonna make me work for it if i go for that. i need to stop here before i lose another hour of sleep

oops sorry forgot to post this one anon!!!

#long post #hetalia confessions #hws

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dunderbread · 2 years ago

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TELL ME ABOUT FRONT IMAGE!!!!! *eats and bites ur ocs* *places them in a little box and shakes them*

Front Image

"Front Image was an American rock band formed in New York City in 1969 [1]. Their original lineup consisted of lead singer Camembert (Bert) LaRue, guitarist and songwriter Emmenthal (Emmet) Riesling, bassist Brie LaRue, and drummer Chester "Cheddar" Donovan. Originally a thesis project by producer Roquefort Lang, the group is often colloquially referred to as "Fromage" due to the band’s name and the fact that each member is coincidentally named after a type of cheese [2]. Their musical style evolved greatly over the course of the band’s career, from psychedelic surf-inspired rock in the late 1960s to harder rock in the 1970s. The group infamously struggled to find commercial success until the release of their 1972 album "Jackal and Hide" and their joint "Victory Lap" tour with British rock group Idle Warship in the summer of 1973 [3]."

Personal Relationships

"Riesling, Donovan and Bert LaRue have been friends since childhood. Says Bert: “It was nice having Emmet and Chester around because I knew I could always rely on them. They were the only two people who I thought saw me for who I really was: a scared kid from California who’d just had to leave half his family behind. We had this thing we’d do where we’d “play band” with Chester’s uncle’s old stuff, and I guess that started evolving into something bigger. By the time I recruited my sister to play bass for us, Emmet was churning out lyrics basically every day. I think we knew we were on to something good, we were all just too scared to realize it” [12].”

“Speculation about the nature of the relationship between Riesling and Bert LaRue was confirmed in 2004, when the pair were married in Massachusetts after it became the first U.S. state to legalize gay marriage [13]. The two had reportedly been close for years beforehand, but were notoriously closed-off when it came to rumors about each other. Says Riesling in a 1982 radio interview: “Everybody wants to snoop all the time, that’s the job of the press is to snoop. When you’re a well known person they think they have access to your entire personal life. Bert and I are close and have a good relationship – what more do you want?” [14]. Prior to the announcement, Bert had publicly come out as gay in 1986, and the two were confirmed to have been living together in an undisclosed location.”

#you ask i answer #front image #hope this answers your question I had a lot of fun writing this

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sweetside · 3 years ago

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Oc and Au list for mobile

Nela (OC) (Faceclaim: Judgement from Helltaker)

Female Demon

Physical: 5'12 (183 cm) 170 Lbs

BMI: 23.1 | Average

Background: The current ruler of the Underworld. She mostly got the position by not being power-hungry or difficult to work with. Though she does admit that the job is fairly boring.

She is able bend reality in the underworld. However in the middleworld “Earth” she can only make illusions, and fool the senses of others.

Wears two metallic gauntlets for an unknown reason.

She has a relatively decent relationship with the overworld peeps.

Bryss (OC) (Faceclaim: Marcille from Delicious in Dungeon)

Female Elf

Physical: 5'9 (175 cm) 152 lbs

BMI: 22,4 | Average

Background: The youngest member of a dynasty of assasins. While Bryss has received the same harrowing training as her siblings. She has apparently not inherited the wit and calm of her family.

Her father(Papa) is the current head of the dynasty.

Bryss appears to be a jovial elf to those who don’t know her family. But her kill count is actually [REDACTED].

She loves sweets of any kind, using her time to steal them from people.

Olive (OC) (Faceclaim: Chain Sumeragi from Blood Blockade Battlefront)

(Art is by GhostVa11a)

Goddess (Cat girl)

Physical: 5'2 (175 cm) 475 lbs

BMI: 86.9 | Morbidly Obese

Background: In times long past. The other deities claimed their chunk over the living world, from mountains to fish to love. One deity claimed the piece of mind which humans and animals felt in their shelters, away from the many dangers the world held. This deity was given the name Olive and the epithet goddess of shelter. When humans began to build shelter of their own. Olive split, gaining the epithet of home. While the rest of her became the goddess of the hunt. As humanity developed. Their faith that deities controlled the cosmos waned. So to remain in existence Olive made a gamble, becoming a living creature. When she first descended onto the world. She did so under the guise of a feline. Watching from the shadows as humanity developed.

However as humanity progressed there were those who fell fully into the comfort Olive offered. These people were named NEETS by the world. And as perception of Olive changed so did her form, though not fully, into that of a human. Today the goddess spends her days sitting on her soft behind watching the media humans produce, much like her most ardent worshippers.

She is the goddess of NEETs and Shut-ins now.

Being enveloped by her belly makes the target feel calm and safe.

Her faith has all but died so her powers are limited.

Dextera (OC) (Faceclaim: Ayano Tateyama from Kagerou Project)

Female Cowgirl

Height: 4,2 Feet (170 cm) 1023 lbs.

BMI: (Non applicable) | Chubby

Background: A Cowgirl living in a national park with the rest of her herd. She is the smallest member of the herd, both height an weight wise. Some speculate it’s because she’s a different breed, than the rest, which is probably the case.

Has black horns hidden under her hair, a hairy back and a tail she keeps tucked away.

She is a fairly shy person and thus has trouble getting her engorged 3ft wide breasts milked.

She wants to experience city life some day. Mainly so she can gorge and grow bigger, like her siblings.

AUs:

Fertility Idol! Naoto (Same Icons as the default version) (Art by SpiralingStaircase)

Basis: Naoto Shirogane (Muses from the Persona Series)

Change: Naoto was born with a rather… fuller figure than she had in the default AU. She weighs 450lbs (= 204 kg) With her assets added to her weight.

NewGame! Yu (Same Icons as default version) (Art by Idle-Minded)

Basis: Yu Narukami (Muses from the Persona Series)

Change: This is a Yu who has gone through the game of Persona 4 a few times. Acting as a player would he has some understanding of how the ‘’Loop’’ he is in works. And as such is able to add content to the game or change the beginning of the game, such as having his own house in Inaba. Who knows maybe Fertility Idol+ Naoto was his doing…

Through these cycles he has become… somewhat detached, since he is the only one who seems to know about the reset. This has led to him growing is lazier and less kind than his default version. His weight varies but let’s put his starting weight at 360lbs (= 136kg).

#Mobileocandaulist

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sullustangin · 4 years ago

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Scenes from an Imaginary AU

Plot bunny came for my soul. Late entry for Theron Thursday. I’ve seen a lot of speculative “if Theron was a Jedi fic”, and this came to mind earlier this week. No idea if I’ll continue it -- maybe if there’s positive feedback? I like plain ol’ SIS Theron a lot, but Jedi Knight Shan was a bit of a fun lark.

Co-Starring an alt universe version of Eva Corolastor, my oc smuggler, and Hylo the Cat.

Jedi Knight Theron Shan paused in his instructions to his students as an unscheduled XS Light made a pass over the Temple on Tython. The younglings noticed their teacher’s hesitation and looked at each other, but none dared to speak. Knight Shan had temper.

That wasn’t why he had yet to train a padawan; he was patient (though firm) with the young ones, at ease with the teenagers, and had comradery with his peers. However, he preferred to carry out missions for the Order alone, risking nobody else.

The Council had informed him that training a padawan meant including them as part of these missions, exposing them to danger so that they could grow into knights. He would never rise to the title of Master without doing this, unless some other grand feat was ascribed to him.

Knight Shan seemed to have chosen the second path in this matter. He was not content, but he accepted the Council’s decision.

That did nothing to diminish his students’ respect for him and his skill as a knight. His ability to access the Force was something admirable; he didn’t just use it to move objects or fight. He used it to think and solve problems.

Most had come to the conclusion that Knight Shan would make Master, his own way.

The XS Light made a hasty landing, and Knight Shan could hear the commotion from where he stood. His students – some of the youngest younglings – squirmed. He internally sighed. He’d lost them for the day. “Class dismissed. Stay away from the space port until further notice.”

Small voices piped up as he turned on his heel and marched toward the port, robes catching the breeze as he went. “He’s gonna investigate.” “Of course, he is, that’s what Knight Shan does.” “Think he’s gonna beat up someone?” “If they deserve it.”

Knight Shan studied the idling ship before him. A crowd had indeed gathered, but they were not inclined to take any initiative toward making contact with its pilot or passengers. He, on the other hand, had taken the time to check the shipping schedule: he confirmed this was not a planned stop for any ship in the sector.

He also had confirmed that the ship was unregistered. It wasn’t legal. It was likely a smuggler’s ship; they loved these small freighters (which were still impressively large compared to the shuttles he typically used). Smugglers were always in it for the money – they were moving some hot product, possibly contraband. Tython was probably the last place anyone with two brain cells to rub together would go to off-board such merchandise.

Therefore, this was an emergency landing. The pilot – or one of their passengers – was in trouble. Still, this was likely a criminal from somewhere.

Knight Shan unhooked his light saber and with it in his hand, he walked the perimeter of the ship. No signs of immediate life. He stopped at the rear of the ship and looked up at where the gangplank would reasonably be. As if on cue, the ship began to open up.

And then the pilot appeared.

Theron was immensely happy he was a Jedi Knight without attachments, because he was absolutely at a loss when it came to women. Attachments were dangerous, as it could distract from the greater good, and selfish pursuits – such as romantic ventures with women (or men; Theron wasn’t sure what to make of that – it wasn’t as if he’d ever ‘explored’ that aspect of his life)– were detrimental.

That all said: it wasn’t a crime in the Jedi Order to gaze upon a work of art and say it was beautiful, nor have a drink of some expensive wine and enjoy it, nor be put up in rather posh accommodations and linger a little longer in bed the next day: the problem came when these things couldn’t be given up.

So without guilt, Knight Shan could observe that the pilot of the ship ----

She made his insides feel funny at first sight. She didn’t look like a hardened criminal. She looked barely older than some of the padawans who were about to face their Trials. Deep mahogany hair, bright eyes, and – she wore her clothes well. There was another comment that could be inferred from that one, if he dwelled on it too long.

He realized he was staring before she caught him, fortunately. “Excuse me, Captain.”

She turned to look at him, her hair threatening to break loose from its tie. “Jedi, right?”

He tilted his head slightly. “You are on Tython. That would be a logical assumption.” He made a small gesture at his robes with the hand occupied by the light saber.

Fortunately, the smuggler rolled her eyes at him. “I mean, you have some authority here – you’re not one of the little kids or the apprentices, right?”

“Younglings or padawans, and no.” Theron knew how young he looked, despite his escapades. He smoothly switched the light saber to his left hand and offered the right, which was likely to be better received than a ceremonious bow. “Jedi Knight Theron Shan.”

The pilot only hesitated a moment before firmly grasping his hand and giving it a shake. “Captain Eva Corolaster. I specialize in discreet cargo delivery.”

He arched an eyebrow. She didn’t blink.

“I have something you may want to look at,” she said. She leaned her head inside, beckoning for him to follow her up.

Why did someone this pretty have to be so dumb?

“You do realize this is Tython, home of the Jedi, the ones who believe in the Light Side of the Force? We’re not exactly in the market for ill-gotten gains…”

The Captain seemed to brush off his comment. “You really want to see this, Knight Shan.”

He didn’t move. “I think I want to know your business here on Tython.”

“This is my business – returning stolen property and hoping for an appropriately-sized reward,” Corolastor replied cavalierly.

Knight Shan folded his hands in front of him, the light saber subtly making its way back into his main hand. “Nothing has been stolen from Tython.”

“Well, the goods were meant for Tython, I’m pretty sure. I just happened to intercept them.” Corolastor turned to start walking up the gangplank. When he didn’t follow, she sighed dramatically and pulled her blaster –

And dropped it, letting it skitter down to rest at his feet. “If that makes you feel better.”

“Blaster fire is target practice for Jedi anyway. But I appreciate the gesture.” In one graceful motion, Knight Shan bent to pick up the blaster as he moved up the gangplank. As he stood next to Corolastor, he offered it back to her. As she took it, their hands brushed –

He seriously was so inept, that he would notice that and make note of it. But she was the most interesting thing to come to Tython in quite awhile –

He could hear the whispers from below.

Theron drowned in his own thoughts as he followed the female smuggler through the winding corridor of her ship. Was this a trap? How idiotic was he? How bored had he been to risk this without a thought as to call for the guards to accompany him?

Theron hadn’t done anything reckless in awhile, and it was beginning to chafe, he supposed.

His prattling internal monologue screeched to a halt as Eva opened up the cargo bay, saying. “Hey, guys, I’m back.”

Without thinking, Theron activated his light saber and instinctively took a defensive stance.

Nothing came to attack him.

The light simply illuminated ten small pairs of eyes that gazed upon him in awe.

Theron looked past the glare of his weapon, repurposing it as a light source. “A real Jedi,” he heard. He then saw the small children both with the light and with the Light – he felt them and tiny explosions of relief that erupted as they saw him. He was going to save them –

Well, he was going to finish what the lady had started, one of the older ones had thought.

Knight Shan carefully angled his light saber carefully and reached out to run his senses over the children. “Why do you have these children – these younglings?” he asked the smuggler, keeping part of his attention in the visible world and the rest of it directed toward what he could feel with the Force.

All of them were Force sensitive. Based on what he could see, many had already had their hair barbered appropriately – the last thing their parents did for them before sending them on.

“Funny story, that. Some Mando clan – Spaz or Spar or something – were hired by Imps to intercept their transport to Tython. Somebody screwed them on the deal, they started shooting each other, and in the midst of all this, their transport container broke free – and I was in the area.” She shrugged just within the periphery of his vision. “I don’t deal in sentients, and I figured they belonged to you guys, since they have the dorky haircuts.”

Her words were true, right down to some of the younglings’ reservations about their new haircuts. Images of Zabraks paraded fresh across their minds, then the sudden darkness of the shipping container, the jolt of an unexpected jettison – and then the smuggler realizing exactly what she had as she stared back at them, then the noises that echoed through the ship and back to the cargo bay as she scrounged bedding and food – enough to care for them. However long it took to get to Tython – “Where the hell is Tython anyway?” one child remembered her saying.

Knight Shan decided he liked this smuggler after all, even if she wasn’t the most well-versed in the Jedi world. The concern she’d shown for the younglings –

She did say she wanted a reward… but she didn’t have to –

Other memories filtered in from the younglings, and Theron had to withdraw to continue the conversation.

“You’ve done the right thing. They belong here, with us. Can I use your comm unit? We should get them out of here as soon as possible – no offense intended.”

The Captain nodded silently at him, then addressed her passengers. “Pack up your gear, kids. Knight Shan is going to get you settled here on Tython, just like you originally planned – a few days late, but just like you and your parents wanted.”

The children stood frozen for a moment, then scurried into activity.

He followed Corolastor up the hallway toward the cockpit of the old ship. “Thank you for doing the right thing –”

Corolastor suddenly turned, yanked him quickly into the cockpit, and shut the door behind them. “Whoever you call, make sure you trust them.”

Knight Shan blinked at her. “I’m calling other Jedi, the ones who handle the creche, first of all.”

“How many people know about Jedi kid transports in the galaxy? I sure as hell didn’t until I thought I had scored kyber crystals.” Corolastor leaned back against the wall, arms crossed. “I don’t suppose that’s posted like a public shuttle schedule.”

Knight Shan suddenly felt pieces click together – and a sense of dread filled him. “The Mandalorians work with the Empire. We try to keep the finding of the Force-Sensitive children quiet and move them to the security of Tython as soon as possible, particularly in borderlands and disputed areas.” Theron ran a hand over his mouth, feeling the beginnings of stubble there. “Someone gave the Empire a heads up that these younglings were traveling on a particular ship to a particular place.” He stared at the comm unit in her cockpit for a second, then returned his gaze to Corolastor. “Someone gave up the information. Possibly someone here on Tython.”

“So again—you got someone you trust?” Corolastor asked again.

He inhaled and exhaled, twice. “Yes. It’ll need to be a secure commlink – top of the line, if you can manage it on this ship.”

She made a face at him – probably wasn’t a good idea to insult her museum piece of a ship in front of her, but he had to play things carefully now. Regardless, Corolastor started flipping switches and securing lines. He had to interrupt again. “You’ll have to leave.”

Corolastor gave him a sour look, but she did leave when she finished set up. Knight Shan quickly figured out which button to press and knew which frequency to hail. “Master Shan, we have a problem.”

Eva sat at her lounge table, playing pazaak against the computer. She won, usually. It wasn’t the fault of the computer that she had a knack for the game. Maybe she should start gambling. Like, more than she did. Not just for fun. She did it when bored in port. But she was good, she thought.

People were different though. They needed to be read. It wasn’t just a game of numbers and counting with them. But Dad had taught her to do that, so maybe --

The computer chirped her glory at her one more time, and this time, a small furry blur appeared in front of her, trying to attack the laser light show. “Hylo, house rules, one paw on the floor if you’re going to get on the gaming table.” Eva smiled as she pet her cat, the one crewmember on Virtue’s Thief.

The door to the cockpit swished open as Knight Shan came out. He’d been in and out several times, first to escort the children to wherever they were meant to go, then to talk to Jedi and Pub channels – Eva could see the frequencies parade across her wrist comm, but she didn’t know whose they were.

Nor did she want to. “So, listen, glad to see the kids home safe, but I’m running late for a rendezvous on Ord Mantell…I got some supplies I need to move.” Eva consulted the wrist comm again. “And I’m late.”

“You do things without being paid for them. That’s not usual for a woman like you,” Shan interrupted her.

Eva didn’t bother to bite back any words. She’d done her good deed. “I’m not a prostitute, so I do a hell of a lot of things without being paid for them.”

The brilliant red burn that lit across Shan’s face broadcast what she had suspected about the Jedi Knight. “I didn’t – that’s not – I didn’t think you were—I just meant – ”

The nervous virginal stutter killed her. That, and he was good-looking. Despite that collective arrogance Jedi seemed to wrap about them like robes, he had an independent brain.

Strangely, based on the fact he followed her up alone – she hadn’t expected that, she’d expected the Port Authority to march up there with him – Knight Shan was a gambler, too.

What a strange Jedi.

Eva waved her free hand at him, still trying to apologize, as she scratched Hylo behind the ears. “I’m jerking your chain. Seriously though. The guy I work for has the nickname of the Butcher, so I’d like to get moving.”

Knight Shan collected himself. “I know you have your obligations – but I feel that if we don’t pick up the trail of the Imperial agents that managed this, we’re going to lose more than just younglings.”

Eva wasn’t getting how this affected her. “The Jedi can just pop some credits into my account if they want – I kind of don’t care at this point. I just need to go.”

“We can go.” She saw the hand gesture.

Wait.

We.

What.

“Excuse me?” Eva asked, a little incredulously.

Knight Shan calmly told her, “You’re a good person. We’re going to figure out who informed the Empire about that transport so it doesn’t happen again. You’re going take me on your ship—”

“You stopped hand-waving, so I guess the magic trick didn’t take hold,” Eva snapped. “I’m not doing kriff-all when I got Rogun getting antsy about when I’m hitting Ord Mantell. I like making credits and being alive long enough to spend them.”

Knight Shan seemed a little taken aback that his Force thingy – whatever it was – didn’t work. He stared at her intensely for a few moments before she physically rose from her seat at the table and stared back.

He chuckled. “You are strong-minded. Didn’t expect the discipline in someone like you.”

Now Eva shook her head, confused. “Discipline? Listen, I know a flim flam when I see one, and you guys run one of the biggest rackets in the galaxy just like the Sith do.” He stopped laughing. “You got your kids, I don’t have any other information –”

“But we can get it if you give me transport off Tython – I have a few ideas,” he interrupted, all too eager.

Eva studied him a moment – time to practice people reading.

A few moments in silence passed, and Knight Shan seemed to pick up that he too was subject to examination. “You need to get off Tython now, don’t you.” Eva continued to look at him, then gestured with her hand for him to explain himself.

A slightly crooked smile crossed his face. “I may have a few people coming to look for me if I’m not off your ship in the next 10 minutes. Mostly because the Council doesn’t want to be too hasty – maybe there was a comm link error, maybe it was luck, they don’t want to go accusing esteemed members of the order – but if I’m not hasty, we might lose the trail.”

Eva contemplated this for a split second. “So what you’re saying is that the Jedi Council is going to be royally pissed because you’re going rogue to find these scumbags who kidnap little kids.”

“Yeah,” Knight Shan answered honestly.

“And they may well put a warrant out on me for ‘kidnapping and corrupting’ a Jedi knight, true or not, just to stop my ship. And the first place they’re going to look is goddamn Ord Mantell because I have a booked port space there – no names or regs, but how many old-model XS Lights are still roaming around space?”

“Yeah. Sorry.” He also said that pretty honestly too.

Eva pressed her lips into a thin line. She sensed him peering over at her, his eyes tracing down her frame to her hips and leg – no, not a lecherous glare, but an analysis of whether or not she was going to jerk her blaster on him.

“You can’t pay me?”

“Probably not, unless we’re successful.”

She leaned over to consult with Hylo. “We haven’t made any stupid business decisions lately, have we? Think we’re due?”

Hylo mreeeped and jumped off the table, tail high and sauntered over to rub himself all over Knight Shan’s robes. Now this was the acid test.

The Jedi calmly watched the cat weave back and forth around his legs, depositing a fair amount of fur on the garb. “I’m not allergic. And I like cats. Generally.”

Now Eva sported a lopsided smile. “I’m not opposed to a little gamble. And I like pissing off Force Users. Generally. Entire Council’s a treat for me.” Eva came out from behind the lounge table and approached Knight Shan. She could read his face – he was pleased that she was making progress toward the cockpit.

But one more thing. “If Rogun sends his goons after me for not delivering ordnance, you willing to use that laser sword on them, peacekeeper?” She stood close to him, and she could sense him fight the impulse to fidget.

He really wasn’t comfortable around women his own age, she supposed, but he understood. “I’ll do anything you need to live peacefully after this.” Knight Shan met and held her gaze.

Something in those eyes sent a bolt of lightning down her spine.

Eva didn’t like it. But she really did too.

And she really didn’t like that he sensed it. But she really liked that he seemed to like it and have the same feelings of not liking that he liked it either.

Ok, so maybe they were both inept.

“Let’s find those pieces of drekk then. I’m launching in five – strap yourself into the copilot’s seat and hang on.”

#swtor #swtor fan fiction #Theron Shan #oc: eva corolastor #Jedi Theron Shan #hylo the cat #theron thursday #eva corolastor

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New Iterators just dropped 🔥🔥 Only two of them are new, but I haven't introduced the other one yet, so I'll do that here! More under the cut:

This is Whirling Ellipse ("Ellipse" or "WE" for short)! She was my first Iterator OC, so she has a special place in my heart 🥺💖 She's playful, talkative, and very friendly, but her deteriorating systems have caused to act more loopy and spontaneous (than usual). She experiences frequent memory lapses, and her communications are shaky. Oh, and her arms fell off... oops. A grumpy Slugcat named The Salvager (who I should also probably make a post about) occasionally pops in to supply her with new parts.

Onto the new Iterators!! This Idle Speculations ("Specs" or "IE" for short); she's the youngest member of the local group. Her can is situated over a desert region, and she's far away from the other Iterators (even her own local group). She's rude, brisk, always annoyed, and easily frustrated... so! Kind of an asshole. It's always the short people istg 🙄

She pretends to like being alone, but she secretly appreciates company. She also seems to be the only Iterator who has caught onto DWOE's recent suspicious behavior...

This is Two Masquerades ("Masquerades" or "TM" for short)! They're slightly older than Ellipse. They're elegant and kind of keep to themselves (they don't mind the other Iterators; they're just very focused on their work). They're super into fashion and love designing clothing. The Ancients of their city would frequently wear their designs. Now that their Ancients are gone, Masquerades has moved onto designing clothes for the local fauna. Do the creatures appreciate it? Not really. But Masquerades thinks lizards look cute in tiny hats.

I'm going to work on fleshing these guys out some more! Thinking about adding one of two more Iterators to the group, but I have no character ideas right now lol. Feel free to check out my Toyhouse if you want lore updates and stuff. I also made a isolated drawing of DWOE (non-possessed yipeee!!!):

Actually, I don't think I've ever gone into his character here...? So I'll do a little of that right now:

Dulcet Warble of Evening was the senior of his local group. He was calm, thoughtful, and rational; his Ancients and other Iterators frequently went to him for advice or consoling. He always prioritized his duties as an Iterator, but he had a greater love for nature. He liked observing wildlife through his Overseers. He started working on a way to detach from his arm so he could explore the world and discover new species, but he never achieved that :( Now he's possessed LOL 🤣🤣

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duhragonball · 5 years ago

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State of the Damn Wienerfic

I’ve finally finished the “thousand years ago” section of my OC’s backstory, which is a big relief to me. The first 141 chapters of Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan were intended to develop the title character as a protagonist in her own right, and not just a guest star or supporting player to the main cast, like Tapion in “Wrath of the Dragon”. I was always worried that I’d meet some untimely end before I finished, and no one would know how things turned out for her.

From 142 onward, I’m flashing forward to the events of Dragon Ball:Xenoverse. It’s not going to be a total adaptation of the game’s story mode, but I did like the notion that if I ever reached this point, the fic has a tenative ending, and a curious reader could run Xenoverse 1 on Steam and get a general idea of what happens next. But I’m still alive, so I guess I’ll go ahead and write my version.

It’s still surreal to me that I’ve reached this milestone. I’ve thought about it for so long and now it’s here. I wrote the bulk of #142 last November, and some other material that still needs to be organized, and my goal for this year’s NanoWriMo is to plow forward. A lot of things will be different, and I think one of them is that I feel like I can be more open about the creative process. So if you want to see how the sausage is made, click the read more. If you’d rather see how crayons are made, watch this video below.

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There’s a Sesame Street version of this, but those are all orange crayons, and I like yellow better. Also I like the way Mr. Rogers says “crayons”.

All right, now that those weird crayon people are distracted, let’s talk about Luffa.

I came up with the idea around 2004, I think. DBZ was done airing in the U.S., and I wanted to write some sort of fanfic about it, but I was having trouble coming up with ideas. I felt like the main story had wrapped up very well with Z, and GT only seemed to prove that you can’t top the original story. So I started thinking about the lore, and that led me to the Legendary Super Saiyan that Vegeta spoke of in DBZ Episode 66.

There were a few things that bugged me about the DBZ fandom at the time. Mostly I was just reading the GameFaqs boards to find any hot scoops about upcoming DBZ games, and no one really knew much of anything, so the board was mostly guys shooting idle speculation back and forth. Occasionally someone would bring up the fact that we never saw any female Super Saiyans, which led some to suspect that such a thing must be impossible. The one explanation that stuck in my craw was that “women can’t get angry enough”. Usually, misogynists are always saying women are too emotional to do anything else, so by that logic, you’d think it would be much easier for Saiyan women. They’d just flip out whenever a stray laser bolt fries their hair, like Daphne Zuniga in “Spaceballs.”

The other thing that bugged me was the Broly-worship in some circles. One way or another, Broly hype reached American fans well before the Funimation dub of Movie 8. I remember the official promotions from Funimation acknowledging that fans kind of already knew who the guy was. For a few years before 2003, I think Broly became this mythical figure, like your friend whose uncle works for Nintendo, or “Q” telling 4-chan all about how everyone you don’t like is going to get arrested soon. I’m pretty sure this is why you can still find Broly fanart where he’s beating up Galactus, Kid Buu, and Superman, to name a few. I think a lot of fanboys got it in their head that Broly could kick anybody’s ass, which is weird because he can’t even win in his own movies.

I think even the official stuff played into this idea, since Broly would often be used as a special bonus boss in a lot of video games, so you beat Kid Buu and then hold on, now you have to fight Broly. So it’s not hard to get the vibe that he’s the real final boss of everything. I’m curious how the 2018 version of Broly will affect the perception of the character, but it’s probably too soon to tell. In the mid-2000′s, though, it felt like a lot of people believed that Broly was a more legitimate Super Saiyan than Goku or the others, by virtue of being green and irrationally violent.

So this was on my mind when I thought about what to do with the Super Saiyan from 1000 years ago. I felt like there were people who wanted to believe that this character was a lot more like Broly than Goku, which is dumb, because the whole point of Super Saiyan Goku was that he was taking on the same role as the last guy. And, for my money, the moral of Goku going Super Saiyan was that he was the only Saiyan of his generation who understood the same thing all the old Super Saiyans did. Something about his upbringing on Earth helped him reach that level. All the other Saiyans were too contaminated by their own culture of ruthless dickery.

And so I thought that it would really flip the script if I wrote a story about that Legendary Super Saiyan and made him very different from the fanboy perception of Broly. And I’d make him a her, just to twist the knife. Not only is this not Broly, but she’s one of those women Super Saiyans everyone thinks can’t happen. I doubt anyone from GameFaqs in 2007 would even notice my fic, but I’d like to think they’d be pissed about what I’ve done.

I tried writing some of this down in 2006, but I didn’t get very far, mostly because I was intimidated by the scope of the idea. I didn’t think I could do a long story, but I wasn’t sure a short story could get the idea across. So I just didn’t do it at all, and kept thinking about it from time to time. I wanted to make Luffa as a custom character in a video game, if they ever made a game with CAC features. Ultimate Tenkaichi had it, but you could only make a Saiyan man... which just reinforced my motivations for doing this kind of a story.

Finally, Dragon Ball Xenoverse debuted a more robust CAC feature in 2015, and I could design the character properly. I didn’t have much in the way of ideas, so I just sort of let the gameplay take me where it would. The game is set in the future, and Trunks just wishes for an ally, so who’s to say that this ally couldn’t have come from the past? You do a lot of grinding in the game, and there’s a lot of exposition, and that gave me time to think about what what Luffa had been doing right before she got to this place. And slowly, I started to iron out what I wanted to write.

Her costume was just a convenience, really. I went with short hair because the long hair doesn’t “float” when you go Super Saiyan in the game. I wanted some sort of old-school looking armor, but everything in the game was based on costumes from the show, and the “Saiyan” armor in DBZ was Frieza’s thing. It wouldn’t have existed a thousand years earlier. I might have gone for something like Cabba’s outfit in Dragon Ball Super, but that wouldn’t be available until a few years later. So that left me with a choice between a baggy martial arts dogi or the skin tight Pilot Suit. The Pilot Suit is kind of... distracting, since it’s just a skin, and the developers make you stare at the character’s ass the whole time. On the other hand, a baggy dogi kind of made her look like Cell Games Gohan. So I went with baggy pants and fitted shirts.

The black and yellow color scheme was mostly so I wouldn’t confuse my character from the others appearing on the screen during fights. That ruled out purple, orange, and blue, since the Z-Fighters wear those. I resisted yellow, because that’s my favorite color, but later I realized black and yellow is perfect, because that’s the color scheme of the giant ape in Vegeta’s flashback.

Playing the game helped motivate me to actually sit down and write the story, because I finally had a fleshed out character that I could see and do things with. And making her fight DBZ characters got me to consider how she would react to those concepts. Would she respect Vegeta’s royal bloodline, or would she be unimpressed like Goku? How would she feel about Frieza’s destruction of their home planet? Would she even recognize it as her home planet? How does she feel about the fact that no one remembers anything about her?

My goal for the first 141 chapters was to build a world and a backstory that would set up the answers to those questions. The villains in that part of the story are all misogynists of one stripe or another. They view women as tools to be exploited, or as enemies to be eliminated, or as distractions to be ignored. They see Luffa doing her thing and they all say “She can’t do that,” and then she does it harder.

Now that I think about it, I suppose the appeal to the character, and the thing that frustrates her so much, is that she’s just trying to be herself, but all these buttholes in the universe are outraged by it, and yet they just can’t stop her. They want her to die, or go away, or become something else, something they can accept, but she just refuses to do that, and she’s got the raw power to tell them all where they can shove it. This whole thing is my ham-fisted attempt to write a feminist allegory with Saiyans in it, and I’ll never be good enough to get it exactly right, but you know, it’s not as hard as I thought it would be. Along the way, some LBGT stuff started to get into the mix, and I thought “Well, I’m really in the deep end of the pool now.” I’m sorry if I got anything wrong, but I think I did okay. I’m not breaking any records, but I managed to avoid drowning, right?

Anyway, that’s why the Saiyans hate her guts, because all the Saiyans in DBZ resented Goku as being weak and worthless. Even when Goku surpassed Vegeta, Vegeta still thought he lacked the killer instinct to be a “““true”“““ Super Saiyan. Luffa’s got plenty of killer instinct, but the Saiyans hate her out of jealousy and fear. Vegeta accused Trunks of lying about being a Saiyan, because his hair wasn’t the right color. I wanted to make a whole population of Saiyans who would quibble over those kinds of details. “The stone the builders have rejected has become the capstone.”

This is also why I made the Saiyan King the main villain, because I wanted to echo Goku’s conflict with Vegeta, and King Vegeta’s conflict with Paragus and Broly. If there’s a Super Saiyan every thousand years, then what happens to the second strongest Saiyan whenever that day comes? Does he stand aside like John the Baptist, or does he refuse to accept the changing times?

The purpose of all of this was to explain why Vegeta remembers the legend of the Super Saiyan, but nothing about the person. Why doesn’t he know Luffa’s name, or what color her pants were? Because his ancestors hated her, and suppressed the parts of her story that they didn’t like. Even as Vegeta recalls what little he knows, he thinks “I never actually believed it.”

Okay, but Luffa had friends, right? Wouldn’t they have left a record for future generations? Well maybe, but how long would it take to fade into obscurity? And Luffa’s kind of a private person. Everyone in her inner circle avoided the spotlight. There’s a move about her, but it’s filled with wild inaccuracies. Eyewitnesses to her battles can only describe a glowing blur. Close-up footage just shows an irritable Saiyan woman with a strange dyejob. Most civilians find regular Saiyans to be pretty extraordinary as they are. A Super Saiyan doesn’t seem that much more impressive.

What you wind up with is this legacy of battles that were fought and won by a single, mighty warrior, but no one can agree on what that warrior was exactly. At some point, enough time passes where the Saiyans are willing to reclaim the legend. “Yeah, that guy had to be a Saiyan. Who else could do all those things?” But the things she stood for and learned along the way, that’s all lost.

I just didn’t think it’d take me 647,471 words to explain all of that. But now I can finally write the part with all the popular characters in it. Right now, my big problem is that I have to slap together a few more OC’s and I need to figure out just what the hell Towa’s deal is. The Dragon Ball Wiki attempts to explain whatever happens in those Dragon Ball Heroes games, but it doesn’t seem like they wrote any of it to fit a coherent narrative. I’d like to use as much official Demon Realm lore as possible, if only because that’s what Towa and Demigra’s fans would be familiar with, but I’m not sure how this is going to look. I mean, they’re gonna get an ass-whoopin’, I know that part, but I’d like to flesh out their characters before the beating starts.

Anyway, I got my work cut out for me. But at least the soundtrack will be epic.

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#luffastuff #get lost orange crayons #yellow is so much better than orange #like #i know colors can't fight #but if they could #*if they could*#i'm pretty sure yellow could kick the shit out of orange #like if a lady wearing yellow fought a dude in orange he'd probably get wrecked #i think you see where i'm going with this train of thought #yajirobe and gt bulma are in deep trouble #wait

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schuphy-kopza-mind-vex-blog · 5 years ago

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Please Read This Before Viewing My Blog

PLEASE READ THE DISCLAIMERS

These are VERY important and essential for ANYONE reading this blog to understand. Make sure you're aware of the following:

I DO NOT have any form of Dissociative Disorder or mental health disorder of any kind.

I have never experienced or been diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder, Otherwise Specified Dissociative Disorder, or any other Disorder, nor have I experienced the challenges and hardships that come with having DID. My friends do experience DID, it is a serious mental health disorder that I will never know firsthand. The characters on this blog are not Alters. Please educate yourself on Dissociative Disorders and DO NOT view my blog as a representation of DID/OSDD.

I DO NOT endorse homophobia or hate of any kind. However homophobia IS likely to be mentioned. Please be aware of potential triggers in tags.

Although I despise homophobia, bigotry or hate crime of any kind, the characters in my imagined world all fall under the LGBTQ umbrella, as do I, and have come into contact with bigotry many times, fighting the conflict that comes with meeting disrespectful homophobic c*nts. The point of this blog is to have a place to understand my imagined world. Please be aware that I'm strongly Anti-Homophobia, but on this blog homophobia may be discussed. HOMOPHOBES DNI.

I DO NOT experience any form of Maladaptive Daydreaming, Immersive Daydreaming or Fantasy Prone Personality.

As stated above, I've never experienced Dissociation. I've not been diagnosed with Maladaptive Daydreaming Disorder, I do not consider myself A Madder and I'm not trying to barge in and be part of the Tumblr paracosm community. MADD is a serious disorder, and although I do have an "imagined world" It's not entirely original and I've never dissociated for hours. Please educate yourself on Maladaptive Daydreaming and DO NOT view my blog as a representation of MADD.

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All the fictional/fandom characters within my imagined world have had their names changed from canon. Firstly because I don't want my imagined world to get unwanted attention from fandoms, but more importantly, two characters are based on Real-Life Icons who mean a lot to me, Any hyped rumours tying them to this could really hurt them. Please DO NOT Ever speculate about character identities. If you think you know, don't start drama about it. Details WILL be kept sparse.

I an NOT Fictionkin, I do NOT practice Tulpamancy, and I am not writing fanfiction or a story.

I'm not Fictionkin because I don't identify as these characters. They aren't Tulpas because they aren't "sentient" like me. We rarely interact. They exist in my imagined world, but it's not a narrative or "OCs" that I'm consciously creating. These are idle thoughts. Also, it's a mental exercise, no dire mental health struggle. I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable by claiming to be a part of any community. Please know this blog is to help me understand my brain. I'm not here to copy/invalidate the experiences of any one specific group or subculture.

I WILL be willing to block people to make sure that my blog remains a Safe Space for vulnerable people.

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cinlat · 6 years ago

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OC Questions: 2- Would they be a class specific character? (ie. Imperial Agent only. Republic character only)3- When would you recruit them? Vanilla story? an Expac? Post KOTET? 16- What’s their idle chatter like? Do they talk a lot (when you arrive on each planet) or do they suddenly say something in some strange places?, all for Fynta, whomphst I love?

Woot! Thanks. I love knowing that others find Fynta as entertaining as I do.

OC Questions can be found >HERE

2- Would they be a class specific character? (ie. Imperial Agent only. Republic character only) If Fynta was an NPC, she’d be one of the idiots that Jaxo drags into the Girl’s Night Out quest for the Trooper. Probably singing loudly with that drunken naval officer.

3- When would you recruit them? Vanilla story? an Expac? Post KOTET? She’d pop in and out of the Trooper’s life until Shadow of Revan, and still inexplicably run into Mandalorian relatives on Rishi. There would be a lot of speculation about her friendship with Theron, and possibly a pool going about whether they were lovers or bitter enemies. After that, the Trooper wouldn’t be able to get rid of her.

16- What’s their idle chatter like? Do they talk a lot (when you arrive on each planet) or do they suddenly say something in some strange places? Upon arriving at a planet, Fynta would most likely ask about the local food. Then comment on all the security issues she sees upon entering a building. During a battle...well, it would most likely be swearing in mostly Mando’a, with a couple of other languages interspersed. Alderaan would be “Bet I can scale that mountain faster than you” to which a disembodied Cormac voice would be obliged to respond “You’re on.”

#cinlat answers #thanks for the ask!#fynta wolfe #disaster npc

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Ozzy or Drell?

Obvs I got one for Drell SO:

Full Name: Osmanthus Quince, Sword of Storms

Gender andSexuality: Male;probably bisexual

Pronouns: He/him

Ethnicity/Species: Homo Anubii (Shortened to‘Anubii’ in 99% of situations), a race of technically-undead beings whosegenesis is attributed to Worldmarrow, pure unfiltered magic in liquid form.Worldmarrow makes up the core of the planet and frequently wells up in largeamounts to the crust, magically altering things at random. One of the productsof this phenomenon are the Anubii, who owe their existence to the abandonedorganic material of the sapient races of The Road. There are two varieties:Whole and Imperfect. Imperfect Anubii are covered in Sal’s post here, inregards to Domino the Dominator, but Whole Anubii are, ehhh, a little harder toexplain. They don’t quite resemble any of the races that currently inhabit TheRoad… but the various skin colors they appear in are vaguely reminiscent ofthe mysterious Liches that inhabit the massive millennia-old necropolisesbeneath the surface of the continent. This is a painfully obvious connectionbut nobody has actually officially put it together for a variety of reasons, somost people consider it to be one of the grand mysteries of the Road’s society.

Specifically,although nobody now alive has the words for it, Ozzy would be half-Gariagaxianand half-Bogribolan, as evidenced by his pale hair and sort of indistinctlygrayish skin that you could construe as faintly yellow-tinted or faintlyblue-tinted; in addition, Ozzy was born a little extra special – he is what’sknown as a ‘Lesser Lich’, a type of Anubii identifiable by their incrediblemagical potential… and the subsequent mental instability that accompaniessuch power. If a Lesser Lich is put under too much stress, they have a chanceto breach a power threshold and ‘emerge’ into a Greater Lich; Ozzy,specifically, is a Supremator, a subtype of Lich with an extraordinary controlover an elemental force (in Ozzy’s rather exceptional case four of them –Lightning, Water, Wind, and Ice, giving him the title of ‘Storm Supremator’).

Birthplaceand Birthdate:Actually, Ozzy doesn’t come from the Road’s prime timeline, or ‘Primeline’. Theversion of The Road that he hails from is one we affectionately refer to as the‘Mindrunner’ timeline, where the powerfully Psionic hivemind species known asthe Uluth were able to survive their… rocky exodus through the Unknown, fromtheir dying homeworld to the Road. As a result, the trajectory of thedevelopment of both the continent and the society was drastically altered.Notably, the Psionic energy that saturates the atmosphere due to the abundanceof Uluth Overminds across the continent places an inordinate pressure on theminds of Anubii, resulting in an incredibly high incidence rate of Anubiiexplosively developing into Liches. Because nobody really knew what to do withthem, and the understanding of mental health in this world remains somewhatabysmal, facilities were created where Liches could be sent to keep them calmand/or sedated, and in a lot of cases kept in stasis until a long-term solutioncould be divined.

This meansthat the culture into which Ozzy was born views and treats him as a second orsometimes even third-class citizen, where Anubii that are too powerful or areat risk of turning into Liches are taken away to any of several installationsof ‘The Facility’ and the governing bodies use the populace’s fear and lack ofunderstanding to pass laws that blatantly infringe on Anubii’s civil rights.Ozzy was born in 2002 (Mindrunner is set in 2025), in the ever-cloudy southerncoast of the Tidelands. He was born in the suburbs of The Well, MetropolitanZone Prill-003, named for the local Uluth Overmind. Ozzy is a second-generationWhole Anubii and is an orphan, adopted by two human parents, so his exactbirthday is sort of nebulous. Best guess, he was born during the hot rains ofSummer.

GuiltyPleasures: Ozzyis a really shy guy with very little self esteem and a lot of internalizedissues, so he feels guilty about enjoying himself doing just about everything.He’s grown out of most of it, but highlights include: long showers or baths,colorful clothing, expensive tools, taking apart expensive or sophisticatedmachinery (especially if it doesn’t belong to him), and other stuff that hefeels like makes him ‘impose’ on the world around him too much. A big one,though: using his powers just for his own enjoyment.

Phobias: Not only is Ozzy very shy, he is also a peerlesslyanxious guy. He’s got a LOT of phobias. It would be faster to name the stuffhe’s not afraid of – he’s kind of a coward – but there are a couple ReallyReally Big Ones: he is easily triggered by needles, medical equipment(especially especially ESPECIALLY anything that goes on his head), and mentalinstitutions. He is terrified by the prospect of losing control, hates to beseen/looked at/placed in a position of authority, and is horribly averse to thespotlight. After all, he spent most of his life trying to hide his true natureto avoid getting crammed in a stasis pod for the rest of his natural-bornexistence. He also doesn’t really like to be touched, especially by people hedoesn’t know, and is also rather averse to enclosed spaces and restraints.

What TheyWould Be Famous For:If it weren’t for the whole mess Ozzy has become embroiled in, he wouldprobably be famous for his engineering prowess. Ozzy is a genius-levelintellect, and is a talented machinist in his own right – he was able to get ascholarship to work a janitorial job at a college where he was working towardsseveral different tech-based degrees. He created a technology for prosthesisthat utilizes the Uluth’s Psionic-sensitive material known as ‘Mindstone’ as acore and a tough but lightweight and magically reactive plasteel compound,allowing the prosthetic to be linked directly to the user’s mind and react notonly to their mental commands but also to their expectations; if the userexpects to feel touch sensation, they will. If the user expects the plasteel tofeel and behave like flesh, it will (to an extent). It’s really a miracle ofmodern engineering. If his life had panned out differently, he would’veprobably been taught about in medical textbooks for decades on decades.

Also in a wayOzzy is famous, both in the primeline by way of the Wild Hunt and in theMindrunner timeline due to his… legal status. As an inescapable part of hisfights being televised to the Threnghelleon viewing public, Ozzy has been puton blast in a way; he seemed like a huge wimp to everyone (including members ofthe ‘home team’, so to speak) until he literally could not hold back his powerany longer and kicked the ever-living shit out of notorious Wild Hunt bruiserEthem-Cailo in his very first fight. That very first victory was seen as a HUGEupset, and it’s gotten him a ‘following’ amongst the Threnghel populace. Thisis not necessarily a good thing.

What TheyWould Get Arrested For: Existing, actually. When faced with the choice of submitting to a newordinance requiring all Anubii with ‘At Risk’ or higher status (denoting therisk factor for an individual to become a Lich) to be ‘chipped’ with atransmitter and status indicator, or probably just being straight-up taken awayto The Facility, he had a mental breakdown and revealed that he was a Lich (afact he’d been hiding for years). So he went on the run! Canonically, Osmanthuswould probably be arrested for defying Overmind ordinances, failing to reporthimself as a Lich, resisting arrest, defying basically all Emergence protocols,resisting and evading Pure Fold detainment squads, assaulting a police officer,assaulting a Pure Fold agent, associating with known governmental dissidents,conspiracy to commit a felony, conspiracy to incite a riot… uh, et cetera.

OC You ShipThem With: He hasa girlfriend! Her name is Rosemary, they’ve been best friends since highschool, and she is definitely the one who has the spine in their relationship.When Ozzy went on the run, Rosie basically dropped everything and went on therun with him. Otherwise, when it comes to idle speculation, I think Ozzy hasgood chemistry with Fee; he literally took a plasma bolt to the gummy-works forher before he even knew her, which has endeared him to her somewhat.

OC MostLikely To Murder Them: Ethem-Cailo, now Jovix-Cailo, has faced not one but two ‘humiliating’defeats at Ozzy’s hand now. After the first, Ozzy stole the legendary hammerMjolnir (not the version everybody is familiar with, but with a similarWorthiness parameter), which Ethem-Cailo himself had won by beating the hellout of the Aesir. He wants his hammer back, and is filled with hatred for the‘lowly’ mortal that stole it from him. In fact, Jovix-Cailo is going to havehis shot – the two of them are due for a reckoning, and there’s a significantchance that Ozzy might wind up dying in their final conflict. One of them isgonna have to.

FavoriteMovie/Book Genre:Sci-Fi, no question. Since he comes from a near-future and slightly dystopiantimeline, you’d think it holds no mystery for him. But it’s even more wild,speculative, and diluted there, so it’s still pretty nuts. This goeshand-in-hand with horror stuff, too (the more sci-fi, fantasy, or high-conceptthe better). He also enjoys fantasy to a lesser extent, and is a big fan ofsuperhero comics. He’s a fairly typically nerdy guy in his tastes in media.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Ozzy has a certain appreciationfor most cliches and tropes, because he’s pretty good at analyzing media. Evenif he doesn’t necessarily enjoy a cliche, he’s able to appreciate the way itslots into a narrative. However, he is easily annoyed by Idiot Plots andanything that arises from people behaving ‘out of character’, which he feels isa sign that they had to force something to fit where it didn’t. He hates the‘We’re five feet from the exit but OH NO I TRIPPED!’ Trope, and glaring gaps inthe logic of the media in general – stuff that isn’t consistent with the rulespresented by the media in question.

Talentsand/or Powers: Asmentioned above, Ozzy is a genius-level intellect and is fond of tinkering;he’s dexterous and knowledgeable in the art of crafting machinery. He’stalented enough in the art of engineering to innovate functional prosthetics,and has a broad umbrella of technical know-how. He’s clever, quick on his feet,and isn’t a terrible tactician when he’s given a comfortable breadth to plan.He’s also crazy good at fighting games. Don’t challenge him to Street Fighterunless you want to know what it’s like to feel hatred for pixelated green menbecause you KNOW he mains Blanka.

What? You’resaying I’m forgetting something? I dunno. Oh, the lightning thing? Haha yeah,right, right.

Ozzy is aBLISTERINGLY powerful magus with an affinity for elemental magic –specifically, elements associated with the storm: Lightning, Wind, Water, andIce. He is so latently powerful that his mere presence can influence theoverhead weather if he’s not keeping a tight grip on his own magical aura.Once, Ozzy channeled enough lightning to power an entire town for about an hour(he did the math in-universe). Since then he’s actually gotten more powerful,to the point that the upper limit of the amount of electricity he can generateis unknown. The cost of all that power is that his body literally cannot handleit, hence why he has prosthetic arms now. In terms of gameplay mechanics, Ozzycan theoretically deal about 600 damage in a single turn with the proper confluenceof events. It costs him a significant amount of HP and CON, so it’s notsomething that can be used flippantly, but it’s a considerable boss-burner ifthe situation calls for it.

Recently, Ozzywas blinded in his one remaining fully-functional eye by a bad turn in a gameof divine chance by Al Fortuna, August En-Zaiid’s patron deity. However, notlong afterwards, Ozzy’s senses of Touch and Hearing were elevated to superhumanlevels by the whims of the very same game; currently he hasn’t had the opportunityto replace his eye with a prosthetic but he does have the ability to mapobjects around him in space based on electromagnetic fields and bioelectricity,and that with his super-hearing gives him a fairly precise image of the world.He just can’t read or watch TV or do anything too precise.

Why SomeoneMight Love Them:Osmanthus is a sweet guy with a big heart and a lot of empathy. He’s a verygood listener and has a very clever sense of humor. He’s smart and is willingto share his knowledge very liberally, but he shares inclusively and doesn’texplain so much as inform (narrow though the distinction may be). When he’scalm, he’s very methodical and cunning, and he gives pretty decent advice. Hehas no problem sharing the spotlight (prefers to stay out of it, in fact) andis very good about giving credit where credit is due – doesn’t hold grudges,nonexistent temper, doesn’t take stuff personally, and is quick with acorrection or a fact-check when needed. Some people enjoy a partner they canhelp or ‘fix’, so to speak, and Ozzy does have a lot of issues.

Why SomeoneMight Hate Them:As I’ve mentioned, Ozzy is a bit of a coward. His self-esteem is absolutelyabysmal and he is devastatingly non-confrontational to the point that he won’tstand up for himself at all unless absolutely forced to. He can seem a littlesniveling, especially since he has a pretty bad stutter that gets worse whenhe’s stressed. On top of that he is kind of hard to deal with at times; it’snot always easy for people to handle their own issues, let alone somebodyelse’s – and Ozzy has a lot of issues. When it’s at its worst, he’s incoherentand completely non-functional for the whole day; at it’s best, though, he stillhas trouble speaking coherently, has problems with dissociating and sometimeshearing things, and stuff like that. When he’s feeling talkative it’s hard toredirect his focus when he’s on a roll, which can interfere with his ability tolisten to other people and participate in group conversations, and if someone snapsat him too sharply he’ll just clam up and stop talking altogether. So,sometimes interacting with him can be tiresome.

How TheyChange: Ozzy haschanged A Lot since I first introduced him to the game in Mindrunner;originally he was a very lonely and honestly quite pathetic guy, with a lot ofproblems he’d completely given up on trying to solve, slogging through day today life and hiding his ‘At-Risk’ status. When Mindrunner started he wasactually suicidal, and had already failed two attempts due to his Lichabilities; although it was partially against his will, being swept up in theevents of that story gave him a will to live and the discipline to actually dosomething about his mental health and the state of the world at large. He hasdeveloped an incredibly fine control over his powers (which continue to grow astime goes on), met a bunch of new people, and has gotten in REALLY good shape,all in the span of half a year after spending most of his time as a skinny-fatjanitor at a second-choice college. Ozzy is working on his self-esteem, whichis coming along slowly but surely; after taking Mjolnir from Ethem-Cailo he hasdeveloped a reliance on the hammer as a sort of crutch for his self-esteem – ifthe fabled mythological hammer of the Aesir deems him ‘worthy’, he probably is,right? It’s a good first step, but the events of his next campaign willprobably involve confronting that crutch. He’s not a hero yet, per se, but he’sgetting there.

It’s not allpositive, unfortunately; since Ozzy started to grow exponentially more powerfulafter his ‘emergence’ into a full Lich Supremator, Ozzy has also begun tosuffer from adrenaline-influenced mood swings and the occasional bout of mania.As is the case with many Liches throughout the history of both Mindrunner andthe Prime Timeline, Ozzy has developed a trigger-response to life-or-deathstressors in which he undergoes a mental status shift and gets much moresevere, violent, and manic that he refers to as The Lich Shift. An unstable butmostly manageable issue that only really rears its ugly head when Ozzy isconfronted with significant danger. The problem is, Ozzy is currently under theweight of several long-term mental stressors: Everybody keeps telling him thathe’s going to have to kill Jovix-Cailo, and although he knows that’s the rightthing to do, he’s never killed anyone before – and he’s going to have to killagain, in the civil war that is all but waiting for him back on his home plane.The burden of responsibility in these situations has begun to warp the ‘LichShift’ defense mechanism into something more distinct and disparate.

Why YouLove Them: Ozzywas originally made because I wanted to turn my Destiny OC Euclid into atabletop character, but he almost instantly became a unique character that wasthe star of a surprisingly in-depth and exciting one-off game. Both Sal (TheDM) and I decided pretty instantly that we wanted to do more with him. I thinkhe’s a fairly nuanced, complicated character for what he is; I feel likecharacters with his type and severity of problems don’t often get to strugglefor their own benefit (as opposed to the audience’s schadenfreude), and despiteevery setback he’s still kicking and still making progress, which I think isvery relatable and very important. He’s got a lot of handicaps and regrets andphobias but he fights anyway. He’s the underdog, he’s grown up taking shit forbeing born, his own powers threaten to kill him, but he fights anyway. Peoplehave unrealistic expectations for him. His life has been completely ruined andflipped upside-down by the choices he’s been forced to make. His reward is along, uphill slog with few immediate gratifications. He Fights Anyway.Characters in his position I feel like get shoehorned to side-character, orkilled off, or turn into the bad guy, or all of the above, but Ozzy is theprotagonist and that gives him a really interesting breadth of emotion andchange. And also, he’s cute.

#Osmanthus Quince

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Steve Rogers x Black!Supernatural OC Summary: Steve wants Nyma(Ny-ee-mah) to be everything for him. But she just doesn’t have it in her. Based on the song “Idle Worship” by Paramore Warnings: Maybe a bit of angst, cursing, Witchcraft. Too much detail? A/N: Okay, so first things first, Paramore is my fucking shit. I’m so glad that @avengersandlovers put this song on her list for the Writing Challenge because this is my favorite song on the album besides Rose Colored Boy. Sorry if this is a bit long.

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As a witch, there was a method that Nyma followed so that her energy could be aligned, and her physical form could be protected from spiritual forces. She would wake up at 3 am witching hour, cleanse her room, eat, then go to her rooftop garden that Tony had constructed for her, tended to her plants, meditated for a few minutes, practiced her magic and went on with her day. By the time she was done, It was 6 am.

She had woken up at her usual time, put her curly dark hair up with a clip, and went to the kitchen after cleansing her room when she noticed that the light there was already on. Her brows furrowed as she was the only person besides Wanda that would be awake at this time, but she was on a month long mission with Pietro, Clint, and Natasha. Her confusion furthered as she discovered that Steve Rogers himself was at the kitchen island, drawing in his sketch book.

“Steven? You’re up at an odd hour.” Her voice seemed to have startled him as his hand jerked over the paper he was sketching on. She let out a small laugh as he closed his sketchbook and quirked his brow at her.

“This is an odd hour for you?” His smile didn’t reach his eyes and Nyma didn’t miss how lethargic he looked. The dark circles and puffiness under his eyes were evident and Nyma suddenly felt a sense of worry for the Captain’s well being.

“No, But it is for you” Nyma opened the refrigerator and looked over the contents to decide what she was going to eat. She ultimately decided on cereal and pulled out her milk, closing the fridge.

“Nightmares,” Steve mumbled as he ran a hand over his face, letting out a deep sigh.

Nyma froze as she was reaching for a bowl in the cupboards. She’s not used to people opening up to her, she didn’t even open up to people so the pang that she felt in her chest. Sure she cared about people and looked after them, but she liked seeing the positive sides of people. She hated anything related to darkness, it fucked with her energy. She liked the color blue and yellow and sunshine because it was bright and positive. The only dark color she liked was gray, but as she looked over Steve and read his aura, all she saw was black surrounding him. She had to do something to help because not only would it affect her, but Steve in the long run. Nyma grabbed another bowl for Steve and placed it in front of him. She sat next to him with her bowl and poured both of them cereal and milk, and then plopped a spoon in each of their bowls.

“Eat. You need your energy for what we’re about to do.” Nyma instructed him as she began to eat. Steve was reluctant but gave in the bowl in front of him.

“What are we doing?” He asked with a mouthful of cereal. Nyma cringed and took her hand to gently push Steve’s head to face away from her.

“You’re already up so you’re going to assist me in my morning activities. I could actually use the help today. Tony accidentally overwatered the succulents yesterday morning when I was away for that overnight mission and I need to drain them.” Nyma explained as she slowly ate her cereal. She liked taking her time with things, believing that everything should be savored and appreciated in a world that moves so fast. Steve seemed to have caught onto this because he slowed down on his food as well.

When they had finished, Nyma lead him to the staircase that went up to the rooftop garden. She stopped to put in a code on the pin pad provided on the door at the top of the staircase and Steve wondered why he had never been up here when she opened the door to reveal the beauty of it all. His sight became ambushed with vivid colors of the most beautiful flowers he had ever seen. Some were in boxes on the floor, others were strung upon a wooden gazebo above them that almost stretched out to the edge of the roof. On both sides of the gazebo, dozens of tall wooden boxes were littered with more flowers, succulents and what looked liked to be herbs.

Some were fully bloomed, others were still growing. Even where the roof ended, Nyma had placed smaller wooden boxes along the wall that contained Venus Fly Traps. He followed her as she approached them and examined them to see if any bugs had been caught by them and stroked the ones that were closed with her pinky.

“No rarely comes up here with or without me. Only Wanda because she meditates up here and Tony because he built this whole thing for me and every blue moon Bucky when he needs chamomile so he can make sleep tea.” She said softly as she picked up a small watering can under the boxes and did a once over sprinkle of water to the roots of the fly traps.

“Bucky comes up here? He’s never told-”

“He told me not to tell anyone so don’t let him know that you know, okay?” She placed the watering can to its original place and blew a tight curl that fell from her clip, out of her face. Steve couldn’t help but feel a little warm on the inside at that. He had always thought of Nyma as a beautiful person. He was skeptical of her at first due to the intensity of her powers but with them, he began to fall for her. He admired her for staying so seemingly calm 24/7, she rarely seemed stressed or tired and Steve sometimes wished he had that trait as well.

“Okay, now what did you need help with?” Steve asked as he finally snapped out of the trance he was in from the beauty of the garden. He understood why Bucky or anyone would come up here, it had a soothing feel to it. And as he looked at the sunset rising, Steve realized that he had never felt so at peace in his life.

Nyma examined her herbs and plucked small weeds from them and pointed to the other side of the garden. “The succulents. The boxes are doubled so the excess water wouldn’t sit in the roots too much but since Tony watered them, their roots are drowning. Just lift up the top box and just pour the water in the bottom into the drainage pipe on the edge of the roof there.” “And what makes you think that I can do all that?” Steve lightly teased as he stood over the succulents. Most of them were green, others were colors of muted pink and purple. Nyma picked up a watering can and began to water whatever was on that side of the garden. “You have super strength don’t ya? You can lift it much easier than I can, even if I do have telekinesis.”

After Steve had drained the succulents and helped Nyma with pulling weeds and watering plants, she had led him to a nice looking shed at the far corner of the rooftop and stepped inside. Steve followed her inside and looked around in awe. The wall to the right was decorated with dozens of shelves where her crystals rested on. The left wall had shelves containing jars filled with different substances, Steve read a label that said Snakeskin and cringed a little. A couple of bean bag chairs in the corner with a shelf that fits in the corner with a multi colored candle and jars of incense, and finally on the wall ahead of him, sat a desk with different items like sage and different colored candles.

Nyma grabbed a few jars off the many shelves and placed them on the desk, then did the same with some smaller jars on the crystal wall. Steve looked over her shoulder as she lit a purple candle and began to mix small amounts from each jar into what Steve knew was a pestle and mortar. She then dumped the contents into a tall tiny cork bottle, stopped it and sealed it with the purple candle. Without looking at him, she handled the bottle to Steve over her shoulder. He took the bottle and rotated it between his fingers as he speculated what the contents were.

“Put this under your pillow. It’ll help you sleep better” She explained as she began to clean up her desk. Steve pocketed the bottle and watched Nyma move around as she hummed a song he didn’t recognize. As the sun peaked through the window in the shed, Steve couldn’t help but let his eyes sweep over her body.The sun shone on her medium-deep skin and gave her a natural highlight along the side of her face. He watched as her thin fingers wrapped around each jar and placed them back on their respective shelf, standing on her tippy toes and smiled softly as her curls bounced when she set back down on her feet. When she finished, She invited Steve to meditate with her on the bean bags as she lit an incense from the jar labeled Sandalwood.

“Just keep taking deep breaths and relax,” Nyma instructed as she crossed her legs and closed her eyes. Steve copied her actions and meditated with her for what felt like an hour. Steve helped her clean up and walked in silence with her back to her room. Nyma wished him good luck with the sleep bottle and opened the door to her room when Steve stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm. She looked at him weirdly and closed her door as Steve tried to conjure up the courage.

“Steven? What’s w-”

Steve had pulled her in and kissed her full on the lips. His arm slid around her to hold her by her waist and the other to hold her by the nape of her neck where her curls tickled the back of his hand. It took her a few seconds but she finally kissed him back and wrap her arms around him. Steve felt the same warm feeling he had earlier spread throughout his whole body. Nyma was the first to pull back and looked at him with those big brown eyes with panted breath.

“Huh?” “I need you, Nyma,” Steve confessed. His heart palpitated as he awaited her answer. “What do you mean that you need me?” She asked with a scrunched brow. “You’ve made me feel something I haven’t felt in a long time. I need you to help me keep this feeling.” He looked at her with pleading eyes as her face scrunched up further with confusion and a hint of anger. She pulled away from Steve’s body and shook her head.

“I can’t do that for you, Steve. You can’t just ask something like that from me.”

“Then why did you give me that bottle? Why did you have me meditate with you? Why did you kiss me back?” Steve began to rant as he couldn’t understand why she was reacting this way.

“Steve. I like you, I do. But I can’t save you. I can’t be a hero for you in that way. I helped you because you’re my friend and I don’t like seeing my friends stressed out, having black auras around them!” She waved her hands around as she talked. She couldn’t understand for the life of her where this was coming from. She wouldn’t mind a regular relationship with Steve, but she couldn’t be with him if he only needed her to help him with his problems.

“Nyma..”

“I’d hate to let you down, Steve but I’m sorry. I can’t do that for you. I can help you as a friend, you can talk to me about anything but I cannot save you.” She opened her door again and made to close it when Steve’s voice cut through the silence.

“Then who will if you won’t?” He looked at her through the crack of the door with tears in his eyes. Nyma hated to break his heart like this but he needed to know the truth.

“Yourself, Steve. Only you can save yourself. I hope we can still be friends.”

Steve’s heart finally dropped as she closed the door. He went to his room and placed the bottle under his pillow like he was told and laid down with Nyma’s words ringing through his head as he drifted off to sleep.

Only you can save yourself.

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