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zapreportsblog · 7 months

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❝lemme spoil you babygirl❞

✭ pairing : earth 42 miles morales x reader

✭ fandom : spiderman into the spiderverse

✭ summary : miles enjoys spoiling his girl with anything her heart desires, and whiles she may not always voice what she wants he can tell simply by her eyes. After all the eyes are the window to the soul right?

✭ authors note : don’t take offense to half the shit I said in this, I’m Black and half Asian on my grandfathers side. This is written in good fun if you can’t take a joke kindly fuck off :)

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The streets of Brooklyn buzzed with life as Miles swung effortlessly between the towering skyscrapers, and buildings. The city was his playground, his domain, and he couldn't have asked for a more thrilling existence.

But amidst the whirlwind of his double life as both a high school student and the enigmatic Prowler, there was one constant that grounded him, that gave him a reason to fight the good fight every day – you.

(Y/N) had been in his life for as long as he could remember, but it was only recently that they had taken their friendship to the next level. The two of you were inseparable, and Miles couldn't help but fall head over heels in love with you.

As the Prowler, he had the means to spoil you, and he did so with a actual genuine smile on his face. He didn't ask for much in return, only your radiant smile and the joy that being with you brought into his life.

One evening, Miles and you found yourselves on a quiet rooftop, away from the chaos of the city below. The night air was cool, and the stars twinkled above, as if they were celebrating your presence.

Miles wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. "You know, I'd give you the moon if I could."

You chuckled, leaning into his warmth. "I'm happy with just you, Miles."

His uncle Aaron, who had become something of a mentor to Miles, had been watching from the shadows. He couldn't help but grin at the scene before him. He stepped out, causing both you and Miles to turn your heads in surprise.

"You treat that girl like she's your world, Miles," Aaron said with a teasing glint in his eye.

Miles laughed, his voice full of affection. "I got to, Uncle Aaron. Otherwise, some small-time punk's gonna come around thinking he can take what's mine."

Aaron chuckled, clapping Miles on the back. "You've got that right, nephew. But you know, it's good to see you happy."

Miles and Aaron shared a genuine laugh, the bond between them stronger than ever. The Prowler had a reputation to uphold, but he also had a heart that beat for the people he loved, especially for you, (Y/N).

As the night continued, you, Miles, and Miles uncle Aaron sat on that rooftop, sharing stories, laughter, and a love that could withstand even the most challenging of circumstances. In the heart of the city that never sleeps, this was a night to remember – a night that reminded Miles why he swung through the city, risking his life as the Prowler, because he had something worth fighting for, something worth protecting. And that something was you, his world.

It was another day, which meant another day of spoiling his girl. (Y/N) strolled through the bustling mall, her fingers interlaced with Miles'. The afternoon sun filtered through the large glass windows, casting a warm glow over the shoppers. Miles carried an array of designer shopping bags, each filled with luxurious items that he had picked out for her.

"You know you don't gotta buy me all these things, baby," (Y/N) said with a soft smile as she looked at the bags bearing the names Chanel and Balenciaga.

Miles grinned down at her, his eyes filled with affection. "I know, baby girl, but seeing your eyes light up when I get your pretty ass a gift just makes my day."

(Y/N) couldn't help but blush at his words. "That's so corny," she teased, though her heart swelled with warmth.

Miles chuckled, his deep voice resonating in the bustling mall. "Well, it's true, baby girl. Now, give a kiss."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes playfully but leaned in and planted a sweet peck on his cheek. It was moments like these that made her realize how lucky she was to have Miles in her life.

“Naw baby girl, give daddy a real kiss.”

With a roll of your eyes again, you leaned forward and gave miles an another kiss on his check this time just inches away from his luscious plump lips.

Miles wasn’t having that though and pulled you forward once more by your throat, his grip firm but still gentle enough to not hurt you. Your lips met, and for a moment, the bustling mall around you faded into oblivion. It was just the two of you, lost in each other's affection.

As he pulled away, a mischievous glint in his eyes, he whispered, "Don't go rolling those eyes at me, babygirl, otherwise, I'll give you a reason to be rolling them."

You chuckled, the warmth of his kiss still lingering on your lips. "You're impossible, Miles Morales."

He grinned, his love for you written all over his face as he continued to carry your shopping bags. "And you love me for it."

Hand in hand, you both continued your leisurely stroll through the mall, knowing that your love was the most precious gift of all, and the fancy bags filled with designer items were just a sweet bonus.

“Hurry your pretty ass up I wanna take you to get your nails done, it’ll go pretty with your next gifts.”

Miles and (Y/N) entered the nail salon nestled within the mall, the serene atmosphere a welcome contrast to the bustling shopping floors. Miles guided her to one of the plush salon chairs, and she settled in, eyeing the array of nail polish colors displayed before her.

"Go crazy, baby girl," Miles urged with a playful grin. His eyes danced with anticipation.

(Y/N) bit her lip, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. "Don't you think you've spent enough today?" she asked, her gaze shifting to the designer bags still in his grasp.

Miles leaned in closer, his voice low and filled with affection. "For you? Never."

With that, he called over one of the salon workers, who approached them with a warm smile. Miles wasted no time. "Give her the whole spa treatment. I'm talking massages, a full set on both her nails and feet, and include that gel set you ling lings always be trying to sell your clients. Touch up the brows, and if she wants, wax her, too. I want her pampered and happy by the end of her session."

(Y/N) looked at Miles with wide eyes, a mixture of surprise and gratitude. "Miles, stop it, that's too much and definitely rude," she protested, her cheeks flushing.

Miles waved her off, his eyes filled with adoration. "It’s true though! And nonsense, baby. You deserve it all. Now, enjoy yourself."

The salon worker nodded though offended at the long long comment they ain’t take it too personal, they’ve been called worse, and with one final nod they began to prepare for what promised to be a luxurious pampering session for (Y/N) or in their eyes the dark skinned fellow sugar baby. As she settled into the chair, her heart swelled with appreciation for Miles and the love he showered upon her. She couldn't help but smile as she realized just how lucky she was to have him in her life.

(Y/N) and Miles left the nail salon with her feeling like a queen after her pampering session. She couldn't stop admiring her perfectly manicured and xl full set of nails and her silky smooth skin. Miles had a way of making every moment special, and today was no exception.

As they strolled through the mall, they made their way to Footlocker, a store that always got Miles excited. He was a sneakerhead, and (Y/N) knew he couldn't resist the lure of fresh kicks.

Inside the store, the scent of new sneakers and the sight of rows upon rows of colorful shoeboxes greeted them. Miles was like a kid in a candy store, and (Y/N) couldn't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm.

"Baby, what are you feeling today?" Miles asked as they browsed the selection of sneakers.

(Y/N) considered the options and then spotted a pair of sleek white Nikes that caught her eye. "I think these would look great," she said, holding them up for Miles to see.

Miles nodded in agreement, a smile spreading across his face. "Good choice, baby girl. Let's grab those."

They each picked out a pair of matching Nikes, and then Miles, with his discerning eye for style, spotted a pair of limited edition Jordans on display. He knew he had to have them.

"Check these out," Miles said, beckoning (Y/N) over to admire the Jordans.

(Y/N) couldn't deny that they were impressive. "Those are fire," she admitted.

Miles decided without hesitation. "We're getting them."

After some time spent trying on shoes, making their selections, and chatting with the friendly staff, (Y/N) and Miles left Footlocker with matching Nikes and the limited edition Jordans in hand. The excitement of getting new kicks and the shared experience of picking them out together added to the bond they shared.

As they walked hand in hand through the mall once again, Miles couldn't help but glance at (Y/N) with a loving smile. Every moment spent with her was a cherished memory, and he was grateful for the happiness she brought into his life.

“Now onto your final surprise before I take your pretty ass to get some food.”

Miles and (Y/N) ventured further into the mall, their bags all held in the strong hands of miles morales. The next stop on their shopping adventure was Pandora, a store known for its elegant jewelry. Miles had a mischievous glint in his eye as he led her inside.

Once they were surrounded by displays of intricate bracelets and shimmering charms, Miles gently took (Y/N)'s hand. "How about a little something special from Pandora?" he suggested with a warm smile.

(Y/N) was both surprised and delighted by the idea. She nodded eagerly, her curiosity piqued. "Fine, let's see what they have. But I’m only agreeing because i know you’ll drag my ass in here anyways.”

Miles guided her to the charm bangle bracelets section. Each bracelet had a unique design, and the charms ranged from adorable animals to elegant gemstones. He handed her a bangle bracelet adorned with a star charm and said, "For our shared love of Star Wars."

(Y/N) grinned as she accepted the bracelet. "I love it."

Miles then picked out a few more charms, each with its own meaning and significance to their relationship. He selected a heart charm, a symbol of their love, a travel-themed charm for their shared adventures, and a pair of intertwined rings as a symbol of their commitment to one another.

With each addition, (Y/N) was touched by Miles' thoughtfulness. However, as he handed her the last charm, which looked strikingly like an engagement ring, she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Miles, this one looks like an engagement ring," she commented, her voice laced with amusement.

Miles chuckled and winked at her. "Well, until we're a bit older, it's just a promise ring," he said, slipping it onto her finger. "One day, though."

(Y/N) blushed at his words, the promise of a future together warming her heart. She accepted the charm bracelet and the promise ring, feeling grateful for the love and dedication Miles poured into their relationship. As they left Pandora, hand in hand, she couldn't help but smile, knowing that their journey together was just beginning.

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mhsdatgo · 3 months

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Since GOT they’ve been using rape and abuse to humble or break a woman/Girl because they aren’t the “right” kind of woman. They don’t ride a dragon or yield a sword. They don’t fight against their period typical role in life that they were born and raised in. They’re not “A guys girl” or the “I don’t have any girl friends, they’re too much drama” types who prefer the company of men to women, who would rather train with a sword and not learn embroidery. They don’t have dialogue that vaguely sounds more 21st century than Middle Ages.

These women are seen as of less value than our little dragon riding, sword and fist fighting tomboys. So they need to be taught that if you had just been more like this or more like that you wouldn’t have been brutalized and abused. The things that were done to you by other people is all your fault and you deserved it.

This show/franchise is not even in the same room as feminism.

👏👏👏 Nothing more to add anon. No lie was told.

The sad thing is, this is not what I got from the books of asoiaf at all. Women's experience was never told in juxtaposition to others. There is no humbling or brutalizing other women as a "punishment" for not being better, more rebellious, or bolder than others. The books tell stories of suffering and that's it. The way shows and fandoms decide to try and force other characters into another one's story for the sole purpose of comparing them so they prove that stanning one means having a moral high ground over another character's stans is the most idiotic thing to ever have happened among fandoms, to say the least. Especially when the two characters in question don't even know each other.

Just look at the way Sansa and Dany are treated in the fandom. Have a shot for every time Sansa in King's Landing is called a tradwife as if this wasn't a girl in middle school trying to survive they're talking about, or for every time she's called jealous of Dany. Imagine if a stranger girl with three dragons cames knocking on your door demanding that you and all of your people and their mama bend the knee to her and you are the jealous one and the villain because you just... Don't? Also, you deserve to be threatened with death when you pose a reasonable question, and you need to take it and be better and shut up. Then you're a "girls' girl" deserving of respect, etc.

We want strong female characters to think for themselves, except when that "thinking for oneself" isn't the same thing as kissing the ground the fan favourite girl walks on.

If only fandoms paid more mind to what makes a character likeable or unlikeable in their eyes BASED ON THE CHARACTER ITSELF, and not on their perspective on their faves, interacting with them would be way more fun. Books/shows like asoiaf/GOT or F&B/HotD aren't places where you just choose a character you like and that's it, she's an icon she's a legend and she is the moment. If it was, it would either be a story for kids or a hell for Mare Sues' fans. As long as you treat asoiaf characters like deities that can do no wrong and everyone else as villains in need of redemption, you should step back and read something else.

This is something that needs to be accepted even between writers and directors, btw. Just look at what F&B was turned into. Girlboss vs Girlfail. Blacks got the Girlboss, the virtuous rightful heir, good mother fine ruler, Greens' got the Girlfail, the rape enabler, the boy mom, the tradwife, you name it.

No, it doesn't matter that the latter is doing everything she can possibly do. She was a piece of shit the moment she stopped toiling behind the former because everyone is meant to be like or kneel before girlboss with dragon. Only then are your ambitions respectable. If not, fuck you, you're nothing. Everything that happens to you is your fault. I'll be in the front seats cheering for when everything you love is ripped brutally from you.

Even when your grown-up son rapes a maid. Even when girlboss with dragon threatens to put your people to the torch because you won't bend the knee.

TL;DR: There's no need to compare/stone certain female characters for being what they are instead of a completely different type. If all of them were tomboyish with swords or feminine with embroidery, it would be boring. You aren't better than anyone for having preferences. Also, learn how to blame men when they fuck up. It's great for the bowel.

#hotd #got #asoiaf #fire and blood #daenerys targaryen #sansa stark #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen

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drunkenskunk · 5 months

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Welcome to another Drunk Skunk™ rant!

It is entirely possible that you have noticed: I love Warhammer 40k. At the same time, I hate Warhammer 40k... okay, hate is probably the wrong word, but let me explain.

40k is one of my favorite sci-fi settings because it is, hilariously, one of the few that actually manages to get the scale of Outer Space right. Most sci-fi writers have no sense of scale, but 40k is somehow able to convey the unimaginable, incomprehensible, terrifying vastness of Outer Space correctly.

Granted, I think it does this entirely on accident, because everything in 40k is exaggerated beyond the point of absurdity. The scale of everything is massive, every number has several zeros tacked onto the end of it, travelling anywhere takes months, years, even decades, and... that's just how Outer Space is. You can't exaggerate on what is already functionally infinite.

As a result, 40k as a setting has an enormous amount of potential. No matter how much we see of the Warhammer galaxy, we will only ever see a bare fraction of it, and there is always going to be more - and stranger - stuff hidden in pockets of the galaxy that has slipped entirely beneath notice for decades, if not centuries. Or even millennia!

But here's the problem I have. All of this potential? It is almost always completely wasted by Games Workshop. Nearly every single time, GW ignores the massive amount of potential in the setting they created, in order to focus on boring shit that nobody cares about like even more fucking space marines. It's infuriating.

As far as I'm concerned, there is no better example of this in the entire setting... than the Tau Empire.

The Tau annoy me, but not for the reasons you think.

The most common complaint I see leveled against the Tau is that they are the "good" guys, and that they don't fit into the Grim Darkness of the Grim Dark far future of Grim Dark. This is untrue. Moreover: it was never true. Even when they were introduced in 2001 with their first codex during 3rd edition, they were not good guys.

I've always held the suspicion that people saw things like their catchphrase "The Greater Good" and they read things like "the Tau are not overtly hostile," and took all of that entirely at face value, because a sizeable chunk of this fucking fandom has no media literacy skills.

It still amazes me that Warhammer 40k - a game physically incapable of subtlety - has fans that miss the blatantly obvious.

Before I get to my main point, let's clear the air on something right now: the Tau are bad guys, just like all the other factions in 40k.

If you were to place the Tau in any other science fiction setting, they would be a terrifyingly evil authoritarian space hegemony, with a firmly held belief of "Manifest Destiny" and constantly expanding the borders of their imperial holdings through the use of dirty tricks, illegitimate treaties, and good old fashioned military adventurism spurred on by their vast military industrial complex.

Yes, the Tau typically engage in diplomacy first, but that's usually only to establish a casus belli to claim the moral high ground in a conflict because the Tau are obsessed with appearances and love to play the Long Game. Yes, the average standard of living in Tau space is higher than the Imperium, but that's not a high bar. The Tau have a rigidly enforced caste system, and you can imagine how they deal with their "client races" who might disagree with that and even other Tau who refuse to fall in line.

Or have we all forgotten about Commander Farsight?

... I feel like I may have gotten a bit off track.

Okay, so: the simple reason the Tau annoy me is because there was a whole lot of potential there, and all of it has been completely wasted because Games Workshop doesn't seem to understand what made them interesting in the first place.

See, when the Tau were introduced in 2001, it was quickly established in the first codex that the only reason they even managed to make it to the "present" of 40k was due to a series of accidents that allowed that particular scrap of nowhere to slip beneath everyone's notice.

But here's the thing: we didn't really need that excuse. Every time we see maps of Tau space, it's always zoomed in to such an extent that it looks much bigger than it is... because, unlike every other faction, you can't have a full map of the galaxy that only focuses on the Tau, because it's always just a pinprick.

My personal favorite of these maps is the one from the 5th edition rulebook, but it's common with all of them.

To put this into better perspective: Tau space is almost always described as a sphere about 300 light years in diameter, which is roughly the same size as "The Bubble," the cluster of human worlds centered around Sol, in Elite Dangerous.

And that, right there, is why the Tau should be interesting, at least to me. They represent what could exist in the hidden parts of the Warhammer galaxy that slips beneath everyone's notice because SPACE IS BIG. The Imperium of Man may technically cover the entire breadth of the Milky Way galaxy, and "hold" a million worlds... but there are 100 BILLION stars, and even more planets besides, in a galaxy that stretches 100 thousand light years from end to end.

That is A LOT of Outer Space that could hold any number of secrets and weird alien species that nobody would know about until somebody accidentally stumbles on them.

The Tau could have - should have - been a jumping off point, allowing Games Workshop to make the setting feel even bigger and far more strange than it already does. The Tau could've been the template for introducing "pocket empires" to the setting: smaller xenos armies that people could use in skirmishes, but without entertaining the illusion that they have the military projection power to stand up to the other factions on an appreciable strategic scale for an extended period of time.

And yet...

It fees like Games Workshop consistently misunderstands what should make the Tau interesting. Every new codex, every new edition, it feels like we get more and more of GW trying to be like "No, no! The Tau can definitely stand toe-to-toe with the Imperium of Man! They build tall rather than wide, and are ABSOLUTELY a threat to the Imperium, we promise!" when in reality the only reason the Tau are even still here is because the Imperium always has bigger problems to deal with.

There was the bit I mentioned earlier, where the Tau were initially saved after they discovered fire due to a mixture of freak warp storms and the Age of Apostasy causing the records to get lost. The Damocles Crusade ended in the Imperium's withdrawal because of the imminent arrival of Hive Fleet Behemoth. The Third Sphere Expansion was only successful because Failbbadon Abbadon launched the 13th Black Crusade at the same time on the other side of the galaxy, blew up Cadia, and split the galaxy in half with the Cicatrix Maledictum. Every single time the Tau do anything, a much bigger threat always shows up, and causes everyone to forget about the Tau until they inevitably go back to poking the monster.

Like, I know it's GW doing this, but sometimes it feels like Tzeentch is secretly pulling strings behind the scenes to specifically ensure the continued survival of the Tau, for no other reason than simply because the Changer of Ways thinks its funny.

And that's not even talking about how they've slowly morphed into The Gundam Faction.

Like, it used to be that the Tau Empire was supposed to be this big conglomeration of many different alien races all working together. And there are token mentions of that in the 9th edition codex, with a big list of names largely devoid of context. But as soon as you see these guys in action on the tabletop, it's immediately clear what they're about. You only ever see Tau, and you only ever see Big Robots.

Which... it's not bad, the model range looks great, don't get me wrong. But it still feels slightly disappointing, when you think about what we could have had.

I love Warhammer 40k.

But I also hate Warhammer 40k.

Because I see all this potential... and, inevitably, I see it squandered.

And it frustrates me to no end.

#Warhammer #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #40k #wh 40k #Tau Empire #T'au #tau #Grim Dark #In the Grim Darkness of the Grim Dark far future of Grim Darkness there is only Grim Dark #Drunk Skunk Rant #wasted potential

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flamebringer0 · 7 months

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About the Ending of Darkness of Dragons

Everyone has a take about this, right? Well, here's mine. I'm kind of late to the party since I was forcibly inducted into the Wings of Fire fandom just last Thursday, but that's fine. This will probably be kind of long and rambling and maybe not even that interesting to anyone but me. Sorry about that, but I'm really writing it more to work through my thoughts than anything else.

I find Darkstalker to be a very compelling character. I'm not going to bother trying to explain why I find him interesting, because it's irrelevant and would also be longer than this entire post. I feel like I have to clarify, though, that it's not because I think he's a good guy. He's obviously a pretty awful guy. I mean, I thought it was obvious, but I guess there's actually a significant contingent of people who say Darkstalker did nothing wrong. Apparently many people see him as some kind of misunderstood heroic figure, or at least a morally gray one. I find that to be a fully silly and indefensible position. You can talk all day about how abusive Arctic was, but you can't pile a tower of mitigating circumstances high enough to explain away genocide.

Anyway, he's my favorite character in Wings of Fire. He's one of my favorite characters period. And I really would have liked it if my favorite character had had a satisfying narrative arc, with a climax that appropriately, uh... that is to say, a climax that was appropriate in any way. For example, it would have been pretty good if Kinkajou had killed him.

But in fact she did not kill him; she forcibly polymorphed him into a baby. As noted by everyone who has ever read the books, this is a stunningly odd thing to have your hero do at the end of a quintet of novels whose most consistent theme is that it's wrong to force someone to be something they aren't. I'm sure this is well-trodden ground at this point, but I just-- I can't figure it out. The narrative is very clear up until this point that this is a very bad thing to do. In fact, I think mind controlling someone is all-but-explicitly presented by the books as a worse thing to do than killing them. That's probably a questionable position in and of itself, but I swear it is the position taken by the text.

In Moon Rising, Moonwatcher finds out that Darkstalker killed Arctic, and she's still willing to hear him out about how that might have been justified and maybe it would be fine to let him out of the ground. But in Escaping Peril she finds out he also mind controlled Arctic, and her reaction is much more severe. She's in tears, she declares it "the cruelest thing I’ve ever read", and she decides she can never let him out. Nothing else has changed about Moon's knowledge of Darkstalker and Arctic's relationship; the only new information she has is that Darkstalker used mind control. The narrative never seems to treat this like a contradiction or a weird quirk of Moon's personality, so I think it's a belief the author also holds coming through in her writing. Mind control is worse than killing. And then suddenly it isn't, and erasing Darkstalker's mind and turning him into an entirely different dragon is presented as a happy ending for everyone, including Darkstalker.

The only explanation I can come up with for this is that she wrote herself into a corner by making her villain omnipotent and invincible, and therefore impossible to stop without comprehensively incapacitating him. I surmise that the only way she could come up with to do that was to turn him into someone else, and so that's what she had to have happen, even though it clashed violently with the theme. But I have a better idea: just kill him. He's terrible! He deserves it!! It would have been satisfying to see him die after everything he did, and it wouldn't have dropped this bizarre dissonant note at the end of five books of consistent messaging.

It turns out the difficult part there is actually the "he deserves it" bit. Because, astonishingly, it seems the author of Wings of Fire is also in the category of people who think Darkstalker wasn't so bad after all. Apparently, Tui T Sutherland said at a release event for The Lost Continent, "I didn’t want to kill Darkstalker, because he didn’t deserve it [...]". This is a very interesting way to put it. She didn't say that nobody deserves to be killed. Apparently there's some bar he could have cleared to deserve death, and he didn't. But what can one actually do to merit death if genocide isn't enough? Well... I just don't know. I wasn't hatched in the light of a full moon, so I can't read her mind and tell you the answer. I'm just going to have to move on. Here's the full quote I excerpted above, along with the question that prompted it:

There is a theme across Arc 2 of Wings of Fire that seems to suggest forcing dragons to become something else via magic is wrong (Peril, Hailstorm/Pyrite, Anemone forcing Kinkajou to love Turtle, etc). However, the second arc ended with Kinkajou forcing Darkstalker to become Peacemaker against his will. How did you feel about writing that, since it seems to clash with your theme? I didn’t want to kill Darkstalker, because he didn’t deserve it and that felt like a cop out (plus, it was supposed to be impossible). I wanted a surprising and authentic end for these characters. One of the main themes I wanted to emphasize was that most dragons, like Peril, deserve a second chance at becoming a better dragon. Darkstalker needed to have everything erased in order to get that second chance. I did think a lot about how the theme was subverted by this ending though, and it’s very valid to be concerned about that. But, there was no other way to ‘save’ him.

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There's something else that's weird to me about this quote, which is... do we really think that what happened to Darkstalker was not death? His mind was completely and permanently wiped by magic. He had "everything erased", word of god. Peacemaker apparently doesn't share any of Darkstalker's memories, personality, feelings or opinions. In what sense is Darkstalker not dead, then? Is it his soul? Whenever the word soul comes up in Wings of Fire it seems to be metaphorical. It's not clear that Darkstalker had a soul in a literal sense, let alone that Kinkajou didn't erase that too. Animus magic is apparently of infinite power, there's no reason to think it can't rewrite someone's soul. I guess his body still exists, sort of, but if that's enough to say that Darkstalker is still around, I think you could make a pretty strong argument that anyone who has ever eaten a steak is in fact a cow.

I think this gets at the heart of what bothers me so much about the ending. Darkstalker... actually did die, just like I wanted him to. Which is fine, actually. Contrary to what the author thinks, he completely deserved it. But what makes it ridiculous and unsatisfying is that it happens via this weird magical get out of jail free card where they kill him without "killing" him. Aren't there moral complexities to killing someone, no matter how much they deserve it or how much better it makes everything? Shouldn't we... talk about that? Well, apparently we don't need to talk about it, or think about it. We can just use magic to change the name of what we're doing away from "killing", without substantially changing its nature.

And it drives me even crazier that the more I think about it, even this nonsensical juke of an ending feels so ripe with interesting questions of its own, which are just glossed over. Isn't it interesting that Moon killed her first friend, that Hope killed her own son, and that neither of them ever have to face the fact that that's what they did? Do they even know? Do they suspect it? Isn't it interesting that Peacemaker came into the world as some kind of magical quasi-dragon whose only reason to exist is to make sure someone else can't? Did anyone stop to think what it would be like for him to grow up like that? How will he deal with the fact that he's surrounded by dragons who half think that one day he might pull off his face and let Darkstalker out again? Does Darkstalker still have loyalists who want that to happen? Wouldn't it be interesting to hear Hailstorm's thoughts on this? What about Ruby's? Fierceteeth's? Isn't it interesting that Darkstalker sat under the mountain trying to convince Qibli that it was better to use magic to change a dragon against their will than to kill them, and Qibli said "no, no, no" and then turned around and did just that? How would Winter feel about the fact that after he bared his heart to Qibli and Moon about how awful it was to ever do something like that, they did it without a second thought? How can they call themselves Winter's friends while they're keeping something like that from him??

Maybe I'm the only one who thinks those are interesting questions. Tui T Sutherland certainly doesn't seem to. It would seem that she wants us to believe that Darkstalker is now going to have a wonderful life in the rainforest as Peacemaker, magically shorn of everything that makes him himself. And that's good, because Darkstalker can be forgiven for committing genocide, and so he didn't actually deserve to die. He just deserved to have his entire self obliterated by infinite magic, which is different from dying. Different in a way that was all-but-explicitly stated to be worse, until it was better. And this will never cause any problems for anyone.

I don't know what else to say. It almost makes me dizzy to think about it. I wish I knew how to write this story.

#this one isn't really a headcanon #not sure what else to tag it though #wings of fire #wof #wof darkstalker #darkstalker #wof peacemaker #peacemaker

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nightcolorz · 19 days

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For the ask game: ❤️💚💙

YAYY thank u sm for the ask! these questions r so fun. I’m going off of the book fandom btw

❤: Which character do you think is the most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?

Louis <3 I think this is an affect of how likable and overtly sympathetic he is in the amc show but I've seen people getting genuinely offended over Louis being described in fandom (and by Anne rice herself) as a manipulative cold hearted ass who uses his perceived vulnerability and gentleness to distract from the fact that he is just as cruel if not crueler then the other vampires. Like Louis does nottt have strong morals or high empathy lmao. Book Louis weaponizes his privilege like a white woman crying to self victimize into making the other vampires look worse them him 😭 . He refuses to kill humans for a while not bcus it hurts him to take life (he actually takes more pleasure in it then most), he refuses bcus he has catholic brain the way a christians who say "how do atheists have morals without god?" do, misunderstanding that most people actually care about other people and dont need an existential threat to encourage them not to hurt others.

His moral compass is self centered and based in up keeping the appearance of self restraint and monk style lack of enjoying himself, not empathy. If a vampire killed u would u feel better if u knew he cried over how much he got off on it then flaunted his suffering over how little he indulged so that everyone knew how piosis he was 😭.

He is way worse when it comes to how he treats his victims then Armand who intentionally seeks out victims who r asking to die or Lestat who tries the vigilante approach. Louis kills innocents and he thinks it makes him better cuz he only does it sometimes and he feels really really bad about himself afterwards. As akasha said (paraphrased) he's the most predatory of them all.

To specify I love book Louis SOOOO much I love how shitty he is that's why it makes me sad when people mischaracterize him as sincere and get gen mad when ppl characterize him how he is in canon (a lying selfish bitch bless his heart). Like ik amc Louis at this point in canon is unambiguously in the right but he isn't like an accurate reflection of how he is in the books 😭 it's not like amc did what anne rice was trying to do more successfully, they just nulled what anne rice was doing in favor of a more likable protagonist. Which is fine, but like, there's no crime in preferring evil to the core horrible asshole Louis of the books.

💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

I think the common fandom perception of Armand as the crazy unhinged "omg I can't believe he actually did that in the books??" sadistic maniac villain guy is funny but not really accurate. Armand explicitly not only tries to avoid violence but dislikes it and finds it hard to comprehend why someone would seek out violence and conflict.

The reason he is always doing fucked up shit isn't out of a lestat-esc desire to cause chaos, it's bcus his highly strung ptsd brain has him convinced that the world is a battle ground and he must always be defending himself and acting out in violence.

Since acting out in violence is a reaction hes been taught throughout his life to be standard and necessary, as violence is something so normalized to him he considers it more of a tedious chore then a last resort measure, he usually reacts to conflict in ways that are objectively extreme to anyone who isn't thinking from his perspective. In qotd he even asks Daniel why men choose to fight in wars, explaining that he doesn't understand the draw of violence (bcus he's not a man) and he can't comprehend the supposed thrill of it.

Then he says this in pl to Gregory

💙: Which character is not as hot as everyone else seems to think they are?

i was going to say Marius but I figure that's too obvious since everyone at this point knows I don't like Marius 😭 so here's an even hotter take,,,,, Lestat ‼️

Only to a degree, I think Lestat is hot and deserves the hype, but i also think he's hot in a different way then a chunk of the fandom does. Based on his book description he's kind of wonky looking, mouth too big for his face, vaguely unnerving shallow pale skin, starved 1700s peasant build but also kind of buff in the unhealthy "i dont eat regularly but I'm strong enough to carry a wolf for miles on my back" sense, weirdly small fucking feet. He def has creepy ass florescent blue doll eyes too. my point is I think when drooling over Lestat the fandom tends to forget this wonkiness in favor of blonde bombshell, Sam Reid chizzled jawline and abs, or conventionally beautiful anime twink, when they should be appreciating lestat in all his weird as shit glory.

#Ask game #tvc #the vampire chronicles #vampire chronicles #vc #armand #lestat de lioncourt #iwtv #interview with the vampire #the vampire armand #Prince Lestat #the vampire lestat #louis de pointe du lac

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merrygejelh · 6 months

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It’s just that like. Dr who being poorly written is not at all unique to the 13th doctor. And her seasons are not poorly written in a particularly remarkable way. So I do think it’s a bit weird that enjoying Girl Doctor Seasons is the sin that gets you labeled a Dumb Opinion Haver by much of dr who fandom.

And don’t give me “Chibnall is more conservative than other writers” unless you can defend to me why Chris Chibnall’s clumsy attempts at progressivism are Worse politically than some of the outright conservatism and bigoted caricatures we’ve seen with other writers (I am LOOKING at classic who fans who take a moral high ground about Chibnall’s writing while reblogging gifs from The Two Doctors).

Kerblam is One Episode and if you can call Chibnall era fans anti-worker and pro-capitalist for an episode he didn’t write then surely Kill the Moon’s existence is damning to anyone who enjoys Steven Moffat’s writing. Come on now.

It’s SO INFURIATING how classic who fans get the grace of other fans taking as a given that they are aware of the ways it’s flawed and choose not to focus on that but if you like girl doctor you must PROVE that you’re Smart about it and know that it’s bad, or it’s assumed that you Don’t Know or Don’t Understand What Good Media Is. I just don’t think we put other eras of dr who under nearly the same scrutiny as 13 gets. Dr who HAS been bad before and will be bad again and in some ways is Always Bad so it’s WEIRD to me that these seasons specifically are the ones that get the “I judge anyone who likes it” treatment from even progressive factions of this fandom. That other post is right it does remind me heavily of Star Wars fans who give the prequels little to no scrutiny and insist that the sequels are unforgivably bad. I will remain a Girl Dr Who and Girl Star War enjoyer. Sorry.

#discourse #do I main tag this.#doctor who #vent #?#kind of #did you guys know that there’s a whole community out there of people doing scholarship about dr who #and they almost Never care about whether dr who is Good or Bad. because those words close off more interesting analysis #I do think dr who fandom can learn many things from academia. this is one of them

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Honestly as someone who has jumped feet first into multiple fandoms, the way 911 buddie and bucktommy fans are already absolutely at each other throats is pretty much a totally normal fandom reaction.

It sucks though, because a) all of these people are fake and frankly the stories I tell myself about the characters in my head have no bearing on actual canon and b) the people taking this really personally are actual assholes because, back to my first point, all of it is fake.

So while I am LIVING for the slow burn, friends to lovers, bi awakening, found family, mutual pining potential of a buddie love story, if the show doesn't give me that my brain can multiple times over.

I'm not a multi-shipper; once I land on a pairing that's pretty much it for me, but being an ass about it or trying to start fights with people who disagree with you is the worst part of fandom and I still don't fully understand what folks are trying to accomplish with that behavior.

Fandom isnt a war, its not a fight to the death over which boy gets the on screen kiss and whether or not a certain factions gets the moral high ground by being "right".

Just let the baby bi have a man snack! Because if your chosen pair doesn't get the canon endgame prize, fandom gets to dig into the angst via the power of fanfiction and that, my friends, is really the point of all of this.

So few of my pairings have been endgame that when they ARE its more like a neat treat than something I feel entitled to and frankly, some folks need to start thinking that way.

#911 #buddie #bucktommy #but also t100 #bellarke #clexa #oh and loki #sylki #lokius #dont get me started on CA #stucky #steggy

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daenerysies · 4 months

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it’s hard to take some individuals seriously on this app (or ANY social media app since they use the same talking points that can be disproved with a quick google search or idk OPENING THE BOOK) when they go on and on and on about how the series as a whole is only about ‘feudalism BAD’ which YES it is but this is a fictional f a n t a s y series and deliberately choosing to ignore that grrm is known for using his work to critique multiple points of interest and maybe, just maybe, he can critique the monarchy and still bring up other talking points; like how rhaenyra was usurped due to misogyny (it’s also weird the number of people that don’t seem to care about grrm creating the amethyst empress and the bloodstone emperor as direct parallels to rhaenyra and aegon and how each event affects the world of asoiaf but whatever).

it’s ridiculous to claim you’re team green (which means you want aegon to be king, not that you like tg characters) and in response to those on the other side try to take the ‘moral high ground’ by ONLY mentioning how the monarchy is bad when rhaenyra, a potential female ruler, is involved (which is a bit on the nose, don’t you think?) stanning team green and being anti targaryen is almost point blank the definition of hypocrisy. trying to claim you support them bc they were being neglected/abused (even though most of the abuse came directly from their mother and grandfather) which apparently gives them the ‘right’ to steal the throne, or the use of andal tradition (not law) as a way to demean rhaenyra’s position as heir, or even how they only want what’s ’best’ for the realm and aegon is that; despite how he very much would have been aegon the unworthy before we even made it to aegon iv’s generation; and no, you can’t use ‘he had a better council!’ when he fired anyone who didn’t immediately give him what he wants i.e. removing otto as hand bc of him not wanting to resort completely to bloodshed during the dance.

so feudalism is fine if it benefits alicent? aegon? aemond? but i thought all targaryen’s are evil and should go extinct? and aren’t alicent’s children TARGARYENS? so by spreading anti targaryen rhetoric you should be happy that the green’s entire bloodline was wiped out, right? it’s normal to like/dislike certain characters but to state that an entire house should be obliterated whilst liking the characters that exacerbate the worst traits of said house (or are enablers of said behavior) is especially rich, and would really be downright hilarious if it didn’t showcase how insincere and sanctimonious some can be in this fandom. stop constantly moving the goalpost and just admit that your views contradict one another regularly, it would make it a million times easier to engage with you.

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Master Playlist Post

Here is a gift I would like to give the whole Ikemen Vampire fandom. I made playlists from all the suitors currently available in the English release of Ikemen Vampire. In each playlist, I took in account their route, backstory, personality, and the overall atmosphere the suitor has. I did my best to include a wide range of genres; however, most of the bands in them are labeled as rock or indie music. I will continue to update the playlists as I find more songs. Please let me know what you think! I hope y'all enjoy these playlists as much as I did making them!

(Tumblr won't let me show more than ten of the Spotify previews, so I did hyperlinks.)

Arthur's Playlist: A combination of punk rock and rock swing music to capture his inner turmoil and how he hides his pain behind alcohol and women.

Shakespeare's Playlist: A wild mixture of music across different genres to capture how Shakespeare wears many masks and his conflicted feelings about working for Vlad. (Ranges from Heavy Metal to Indie)

Dazai's Playlist: A whiplash clash of joyful music with sad undertones along with sad music with happy undertones. Dazai tries to play the role of the clown, but he knows more than he lets on. (Genre: They Might Be Giants is the best way to describe it)

Faust's Playlist: He questions his belief in God and the loyalty he has towards science while he tortures MC for the sake of love and pleasure (Rock with subcategories like Soft Rock and Sound Rock)

Charles' Playlist: He wants to know what love is, and he is willing to do anything for you despite all the pain of his self sacrifices. (Majority Rock)

Isaac's Playlist: He wants to be close to you, but he fears what would happen if he lets himself go. (Soft Rock with Indie)

Vlad's Playlist: He admires humanity, but his flawed love leads him to taking the moral high ground. (Metal & Rock)

Comte's Playlist: An immoral vampire who plays all as a noble, but who is he outside of the social gatherings? (Rock and Indie - There is a special easter egg in this playlist :3)

Jean's Playlist: Fighting with his vampiric self, he struggles to push for the next day. (Majority Indie)

Theo's Playlist: Passion for protecting the arts and rage blends to form the man before you; however, he has a soft spot for sweets and his brother. (Majority Rock)

Leonardo's Playlist: He likes to nap and keep an eye on the mansion, but just who is he? (Indie)

Vincent's Playlist: The happy angel finds himself unable to cry despite all the horrors he has witnessed. (Indie) Sebastian's Playlist: The only other human in the mansion is obsessed with the historical figures surrounding him. but he refuses to admit that he can more than just a mere background character. (Rock and Indie)

Mozart's Playlist: You disgust him at first, but the cold musician will warm up to you eventually. (Rock, Indie with some classical)

Napoleon's Playlist: He isn't sure why he came back as a vampire; however, as the first person you met as the mansion, he will keep you safe as he battles his inner demons. (Rock) Whew, thank you so much for looking at all these playlist. Please let me know what you think and how well they fit the suitors! Tagging those who seemed interested: @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @koco-coko @eyebagtree @olivermorningstar @yanderepuck @namine-somebodies-nobody

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Answering a batch of these anons at once and under the break because I don't want this blog to be a pit of negativity.

Also, as a reminder: any bashing in my inbox will be ignored and continuous bashing will get you blocked. Be kind to others within the fandom. We can all have different preferences without being assholes to one another ty ty.

If you like that Space Frog/(ex-)Sharran ship, it's probably good to skip this. Also, what people ship has no impact on how I think of them so we're probably still cool unless you give me a reason to think otherwise lol.

It's very difficult to love both characters, exist in this fandom, and try to explain to other folks that, no, I don't see it lol. I've had to do it like 12 times now. It's fascinating.

I tried to read some fics to understand the hype. The toxic thing is part of the enjoyment, but they get past the murder attempt so fast and turn pretty quickly to respecting each other so it never even gave me toxic ship vibes. Just two ladies going, "good for her!"

So then I try to approach it from a more wholesome angle. Or a redemptive angle. Oh well. Not everything can be for everyone! I'm certain there's plenty of shippers in the fandom that can't stand my interpretations, so I'm not going to try and take a moral high ground on this. Just different tastes.

Also, a ship doesn't need to have any canon basis to be shipped, but maybe I'm too used to genuinely awful toxicity in toxic ships.

Plus there's no real "canon" in BG3 other than what exists in each of our playthroughs, so it's all moot anyways.

That's pretty much where I stand on it anon, so you've got me in your corner on that as well.

In my playthroughs, their banter when I had them together was always very neutral in any sort of romantic light. Again, a ship doesn't need canon basis to be a ship, but it really does come from that one scene. And that hatchet gets buried almost instantly.

So I just never got it. Maybe it was more of a thing in Early Access? But I like to consider stories when they're finished in totality rather than from the morsels EA gave people.

And I love that for you!

She has a fucking lich-queen to murder.

#hey you can ask me things!#random fandom thoughts #Ship and Let Ship is my motto and frankly what fictional barbies you like smushing together has zero effect on me #So you do you and I'll do me and we can all be happy :)#I really don't want to argue about something so trivial as shipping so please don't lol #also if you're curious why I'm trying to avoid names it's to hopefully not put these posts in that ship's tag... that's just not good vibes

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aydaptic · 4 months

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Hi there! Just passing by to ramble about how much I love your take on Gavin since he's also my favorite non-playable character in the game.

(Connor is my fave playable character ((predictable, ig?)) and I know [read it somewhere in your post, at least] you're not very fond of him, and that's okay.)

I know Gavin may not be everyone's favorite, but I just love how you see him differently regardless of what people say. I'm always relieved to read all your posts about him because it makes me feel like I'm crazy for even liking him while others are very against him.

I think some people are just conditioned to hate him instantaneously for being antagonistic towards Connor and Hank. And I think he has a good reason for it too. He's not a saint and I guess it's fine to like a character who's a bit cocky and with a lot of flaws.

But you had to admit that despite how seemingly shallow he is in the game, he does show a bit of his character upon extensive scrutiny and that's the beauty of what you're doing. I'll be reading (quietly) more of your opinions about this lovable jerk and I'll be loving every bit of it. ❤️❤️❤️

Hi :)

I'm glad to hear that. The toxicity/vitriol towards Gav has always made me concerned for humanity. It proves that so many ppl are incapable of thinking logically instead of emotionally. Where are their empathy? Likes/dislikes are subjective, but to say he's "nothing but a bad guy" and/or "has no redeemable qualities" are such brain-dead takes.

Despite his unpleasant attitude, Gav has every right to be canonically concerned about androids, and he has every right to believe they're not alive. It's logical. The guy doesn't have the insider knowledge that we, as players, do. Gav's not a psychic.

I love the gameplay of Con -- the detective aspect -- as well as his journey... but his awkward + overtly positive + doormat personality type annoys the shit out of me, lol. I'm Team Gavin Reed™ in disliking Con. Kudos to you for having enough intelligence to put aside your love for him and recognize that Gav has a point.

These are the reasons I've seen ppl hate Gav for:

some are too blinded by their love for Con and/or Hank (as you say)

some are narcissistic enough to feel entitled to their personal favorite characters having more fandom content (...and thus they take it out on fandom favorites)

some feel envious that Gav has the charisma to get away with being a dick (...and they aren't capable of doing the same bc they don't have charisma)

some try to take some BS moral high ground (...and fail)

some see parts of themselves in Gav and thus desperately try to convince others that, "I'm not like him!" (...and funnily enough, every Gav hater I've interacted with has proven themselves to be worse ppl than he is -- so yeah, they're not like him, they're worse)

some ppl are envious that Gav is better/more beloved than them and/or their favorite characters

some ppl hate white ppl (racists)

some ppl hate men (sexists/misandrists)

some ppl ignore the lead writer's statement that "the game is about androids and not race" so they can make it a modern-day political issue, and get brownie points saying stuff like "androids are real-life POCs meaning anyone who dislikes them is racist," bc they can't separate fiction from reality (...and thus they have the brain-dead take that Gav is "racist." I don't like AI such as ChatGPT taking jobs. Does that make me a racist, too?)

some ppl claim to hate Gav just bc it's popular (pack mentality)

some ppl just wanna create drama

some ppl are so starved for attention that they claim to hate him "just bc"

some ppl lack empathy (...and thus they don't understand what losing a job you love is like -- especially to someone who was just programmed to be better than you -- when you worked your ass off for decades getting said job)

some ppl didn't pay attention (...and thus they don't know that Gav had every right to step in both in The Interrogation and Last Chance, Connor bc Con was literally breaking the law)

some ppl see the world as black and white meaning they only think in extremes (...and are incapable of seeing the greys/finding balance)

some ppl are specifically looking to get triggered and thus bring up completely unrelated topics like "misogyny" bc god forbid you like Gav and not North even when they're completely different ppl (...and it's hypocritical that they protect North for hating humans, while at the same time, cursing Gav out for hating androids -- I don't go around with the false claim that, "you're sexist/misandrist for liking North and not Gav" bc I'm not an idiot)

That hatred is all based on emotions instead of rational thought.

"He's a dick!" So is Hank, North, and Con can be. "They have good reasons for it!" So has Gav. These ppl are in no position to decide who's 'the most' affected/traumatized, etc. bc we all react differently. Some are more distraught by their pet dying than a parent. That doesn't make their pain any less real.

Disliking him is fine, but don't give BS moral reasons for doing so. Sometimes we just don't vibe with a person/character and that's perfectly fine. Not vibing with someone, however, isn't hatred. It's apathy. Ppl who are just "meh" about him and don't spout BS excuses are valid.

#dbh #gavin reed #detroit: become human #dbh gavin #long post #Q&A #anonymous #*aydaptic

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Since I’ve seen so much Silvio hate since his route release, I wanted to take a minute to talk about why all 3 of the visiting foreign princes make me uncomfortable because I believe in equality. Please keep in mind that I am on a break from the ikepri app rn so I have not actually played Silvio’s route, though I did read a translation of it on here previously, but I’m going to try to avoid using stuff from that.

Starting with the man of the hour, first to be released, I’d sum up my feelings about his character as “eat the rich — literally not sexually ya numpty.” He is the embodiment of everything I’ve ever hated about capitalism and the 1% and genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, it would delight me to watch him die because of how he represents that. His jangling, the way he throws his money around (the fact he has, what, 10 billion for Rio to waste on a gem at auction in Rio’s route), and, most importantly, the complete lack of any apparent morality or humanity. He demands everyone respect him because of that money (respect as in deference that comes with authority) while he throws around his bullshit bootstrap rhetoric and refuses to treat anyone at all with respect (respect as in the basic human decency kind). There’s also a seriously sadistic streak in him and so it’s not enough to be a billionaire prince, he also has to take this random woman as his indentured servant and constantly upset her on purpose and demean her to punish her for someone else’s accident.

Next up is Gilbert who, to me, is just plain annoying more than anything else. He and Chev never really scared me or anything with all the violence since it’s super predictable with them, so that doesn’t really bother me, per se, but the way he’s a pushy little dick in social situations pisses me off and if I were Emma I’d be dead because I would’ve yelled at him within like 5 seconds of meeting him. The hell of it’s that he’s supposed to be this master manipulator but he doesn’t seem to even be all that good at manipulation since his is so ham-fisted, he’s just a pushy asshole. My thing with both him and Silvio is that I fucking hate money and I fucking hate authority and I believe that no one, including myself, should have it the way they do, and it makes me immensely angry to watch them use those things to abuse others.

Now, I saved Keith for last because he’s actually the worst of the three in my opinion and he genuinely scares the shit out of me, and not because he happens to have DID, but because of what sort of people main!Keith and alter!Keith are.

WARNING! MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND TRUE CRIME

Main!Keith just strikes me as being the kind of guy who would beat his gf and eventually kill her and, every time I see him, he reminds me of the Yellow Dress assembly my high school did about domestic abuse. He seems like the shy, insecure nerd who, in the early days, would worship the ground his gf walks on and just be so grateful that she decided to give him a chance, etc., until that turns into possessive jealousy over time, which then would feed into him isolating her, turning more violent, and then maybe killing her and hiding her body in the woods. Genuinely, the last event story I read with Keith made me INTENSELY uncomfortable from the very beginning because he had these vibes and I don’t know if I’ll be able to read his story because, in my head, Emma will already be dead, basically.

As for alter!Keith, he seems like the kind of guy who would literally be a serial killer, just going off the event stuff I’ve read, plus the second prologue and other act II routes. I could genuinely see him killing with no real rhyme or reason, unlike Chev and Gilbert who are so completely predictable. If main!Keith gives me true crime vibes in a OJ Simpson way, alter!Keith is more like a David Parker-Ray sort of true crime, and they both scare the living shit out of me. I can’t tell you how uncomfortable it is seeing so many people in the fandom talk about how much they love Keith and how nice and cute they think he is when, to me, he’s one of the scariest fictional characters I’ve ever encountered, mainly because I know he’s supposed to be a romantic lead in spite of everything I just said. Silvio and Gilbert would annoy me to death but Keith would do arts and crafts with my skin and hide my chopped-up body in the woods.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikeprince #ikepri critical #ikepri salt

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ohforficsakelibrary · 7 months

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The Margay: Chapter 3

The Laughter of Damned Things

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Summary: Cards are on the table now and offers have been made, but Frankie still has some apologizing to do.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Agent!OFC (no age gap)

Word Count: 4.4K

Rating: Explicit 18+ /oral (f receiving), fingering, brief handjob, protected piv, multiple orgasms (f) / Minors DNI

A/N: And here we have what you have been waiting for, complete with use of Frankie’s unofficial but completely canon fandom nickname because it's my favorite. Thank you all so much for continuing to read and comment and reblog and for the inclusion in your fic recs. I truly did not expect such a lovely outpouring of support. It means so much. Hope you all enjoy.

Frankie finds her an hour later, at the only bar on the beach that’s still open.

He knows because he checked five other ones before ending up here.

Wet hair soaks the shoulders of the high-neck sleeveless dress she's changed into, curves of her face lit up by her phone.

She only looks up when she hears the ice-clink of glass on the table.

A fresh gin and soda sheepishly slid in her direction with one finger.

Frankie slips into seat across from her.

He’s just gone straight for tequila on the rocks now.

“I’m sorry.”

And she smiles from one corner of her mouth.

“It’s not the first time that’s happened, Francisco. And it won’t be the last, I’m sure.”

“Frankie.” He mumbles. “You can just call me Frankie.”

“Hi, Frankie.” She extends her hand, “Audrey.”

She shakes with more strength now.

“Hi Audrey. 'M sorry.”

“Frankie I’m fine, I promise.”

She sounds like a mother soothing a child.

And having said everything that he came to say, Frankie is suddenly unsure of what to do.

So he dives nose-first into his glass.

“You’re definitely more of a Frankie than a Freddie, I have to say,” she tips her head to catch his gaze.

“Oh yeah? How’s that?”

“Well, Freddie sounds like some kind of…fuckin'…hedge fund manager’s son. Named after the bank that his daddy works for.”

He smirks, but doesn’t smile. And they sit in silence, one crunching on ice, the other spinning a lime around a glass. Each occasionally catching the other staring.

“So you’re a pilot.” She steers the conversation to something he knows.

Frankie looks up at her from under skeptical brows.

She rests her fingers on her phone. “Davis sent over your files, I’m sure he’s sent you mine too.”

“Mm. Yeah. I haven’t checked.”

He studies the fruit in his glass and she studies him in the silence that follows. The errant curls at the nape of his neck having escaped some semblance of style as they’ve dried. No hat this time.

The way his tongue fiddles with the inside of his bottom lip. The brush of grey in his patchy beard.

The heaviness in his eyes that has nothing to do with the late hour.

There’s a hair-fine scar on the bridge of his nose that’s only visible when he looks down.

She wants to drink in the details.

And if there’s one thing that’ll get a pilot talking—obscure aircraft tend to do the trick.

“I flew an Me 262 once.”

“A Messerschmitt? You fly?”

“Only if I have to” Audrey grins, “but that one belongs to a friend. He put a lot into restoring it and takes it out for a run every now and then.”

Brown eyes are lit up now. “What was it like?”

“It’s like 80 years old it’s clunky as fuck, Frankie. It’s terrifying.”

Frankie throws his head back in a laugh. It rips from his throat and crinkles his eyes. Offers her his back teeth. Heaviness lifts. God, she wants to see it again.

She’s always been partial to the laughter of damned things.

“Yeah, the uh, the wings on those had a tendency to snap off because the build materials were shit.” He briefly brushes his fingers over the bridge of his nose.

She combs a hand through her hair, scratching at her scalp. “I was made aware of that after I had her back on the ground, yep.”

They’re both laughing now.

“Damn, must still have been something, though,” it's wistful when the laughter dies down. “You need a refill?” Frankie holds up his empty glass.

No, but I want to keep talking to you.

“Please.”

“So," Frankie starts when he returns. "Two thousand eight hundred and seventy-two meters."

“Yeah.”

“Through the jungle.”

“Wasn't that impressive. A clearer shot than you might think,” she's diminishing herself but Frankie's buzzing now and won't have it.

“'C'mon, that’s gotta be what?” He swallows another mouthful of tequila. “Like the longest shot in the world and you…you just pulled it off on a random Tuesday in February?”

“Officially, it’s the second longest. Unofficially, not even close.”

“Unofficially?”

“Frankie, babe, they only report those numbers for missions that the public is allowed to know about.”

“That’s, yeah, that’s fair enough." He idly spins his glass between his thumb and middle finger. "Okay, fine, so what’s the actual record?”

“Five thousand, two hundred and three meters.”

“Fuck, that’s like. Over three miles. And what’s your record then?”

“Five thousand, two hundred and three meters.”

“Where?” He growls it.

“The Atacama.”

Frankie clinks his glass against hers with a smirk.

He spends a moment on her face. Cheekbones glowing with humidity, bottom lip probably tasting of gin.

Frankie leans in halfway over the table and lets it fly.

“You’re The Margay.”

It’s rumbled through registers of his voice so low that even she barely hears him.

She answers with the barest arc of an eyebrow.

“You’ve got people out here scared shitless,” he purrs again.

Audrey leans in until there’s half a foot between them. “I didn’t start that. But I’ve never stopped it either. Easier to operate when you’re a concept. Keeps people from looking for an individual person.”

Frankie hears her, but his eyes are on her mouth.

It plucks at the strings of something dark inside his chest.

The fact that she’s still here, all warm smiles and heated lips in the face of that much danger.

He wonders if she sleeps.

“How many?”

Kills.

“As The Margay?”

Or total? Hangs unasked.

His heady gaze finds her eyes.

“Eighty-two confirmed.”

And it doesn’t matter which she means because she’s close enough to smell the tang of tequila on a hot breath that ruffles drying ringlets.

It shouldn’t be doing what it’s doing for him.

But a woman who can handle herself.

The competence of it all.

“Fuck,” Frankie breathes.

“I would very much still like to, yes.”

Frankie’s tongue wets his bottom lip, left hand reaching around the back of her neck—gently—and guides her mouth to his.

The taste of her is different now, less urgent but just as desperate.

“You’re fuckin’ dangerous, Goddard," he whispers with his forehead tipped against hers.

“Not the first time I’ve heard that and won’t be the last, I’m sure,” she echoes with a smile. “Close your tab, Morales.”

_____

Ten minutes later he has her against the door to her hotel room, his tongue laving the shell of her ear, her fingers laced in the still-damp roots of his curls.

“Need this off,” Frankie huffs against her neck where the turtleneck of her dress is keeping him from skin. Massive palms skate up her hips under the fabric and she leans back to allow him to do away with it. Immediately his lips find her neck, tongue laving an apology over finger-shaped patches of red that have already began to blossom purple.

The scratch of his beard over bruises makes her stomach flip.

Her fingers find the hem of his t-shirt and divorce him from it, head thumping back against the door with a sigh when the broad expanse of his heated skin finally presses like a balm against her own.

“Need to taste you,” he breathes, wild against her mouth.

“Get on the bed, Frankie,” Audrey shoves him back, reveling in the way his dark eyes burn as she steps out of her underwear, slinking towards him intending to take his face back in her hands. Palms fit to her hips and he lifts her onto the bed instead.

Hands immediately force her knees open and he skates the bridge of his nose through her folds, trailing the motion with the flat of his tongue. Audrey moans and reflexively clamps her legs shut at the sensation, but Frankie holds her firm, readjusting to splay wide over her hips, forearms and elbows keeping her spread for him.

“Is this okay?” He breathes hot against her core, huge brown eyes angled up at her.

“Don’t stop, Frankie.”

And so he doesn’t.

He feasts like a man starved.

He sucks and laves until she’s arching off of the bed, hands buried in his hair, firmly anchored to his face by his fingers wrapped around her thighs.

She’s loud.

He loves it.

Loves noises he pulls from her throat when his tongue dips inside her. The way she keens when he sucks on her clit. The way she pleads Francisco over and over in the seconds before she finally breaks with two of his fingers inside her cunt.

The snap of a bow string.

Loves the way she has to cover her mouth to keep the desire in when he meets her eyes and sits up after having brought her through it, nose and lips glistening, sucking her slick off of his digits.

He lives for it.

Frankie cages her in with hands on either side of her head. “See how good you taste, baby,” he purrs against her lips before dipping his tongue inside her mouth. She moans at the tang of her on his lips and arches up into his solid chest as one hand slides behind her lower back, encouraging her hips up to his own.

He’s painfully hard under a layer of denim.

“Get rid of this,” she demands, tugging on a belt loop, “now.”

He rolls over on his back and she rakes dark curls out of her face so she can fit against his side to pepper his chest with kisses as he kicks off his jeans.

When he’s finally free she props herself up on an elbow, skating fingers down the soft swell of his stomach, through the sparse tuft of curls below his navel. "May I?"

"God, yes" he echoes her plea and she takes him in hand, green eyes never leaving his face.

Frankie cries out at the same moment she moans at the size of him—thick and uncut. Weeping for attention.

He reaches a hand around the nape of her neck, guiding her lips back to his, breathy moans escaping into her mouth every time her fingers brush up against the underside of his head with a twist of her wrist.

She handles him deftly. With finesse.

With talented sniper’s fingers.

Audrey swipes her thumb over his leaking tip and brings a bead of him to her tongue, holding his dark gaze as she hums her approval at the taste.

Frankie’s cock twitches against his stomach and his brain short circuits.

He catches her hand when she reaches for him again.

“Not—gonna last,” he cranes up to nip at her bottom lip, “need to be inside you.”

She hums approval again.

“We need…” he sits up and looks around on the floor for his jeans, more specifically, the condom in his wallet.

Audrey’s up and across the room rifling through a bag, flinging a small packet towards him which he snatches out of the air.

God bless a woman who's prepared.

He makes quick work of rolling the condom on and finds her mouth again.

He stops her with a hand on her hip when she makes a move to straddle him, guiding her onto her back instead.

“Let me take care of you,” he kisses down her neck, pleading, “please, baby.” He grabs a pillow from behind her head and fits it under her hips.

Honestly, she’s impressed.

And it must be written on her face because Frankie sheepishly speaks up. “I’m—a lot,” he lays a kiss on her shoulder, “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

He’s not wrong, her hand barely makes it around him.

“I’m not made of glass.” She takes his face in her hands and sucks on his bottom lip.

He kisses a wet, lazy path up over her when she releases him, a bruise sucked into her hip bones, the scratch of his beard across her stomach, teeth scraping through the flimsy fabric of her bra as his fingers find her wet heat again.

“I have a lady,” ghosts across her collarbone, “and a baby,” confessed against her mouth as two fingers curl against that spot inside that makes her impatient.

“And I have a man more dangerous than you.”

That provokes something because he applies—pressure. Upwards. Curling. Demanding.

“But does he make you moan like this?” Frankie growls against her teeth, the heel of his palm pressing down on her clit, calling forth a cry on command.

Both of her hands tighten in his hair.

“Does he love that pretty mouth like I do, princesa?” He rumbles against her jaw, nose smashed into her cheek.

“Don’t call me that, Francisco.”

“Does he need to open you up like this,” he slips a third finger inside and catches her gasp with his teeth, “—gatita?”

And his turn of phrase makes her smile against his lips.

“No.”

Frankie teases a bit longer until the slide of his fingers eases. When he slips them from her slick heat he reflexively stuffs them in his mouth as he shifts to fit himself between her legs. She makes a noise that’s half protest at the loss of his solid weight at her side and half wrecked at what he’s just done.

Frankie apologizes by giving her the taste from his tongue. He sits up and reaches down to rub the head of his cock against her clit, basking in her soft gasps, before sliding it up and down over her core, gathering the slip of her across his full length.

Fingernails ghost over her thighs as he rocks his hips, continuing to tease.

“Francisco…” she breathes in both want and warning and he hums in response, soothing one hand over her stomach, while the other lines himself up.

He pushes in slowly and they both let out a moan. Frankie starts up languid shallow strokes at first, watching her face intently.

“How’s that feel, baby?” He’s barely composed enough to gasp it.

She cants her hips for more but he flattens a palm across her stomach, dark eyes half-hooded with lust.

Frankie’s the one who has been in control all along.

But he’s beautiful now that he’s teetering on the edge of it.

Damp curls falling across his forehead. Lips swollen from her attention. Chest flushed and heaving from the exertion. From the want. He’s a man ripped apart between the urge to be gentle and needing to make her scream.

“Frankie, I…”

She gasps and then moans when he does the last few inches in one stroke, allowing her a moment to feel through the fullness.

Allowing him a moment to collect himself.

She’s so tight around him and yet she takes him. Welcomes all of him in. He hates that he can’t slip bare against her here, but reasons that it may be for the best.

He’s not sure how long he’d last that way.

Hands clench to bruising where they’ve settled on her hips.

Audrey lets out the breath she was holding and reaches to run her fingers up his forearms.

“Move, Frankie,” her purr snaps him back.

Hands reach for him and he returns his weight and his mouth to her, cock sparking against tinder, dragging slowly at first before his pace picks up to something—devastating. He curls his hips with each thrust and her eyes flutter shut.

A soft nip spared at her collarbone before he sits back a moment, catching the backs of her knees over the insides of his elbows.

Folding her when he scrapes at her chin with his teeth.

She's on borrowed time.

Incapable of anything more than panting into his mouth because Frankie knows his angles.

Nails bite into his shoulder blades as he watches her underneath him, head tipped back, plush lips fallen open.

Bruises where the tendons of her neck stretch tight.

He can’t decide if he hates himself for putting them there.

Or if they’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Audrey rakes red over his shoulder blades and it makes him growl, the rumble of it reverberating in the hollow spaces in her chest. She angles heavy-lidded eyes up at him as the muscles in her stomach tense, bringing her hands to cup his scruffy jaw.

Inhaling his exertion.

Exhaling her pleasure.

He shifts to let her legs go and supports himself on his elbows, palms closing over the crown of her head as his hips slow to a deep grind that puts pressure against her clit.

She mumbles some manner of blasphemy and he smirks an mouths at her pulse, breathing in deep before kissing at the soft spot behind her ear.

“Frankie,” she pants, “so close.”

“Go on, baby,” he purrs. “Let me feel you.” One hand closes into a fist in her hair and he rolls his hips, “go on.”

She breaks within seconds, one hand fisted in the sheets, the other in his flesh.

Frankie moans and grits his teeth at where she’s clenched tight around his cock, trying desperately to hold out as he eases her through, the rock of his hips keeping him buried deep.

Her mouth lazes over his shoulder, fingers grabbing for his hair, sweeping damp tendrils from his forehead as his tongue sweeps against hers. He buries his nose in the crook of her neck with a growl.

“So tight…”

“Frankie,” she lets go on a cracked breath.

Pleading.

“Oh, baby. No. You’re not fucking done,” he grits out and sits up, massive hands encircling her waist, pulling as he snaps his hips against hers. “You’re not. I can feel it.” The staccato smack of skin rings through the room at a fervent, building tempo.

She lays one hand against the headboard to brace against the force of him and moans from deep in her chest.

“Tell me what you need, gatita,” he drives home a particularly harsh thrust.

“Deeper, Frankie.”

He pulls out, slides a hand along one thigh up under her ass and shoves, the force of it flipping her over flat on her stomach. He thrusts roughly back inside, supporting his weight with both hands, nose finding the tangle of her hair at the crown of her head.

He rolls his hips against her, testing the angle and she props herself up on her forearms, fingers gripping at the sheets. He can feel that he’s completely bottomed out, the head of his cock finding a wall with every thrust.

This is where partners usually tell him it hurts.

He slows a fraction and cups her chin with one hand, encouraging her to bend back.

She meets his gaze upside down.

“Is this..?” he grinds out, “fu—oh…okay?”

“Mmhmm,” she answers with a throaty hum. Her jaw goes slack and her tongue darts out to taste his thumb.

“Faster, Frankie.”

Oh.

This? He’s not coming back from this.

The pace he sets in the wake of her command is brutal.

“You’ve got one more in you, don’t you baby? So fuckin’ beautiful,” he drags his nose up her spine and bites at the base of her neck. “Take this cock so well. Go on baby…let me have it…one more,” he’s babbling and sucking breath in through clenched teeth, moans escaping his throat with each exhale.

She hikes one knee up as much as she can where she’s caged in by his legs, the angle putting pressure on her clit with every thrust, and adjusts to tip her hips forward.

And it sends him knocking against something sacred.

A soft, precious spot deep at the core of her that makes them both sob. That grips and molds to him and spins a warm coil of fresh pleasure at the base of her spine. He lowers himself to press his chest against her back, the pace of his thrusts knocking stuttering breath from her lungs.

“So deep, Frankie,” she gasps from under the tangle of hair that’s fallen in front of her eyes, tipping her head back to fit in the crook of his shoulder. She turns to him, open-mouthed, tongue finding a bead of sweat that drips just behind his ear.

“Fuck, he growls, “feel so fucking good, baby. Look at you. Like a fucking. Glove.”

“Please, Frankie, please…”

Frankie growls, reaching up with one hand to grab the top of the mattress for leverage as he twines his other arm under hers, hand wrapping up around her shoulder.

He’s snarling directly into her ear.

“Frankie. Frankie, that’s it, baby,” she gasps, the word nearly causing him to come undone. “Don’t stop, Frankie. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t…”

She screams this time when she clenches around his cock.

And it sends Frankie careening over the edge after her with a bark that sets her ears ringing.

His snarls are deafening as his hips stutter through each pulse before he presses deep and holds there, chest heaving against her back.

Shortly thereafter, his muscles stop obeying his brain and the broad weight of him collapses flush against her. Audrey’s head drops into the space between her forearms, her soft, breathy gasps still filling his ears.

He finds himself enough after a moment to lay gentle kisses across the curve of her shoulder. To nuzzle at her frazzled curls and burrow his nose there, lungs desperate to fill every crevice with her scent.

He revels a moment in this languid melting of limbs. This bonelessness that she wrought. The warmth that floods him from his scalp to his toes.

This peace.

He reaches down after a beat, holding the condom in place as he pulls out and collapses onto his back.

He has to move. Has to take this thing off. Has to throw it away. But his chest is still heaving and he’s not sure he can stand.

Audrey turns, head pressed back against a flattened pillow, breath coming in stuttering gasps.

She’s still reeling.

Frankie fits against her side, running a wide palm over her stomach before wrapping his arm around her—anchoring her—sucking open-mouthed kisses into the skin of her shoulder. She tips her head, pressing her nose and lips to sweat-damp scalp before he shifts to meet her eyes.

“Hi,” he whispers against her lips.

“Hi,” she sighs back with a smile.

Language passes between them in half-finished, panted sentences complete with fully formed understanding.

“Was that…?”

“Amazing. But I really have to…”

“Yeah…”

He sits up with her, knuckes stroking her back before she stands on limbs she doesn’t quite trust, a strong arm catching her around the middle when she falters a hair.

She returns from the bathroom and he leaves for it, pausing as they pass in the hallway.

Allowing fingers to skim over the curve of her ass.

To dance over the soft swell of his waist.

To allow lips and tongues to meet.

He finds her in bed on her stomach when he returns, rumpled sheets slung low over her hips, arm wrapped around a pillow. She hums when his body heat returns to her.

Frankie can’t keep his hands from her skin.

She’s done away with her bra now and he runs his palm over the bare expanse of her back, slipping under the sheet and up again. His fingers curve over her shoulder then brush mussed curls from the nape of her neck.

He maps every feature and commits it to memory with the hope that he will traverse it again some day.

He locks the sweat-salt taste away under his tongue in case he doesn’t.

“You sure I didn’t hurt you?” He whispers.

“Quite the opposite, Francisco.”

Her voice is already thick with sleep.

Sated.

He cranes to lay kisses over the “m” with a devil’s tail inked at the top of her spine, noting how it sends the smallest jolt through her before she arches against him.

Fingers move feather-light to trace the antlers of a moose tattooed on her shoulder and it sends a chill racing across her skin.

“Don’t want to leave,” Frankie trails his nose across the span of her before dropping kisses down her vertebrae.

“Then don’t.”

“I have to.”

“Then go.”

He skates a hand down over the curve of her ass and squeezes before fingertips skip up into the dip of her back, idly fitting his thumb into one of the dimples there and settling against her hip, encouraging her over. Their mouths fit together again, Frankie’s lazy tongue lapping against hers.

“Thank you,” he breaks the kiss and breathes against her mouth, forehead pressed against hers.

She smiles.

“Go, Frankie.”

And he understands.

Understands that if he stays, he can’t say he’ll ever leave.

_____

There’s a grin that he can’t wipe from his face in the time it takes to walk back to their shitty hotel.

It’s nearly five in the morning when Frankie finally slinks back into the room, first rays of morning just beginning to lend shades of grey to the palate.

He latches the deadbolt with little more than a whisper. Manages to get his boots off just as quietly.

He doesn’t want Santi polluting what’s running through his veins.

Whatever it is that's pooling languidly in his belly.

Doesn’t want to hear anything but the sound of her moans still echoing in his ears.

“You two kiss and make up?” Pope says from face down on the bed nearest the door.

Like nails against fucking slate.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s all good.”

Santi reaches to flip the reading light on, dark eyes tracking Fish around the room. “You fuck her?” His tone is more impishly curious than accusatory.

“Go back to sleep, Pope.” He shucks off his jeans and t-shirt, leaving both in a pile at the foot of his bed.

But that damn smile is back. Pulling at the corners of his mouth.

Santi’s not going to let that go.

“Heeeyyy Big Dick Morales got some!”

“Oh god no, don’t bring that back,” he tosses his phone on the nightstand, turning down the bedspread, biting his bottom lip to keep from grinning.

“You needed that, man. You’ve been a fuckin' live wire for months. Needed someone to zero out your brain. Look at you, can’t keep the fuckin’ smile off your face. Coming in here like the goddamn cat that got the cream.”

He’s not gonna touch that one.

“How many times?”

“Go the fuck back to sleep, Pope.” Frankie reaches to flip the light off and turns over in an attempt to block Santi out.

“Well your back looks like a fuckin’ Jackson Pollock, so. Congrats.”

And Frankie allows himself a full smile before sleep takes him.

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