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centrally-unplanned · 1 year

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something it occurred to me to wonder recently and thought if anyone would know, it would be you ;p

when Eva began back in 1995, how much was it anticipated? both narrowly in otaku circles, and more widely among 'people who watch TV in Japan'? as far as i understand the history, Gainax was pretty niche back then and mostly known for dating sim games, but the visual style of Eva is so immediately striking...

like, I know nobody quite realised just how huge it would become, but was there some sort of excitement for a new robot anime from the people who made Wings of Honneamise, Gunbuster and Nadia? or was it a complete surprise?

Hm, good question! I am not super confident in my answer, so my bet is "highly anticipated but not crazily so". Gainax was known but niche, having 'Otaku' success with as you mention Wings and Gunbuster...until Nadia: Secret of Blue Water came out in 1990. This would not have put Gainax per se on the map, as Toho and Group Tac were branded as the primary producers, Gainax as secondary, but it definitely put Hideaki Anno on the map as director. The show was wildly successful, aired in prime-time slots - which, fun fact, meant that its first season airing was interrupted due to breaking news about the onset of the First Gulf War - and Nadia herself became Best Girl in most of the Newtype/Animage style polls of the time until being dethroned by Sailor Mercury in 1992. Nadia was definitely still 'an anime', and it was a kids show in too many ways to be a real breakout. But it was the top of anime of its time, no debate.

Its success is what gave Anno the ability to finance Evangelion, and it meant he was also able to pull a lot of 'big talent' for branding purposes - which ofc was intentional, Anno is no fool. Hiring Usagi from Sailor Moon's voice actress Kotono Mitsuishi to be Misato for example, when Sailor Moon was the #1 anime of 1994, is certainly because of her talent but also because of her buzz, and he has a bunch of hires along those lines to make Eva the "oh man the best of the best are all here" kind of show.

(Again fun fact time - you prob know this one - he also tried to bring Kunihiko Ikuhara, Sailor Moon director, onto the animation staff, and as part of his tactics to woo him named Rei Ayanami after Sailor Mars, Ikuhara's favourite SM character that he famously cosplayed. Ikuhara was alas too busy with wrapping up his time on Sailor Moon and forming Be-papas to make Utena to spare the time)

All this meant that by the time Evangelion was getting ready for its Fall 1995 debut, the cover of the April 1995 issue of Newtype looked like this:

And hey, if you want some evidence of the buildup discussed, the first page of the cover feature starts off in 1990, with a discussion of the impact of Nadia:

Even here, once it transitions to discussing Evangelion, Anno is promising "something anime fans have never seen before". It was a common refrain in all the marketing material throughout 1995, that this show was going to be special. The manga adaption actually began print in February of 1995, as a hype builder. The Evangelion team was putting it all on the line.

Also I love that early concept art - the more gundam-esque pilot suits over the plugsuits would have absolutely been my jam, alas.

(This marketing material is more evidence against the mythical "mid-production pivot" theory that fans in the past surmised about Eva's intended story, but a topic for another time)

Still, this is just marketing - who wouldn't say your show will Change Everything, that is your job as a business! For all the inner-otaku hype and rep, Evangelion was definitely targeted at those otaku, and it wasn't marketed to an all-ages demo with wider appeal like Sailor Moon. Anno even remarks in the interview above it would be more of a 'cult hit' compared to Nadia. It had a Wednesday airing slot (at 18:30, not actually super late - another myth, it just had late night re-runs after its evening air slot), not a great time and definitely not a Saturday evening slot like Sailor Moon.

It was a show that instead grew over its airing and broke out of its slot and genre - its finale got audience ratings almost twice that of its premiere (though these numbers are hard to aggregate over different stations). Its about midway through its run that you start getting those "phenomenon of Evangelion" style articles, and when the ending hits the culture critics start jumping in as well and it becomes a true cultural event, and discussion of the show in mainstream magazines starts happening. That wasn't happening in 1995.

I wish I could say it all culminates with End of Evangelion being released and being the #1 film of the year and all that - but while it did well it got its clock absolutely cleaned by Princess Mononoke, which came out the same week. An honourable defeat at least!

Hopefully this is a good answer! Definitely more to be said on the topic, man this would be a great deep dive project...

#evangelion #anime history #also you had a great reply to my miyazaki walk cycle post and i never got to reply I am sorry -_-

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probablysimpledreams · 2 months

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Omg hello Cam nation life has been wild but I wanna be on here more LOL I have two fics in the works rn (one Cora<3 and one Asahi <3 I have really been on my large and scary looking but actually loser sweetheart man kick lately <333) so hopefully spring break brings me creative energy or refreshes me so post-spring break me gets a creative streak

more to come regarding that

ANYWAYS

I started this post off half an edible last night and now am having a margarita at the airport since my flight got delayed💀 and since life has been crazy so the self ship brain rot has been INSANE lately esp bc me and one of my besties rewatched a bunch of HQ!! lately so I've been thinking about Asahi and am about to share all these ideas<3 I'm putting in undercut feel free to interact or share any of your self ships

We def met in class like some elective literature course. Our majors are so different with me being in anthropology and him in fashion school we both would pick some random historical literature class just to do something different and get out of our own departments. It would take at least half the semester for us to star talking though. I am notorious for a little classroom crush so I fell in love on sight, constantly talked about him to my friends, constantly had my friends asking if I had talked to him yet, stalked his Instagram to learn about him, etc. And though Asahi has a better grip on his anxiety when in college, he's still prone to anxious habits and after how people saw him in high school as "scary" he is not one to put himself out there. So he ends up having a lil classroom crush on me as the days go by and as I speak out more in class. I love a good chance to talk which I think he'd admire and it would make him fall for me. Half way through the semester I would finally make the move by asking him to be my partner on the newest assignment for the class. We'd both just be standing there like "holy fuck this hot person is talking to me" but not realize that the other is thinking it too LMAO. But you know as time went on and we got closer (being project partners meant the BEST reason to get his number see I be PLANNING) and I finally worked up the courage to ask him on a date and he said yes<33

Once finally in a relationship I feel like we'd have to opposite of a honeymoon phase. The first few months would be very awkward and we both overthink to the max so we'd be very scared of upsetting the other. After some time thought we'd finally have a nerve wracking yet honest conversation to actually establish boundaries, what we need, etc and like never have a relationship problem again. And that's when we both realize how much words of affirmations are both our love languages so we get comfortable being sappy<33 like we’re SO that couple saying cutesy shit 24/7 and leaving lil notes for each other on the mirror or in each other’s backpacks etc!! And we’re both not really PDA people so it balances perfectly😝

We have the same music taste for SURE like we both love some indie, mountain music I’m talking Briston Maroney, Noah Kahan, Backseat Lovers, etc we are both men with anxiety so this genre speaks to us🙏 However, Asahi does not understand the Lana hype but still supports me LOL sometimes I just have to cosplay a woman in a toxic relationship on the west coast (all things I’m just not💀) and he’s learned to let me have my fun after some reassurance that I just like the music and don’t actually think of him as bad (he’s too precious pls)

We are SO interested in each other’s line of work like I’m always excited over his sketches and pieces he’s making!!! And I’m always asking him a million questions about the process and all he does!! And on the same coin he’s always so fascinated with my research my main focus is on Pacific Archaeology so I always give him TedTalks™️ on everything he loves it!! I also intern at a museum so he’s always asking me questions about it. And a lot of what I’ve been lately at the museum is fashion history, so I love to tell him all about it!!

We compliment each other perfectly bc I’m very bubbly and outgoing!! So I’m very much a conversationalist and sometimes people think bc of that and my size that they can walk all over me. This is where Asahi’s natural intimation comes into play once mfs see him they KNOW not to fuck around. And on the other side, due to my extroverted nature I can easily jump into a conversation Asahi is actively trying to step away from without being rude. I feel like he gets quickly drained from strangers but I can talk to anyone for hours so I step him. This also is helpful bc I easily can make reservations and really any other scenario where he’s feeling too shy to directly say what he’s thinking/needs. I also am not afraid to fight for refunds and shit so he’s happy to let me take the wheel LOL

I just know we’d both get along with one another friends SO well😝 on that note Suga and I are so stoner buddies (you can’t tell me college suga didn’t smoke). Asahi would rarely smoke but when he does he just goes lol nonverbal and gets cuddly. Which honestly works good bc I just get happy and yap once again that perfect balance💗‼️

Most of our dates are just chill dates. We watch a LOT of TV together between anime and cooking shows and documentaries we just love a good lay in bed watching TV time. When we go out, it’s to museums and cafes!! We try and go to a cutey local coffee shop at least once a week just to get out. Sometimes it turns into homework dates or reading dates but mostly we just sit and talk and enjoy the fact there’s no rush. I currently have a coffee sticker book so he makes sure I always get a sticker when at new places🥺 I always switch up what I get but Asahi always gets a cappuccino and we usually split a lil pastry (usually I can talk him into buying multiple to try tho hehe)

I keep him updated on all the stupid TikTok drama bc I get disgustedly invested and that app can make me so mad so I go on RANTS about people being stupid it just always makes him laugh he thinks I’m just the most lovely thing all fired up even if it’s over something so unreal. I’m also OBSESSED with that Bistro Huddy tiktok series that is literally just one guy idk it’s SO good I make him watch it with me all the time LOL

Overall we are in love love🥰😝🥰

#self ship o’clock #god he’s perfect I’m going crazy #I wanna bite his arm #asahi azumane #self ship #self ship content #haikyuu #haikyuu self ship #self ship headcanons

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TIMING: August 3rd, 2023 PARTIES: Nora @honeysmokedham & Thea @notstinky LOCATION: The Crypt of Annalise Bellowmore SUMMARY: Thea decides Nora NEEDS to have a clean crypt and she's going to make it happen. Nora's just trying to be okay. CONTENT WARNINGS: None!

The thing about chapels was that they didn’t have a doorbell. Thea felt wrong inviting herself inside, but she justified it by thinking of the chapel as an apartment lobby and Nora’s apartment was just down a very narrow set of stairs. She dragged her clothing rack down the stairs, tucking the stack of hangers under one arm and her broom under the other. The bow she had put on the rack so the present appeared more dressed up, had fallen off in the chapel somewhere. It was too late to go back for it. “Nora?” She called out. “Nora? Is that…is someone crying?” It was probably some recording Nora had to add to the atmosphere but Thea had to admit, the crypt had great acoustics. Why wasn’t Nora hosting karaoke nights down here?

Nora was more paint than human, bear, whatever she was supposed to identify as, at this point. Her crypt has steadily been growing into a collection of stolen art supplies, and now, after her return from the mines, she had thrown herself into the art of creation. The only time such an act was more valuable than its sister, destruction, was when her brush touched canvas and the world stopped to exist. The world didn’t stop existing. The clattering sound of metal on stone steps brought Nora to an attention that not even the crying Munch doll could have. “Thea?” She had invited the other over, but Nora wasn’t used to people accepting invites to her crypt. This was her first official visitor. Nora extracted herself from her place in front of the canvas and moved through the empty space to the door. Babadook following close on her heels. “I told you not to buy anything.” It was a poor thanks for a gift that was so thoughtful. “Thanks.” Nora helped, tried to help with the rack and getting it into the main part of the crypt since Thea had her hands full. “Welcome to my crypt.” It was really one large room, everything in view once you got to the main area. “This is Babadook,” Nora nodded a chin to her dog. “Then Munch is the one crying, over there.” She pointed. “He’s a sad clown. I think its his thing to cry.”

Thea wanted to be polite. She didn’t say that Nora’s crypt-house smelled like dirt, dust, mold and paint— like the wet rotting corpse of an artist had crawled into the stone. She didn’t say the cobwebs were unsightly or that she didn’t exactly think it was safe for Nora’s horrifying cosplay dog to be in a space with snakes and spiders. As she did with everything else in her life, Thea focused on the positives. It was cool down here despite the summer heat and all the spiders must have been fun to watch crawl around. It was a unique place to live and, certainly, very Nora. “Hello, Babadook— we met last time, actually. I’m happy to see him in his costume again.” When the rack was settled, Thea busied herself with setting the hangers up for Nora to use, hoping that her clothes would get out of the pile on the ground and somewhere clean. She thought about the scene from Mary Poppins during ‘A Spoonful Of Sugar’ where Julie Andrews snaps and all the clothes and mess goes back into place. When she snapped, the best she got was a spider shifting on one of its many hairy legs on a web that was a little too close to her face. Thea wasn’t even going to say anything about the floating clown doll, that was, in fact, the source of the crying.

“Were you painting, Nora?” Thea asked, picking up her broom. She had a lot of work to do— the crypt was more dirt than stone. And she wasn’t going to ask about the floating clown doll. “I am a little confused about what you do with the paint smells.” She was not confused, one sniff to the air told her exactly what Nora did with the paint smells. She was not going to ask about the crying, floating clown doll. “It’s not entirely healthy to breathe them in all the time.” She was not going to ask about the doll. “I also wonder about what you do with food… do you have a fridge or…” She wasn’t going to do it. She wasn’t going to— “How are you doing that?” She pointed at the floating clown doll, asking. “Is it on strings? Does it have a speaker? It’s moving like it’s actually floating. Is it magnets? It’s magnets, isn’t it?”

"Oh right." Last time. Nora knew there had been a last time. Because it had been the first time Thea and she had hung out. It had been the start of their friendship, and the day that Thea had become damned for her association with Nora. Because last time was before Debbie. Last time had been before the phantom memory of the pressure it took to plunge her knife into Debbie's skull haunted her hand. Nora blinked, at the realization that last time had been a lifetime ago. Suddenly a new guilt was weighing her down. Why hadn't she been checking on Thea. Why hadn't she been apologizing to the girl who hadn't even wanted to break into a supermarket that day? Why was she letting that same innocent Thea, come into her crypt and clean it. Because Nora had already proven that she was a black hole, taking and taking, and Thea had already proven that she was better. Nora stood there, a statue as she tried to find the words. How've you've been since Debbie? Are you okay? Are we okay? Please don't clean. Please just be here as my friend.

But words had never been her friend, and each imagined sentence never made it past the lump in her throat.

And Thea was talking. Wonderful, kind, thoughtful Thea didn't question the black hole consuming everything she was giving without returning anything. Thea didn't stop and ask why she was carrying the conversation along with the burden of friendship. Nora swallowed back the lump in her throat and forced he voice to croak out a "Yeah.' She had been painting. It was a self-portrait of crystals consuming Nora's body, a successor to Goya's Saturn Devouring His Son. Because just like Goya, a madness overtook her in this art. An escape from the truth.

"I don't have any ventilation." Nora kept forcing the words past the lump, begging it to disappear back inside her. Let her deal with it later. Let Thea be free from this extra burden. "No. Maybe I should get a fan." But wouldn't the fan only flow it around the crypt? It wasn't like the paint fumes would escape. "I don't have a fridge. I don't normally eat here." Then Thea was pointing at Munch, who was still sobbing. The crying clown doll was perfect for him. How Sofie hadn't noticed that there was a ghost in there was beyond her. "It's possessed. We talked about it. You can touch him if you want, but he'll punch you."

Microplumes of dust flew up under Thea’s rocking broom. Her gaze was fixed on the magnetic clown doll. Possessed, Nora kept saying, as if it was a state of being that made sense for a doll. Thea was possessed, in the metaphorical— the only way that word could be used and mean something. Grief possessed her, memories haunted her, her body was hollowed out like the sort of fake rock her father put their spare set of keys in, thinking no one would ever look inside. Sometimes, even Thea lost that rock in the sea of real ones. She’d have to pick each of them up and shaking, waiting until she heard a ratting. No one had stopped shaking Thea. Thea was possessed, the doll was just a trick of science. Thea approached the doll.

Thea was always a curious person, as a child, if a question struck her in the night, she couldn’t sleep until it was answered. The world was a massive, horrifying jumble of mysteries and questions; if she understood it just a little, just enough, nothing was scary anymore. Everything became normal. She ran her hands along the side, hoping she’d feel the magnetic pull on her bracelet and be down with her questions. Nothing. She tried underneath. Nothing. She tried on top. Nothing. Behind. Nothing. Thea poked it. The doll’s hand snapped out and punched her in the nose and Thea stumbled back; it wasn’t that the doll was a particularly heavy hitter, it was some mixture of confusion, fear, and the embarrassment of being punched by a floating clown doll. When she spun, regaining her footing, she opened her eyes to find Nora’s self-portrait. Thea shrieked; fear pulsed off of her in heavy waves.

Thea snapped her hands over her mouth. “Sorry, it, um…” She swallowed, lowering her hands. “It’s a very visceral painting. It, um, for a moment…I really thought that was you. It felt like you were really…” Thea’s gaze dropped to it. “….consumed by crystals.” She turned to the doll, still floating, still a clown. “H-how did you program it to punch me? How did…” Thea turned around again. “Nora, this…” she gestured around. “…isn’t normal, is it?”

It was weird seeing Thea come into her home with the intent of cleaning it. As if it was something Nora should want. It made Nora examine her living space with new eyes. There had been a joy in the reclamation of herself, and space, with the lack of care. A direct pull into doing the opposite of everything she’d been told to do her whole life. Keep herself clean. Keep herself presentable. Become approachable. Now her personal hygiene, the state of her home, everything about her had become a rebellious statement against that. But Thea cared. Thea cared enough to bring a broom and a clothing rack and clean up a place she’d never considered worth cleaning before.

Luckily Thea became distracted by Munch. With Thea bothering the doll instead of sweeping, Nora got to forget the uncomfortable feeling that came with watching the back and forth of the broom. As if the broom was more than just a broom, but what the broom stood for was something she couldn’t put her finger on. Nora blinked once. Twice. Three times as Thea moved her hand around Munch until Munch punched her. Right in the nose. “Brutal.” Nora mumbled. “Munch stop, she’s a fucking guest. You can’t just go around fucking punching people.” The ghost was shouting, the ghost was in a temper. Munch was always in a temper. Nora suspected his temper was how he became a ghost in the first place.

Thea was screaming and Nora was feasting. A tasty little snack. A treat for Nora. She walked over to stand next to Thea, tilting her head at her unfinished portrait and trying to imagine how Thea saw it. “Are you sure it wasn’t being punched by a ghost that scared you?” Nora questioned, but Thea still didn’t believe in ghosts. “I didn’t program Munch to do anything.” The sad clown ghost had flown off to a different part of the crypt to cry, and Nora kept staring at the self-portrait parsing through what Thea had said about it. The crystals had consumed her. “It was me.” Nora agreed finally. It was still the me she wanted to be. “You know those weird crystals that sprouted all around town?” Nora gestured to one that had popped up in her crypt. A large space was left around it. “If you touch it, that’s what happens. You receive the “blessing” and you become a crystal.”

The world spun and Thea stood unmoving— left-behind. The first time she saw the grainy footage of her bones shattering and fusing together into the hulking frame of a wolf monster, she’d felt much of the same. It wasn’t a new feeling then; every time a ‘bad day’ turned to days and even opening her curtains felt like too much of a chore, time stretched to swallow her. It wasn’t a new feeling now. The only thing that tethered her to reality was Nora, whose contorted face in the painting knotted Thea’s stomach with concern. Nora was hard to read and her painted face was no different; it was the words that Thea clung to. There was no blessing in the world that involved the transformation of the body into other: not a wolf, not a crystal. Thea knew that Nora didn’t adhere to the conventions of normal like she did, nor did Nora seem to find comfort in the idea, but she did understand transformation. “Did it hurt?” She asked, turning to face Nora. “When I…” Thea gulped. She glanced over at Munch, the magnetic programmable clown doll that was not possessed, because ghosts didn’t exist. Her nose throbbed. She glanced around her: all the dust and cobwebs and gray stonework. Finally, she looked back at the painting and into the crystals that couldn’t have literally consumed Nora, because crystals didn’t do that. Well, if they were going to talk nonsense, what did it matter?

“When I transform, my bones snap and my skin stretches and—I don’t really remember it much, mostly I just feel it after, everything hurts and sometimes I just lay down for a few hours waiting for my legs to feel like legs again but—it’s like…” Thea swallowed, searching Nora’s impassive face for understanding. “It feels wrong. When I wake up… My body feels wrong. It feels like something bad happened to me and everything feels wrong. I don’t feel like me anymore, it feels like someone else crawled inside and shook everything up. And just when I start to feel like me again, it happens all over.” Thea pointed at the painting; her grip tightened on the broom’s handle. “W-was that how it felt for you?”

A pause in time to consider the question. Did it hurt? “Yes.” Physically Nora had thought she was dying. She had ripped flesh off her face to reveal crystal underneath. Her body had torn in new ways as the crystals popped through her flesh. It had been brutal and drawn out. Answering the question, did it hurt, wasn’t what it took time to consider. What Nora considered was it didn’t hurt enough to stop. If her mind would remain her own she would touch the crystals everyday for the rest of her life to become that, become her, the portrait on her easel. Or maybe the real pain was emotional. Being given the gift of your dreams with a burden attached to it, too heavy to accept. A carrot dangled in front of her face by a master who wanted a different beast. “It hurt.” Could three words encompass the experience? Could they tie the turmoil up in a nice bow, and offer it as a shared experience? Were words that powerful?

Nora might have gotten lost there, in her own thoughts, had she not offered a shocking new turn of conversation. When I transform. The hair raised along Nora’s arms at the confession. Thea was a shifter? There had always been something animalistic about her scent, but Nora had ignored it. Part of Thea’s job, or something. She was sensitive about her smell, there had never been a reason to ask, but the picture was coming into focus. “You’re a shifter.” There was nothing in Nora’s voice. No judgment. No acceptance. Just the plain neutrality that her monotone always offered. “When the crystals transformed me it was long. I felt like I was dying.” Or had that only been the banshee’s lie that put the thought in her head? “When I turn into a bear, it’s a moment. My body breaks and remakes. Then I’m me again. As a bear.” Nora blinked as she digested the words Thea had offered. “You don’t-” She paused, trying to make sure she had this right. “You make it sound like you don’t remember when you’re shifted? What do you change to?”

“Shifter?” Thea felt the word in her mouth, the weight of each syllable and the curve of her tongue around the sounds. The word was new for her; she assumed--if she was going to assume she was anything--that she was a werewolf. It made sense to her, based on the grainy footage of her sleepwalking camera. Like most things regarding her issue, she didn’t really think about it. “I’m not a shifter,” she swallowed, scratching her forehead, leaving behind pink streaks across her skin. “I’m not a--I’m me. I’m not anything. I’m just me. I’m a normal girl. I’m a normal girl with a little problem.” The broom trembled in her grip, her fingers tight against the plastic rod. “B-bear?” Thea blinked. “Bear?” She asked again, as if the answer could change. She wasn’t a bear, her grainy recorded body was too slim and her mouth too dog-like. She knew there were big cats, like Felix, and now bears? Why had she gotten a wolf? The broom snapped in her hands. “D-do you eat people? Does the bear eat people?”

The conversation about crystals seemed far off. She didn’t know what crystals had to do with Nora--what they had to do with the bear. She wanted to ask how different each had felt; if the crystals hurt but made her whole again or if it was just the bear that did that. Thea couldn’t get anything out but a series of hiccups and gasps. “I don’t remember,” she croaked. “Only a little. Sometimes. But I know…I know because…” Her trembling body didn’t care for the breathing exercises she attempted to employ; in, out, hold, in, out, none of it mattered. Her throat tightened. “...hair between my teeth and blood under my nails and I feel full. Inside. I feel full.” Thea sucked in a quivering breath. “It happens with the moon. I don’t know what it is. I’m normal, I’m a normal girl. It just--with the moon.”

With each stuttering word, and trembling finger Thea seemed to crumble. A shell of anxiety and emotion. Fear radiated off her friend, mixing with denial and apprehension. The broom snapped. A similar sound to her bones, their bones during shifting. Nora blinked at Thea, puzzling through the fractured broken sentences that had yet to shift into something complete. They lay wounded and open between the two of them while Nora waited for their transformation to complete. With each additional statement from Thea a form began to shape and Nora began to understand. Compassion, love or something of the like bloomed over Nora as she saw her friend painted in a new light before her. A girl alone and scared in a world that no longer made sense. A story she thought might be familiar to many of the werewolves she’d met, but they would have to know other werewolves to know it was familiar. With each panicked and hurt word, Nora felt herself become calmer and more resolved. How could she be angry about crystals and the mines in the face of her friend’s turmoil?

Nora stepped forward to her friend who just confessed to have eaten people. To her friend who didn’t want to be stinky. To her friend that had come over to clean Nora’s place because she wanted to. To her friend that had once told her she would die on the hill that nothing is a lost cause. Nora’s hand reached out, gently placing it on Thea’s arm. “You’re just Thea.” Nora confirmed. Because what else did you tell your friend who could turn into a wolf and ate people, but couldn’t remember it. “Normal can be different things. Normal can be turning into a bear or a wolf. Normal can be what we make it.” When Nora had been alone, she wished there had been someone else like her. Someone who ate fear and turned into a bear and could show her what her normal was supposed to be. Nora wasn’t a wolf, but she could make sure her friend knew she wasn’t alone. “You can be normal and the wolf. Just like I’m normal and the bear. We’re just us. You know?”

Thea whimpered, the sound caught in her throat and left a watery sob. Tears stung at the edges of her red eyes and when Nora touched her, the dam broke and they rained down her face. All her life she had wanted to be normal. She was too poor to be like the other girls in her school, her shoes had holes in them and her clothes came down from her older cousins. She was too smart to be average in class, which hadn’t felt like a curse until every hand she raised threw a series of daggers into her back and whispers burning her ears. She liked girls too much to join in on conversations about boy bands and movie star heartthrobs. No matter what she did, she was different. She was born different. Normal could be what they made it; Nora made it sound easy and Thea wanted to believe her. “C-can I hug you?” She sniffled. The second the affirmative left Nora’s lips, Thea threw her arms around her friend and held her tightly.

She breathed in her scent of dust and mold; felt the scratchy fabric of her clothes with dubious laundry schedule; and felt more at home holding Nora than she’d felt under any roof. “You’re a good friend,” Thea whispered into her hair. “I’m sorry I tried to clean your crypt; it’s just you and I like you and I don’t want to clean you up and turn you into something else.” She’d only been trying to take care of her a little but truly, through the fog of her lies, she’d been hoping to make Nora a little more normal and she was sorry for that. “We’re just us,” she repeated, “we’re just us.”

They were a bear and a wolf and somewhere behind them a floating crying clown doll that was definitely possessed, and that was okay. That could be normal. It was only the two of them and their life and it was normal.

#chatzy #chatzy: thea #mtv crypts

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catras-witchy-girlfriend · 2 years

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I'm supposed to be doing other things but FUCK IT CATRA COMES FIRST!!

Okay, okay, okay! So, we're thinking about our f/o (fictional others just in case. 😌) coming to our world, right!?

Now, imagine seeing Catra either at school, or maybe you're walking home, and you stop dead in your tracks. Now of course your brain tries to reason this away, "Holy shit, that's a really good Catra cosplay." You think to yourself or tell a friend.

Then when she notices you she smirks and waves you over thus making you turn bright red. As you trudged up to her nervously you hastily say, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to stare at you like that, it's just...you look exactly like Catra it's almost scary!"

She laughs mischievously and steps up to you just a bit, "Oh, you really think so?"

Her voice sends chills down your spine because, "Yeah, and you sound just like her too..."

She cocks a brow, looking at you bemusedly, her tail swaying behind her, but you still refuse to accept that she's anything but a really clever cosplayer.

Your face flushed once more as you took a step backwards and you squeek, "Okay! Have a good day! Have fun at...uh...whatever you're dressed up for or...just have fun in general-!"

But as you turn away she slides to stand in your way and wraps her tail tightly around your wrist.

The soft fur of her tail, how organically it moves, and the feather like weight to it all point you to the truth, but it's still hard to believe.

"Either you have the most suffisticated mechanical tail in existence or..."

"Finally putting it together, princess?"

The revelation hits you like a brick. Her puffy hair, bright eyes, metal headpiece, soft ears and tail, hardly noticeable tuffs of fur like hair poking through the window in her shirt and the sides of her jaw, "Catra...?"

You hear a low purr rumbling from her chest, but pull away, "No, no, no, no, that's impossible!"

For a moment, just a moment, she almost looks hurt. Weren't you happy to see her? After all she went through to get to you, why are you pushing her away?

But as she notices the way your arms wrapped around each other, and how tightly you closed your eyes, she softened. "There's no other shoe, princess..."

Your eyes snap open wide, "what...what did you say?"

She laughs lightly and gently reaches for your hand, "That's what you said you do right? When something good happens? You wait for the other shoe to drop."

Your face softened. How would she know that? It was true, of course, but only your closest friends and loved ones knew that about you. You've only ever admitted to them your fear of good things, because good things have to end right?

"There's no other shoe," she repeated again and gently pulled you closer. "I'm here, I'm with you, and I'm not going anywhere."

How else would she know? How else would she know these things about you unless, "You're...you're really Catra?"

She looked at you with a coy smile and nodded, and then, she finally got the reaction she had hoped for.

You swung your arms around her, pulling her in tightly and nuzzling your face in the crook of her neck, "How?" You whispered to her, "how are you here?"

Though the memories weren't pleasant, and it was a hard fought battle to convince Adora and Glimmer to let Catra try this, they all knew how much Catra cared about you, so they all decided to work it out together. "Portal."

You pulled back, "but...but I thought the portal didn't work? Didn't you say it didn't work and..." You rolled your eyes with a shake of your head, "and that you almost destroyed reality last time?"

She laughed nervously and rubbed the nape of her neck, "Well...sorta." You laughed, the sound warming her from within. "The princesses helped this time, and...we were finally able to make a stable one."

You pulled her in again and admitted through running tears, "There's still apart of me that's waiting to wake up, that thinks this is just a cruel joke, that you're not really here, but-"

"I am." Catra finished as she placed a soft kiss on your cheek. "I'm here princess, I'm here."

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chibinekochan · 2 years

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My Ghostmate part 6

part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I

Ft. Leviathan

Gender-neutral reader insert

Obey me! Monster tales

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Finally, the day of the premiere arrives. I'm so nervous and have to take many deep breaths to calm myself down. I don't even need coffee to feel awake.

Even Levi is already up and floating about. He asks me the entire time if I have everything and to get him at least tonight's program.

It feels like he is more nervous than I am.

I chuckle because of him a few times. If this production was bigger we might have someone record it for Levi to see but sadly, this is not the case.

"I promise I will do a show of today's events for you later Levi." I smile at him, hiding my pain in front of him. It's not his fault that he can't leave.

"Too bad that there is no merch." Levi sighs.

"Maybe I can play a character that you like in the future." I giggle at the thought.

"That would be amazing. I can already see how you bring them to live!" His eyes sparkle for a moment.

This fills my heart with so much joy.

"In that case, I will do my best!" I fist-pump the air filled with new motivation.

"That's right you show them!" Levi smiles at me.

I wave him goodbye and head to the theater.

This isn't the time to feel down.

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Finally, the time for my performance comes. I use my countless hours of practice and bring the ghost truly to life. Well, the character is dead but my point stands.

Of course, there is one point where my eyes happen to wander over the seat that should have been Levis.

Strangely someone is sitting in the seat, looking kind of nervous. He probably sneaked in. If I wasn't in the middle of the show I'd tell him off, but I have to let it slide today.

The play continues and it's a huge success.

We get a lot of applause from the audience.

I'm very happy about this success.

There is still work to be done like changing and removing my makeup. It's quite a lot and takes a pretty long time.

I hear a knocking on the door. Maybe someone forgot something?

"Come in," I yell.

The door rattles and then opens slowly. The person peeking their head in is not an actor or anyone from the staff.

I stand up, maybe now it's time to use my self-defense training. I glare at the intruder.

"What do you want?"

He just starts crying. Making me feel guilty. Was I too harsh?

"I just really wanted to see your play, but I can't go outside so I ordered pizza and well now I'm in this guy's body but I don't have a clue what I'm doing!" The guy starts to speak fast as lightning but I manage to get most of it.

"Levi is that you?!" I'm baffled, to say the least.

He came for me. I can't help but smile.

"Y-yeah but I don't think I can do this any longer." He looks sick somehow.

"Levi, it's alright, take a deep breath." I try to calm him down. Touching his shoulder.

This makes him panic more and I suddenly feel a cold sensation.

"Oh no, I can't do this again." Levi is bawling and tries to move away from me.

"It's fine, just get us home." I grab the guy's arm.

Feeling the cold sensation once again. It's strange but not as bad as last time.

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When I come back to my senses I am indeed home. I feel somewhat relieved.

I see Levi, semi hiding behind a table. He looks very anxious.

"Hey, there Levi." I stretch.

He looks at me like a small puppy. "Are you okay?"

"Of course, better than ever. Now come here." I wave him over.

He hesitantly comes closer and finally sits down next to me.

"I wanted to thank you for coming today, it meant a lot to me." I give him a big genuine smile.

Levi blushes, playing with his hoodie. "It- it was worth it." He is kinda cute.

I gaze at him. I like him a lot. Sure he is awkward and has strange hobbies but he is a very sweet and caring guy.

"What?!" He looks nervously at me.

"I have just realized that I like you a lot," I say this casually but feel a bit nervous.

Levi blushes so much that he might as well cosplays as a tomato. "Don't make fun of me. You could never like a stupid ghost otaku like me."

"Why not?" I shrug my shoulders, somewhat enjoying his response.

"Because you are so perfect and everything and I'm well, me." He says this at a high speed but yet I catch every word.

"Perfect? Does that mean you like me?" I tease him not expecting much to be honest.

"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm well I mean, I thought that was obvious not that I believe that you would ever like me." He drags his words and half whispers the important part.

"Too bad but you are wrong. Here I'll prove it." I grin at him.

Inching closer towards him, leaving no room for Levi to escape.

Levi is essentially frozen. Usually, he would disappear in a situation like this but now he looks at me like a bunny to a wolf.

I take the chance and close the distance. Feeling extra bold, my lips meet his.

Well, at least I think they do. All I feel is coldness and then I plunge face-first onto the couch.

Levi has vanished.

Just seconds later he screams from the other side of the room."Are you alright?" The boy can be fast if he wants.

"Yeah, I'm fine but this needs some more work." I sigh. This relationship clearly won't be easy.

"Does that mean you want to do that again?" He asks with a shaky voice.

"Kissing you? Sure, if you enjoyed it." I hadn't even considered this until I now mention it.

Levi turns into a tomato once again. "I didn't hate it but I need to prepare myself. If you do this so suddenly I might die." Levi is very sincere about this point.

"Alright, I'll give you a heads up like 30 seconds ahead of time." I hold back a remark of him being already dead.

"That's not long enough. At least a minute or a day or two." Levi bites his lip.

"I don't have that kind of time so a minute it is." I smile at him.

Levi seems a bit unsure but at least he is mostly visible again.

"Now come here, and let's watch anime." This is the way to distract him for sure.

Levi slowly comes closer once the show begins.

He sits next to me like always.

"Head up," I whisper to him. Just planning to kiss his cheek.

Levi blushes. "Impossible!" He then runs off.

Yep definitely needs work. Oh well, I'm patient.

I snicker and continue to watch the show.

Living with my ghostmate, possible ghost boyfriend is pretty fun after all.

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The delivery guy was paid for his troubles and did not lose his job. Though he was slightly confused.

This is the last part

#obey me boys #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me!#obey me fanfiction #obey me #obey me leviathan

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selamat-linting · 6 months

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the last two days are hectic as fuck. i have the morning shift yesterday, but i ended up doing overtime because my prospect is late and a customer of mine forgot her bag so i have to do the after sales service of reminding, waiting, and greeting her with a smile just for picking up the shit she forgot!!!!! at least i end the day with a good sale, but damn was it exhausting.

and to make matters worse, we have a work event and it was done in the morning. like real early 7 am shit. but i have a gig i want to see tonight. the next gig happens in 4 november sure, but im not sure I could attend because my org is planning a protest a week after that and I already missed the one happening in mid october because I agreed to go on a cosplay competition (we got third place btw) and i end up being too exhausted i promptly fell asleep after i went home instead of going to party.

i say fuck it, 24/7 grindset im gonna do both. so after work, i went home only to change my work uniform to a band tee. and then i went and had a great time.

the venue kinda sucked. it was a small cafe behind a university, there was ample space for crowds to hang around and mosh if you remove the chairs, but again, this isn't like the warehouse. smaller capacity, no actual stages, low ceilings, shitty lighting and barely any seats. also the drinks are overpriced. they dont even have space for a merch table or a designated spot for the band's equipment. they just left it laying around in a corner. but i guess thats the charm of smaller shows like this right? i end up having fun anyway.

the setlist was all local bands. the band performed in the one corner they put lights on. people were huddled around in the designated "stage area" and there was balloons and shitty party decoration. completely clashed with the music ngl. but it is amusing to see a bunch of shaped balloons taped to a wall to make the ACAB number. i stayed close to the moshpit, but never actually entering. again, im tired. i just want to vibe and headbang and maybe get some new music to listen to. I saw a guy that I thought was my friend, because he got a similar frame and wore a battle vest. Too bad he's not here. I thought he liked stuff like this? But then again last I heard he was having a little problem with the local punks since his brother accused them of being sellouts for searching for a sponsor to fund a small concert a few months ago. Well, at least I met an acquaintance who used to be in the next town's youth communist chapter. We had a little chat, but I was mostly vibing on my own because I can't hear anything she's saying. At one point, I saw someone who was dancing stop to walk around with his flashlight on, I figured he was looking for something, so without saying I trailed him a bit and lit my phone flashlight to help. The incident was very brief, especially since the crowd wasn't so rowdy. But when it was done, I realized the new song just started, and I'm stuck in the middle of an burgeoning mosh pit. Lol, I never ran so fast like that. Again, I just hang on the edge, enjoying the music and preparing to get tackled and hit by a stray elbow. I'm not in the mood to spin and dance in the center but that doesn't mean I'm not open with a little rough housing. I didn't end up getting hit for the night though. I just got shoved once or twice which is disappointing.

I notice one thing for sure today, men love touching each other up. There was no stage, so the boys there make do by lifting a friend like theyre going to powerbomb them to floor and then running headstart to throw them to the backs of the front row crowd. Some just lift their friends to mimic crowdsurfing even when the ceiling was so close they could have gotten their friends hurt. Friends were teasing each other to start a pit by tackling them hard. The fact that all of the singers manage to avoid all that mess instead of getting themselves knocked on their asses was impressive. The place was small!!!

I had a great time even though I wasn't doing much and I didn't hang around in the afterparty even though my friend was there. I have to go to work on a Sunday!!!!!

Anyway, about my friend, I said she's a former member of the org right? Well, about a year ago she started a feminist advocacy group on her own. Me and my org worked on a couple actions. I asked her how its going because I want them to collaborate with my chapter for the solidarity protest we're planning. Well, turns out she, the founder, have left the org over ideological differences. Said the girls were not radical or in the same political level as she is and she failed to push them farther left. I do a brief check and it's true, it seems like the group have left their political roots and is now more of a literature appreciation society. I don't know if I feel vindicated or i feel bad. on the other hand, we do need a radical org outside of the student cliques. the ones we have now are not enough. so it sucked to see one go, especially one with a feminist focus. yall have no idea how male-dominated political organizing could be sometimes. It really is something that needs to be fixed and i feel like the org she made, despite my criticism, was a good first step to allow women to be more involved in local politics. its good that they exist. but i do feel like saying "i fucking told you so" when she decided hanging out with her friends to make vague statements about female empowerment are more revolutionary than actually campaigning for laws that recognize marital rape and online harassment as a crime. the latter is boring and frustrating but its a good project to work on while we're building a revolutionary party. im sorry real organizing work doesn't have the glamor of being a "sensitive artiste" but im not sorry that your group of "progressive" and undisciplined authors turns out to be chickenshit careerists and influencers. your org doesnt even have the balls to post a happy pride month post on instagram.

And of course, when i asked her if some of her scene friends might want to start a political action again, she kinda looked away, and muttered about how our local culture about avoiding protests and being peaceful is so entrenched and hard to shake off. so i guess she's giving up? rolling my eyes so hard right now. i guess its easy to give up when you can just leave town wherever. but im effectively stuck here for maybe my whole life and i still fucking tried even though this whole endeavor seems a lot like a sinking ship sometimes. Oh well, she'll come back one day. everyone always does.

Ah, enough about her. I have some contacts i havent called and i should focus on that. What is up with the university orgs anyway? A month ago they were protesting local landgrabbing scandals and then the presidential election news happened so now all of the talks about indigenous rights are sidelined for the new nepo baby discourse. honestly im worried that if they stop talking about the land grab cases happening on their own backyards this quickly in favor of the shiny new thing, then how will my org have the power to ask those guys to protest for colonialism happening almost a world away with us? Esp when we're this small

Okay, thats enough, lets get out of my head. I went home without attending the afterparty, i have to sleep fast. I end up passing out at 1 am and waking up at 5 am. I can never get enough sleep i swear to god. I'm heavily considering crawling back to my therapist and asking her for the ssri's and sleep meds again. gastritis and exhaustion be damned, at least i get a full night's sleep. anyway, at least im not late for my job. I even got time to make a casual cute outfit. I wore a tight crop top, a little cardigan to cover my arms, and a high waisted work pants. It's a bit unusual for me since i usually try to pass or at least look butch as much as i can get away with. But I feel girl, so i dress as a girl. I got a lot of compliments both online and offline. Prospective customers flock to me instead of my coworkers in the streets. I mean, i do look good. I'm eating regularly now so i've gotten bigger and i got cute love handles. Recently i got my hair straightened so its not frizzy and wavy anymore. I got a sense of confidence from working in sales and i just have that post-coming out glow. I would personally fuck myself. Huff my own armpits yknow?

Anyway, without revealing too much about my job, its a boring one but its got its perks. my boss was quite nice as well. After the event, we all ate in this chinese breakfast restaurant. I remember that i went at the diner besides that place on my first date with a girl around eight years ago. The food sucked. Bland, flavorless, no broth where they should have been. Overpriced steamed buns with limited fillings. But turns out this other restaurant right besides it have really great porridge and buns. it even have herbal ginger teas. Maybe that date would have lead up to something if only i took her to the right diner. alas, whats done is done. I had fun eating, and my boss paid for it. After that i went home, i need to go to work again at 12 am until 8pm because just my luck, i got the afternoon shift. at least this time when i went home, i manage to get a two hour sleep. Yes im a little bit late for work. I dont care haha. I'm going to spend the next two days chasing my quota anyways when im supposed to be enjoying halloween 😒

#posts about my life #this is my life lol... two or three weeks where nothing happens followed up by three super hectic days #that seems to make up for the day to day boringness #i should be doing more tbh

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big doctor energy (Heroes & Demons, s1 e12)

Yeah, our first holodeck episode + our first Doctor episode! This one is pretty silly but it's a capital-R Romp and I'm here for it.

Once again this is an episode that begins with resource management! One of the things that has been cracking me up during this rewatch is what a hands-on and, perhaps, micromanager Janeway is. She really does love science and is always going on away missions, peeking over people's shoulders, and in this case, beaming aboard samples of "intense photonic activity" to see if they can be used in the ship's power converters. No one seems to mind, but there are presumably some off-screen science officers who are grumpy because they never get to do the fun labwork.

Janeway hair watch - the "bun of steel" has been swapped out for a side-swept French twist kinda thing. It's definitely an improvement, though the twisty parts are slightly fussy and overcomplicated. Damn this woman would look good with an undercut! Anyhoo.

If I were sending the Doctor on a fantastical adventure, would I choose Beowulf? Perhaps not - Hollywood depictions of the "Dark Ages" do little for me - but it's an okay time. I appreciate the inclusion of Freya; shieldmaidens are authentic to early Scandinavian culture if not to Beowulf itself. And I have always enjoyed Unferth as a side villain - he is the ultimate undermining coworker and I love that he has existed in literature for at least the last millennium. We all have our inner Unferth and I think that's fine.

Shame they're not all speaking in alliterative verse, or that the forest looks like no forest that ever appeared in Denmark, or that the Doctor is eating what appears to be a giant turkey(????) leg despite it being pre-Columbian Exchange times, but none of that is the point.

Watching the Doctor laconically roleplay his way through this adventure is, of course, a fun and silly time. He is such a fish out of water and his blunt, uncomplicated responses are all accidental zingers. By the end he has really come into his own and his moment of heroism feels earned, facing down Unferth with the absolute banger line, "The only reason you won't die is that I've taken an oath to do no harm." I wrote big doctor energy in my notes and I think we can all agree with this assessment.

I should probably be mad about Freya getting fridged, but, like, she feels surprisingly three-dimensional for a fictional character? And at the same time, she is an in-universe fictional character and it doesn't matter? It's complicated, since both she and the Doctor are holograms. From where I'm standing, she genuinely had her own character arc and her death felt meaningful on its own terms. I will have things to say later in the series about the Doctor's sexuality, but I don't think I'll say them here.

The Doctor makes peace with the glowing squiggle (sorry, photonic life form) and the captured crew are restored, including Harry Kim in his very cute LARP outfit. I am always here for Harry being the absolute dorkiest of dorks; in this episode he looks like he is cosplaying Bilbo Baggins.

As mentioned in an earlier review, I am an ex-ELCA Lutheran (Lutheranism and I are still pals, we just weren't right for one another) so I was tickled by the Doctor briefly taking on the soubriquet of Schweitzer. I am not culturally Lutheran, but Albert Schweitzer is definitely a big Lutheran hero and gets Lutherans going (other things that get Lutherans going - potlucks, Prairie Home Companion, "A Mighty Fortress is our God").

After watching this episode I went down a Schweitzer rabbit hole and was reminded that, in addition to his humanitarian work, he also wrote one of the important "historical Jesus" books, in which the facts of Jesus's life were reevaluated. It was so interesting reading about his (shockingly recent) rediscovery that early Christianity was basically an apocalypse cult. Schweitzer was down with this, because he thought it was punk rock or something. I find this approach to religion - religion as something that can be analyzed, that is both culturally contingent and, at its nucleus, contains a critique of powerful political and social forces - such a compelling antidote to gray goo evangelism, in which no belief is ever examined. This is not to excuse Lutheranism for its complicity in many shitty things, or to privilege belief over various forms of nonbelief, but the fact is that many of us have a Christian worldview lodged in our brains whether we like it or not, and it helps to spend some time thinking about what Christianity actually is, deciding what we'd like to hold onto and what's better discarded.

Sorry! This isn't a theology blog! I, ah, definitely can't promise I won't do it again.

Hardly gripping television, but a pretty good entry point to a beloved character's journey. 3.5/5 improbably sized turkey(!?!?) legs.

#star trek voyager #star trek #holodeck #emh #not that doctor #janeway's hair #science fiction theology corner

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apompkwrites · 3 years

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reader impact || first meetings: unreconciled stars

series masterlist characters: scaramouche, fischl, mona genre: fluff summary: a game has been released entitled genshin impact, consisting of otherworldly abilities relying on the basic elements of nature. the game follows the story of an interdimensional traveling twin in search of their other half. along this journey, they meet different characters that live in this world. including you. notes: i'm sorry fischl and mona's aren't that good :(( this is actually my first time writing for them but i hope you enjoy <33

scaramouche's playthrough -

oof scara

scara scara scara

this boy hates his chat and at this point they don't care.

it's not like he'll badmouth them, right?

think ludwig.

that's him.

he's a very angy boy please--

as for what he does?

much like childe he'd do a lot of pvp games.

he's not too keen on showing off his personal life.

he prefers that boundary between his viewers and himself, y'know?

he honestly doesn't even understand why his viewers like him.

he knows he's a mean person and yet here they are :/

he doesn't take requests from his viewers he just kinda plays whatever he wants.

imagine his viewers' surprise when they see him streaming genshin--

they asked why a lot.

"it seemed cool."

this man just wants to play some good ol' anime games.

his chat calls him soft and he just glares.

anyway now he's actually playing.

he's not really into mondstadt's characters they're all... okay to him.

he feels a bit better in liyue.

not because it's pretty oh no no no.

because look at all the enemies outside >:))

he'll clear the whole field don't test him.

anyway, now onto the unreconciled stars event :00

this man really doesn't like katheryne--

anyway at this point he's tasked with find fritz, which he doesn't really want to do.

he sees the dude on the ground but that's only after he sees someone standing next to him.

and then he sees someone standing next to him :0

"is the guy on the floor sleeping?"

"i believe so. i've tried everything, but he won't wake up."

he will pause to look at your outfit.

it's so complex but it's so cool!!!

his chat suspects something's up but... he'll just snap at them like he normally does.

but he'll silently admire you <3

also yOU'RE T I N Y ! !

and then paimon points out your clothes and the cameras pans up your body--

"heh... and by "this person over here," you mean me, right?"

he will choose the "those unique clothes are quite beautiful" option in a heartbeat.

he doesn't care that his chat is teasing him, he just wants you to know :))

he's kinda sad when you leave, though...

"please come back soon..."

his CHAT HAS NEVER SEEN HIM SO SOFT BEFORE

skip to a few events later when the constellation is revealed to be leonard's.

the sudden cutscene catches him off guard because he's prepared to fight someone.

"hi! sounds interesting... mind if i join you?"

he won't say anything but he will physically relax at the sight of you.

you make this man soft please--

he's lowkey angry when his character is teleported away from you :(

(name): the sixth of the eleven fatui harbingers

HYPEHYPEHYPE

YOU'RE SO COOL!

of course he doesn't say that but his chat can tell that's what he's thinking.

this man's eyes go wide when you order the fatui around.

please help he really likes you. you're so assertive and cute and cool and just AGH--

fischl's playthrough -

fischl can and will do cosplay streams.

her fans like to watch her because of the "character" she puts up for the camera.

honestly she just does this because she genuinely enjoys cosplaying and bringing characters to life.

oz is the nickname for her pet bird :))

she definitely gets a lot of trolls in her chat that make fun of her for her cosplays and "dumb" way of speaking.

in which case she'll just yell at them using her "dumb" way of speaking.

she really does care about how people see her but her chat comforts her a lot after, so she feels better after a few minutes :))

the games she plays are very fantasy based and take place in worlds that don't exist.

once she gets into a game, she'd pick her favorite character and cosplay as them everytime she streams that game.

sometimes she does sewing streams where she actually makes her own cosplay with her fans.

they like to make it with her if they have the materials :D

genshin impact was a game her fans recommended because they actually want to see fischl cosplay the characters.

they will beg her to do the cosplay creation on stream.

(they defintitely know who she'll choose to cosplay but it's fine)

when she reaches the unreconciled stars event, she's really excited to learn about the fated meteorite granting sleep upon touch.

she's ready to go around teyvat in search of an answer when...

"katheryne! vassal of the immernachtreich, do mine ears deceive me, or didst thou cry out mine holy name in earnest supplication not one moment ago?"

some of her chat is obviously confused by your speech but her long time viewers can understand some of it.

oz, who fischl had brought with her to play, seems excited to see your familiar flying to you :)

fischl is just as excited as he is!!

please you speak just like her and you're voice is so nice and it actually sounds like the developers put thought into what the speech would mean in "proper speech."

"a pleasure to meet you again, katheryne."

YOU'RE FAMILIAR IS JUST AS COOL AS YOU ARE!!

some of her viewers will beg for her to skip through your dialogue.

when she sees those comments, she will purposefully let your dialogue play out, proceed to read out that same dialogue, and respond to you as if she was actually talking to you.

not just to spite them but because it's also a lot of fun for her <3

"it would seem the gods have blessed us with meeting such a well-respected being!"

translation: she's really excited to have met you.

as soon as you spoke she decided she would cosplay as you.

she's already planning out all of the materials she'll need and how much time it would take.

if your familiar is a bird, you best bet oz will be in her photo shoots for your cosplay.

most of the time you're on screen, she'll talk to her viewers about you in her classic chuunibyou style <333

she's really sad when it's time for you to leave :(((

"... goodbye, fischl. you are a good listener. i enjoy chatting with you. to be honest, most of the other adventurers in the guild only ever talk to me when they wanna hear (familiar)'s reconnaissance reports... this little journey we had... it was a great adventure. i'm just sorry that is has to end so abruptly..."

she might cry wait--

she relates to you even more now :(

"ah! what am i doing? i totally broke form..."

you're too cute pleas--

mona's playthrough -

mona does a lot of nightly streams.

it's very rare for you to catch her streaming with daylight.

she likes to share things about astrology while sitting outside drinking something warm.

she'll do a lot of nightly gaming streams as well.

mainly calmer games that people can vibe to in the background.

she prefers to keep her streams lowkey and chill, much like the life she wants to lead.

if only she had the money to do so...

yes, mona is still struggling with money even as a streamer.

she greatly appreciates any donations her fans give to her because she practically relies on them to pay her rent and daily necessities.

of course, it's not like she's completely struggling, just enough to barely get her by.

anyway, her fans ask her about playing genshin impact, inticing her with their talk about the stars and night sky in the game.

she's the type of player to take her time in the environment and take a lot of pictures of her character at night.

she's actually really excited when she hears about this new event centering around the stars and sky :D

soon enough, she gets around to the part where she is need of an astrologist.

she's HYPED to hear there's an astrologist in the game.

"someone looking for me? who is it?"

she will squeal, please.

look at you!!!

your whole design has stars and is space-themed and you're so cute and you're voice is so soothing ! ! !

she really likes listening to you talk about astrology because your voice gets even softer than before.

that scene where you go to the cliff??

please she has that scene as her lockscreen <3

you just look so cool when you start to do your process.

you're so focused and the way they animate your process in the game is beautiful.

and then the fatui harbinger interrupts one of your meetings :00

you grab onto mona's character and teleport away in a cloud of stars and specks of your elemental vision.

she's kinda embarrassed when you scold her about getting involved with the harbinger--

but not only are you really cool and awesome, you're super strong, too!

please be sassy more she really likes how proud you sound :))

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nerdy-simp-7120 · 3 years

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hi! if you're comfortable writing this, could i ask for a scenario? this has been in the back of my head for a while.

what would be the reaction of the brothers + dateables of watching mc play resident evil in the dimitrescu castle? who would be down bad the most

thank you! feel free to ignore this if you don't want to write this ofc

I love this ask (stan tall vampire lady). The only thing is that I accidentally turned it into a “how they feel about the game.” I managed to add in some parts with MC playing as well to make up for it

Update: I literally finished the request yesterday but my wifi went down and I lost everything 😩 😩

I also wrote this in the middle of the night so sorry if there are any errors! Enjoy!

Warnings: cursing.

How the OM! characters would react to you playing Resident Evil (Dimitrescu Castle edition)

Lucifer

Will not care at first

"I hold no interest in such trivial simulations."

His weakness? Being a simp for you.

He decides to look into the game a bit more in private later on.

Will lowkey practice the game

If you ever catch him playing it, do not say anything because he will stop immediately, deny everything, and might not ever do it again

With time, however, Lucifer will come to master the game.

Here comes the showing off.

When you're rambling about the game with Levi, Lucifer will join the conversation and you two will be like "wow, boomer knows something for once--"

Or when you're struggling on a part of the game he will be like, "hand it over"

Before expertly getting through that part.

Can defeat Lady Dimitrescu if you ask him to but be careful cause he might make you beg

sadistic bastard

or you can be a badass and show him your skills

Will be a tad shocked at how easily you handled it but won't let it show (okay Elsa)

Also proud though

Lucifer's internal monologue: “That’s right- show them how it’s done, Y/n.”

Mammon

Scared.

Will watch you play and cover his eyes during every battle

"wHAT IS THAT?!" at everything you come across

I hope you're good at playing one-handed because you'll have to use the other hand to hold his throughout the entire thing

Admires you're bravery but would never admit it

"You were horrible! ...N-nice job beating the game, not that I c-care or anything. You sucked anyways!"

Not even 10 seconds later...

"Can I watch you play again?"

Comes to find that the faces you make are adorable: when you're concentrating on a battle, when you win, find a valuable item, etc

He loves being able to see how you're feeling up close.

If you catch him staring when you take a break or something he'll blush and either ask you if you have a staring problem or that you have something on your face

He may or may not buy cheap merch (a tiny key chain of Lady Dimitrescu or your favorite character) for you, all the while spewing lame excuses

Please bear with him- he's trying.

Leviathan

"YOU ALSO LIKE RESIDENT DEVIL?!?? Ah! I-I mean..."

Congrats, you just found yourself someone to discuss the game with

Is open to cosplay the characters with you

You two will have competitions to see who can beat the game faster.

You both also share theories with each other all the time

Or simply discuss the characters together

He purposefully stays quiet to hear you ramble on and on- dude finds it adorable

You two also sometimes argue debate over a character name or event in the game

Because while you have Resident Evil

He only knows Resident Devil

This is the equivalent of Devilgram and Instagram

I mean

They’re the same,

But a couple things were altered, y’know, to prevent copyright

So yes, there are definitely a few quarrels here and there

But all in all, it’s a fun gamer bud experience

Don’t tell him I told you but he thinks it’s hot when you show off your badass skills in a boss fight

Satan

He plays it on the lowkey.

Not because he’s embarrassed

But because he partially takes his anger out on the characters

During gory scenes, he imagines it’s him torturing Lucifer, fueling his determination to win

A calculated person, Satan is a smart player

But there are times when he’s particularly angry and he becomes a reckless one, jumping into fights impetuously

This is where you come in and beat the enemy for him

He may get angrier, thinking you are underestimating him

But, for the sake of the person he loves, he calms down knowing you didn’t mean to offend him

A small part in the back of his head also admires you for being able to handle the fight a ton better than he did

Congratulations, you just earned yourself the great Satan’s respect (resident evil-wise).

Asmodeus

“Oh my, I never knew you were into such gory games! Does this mean you’re into blood play, because I know many things about--”

He may look carefree on the outside

But on the inside?

Let’s take a look, shall we?

Holy shit

What the fu--

Jesus christ, can you pull a move like that in real life?

He needs to be careful to not piss you off.

If you can handle this, who knows what you could be capable of?

Hold on.

Wait, you look so concentrated

Eeep! How cute!

Anyways, it ends with him snapping a bunch of pictures

Keeps them for himself and may brag to his brothers about how he got some “special” shots of you

Obviously never elaborates on what the special part means to keep his dear siblings on edge because, what the hell, they want to know what these special shots are

Would not play the game because there’s “tOo MuCh BlOoDsHeD”

We all know he’s most likely seen his fair share of bloodshed

“What if the adrenaline gives me acne?”

He’s probably just bad at the game--

Verdict: Asmo is a simp and not afraid to flaunt it.

Beel

...Are you okay?

Do you think about homicide--?

Oh, that lady looks nice.

Huh, she’s 9′6″??

What’s her name? Lady Dimitrescu?

Okay-- WAIT WHY IS SHE TURNING INTO THAT??

Not scared, just a tad bit concerned

Poor Beel, concerned for Lady D :’)

Also, seeing the death’s of Bela, Daniela, and Cassandra hit different

Because he know what it’s like to lose a sibling.

Safe to say he understands Alcina’s pain when she raged about her children being dead.

Also concerned about how the gore could affect you

Because isn’t stuff like this supposed to traumatize humans?

Would support you regardless though

And thinks that you’re really brave for playing the game and still being able to stand strong

On another note, Beel decided to make small flower graves for the three sisters and Alcina because he’s adorable and kind like that

Belphegor

Likes the game but is too lazy to play himself

Regularly watches Satan play (or at least as much as he can before deciding it’s nap time)

I hope you enjoy Belphie using you as a body pillow and watching you play from now on

Makes small comments here and there to help you out

“To your left... Oh, and open the window- yeah, that one.”

Will smirk, impressed, when you deal with the fights and win yourself without his comments.

“That’s my Y/n”

(Sorry I don’t know what else to put for him :’))

Diavolo

“Is this a human trend?” meme

Will watch excitedly and “oooo” whenever you do something cool

Be careful though, because the questions will not stop as you play

“What’s that? I see. What’s it for? How do you win the game? Who’s that character? Why can’t you do this? What about--?”

Diavolo, you’re awesome and all, but please

shush

On the inside, is also one that might be a tad concerned about your mental health because doesn’t that gore traumatize humans?

Wait, you do this for entertainment?

...

Another warning: he will shower you in merchandise from the game

I am not above the fact that this man has a game room

And he will try to master the game

Casually pushes all his paperwork over to Lucifer so he can play Resident Evil

RIP Luci

Unfortunately, Diavolo will have trouble grasping the game and how it works

You will have to explain many things to him

Good luck- he’s a bit of a boomer (but willing to learn) and may or may not get distracted staring at you

But anyways, he enjoys engaging in the competitions you and Levi have

Whether it be playing as well or simply watching

He just loves to see you happy

Barbatos

Oh my, what’s this?

Will watch you play

and constantly criticize how filthy the Dimitrescu castle is

“Do they have any idea how many rats this can attract?”

Barbatos, your weakness is showing.

Seeing you so happy while playing the game helps him relax from his daily troubles tasks

He rewards you with a pat on the head any time you beat a foe

When Diavolo goes over to the HoL or when you come over to play in he silently cheers you on in the background.

Solomon

Yuh

Is educated on the game and knows his shit as the only other human

Maybe knows a bit too much of the game

You will later come to find out that, somewhere in his mass tangle of shady connections, he knows a developer

Might give you tips and tricks to get on higher levels

But never, and I mean never, challenge him like you would with Levi to see who can beat the game faster

Because he will beat you by a seconds on purpose, just to piss you of

all the while doing that dark, shady chuckle

Asshole

But anyways, if you manage to finesse and beat him, he will be

So confused

“I thought I did it all right, what went wrong...?” he thinks to himself.

On the outside, however, he’s smiling

Will hand over some praise to his little apprentice, but if you look carefully you will see a spark of annoyance

We get it Solomon, you’re a sore loser.

In the end, he will still leave somewhat impressed at your skillz

Simeon

w h a t

Is a little scared

“Is this one of them video games you kids play nowadays...? Just kidding. What are you playing-- oh my”

Might try to figure out how to play

But alas,

Simeon is yet another boomer

So he will have quite some trouble even figuring out how to move

And why does he hold the controller like that what

If you’ve seen that one picture of him holding his phone sideways you know what I mean

On another note, if you look through his poem book, then you may or may not find a few poems describing how amazing and badass you looked hustling the entire game

Luke

about to bomb this master hill

No literally is considering bombing the computer or whatever you’re playing on because wHAT IS THAT

He is just

Scared

This will give him nightmares for weeks

Apparently Alcina reminds him of Lucifer so he kinda

Hates her

Says he will protect you

--as he runs out of the room in fear

Irrelevant but the one he hates the most is fetus baby

Michael have mercy on this poor boy--

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wolfstar-in-color · 3 years

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July Colorful Column: Remus is a Crip, and We Can Write Him Better.

There is one thing that can get me to close a fic so voraciously I don’t even make sure I’m not closing other essential tabs in the process. It doesn’t matter how much I’m loving the fic, how well written I think it is, or how desperately I want to know how it ends. Once I read this sentence, I am done.

It’s written in a variety of different ways, but it always goes something like this: “You don’t want me,” Remus said, “I am too sick/broken/poor/old/[insert chosen self-demeaning adjective here].”

You’re familiar with the trope. The trope is canonical. And if you’ve been around the wolfstar fandom for longer than a few minutes, you’ve read the trope. Maybe you love the trope! Maybe you’ve written the trope! Maybe you’re about to stop reading this column, because the trope rings true to you and you feel a little attacked!

Now, let’s get one thing out of the way right now: I am not saying the trope is wrong. I am not saying it’s bad. I am not saying we should stop writing it. We all have things we don’t like to see in our chosen fics. Maybe you can’t stand Leather Jacket Motorbike Sirius? Maybe you think Elbow Patch Remus is overdone? Or maybe your pet peeves are based in something a little deeper - maybe you think Poor Latino Remus is an irresponsible depiction, or that PWPs are too reductive? Whatever it is, we all have our things.

Let me tell you about my thing. When I first became very ill several years ago, there were various low points in which I felt I had become inherently unlovable. This is, more or less, a normal reaction. When your body stops doing things it used to be able to do - or starts doing things you were quite alright without, thank you very much - it changes the way you relate to your body. You don’t want to hear my whole disability history, so yada yada yada, most people eventually come to accept their limitations. It’s a very painful existence, one in which you constantly tell yourself your disability has transformed you into a burdensome, unworthy member of society, and if nothing else, it’s not terribly sustainable. Being disabled takes grit! It takes power! It takes a truly absurd amount of medical self-advocacy! Hating yourself? Thinking yourself unworthy of love? No one has time for that.

Of course, I’m being hyperbolic. Plenty of disabled people struggle with these feelings many years into their disabilities, and never really get over them. But here’s the thing. We experience those stories ALL THE TIME. Remember Rain Man? Or Million Dollar Baby? Or that one with the actress from Game of Thrones and that British actor who seemed like he was going to have a promising career but then didn't? Those are all stories about sad, bitter disabled people and their sad, bitter lives, two out of three of which end in the character completing suicide because they simply couldn’t imagine having to live as a disabled person. (I mean, come on media, I get that we're less likely to enjoy a leisurely Saturday hike, but our parking is SUBLIME.) When was the last time you engaged with media that depicted a happy disabled person? A complex disabled person? A disabled person who has sex? No really, these aren’t hypothetical questions, can you please drop a rec in the notes?? Because I am desperate.

There are lots of problems with this trope, and they’ve been discussed ad nauseam by people with PhDs. I’m not actually interested in talking about how this trope leads to a more prevalent societal idea that disabled people are unworthy of love, or contributes to the kind of political thought processes that keep disabled people purposefully disenfranchised. I’m just a bitch on Tumblr, and I have a bone to pick: the thing I really hate about the trope? It’s boring. I’m bored. You know how, like, halfway through Grey’s Anatomy you realized they were just recycling the same plot points over and over again and there was just no WAY anyone working at a hospital prone to THAT MANY disasters would stay on staff? It's like that. I love a recycled trope as much as the next person (There Was Only One Bed, anyone?). But I need. Something. Else.

Remus is disabled. BOLD claim. WILD speculation. Except, not really. You simply - no matter how you flip it, slice it, puree it, or deconstruct it - cannot tell me Remus Lupin is not disabled. Most of us, by this point, are probably familiar with the way that One Canonical Author intended One Dashing Werewolf to be “a metaphor for those illnesses that carry stigma, like HIV and AIDS” [I’m sorry to link you to an outside source quoting She Who Must Not Be Named, but we’re professionals here]. Which is... a thing. It’s been discussed. And, listen, there’s no denying that this parallel is a problematic interpretation of people who have HIV/AIDS and all such similar “those illnesses” (though I’ll admit that I, too, am perennially apt to turn into a raging beast liable to harm anything that crosses my path, but that’s more linked to the at-least-once-monthly recollection that One Day At A Time got cancelled). Critiques aside, Remus Lupin is a character who - due to a condition that affects him physically, mentally, emotionally, and intellectually - is repeatedly marginalized, oppressed, denied political and social power, and ostracized due to unfounded fear that he is infectious to others. Does that sound familiar?

We’re not going to argue about whether or not “Remus is canonically disabled as fuck” is a fair reading. And the reason we’re not going to argue about whether or not it’s a fair reading is because I haven’t read canon in 10-plus years and you will win the argument. Canon is only marginally relevant here. The icon of this blog is brown, curly haired Remus Lupin kissing his trans boyfriend, Sirius Black. We are obviously not too terribly invested in canon. The wolfstar fandom is now a community with over 25,000 AO3 fics, entire careers launched from drawing or writing or cosplaying this non-canonical pairing. We love to play around here with storylines and universes and races and genders and sexualities and all kinds of things, but most of the time? Remus is still disabled. He’s disabled as a werewolf in canon-compliant works, he’s disabled in the AUs where he was injured or abused or kidnapped or harmed as a child, he’s disabled in the stories that read him as chronically ill or bipolar or traumatized or blind or Deaf. I’d go so far as to say that he is one of very few characters in the Wide Wonderful World of media who is, in as close to his essence as one can be, always disabled. And that means? Don’t shoot the messenger... but we could stand to be a tiny bit more responsible with how we portray him.

Disabled people are complicated. As much as I’d like to pretend we are always level-headed, confident, and ready to assert our inherent worth, we are still just humans. We have bad days. We doubt our worth. We sometimes go out with guys who complain about our steroid-induced weight gain (it was a long time ago, Tumblr, okay??). But, we also have joy and fun and good days and sex and happiness and families and so many other things.

Remus is a disabled character, and as such, it’s only fair that he’d have those unworthy moments. But - I propose - Remus is also a crip. What is a crip? A crip - like a queer - is someone who eschews the limited boundaries placed on their bodies, who rejects a hierarchy of oppression in favor of an intersectional analysis of lived experience, who isn’t interested in being the tragic figure responsible for helping people with dominant identities realize how good they have it. Crips interpret their disabilities however they want, rethinking bodies and medicine and pleasure and pain and even time itself. Crips are political, community-minded, and in search of liberation.

Remus is a character who struggles with his disability, sure. But he’s also a character who leverages his physical condition to attempt to shift communities towards his political leanings, advocates for the rights of those who share his physical condition, and has super hot sex with his wrongfully convicted boyfriend ultimately goes on to build community and family. Having a condition that quite literally cripples you, over which you have no control, and through which you are often read as a social pariah? That’s disability. But using said condition as a means through which to build advocacy and community? Now that’s some crip shit.

Personally, I love disabled!Remus Lupin. But I love crip!Remus Lupin even more. I’d love to see more of a Remus who owns his disability, who covets what makes him unique, and who never ever again tells a potential romantic partner they are too good for him because of his disability. This trope - unlike There Was Only One Bed! - sometimes actually hurts to read. Where’s Remus who thinks a potential romantic partner isn’t good enough for him? Where’s Remus who insists his partners learn more about his condition in order to treat him properly? Where’s sexy wheelchair user Remus? Where’s Remus who uses his werewolf transformations as an excuse to travel the world? Where’s crip Remus??

We don’t have to put “you don’t want me” Remus entirely to bed. It is but one of many repeated tropes that are - in the words of The Hot Priest from Fleabag - morally a bit dubious. And let’s face it - we don’t always come to fandom for its moral superiority (as much as we sometimes like to think we do).

This is not a condemnation - it is an invitation. Able-bodied folks are all but an injury, illness, or couple decades away from being disabled. And when you get here, I sincerely hope you don’t waste your time on “you don’t want me”ing back and forth with the people you love. I’m inviting you to come to the crip side now. We have snacks, and without all the “you don’t want me” talk, we get to the juicy parts much faster.

Colorfully,

Mod Theo

#wolfstar #disability in fandom #disabled remus #crip remus #please write me some crip remus #I beg of you #fandom meta

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iisuya-simps · 3 years

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Hello! May I please request headcanons with the buster bros (+Samatoki? If that’s okay!) with an S/O who is into anime + idol (rhythm) games? Thank you! Hope you’re having a good day/night 💙

A/N: *Rubs hands together* Buckle up yall, this is a long one. I may have had too much fun writing this... :p lol enjoy~

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Ichiro Yamada

Ichiro first saw you at a manga cafe rocking some merch from your favorite game franchise and had to go over and talk to you

he also found out that you're into anime too

he may try and quiz you to test how into games/anime you are

his eyes light up and his heart pounds but he plays it cool

after a long interrogation conversation, he asked if you would meet him back at the cafe next week

he lent you the latest issue of a light novel that you never got around to reading

now he would have an excuse to see you again

a few months later one of your favorite animes was being played in the theatre once so you both went on a date to see it

if its a sappy rom-com he will 100% deny that he cried and brush it off as an eyelash caught in his eye

but he totally did

to be fair you did too

though he may prefer light novels over anime most times

he will totally sit down at watch the new season of an anime you two enjoy together

prepare for a brain malfunction if you tell him you're into cosplaying

"oh yeah I cosplayed them a year ago"

"y-you wouldn't happen to have any pictures, w-would you?"👀"

*cue nosebleed*

"That's it, I've found my soulmate" he says he's kidding but actually means it

ANYWAY

him being a weeb

Ichiro is also well versed in rhythm games

he will tell you if your waifu/husbando is trash or not

you both have your own little superstitions and rituals you do before gacha pulls

you might use a certain finger to click the screen because that's the lucky one

Ichiro turns the volume up and closes his eyes before clicking

"What no way!! CLICK MY SCREEN! YOU'RE LUCKY TODAY!"

"AHHH thank you y/n! Look at them! They're so cute!"

you both marvel over the cute characters

he is totally impressed by the songs you can do on pro/master

"NO WAY A FULL COMBO?!?!! You're amazing!" 😍

he will totally challenge you to see who can get a better score

but you always win

he did come close a few times

but gets flustered and flubs it up at the end when you're watching over this shoulder

he finds it cute when you're humming along to the songs while DESTROYING the beat map

Bonus+

*you unbox a package left on the doorstep to find a scanty cosplay* "Ichiro, what is this?!?" "What? I thought you would look cute in it" ;p "I'm not dressing up as your favorite idol!" "wh- babe why not?!" :"( "ok maybe..."

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Jiro Yamada

Like Ichiro, Jiro is a big nerd too

you two met in a soccer match of all places

you were taking a break during halftime when you quoted a line from some weird obscure anime

"No way you watch ___ too? I thought I was the only one!"

you haven't seen each other before because you're on different teams from rivalling schools

after the game he gives you his number then the rest is history

you two end up messaging each other all night talking about other animes and games you enjoy

he likes sports animes along with action and adventure

you also found out he plays rhythm games too

after a while, he'll invite you over to the Yamada household and show you his collection of light novels and games

"There's more where this came from, my big bro is a bigger nerd than I am."

you'll sit down on his bed and show each other your cards and play a few songs

"Jiro why is your tap sound louder than the music!?!?"

"I need to hear the beats or I'll fail the stage!!"

He might challenge you to see who can get a higher score

you both play on hard

but you're pretty evenly matched

"Haha! That's a point for me, y/n!"

"No fair! I don't know that song very well..."

If you don't have the best gacha luck Jiro will cry with you during your loss

he's not much better...

"NOOOO I PULLED THE WORST ONE"

and because of that, this boy spends all of his allowance on gacha...

"Jiro, don't tell me you actually bought a gacha pass..."

"I SPENT ALL OF MY GEMS TRYING TO GET THEM SO I HAD TO!"

"JIRO!!!"

"Y/N PLEASE, I NEEDED THEM!!" (╥_╥)

Bonus+

"Here Jiro I got you this." He excitedly opens the package. "No way! A ___ Figure??!" "They're your favorite right?" "YESS" He sets the figure down and bear hugs you. "Thank you y/n, I'll treasure this forever!"

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Saburo Yamada

Saburo picked up anime from his brothers

they would all watch action animes together as kids

until Saburo started a fight with Jiro and they tried to one punch each other out of existence

"HEY GUYS CUT IT OUT YOU'RE NOT FRIKKIN SAITAMA"

ahem. moving on...

Saburo is a nerd too

but he may be a bit more casual (in his own way)

he spotted you playing a rhythm game in the corner of the hall during lunch break

"Is that _____? I play ______"

"Oh really? Whos your favorite?"

"What? you like them?!? You have no taste..."

"W-what?! Shut up! their cards always have good stats!"

"But look how pretty this one is!"

you two quickly become friends and meet up every lunch and discuss things like your methods to preserve gems

Saburo likes making charts and spreadsheets to predict what event will be next and what characters are featured

"Haha! look y/n I totally called it!"

He likes collecting cards and comparing the stats

cause that's fun too I guess :/

He must assemble the best possible unit

I can see you two having competitions to see who can get the best score

or who can rank higher in an event

Saburo is very good at analyzing the beat map at first glance

he will also point out patterns he sees to try and help you understand the rhythms

he usually plays on hard and pro

while you do pretty well on normal or hard

he likes a good action/fantasy anime

but he likes sci-fi too

maybe even mystery

he was nervous asking you over to his place to watch anime

because you suggested a slice of life rom-com

does this mean he makes a move or you just watch it together and that's it O_o

Bonus+

"Yes! New high score! Y/n, did you see that?" You giggle. Good job Saburo. You lean over to kiss his cheek then see the smoke coming out of his ears. "Y-y/n!" *blush blush* "Hehe, you're so cute when you're nerding out.

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Samatoki Aohitsugi

Rio invited Samatoki out to a neat cafe because they offered cool exotic blends

When they walked in Samatoki was intrigued spotting your crazy colored hair and tattoos from the corner of his eye

which was weird cause that's not his type

or maybe it was

After ordering the coffee and sitting down Rio noticed that he was distracted

"I see you staring, why don't you go over and talk to her?"

"I wasn't staring! But there's just something about her..."

you were sitting in the corner of the cafe reading manga when he approached you a few minutes later

"uh hey, I like your tattoos"

"Oh thanks! Do you watch___ too?"

*casual panic* "Oh yeah totally, what are you reading?"

You knew he was faking it but continued anyway

"Eh, what's the difference?" 😮 "The difference is--"

He didn't know much about what you were saying but he loved watching you talk about something you were obviously passionate for

through an hour or so of conversation, you realized you both had more in common than you thought

he asked if you would like to do something like this again and gave you his number

You were happy to explain plots of random animes and games to him

Samatoki may not get the appeal but he likes seeing you happy

You go on a few dates and make your relationship official

he's absolutely fascinated by you and your nerdiness

"BABE!!!" "What is it?! Are you ok!?" "I JUST GOT A SSR CARD OF (insert favorite character here)"

Tch, *rolls his eyes. "That's good, right?" "LOOK HOW CUTE THEY ARE!"

he may get a little jealous watching you fawn over you your fav

"Hmmph, why would you want a fictional character when you have a real man right here?"

*author sobs* :")

you let him try a song on normal difficulty

but it is still hard for him

"What the hell! Why are these notes coming at me so fast?!"

He doesn't pick up any manga or light novels

but he likes watching anime with you though

preferably a good action and or adventure one

he may become more interested when the female lead shows up on screen

hey, eyes up here buddy >:(

he won't say it but he secretly likes romcoms

maybe cause Nemu used to watch them growing up

I can see him getting so invested he'll yell at the characters

"Are you stupid?? She's trying to confess to you! Moron..." he huffs

(he does this with cooking shows too)

Bonus+

"Samatoki come on! The next episode of ___ is airing! You rush into the bedroom. "Hey, have you seen my pho-" "Shut up, I'm trying- to win." You laugh hysterically at him stealing your phone to get a full combo. "You got this babe, I believe in you!"

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Thank you for reading!

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kelieah · 4 years

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british people be like (tom holland x reader)

summary: you make tom duet the “british people be like” tiktok

warnings: fluff, language

edited: ommgm there’s only so many different types of words i could use for laughter, sorry if this is badndfjknf

a/n: i love this tiktok so much LMFAAOOO like imagine tom reacting to this

the tiktok

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Your eyes crinkle and your stomach tightens from laughing so hard at this tiktok you just watched.

You calm yourself down and watch it again, wheezing loudly. “Fuck, I can’t,” you clutch your stomach and continue to laugh.

“Jesus darling, are you alright? Sounds like someone is dying in here,” Tom walks into your room, well technically his room, and leans on the doorway.

Your laughter dies down and you wipe away the small tears at the ends of your eyes. You breathe out and look at Tom to see his confused expression.

He tilts his head and you stand up, but fall to your knees laughing harder.

“Damn! Did you show her your dick mate?” Tuwaine calls out.

You gasp for air and lean against his bed, “Shut up!” Tom huffs and walks over to you, sitting down. “Well? What’ so funny,” he chuckles, helping you up.

You lean against him, finally calming down and inhale deeply, “I was watching a tiktok video over and over, and it reminded me of you all.”

He hums slowly, “I wanna see,” he presses a couple of kisses against the side of your face.

“Mmk, hold on,” you lean over him and grab your phone.

“I thought I was the only one who could make you laugh like that,” he pouts, running his hands through your hair.

You lie across his lap and shrug, “You thought wrong,” you open up tiktok on your phone.

You click on the video and show Tom, looking up at him every now and then to watch his reaction.

You begin to giggle as you notice him starting to laugh. You both watch it again and start laughing even more, “We don’t sound like that!” he defends himself and everyone else.

“Bullshit, that’s exactly how you all sound!”

“God her laugh makes things 10 times funnier,” he leans back, shaking his head.

Suddenly as if a lightbulb flicks on in your head, you quickly look at Tom with a mischievous grin. “Babe.”

“Yes love?” he chuckles, the tiktok repeating in his mind.

“You have to duet this video and repeat after her. Since you claim you don’t sound like that,” you sit up, biting your lip to conceal your excitement.

“No, I don’t need to prove you shit,” he scoffs making you roll your eyes.

“Please, I’ll do whatever you want tonight,” you beg which made him smirk slightly, reconsidering.

“Fine.”

“That was easy,” you click away and hold the phone up to Tom, already feeling a fit of laughter coming on its way.

You begin to record and listen to the girl, “British people be like it’s chewsday innit?” she snickers.

You glance over at Tom who couldn’t help but crack a smile, “It’s Tuesday isn’t it?” he says quickly, his accent similar to her mockery.

“It kinda sounds the same,” you shrug, making him look at you offended.

“Not really,” he huffs and crosses his arms.

You shake your head and continue the video, “British people watching Spider-Man be like Peta Paka,” she hangs her head in laughter.

“Peter Parker,” he says looking at you, he notices you stifle a laugh and throws up his arms in disbelief.

“You do! I swear,” you sass, making him pull you closer and tickle your sides. You stop recording and squirm around, “Tommy! S-Stop! I’m sorry!” you cry out.

He stops, placing his chin on your shoulder, “Now be quiet and let’s get this over with already,” he sighs longingly.

You press record once again and watch the girl, “British people be like can I get a boao of wooa!” she wheezes, making the both of you laugh.

He furrows his brows, “Can I get a bottle of water?” You giggle, and he groans, “I don’t-”

You cut him off and press record once again, “British people get mad and be like are you facken schewpid,” she cries out in laughter.

“Are you fucking stupid?” he retorts, making you both burst out in laughter. You lean on him and he throws his head back, laughing more.

“A-are yew fakin stewpid, g-god that’s priceless,” you wipe away a fake tear making him snort.

You slap your knee and laugh harder, “Shut up!” he covers his face groaning.

“L-last one,” you breathe out and press the red button.

“British people getting stabbed be like, oit there mate, bit rude to put that knoife in me chest innit?” she weeps, falling back wheezing.

Tom stumbles over his words, “O-Oi there mate, bit rude tom put that knife in my chest isn’t it?” he falls into a fit of laughter.

You squeal, sliding off the bed laughing harder than before. He places his hands on top of his face and snickers.

“I’m posting this,” you breathe out, sitting back up and edit the video a bit.

“Bit rude to put that knife in me chest innit,” he shakes his head, giggling.

“This dahling, is why I love your accent,” you look up at him and wink.

“Oh fuck you, darling.”

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dragon-kazansky · 3 years

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Purple is a good a colour | Helmut Zemo

Requested by @anteroom-of-death

I changed your request a little bit because I didn't know how to make the whole prison guard thing work into it.

Implied smut. Mostly just build up.

There was something Zemo wanted to do. A little idea that had come to him a little while back. Normally he would never do this, but due to your obsession with the character, and the fact he honestly looked the look, he would do this for you.

You weren't home right now. You had taken a walk, as you did most days, so this allowed him time to prepare.

Maybe it was the colour purple that you like so much. All the interesting villains seem to wear purple in some aspect. Perhaps that why you were so lured to him.

He chuckles at the thought, doing up his vest. He admired the pattern in the mirror. He actually looked really good in it. Grabbing the jacket, he tugs it on.

This was many layers to remove later, but he was sure you would have your fun with it.

He straightened out the collar and heard the door open downstairs. You were home. He did one final check in the mirror and went to sit on the end of the bed, feet crossed at the ankles, hands intended in his lap.

You would come up sooner or later.

It was quiet for a few minutes, and then he heard you call his name. It was obvious you were looking for him. He chuckled quietly to himself.

"Helmut?" You were just down the hall. "Hello?"

"In here, my love."

You push open the door, prepared to say something, but all words are caught in your throat as you stare at the sight in front of you. You blink a couple of times as you take in what you're seeing.

"Is that-?

"Do you like it?" He grins, opening his arms a little, showing off the outfit.

"That's... that's the Master's suit from Doctor Who." You look him up and down.

"Yes. It is. Trailer made, by the way."

Of course it was, why wouldn't it be? Zemo would want it to be perfect on him. You rolled your eyes and chuckled, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Why?"

"You like him don't you?" He asks, eyes narrowing slightly.

"Well, yeah. He is one of my top characters from the show. Why are you cosplaying him?" You laugh softly.

"Because I thought you would like it."

You walk a little closer to where he is sitting, smiling softly. You look him up and down once again.

"You do look really good."

He looks at you smugly, you're close enough he could grab you and pull you into his lap, but he doesn't. He just watches you, lips curled upward. There's a mischievous glint in his eye.

"You're missing one little thing," you say, standing between his now open legs.

"What is that?"

"Well, at the end of the series, he was this really attractive beard. Kind of suits his mad man persona." You reach out and place yours hands on either side of his face. You caress his cheeks gently. He smiles under your touch.

"Perhaps next time I'll get it right."

You smile and lean in really close. His hands raise and loops around your waist. He pulls you in closer. You kiss him softly, hands wandering down his neck to his chest.

Purple was definitely his colour. God, he looked so good in it. You push the jacket from his shoulders. He only let's go long enough to take it off, his hands returning to you right after. You toss the purple coat to the side and straddle his lap.

You lean back and trail the row of buttons down the vest. You nibble at your lower lip as you do so, moving your finger slowly. Zemo watched your hand with curious dark eyes.

You pop a button. His eyes flicker back up to yours, smirk tugging at his lips still. You pop another, and another. You do it slowly, drawing it out. When the last button is open, you leave the rest sitting there, trailing your hand over his shirt.

"You know, there is one specific thing you have in common with that version of the Master that I love. Other than the fact you both look so good in purple," you say, looking up at his face.

"What is that?"

"Your eyes. You both have stunning dark eyes."

The way he looks at you, it's so soft and gentle. There seems to be a little surprise on his face. He hadn't been expecting you to say something so lovely.

You push the vest off him the rest of the way and toss it to the side.

"I feel bad undressing you. You looked rather smart in that suit."

"Oh, I put it on with the intention of you taking it off," he chuckles.

You give him a little kiss.

"You're keeping it, right?"

"That was the intention."

"Good. My very own Master."

"Careful, my dear. You might have started something we can't go back on."

You grin at him.

"Maybe I like that idea."

He pulls you right down against him, kissing you in a much more hungry manner than before.

You push him back so he lays back against the bed. You sit up and look down at him, slightly flushed.

"There is one person I love more than the Master though."

"Who is that?"

You chuckle.

"You, silly. My handsome Baron."

He smiles up at you.

"That's the right answer. Now, are we keeping these on, or are these coming off too? It's not that I don't love your compliments, but these pants are becoming quickly uncomfortable."

You grin.

"I am aware. I can feel it," you tease him.

Zemo pulls you dow to him again to kiss you. It was going to be a long night.

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midorisudachi · 3 years

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“Fan Art Friday” has arrived once again!

Here is the last pair of my Akatsuki duo series! Though Tobi & Zetsu are not actually a duo/partners. They operate on their own. (However, Tobi DOES pair up with Deidara for a while. I love how he totally annoys the hell out of Deidara. The interactions between the two are hilarious!) Tobi was actually fun to draw, especially what he wears underneath the Akatsuki cloak/robe. For those of you who haven’t seen Shippuden or finished it yet, sorry about the spoiler (what Tobi looks like underneath the mask), but I figure mostly everybody [who is a Naruto fan] has seen the entire series. I just wanted to draw part of his face instead of just his mask.

MORE SPOILERS (for those of you who haven’t finished Shippuden, read no further!!!!): While Tobi (Obito!) is full of anger, pain, & hatred – and he committed quite a few atrocities – I also wanted to symbolize the softer side of him that he buried: the photo he is holding. The reason why he decided to go along with Madara’s Infinite Tsukuyomi plan: Rin, who haunted him since he witnessed her death. I know in the manga & show that Rin did not give him a photo of herself, but using my “artistic licensing”, I pretended that he did get a photo from her when they had been Team 7. On the top of the photo, it says “To Obito”, and on the bottom is the little heart with her name. I also had to add the the creepy God Tree & Infinite Tsukuyomi moon as well.

END OF SPOILER!

On the left of Tobi, it says “Kamen No Otoko” (Masked Man) on the left, and his name to the right.

Now, as for Zetsu…I didn’t really know what to do with that weirdo! Lol! So I made him look rather insane. I was totally laughing as I drew him. On the left side, it says “Kuro Zetsu” (Black Zetsu) and “Dokuzetsu” (Wicked Tongue). On the right, it is “Jouzetsu” (Chatterbox) and Shiro Zetsu (White Zetsu). He is definitely the weirdest & creepiest out of the Akatsuki! He makes me think of a Venus Fly Trap (even though Naruto called him "spiky aloe vera bastard", LOL).

Now I have got to figure out what fan art to create for next week!

Please check out my other Naruto fan art in my gallery. Thanks in advance to all of you who like and share my artwork here on Tumblr. (Please do NOT repost or share this off of Tumblr. It’s always good to ask the artist’s permission!)

Drawn with a mix of Sakura Pigma Micron pens (black) & PandaFly Micro-Line pens (dark grey). Copic Marker for all the red.

Notes on Life: It’s already September! Happy September! This year going by way too quickly, in a scary way. Slow down, Time! The fact that we are already in the last 1/3 of the year? Wow. I am so not ready for this! I have a lot of things to do this month & it’s been stressful…things keep piling up on each other! At the same time, I’m also working on new Cyberpunk cosplay; I’ve been cutting out patterns. Working on cosplay keeps me sane…it keeps my mind off of things. Same with artwork…it takes me away on a mini-vacation & keeps invasive & pesty thoughts away. Listening to music while I work on cosplay and art also helps. I also have to keep sane for my son. He’s my little love and the recent change is really affecting him, so I have to be strong to keep things together. He really loves to draw as well (mostly Minecraft) and I am happy he loves to cosplay with me. He’s been wearing the mock-up Cyberpunk helmet I will be creating for him. (I cut the pieces out of EVA on Thursday evening & night.)

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you-cant-spell-subtext-without · 3 years

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The Adventurous Eaters Club

Hi buddies! Welcome to the first post of yet another project I have chosen to take on because I apparently don’t enjoy sleep in any form.

To make this even more FUN, let’s do a THING (just in time for #RACultivatingKindness and the Random Acts Food Equity initiative)

One hundred percent of author proceeds from Misha’s cookbook go to charity, including the following: The Edible Schoolyard The Garden School Foundation Whatcom Farm-to-School Fund

One week after each blogpost I do for this little adventure, I will count up the notes on that post and donate $1 per note to one of the above, or to @randomactsorg.

If you make a donation to any of these (in any amount!) or buy Misha’s cookbook and send me the receipt in my asks I will match your donation AND you can pick the next thing I cook!

[I say this like I have clout here, but hey why not feed some people, do a little good, and make this interactive!]

With all the preliminaries aside, let’s cook some chicken, under the cut!

(warning: the photos below the cut contain pictures of raw chicken in case that is a “ew” trigger for anyone. just warning ya)

Mix ‘N’ Match “Fried” Chicken (page 169)

This is a baked fried chicken tender recipe with three different spice mixtures (for those with children, the intent is to introduce them to diff flavors and also make them less fearful of food with ‘specks’ (or speckles, as L calls them)).

**The first thing I said reading this was “Dammit Misha! Am I just casually supposed to own a meat mallet?” (does everyone? have I missed out on the meat mallet trend? fallen behind the curve of cool culinary utensil ownership? *hangs head in shame*)

First things first, I’m going to go rogue and tell you that after you cut your chicken breast into tenderloins (or open the package of pre-cut ones), you should salt your meat for at least an hour before cooking it.

Like so:

pre-salting meat allows it to be seasoned from the inside as well as the outside (the salt will absorb), and also helps lower the risk of overcooking. I promise it makes a HUGE difference.

While the chicken is salting, set up your dredging station.

This is the point in the process where I realized I am out of eggs. However, I did have the following substitutes: 1. mayo and 2. half and half. So what did I do? I mixed them (Misha I’m SORRY).

I am also sorry to you who is reading this post for having to look at photos of mayonnaise and half and half on this fine day.

But! this does work in a pinch. You basically need something runny enough to dip but thick enough to stick to the meat.

Also, here is another place Mish and I diverge - he kept the “wet” pan as a single one on the station, but I know how messy I am (in both cooking and life), and due to there being three separate spices in the recipe I divided it into three, so as not to mix it.

[somewhere Jake Abel has been summoned to make a few, um, jokes about this...composition]

Next, the “dry” station - i.e. your flour/spices. The book uses pie pans for all of this, I - a prepared individual who did not assess not having ANY uniform cookware before starting this cooking blog journey - only had one pie pan, so these are what I used:

team free will 3.0

here they are with spices for each separate one. do not fear the cinnamon. I too, was once afraid. trust me when I say you will no longer be shackled by your doubt once you have tried this.

also, I went rogue again on the last spice mixture which should just be paprika but I did not have paprika (OP check your pantry before you do the next installment of this challenge), so that is the combination I recklessly replaced with it (and I recommend it!!!).

spices plus flour plus salt (for the love of Jack always add salt at each step, I cannot re-emphasize enough that this is so very important, like Sam and Dean hotel room warding important).

Mix ‘em up.

sigh I can already tell my colors will not be as vibrant as the book’s (I know you, you’re thinking ‘OP you just mixed mayo and half and half, and THIS is the crime you are sad about?? but. here we are).

Next, Misha says to wrap your chicken in plastic wrap.

no, I don’t know why mine is green. let’s pretend its for Soldier Boy.

time to use the meat mallet which I do not have. however, in a pinch - a cast iron skillet will do. (the book also very much advocates for owning one of these and I too am a Cast Iron Truther. the only pan(s) I use).

meat mallet cosplay.

now,“smash that meat until it’s 3/4 of an inch thick.”

this takes approximately 30 seconds to a minute with the cast iron (longer if you have pent up aggression). it’s not a REQUIRED step, but nice for an even cook.

take your flat chicken and start dredgin’ - flour first, just a thin coat

on each side

now take it for a trip to the half and half mayo hot girl summer pool party (or, if you are a real adult unlike yours truly, the eggs you have and previously whisked together for your “wet” pan)

[stop that thought this is a blog for a children’s cookbook]

let the excess run off before sticking this back in the dry mixture for a second coat, then put it on your pre-greased pan.

like so.

what my kitchen looked like at 1:00 a.m.

final touch = the moment I knew Misha, Vicki, and I were kindred spirits as I too like to drizzle melted butter over everything and anything.

drizzle this liquid gold on top of each piece and

pop those babies in the oven at 350 for 20-30 minutes while you write bad fan fiction sentences (well, what I did then anyway)

then slice ‘em up and put them on this plate.

Yes I added popcorn for garnish as a treat.

My colors as predicted are not as good as the professional food photographer’s Misha’s:

But the flavors were definitely there!! Especially the cinnamon. Would 10/10 recommend.

Happy cooking! Asks are open if you have questions or want to yell at me about the mayo thing. SORRY AGAIN OK

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