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ruh--roh-raggy · 2 months

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To Be Human (Monster! William Afton x Fem! Reader Beauty and The Beast AU) - Part I

Hello hello! First and foremost I would like to wish a huge belated Happy Birthday to my dear friend @yellowbunnydreams this whole AU is dedicated to her 💜💜💜 If you like princesses and castles and ball gowns and Will being a giant fucking monster definitely give this a read, I think this story is going to be very fun! If you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know!

WARNINGS: Mostly plot/set up, Will's kind of a dick, kidnapping I guess but not really, it's a Beauty and The Beast AU there's going to be some underlying themes of Stockholm syndrome if you squint. Not proofread, sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes!

You can find my Masterlist here!

Word Count: 2,849

Part II (TBA)

You squeezed your legs harder against your horse’s sides, promoting him to run as fast as he possibly could. Tears sting your eyes as you race through the forest, sharp branches snapping at your face, your haste not allowing you time to care about watching out for them. The heavy gallop against the damp, muddy earth, quickly turned into loud, clattering hooves that fell against the cobbled path that formed at the opening of the tree line. The dark castle twisted up into the black sky, its gnarled, jagged appearance not much different than the branches that tangled the perimeter of the clearing. Your body instinctively jolted as a loud clap of thunder rang out across the courtyard, a crack of lightning illuminating the night. You found a small spot of shelter to tie up your horse, pulling the hood of your cloak as far forward as an attempt to stop the rain from pelting you in the face. You were already soaked to the bone, your dress clung to your body, your hair fell in long stringy tendrils across your face. You hurried up to the large castle doors, having to throw your full weight against it in order to get it to move. The creak that came from the ancient hinges was nearly deafening as it echoed through the grand foyer inside. “Father!” You call into the pitch black room, barely being able to make out the shape of the grand white marble staircase that took up a large portion of the space. You hurried inside, pushing the door shut behind you with a strangled groan. You knew what you were doing was dangerous, being so careless left you with a major possibility of losing your life. Your father had been taken captive by the tyrannical monarch who resided in this palace. “Please, answer me! Where are you!” You continued to call.

At this point you didn't care about what could happen to you, you were more concerned about what had happened to him. You raced up the stairs, nearly slipping in the water that streamed off your body, leaving small puddles in your wake. You continued to call out for him as you ran through the halls, your voice echoing off the grand arched ceilings. You hear someone shout your name from deeper inside, your head snapping in the direction of a door you hadn’t noticed. You ripped it open to reveal a winding stone spiral staircase that seemed to lead up impossibly higher into the castle. The heavy wrought iron handle slammed against the wooden barrier, the loud bang echoing through the halls. You could hear thunderous footsteps hurrying in your direction, someone was coming. You hurried in the direction of your father's voice, your hands wrapping around the thick metal bars as you saw a cell with a single candle inside. He calls your name again, this time in a soft harsh whisper. “What are you going here? Leave before he finds you.” His eyes darted down the stairs. “My darling girl, I love you too much to have you resolved to a fate like this. Leave me, take care of yourself.”

“I'm not leaving here without you.” Your voice trembles as you speak.

“You have to, if he catches you I'm not sure either of us will survive.” He explains quickly. “Go.”

“So, this is your insolent little brat.” A voice growls from the darkness.

“Your Highness she came-”

“I don't believe I ordered you to speak, farmer!” The voice snarls. “I thought I was being generous, allowing you to pay off your debt for stealing from my prized garden. Now you're responsible for another trespasser.”

“I'm here to take his place.” You step in front of your father, blocking him from the Monarch's view.

“Absolutely not-”

“This is your last warning farmer, step out of line again and it'll be your head.” He snaps. “Now, as for you.” You could feel him sizing you up despite the fact you couldn't see him. “You want to take his place, hm?” Your eyes widened as he stepped into the dim light. You scramble back, his monstrously tall form too close to you. A white linen shirt stretched tight across his broad shoulders, thick, light brown fur streaked with grey flowed out of its deeply plunging neck. His fingers were tipped with sharp, black claws, fur matching his chest seeming to cover every exposed area of skin. Long ears swooped towards the back of his head, tied at the nape of his neck like a ponytail. The soft rounded muzzle of a rabbit was a stark contrast to the intimidating energy that rolled off of him in waves. Darkly lined silver eyes studied your much smaller form from his towering advantage. “Your father promised me servitude for the rest of his pitiful life just so I wouldn't take it away from him, is that something you're willing to give up?” His eyes narrowed, you swore you caught the faintest sight of sharp canines situated behind his squishy nose.

“If it means you'll let him go, then yes. I'd do anything.” You make your best attempt at sounding strong, you could see from the sneer that stretched across the creature's face that it wasn't working. He scans over your shaking form, your hands balled into tight fists at your side.

“You're free to go, farmer.” He quickly takes the heavy wrought iron keys from his very pocket and tossed them at you. You yelp at the sudden action, stepping to the side and letting them whizz past you and clatter to the floor. “It’ll be nice to have a new pet around for a change.” He spits before turning in his heels and disappearing into the darkness. The moment he was out of sight you scrambled for the keys, slotting them into the lock and ripping the door open. Your father crushes you in a hug, cradling your head against his chest as you break down into tears.

“I'm sorry, you got into this mess because of me and I am so sorry.” His voice cracks as he attempts to comfort you. “I'll bring others, we’ll get you out of here, you just need to buy yourself some time.”

“I'll be okay.” You sniff, wiping harshly at your eyes. “You just focus on getting out of here and back to town, but do not come back with the others.” You lower the volume of your voice, attempting to check around for the beast that lurked effortlessly amongst the shadows. “I will find a way to get myself out of here. It's too dangerous for anyone to come save me.”

“I'm not going to leave you here with that monster.”

“You don't have a choice.” Hearing you say this out loud, your father knew you were right. “If we disobey him, he would kill us both before we even had a chance to argue. Now come, I brought Etienne, he should have enough strength to get you to the next village from here.” You tried your best to remember the way you had come, winding up getting stuck at a few dead ends before finally stumbling into the massive foyer once more. You both looked around, the beast was nowhere in sight.

“Come, if we hurry we can get out before he-”

“Now, now.” Your blood ran ice cold at the sound of the voice. “You've both made it so far, I'd hate to have to take drastic measures.” Your breath caught in your throat as he dragged a long claw across your neck, pausing over your pulse. “Leave this place and never come back. If you do, I'll kill her and make sure you're not around long enough to tell about it.”

“Go.” You locked eyes with him, both of you understanding the severity of the situation in an instant. You stood deathly still as you watched your father slowly descend the stairs and slip out into the storm.

“Such a shame.” His claw leaves your throat, his hand harshly squishing your face. “You really are a pretty little thing. Now, you're going to be stuck here, withering away until you're nothing but an old crone.” He chuckles as he pushes your face away with his thumb. “Pathetic.”

“What are… what are you going to do to me?” You stutter.

“There's a lack of good company in this castle.” Your eyes trained straight ahead as you listened to him pad slowly behind you. “Your job is to sit there and to not get yourself into any more trouble.” He says sternly. “When I've determined whether or not you'll be of any use to me I’ll give you a more specific set of tasks.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then I'll kill you.” Tears welled up in your eyes at the thought. You stared at the door, a million thoughts racing through your head. ‘Maybe if I ran I would be able to get enough of a head start to make it out.’ You jolted as a warm, soft hand wrapped around your wrist. “I wouldn't act on whatever idea is rattling around in that head of yours.” His lips pulled back into a snarl, now giving you a much clearer view of the sharp canines that filled his mouth. “The more you struggle and resist the harder this is going to be for you.”

“So you're just going to keep me as your prisoner until I die alone in that cell?” You spit at him.

“Oh, that all depends on you, my dear.” A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, sending a shiver down your spine. “If I hadn't caught your father stealing from my prized garden with his filthy hands neither of us would be in this mess, now would we?” He grabs you harshly by your shoulder, dragging you up the hallways behind him. “If you want to take the place of a thief you are to be treated like a thief. You can either behave and accept the consequences and make your time here much easier on yourself or you can scream and cry and carry on like I'm expecting you to do. But trust me sweetheart, I am not a very patient man, it would do you well to be in your best behavior if you want to continue to have any hope of ever getting out of here alive, do I make myself clear?” You're roughly shoved to a stop, your shivering form now standing in front of the same dimly lit prison cell that had previously held your father. You stumble slightly as he shoves you inside, the door slamming loudly behind you.

“I'll bring you a meal in the morning, until then I don't want to hear a sound out of you.” He gives you a warning look before slinking into the darkness. You stood in silence, the only sound came from your shaky breath bouncing off the walls. The slow squeak of the hinges closing on the door below signaled that you were left alone. You took a few steps backwards, your shoulders bumping into the wall before you slowly slid to a sitting position. A steady drip of water splattered against the floor overhead, the soft squeaking of the rats that poked around curiously just outside of your cell made your skin crawl. You were in a complete state of shock. Just this morning you were harvesting berries from the garden to make preserves for the market in town, now you weren't sure if you would ever see the light of day again. What felt like days had passed when in reality it had only been a couple of hours. You huddled into the back corner of your cell as you heard the door open once more. You perked up at the sound of two voices you didn't recognize bickering from the stairwell below.

“I cannot believe he would do something so… so… revolting! To lock anyone away up in this old tower, especially a lady-”

“Sunny, you're acting like His Royal Highness is some sort of lap dog. Just be happy she’s still alive. The last time someone stole from his garden it didn't end up nearly as pretty.” Two tall figures stepped into view, the hallway too bright for you to make out any defining features. “oh, look at her, the poor thing is terrified.” The female voice of the pair coos.

“Honestly,” her male counterpart snaps, “for a king he has absolutely no manners!” A heavy key is slotted into the lock, the door quickly opened as one of the figures steps inside. Long white sleeves billow down his stick thin arms, a red velvet vest embroidered in gold thread molded perfectly to his torso, a pair of striped pants in matching colors ballooned at his ankle. Golden points whirred around your saviors face, a permanent smile carved into the features of what you were assuming was a mask. “My dear girl, are you alright?” He cautiously offers his hand to you, not wanting to startle you by moving too quickly.

“Who-” your brow furrowed as the second figure stepped into the light. You're met with the sight of a long snout tipped with a shiny black nose, her long, multi-colored hair tied into a long braid down the middle of her back. “Who are you?”

“My name is Sundrop,” the jester smiles warmly at you. “And this is Roxanne.” He motions to the wolf behind him. “Before we get ahead of ourselves, what might your name be? Our lovely little captive.” He helps you to your feet, Roxanne keeping her distance from you as you mumble out your name in response to Sundrop’s question.

“You do know you're going to get in a lot of trouble if you take her out of here, His Majesty is not going to be pleased.” Roxanne shoots Sundrop a warning expression.

“And when did you become so uptight? You're really going to let her freeze up here just because he's having a bad night?” He argued with her.

She sighs, shaking her head in response. “No, no that wouldn't be right.” She picks up the candle, holding it out in front of her to light your path. “Let’s bring her to Moon, he’ll have a better chance of keeping her hidden until you can figure out a plan to explain yourself.” You found yourself tucked safely in between the two of them, both of them surveying every darkened hallway and slightly ajar door as they led you through the empty castle halls. You eventually came to a stop in front of a wooden door that looks no different than the other hundred you had already passed. Roxanne reaches out, softly tapping against the barrier with one of her claws. There was a loud crash, followed by some muffled cursing as whoever was inside made their way over.

“Roxanne, I thought I specifically told Sun-”

“I know you're busy, but this is urgent. Your brother,” she shoots an accusatory look towards Sundrop, “has decided to get himself directly involved in the King’s affairs.” There was a tense silence as Sundrop stared back at whoever was on the other side of the door, still blocked from your view.

“You can't be serious.” The voice sighs before letting out a small sound of distress. “What was it this time? Knocked over one of the busts in the hall? Trying to get back at him for calling you unfunny-”

“That has nothing to do with it and you know-”

“Gentlemen!” Roxanne cuts off the argument before it has much of a chance to get started. “You can fight later, it's only a matter of time before he figures out that she's left her cell.” The hidden figure clambered into the hall, paling when he saw you standing alongside the others.

“You took one of his prisoners?” He whispers harshly in Sundrop’s face.

“I am not just going to leave a poor young woman up there to freeze to death. I will do whatever the King asks of me but I will not let him torment an innocent bystander.” He instantly rebuttals. “He’ll come around, I just need to warm him up to the idea.”

“Or he'll dismantle you the moment he gets his paws on you.” His brother scoffs.

“Moon, you know as well as I do, what that man needs is a companion. He's spent so long locked up in this god forsaken castle for so long that all he has left is us.” Moondrop’s gaze drifts over to you, his expression softening as he studies your terrified features.

“You are to go smooth this over at once. I'll keep her here with me in the meantime.” Sundrop thanks his brother excitedly, Moon pressing a comforting hand in between your shoulders as he guides you through the door. “Make sure he understands that this was your doing and not hers.” Moon warns before hurrying you inside, leaving your fate entirely in the hands of these three strangers you had just met.

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strawbubbysugar · 6 months

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Little bit predator little bit prey

Little bit purple little bit grey

#my art #bethroned #bethroned art #bethroned spoilers #pry/ncess #king William afton #y/n #self insert #reader #Fnaf #au #five nights at freddys #purple guy

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sotogalmo · 21 days

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8:10

Having. Garreth Aruther-Burntenberg thoughts (man I should rlly shorten his name ,, GAB?? Yeah. Ig I'll go with that).

Working on his story so uh- yeah. (Will be explaining all of it under the cut- that feels .. more natural) (@blizzardstarx & @send-me-a-puffalope . Since I like talking to you both about my AUs:3)

“They say my hunger's a problem

They tell me to curb my appetite

They say I can't keep myself

From trying a bite of every plate in sight

They worship patience, a virtue

Oh, they tell me gluttony’s a sin

But my desire, it’s bottomless

I wanna slit your throat and eat ‘till I get sick” — BUTCHER VANITY (by Vane Lily).

I've.. been playing that song, and well. These lyrics fit Garreth.

Since I believe that Rillian, was around 13 nearing 14 when she was first possessed by the demon of Gluttony (yes! Rillian, princess/daughter of evil was firstly possessed by Gluttony. And then she wound up at the end being possessed by the demon of Pride). I also (now) have Garreth being possessed by Gluttony at the same age.

But never being possessed by anything else; so for 3 and a half years, he's been the vessel of Gluttony for so long.

Him going for the attack on King William, was the final straw (for both of them).

Gluttony is the desire to want more and more. Greed is the desire to have everything. Gluttony wants more than everything, Greed has a limit and a reason(I believe- sometimes).

Gluttony can have a reason; but the enjoyment of just unhinging his jaw like a snake gets to his head so many times. ↓

“To snap the sinew, I want

To get within you, I want

To not forgive you

Rigor mortis, mold and mildew

But dear, you should be grateful

That I won’t waste a good meal.

TO SNAP THE SINEW, I WANT

TO GET WITHIN YOU, I WANT

TO SCAR THE TISSUE

BUTTERFLY AND RECTIFY YOU

I NEED TO BE YOUR AFTERLIFE

EUCHARIST, I DEIFY

GOD, OH, FUCK THE FORK AND KNIFE

I’LL RIP IN HANDS AND TEETH AND TAKE A BITE”

King William is.. well. A King: but he's also old. I don't know how old, but he's around his 50s maybe 60s.

Prince Garreth, is a prince. Hes close to his country's throne, but not yet. His family says he'll take the throne when he's married: 16. He'll marry the girl of the kingdom that is next to his.

But he's been hiding.. something from everyone. Even those he trusts the most (the Aruther-Blavnkeberries: Abigail & Micheal), he's hiding that secret from them: but Micheal is catching up to it.

He.. feels sad that Micheal is gonna know. But.. he's also happy? He knows that Micheal is going to deny it though. So that makes him happy.

Because how can his first friend(ever since he was 12 and Garreth being 10? 11?), the one who saved him from the ocean, be a cannibal?

... I mean, that might explain the weird lines on Garreth's own body, and explain how the food is.. sometimes weird. But..

He just.. doesn't want to accept that.

Garreth saved him, he would save others right?

But the feathers, fur and hair in the waters he drinks....

.... ..

He doesn't want to think about it.

Back to the King and Prince connections and why I mentioned their ages, and what they are the vessels of↓

William is old, he's mature(not young and immature) and knows what he wants: everything. His country is known for having everything. He's greedy, for his family. He's “helpful”. He is critical thinking. He's the brain.

Garreth is young, immature, he listens to what others want and to his desires: more and more. Everyone in his country and his closest friends(his family), want more and more. He's instinct. He's the heart.

Garreth is the vessel of wanting more and more; he wants to be mature like the King. He's going to be King of his own country. He wants to be fit for the role.

He wants to know what he truly wants, people say his emotions are too irregular and make him too prone to many emotional outbursts.

He wants everything: but he knows that he would want more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more than anyone can ever get and have.

He's beyond greedy.

He wants everything and more for everyone and anyone.

The first ones he ever ate were small animals: squirrels, birds and hamsters... insects too. Ants were mainly his first too. But of course to hide it all, he hid them in candy.

And people just thought it was slightly weird of him, but never said anything (he's the prince, he can and maybe will have their head!)

“, I WANT TO GET WITHIN YOU, I WANT” : Garreth wants to be the "perfect King" <- a cover up. He knows what William has done — stolen items from around the kingdoms and causing mass attacks on the children of many regions(even his own!).

If only he got even closer to King William: he would've gotten his wish of being the better King. To stab him in the stomach and just get inside of him.

But of course, when he bit down on his hand and he screamed he was pulled away.

And then it spread around everywhere. Of a prince biting down on the Kings hand. The screams and yells of “hes evil!” and “I'll show you he's evil!”, and even more screeching of the King being the devil incarnate. (Because the Prince knows -> his brother figure tells him of his dreams of the kids who died due to the King's actions).

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ayuzima · 3 months

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. . . PROPERTY OF FAZBEAR ENTERTAINMENT ! 🦴🪦

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #the shining #stephen king #william afton #michael afton #digitalart

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kurain-genealogy · 9 months

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i made this post 8 years ago shortly after the fnaf movie was announced and while i still agree with the sentiment 14-year-old me had, i'm older and wiser now and have experienced the horrors of horny slasher fans and people who thirst over real-life serial killers and i understand that absolutely nothing will stop those type of people from wanting to fuck purple guy fnaf. and you know what? he's not real. if you want to fuck his crusty ass then what ever. not my problem. fuck that old man but you will not fix him you will not make him worse you wont even do a secret third thing. basically,

#five nights at freddy's #william afton #purple guy #fnaf #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's movie #david miller #king of letting his own children die horrifically because he was too busy trying to murder other people's children for no reason #dontlistento me

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geddoart · 23 days

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Wanted to participate in this older trend

I guess this is also the first time I've posted my new and updated Springtrap design on Tumblr ? What an incredible introduction for the best child offer in the state of Utah /s

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Please don't repost or use my art without permission ! Reblogging is okay :>

#springtrap fanart #godzilla #i think we're gonna have to kill this guy #fnaf springtrap #monsterverse #godzilla x kong: the new empire #godzilla vs kong #i love godzilla so much dude #springtrap is the cutest too #they're both my cutie patooties #godzilla fanart #idk how old the trend was #fnaf afton #william afton #love him #godzilla king of the monsters #godzilla kotm

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0ld-m4n-y40i · 3 months

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One whiteboard doodle that I have to spare that I will post Ft. @h3nry-3mily :)

#William discovers himself ASMR #proud of you king #fnaf #william afton #henry emily #five nights at freddy's #willry #five nights at freddys #my art

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peachii-keenii · 3 months

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Henry and William having an insane dramatic height difference is actually so funny please keep drawing them like that

#I love freakishly tall william #and short king henry #henry emily #william afton #willry #kind of?#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf henry emily #fnaf william afton

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h3nry-3mily · 5 months

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Little bonus with both of them together

#william afton #henry emily #Willry #Short king Henry Emily #Insert image of the small rabbit x his giant wife #Thts them #My art

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sotogalmo · 23 days

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12:33

Listening to Ashite, Ashite, Ashite cover by Chogakusei, looking at some SaTBK stuff, and just. Thinking of my Yard Fire AU

Which just makes me think of like. Vanhumrigh & Casside. (@blizzardstarx . Some more info of the guys! - @send-me-a-puffalope ,,, just thinking that you'll- like this infodump of this AU I've told to you before. <3)

How they are of royalty, but have run away when the execution of a prince was sounded. Vanhumrigh ran away first, 2-4 days before it happened : but around the time King William was planning the execution. Casside ran away second, 3-8 hours when the execution was made public/when the execution was happening.

So Casside was THERE, to hear the wails of the Prince even if he was demon possessed.

All he can assume is that even the demon felt the pain and the Prince's feelings were overwhelming the demon's own.

And then those soft wails and screeches, turned demonic.

But still pleading to be saved.

To have his family save him.

But there is nothing to save right?

The boy is gone, and is now the new demon.

He just knows it.

Vanhumrigh on the verge of being killed, yet she gets looks of pity from a man who is older by 2 years than her. But.. she does feel like it was better to get pity from him then get killed.

She selfishly wants to keep on living. She wants to be alive to bring an end to everything that happened in the past and for the for-coming future.

She just knows that something is going to happen.. but better to be alive for it and wait for it.

And she knows that the happiness she is having with the Aruther-Blavnkeberries, will only be followed by chaos and destruction.

Which saddens her.

Abigail is only 7 or 10. .. Vanhumrigh sadly forgets how old people are. But when she does she is hit with the realization that they are still so young.

Micheal is 22, Vanhumrigh is 20 and Abigail is 10.

Casside is 17 now. Living very close to the Aruther-Blavnkeberries, but.. never daring to enter their house even after knowing that his sister is there.

(Micheal was 19 when Garreth died. Vanhumrigh was 17, and Casside was 15 as well as Garreth. Abigail was 7 when Garreth died).

It's been 3/three years since Garreth: Prince of Beelzenian, and also dubbed “Plum Prince”.

“I'm the princess, you're the fugitive, our roles distinct. Destiny tore us apart, a sorrowful, heartfelt instinct. Even if you are branded as evil, I must admit, the same blood flows in me.”

3 years, and 1 month since Micheal has been affected by his ancestors: Eve Moonlit(I think she was the first one in Evillious Chronicles lore), Margarita Blankenheim, and others from the family line of Elphegort's royal line. Those who had the titles of “Sleep Princess” in the past.

Making him the new, and ever known: Sleep Prince.

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Waugh. This is all I have now-