#this was really hard to draw because i was bawling my eyes out
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What usually triggers baby mode and what were everyone’s reactions the first time it happened? Particularly the other two babies ^^
i was planning on drawing this but i am so. so tired... so i hope this is okay!! tiny 21 trio au my beloved
Sanemi:
usually he goes Baby Mode when his emotions get carried away. 9 times out of 10 its because he's really angry and frustrated about his situation
but he will also go baby mode when he's super happy. Tengen found out he could get him to go Baby Mode via tickling him and playing with him for example
He went Baby Mode for the first time when he accidentally got himself hurt during a 'tantrum.' Sanemi accidentally hit his head, and the second Genya scrambled to make sure he was okay, he began bawling his eyes out and he dropped
Genya was worried, but once Sanemi was cheered up, he was thrilled, because it turns out Baby Sanemi is attached to him
this weirded out Giyuu and Obanai a lot-- the angry Wind Hashira was suddenly a super happy-and-go-lucky baby who drooled all over the place
they were not huge fans of Sanemi trying to play with them, though Giyuu reluctantly joined in-- only to regress into an infant mindset as well. Obanai thought he was in hell
Giyuu:
he’s having a hard time processing the attention and care he’s receiving and he just sort of drops out of nowhere
Obanai and Sanemi, being his number one haters, mock and degrade him for it via baby babble, but thats just because they struggle a LOT with the situation
they are very thrown off when Giyuu starts cooing and attempts to cuddle with them
Sanemi in particular, gets super annoyed because he keeps pawing at his face and trying to play with him
Giyuu keeps calling Obanai "baby" because he's a lot tinier. the Hashira find this hysterical
Giyuu warms up to the transition pretty fast to make things easier. he tends to go Baby Mode more voluntarily and tries to help the other two understand why its useful
Sanemi and Obanai just assume Giyuu is doing this to make himself look high and mighty, and it pisses them off. every time Giyuu goes Baby Mode around them, they spend the first minute being like "what the hell is the matter with you. jerk"
the other Hashira are grateful but a few can’t help themselves from teasing him about it. they all agree hes adorable when he regresses. Shinobu is thriving
Tanjiro and Nezuko adore Giyuu whether he's big or small, but when he's Baby Mode, he's much more willing to be held and snuggled and loved
Urokodaki cries the first time he sees Giyuu in Baby Mode. he loves his son very much
Obanai:
his first Baby Mode directly resulted from Obanai's inability to find Kaburamaru. someone (probably Tengen) makes the mistake of pulling the serpent away from the tiny baby out of fear that Kaburamaru might accidentally hurt him, and when Obanai lost sight of his familiar, he began to quietly weep
nobody noticed his cries at first, but Mitsuri quickly picked up on how curled up the baby was, and how his little body shook in distress. she quickly scooped him up and showered him in affection, not even questioning Obanai's change in mental state
as she fawned over him, the others reunited Kaburamaru with Obanai, and the two clung to each other the whole night
everyone quickly found out Obanai would involuntarily go Baby Mode for several reasons. mainly losing sight of Kaburamaru or when everyone tries to get him fed
Obanai is extremely sensitive and weepy, and the only thing that really cheers him up is words of reassurance combined with snuggles. Giyuu and Sanemi find this pretty ironic. usually Sanemi will just pat the smaller baby's head, but Giyuu will actively crawl over and hug him in an effort to help
when he has trouble eating, Sanemi and Giyuu sympathize with him, since this is a habit Big Obanai has as well. those two can actually eat fruits and mushed up baby food, but Obanai still needs to be bottle-fed (at least in the beginning). to help, the two will also drink from a bottle to show him it's okay
when they are no longer in Baby Mode, Sanemi yells that Obanai owes him. Obanai feels both insulted and shocked
he will also go Baby Mode while being taken care of Mitsuri and Rengoku. its hard not to when they're so genuine and loving
#askbites#not artbites#tiny 21 trio au#demon slayer#kny#sanemi shinazugawa fanart#iguro obanai#giyuu tomioka
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silly Aiden headcanons because I have no impulse
i probably already done these before in other headcanon posts I made but ermm I’ll do it again 😹
small TW for scars at the end 🗣🗣
AIDEN :
Aiden has the most unhinged playlist ever like oh my giggly goodness we got metal we got rock we got classic we got indie we got pop we got vocaloid Idfk whatever you can think of ( same 😹 )
totally had an immense phase of just everything . Creepy pasta , animation , FNAF , idk any other phases from 2016 help
Probably dated like once or twice , but they weren’t serious at ALL and mostly online . He just said yes because he wanted to be nice since he never really had friends ofc , so why hurt someone you barley know if it means getting a friend ? ( I’m gonna explode 😭 )
I’m not sure when this was actually invented , but he’d probably try and convince everyone to make battery acid candy drinks . ( they all say no 😔 )
Sorta sad headcanon they if no matter how hard to tries to solve a difficult puzzle , and he fails , he just starts silently bawling his eyes out . Cause you know he’s really good at them right ? He can solve them pretty quickly ? So if he’s like absolutely pressured by a bunch of people watching expecting him to win ( or like his friends cause yk they believe in him !!!! ) and he can’t solve the puzzle he’ll be like “ why can’t I solve this why is this hard why am I failing “ or something and then start crying ig ( Yeouchers angst 😿 )
Bro is the heaviest napper ever you can stack things on him for HOURS but the moment he actually sleeps most things can wake him ( if he’s not comfortable at least . He’ll sleep pretty well at sleepovers )
I can’t figure out an art style for him but I updated it so ignore that last drawing it’s grody anyway he sometimes draws people but prefers just random splotches of color . He has extremely stylized art but yk , it’s just ‘ weird ’ according to some people since it’s really . . graphic . Not in a BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD way but very mixed ( if you get what I mean )
Hugs everything when he sleeps you can’t tell me otherwise like you seen his old bed ?? He had NOTHIN so absolutely is he gonna cuddle everything near him
Hates competing . ( idk if he did it before but we’ll see ) like he doesn’t like doing puzzle competitions anymore that much , he just got bored of it and was really kinda forced to do it when he was younger . BUT if it’s in a game against his friends , he’ll probably do it just to help them out cause they always get stuck if Logan can’t figure it out either .
Does that thing with music where If it absolutely hits he just starts spazzing out and dances to it
that one thing where he walks around in a circle talking to himself if he’s really deep in thought ( he could go on for hours so someone has to pull him out to drink water at least )
TONS of posters in his room
Him and Taylor binge shows together , often ask the others to join when they aren’t busy . They totally watch anime ( Tyler calls it childish then gets really invested in uhhhh let’s say full metal alchemist and sport animes like haikyuu or something I can’t think of any he’d like . But I’m gonna make them all watch Ghost stories because it’s funny )
Aidlyn cuddling is mostly done at Aidens house cause his parents rarely go up to check on him ( 😅💥 ) and also he had a ton of blankets for Ashlyn to wrap herself in . He got her a heavy weighted blanket for her birthday one time so when that’s not around she just uses Aiden as a blanket if she’s feeling affectionate ( he’s warm in the winter time and pretty light believe it or not )
Has a medium spice tolerance , eats more then what he can handle like a stinky loser
doesn’t like anyone pointing out his growing hair roots so just don’t talk about it much 😅😅
steals chopsticks from restaurants cause who needs to buy any ??? They’re free if you don’t get caught / hj
sometimes just locks himself up in his room and lays in his bed thinking about life
LOVES drawing his friends ( especially Ash ) in his free time because he rarely draws in front of people , and will make an airplane out of it to throw it over to them . But he has that mentality where “ Everyrhing I make kinda sucks “ so expect to find doodles in the trash or hidden in his room
IPad kid , can’t tel me otherwise .
Loves hover boarding but he kinda sucks at it so he just 🧍🕺☠️ ( falls )
Will ram into everyone in bumper cars , almost sent someone flying ( Lilly , he bought her candy as a sorry )
rarely catches cavities because he actually has really strong teeth and willingly bites down on hard candies ( I do the same thing because I’m impatient 😹 )
Does all his school work at home cause school has too many distractions ( real )
Buys like body foundation to smear onto his legs and arms . He doesn’t want anyone to point out them out , and if they do he just tells them their from skateboarding . It can come off after a few days if he doesn’t reapply , but it’s fine since he does it again in between and would have to reapply anyway . Idk how it works 😿
Anyway who shall I do next ????? Put your answers in the comment section below subscribe like and support my Patreon see you in the next video 😹😹😹☝️☝️💥💥
#school bus graveyard#sbg#sbg (webtoon)#school bus graveyard webtoon#I’m so mean#I got to stop I’m going insane#He has one of those ugly - cute stuffed animals with the fake teeth#aiden clark#aiden rambles#Will update tags later maybe
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Hii smooches!! I’m starting to brain rot for Dottore again and I really love your fragile reader posts and I was wondering, (sorry if you’ve already done this) what will happen if reader’s sickness is getting so bad to the point they start forgetting everything, the segments, dottore, their memories, anything about them. What if one day, Dottore goes to check up on reader and they are just scared because they don’t know why a masked man came in into their room and why are they not at home (just that they forgot what their past home was like too..)
What if one by one reader forgot everything about the segments, what would their reactions be? I mean every time they try to make reader remember them, the next day, they forgot about them again. I know this was a little angsty, im sorry 😢
(x, x, x, x) (<- some other writing with fragile reader losing their memory) Hi anon!! I'm really glad you like my posts and I would be happy to elaborate more because, to be honest, I'm eating up the angst right now!
Losing your memory would be gradual, little things at first but no one could have guessed one day you would wake up and not remember anything. Especially you, how could you even fathom the thought of forgetting the people who hold most dear? But it happens anyway one day. Obviously, if you woke up in an unfamiliar place, unsure of who you were, your purpose, your situation, and to top it all off, a tall, masked man who certainly did not look like a normal or friendly person, would make you freak out. You'd try to scope out your surroundings at first, confused as to why there are framed pictures of you with people you don't know (and they all have blue hair for some reason?) Until the door opens and one of the people actually walks in and oh boy he looks a LOT more scary in person.
Dottore would be confused as to why you're slowly backing away from him, and why there is so much fear on your face. What's wrong? You shouldn't be scared of him, you never have been, so why now? But that's until you whimper out the question of who he is, and what he's going to do with you, and if he's going to hurt you, maybe even kill you, or what his intentions and, and, and- as the tears well up in your eyes, Dottore knows he's failed you once again.
I imagine there are times you get so worked up and terrified he has to sedate you so you can calm down. And all he can do is stroke your cheek and promise that everything is going to be okay as you fall back into a slumber, doomed to forget everything once again. Unfortunately, this is the only way for him to make you drink your medicine because obviously, you'd fight to the death before you let a strange man feed you an unknown substance.
Naturally, the segments are similarly upset. They've barely spent any time with you, and now you've forgotten them, as well as everything that makes you [Name]. But they're still going to love you of course. Zandy bawled his eyes out for hours once he found out, he's so sad that the only person who paid attention to him doesn't even remember him or the memories... he shows you the drawings you made with him but you still can't remember... Beta (Webttore) well... honestly it's going to be hard to bond with him because he is outwardly very not so normal... and you don't understand his eccentricity. Alpha (Akademiya segment) lets you play with the Ruin parts you used to love to construct with him, Omega merely tries to talk because every time he tries to touch you, you shy away.
These past four hundred years, the Akademiya days, they mean nothing now. Because you don't remember them. You don't remember him. But that's okay. This is just another obstacle, another problem to overcome. Dottore will make you remember, he swears it, no matter what it takes. And he'll wait for the day that familiar glint returns to your eye, and you're yourself once again.
#smooches talks#fragile reader <3#dottore love notes <3#oopsies... just pretend there is fluff where u get it back <3
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Firestar redesign! with every design i draw for him he gets shorter and chubbier
Prev. designs: 1 l 2
[Image ID: A digital drawing of Firestar from Warrior Cats. He is standing with his right side facing us, he is smiling with a calm, happy expression on his face. He is a fluffy long furred, round and chubby orange tom. He has dark reddish orange along the top of his back, head and the beginning of his tail, which is layered on top of orange, his stomach, neck and the lower half of his face is yellow, these colors all layer on top of each other in a fire like pattern. He has white on his muzzle, the very tip of his tail, the tips of his paws, at the bottom of his chest forming a large heart, and in the middle of his chest in a small diamond shape. His eyes are green and his inner ears and nose are light pink./End ID]
Here's some info about him in my au! v
Character wise I imagine him being a very emotional person, especially when he’s happy, he will just bawl his eyes out over anything joyous. If you tell him a funny joke he will start to cry from laughter.
He of course also cries a lot when he’s sad, or even really angry! This did not help him when he was young because his clanmates thought of him as a crybaby kittypet, but over time he proved himself and proved that that wasn't a weakness.
Over time he learned how to control his emotions more and be more “calm” when doing leader duties, such as going to gatherings or commanding the clan in hard times. But after an especially hard time of keeping a straight face for the clan he will go snuggle up with his mates and cry his eyes out for a bit.
Speaking of his mates! He is bi and polyamorous! He is of course mates with his lovely wife and deputy Sandstorm, and he is also mates with Longtail! They started bonding and getting close after Swiftpaw’s death and became mates a bit after Sand and Fire got together. He had a crush on Greystripe for a LONG while and he was extremally hurt by him leaving for Riverclan and just him overall not caring about Fire and his warrior duties when he was courting Silverstream. I think that Grey had feelings for Fire too but he lost is chance after all that and Fire decided they were best off being best friends.
He did NOT have a crush on Spottedleaf and she most certainly did not have feelings for him!!! They were close however and Spotted viewed him as a little brother, she felt determined to protect and help Fire after receiving the prophecy. Also he came around right when her brother Redtail died, and I like the idea that Red sent her a message from the afterlife to help and support Fire.
Also! he has an extremally strong connection to Starclan, and he passes that connection down to his children and their kin to varying degrees. Spottedleaf almost asked him if he wanted to train to be a Med cat seeing how strong his connection to Starclan is, but she knew that was not his fate, and she could see that he enjoyed his training and was determined to be a warrior.
#cryptidclaw's warriors au#warrior cats#warrior cats design#firestar#fireheart#firestar design#firestar warrior cats#thunderclan
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summary || looking at the stars in the sky together with him is something you really want to do.
pairing || albedo x gn!reader
a/n || i was in an artblock and i was actually bawling my eyes out but then i remember i can write
warning || he called reader beautiful but that doesn't mean that reader is fem! other than that, none.
── 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎 🎨 STARRY SKY ༉‧₊˚✧ .
It's windy today, you are currently on your way to visit albedo in his lab. He told you that he will be waiting for you at his usual place.
Walking another couple of steps, you've finally arrive at his lab. Wearing the coat he bought you a week ago. You silently made your approach to him, wanting to surprise the man. But of course—albedo turned around and caught you in the act. Just like usual.
"Trying to surprise me again, are you?" You froze in your place and smiled sheepishly at him. "It's okay though. I don't mind."
You smiled at him and walks closer to him. "What are you working on?" You asked with a curious face. Albedo has always been experimenting with stuff, so you are curious to know what he is doing today.
"I'm..just trying to paint something." He answered. You hummed at his response and squint your eyes.
"Why is the canvas blank?"
"I don't really know what to draw currently. Is this what humans often say as an artblock?" You snort out a laugh at his question. Albedo really surprised you every single day huh.
"Where— where did you learn that word?" You asked, still trying to hold back a laugh.
"What? Is it a bad word?" You shook your head and laughed at his cluelessness. "No- no..no it's not. I don't know, it just sounds funny when you said it." Albedo only hummed at your response and goes back to his canvas. Both of you talked to each other for quite some time, obviously because he is working so hard that you barely see him at home. And both of you did not realize that it's late already.
"It's already so late. Are you sure you can go back alone?" Albedo asked with a slight frown on his face. You smiled warmly at him, even though he is not human, he still feel worried about you.
"Yes, i'm sure."
"How about you stay here for a while? The skies are gonna be full of stars tonight." Hearing his offer, it's hard to say no. He is frowning too, what kind of a cruel person are you to make him sad?
You ended up staying with him to watch the starry sky together. The sky is so bright you can't help but be amazed by it, the light blue color and purple blend together so beautifully. How many times has it been since the last time you've seen a sky so beautiful like this with him?
While you were focused with the stars, albedo is more focused on you. A part of him wants to study your emotions better, and a part of him just wants to..see you.
He wants to understand you better.
The way you smile, the way your eyes lit up each time a new star falls down, it makes him feel like he is falling all over again.
You look over to him and your face flushed slightly when noticing that he is been staring at you for a while. He must've think you're childish for getting so excited over a star. "Um, the sky is really pretty tonight! I really enjoyed watching the sky together..with—" albedo leans closer to your face and caressed your cheek.
"Hm..the night sky really is beautiful. But you are far more beautiful than it." He said with a slight smile. You don't know how to react and just, stayed there. Face bright red.
"I think i know what to draw now."
naomi-nana 2023. all likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3
#nao.writes#albedo kreideprinz#albedo genshin#albedo genshin impact#genshin#impact#genshin impact albedo#genshin albedo#albedo x reader#albedo x yn#albedo x you#albedo drabble#albedo oneshots#albedo fanfic#albedo fic#albedo#genshin x reader#genshin x yn#genshin x you#genshin drabble#genshin oneshots#genshin impact#genshin impact x you#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact x yn#albedo fluff#genshin fluff
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Digital art, 1845x2388 pixels
Drawn 1/26/23
This drawing made me cry. I bawled my eyes out as I finished it. It’s not a particularly sad drawing or anything, but it made me emotional. It made me cry because I realized I’m finally the artist younger me would’ve looked up to.
I’ve been active in the Sally face Fandom for almost 5 years now, and the game and it’s fandom have been such a comfort for me in the darkest times of my life. The amazing people I’ve met because of it, the amazing artists who I looked up to for years.
And I’ve been having a really hard time with my art right now. I feel like everything I make looks terrible. But finishing this drawing made me realize how proud of myself I would’ve been if 12 year old Neo could see this. That I MADE THAT. That’s incredible to me.
#portfoilo#procreate#procreate art#sally face#sally face fanart#digital art#digital illustration#fanart#sal fisher#sal fisher fanart#traditional art#traditional drawing
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My farewell to the one who quite literally makes me wanna be a better person,
Farah Dowling
"Someone to stay" by Vancouver Sleep Clinic
to speak the truth, I disliked many things this season, thought they could’ve been done better. but Farah, is not one of these things. she was back, everything we said was true, from her eyes shining hinting that she used magic, through her knowing what Rosalind is about to do and all the way to the tree theory. I know some will say it was fan service, I honestly don’t believe that. I genuinely think they were meant to bring her back this entire time, Eve got busy with HotD and chose to give up Fate. so they went “ok, but can we have you for one last goodbye?” and Eve being the amazing person I believe her to be, who was probably told how much fans were affected by her character, agreed, even though it was from far away. and taking all of that into consideration, filming the scenes apart and using tons of editing, they really worked hard to give us the closure that was needed. of course, it was heartbreaking, bawled my eyes out for the next 20 mins before moving to the next episode, I wish she came back for good. but life is dynamic and my girl is kicking ass riding dragons in an HBO hit show right now. I’m proud of her.
to be clear, this is a goodbye for canon Farah. but my Farah, is alive and well. and this is not just for my Farah and Silrah people, this is for everyone who for any reason is disappointed: canon is NOT the end of the world, don’t like it? that’s okay. wish it to be better? AMAZING. this is exactly what fandoms are for, this is what fans and art and fanfics are for. write, draw, roleplay, discuss, edit, CREATE your OWN canon. the possibilities are ENDLESS, we have imagination for a reason. the characters, whoever they may be, are with you, in your heart, and you have your own personal take on them with your own pov and ideas and NO ONE can ever take that from you. MAKE. YOUR. OWN. STORIES. don’t feel like you have any artistic skills? dream and fantasize, let your head run wild! my Farah, my Saul are living in my mind rent free, living the lives I want them to have. and you can do the exact same. once you have this mindset, you can be unstoppable. want Andreas and Bea to have their own little happy family with Sky and Saul? open a word doc and write it. wanna make Rivusa live a cottage life in the mountains? pick up a pen and sketch. wished for Ben and Luna to be frenemies? edit a video. you are capable of turning things your way, only because the writers chose a specific path doesn’t mean you have to choose it too.
make it YOURS.
#farah dowling#ftws#farah dowling is alive#i am simply in love#saul come get your wife#yes i am crying do you know me?#cried in the making obvs#the one person who doesnt deserve to die ffs#fix it fics im omw#farah dowling x saul silva#fate the winx saga#saul silva#eve best#ftws2#silrah
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Get to know me?
So I was (almost) tagged by @bleachbleachbleach. I saw it, thank you so much!
Tag whoever you want to get to know better!
I want to tag @bleached-socks, @electronicwitchcollection and @zabimarushoney67 because these are the blogs I know least about, I think, and I would love to get to know everyone better!
Three ships: Since I am pretty much a BABY in the world of fandoms, I didn't write any YET. But I do intend to write some, because I ship these pairs so hard: Renji/Rukia (because these two buffoons are made for eachother), Zaraki/Unohana (because their story story left me bawling my eyes out), Kisuke/Yoruichi (this one is very obvious) (and I'm very hooked on the very-borderline platonic relationship between Ikakku and Yumichika) (I hope this answer counts, all of them are like that, sorry)
First ship: When it comes to anime, the first was definitely Edward/Winry (when it comes to anything else, it was Jack Sparrow/Elizabeth, sorry)
Last song: It was a live lofi video on youtube for a few hours(helps with writing my fanfic). (to say an actual song before that, probably Poor Man's Poison- Feed the Machine or Kaleo-Broken Bones)
Last film: It was probably How High (2001), I think
Currently reading: I'm in the middle of The Last Hours series by Cassandra Clare. I love the shadowhunters universe in these books (even if I really don't like the tv series AT ALL). I'm almost done with the second book and I'll have to wait for the third book to be sold in my native language.
Currently watching: Nothing (wow, talking about anti-climactic). But really, I just finished Bleach this month for the first time (not to mention how hard I binge watched it, finished it in like a month and a half) and I am NOT emotionally ready to start something new. I am still mourning. But it is on my to-do list to watch Jujutsu Kaisen as soon as I recover from the scars Bleach left me with.
Currently consuming: A cigarette and a frappe (i know, i know, but I just ate some bomb noodles a few hours ago)
Currently craving: Honestly some better drawing skills so I can FINALLY draw my OC the way I want it. And more Bleach content, obviously, the hyperfixation is at its peak and I don't know what to do with it.
#tag meme#i finally started interacting with other people within this fandom and i was dancing in my kitchen because of it#way too excited to become a part of this amazing fandom#i might cry#thats all
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okay the last of us just casually making one of the best tragic queer love stories without it being caused explicitly because of their queerness while also improving on a small reference in a game. FUCK this show is so good.
this show makes me want to draw again it brings so many emotions to me. As a lonely queer Massachusetts (fuck the south shore lol) resident, I was trying really hard to not bawl my eyes out infront of my brother and dad. I couldn't believe what I was watching.
MORE QUEER STORIES. MORE QUEER GENRE STORIES. FUCK.
#hbo the last of us#the last of us#pedro pascal#bella ramsey#nick offerman#tlou#joel miller#ellie williams
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can i just say i love the demoni album (by joker out)?? every song literally goes so hard even the one i'd rank last if i had to is really goddamn good. i also like how the album contrasts with umazane misli (the album not the song) as its sort of about falling in love whilst demoni is like falling out of love? i haven't listened to the majority of umazane misli so im sorry if im wrong lmfao anyway. i had a thought that was like "the track order is usually on purpose right?" so that prompted me to make a summary of the contents of each song and i was like wait. this is a storyline. sorry again if these summaries are not fully correct i made them with one braincell and i dont have the energy to look up the lyrics again haha ok so katrina is like just post-breakup. "why do you keep on playing me. do you love me or not? i need you and hate you at the same time". ne bi smel is like "im sorry this was all my fault but i didnt have any other choice. i want you back but i know i betrayed you. it's my fault. im sorry". plastika is sort of like a side thing possibly its about hating how you look and having surgery to look perfect and beautiful. "it doesn't matter about anything else, im perfect now". i think this song has a deeper meaning that would fit more cleanly into the storyline of the other songs but im not big brained enough to figure out how exactly if i figure out ill update this. now, massive whiplash as we jump into demoni which is like "i need you here. when im not here my demons play with me" (idk how to better explain it besides just drawing from the og lyrics hah) important to note that this song is the title track. padam is like "i should've believed them instead of going through with us. someone help me. please. where is everyone?" vse kar vem is like "everything ends eventually, you just didn't need me anymore". ona is like "you never cared. but i care so much. so so much". tokio is like "we're not gonna see each other again. only photos will know we were together". note the more peaceful music as opposed to the deeply upset vibe of the others. kind of ironic how ngvot is like "ah, so we meet again. we've both changed albeit differently. we don't talk about it anymore though!" note the incredibly happy music of the song it's so incredibly jarring hearing them repeat "we dont talk about it anymore" with this happy ass music lmfao lastly novi val is like really abstract and could really mean a lot of things. i take it as a general message but it could really be anything. also note that it makes me want to cry so bad. one day im gonna bawl my eyes out because of that goddamn song agh OKAY UM OKAY. so basically the whole album is about a slow acceptance of the breakup but still feeling bitter about it at the end. i think. however this mystery person (probably called katrina) that the singer broke up with could've been anything tbh. you can interpret this really broadly and i think that's why i like the album so much too. it doesnt have to just be about events and feelings post-breakup but also just things in a general sense. so you can find solace in the album regardless of what your situation is. i think thats pretty neat.
or maybe im just overthinking it haha :D
#mine#oops my hand slipped#but if you couldnt tell im a big demoni (album) fan :)#also wishing i could put this in the joker out tag but i am too scared :(#shit why is this so long LMFAO
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My first dog, Riley died in September. I took it extremely hard because I first got him when I was 12, and have spent the majority of my life with him. He was 14 years old.
He was my baby, and I loved him so much. (I picked him off the adoption website, and named him).
My next door neighbor drew this picture of Riley, and sent two copies (in frames!) to me and my mom. He did it for free, and without telling us.
He would often watch him for us when we went away, and he wrote about how much he was going to miss watching him, seeing him just lay in the front yard keeping guard over his home. Riley could stay outside for hours. The outdoors was his eternal happy place. Even in the coldest and most brutal North East winters.
When I got this in the mail I started to bawl my eyes out. I look at this photo and drawing almost every day, and it reminds me of how much love people can have inside of them.
This is honestly the best gift I’ve had in a really long time, and it’s definitely my most cherished one at the moment.
Just thought I’d share, so you can see the love here too.
#personal#I keep saying this but 2023 was fucking rough on me#I miss Riley so much#but I’m glad so many people loved him#the photo is on my window ledge where I can look at it when I wake up in the morning
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𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒜𝓇𝑒 𝒲𝑒 𝒩𝑜𝓌
Hiyori Tomoe x Gender Neutral Reader (Angst Drabble) ✦
Word Count: 677
Highly recommend listening to Where Are We Now by Mamamoo for best experience
He never loved you, it was just for the fans, for publicity, for Eden to hopefully triumph over Knights and fine. You knew you’d be hurt, you knew you’d inevitably fall for him, you knew you’d be a moron to even step into this “relationship”, but maybe he’d change his mind, maybe he’ll see your worth, maybe, just maybe, he’ll love you back. But he never did.
You saw it, yet you acted blind. His “casual” flirting with the fans. He says its just being friendly, just being nice, he is an idol right? If he doesn’t do it, how will the fans react to Eden? You agreed, you believed him, when deep down you knew, he never cared for how you feel. When will you stop and care for yourself? Where do you draw the line? You saw how he looked at his fans, he can’t even look at you that way. Why won’t he? You ask but you knew, he doesn’t love you.
How many tears does it take for you to end it? Would you rather live in this lie that he cares, or will you finally free yourself from this hell you’ve created? You wanted to stay, even if he makes you cry. He never hugged you, never held your hand, never looked at you in the eye. And yet you hoped that he really did cherish you, appreciated who you were. To the point of being delusional, but maybe, please maybe, maybe he loves you.
But fate had to show it to you, him with a fan being awfully close to him, a touch you never experienced, a hug you never felt, a kiss you never got. You can’t keep being blind, when he’s doing this in front of you. He even took a while to notice you catching him in the act. “Hm..? Ah- My apple- Hey wait-..!” You couldn’t look at him anymore, you ran away, as fast as you could, tears blurring your vision but you didn’t care, you had to go, you had to leave, you had to get away.
You were outside now, rain pouring as hard as you bawled your eyes out, you knew this was coming, and yet you hoped and hoped and hoped only for him to crush it again and again. “My sweet apple please let’s go back..” He talks as if he did nothing wrong. “Go back? Go back to where?! You ruined my life Hiyori! You ruined everything!” “Please let’s talk about this..” “Talk about what? About how you blatantly cheated on me? How you disregarded this relationship and threw it in the trash? For fuck’s sake Hiyori, I have feelings, and you can’t fucking trample all over them just because it can make you popular.” Hiyori came closer trying to hold your hand. “My dear apple please-”, red was the only thing you could see, and before you knew if, you slapped his hand away from you. “Don’t ever call me that again Hiyori, and don’t ever show your face again, we’re done. We’re over." You stormed off, tears still streaming down your face as he stood there. Maybe you didn’t notice how he looked so hurt, maybe the rage blinded you that his pain didn’t matter anymore, perhaps the rain hid the tears staining his cheeks. But he only stood there, he deserved it didn’t he? How could he excuse his actions, when he was too late to realize that the temporary love he thought of was something he wanted forever?
It’s been a year now, you were in your apartment, making coffee. Eden’s on the screen, an interview about their new song, seeing Hiyori isn’t so bad now, it still stings, but its better than before, you learned to heal from what happened. You couldn’t help but wonder though, Hiyori’s changed ever since, the genuine smile wasn’t there anymore, he became more private and hidden, and he seemed to have lost the sparkle in his eyes, but maybe you’re just imagining it, because he never loved you right?
#hiyori tomoe#tomoe hiyori x reader#hiyori tomoe x reader#ensemble stars#enstars#enstars x reader#ensemble stars x reader#the salt agency
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Hi! I’m not sure if you’ve answered something like this before but I was wondering how you first realised that Loki was there for you. I’m currently trying to connect with a deity (I’m not doing a great job at the moment because executive dysfunction) but I’ve been struggling quite a bit and I’ve only had one experience a while back that might be considered a brief interaction so I was wondering what your experience in this sort of area might have been like and how you managed to grow closer to Loki.
Omg hi hi hi my first Anonymous question 
This is so fun !
Well I started worshiping Loki maybe two and a half months ago and I’m still pretty new
Even being a a Lokean for years there’s still new stuff to learn
Never feel like a deity isn’t listening or isn’t there
They are ! I promise!
For me I found Loki when I was in a very low low spot in my life . I randomly one day started to love marvel loki (I didn’t like marvel at all had no intentions on ever liking it) then I sorta had that whole phase ..then I found out it was all based in norse mythology
So I read up on it and honestly I felt to drawn to loki and I just had to learn more . I began reading about people’s stories with him and realizing most of the symbols (animals ,food, sounds , elements) that he was associated with are all things that were in my life constantly.
So I then made a huge decision to break from my horrible religious trauma (my family strongly believes in god and hates gays and stuff like that’s soooo…being bisexual and genderfluid and lokean.. they didn’t like that)
and I can say that’s probably the best thing I’ve every done - like I feel like I can breathe and be my authentic self.
I realized he was there mostly because I keep fucking getting one fly that won’t fucking leave me alone (it’s actually bothering me rn and I have no fucking clue where it came from when this house is clean so I’m gonna say this is definitely Lokis silly ass)
Also I had such a huge love for red foxes out of nowhere like I just adore them and that’s also another animal associated with him
And sometimes I’ll just be drawn to things in stores or anywhere really and it almost always has something to do with his mischievous lil ass
But other then that I’ve downloaded an app for norse runes and stuff and I’ve started a journey there .
I try my best to be open to not only Loki but the ones that he surrounded himself with- like his children or odin thor etc..
Loki is a funny lil shit and really will be protective
I’ve found that out the hard way when
I came out to my family and told them I felt very misunderstood and depressed and unloveable talked out my abuser and stuff like that
And they all sorta called me crazy and yknow stupid shit like that
But I went out side to bawl my eyes out and my mom was texting me and it was sorta overwhelming and my phone was at 60% I chatted with my pal Roman and that thing shut down…literally turned off and I just sat there in the dark scared and anxious and then there was this bizzare calm like it was ok ..like a parents hug would fix whatever was going on and just as I thought about how I suddenly felt better the wind started to sort blow a cool breeze on my face and when I tell you that was like the best feeling after sobbing and ur eyes burn and face stings ..
But I look back and think ..yeah that was Loki
I try to get closer to him by learning about him more .
try traditional meals that they might like
Or listen to music that is associated with them or reminded u of them
Even a simple “hey thanks for always being there you’re really great !”
Or
“Good morning !” “Goodnight!”
Write poetry for them and draw for them
Wear something that reminds you of them
Or even a pendant or something of that sort
I just recently bought a bunch of lokean stuff
Candle
Necklace
Books
It’s all about patience and believing that they will be there
I can even leave some good Etsy shops I shop from that u might enjoy if u happen to worship loki they have good stuff
If you ever need a friend or anything I’m always open to dms
I have instagram it’s lokeanheart
Also I recommend this song
It’s a pretty good song
#lokean#norse loki#norse magic#norse mythology#norse pagan witch#norse paganism#norse religion#norse witch#norse god loki#norse runes#loki deity#loki worship#loki devotee#anon ask
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Scarlet Hollow ask game
I was tagged ages ago by @georgiedoesntfloat and I'm finally doing it! (Not from a lack of want, but my spoons have been seriously depleted by the heat.)
TRAITS:
Your "canon" trait combination? None. My first run was Street Smart + Keen Eye, but I don't consider it my canon run. To me each run is it's own canon, but in alternative or parallel universe. I also have a Hot + Book Smart character, a Street Smart + Powerful Build character, and a Mystical + Talk to Animals character.
What third trait would you add for hardcore mode? I think for my Street Smart + Keen Eye character I'd add either Mystical or Book Smart so they'd find out more about the mystery. Hot + Book Smart, I'd add Keen Eye, because it feels like it would fit her the most. Street Smart + Powerful Build, she'd get Book Smart since she's a teacher. And Mystical + Talk to Animals would get Hot, to balance out how weird they are!
What trait are you least drawn to? So before Episode 4 came out I would've said Hot, but now I think it's Powerful Build. Those two are my lowest. I like playing characters who are smart in some way or notice things, and I like weirdos, so the other traits draw me more. But they are all great and a lot of fun!
Coolest trait? I'm with Georgie on this, it's Mystical! You get the strangest information from it, and it's just generally a weird vibe that I love. Plus there was a Mystical line in Episode 1 that had me laughing for a solid 5 minutes! (The one about being a modern day Cassandra, I almost started hyperventilating!)
ROMANCE:
Who are you romancing? Avery, Kaneeka, Oscar, and Reese for sure. Though one of my characters won't romance anyone. I don't know about Stella yet, I'll have to see if another character I make in the future vibes right with her or not.
What romance are you least interested in? Dr. Kelly and Sybil! I don't think I can bring myself to do those even for the sake of curiosity. Wayne I might do out of curiosity, but that remains to be seen.
Who would you romance if every single character was eligible? Harrison, she seems like a real sweetheart! I love her enthusiasm for Stella's videos, it's very cute!
MISCELLANEOUS:
What character would hurt you the most if something bad happened to them? Oh man, that's a hard one! Okay, I know it's ridiculous, but if anything happens to Dustin I'd cry! But I'd also cry if something terrible happened to half of the characters! At least let me get Tabitha, Kaneeka, Reese, Avery, and Stella through the week (I'm hoping the danger has passed for Oscar and Rosalina, so I didn't include them). Look, I bawled my eyes out at the end of Episode 4, and I've only played it once because I don't want to cry that hard again. I probably won't cry that much, but it could happen.
Would you stay in Scarlet Hollow when the week is over? Me personally? I don't know, I guess it depends on how things turn out. But probably not, I don't really want to move back to the US. As of right now I couldn't answer honestly for any of my characters. There are too many variables, and they all have different priorities in life.
Who would you vote for dog mayor? I didn't actually met the dog militia in my one time playing through Episode 4, so for now I'll defer to Gretchen's judgement and say Scraps. (This might change after meeting all the other dogs.)
Tagging no one because I think all the Scarlet Hollow folks I know of have been tagged already. But if you haven't been, and see this, consider yourself tagged! (No pressure though!)
#yes I cry very easily#there's a reason I generally don't play games where really terrible things can happen#I have to be in the right frame of mind to play them#but I love this game so much even if it makes me suffer! lol#scarlet hollow#tag game
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Leftovers
Summary: Another world-altering event, another group of children left to pick up the pieces. One girl, in particular, might still play host to a malevolent entity. The MK and the Psychonauts send in Raz and Lili to investigate.
Word Count: 2.077
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Raz always finds the droning thrum of the Psychonauts’ jets to be oddly therapeutic, but maybe that’s simply a symptom of cabin fever speaking, caused by spending far too much time of his life sitting in one. But, until someone invents instant teleportation or portal tech that doesn’t involve horrific mutilations, the jets are the only reasonable option.
“What was that about mutilations?”
Raz shrugs at his partner, seated beside him. “Eh, nothing. Just mind ramblings.”
Lili stares for a moment more, before her eyes return to the windshield ahead.
Just in time for the jet to descend below the clouds and an iconic sign rises into view. A tad scorched and bent, but still easily recognizable.
“Kinda wild that we’re globetrotting agents, and I’m pretty sure I’ve only been to L.A., like, five times,” Raz says.
“It’s the Mecca of entertainment, not of apocalyptic horror.”
Raz breathes a chuckle. “One more way Hollywood lies to us.”
Lili wills the jet to bank left – a nearby parking lot looks just empty enough to park an aircraft on.
“Still think it’s complete bull how the gang shunted this onto us.” Raz stretches his legs, get the blood flowing again.
“Suck it up.” A flick of the wrist, and the jet rights itself above the lot, drawing dozens of eyes. “We had no choice. The mess over on the other Coast is… substantial.”
“Dipper got to pick.” Raz hops to his feet, bouncing on his heels. “I wanted the train.”
“And instead, you got the frog brain.” Even as she starts lowering the jet, Lili smirks up at him. “Life on this bitch of an Earth.”
Raz leaves the cockpit, but not before replying with a wry smile, “Weird, wild bitch of an Earth.”
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“You two need something?”
The blonde one – Sasha – speaks first, after an age of the trio silently gawking at Raz and Lili’s approach.
“Miss Boonchuy, Miss Waybright, Miss Wu. Hello,” Lili greets, because she gets to go first, like they planned. “I am Agent Lili Zanotto, this is Agent Raz Aquato. We are with the Psychonauts.”
“Sup,” Raz adds.
Lili exhales through her polite smile.
Eight years. You’ve been an agent for eight years, Raz.
Raz’s smile curls wider.
And I still got it.
“You know us?” Another asks – Anne. She steps as if to shield her friends, born from instinct.
Lili maintains the cordial air. “Hard not to. You were responsible for some pretty incredible things.”
The spark shines in their eyes nearly all at once. A familiar look for a familiar feeling. The realization that when your world is turned upside down, you can’t ever really turn it rightside up. Have they reached acceptance? Probably not.
One of the girls at the back – Marcy, the person of interest here – seems especially spooked. Whispers of fleeing plague her surface thoughts. Might be time to step in.
“Also, we met. Hi again.” Raz waves at Anne.
Anne blinks, glances at her friends, then back at Raz. “We did?”
“Yep. Spent most of the time deeply apologizing for the stuff that X guy did. Sorry about that, again,” Raz says, adding a cringe. Then, for some humor. “I’m also the dingus who got his ass swatted out of the sky.”
“Oh dang, that’s you.” Anne’s jaw drops. “You’re still alive?”
“Eh. Been through worse.”
“Cool. Heartfelt reunion. Boutta bawl my eyes out.” Sasha’s turn to step in front of her friends, gaze narrowed and cold. “Now what do you government stooges want?”
Looks to be on the same wavelength as Lili. Raz nearly giggled.
“We are here because of your friend, Marcy.” Lili chooses her words carefully, clinically. “She was… cerebrally compromised, wasn’t she?”
Silence creeps out from the tree shades and overtakes this corner of the park. Anne and Sasha look towards each other, eyes lost, before both turn to the stone-faced Marcy.
“Was,” Marcy speaks, finally. “It’s gone now.”
“And we’re with you on that. We are sure it is,” Lili says. “We just want to make sure. A hundred percent sure. As Psychonauts, we can help you with that.”
Marcy’s tone is slow. “Help how?”
“We have a special device that allows us to enter a person’s mind. With your permission, we can easily hop in directly and have a look around. Nice and simple.”
Marcy is quiet, but not at all calm. Even without skimming her surface thoughts, Raz can tell.
“You want… to be let in?” Her voice drops lower and lower, like the shoreline receding before a tsunami. “You think, after what I’ve been through, I’ll ever let the door open again?!”
“Miss Wu, I promise the process is-”
The wave rushes back in full force. Marcy spins and runs off. Anne and Sasha don’t waste a second to follow her. Lili, cut off with her mouth agape, exhales a growl.
“You’re bad at teenage-girling.”
“Sorry I had to kill the girl to become the agent,” Lili retorts. “Where’s a Norman when you need one?”
“Norman’s better, but I’m not sure how effective he’d be to three teenage girls.”
“Good point.” Lili slides open her phone. “Where’s a Mabel when you need one?”
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Not how Anne thought her day would go, but it never does ever since her thirteenth birthday. They caught up to Marcy at the edge of the park, faking a neutral face and steady hands. Anne wanted to push, but that scar is too raw, too fresh, for all three of them, so she zipped her lips for now. It’s almost lunchtime anyway, and she already promised earlier the day’s special at Thai Go.
“Alright, girls, mind cleanse,” Sasha says as she drops their plates on the table, sitting opposite Anne. “The past hour? We don’t see it. Never happened.”
Marcy, next to Sasha, is clutching her head, eyes closed. “Trying here, trust me.”
Still, something nags at the base of Anne’s memory. “But don’t those two look familiar, though?” she wonders aloud. “Feels like a pair of faces we’ve all seen before.”
“Pair of feces, more like. Eyoo!”
“Sash, serious. It’s right there, tip of my tongue, just need to brain harder…” Anne clenches her eyes shut, massaging her temples, trying to squeeze some good brain juice to spit out the name she needs. And it works. “The Mystery Kids!”
The name jolts her friends to attention. It’s a current that connects to the memory, connects to breaking newsreels, bold article headlines, and viral clips. Anne can see in their eyes, they recognize the name.
“Gotta be them! Those folks who legit saved the world a bunch of times.” Anne reaches across to grasp Marcy’s shoulders. “Marce, if they think something’s up-”
Marcy shrugs off her hands. “So what? We saved two at the same time, and no one gave us a degree or a certificate or anything. We’re still in middle school, they look like they’re in college. What qualifications do they have?” She hugs herself, suddenly so small. “For one last time, let’s just do what Sasha says, forget about it all, and just have lunch with- you!”
Mid-step, midway through Thai Go’s front door, a pair of Psychonaut agents pause. The goggled one points at himself. “Us?”
Sasha shoots out from her seat, spoon and fork on each hand like her old swords. “Case you didn’t know, stalking’s a crime.” She twirls the utensils, falling into a practised stance. “Or are you the types that think you’re above silly things like laws?”
“This is a restaurant. It’s lunchtime.”
“There are over 30.800 restaurants in Los Angeles. To have both our groups choose the same one is a statistical improbability!” Marcy rises and points at the agents like that fruity attorney. “You have a likely cause and intent. Now begone, government goggle-man!”
The man shrugs. “Sure, fine, the Boonchuys own the place, so we went here. Not a bad bet, yeah?”
“Ha! An admission!” Marcy slams a fist on the table.
“See you on the judge’s stand, stooges! When we win this case!”
“Alright, you two, chill.” Anne stands up, putting herself between her friends and the agents. She maintains a passive expression, eyeing the agents. “Mister Aquato and Miss Zanotto, right?”
“Oh, ew, let’s not pull out the big Ms, yeah? We’re, like, five years older than you.” He lounges back, arms behind his head. “Just Raz and Lili is fine.”
Anne has to admit, how disarming this Raz is, it’s nice. “How sure are you that Marcy has… Core leftovers in the brain?”
“Percentage-wise, zero,” Raz answers. “We’re not sure of anything. This is not a treatment, it’s a check-up. It’s going to your local GP twice a year.”
“Or, perhaps, therapy,” his partner, Lili, adds. “More direct than a conventional session, and by no means a replacement, but achieves roughly the same result.”
“Yeah, advanced therapy. Think of it that way, if it makes you feel better, Marcy.”
The direct name mention makes Marcy bristle, but at least she sits down.
“And like I was saying, the process is completely harmless.” Lili steeples her fingers together. “In addition, you will be in there, with us, the entire time. Everything we do, you’ll be aware of it.”
Anne watches her friends, closely. Sasha moves as if sheathing the utensils, eyes cast on her shoes. Marcy inhales a calming breath, cheeks tinted a smidge darker, tangling her fingers together.
“That’s… reassuring, right, girls?” Anne asks.
Marcy can’t quite lift her eyes. “Maybe my reaction earlier was a bit… premature.”
“You’re touchy about being prodded in the noggin’. That’s perfectly sensible,” Raz says.
“Plus, let’s not kid ourselves,” Sasha sighs with a joyless smile, “not going to therapy is how this all went to shit in the first place.”
“Still your decision to make, Marcy,” Raz says.
Marcy closes her eyes, thinking for a moment more. “Can Anne and Sasha come with?”
“Of course, Miss Wu.” Lili nods, razor thin smile on her lips. “First, we might want to move to a more private place?”
“My place is closest,” Anne offers. “That good with everyone?”
A general nod or agreeing noise comes from everyone.
“Gotcha. I’ll tell my folks. But first,” Anne flips a menu into her hand, offering it to the agents, “basil and squid special?”
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“Side note,” Raz grins, “government goggle-man? Definitely going into my business card.”
“It will not.”
“Will to.”
“I outrank you.”
Raz chuckles, conceding.
After ‘accidentally’ running into the girls proved to be a smashing success, the lunch they shared afterwards smoothed out any remaining significant bumps between them. Anne, in particular, took on the lion’s share of convincing her friends. She’s got a certain aptitude and her particular experience really shines through in moments where it’s needed.
Next time they have seats open, Raz is definitely slotting her in as a candidate.
The short stroll to Anne’s house was lovely. Anne volunteered her room to be where the ‘advanced therapy’ takes place. Marcy is made to lie down on Anne’s bed with both her friends flanking her, holding her hands.
Lili stands next to Raz, holding the specialized Psycho-Portal with its underage safeguard removed, modified specifically for this extraordinary circumstance, and which will be promptly incinerated after the procedure is completed. Raz clasps his gloved hands together.
“Ready?”
Marcy breathes in, and out. “I’m all in.”
“Before we begin, Marcy,” Raz starts, “Some things you need to know, just in case we do discover… leftovers.”
She swallows the growing lump in her throat, listening close.
“When we’re in there, we can help you, support you, be a solid bedrock for you to lean on. You can count on us.” Raz offers his best reassuring smile. “But, ultimately, the results of this, whether we succeed or not, it’s up to you. You have to want it. Sometimes, wanting to win is the hardest thing.”
For a moment, her eyes flicker with doubt.
“She’s got this,” Sasha says, her hold on Marcy’s hand strengthening.
“Yeah. She’s been through the hardest thing. We all did.” Anne holds their joined hands close to her chest, the grip soft yet firm.
Just like that, the doubt is snuffed out.
Marcy closes her eyes. Lili places the Psycho-Portal on her forehead, then steps back.
The agents share one last, brief glance.
Might be bad in there.
Please. Nothing’s as bad as my not-grandma.
Lili concedes.
The Psycho-Portal opens. Light spills out, filling Raz’s vision. The hard part of his job begins.
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This fic was commissioned by @rarsonic, who wanted to see Marcy be investigated by the Psychonauts, and the MK by extension, over potentially having some Core leftovers in the brain. Super sorry for the long delay. Been a hot minute since I wrote for any of these characters, and I was for sure rusty getting back into it. Still, here’s hoping you all can still enjoy it.
If any of y’all are interested in commissioning me, it’s still open, folks! Details are on the pinned post.
#psychonauts#amphibia#mystery kids#razputin aquato#lili zanotto#anne boonchuy#marcy wu#sasha waybright
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Tender Love || E.M X Reader
Pairing: Eddie Munson x AFAB!Reader, Eddie Munson x Australian!Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader
Rating: PG for now - Subject to change if I wanna write more
Summary: Reader has just moved to Hawkins from Australia. She was the local freak back down under but now that she’s been given a fresh chance to start over she’s gonna give it her best to try and fit in, but of course it all goes to hell and like moths to a flame you and Eddie are drawn to each other. (I suck at summaries sorry asdfghjkl;)
Warnings: Reader has really bad anxiety, low self esteem and mentions of depression. She is also a massive cry baby. Eddie has a thing for reader having teary eyes. Use of Y/N and also Chrissy is an angel and her and Y/N are gonna be best buddies!!! No Chrissy slander or hurt in this fic!!!!!
Word Count: 5.2k
AN: Hello! This is my first ever piece of written fiction! I have 0 background in writing but after having my Eddie playlist on repeat for the past few weeks my hands literally HAD to type this out or I’d simply DIE. No one proof read this so sorry for any mistakes I tried my hardest to comb them out! I hope you enjoy! I may possibly write another chapter in the future!
<3 Hope you enjoy!
Standing in the cool morning air, the sun peaking over the tree line stood a young girl in front of Hawkins High School. Her name was y/n. You were ripped up from your somewhat uncomfortable roots of Australia and moved across the globe for your fathers work at a newly opened hospital and research facility in Hawkins. The roots were uncomfortable because you were a known freak, a nerd and a geek. You love anime and comics, are a certified metal head, a bit of an artist type, and finally you LOVE dungeons and dragons.
The only saving grace while being the town freak was how you spent the past five or so years building up a small group of friends who loved the same things as you and accepted you for all your flaws and shortcomings. In fact as a parting gift, your party of heroes gave you a special dice set containing one die from everyone’s own favourite set to make a complete set for you. To say you bawled your eyes out at your going away party from this gesture would be an understatement.
Now here you are, starting all over again. You knew you were awkward, your anxiety was your biggest enemy and it made it so hard for you to socialize but you wanted to make this year as normal as possible. You wanted to make the most of this fresh start and you are gonna do your best to fit in.
You glanced down at your watch with an audible gulp. ‘7:46am… should be enough time to find home room before nine.’ You thought to yourself as you glanced back up to the school's front doors. “It is not the strength of the body but the strength of the spirit y/n…” you sighed out, taking your first step into her new life. ‘Tolkien give me strength’.
The halls were almost empty, gazing around you saw only a few people, those going to sports practice or clubs before class. The quiet and emptiness of it eased your nerves, crowds were another source of discomfort for your poor self. As you walked around aimlessly trying to take note of what class was where and where things were you passed a school notice board. There were flyers for upcoming school events, any recent news and clubs advertising for new members.
Under all the advertisements something caught your eye, a small piece of ratty paper with the words ‘Hellfire club’ scribbled on with a big drawing of a flail, some dice and a demon. It piqued your interest but it had no contact information on it so you just shrugged to yourself and continued on your path.
You passed by your home room around 3 times, investigating the quickest ways out of the school, to the bathrooms and to the cafeteria and figuring out any potential quiet spots. After about an hour of this you meandered back to your home room and slowly opened the door. As you looked in, the handful of students already at their desks peered up to you and just /stared/. This unnerved you and all you could do was let out a little squeak and a wave of your hand with a quiet “G‘ morning…” following after.
Your eyes instantly spotted the entire back row of the class was empty and you speed walked your way right there. You sat yourself down and sighed with relief. About five minutes before the bell a few jocks walked in with a few cheerleaders. You only caught the names of two: Chrissy and Jason.
You didn’t pay much mind to Jason, but you couldn’t help but focus on Chrissy. She was so pretty! You stared at her in complete adoration. You didn’t really have cheerleaders back in Australia so seeing one in person was an awesome experience. You could hear her giggle and talk with her friends, she seemed so lovely. You cursed yourself for having terrible social skills, horrid anxiety AND not the most top notch self esteem or you’d have half a mind to introduce yourself to her. But alas before that thought could spiral the bell rang and everyone took their seats. There was only one chair empty and it was to the left of you.
Your home room teacher Mrs Fitzgerald walked in, giving out good mornings casually and clearing her throat.
“Alright everybody, we have a very special lady joining us today—” oh god no.
“Her name is Y/N L/N and she is all the way from down under in Australia!” Please stop.
“Why don’t you come up here and introduce yourself Y/N matey and give us a G’Day!” Oh Jesus H Christ. This was literally your worst nightmare, a terrible Australian accent AND introducing yourself. You had a feeling it would happen but taking a seat at the back was your attempt to stop it dead in its tracks. Curse well organised teachers.
You pushed your chair out from under you, your stomach was turning as you slowly walked your way up past everyone not even DARING to look at a single person. When you reach the front of class you turn to see the sea of eyes looking at you like you were fresh meat. You were going to be SICK. You looked around and your eyes fell on someone and you strangely felt like this was gonna be the thing that saves you right now. Your eyes met Chrissy’s. She was staring up at you in awe, eyes wide as she rested her chin on her hands, leaning forward in her chair to listen keenly onto every word you said.
“Uh good mornin’ everyone… My name is Y/N but you can just call me Y/N/N if you’d like.” You kept eye contact with Chrissy the whole time and it was working. It was like she was a calming energy to your very anxious self and this was your attempt to just introduce yourself to her and not the rest of the class.
“I’m from a city called Melbourne, my dad is from New Zealand and I am half native New Zealander. I like art and I hope we can all get along.” There were some whispers among the crowd about your heritage, astonished since honestly some people don’t even know New Zealand had native people. You hated saying native but if you just said you were half Māori you doubted anyone would understand and you weren’t in the mood to explain while trying to introduce yourself and out yourself as a socially awkward freak IMMEDIATELY.
You have a slight bow and gauged by Chrissy's big beaming smile and her starting to clap and welcome you that you didn’t freak her out at least. Before you could scurry back to your seat, the class door swung up and under its archway stood a scruffy mop of a man, his hellfire shirt catching your eye as you remembered the paper on the notice board. The smell of smoke wafted to you and part of you couldn’t help but enjoy it, kind of reminded you of home, in the backyard during summer. His rings glinted in the light, jeans ripped and dirty reeboks and he just looked so… hot! He was exactly your type and you hated yourself for it! What kind of thoughts were these to be having about someone you’ve just seen! You didn’t need to wait for an introduction, Mrs Fitzgerald did it for him.
“Edward Munson, you are late! How do you expect to graduate this year when you can’t even make it to your home room on time!”
He paid no mind to Mrs Fitzgerald but was eyeing you off instead. This meek little lamb standing at the front of class. You had your hair tied back in a low pony, some black, baggy jumper clinging for dear life to your shoulders, some ripped up shorts that were just a little too short for his imagination and some ratty old red chucks. The thing that caught his attention most were your dewy eyes. You looked like you were going to break down at the slightest breeze and it made his heart beat a few beats quicker.
He needed to draw his attention away from you and turned to Mrs Fitzgerald and made some horns with his fingers and gaudy face at the teacher in question as he spun on his heel to saunter down to the last free desk. The one to your left. You were internally screaming, this day was already going off to a GREAT start (not). Now you had to be stuck next to the hottest guy in the school for all your home room classes. Once home room was done you sprung out of your chair and got the fuck out of there. Your tummy was hurting from the anxiety so bad, you just wanted to get away from the stud next to you before you died from nerves.
Just before you could make it to your next class, English, an already familiar face came into view…
“Hey Y/N! My names Chrissy!” She beamed at you as she stepped next to you and matched your walking speed. She noticed the small jump you did, when she just came out of what felt like NOWHERE to you.
“Oh gosh I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you! Are you heading to Mr Ray's English class?” She asked, with you immediately returning with a nod. You were way too shy to say anything and you could feel your face going red.
“Oh that’s perfect! I’m all alone in his class and I’m in need of an English friend so we can sit together!” She took the initiative to interlock your arms together, your face going from a soft pink to a bright red almost instantly, eyes darting from your arms to her smile. Her smile was gentle and Chrissy picked up that you were shy almost instantly. Anyone could honestly, you thought you had it under lock and key but if you could see yourself all you’d see is a shaking leaf.
During class all Chrissy and you did was talk really, asking one about the other, you opening up to Chrissy about your less mainstream interests and she accepting them with almost open arms. Chrissy was a bright beacon for your first day and you were grateful to have met someone as fun and as outgoing as her. After class, you both went separate ways for your next class but she said to come have lunch with her and her friends after! She was rearing to introduce you to Jason and the basketball team.
Chrissy meets you at your class before lunch, she is jumping up with excitement to introduce her new friend to her boyfriend. In English she was gushing about him ecstatically and you were hoping he was as nice as his wonderful girlfriend. You walk into the cafeteria with Chrissy hand in hand, she pointed and started to wave at Jason but your attention was drawn elsewhere. In the corner you saw him again, Edward Munson. He was sitting at the head of the table with a group of guys in the same ‘Hellfire club’ Shirt. Your gaze was so drawn to the mystery man you didn’t notice that it had caught the attention of Jason. It didn’t take a lot to see who you were looking at.
“Why you staring at Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson new girl? Amazed someone could be that ugly?” He chuckled out which in turn earned a push on the arm from Chrissy. Your face was back to its stock standard red not only from the embarrassment at how obvious you were being but also something you hadn’t felt in a REALLY long time… Annoyance. Not like the kind where you have to wait for something longer than it should take but more like you hear a sound and that sound just annoys you. What Jason said was really annoying.
“Why do you call him a freak? He seems nice enough, kind cool honestly.” You ask him, taking your seat next to Chrissy.
Jason doesn’t hesitate to unleash his grievances of the man known as Eddie Munson. He’s a freak, he’s into hard metal rock music, he plays Dungeons and Dragons which is a satanic cult game, he does drugs and smokes and drinks! He’s a complete menace to Hawkins society and Jason won’t stand for it! You glance over at Chrissy while Jason is on his high horse and see her slightly roll her eyes. Good to know she doesn’t agree with his raving and ranting.
“So do you see why I do what I do Y/N? He’s no good and if I were you I wouldn’t hang around him or his satanic cult!” Jason bellowed and you looked up at him, your bottom lip quivering ever so faintly. There was no fucking way he could know you were a massive geek cause from everything you just heard this guy and his friends hated people like Eddie and by the sounds of it he was your people. Chrissy was so nice and accepting when you admitted your love for comics and anime and dungeons and dragons, how could her boyfriend be so judgemental?
Chrissy didn’t look at you but she gave your hand a comforting squeeze. Despite how bubbly and almost ditzy her personality came across you could already tell she was extremely empathetic and that was exactly what you needed right now.
Usually Eddie would have chimed in by now at Jason's bitchin’ about him but he was focused way too hard on you. He was hyper fixated from across the cafeteria on the smallest things about you right now that made him seethe but also made him weak at the knees. Your once again wet eyes, the soft bounce of your thigh against the seat and that little shake in your bottom lip. You seemed anxious and upset and it was making him mald. Since he first laid eyes on you this morning you’d be sitting in Eddie's mind all pretty and darling like you were this morning next to him.
He saw the way your gaze had lingered when you’d look at him and how you’d snuck quite the handful of stares at him in home room. Dustin yelled his name for the fifth time in a row trying to pry his attention away from you and back to the conversation. Eddie flung a pretzel square in his face. “SHUDDUP- I’m listening shuddup.” He yelled back to Dustin, joining back into discussions about the club this afternoon but his eyes never really left you, watching you almost protectively.
You followed along with Chrissy, Jason and their friends all day. You felt like you stuck out like a sore thumb, no uniform like them, definitely not sporty and you thought of yourself akin to an ugly duckling compared to their good looks. You thought you’d survived the day, listening to Chrissy and Jason chat next to your locker with a few others on the basketball team. Chrissy wasn’t cheering this afternoon and invited you to watch the boys train. You’d agreed, your dad wouldn’t be home tonight so no one was expecting you anytime soon.
All seemed to be going well when you pulled your art binder out of your locker. A whole stack of art you hadn’t secured in the binder fell out all over the floor. Art from all your Dungeons and Dragons sessions that you had drawn. Bloodied battle scenes, cultish depictions, your tiefling ranger praying at an altar to her deity. The blood left your face, you were as pale as a sheet as Jason quickly leaned down to pick up the art, at first complimenting it but at second glance he stared a bit hard, squinting at it almost like he couldn’t believe his eyes.
Chrissy chimed in, exclaiming how good it is and how creative you are! All the love and support from this cheerleading angel couldn’t quell the dread that washed over you as Jason looked up to you from your art and quietly asked you “Y/N… What is all this?”
Chrissy instantly jumped into action telling Jason to drop it and to give you the art back. That it wasn’t a big deal and that you were new and he should be nice to you! Your eyes grew to the size of plates as a few other members of the basketball team gathered to look at the art. Cringe, disgust, fear all on each face. Everything was going so well, sure you had a rocky start but Chrissy's company made it easier! Panic began to set in, what if Chrissy didn’t want to be seen around you after this? What would others say about you? You just wanted to fit in and not be judged! You just wanted to have a normal first day!
Before you know it one of Jason's friends makes comment about how “It makes sense she’d be a freak, her accent is so fucking weird she sounds like some backwater hick…” and then another pipes up with a “She said she was a native to New Zealand? I bet they do some really freaky stuff dude…”
Chrissy's yells for them to stop it fell on deaf ears; both theirs and yours. You just wanted a void portal to open up and swallow you whole right now but that wasn’t going to happen so you did the only thing you knew. You ran. You ripped your art from Jason's hands and grabbed the paper up from the ground. The paper became wrinkled and ripped and the graphite became smudge but right now you didn’t care. You just wanted to get the fuck out of there.
Of course, at the end of the day the halls were crowded and it felt like every single eye was on you, judging and admonishing you for your likes. Your chest began to get tighter and your sight became blurry from the hot tears threatening to FINALLY spill. Your legs threatened to give way at any moment as you pushed your way through people in the halls and so to protect yourself from any further embarrassment you opened the first door with the lights out. Surely there would be no one there, clubs would need lights and you would have a quiet and dark place to cry alone until it was less crowded and you could slink home.
You slammed the door closed behind you and you could finally hear your own heartbeat and your breathing. It was uneven and heavy, like your lungs had been drowning this entire time. You wiped your tears off your cheeks and slid down the door, landing on your butt with a soft thud. You threw your head back against the door to try and help clear your eyes and help you breathe a little better .
“Ehem-”
Just when you thought nothing could get worse, you bring your head back and see the entire Hellfire Club staring at you, including the LAST person you wanted to see, Eddie. From the point of view of Hellfire, you looked like a deer that had just been hit by a car and was about to be hit by ANOTHER car with how you were looking at them all. Without saying a word, you slowly start to stand up against the door, not breaking eye contact and feeling around for the door handle but before you can spin around and flee once you feel the cold metal of the handle Eddie is next to you. He pulls you to his side and swings open the door, but doesn't let you leave. He’s got a tight grip on your forearm and he uses his free hand to wave the group out announcing “Alright boys, play times over get out.”
Dustin sprung up from his chair about to ask why the fuck they were canning Hellfire over a girl but when Eddie heard the squeak of the chair he craned his head to give Dustin a very stern ‘Do-not-push-it-kid’ Look. Gareth came up behind him and Mike and started ushering them out along with everyone. Members in Hellfire knew after long enough when Eddie said to get out you got OUT.
Once the last party member left Eddie closed the door behind him. You couldn’t even look at Eddie, you could feel his gaze on you and you couldn’t help but let more tears flow freely. “Hold my hand, count to ten and breathe in. You’re gonna give yourself a heart attack at this rate.” He whispered gently to you, holding out his silver clad fingers.
Hesitantly, your shaking hands reached out for his. The second your fingers touched his palms, Eddie engulfed your hands with his. With a soft ‘Ready?’ you nod and he begins doing deep breathes in and out, you following and trying to match his pace despite how shaky and uneven you were. You kept going until he could feel your hands shaking less. You gave Eddie a very small nod and let go of his hands. He lingered for a moment, feeling your hands let go of his but he didn’t want to let go. Once he did let go, you both stood looking at each other and it took less than thirty seconds for you to once again break down again, this time full blown sobs and weeps leaving you. You fell to your knees once again. “God today fucking sucks!” You cried out between hiccups.
Your eyes were closed, you could feel them becoming red and puffy from just how much hard you had been crying this afternoon. You felt like you were gonna pass out but before that could come to fruition, Eddie had knelt down beside you and pulled you into his chest with a warm, tight embrace. His bleeding heart ached for the new girl. Your need for a hug and affection outweighed the awkwardness and shock of being hugged by this stranger. You clung onto his vest and it just pulled at his heart strings more. Those assholes seriously couldn’t wait for the new girl to get settled before tormenting her?
Once your weeps turned to whimpers, and you had cried a puddle into Eddie's shirt, you sat there wondering how to pierce the silence between you two. You peered over Eddie's shoulder and found something you could carry a conversation about. "What campaign are you guys playing?”
Eddie’s head spun at the question and yanked her off him to look her over with a face of bewilderment. “Excuse me?” His eyes were nearly popping out of his skull, his grip on your shoulders tight and slightly painful. The switch that flipped him from gentle to surprised over such a simple question was quite sobering for your anxiety.
“Your campaign?” You stared back, a little confused at his own confused reaction. She pointed to the DM screen and books and then it dawned on her what she interrupted with her panic attack— “ohmygod I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize anyone was in here, I feel like such an ass GOD” you blurted out in a single breath. You held your head in your hands in utter defeat. “God could today get ANY worse?”
Eddie just stared down at her, his brain still processing that this new mystery girl knew what dungeons and dragons was. “You know what all this is?” He gestured to the table with character sheets, dice and books scattered around. He wasn’t not expecting to get the answer he got.
“Know it? Dude I PLAY it! This was the saving grace in Australia! Which is why I feel like such an ass! You dismissed the party because of me bursting into the first dark room I saw! I’m such a stupid idiot I’m so sorry—”
“Hey hey slow down there—“ Eddie pulled you closer to him again and rubbed your shoulders. “You aren’t a stupid idiot, don’t say that about yourself. Those little assholes can deal with an early finish for today. What kind of adventurer would I be if I didn’t prioritize a damsel in distress!”
You actually laughed for the first time since your dad told you they were moving to Indiana fucking HAWKINS. For the past few months all these changes did nothing for your mental health and you’d found it hard to find any peace. Today was an emotional rollercoaster of anxiety, relaxation, fear, annoyance, paranoia and now joy? “Mate I’m not some kind of princess, I’m a tiefling ranger.” You laughed out.
Eddie had to bite his tongue, wanting to blurt out how you actually were a princess. For every glance you gave him today, he gave it back to you when you weren't looking. All day he wanted to say something, he felt something was off when you sat with Chrissy at lunch. Sure Chrissy was an angel but he knew Jason was an ass to say the least and despite how well you thought you hid it, you looked one light breeze away from having a meltdown every time Eddie saw you.
You couldn’t tell from outward appearances but you’d be a great addition to hellfire and he feels like such an idiot for not approaching you sooner during the day especially after he caught you eyeing off the hellfire club note on the notice board!
There was an awkward silence for a moment. ‘How much worse can this day get, just go for it’ you thought while rummaging in your book bag, pulling out the black binder “Wanna see my tiefling?” Eddie just nods at the question and she flips through it, grimacing at the torn, crumpled, smudged and ripped pages from your quick getaway but thankfully your tiefling ranger escaped harm's way. You held the binder out to him, waiting for the very casual “Oh cool” remark like you usually get from others when they’d look at your art but instead Eddie gave quite the reaction.
Eddie grabbed the book from you and stared at the picture in awe. It was beautifully shaded and her character was gorgeous (just like yourself, Eddie thought) . It was honestly brilliant and Eddie didn’t hold back “YOU DREW THIS?” You giggled and nodded, cheeks tinged red at his amazement. “This is… this is AMAZING!! You have to come back when we have a full house here and show everyone this and anything else you’ve got! They’ll go insane for it!” You just kept giggling out of embarrassment and some coyness, mumbling little ‘Oh stop it!’ Between your laughs.
Eddie handed back your binder and asked “Think you’d be interested in picking d&d back up?” You nodded so hard your neck would snap with just a bit more force. “God yes, only if you have room of course!” Eddie smirked and nudged at your arm. “For you? I’ll make an exception.” He winked at you before loudly announcing “ Welcome to hellfire club sweetheart! Consider today fate! —“ he said, jumping to his feet in an explosive gesture, holding his hands out to her. “And consider this room your sanctuary! You are always welcome to escape here and your band of merry adventures will beat the shit out of anyone who tries to breach our doors!”
You reached for Eddie’s hand, laughing loudly along with Eddie at his protective declaration to her. Looking down at you in the moment, Eddie’s heart quickened once again, holding the soft hand of a blushing girl with dewy cheeks and eyes who was giggling because of him and not at him! In that same instance, you gazed up into his warm brown eyes and big grin, his warm hand encompassing her own and the pet name “sweetheart” lingering in your ears. If you could you would live in this moment forever. In one swift movement the moment ended as Eddie hoisted you up from the floor back to your feet.
“Want me to drive you home?” He glanced down at his watch to check the time. Before you could hum and uhh at his offer he said “Consider it a part of my duties to my sad little ranger~ Can't have you wandering these strange lands after such a distressing day huh?” You couldn’t help but giggle more at the scary looking metal head being a total goofball. God did he know how to tickle her funny bone and oh god did your giggle sound like a beautiful song to him.
“You’re not trying to stalk me are you?” You asked, giving him a smirk with some side eye. Eddie couldn’t believe his ears. He grabbed his chest like he had been shot and staggered back “NEVER! I am if nothing but a gentleman! You wound me sweetheart!” There it was again. That delicious pet name. Goddamnit.
On the walk to his van and ride to her house, they asked each a plethora of questions, their favourite bands, Eddie’s other hobbies including music, his band and his side hustle. Eddie learned you love nature and hikes, the beach and you want to be an artist as a career.
As you both pull up to your house, you muster up the courage to tell him something more intimate. “Thanks for everything this afternoon Eddie. For comforting me, inviting me to hellfire and just… being kind. Today started off so bad and since I found out I was moving here I’ve been struggling a lot. I felt like at any minute my life is just gonna collapse in on itself—“ you rambled whole making all these gestures. Talking about it seemed to help you and Eddie was nothing but keen to help you.
“—and I’ve felt like I’ve been up shit creek without a paddle and you were my life line this arvo.” Without warning you leaned over his centre console and hugged him with all your strength. You whispered a meek thank you to Eddie and when you pulled back you once again had Eddie’s heart in a death lock.
Dewy eyes and bright red cheeks and quivering bottom lip as you tried so hard to hold back from bawling at the man’s kindness. Words couldn’t express how thankful you were Eddie saved your first day from being a complete disaster.
“I’ll see you tomorrow!” You jumped out of his car with a smile and ran to your front door, turning around and giving him a big sincere wave. God damnit he was down bad and there was nothing he could do to stop.
You ran STRAIGHT up to your room, locking the door and screaming into your pillow. You just spilled her entire GUTS to someone she literally just met today! What a first impression. You were nervously awaiting tomorrow to be told “you’re too much of a cry baby for hellfire so you are out” from Eddie but little did you know Eddie SPED out of your driveway so he could flop in his own bed as he mindlessly strummed at his guitar, thinking about how fate blessed him with you today.
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