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notspiders · 5 days

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Liminal Spaces w/ 141

A thought I made with a few friends who fleshed it out more:

Liminal spaces! But you know, 141 are the monsters :P Now, the rule is that as long as you're compliant and not trying to escape, your liminal space is going to be heaven. They'll make sure of that to ensure you don't associate anything negative to their space. Can't have that, hmm?

Each man has their own domain. :)

Price - Suburbia:

Quiet, infinite neighborhood, everything looks the same. There's people but they all seem to act exactly like you'd imagine Stock Images people would act.

You can't really talk with them either. Strange how when you approach one of them, they just disappear in a blink of an eye.

Price would prefer if you act as his loving partner :)

The fridge is always stocked! Beds are warm and cozy. The television plays anything you want.

You also get WIFI. Don't bother messaging anyone (that isn't your husband.)

You can try to 'exit' the neighborhood. There's a car even! You can drive in it. There's unlimited amount of fuel. Too bad the road never seems to end and the houses are still there...

Not to worry. You can exit out of the car and enter any one of the houses. Price is always waiting :)

Got that all out of your system, hm?

Gaz - Shopping Mall:

Shopping mall has everything and anything.

Movie theaters, designer clothes, outlets, cafeterias, anything you want- it's there! Have fun exploring :)

It's just you though. No one else is in this mall.

Gaz's voice will always guide you over the speakers, should you ever get lost.

Or, your favorite music always plays over the speakers. You can ask Gaz to skip any song or play whatever you want at any moment of time.

Arcades, cafes, even a pet shop! Gaz will be happy to join you if you wish for company :)

The doors to the exits don't budge open. Stop trying.

There's an Internet cafe and library in this mall. Anything you want to read, watch, listen- it's all there. Still can't talk with anyone... Shame.

But you have Kyle. Who else do you want?

Soap - the Woods:

The Firewatch tower in the endless, dense woods.

It's pretty cozy.

Food is always stocked in the fridge. Plenty of water too. If you want something fresh, just ask! Soap is happy to hunt for you :)

You can watch sunsets and sunrises with him. He loves it :)

No WIFI here unfortunately, but, really- say goodbye to your electronic devices and embrace nature. It's good for you.

If you want to explore the woods, always have Soap beside you. He'll guide you around. Maybe you might find a small, beautiful clearing beside a lake. It's a perfect campsite. Could go swimming, fishing, canoeing...

Don't worry. No harmful bugs or creepy crawlies you dislike.

Oh? You want to go rock-climbing? Why how convenient that there's this cliff right beside us. With harnesses and such attached to the wall! And would you look at that, it's very easy to climb.

Plenty of things to do.

Starwatching. :)

As long as you're with him, no harmful monsters are going to bother you two.

Never go alone.

Ghost - the Beach

It's... a lovely beach.

If it weren't so foggy in most days.

But that's what you have Ghost for. He's your personal heater. :)

Seriously it gets freezing at night and the small shack by the ocean isn't really keeping the cold out.

Don't you worry. Sand won't get everywhere. And it's smooth. Calm your tits, Anakin.

Some days, when the Sun is out, the sand is just the perfect warm bed for you to lay down and just... sunbathe.

You can tan with Ghost to get that impeccable bronze. Don't worry, you won't get sunburnt. Of course... could always ask Ghost to lather sunscreen on you. He'll be happy to help you with that :)

The water can vary in temperature- from freezing cold to a nice sunny warm.

You can swim and wade in it. And you can try to go deeper but isn't that strange? The depth isn't changing and you just don't seem to be leaving the shore too much.

The currents do get stronger when you keep on trying. Don't bother, you're never getting past it.

Plenty of food and water in that shack. And spare clothes, towels...

WIFI? Babe, this is the beach. You don't need it. You have Ghost.

Bonus:

Credits to @angelcqre for this line:

something about the boys all going to Gaz’s domain at random points to pick up shit they don’t have in their own domains [...]

Yes.

Yes they would. They absolutely would.

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aurelim · 8 months

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As the Ocean Lures Intro Post

As the Ocean Lures is an interactive novel about being a Merfolk. You will go on hunts, learn more about humans, and perhaps explore the land above.

As the Ocean Lures is a 16+ game with themes that may be triggering to audiences. This includes drowning, murder, death, body horror, dark humor towards death, potential transphobia, and the MC will exhibit sadistic traits with certain choices. This will be updated as the game goes on.

This game is loosely inspired by the Little Mermaid, and has taken inspiration from games like Beyond The Waves and Abysm's Veil.

CHECK OUT THE DEMO HERE!

Everyone has heard of sirens. Mysterious humanlike beasts who use their powerful singing voice to lure sailors to their untimely death. However, the only thing modern mythology mistaked was the fact that sirens retained bird-like features rather than fish tails.

You, on the other hand, are a Merfolk. As a Merfolk, you maintain most of the qualities often associated with mermaids and "sirens". With your family, you work to bring down sailors using your voice and abilities under the sea.

But do you actually want this fate? Is this what you want for the rest of your life?

It was.

At least, that was what you had always thought.

When you meet a captain who is dead set on showing you everything about the surface, you are quite literally pushed into a whole new world. And you discover that perhaps the human world...is not as bad as you were told.

But now you have a dilemma. Will you question everything you know? Or will you remain a part of the ocean?

Customize who you are as a Merfolk, from gender, pronouns, looks and personality.

Helping your family to sink ships full of sailors (or not...)

Watch a captain drown or save them from certain death.

Maintain your relationships with your family—follow what you have been told your whole life or go against everything they have taught you.

Romance one of four characters: your best merfriend, the strange siren who assists your family on their hunts, the human captain you saved(?) or that royal who seems to love spending time by the sea...or no one since being a Merfolk is already hard as it is.

Will you live out of the sea or under the sea? The choice is yours.

Kai/Kaia (He/him or She/her): The Best Merfriend

Your best...er, merfriend. You have known them your entire life and they remain a constant in your life. K has always been interested in the surface, whether you agreed with them or not. If given an opportunity—any, really—to go on land, they would jump at the chance. Friendly and caring, K is loyal to a fault, never-ending when it comes to you and your family. But is there something underlying your friendship? Guess you'll have to find out.

Echo (They/them): The Siren

Echo is...in short terms, a mystery. They first came to your family's rescue during one of the worst hunts of your life, and has stuck around ever since. Your mother treats them like her sixth child, though you are sure the sentiment is not reciprocated. Despite knowing Echo for almost eight months, you have yet to learn anything about them beyond their name and pronouns. It seems like they don't want to get attached to you or your family. They are professional, keeping away from personal questions. Will you be able to break down their walls?

Louis/Eloise (He/him or She/her): The Royal

You don't know much about them, besides knowing they are the heir to the throne of Oceanic. They can sometimes be found standing by the ocean on their private beach, eyes closed as if they are in another world. They address the world with such maturity, garnering them fans across the kingdom. And it certainly helps that they are attractive. Many look forward to the day they take the throne from their father.

Anthony/Anne Maddox (He/him or She/her): The Captain

The captain who you (or someone else) saved from certain death. They once claimed mermaids existed, which brought a reputation that preceded them. To prove it, they recruited a group of sailors to join them. The day they sailed out was the day you found them, the only survivor. A has a knack for getting into trouble, as well as a sense for adventure. Now knowing you exist, they want to show you the human world. Will you let them?

#As the Ocean Lures #atol #if: intro #status: wip #status: demo #twine game #interactive fiction #if #twine if #interactive novel #merfolk #16+#romance #fantasy

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atarathegreat · 10 days

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BAKUGO NOW

Did you say: fantasy AU Bakugo smutt?

Dragon Prince Bakugo.

Bakugo wasn't opposed to an arranged marriage, per se. His mother and father were done with their exploring, and his mother was done berserking. Bakugo himself still hunted, but his mother and father were done with what they called 'young people activities'.

Besides, a marriage meant a celebration, and a celebration meant that everyone got to go wild. Drinking, sparring, dancing! It would all be so much fun for him and the others. It was like Bakugo could already smell the ale and feel the punches that he would be earning. It excited him to no end. Whoever was going to be his wife, as lucky as she was, would have to manage with him being as rowdy as he pleased. Maybe he would get lucky, too, and she would be a barbarian like him, just as rowdy.

"Bakugo, are you really going to wear that nasty pelt?" His mother, Mistuski, stood in the arch to his chambers, soon to be shared with a stranger, "You wear that dirty thing to go hunting and fishing and you want to wear it for a wedding celebration?"

Bakugo turned and glared at his mother, all while taking heavy steps toward the pile of clothes and pelts in the corner, "You want me to wear these overly fancy rags? Do I look like someone who wears green? I'm likely to be mistaken for a boar or a nightwalker!" He was wrong, of course, as he usually was, but his mother understood his anger. Her son didn't like fancy items or flashy jewelry. But his hunting pelt? Surely he had better sense than that. "Don't you want to make a dazzling first impression on your future wife?" Mitsuki smiled, holding up a nicer, cleaner pelt.

"I don't rightfully care. Our marriage is political at best, and a mothers move to get me married at worst." Bakugo plopped onto his bed.

Mitsuki was shocked. Not that he was wrong, her son was intelligent, but that he had openly said it without knowing what was leaving his lips. Sure, political was the best way to call it, bringing barbarians and the clerics together in, at least, a shaky alliance. But it would also be a lie to say that her and her husband hadn't also planned it so that her son would have a wife sooner, maybe even kids if he felt like being the bare minimum for a husband. Mitsuki sighed and sat next to her son, her awfully thick-headed son, "Can you just do as I ask you? Just this once, let this go smoothly?" She hated to beg her son to be clean, but she knew that there was a soft spot somewhere in him.

"If I do, will you get off my back about it?"

"I might."

To relent and let his mother have her way would bite him in the ass later, but he got up and switched the pelt out, securing a lighter wolf pelt at his hips, "Happy now?"

"Okay! Be ready by midday and don't get covered in blood, this needs to be a good impression for the girl and her family." Mitsuki clapped as she left, feeling triumphant.

Come midday, her victory was null. The poor girl's family had sent her alone. From Ethel to Kazar, the young lady had traveled in the back of a wagon with nothing but a simple dress. No jewels, no colors, not even a smile. Mitsuki watched as the girl stepped from her wagon, simple flat shoes hidden under the long fabric of her skirts. She was supposed to be a noble, but she looked like a little peasant child who begs for money.

"I thought clerics wore robes and traveled together?" Her husband, Masaru, watched the girl with pity, "She looks sad."

Her soft flat shoes were dirty and torn, like the bottom of her dress, and the rest of her was...grey. Her and her aura were dull and grey and defeated. As if she had nothing left.

"So much for that alliance, huh?" Bakugo scoffed, returning inside the castle to avoid the silent creature that would be his bride. She wasn't interesting enough to keep him around for anything, and he wouldn't subject himself to the nap she would give him. His mother, on the other hand, refused to let this be the ending or a fail. Mitsuki smiled and took the girls hands in her own, "Hello, sweetheart. How was your trip?"

"Long, Your Highness." The girl even sounded like a field mouse, how adorable, "Long and silent."

If anyone had paid attention for a fraction of a second, they would have seen that the wagon rode off as soon as her foot touched the ground. Sad. But Mitsuki was happy that the girl was in Kazar now, at least she would grow to have some semblance of a family that would travel with her. Mitsuki nodded, "Call me Mitsuki. What is your name, hun?"

"Y/n." She responded well enough, albeit timidly. Masaru suspected that Y/n was raised in one of the many families that viewed the woman as caretakers and mothers. A devastating fate when women were as strong as the men if given the chance to build muscle. There was no doubt that Bakugo would be upset by this girl not being strong or loud. "Where is your family?" He was curious, who was this girl and why was she alone?

"They sent me alone. Said that the alliance meant little to them so long as I was out of their sight." Y/n spoke without confidence, but as if she believed every word she said, "They wanted to thank you for taking this burden off their hands."

That struck Masaru in a visceral way. Her own family saw her as a burden? How awful. She was anything but, and she was cute, clearly had nice genes for a cleric.

"I wish to apologize. I... I know little. I cannot read or write; I hardly understand my own ways. I'm useless and lack the ability to bring anyone joy." It was so awful to hear the things she said about herself. Y/n was pretty, Mitsuki could already see the beautiful grandchildren she would gain from this girl and her son. Good genes and good genes bred better genes, in her mind. "But I am willing to learn, if there is anyone with the patience to deal with my stupidity. I can clean, but I've never been praised for the work." She was so upfront about what she thought was things they would turn her away for.

And this behavior persisted into the celebrations. Y/n isolating herself in the corners, in the shadows, avoiding the others who wished to get to know her and welcome her to the clan and village. It was upsetting.

Bakugo found her after a hefty search (a search of ten minutes where he wasn't actually looking but happened to glance at her a few times before finally approaching). "What's wrong? Do you not realize how grateful you should be for this?" Bakugo came on strong, he was aware of that, but who hid during their own wedding celebrations? She seemed to be brushing it all aside and acting as if this was what she deserved. "Apologies. I'm not supposed to interact with anyone." Y/n was a mumbling mess, never speaking louder than she thought she needed to. It pissed Bakugo off to no end. "Whatever. If you don't want to be down here, then go to bed. You'll bring the mood down." He returned to the sparring corner of the big room, joining in with the fights.

Y/n, with a lot of difficulty, managed to find the bedchambers where she would be sleeping. It was Bakugo's room, of course, she knew that, but now she would also occupy the space. It was a messy space, a man's space. How was she supposed to feel at home in this strange place, with strange people, and an even stranger lifestyle? She was used to the women being small, quiet, never drawing attention to themselves. The women here in Kazar, they didn't seem to care about the consequences of having the attention. Aside from that, the women were muscley and brawn. They even knew how to read.

She crawled into the windowsill and looked up at the stars. For a brief moment she foolishly thought about whether her family was missing her. It was a dumb thought, one she wiped away quickly.

Meanwhile, Bakugo was sparring and drinking, thoughts of his new bond gone as he drowned his liver in ale and whatever foods had been made. His concerns were with winning the matches he was in. Zero thoughts of the girl up in his window. When he did finally stumble his way up to his chambers, Y/n was there immediately. Her gentle hands held cold cloths to his alcohol warmed cheeks. "What the hell are you doing to me, woman?" Bakugo grabbed her wrists to keep her hands on his face. The way she stared at him, wide eyes that reminded him of a frightened doe staring at a hunter as she waited for him to make a move.

"You're too damn quiet." Bakugo moved his face closer to hers, wanting to see what type of reaction he could pull out of her. Y/n seemed like a stoic girl and Bakugo wanted to see her lose her temper, to see her make any face except that doe eyed stare. So, he kept moving closer, until his lips touched hers and he'd never felt something so soft. He would blame the ale later.

Her body was rigid, yet loose, as Bakugo held her cheeks to keep her from moving away from him. Her tongue tasted of fruits, wild berries and water from a stream. It was addicting for the man, even if he was just some drunken barbarian at the moment.

Something about her softness was drawing him in. The way she moved how he wanted her to and the careful way she touched him, like he was as fragile as she was. It was different, in a good way.

"You have a choice in this." He mumbled, unable to make himself pull his lips away from hers, "Just because I am your husband does not mean you have to do everything I wish."

And she still didn't reject him or his advances. It was almost like she leaned into them, put more pressure in her gentle touches and soft caresses. The pelt around his hips hit the wall before the floor as he tossed it, not really giving a damn about where it went as long as it was off of him. "You're cute, I'll give you that." Bakugo mumbled as he walked her backwards towards the bed, bunching the skirts of her dress in his hands, "I wonder if the rest of you is as soft as your hands..."

"I'm not worth your physical affections." Y/n fell back easily onto the bed, never pushing Bakugo away. A loud laugh exploded in his chest at her words, "You're worth it if I find you worth it. You clearly aren't smart enough to gauge that."

Soft was an understatement. Plush and soft, Bakugo couldn't keep himself from squeezing every inch of her skin. "Soft as a hawk sprite chick. You ever felt one of them?" Bakugo nuzzled against her collar bone, "I'll catch one on my next hunting trip so you can."

This girl, this woman that Bakugo has been married to, what type of life had she led? Why was she so subservient to him? She didn't even fight him as he undressed her. He was a stranger to her, and she just... let him do as he pleased. Would she even make noise if he didn't ask her to?

Bakugo bit at her neck, smiling to himself at the involuntary gasp that he had pulled from her. He had caused a sound, though it was soft, to leave her without asking. "You're softer than the women here, you know that? It's nice, but I want you to talk more. Fuck, scream at anything if you want." Bakugo shuffled his pants down his legs and laughed at the way she avoided eye contact. It was apparent that she would be someone he'd have to have a small amount of control over, but that was the fun with some of these things. Bakugo leaned over her and grabbed her chin, "I want to see these pretty eyes on me."

Without a second of warning or even courtesy of being careful, Bakugo snatched her to the edge of the bed and snuggled his cock deep within her hold. She was soft, and it felt like she was trying to pull him deeper. "There you go, just keep squeezing." Bakugo pulled back a little to look at the connection he had forged, "Stretched fuckin' wide, you know that?"

She was cute when she whimpered, her unscathed hands gripping at Bakugo's rougher skin was nearly driving him absolutely crazy. This stranger, this quiet woman that Bakugo was so, so sure he would hate, had managed to make herself the center of Bakugo's, albeit drunken, world. There was nothing to stop him from leaving his teeth marks across her skin, and she looked a lot better with his markings. He had to think for a moment about how wonderful it would be to see her running to him after a hunting trip, how excited she would be to see him return was something he was hoping to see one day.

The pleasure was getting him too lost in his mind, making him think that maybe being married wasn't so bad, that maybe it wasn't just a political marriage. He didn't even see that he was hurting her, but she didn't sound like she was in pain. Blood started to stain the pelt blanket below her, causing a slight bit of concern. "Are you okay?" He didn't stop, she was too comfortable, but he also wouldn't make the mistake of thinking her body was as tough as a barbarian womans. "Stings a little, but it's okay~" Every word sounded like it was laced with euphoria. Maybe she had never felt such a thing, never had sex. Perhaps her body was as strong as a barbarian womans, she just hadn't ever used it.

"Hold on to me if you need to, I'll take care of you." Bakugo mumbled, putting more of his teeth marks across her neck.

#anime #manga #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #my hero academia #mha fantasy au #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x reader

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techs-ass · 10 months

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Shark Sundays: Epaulette Shark

Hello, hello! Welcome to my Shark Sundays post where every week I let people pick a shark that I then just kind of info dump about on Sundays. This week's shark winner is the Epaulette shark!

Now, please remain seated for the whole ride and try not to throw popcorn at the narrator, they're very sensitive.

Conservation Status: Least Concerned

This adorable little sea pup is the Epaulette shark or Hemiscyllium ocellatum! Their base body color is a creamy or slightly brownish hue and marked with widely spaced dark brown spots. The Epaulette shark gets its name from the very large, white-margined black spot behind each pectoral fin, which kinda looks like decorative military epaulettes. These little guys are one of the smaller species of sharks growing at a maximum of 27 to 35 inches long (70-90 cm) and living for around 20 to 25 years. They can be found in shallow tropical water at around the depth of 131 ft. (40 m) in the western Pacific Ocean usually near New Guinea and Australia.

The Epaulette shark feeds at low tide and is most active during dusk and dawn. They hunt for food by pushing their snout into the sand and shuffling around, once the prey is located they will thrash their body around to catch it. The way they chew their food is actually kinda cute as they'll chew it with little bits sticking out of their mouth. Speaking of prey and eating, these guys eat things that are somehow tinier than they are, mostly feeding on crustaceans, small fish, and polychaete worms. The adults will usually eat shrimp and crabs while the juveniles will mostly eat worms and fish. Though both of them use suction feeding!

Now because these little cuties are usually found in warm, shallow waters they regularly interact with humans. If you happen to see one in the water, don't panic! The most these guys might do is nip at your toes if you wiggle 'em too much but otherwise, they're completely harmless and have no recorded attacks on humans.

Fun Fact: Some Epaulettes are actually kept as pets. They thrive pretty well in smaller environments and are relatively docile besides the occasional little bite to their caretakers.

Now that we've gotten past the basics now I can tell you about the most fascinating thing about Epaulettes. Are you ready? Cause you gotta be ready for this fact. It's a really cool fact. Are you sitting down? Not drinking anything? Ok, ok here it is:

Epaulette sharks can walk on dry land for up to 98 ft. (30 m) and survive hypoxia - a deficiency of oxygen- for two. whole. hours.

Yeah, you read that correctly. The Epaulette SHARK can walk!!! on land!!! Look at this gif and tell me it's not the coolest shit you've ever seen.

Look at him go!! AHH!! *shakes you aggressively* WE ARE LITERALLY WATCHING A MARINE ANIMAL GO THROUGH THE EVOLUTION OF LEARNING TO WALK ON LAND!!! IT COULD POSSIBLY EVOLVE TO BE A FULL LAND ANIMAL WITHIN 30 TO 40 YEARS!!!!

*ahem* Now you may be asking, "But Mal, why are they walking on land?" Well, there are multiple answers to this question. The main one is that they do this to get from tide pool to tide pool allowing them to access new pools to forage for food, or tidepools with better-oxygenated water. They also use this little talent to evade predators! As y'know, other sharks and large fish can't walk on land like this absolute Chad. Scientists believe that with the effects of climate change, this ability will help them to survive drastic changes to their environments.

Speaking of survival, let's talk about the Epaulette's conservation status. Thankfully for these little guys, the IUCN Red List has them as a species under "least concern" This means that there's nothing that really poses any major risk to their species and they're relatively abundant. They do, of course, have natural predators but because it has no value as a commercial food fish and is not considered a sport fish, the Epaulette isn't really targeted by humans except for the aquarium trade. So if you're favorite shark is the Epaulette then you've got pretty much nothing to worry about as the Epaulette's are happy and thriving!

This doesn't mean that humans pose no threat to the Epaulette. Our actions still have a huge impact on their lives! From overfishing to reef destruction, and how toxic the exotic trade can be, we still have to be careful. It's important that we recognize our actions have consequences and not just on us. It's our job to spread awareness and hold each other accountable (especially big corporations who cause most of the damage.)

Aaaand this concludes this week, Shark Sundays! I do hope you enjoyed reading about this cute shark and I hope you learned something new! Thank you so much for stopping by <3 If you want to be put on the tag list for Shark Sundays (including the polls to vote for which shark you want to read about next!) then just let me know in the comments or reblogs!

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#sharks #shark facts #shark conservation #epaulette shark #shark sundays #sea puppies with very sharp teeth #marine life #marine biology #sea life #sharks are just neat little guys #science #conservation

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small-sinclair · 1 year

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@vampyrgoff, I saw you were looking for some Vincent Sinclair headcanons awhile back (I'm a simp for this man, too), so here's some to quince that thrust. Hope you like vampires...

Vampire requests are open!

Vampire!Vincent Sinclair x Reader

Tw: blood, biting, draining, killing mentioned, obsessed Vincent of you

To me, this makes since because he see him more outside at night than in the day (besides scaring the shit out of Carly). So, I like the idea of Vincent being a vampire in a different world.

ANYWAYS

He wears long sleeves when he goes outside to make sure his arms don't get burned, and he can retract his hands into his sleeves if the heat gets too much.

Because he can't go into the sun, he goes out at night for walks and for fresh air when he feels like it.

Because he can go out at night while his brothers can walk in the daylight, Vincent knows all the stars in the sky and can name every single shape.

Also, he and Lester go night fishing/hunting. Vincent is really good at night fishing! He prefers to do that when he and Lester hang out.

He's the strongest out of his brothers

Vincent's a fan of drink from his victims when they are parallelized because it makes it easy. They don't fight. No screaming or begging-- it's perfect.

If he has to drink without the parallelized shot, he's strong enough to make hold the person down to drink until the person's dead.

If the person is almost dead and Bo gives them as a leftover, he makes sure to hold the person tight and lovingly as if he's giving them a hug when he finishes them off. He can feel their pain, their death; he knows how Bo is: rough and like an animal when he feeds.

If he doesn't want to drink at the moment, he'll just drain them until they are a husk of a person.

Two of his vampire powers, because every vampire has to have vampire powers, is the ability to see his victim's memories after taking their blood and reading thoughts just by looking at a person. He looks back on the victim's memories whenever he wants to escape from reality and see what's outside of Ambrose. He always wanted to travel the state...

Then he met you.

You were exploring the House of Wax while Bo was replacing your spark plugs. You were looking at all of Vincent's creations with awe and bright eyes, but you looked the paintings the most.

He watched you as he stood still in the room, pretending to be a statue, and watched you take a chair from the "Dinning Room" and placed it in front of the painting. His eyes lingered over you as you took out a notebook and started writing something. If he came any closer, he knew you would feel him there, so he'll stay put. It's been a while since someone has looked over his work, but he hasn't seen a writer before.

Then you closed your notebook and looked at his painting, a small smile forming over your lips. You stayed still as you looked over his work. The colors just mixed perfectly that you didn't thing anything of it besides beauty and admiration. Part of you was happy that your spark plugs busted and it led you here. You love art and paintings.

"Vincent," you read aloud the name on the painting as if it was a prayer. Behind you, he gripped the inside of his sleeve. The way you said his name made his still-beating heart start again. He watched the flames get higher and higher, and it burned the inside of his blood.

He heard your heartbeat and how low it grew as you looked at the painting. He sees you pull out your phone and take a picture of his painting, so you can remember it forever. He wondered who you would show it to, who else would love his paintings just as you do. He wasn't to keep you close and never let you go, but why cage a free bird? He decided not to kill you, to let you walk away with memories of the House of Wax and his painting forever stilled in your phone. Even if you forget his name when you leave, he'll never forget you.

"Got yer car fixed," Bo's voice echoed in the house as his boots tapped over the floor. "A good fix, too! Hope ya don't mind mind but I changed your oil as well and put air in y'er tires."

Vincent wanted to tell his brother to stay back and not say anything to him. He wanted to let his brother no to acknowledge him. He wanted to soak in your beauty for a while longer, to inspire him more and more. To remember you as his muse.

But Bo didn't listen to his silent pleads as he looked right at his masked twin.

"Hello, Vincent."

You tilted your head as Bo looked right at a statue then you thought of something that both brothers didn't expect. "Oh! All the statues have names?" Then you looked right at Vincent, smiling, "Is that the statue of the person that did the painting?"

Bo fixed his hat, finally picking up on why Vincent hasn't moved. He chuckles lowly and says, "Why, yes, darlin'." He nodded at Vincent and said, "This is what he looks lik'."

You stood up from your chair and stood in front of him, arms length away. You offered a smile at him and it was the most beautiful thing Vincent has ever laid eyes on. He can't look at the sun or feel its warmth on his face, but your smile made him see every sunset and rise, every bright summer sunny say, every blue filled sky of light and stars.

I wonder if he looks as handsome as he does as a statue, you thought. Vincent's cheeks burned as he heard your thoughts of him racing more and more. I hope I can meet him.

"I love his paintings," you told Bo with a grin. You looked behind to see the painting again. "Do you think I could meet him? I would love to praise his art!" You faced them again and asked, "I love his paintings."

Bo smirks, giving you his best southern boy smile. "Wha' if I tol' you y'all already met him?"

You tilted your head as he patted the back of the statue, but froze as your eyes grew wide. You were expecting something hallow, but you heard Bo's hand patted the back of a person. of a human.

You looked between Bo and the statue, stepping back.

Vincent blinks.

You let out a yelp as you bumped into the chair and fell on your ass. You watched as the statue moved, but Vincent looked almost sad as he did. His lone blue eyes lingered over you as you watched it morph into a bright red, something so close to a blood and red roses.

"Mama tol' ya not t'play wit' y'er food, Vinny," Bo drawl, no emotion in his face. "Ya know betta than 'at."

You coward away until your back is pressed under the painting frame, and you closed your eyes and turned your head to look away. You felt Vincent kneeling in front of you as you started shaking, and he frowned slightly. You're not even going to fight him to stay alive? If you stay with him, he'll fight for you. He'll fight every day and night for you if you'd like.

He placed a hand on your knee and he watched you jump at his touch. He wanted to talk, to tell you you're safe. He wanted to let you know no harm will come. He wants you to live, y/n. Don't you see that? Don't you see he wants you to be happy in his world of art?

Bo stood behind his brother and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Well? Get after it, Vin."

Vincent shook his head as he looked up at his brother.

Bo tilted his head then a wicked grin formed. "Oh... you wanna keep 'em?"

Vincent nods as he placed his other hand on your arm. He watched you cry softly as he has you open your eyes to look at him. When your eyes met, he felt his face fall. You looked so scared of him, scared of everything around you, but you relaxed slightly when you watched his red eyes turn from red back to blue.

"Gotta name?" Bo asked you, red eyes looking over your form.

"Y/n," you answered meekly. "I'm y/n." Your eyes scanned over Vincent and you gave a gentle smile, trying to be brave. If the wanted you dead, they would've killed you by now. Vincent would've attacked you from behind and ripped your throat out, but he didn't. He watched you the whole time. "It's nice to meet you, Vincent."

You were still scared, terrified, but something inside you grew.

"Welcome t'Ambrose, y/n," Bo said, his voice sweet as honey. As he gave you a smile, you saw his fangs and how sharp they were.

But Vincent will keep you safe. Vincent will keep you safe forever. Nothing and no one will harm you.

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dreamdaddydutch · 1 year

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Javier x reader crying during an argument??

Thanks for your request - as always it's appreciated. This ended up being longer than I'd planned.

As a side note - I reference that the reader was sick with a virus a few months previous, this isn't based on any particular virus/illness, so if you think symptoms don't really add up with anything - that's why. It's just for the stories sake.

Pairing: Javier x gn!reader Word Count: 1,782 Warnings: Intensity of argument and accusations. Some swearing. Descriptions of illness.

As you stormed through the camp, you knew all eyes would be on you and that most of the others would have heard the harsh words spoken between you and Javier. But you cared little for gossip, you cared little about what they thought, they didn’t know Javier like you did and they didn’t know you.

Fuck them, you thought, I don’t care.

But lies don’t last long, not even the ones you tell yourself. They either get buried and fester until they become something ugly, something you eventually believe but never for the best. Or within moments the truth seeps through and you’re unable to deny the truth any longer. Today was one of those days.

Javier had gone to rob a stagecoach with Sean and John, he’d asked you to stay behind. Pretty much commanded it. But you were bored of being left behind and longed for adventure, longed to do your bit. Hunting was more your thing, hunting and gathering berries, herbs, whatever you could forage. Occasionally you’d see some action when it came to robberies and the little missions Dutch sent the others on but hearing the excitement in the voices of those who’d come back frequently from such excursions, made you want to do it all the more.

Additionally, you missed Javier. The two of you would go fishing together and sometimes he’d come hunting with you, but you wanted to be gun slinging by his side as it felt like it was somewhat romantic to you. It’s not that Javier didn’t think you’d be good at it or that you’d be a liability, he knew you could handle yourself, it’s just you were better with a bow, better at hunting and tracking. Better with formulating plans and the theory behind the actions.

Besides, recently you hadn’t been well. You’d caught a nasty virus in Clemens Point that left you bed bound for several weeks and even now you were still feeling the effects. You suspected this was the real reason Javier had been so adamant about you not joining them on any jobs for the foreseeable future. But Javier didn’t own you and so on this day for this particular robbery you’d decided to surprise the other three and turn up to help.

Only it hadn’t gone to plan. If anything, it had hindered the others, who had returned empty handed. It

On the way back to camp Javier had remained silent, furiously riding Boaz behind you so that he didn’t let you out of his site, while the others rode in front. You felt like you were being punished, that the other 3 had no trust in you so were escorting you back. Any time you tried to speak to Javier he said nothing, his face angry and hurt, the only words he said the entire time was, “Not now.”

That was what hurt, the fact he wouldn’t even acknowledge your presence. Did he really think that little of you now?

Back at the camp it was little better, you hitched your horses and then John and Sean departed quickly, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire between the two of you.

You could handle the silence no longer, it hung in the air cloying, suffocating, unrelenting, “I’m sorry, okay, I’m sorry I don’t know what…” Javier held his hand up to silence you, “Don’t.”

“What do you want me to say?” You begged

“Nothing!” Javier shouted back, “Nothing, there is nothing to be said okay. It is done, it’s done,” he said, his voice calming a little.

“I just wanted to be…helpful.”

Javier shook his head in disbelief, “Well, look how that turned out huh? We came back empty handed, you nearly died… Sean could have been shot. You just don’t think do you?”

“Don’t think?” You snapped, “All I do is think, you’re away so often it’s not like I can talk to you about anything. I think about you, where you are and who you’re with, especially when you don’t come back at night. Is that why you don’t like me coming with you?”

The genuine look of shook on Javier’s face at your implied accusation made you regret your words immediately. Javier was the most faithful and loyal of the lot.

You hung your head in shame, “I’m sorry Javier, that was cruel. I know you’re not…I know you’d never.”

The damage was done, “I need some time on my own.”

You looked up with tears in your eyes, but Javier had already turned away and begun walking.

All the things you wanted to say, to tell him to fuck off, to tell him to grow up, to tell him how sorry you were and how much you loved them. You opened your mouth but nothing came out, the regret just swimming in your stomach causing nausea, bile climbing your throat.

So you’d stormed through the Shady Belle camp and into the house, straight to the room you and Javier shared, slamming the door behind you.

“Trouble in paradise?” You heard Micah shout as he started laughing, “Told me you should be with me and not that…”

“Shut the fuck up or I swear to god I will ram my fist down your fucking throat you!” You paused as you saw Abigail stare at you, Jack by his side. Oh…

You turned away from the window, slamming that closed too and pulled the curtains close.

For a few minutes you stood alone, agitated and unsure of what you were supposed to do now, what he expected of you. You pulled your arms round yourself into a tight hug and tried to fight back the tears, they came anyway whether you wanted them or not. Maybe Javier was right, you should have listened and not put the others in danger, yourself in danger. It was only now you realised how close you’d come to death.

The door flung open and Javier stormed in, his presence looming over you, a shadow cast across the wall.

“Don’t Javier, if you’re here to berate me, make me feel stupid, I already feel like shit.”

“Ay, ay ay,” Javier shook his head, “Don’t you get it? I’m not mad at you over the money, I couldn’t care less. They’ll be other stagecoaches. I’m mad because you nearly got yourself killed.”

You bit your lower lip, “It wasn’t that bad…” you whispered.

Javier put his head in his hands, “Wasn’t that bad huh? If…” he stopped, clearly pained as he thought about what had happened, “You know how close you were to getting a bullet through the head?”

You shook your head, actually…you weren’t sure. “If…if…that horse hadn’t of bucked when it did you would be dead do you hear me? You would be dead.”

Dead, the word pierced through the air.

“And I,” he patted his chest, “Would be all alone and forever I would carry that guilt, what could I have done to protect you.”

“I’m not your property or some creature you can just keep Javier, it’s my life.”

He gave a mirthless laugh, clearly exhausted from the day and tired of trying to make you understand, but right now this seemed impossible.

“Mi amor, that virus that struck you down, don’t you remember?”

“Of course, I remember, how could I forget, throwing up onto the floor and having to watch the girls clean it up. Pissing myself, coughing up blood, snotty nose. What an attractive beast I must have been.” Javier let out a small chuckle, “You were still beautiful.”

He took a step closer to you, “But that isn’t what I meant. What I meant was what the doctor said afterwards, when you’d mostly recovered?”

He looked at you as he reached for your shoulder, you shook your head. You didn’t remember what he said.

“That for some time, possibly six months the illness would still have an impact. You may feel dizzy very quickly, struggle to remember things, to focus…struggle with things like taking aim, your reflexes.”

Your heart sunk as the penny dropped, shit, the doctor had said that hadn’t he? Javier wasn’t trying to keep you back at camp because he thought you were incapable or better doing camp jobs, it wasn’t that he didn’t trust you or think you’d fuck things up. He was doing it because he knew it wasn’t safe for you to be participating in anything like that right now, he knew the very real danger and how easy it would be for you to get lost, confused or fail to react quickly when reacting quickly would be the only thing to stand between life and death.

You struggled to meet his gaze for a few moments, as his words sunk in, feeling foolish and ashamed you finally faced him. A sob erupted from your lips, “Oh Javier, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…I didn’t remember. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I should have listened to you.”

Stepping forwards you sobbed into his chest making it damp with your tears as Javier held you, the palm of his hand pressed against the small of your back.

“It’s okay, shhhh mi amor. It’s done now, it’s done and you’re still here as is Sean,” Javier attempted to reassure you, though you barely heard his words through the sound of your tears and heart pounding in your chest.

He tilted your chin up gently, his thumb gently brushing over your lower lip, “I know you didn’t mean what you said. I know you didn’t mean for that to happen.”

His dark brown eyes studied you, saw how you reacted to his words, whether you trusted in him, whether you believed in him. You did, no matter how hard it was, you believed because you had to.

“I love you, there is no one else for me. You know I respect you,” Javier begun but you reached up and placed a finger to his lips, “I know, it’s me who should be apologising and not you.”

Javier shook his head, “No, we both said things we didn’t mean, I over-reacted,” he paused, “A little anyway,” his lip curled into a small smile, his hand reached for your face, fingers tracing back across your scalp.

“Just promise me you’ll listen going forward if I say no there’s a reason, okay? Please trust me.”

“I will and I do, I do trust you.” Javier placed a kiss to your lips and held you against him for a few seconds.

As he held you he made the best suggestion you’d heard in a while, “Let’s stay in here for a bit before we go out to the others huh?”

#Javier Escuella #javier escuella x reader #reader insert #requests #writing #gn! reader #arguments #swearing #cw: illness

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lazitoelgato · 5 months

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I feel like explaining OCs 'lore' (before I forget it, that would be sad)

Aureo comes from the north and had a hard time adapting to the humidity of the town where he now lives. He came with the idea of learning to be a fisherman but he didn't have much faith in himself. He adapted surprisingly quickly but still attracted a lot of attention among the townspeople for his peculiar way of speaking.

There he would meet Rosso when they were both just teens. Rosso was always good with hunting, fishing and anything that involved good motor skills. At first Rosso was very upset with having to deal with Aureo

"Cazzo, why do I have to babysit the city boy?"

But having that city boy was really interesting for him, to give orders and have another person follow them? How is it possible that the poor Rosso they all know, marginalized by the majority, was treated well by someone?

To be honest, Aureo was like that with everyone; he didn't want to be hated, much less in such a small town where word spreads fast.

But at least with Rosso he wasn't pretending, not entirely. Aureo believed he could become genuinely friends with Rosso. The months passed, they both improved their skills and became close friends. The perfect duo. Rosso became more interested in hunting and Aureo in fishing. It was perfect, they earned what was necessary to live, to eat one more day.

...

Rosso was very confident, a confidence he had probably never felt in his entire life. He had enough money to build a house. nothing impressive just a regular house... To have a safe place, to get Aureo out of the rent scam he was paying monthly.

But at this point you'll be wondering:

"Are they 🏳️‍🌈?"

Tricky question,, were they really something? Was that feeling really Romantic? "No that couldn't be! City boys are just that fem, that ... Sweet"

Besides Aureo was like that with everyone, right?

Oh poor Cazziato he was a mess no one showed him how to love. At least he was considering it, considering he might be one those lost souls doomed to love against God's will.

But what about Aureo? How was the ginger boy dealing with this? Did he even consider that? Well unfortunately for Rosso Aureo didn't even think about that, he just loved Rosso as he would love anyone else "Right? ... Right?"

Blind the one who does not want to see.

They just pretend they didn't make out that time when Aureo was feeling completely useless and Rosso genuinely didn't know how to make him feel better. They pretend they don't hold hands when no one is looking.

#BABE WAKE UP LAZ IS WRITING ABOUT OCs AGAIN #well there's a lot my brain can't write all down #and btw they found Blue cat at the very beginning but it's not that relevant #just an animal #a blue one #OCs #Rosso Cazziato #Aureo Rizzo #Blue cat #Escribir esto mientras escucho “puñalada trapera” tiene que ser de lo mas gracioso que he hecho hoy #ohhhhh que mal lo van a pasar ohhhhhh

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reyanfia · 1 year

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— oblivious — ronal x tonowari

setting: awa'atlu village, back to when these two loveys were teens. i don't know their ages, so not quite sure of the year, but for the story, we'll say that they're both the same age, 16.

pairing: ronal x tonowari !young

warnings: there's not much on this, maybe a little bit of sad. not really tho!

summary: ronal is oblivious, tonowari is frustrated.

a/n: this is my first ever tumblr fic. i've written before, but not where so many people can see it. okay maybe i lied, i write on quotev too. i got an idea to write this bc a friend mentioned how tonowari and ronal would be like as teens and it's been in my head for some time now. this is just a little headcannon thingy, so I'm not saying this was how they actually were. this may be the only part but i'm willing to write more if asked.

plot inspired by the trope: he fell first, but she fell harder.

"look at him, he must be in love."

ziranya's words temporarily stun her. still chewing the fruit in her hand, she looked towards where her mate was sitting.

his eyes dart away once her's met them, continuing to tend to the fishing nets and harvests.

swirya slightly nudged her shoulder. "are you sure about what you said? no strings attached?" the other girls stifled a laugh, ronal then rolling her eyes at her remark.

ronal went into thought after hearing her question. she was sure they both weren't into each other, even asking him about it a few months ago on the day they were to be together, to become a pair that will one day lead the metkayina people. it was mutual, they were both together for only convenience.

however, recent weeks have been revealing things, and ronal wasn't so sure anymore.

ronal glanced from her supposed lover back to the fruit in her hand, only to find it consumed entirely, and what was left was its seeds. ronal took this as an opportunity to get away, needing a break.

she stood up suddenly, scaring the other girls. "i'll be off to make yovo paste." she revealed the black seeds in her hands to further clarify herself. "with these seeds." she then stomped through the sand and up to the woven path that connected all the maruis.

however, she could still hear the girls' teasing from behind her, knowing she wasn't actually going to make any paste. yet. "oh, how diligent our tsakarem is," ax'aley called out, her high-pitched voice laced with playful sarcasm. "you'll be such a good tsahìk!" ziranya continued.

she shook her head in amusement, already entering her marui.

she tossed the yovo seeds into a bowl, hanging just by her sleeping hammock. she then laid there, catching a glimpse of her friends diving into the sea water through the small opening of the marui beside her.

ronal picked up a scripture written for ascending tsakarems, reading and memorizing different chants, prayers, and types of plants and materials often used for healing. she eventually came across the uses of the yovo tree and the significant uses of each part of the tree. her eyes drifted over to the use of its seeds. she had to use them before they dry out and become unable to grow.

everything outside seemed to be quieter when ronal was in her own world. learning about medicine was often how she spent her time and found peace. everything about it piqued her interest. if she wasn't doing anything related to what she had read and learnt, she'd probably be sleeping.

eclipse settled in not long after, the glittering stars speckled in the sky not doing much to help her see the writings on the paper. it's the time where the clan would finish their daily work and return home to their family maruis and loved ones, sharing a warm night.

however, she wouldn't consider the person who'd just entered the marui her "loved one".

he was more of an... acquaintance?

tonowari lifted the marui entrance, then tying it shut to prevent the cold night's breeze from blasting through.

ronal acknowledged his return. "you're back. how was hunting?" she asked, doing the "oel ngati kameie" gesture, which he returned. "it was as usual. we collected a lot more than last month since it's hunting season." he replied, untying his hair.

she hummed and sat up, rolling up her scriptures back into a scroll and dropping them onto the floor.

she leaned back and watched as he moved around, getting a little more relaxed for the night. they were in comfortable silence, used to having not much to say to the other.

people often described them both as quiet. however, their usual moods were slightly different, with ronal being the "fierce and bold" type of quiet, and tonowari being the "caring and observant" kind. it was no doubt they both balanced each other out.

and both of them like to think the opposite, but their hearts say otherwise.

— ☄. . ⋆✧ .

tonowari was, to say the least, stupefied.

he was 14 when he grew to be more conscious about his skills. and the reason was none other than the leaders' daughter, ronal.

he can't remember how it started. maybe it was when he saw her watching him train from her parents marui. or the time when his friends would tell him about the subtle glances ronal would throw his way from afar when he wasn't looking.

because of her, he started to work twice as hard, subconsciously. the thought of her really start to flood his brain everytime he was out training. it didn't stop for months. he eventually turned 15, the age of adulthood for most. the pressure still didn't run down.

"quiet mouth, loud mind." that's what the tsahìk sensed. "a pure soul, that boy. matches well with ronal's."

tonowari is known to be the best warrior and hunter among the metkayina boys, trained exceptionally well that he could fight the elder warriors with ease. and not only that, his silent confidence captured the eyes of many girls in the clan. but he never seemed to boast about it, or notice. it's why the current olo'eyktan and tsahìk chose him to be ronal's partner.

on the week he found out he was selected, the thought that he will one day hold such a high position ate at him.

"but the other boys are better, aren't they? zaxtyin? he's pretty good. seems to like leading more than I do. aery'an? he's impressive and good at multiple things. she'd enjoy his company more than mine."

he would think about it, all day and all night, barely saying a word since then.

when he moved into his new marui where he would be staying with ronal, he went a lot more quieter than before.

he was stunned. why? you guessed it, ronal.

his head was always piled up, and it's all because of her. so much nothing else was worth thinking or talking about.

now that they were practically living together, he'd see her usual routines. he picked up her habits, observed her movements, with no intention of doing so. not an hour passes by without her suddenly floating into his mind.

even while hunting underwater, he'd think about the kinds of fish ronal usually liked to eat.

when he sees the plants that the healers always use, he'd think about how on some nights he'd find her awake, experimenting and trying out the mixtures and medicines she made. somedays, she'd try it on him. and eywa, was it frustrating.

it was only after that when he realised, how much he had grown fond of her.

he wants to hate it. he has to.

because she won't feel the same. because of her.

it's always her.

©ronalsgirl

— that's it, i guess! :) so if anybody likes it, thank you <33

alr im going to bed (pls dm me if you see any errors! :] )

#ronal x tonowari #ronal #tonowari #metkayina #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #avatar #atwow #awow #avatar wow #avatar fluff #imagine #miniseries

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n41r · 2 months

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A Story on How I Started Playing Oreca (at 3rd of March 2023)

I wanted to share how I first started to play Oreca Battle at Yogyakarta, and how I got 4 starter cards instead of just 1 or 3 in a day-

It was one of the most memorable day of my life, and for no reason, I never actually shared the full story other than to the friends on a Discord server

Thankfully, the moderator never really deleted the channel, so the original photos from that day still exist

So it all started by the coincidences where I started wanting to know more about Oreca Battle because of Mudae, and the sudden appearance of Oreca Battle machines on the arcade near me when I visited the mall on probably February 2023

I needed to prepare myself before actually playing the game, so I searched on how to play the game and read some stray infos from a quick google search

The machines on those years are probably still on New Chapter 1 and New Prologue if I wasn't wrong, so yea, I started at New Prologue-

Everything was going well after the first battle, I had a very fun time battling and deciding on who I want to print When suddenly...

The machine just malfunctioned- I was probably in distraught when this happened-

I asked the staff for help, but since the machine is still very new for this arcade, the staff have not much idea on how to help me, and instead offered me a free play on the other machine beside it

I remembered trying out New Chapter 1 instead on this machine, and was anticipating to print Flow after the battle

But another misfortune befell-

^ This was the original message I wrote on the server to express how I felt at that moment-

But thankfully, the third machine worked without having any other problem! And back to the issue of the machine being new to this arcade, because the staff gave me not just 1 (one) free play for this machine, but 3 (three) free plays instead-

And that is how I got 3 starters instead of one, because I took the opportunity to print both Tanta, Burn, and Magician all at once-

And after having a feel on how interesting the game is, I tried to play it again But that's also how I found out that the machine doesn't have working light bulb on the scanner, because I can't scan any of the cards I just got-

So instead, I try my hands on combining, and get Arthur's card (He was on the list of monsters that caught my interest when I was first fishing for any info before playing this game)

And that is probably how everything went!

I don't really remember what I do after that, probably hunting info on how getting Culann, continue watching the anime, hunting for more info about this niche game, everything else, and had an idea to record myself playing so I never forget about this game incase anything happened(?)

The rest is history, and here I am now 1 year later, and still playing Oreca Battle for atleast once a month-

What a year it have been, huh- And now we have the latest update for New Chapter 3 for the machines at Yogya, and lotsa of battles we have done to get here

And here's to more battles ahead,

🥂

#N41R Blog entry #Oreca related #Long post #ahaha I got a little melancholy writing this-#Currently Tanta have evolved to both CuChulain and Hero Tanta #Trying to get the item for 4* Cu-#Burn is a shiny card~#Arthur and Magician are still 2*#But I have both of their items on hand!#But I'm currently focusing on other members-#But ye-#Here's for more to come in the future!#((Can't believe it's been a year-))

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genesisreach · 6 months

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My personal ranking of homes in Skyrim:

Lakeview Manor: Easily #1. Fairly secluded with a wonderful view of Lake Ilinalta. In the woods, so you can go hunting right out your front door. However, troubles include a neighboring conjurer (possible necromancer?), occasional bandits, and occasional giant.

Breezehome: #2. Would place at #1 if not for LM's seclusion. The OG starter home. Whiterun as a whole is beautiful. Farms and wild game all around so you don't have to worry too much about food. Very competent and wise government with Balgruuf as Jarl. Just don't get involved in the Grey-Mane/Battle-Born dispute. Trust me. Also, house is made of wood and in a dry environment. Be wary of stray flames.

Heljarchen Hall: #3. Basically on Whiterun/Pale border. Again, be wary of flames. Wide, open land so you can hunt fairly well. Or start a farm (Heljarchen Farm mod is right beside Heljarchen Hall).

Proudspire Manor: #4. Beautiful architecture. In Solitude, so you are arguably in the safest city. Real-estate price is egregiously high, though. Politics are fairly mild aside from the war, and Falk is a pretty competent steward. Just avoid Erikur at all costs. 100% recommend attending the Burning of King Olaf festival.

Windstad Manor: #5. Hjaalmarch is mostly swamp to the North and snowy mountains to the South. Windstad Manor is on the Northern end of the swamps on the coast, so be ready for exceptionally cold winters. Beautiful view of Solitude and the Sea of Ghosts, though. (Additionally, neighboring the Windstad Mine mod area.) Be wary because it has the High Gate Ruins on one side and Ustengrav on the other. The swamp is also filled with frostbite spiders and the occasional chaurus.

Severin Manor: #6. Large, spacious interior with wonderful Dunmer architecture. All utilities you could need. House Redoran is a fairly competent local government. However, almost no work since the mine closed. Ash is everywhere from Red Mountain, so be sure to have something to cover your mouth and nose. Also, try not to wake up working on some strange shrines against your will.

Hjerim: #7. Beautiful architecture. Windhelm as a whole has wonderful architecture and rich history. However, it is very cold and the other residents are very unpleasant. If you're looking for an empathetic population, do not come to Windhelm. Additionally, beware of a killer on the loose.

Honeyside: #8. Only below Hjerim due to the presence of the Thieves Guild and the Black-Briars in Riften. Otherwise, very nice home. Back door leads right out the the shore of Lake Honrich, so prime fishing spot. Most likely humid with occasional rotting wood, though.

Vlindrel Hall: #9. Dwemer architecture is fascinating. However, doesn't really have anything else going for it. Forsworn are all throughout the Reach, including inside Markarth (don't let the guards lie to you). The Silver-Bloods are arguably worse than the Black-Briars. More likely to get killed than in Windhelm, and more likely to end up in prison than Riften. Plus, Thalmor actively reside in Understone Keep. Avoid Markarth unless absolutely necessary.

Winterhold: No home in Winterhold. Residence at the College doesn't count. 0/10.

#skyrim #lakeview manor #breezehome #heljarchen hall #proudspire manor #windstad manor #severin manor #hjerim #honeyside #vlindrel hall

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orbleglorb · 1 year

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🍩🍃 and/or 📣?

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

Arthur (he/any): pretty much anything with sugar and/or artificial flavoring. he wasn't raised with homemade meals and has a very unhealthy diet because he's lived off of frozen meals his whole life. she likes fruit-flavored candy over chocolate. she really likes frostees and slushies and stuff. shit he'd love those slushies from sonic that are made from, like, powerade and have nerds (candy) on them.

Gwen (she/her): ice cream. doesn't really matter what kind, but she has a definite preference for chocolately things. although, i think she'd prefer coffee ice cream.

Leylo (she/whatever): doesn't particularly have a sweet tooth, but likes chocolate-covered nuts, oreos, and sour candies. also likes those hot tamale candies.

Zach (he/whatever): sweet breads and pastries. would also like cobblers and pies.

Honey Nut Alpha Supreme (she/whatever): she loves homemade sweets. not really a fan of pre-packaged candies but really loves homemade stuff.

putting the rest under a cut lol

🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

Arthur: not particularly a fan of nature, mostly because he's allergic to Everything Ever. loves to look at cool bugs, tho.

Gwen: Gwen has lived in many different climates and biomes and would challenge your definition of "nature," as it is far too broad. however, she likes visiting watering holes and such. she really likes parks, because they're typically closer to cities.

Leylo: was raised in the forests of the pacific northwest and does not wish to move back there! but she loves mountains and likes to go for walks in and around them. she also really likes snow and snow activities, like sledding.

Zach: has to live in the woods or else he will die (that's a hyperbole, but he loves being secluded in the woods). he really likes just going for walks around the woods, especially if he finds bugs or mushrooms or something cool. he's good at hunting, but he doesn't really hunt much b/c it's not really necessary for his survival anymore.

Honey: YES. she needs to have at least 3 barn animals at all times or she will die (also a hyperbole). she really likes fishing! i'd imagine that she doesn't normally eat meat besides fish, because she's had cows and chickens and pigs her whole life and it feels too weird to eat them. most of the time, when she fishes, she just throws the fish back in the water after she catches it. that's usually what ppl do when they catch a fish they can't eat (or don't want to eat). other than fishing, she likes normal farm activities and just doing things outside. like she'll take what she's doing inside and sit in the grass and do it instead.

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

Arthur: kinda loud at times, but isn't outspoken. voice claim: red van buskirk, who plays silver in the snapcube real time fandub.

Gwen: her voice is pretty monotone. she doesn't usually speak unless spoken to, or if she has sarcastic commentary. voice claim: penny parker, especially in her blaze the cat impression. video for both arthur and gwen (the specific clip i want starts at 2:58 and ends at 4:20).

Leylo: speaks quietly, but has a loud laugh. has a deep-ish voice with a bit of raspiness to it. no voice claim :(

Zach: generally quiet, but yells loudly. talks like he's trying to take up as little space as possible (because he is). voice claim: dante basco, VA for prince zuko and jake long, as well as plenty of other characters.

Honey: has a very obvious southern accent and talks pretty fast. no voice claim :(

#wyatt ocs #wyatt's ocs #asks 4 sasha #blb oc: honey nut alpha supreme #oc: arthur murphy #oc: gwen shrapner #oc: zachariah schneider #oc: leylo gromit

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carewyncromwell · 1 year

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25. Feeding each other food for Ru and Estrid 😊

25. Feeding each other food (Rustrid)

featuring Estrid Soelberg @thatravenpuffwitch, Galen Stagg @cursebreakerfarrier and Siobhan Llewelyn @kc-and-co💛

If one were to ask a magizoologist what best to feed a kelpie, most would answer that they're omnivores that will eat just about anything, but are very fond of fish, which is one of the two main things they hunt (the other being humans, which obviously is not a good idea to feed any kelpie you plan on domesticating).

If you were to have consulted Galen Stagg in the later years of his life, however, he would probably have smiled fully and immediately suggest apples. And the reason for the wistful, amused grin on his face would be the memory of his good friend Ru stealing apple pie right off of Estrid's fork one day at dinner one night.

"Ru!" Estrid said, startled. "That's mine."

Ru smirked.

"Didn't see your name on it," they said through the big mouthful of food.

"It was bound to happen, with you leaving it out there on your fork like that, Estrid," Siobhan said amusedly.

Galen gave a quiet laugh despite himself. "Hungry animals always pilfer food, when you get distracted."

"I was trying to listen to what you were saying," Estrid huffed.

She tried to scowl, but it was a bit hard, given how big her smile was. Ru was grinning more fully than ever as they lounged across the bench next to Estrid, their arm flopping down on the table as they propped their head up on their hand. They smacked their lips in a rather loud, uncouth kind of way.

"Mm...this is good," Ru said with interest. "Is that apple?"

"Yes," said Estrid.

"Have you never had apple pie before, Ru?" said Siobhan, surprised.

Ru's electric blue eyes flitted up to Siobhan quickly. Estrid could practically feel the pause they took before responding.

"...Well, the folks don't exactly bake a lot," they said gruffly. "Don't really spoil us much either, aside from stuffy dress robes and uncomfortable shoes."

Estrid knew this was a lie of sorts, given the real reason Ru had never had apple pie would've been because apple pie isn't something you can hunt inside or around the Black Lake...but, at the same time, it probably wasn't a complete lie, all the same. The Ollivanders had always been a rather distant and formal to the point of neglect sort of family, and they'd never really paid their youngest child much mind, either before or after Ru took the real Rudolph's place.

Galen smiled. "Well, this pie is a very good one. The elves really have outdone themselves with it."

Ru eyed the remainder of the piece of pie on Estrid's plate with interest. "Hm, yeah..."

Within a moment, they'd reached into their robes and pulled their box camera out of the inside pocket. They then immediately brought up in front of their right eye, peeking through it at Estrid's plate with single-minded focus.

"Ru," Estrid couldn't help but sigh even as her smile grew wider still, "are you seriously taking a picture of my pie?"

"It's a pie worth remembering," Ru said haughtily.

They frowned deeply as they set about trying to find the right angle, craning their neck and moving from the bench to down to the floor and back.

"Bloody lighting," they muttered more irritably. "If only the ceiling wasn't overcast -- some sun would do these shadows some good..."

They were so focused on what they were doing that they didn't even notice the fork right beside their mouth until Estrid lightly tapped their cheek with it. Ru opened their left eye and was startled to see another piece of apple pie skewered on the end of it and Estrid smiling fully.

"Galen thinks you should be eating dinner, not playing with it," she said airily.

She glanced significantly at Galen, who blushed a rosy pink as he brought his hand away from the apple pie tin that he'd slid across the table to sit in front of Ru. Siobhan was laughing.

Ru cocked their eyebrows very coolly at Estrid. Then, very slowly and pointedly, and while keeping eye contact with her the entire time, the kelpie leaned in and brought the fork into their mouth, sliding the pie off the prongs into their mouth and eating it. Once they'd swallowed the pie, they smacked their lips, smirking fully.

"...I can multitask," Ru said just as coolly in return.

Finally, breaking eye contact with Estrid at last, they then whipped back around to look through their camera at her pie. Estrid bowed her head, unable to bite back a laugh herself.

"So am I just not going to get my pie back?" she asked amusedly.

"Not until I'm happy with the shot," Ru shot back mischievously. After a moment, they added, "I'll, uh...take another piece, though -- if you and Galen are really so determined to make me eat while I work."

Estrid shook her head, but she smiled all the same as she cut Ru another piece of pie, skewered it with her fork, and offered it to them. Only once Ru had found a good resting position for their camera so that it wouldn't move when they looked up did they shift over enough to once again nip it off Estrid's fork and eat it, licking and smacking their lips happily, before looking back through the viewfinder.

"You do realize everyone's going to think you two are going steady all the more, after this," Siobhan teased them.

"Shut it," both Ru and Estrid said dully.

Relationship Prompts!

#relationship prompts #ru ollivander #estrid soelberg #galen stagg #siobhan llewelyn #other people's mcs #my writing #fanfiction

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kinfeelings · 9 months

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ask game by @scarsmood

1. What’s one feature from your kintype that may be considered unsettling or creepy?

The long body, the sharp teeth, the mostly unblinking eyes.

2. Do you study others or do others study you?

I study others sometimes, but mostly it's others who are watching me. "Others" as in, not other dragons.

3. What type of predator are you? Parasitic, pursuit, ambush, psychological, etc. Alternatively, what type of prey are you? Camouflage, stamina, speed, misdirection?

I am a predator, perhaps an omnivore, but one that still needs a lot of meat to survive? Kinda like...a bear.

4. Any hunting noemata or memories? Do you have any instincts about being hunted or hunting?

Large fish and perhaps whales were a definite thing in my diet. Sometimes land animals too, but less often probably. Aside from fights with other dragons, I don't think anything could truly threaten me physically.

5. What’s one defensive maneuver your kintype will do to ward off potential predators or rival animals? Alternate question for less primal types, do you have a protocol or set rules to defend yourself from danger?

Bluffing, basically. If that fails, it's either flee or fight.

6. Do you do anything with kills besides just eating them? Collecting bones, a graveyard for remnants, burying it for storage, studying, or soul absorption?

Not really. The bones are left for whatever other creatures may be interested in them.

7. You are tied to your environment and labeled as a cryptid by the locals. What would your name be? Ex: the Green River Black Panther or Swamp Panther?

The Great Water Dragon.

8. How would you clean the blood off of yourself? Is it annoying or enriching?

Meticulous catlike grooming does the trick.

9. Are you bound to an object, or do particular objects attract you? (Ex: demons bound to books, animals to blood, etc.)

Beautiful things like pearls are reminiscent of the Moon itself, and my kintype basically reveres the Moon, so...

10. How does your kintype view death?

Dragons are incredibly long-lived, if not immortal; I have yet to figure out about my kintype (maybe some dragons achieve immortality and some don't?), so it's possible I had to know and understand I'd meet my end one day. It was a fact of life, though far away, not something I frequently worried about.

11. What would be an omen that symbolizes your kintype someone may come across?

A swirling whirlpool that gradually takes the shape of an eastern dragon.

12. What weather conditions are optimal for you to survive being hunted?

A severe thunderstorm, ideal for simply flying up into the thick clouds and hiding away from sight, unless it was another dragon coming after me, they would probably be able to follow.

13. Do you have any horror movies, lore, or media that remind you of your kintype?

The Dragonology books and that one pseudo-documentary about prehistoric dragons.

14. Could you survive your kintype in an attack if you are in a human body?

Definitely not.

15. What type of enclosure/prison would be required to keep you contained?

A vast one. I'm picturing an unbreakable dome of some material. If ethical and humane, it has enough space and enrichment for me to survive. If not, well, it's enough to keep me imprisoned indefinitely.

16. As your kintype, what do you think is stupid about humans, feature and/or behavior-wise?

Their bigotry. That is not to imply dragons are genuinely much better sometimes. In my noema/noemata, I get the feeling some dragons simply thought they were better than others for whatever reason they had in their minds; meanwhile, others had more open minds.

#challenge #ansel speaks #eastern dragon

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 9 months

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Hello ! Okay so this question really has no connection to any fandom in general (except, maybe, Avatar on the intelligent non-human species side?) but I just saw an article about orca intelligence and the fact that we now know they have very strong social bonds, even teach each other things and even have names they use between each other! Anyway, I just saw this and was also thinking about the fact that most people still think they're just big dumb fish and don't ask me why but it made me think again about your excellent posts on Avatar (I told him there was a link!), Quaritch and Jake's family in general.

So I was wondering what you think? About their intelligence and the fact that some people would like them to be considered as non-human (I admit I think that about cetaceans in general personally) as well as your opinion on the fact that individuals in captivity are often captured in the wild and find themselves in honestly pitiful conditions in the company of orcas they don't know and therefore can't communicate with (fun fact: each pod, or group, of orcas has its own language that doesn't correspond to that of other pods).

If you already knew this, I'd be delighted to know ey if you didn't, I might have raised your interest in this and that's just as well. What's more, it might also raise the interest of other people who see it...

What a fun question!! Honestly, no worries at all for any non fandom related question, it means so much that you guys care for my opinion on anything at all! I love the Avatar questions a ton, but it's super fun and special when a question branches out into another fandom or topic.

Yes, I do know about wales and orcas! I was always one of those dirty little mud kids who was obsessed with all animals and bugs and wildlife. I had bins and bins of plastic dinosaurs and book after book on wildlife. I was going to be a vet until senior year of high school, when I decided that taking algebra for the third time meant I wasn't cut out for a math or science career lol (I took it for a forth time for no credit in college 😬).

There is a ton to be said about captivity in general, and the ethics of zoos and wildlife centers. Thankfully most zoos follow much stricter laws now, and the majority of animals you see in care are unable to be released into the wild or are being rehabilitated until they can be. I don't know that there are these same standards yet for large aquariums, and places like SeaWorld that have orcas and whales and sharks. I am not an expert, and it's not something I've looked into in a long time. In general though, I think most of these places have improved, but these large animals, I don't see how they can ever be kept ethically in captivity,

There is also the matter of orcas, who have been a huge talking point as of late because of them sinking ships. They truly are the dickbag bullies of the sea lol, so it's funny to me to compare them to the tulkun. Actually, maybe all the dolphins are the dickbag bullies of the sea. But, orcas are dolphins so they are the same thing. But orcas (also dolphins do this with fish) play catch with seals dude, they slap them back and forth and don't even eat them. Sometimes they make waves too knock animals off of ice and then wait for them to get back on the ice so they can do it again. They are sociopaths. So I think they are smart, but also I'm scared. Dolphins (orcas are dolphins) are one of the few animals besides humans that hunt for fun as well as for food.

BUT ANYWAYS. I don't think orcas can be considered human, they are non-human. Humanity sets itself apart from other species with large scale cooperation, culture and tool use, and abstract thought and reasoning. These are things the tulkun possess in Avatar, and things that are not shared by any other creature on Earth that we know of.

#cool question tho #i hope this answer was what you wanted?#miles quaritch #jake sully #tulkun #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #orca whale #whale #melissa's asks #melissa on avatar (cameron)#melissa is an english major

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I'm bored (and mentally need a break from fic writing) so I'm just going to ramble about the top three things per dorm in Twisted Wonderland that I enjoy. Because why not?

Top Three Things I Enjoy about each dorm

Note: This is just me having fun. You don't have to agree with anything I'm saying.

Heartslaybul

-Their entire aesthetic. I'm a Huge Alice in Wonderland fan. The book is one of my favourites and its imagery is top tier. From Twisted Wonderland I love the silly, borderline too busy clothing design of the dorm uniform. I love the card suit make up on their faces. I especially love the red eye makeup on Riddle.

-They seem like the nicest dorm? I mean, apart from Ace and Deuce bullying our player character in the prologue, in the end they're Yuu/MC's loyal friends. Trey is overall pleasant (and he can bake). Cater, while coming off as too much, is overall a fun, pleasant character. Even Riddle, who was a tyrant in his chapter, is a soft, kind-hearted person who is a little too rigid sometimes. He's learning and that's what counts!

-They are the dorm to have Tea Parties consistently. I love tea. I love desserts, but especially tarts. I'm sold on this dorm.

Savanaclaw

-I love the way they present the desert: harsh and dry, but also a paradise with luxury within. It's that juxtaposition that really sells me. Plus, it's different from Scarabia, which I appreciate.

-Jack. His entire personality as honest, straightforward, hardworking, and compassionate has sold me. I love him so much! He's such a great character, plus he's yet another character foil to Leona.

-Their dorm has a lot of accessories. From beaded necklaces and bracelets to leather bands and belts. I love it all. I also love how subtly colourful their accessories are (thinking of Leona) which adds a fun pop of colour to their mostly neutral colour palette.

Octavinelle

-Their lights. They have soft, gentle lighting in their dorm that look dimmable. I couldn't be more in love with it. I absolutely LOVE low/soft lighting. Plus, the clear fish tanks around their dorm give a soft blue light and that's so calming yet eerie at the same time. Which fits the dorm perfectly in my opinion.

-The music. Octavinelle has my favourite Twistunes hands down. I love the jazz theme and their Twistunes are the ones I've replayed the most.

-The fact that Azul, Jade, and Floyd give off mafia vibes to the point they're lovingly nicknamed the Fish Mafia in fandom. That's hilarious and I think it adds so much to their dynamic.

Scarabia

-They seem like the nicest dorm x2? I mean besides everyone basically holding Yuu/MC and Grim hostage for the entire first half of Book 4, everyone seems very pleasant. They feel like people who welcome others and are very generous. Definitely helps that Kalim is very giving and loves throwing parties. The tone has been set.

-Their aesthetic. I love their colour palette. I love their clothing designs with all the scarves and sashes and golden bits. I love the contrast in the dorm's night look with the cool blues against the reds, oranges, and yellows.

-The way they present the desert. In contrast to Savanaclaw, Scarabia's desert aesthetic is completely different. I love how they frame it as working with the land to find a way to live of it. I especially loved learning more about Kalim and Jamil's hometown in the A Firelit Sky event. It's probably my favourite event so far. (Second is the Fairy Tale Gala in case anyone is curious.)

Pomefiore

-The BALLROOM! It's so clean and I love how it hints there is a lot of natural light pooling into the room! I also love the crystal chandeliers, especially due to the "Hidden Mickey" in it. Yes, I say this even after I've been traumatized by KH3 "LOOK, A LUCKY EMBLEM" hunt.

-The dorm members. I've said this in prior posts but Vil and Rook are easily two of my favourite characters in the entire game. I am especially in love with their dynamic. My favourite ship in the game.

-Their entire story centered around a music/dance competition. I think it was a fun breath of fresh air to have a lack of battles in the story. (On the flip side, the amount of Twistunes nearly took me out ahaha.)

Ignihyde

-Blue flames. I love blue flames and think it's a fantastic design choice for any character. It also makes Idia's instantly recognizable to who he was "twisted" from.

-Technology is the base of the dorm. I'm always a big fan of taking magic and applying it to modern scenarios. I love the idea that magic can co-exist with technology as so often media likes to separate them and have them on opposite spectrums. It doesn't have to be like that!

-Ortho! Who is a bean and very precious. I really like his character and design. Super cute! Sorry I don't have too much else to say. Maybe once I fully play their Chapter I'll have more to say.

Diasomnia

-Malleus. Maleficent is my favourite Disney villain of all time, especially thanks to Kingdom Hearts so it makes sense I like Malleus so much. Beyond the superficial, however, Malleus is also a character trope I love: super strong (dragon!) to the point of being Over Powered but is actually a little socially awkward. I think the combination of those two character traits is very funny and cute. He's also So Excited to make friends. He's also not as scary as people think he is which is why his Lab Coat vignette with Deuce is so endearing to me.

-Lilia. Once again it's down to character trope. I am in love with characters who are older, wiser, and stronger than they act/appear. Lilia also has the top tier character design of "colourful hair underneath". That pink is so striking and makes for some great art.

-The main core characters of Diasomnia are basically a family. This provides a unique dynamic between them because the only other dorm to feature family is Ignihyde. Both dorms present the idea differently and distinctly. For Diasomnia I love that it's downplayed in public but privately us the player know it's present. Adds a fun perspective on their interactions with one another.

#personal #twisted wonderland #my own ramblings that are just for fun

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