Your hard times are ahead

you're locked in here with me

[nichtsehen]

But my heart, it don't beat, it don't beat the way it used to You're a ZERO! What's your name? No one's gonna ask you You tacky thing, you put them on! Selective RP blog for a nonbinary not quite human Bioshock-inspired Supernatural OC Bernadette Singer. Bouncing through foster care led to the life of a drifter. Led to scraping money for photo and video classes. Led to attempting to freelance from a car. Led to a job listing for B-roll of an abandoned hospital, posted by the Ghostfacers. Led to ghosts, Winchesters, and an angel. Led to helping with the case. Led to Singer Salvage when it was over. Led to asking for a few days, and the offer of a home. Led to research sessions, hunting lessons, and life with a grumpy mechanic. Led to needing to see the angel again, protecting him once he'd lost his mind. Led to the jaws of Leviathans and purgatory. Led to two years trapped with everything Eve created, and two people she didn't. Led to dying and being remade on repeat. Led to a chance to alter their DNA to become stronger. Led to the ability to tear out of one space and into another at will. Led to weapons that defied explanation. Led to a reputation monsters came to fear. Carrd | Memes | IC writing | Episode fic of Purgatory Est. 2017 | Rebooted 2025 Canon divergence | Bobby lived past season 7 Face claim | Ellie Kendrick Other Muses SPN Castiel | Multifandom OC Fritz | MCU Loki Sideblog | follows from @nichtschaden Top graphic by bloodsalted Mun is 30+ | Written by Bowie

[shallowseeker]

Siri, what is that deep dark nothing that can't be filled with food or drink and not even even with sex?

"The absence of Love."

[lilyflxwers]

ok i absolutely need to know what accents u all have pls reblog and tell me or comment or whatever I must know

[nichtsehen]

“YOU CAN KILL ME BUT DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH THEM” DYNAMICS  | accepting

❝  tell me what you want me to do.  i’ll do it.  whatever you want.  ❞ | @chyremn

"Cas, shut up!" The words were snarled through clenched teeth, on their knees, both hands locked over the wrist that held their hair tight enough to rip a few strands from the scalp. Brown eyes scoured every inch of the room lit up by a ring of holy fire, and the flames illuminated the Seraph trapped inside. Four demons, and Castiel had the only angel blade between them in that warehouse full of junk.

"I've always wanted a pet angel." The man holding onto Bern sneered. "Always wanted to hear one beg. And for this piece of shit?" The hunter refused to yelp when his grip tightened, and lifted them a few more inches off the floor. "Seems like a waste to me. So, here's the deal. We keep her," Bern's shoes scraped against the concrete for purchase as they were tugged back and away from the flames. "Stash her somewhere nice and safe. And then we'll talk terms."

"Don't I get one phone call?" All four demons looked at Bern. "C'mon, none of them could get here in time anyway. I thought you liked begging."

"You know what?" The grip on their hair eased a fraction, "I do like begging. Go a head, champ. Put it on speaker." Bern all but dropped to the ground once he let go, and they wasted no time digging a cell phone from dirty jeans. Flipped it open, pressed a few buttons, and their face crumpled. "Battery's fucking empty! Piece of SHIT!" Arm cranked back, and two of the demons laughed as Bern hurled into the cluttered mess of junk and boxes. From that mess, an electronic voice began to chant. Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas...

All hell broke loose. The demon closest to the mess tried to unbury where the phone had clattered to, the third vanished rather than risk being exorcised, and the other two joined the first in excavating the cheap plastic. Bern threw themselves at the nearest object wide enough to throw over the ring of fire, and let it slam down like a bridge for Castiel.

[hypotenussy]

the number 1 rule of fanfic is have fun and be yourself. the number 2 rule is the average healthy adult male can lose roughly 2 liters of blood before dying.

[thecharmingquirksofothers]

incredible prev tags

[nichtsehen]

Hey Bern: if two guys were on the moon and one killed the other with a rock would that be fucked up or what

"I'm picturing it, and with the lower gravity, it's like the world's lamest slap fight."

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 .    (  a collection of  action prompts.   feel free to reverse roles as desired. this prompt will be updated.  )

[ REDWOOD ] sender lashes out at receiver when it isn't their fault.

[ WILLOW ] sender embraces receiver in a moment of extreme distress.

[ PINE ] sender fervently resists receiver's attempts to comfort / care for them.

[ BIRCH ] sender finally ends a tense argument by reaching out to apologize.

[ POPLAR ] sender mentors receiver through learning a new skill.

[ PALM ] sender and receiver avoid / ignore the stresses of real life together.

[ ELM ] sender lends receiver aid in a time of urgent need.

[ MAGNOLIA ] sender, believed to be dead, arrives at receiver's door.

[ DOGWOOD ] sender gifts receiver a token of good luck / protection.

[ MULBERRY ] sender and receiver take a long walk through nature together.

[ HAZELNUT ] sender begrudgingly patches up receiver's wounds.

[ CAMPHOR ] sender suddenly pushes receiver out of danger's path.

[ CASHEW ] when they're finally alone, sender invites receiver to dance.

[ LAVENDER ] sender lays their head in receiver's lap and closes their eyes.

[ BEECH ] it comes to light that sender has betrayed receiver.

[ HIBISCUS ] sender invites receiver to go traveling with them.

[ HICKORY ] sender pushes receiver to admit that they need them.

[ MAPLE ] sender shakes receiver's shoulders, begging them to wake up.

[ CHERRY BLOSSOM ] sender revels in receiver's beauty, stunned.

[ JOSHUA ] sender offers receiver a safe place to hide / crash .

[ ASH ] sender and receiver become reacquainted after many years.

[ FIG ] sender, knowing receiver is hungry, pressures them to eat.

[ YEW ] sender beckons for receiver to join them in the water.

[ CYPRESS ] sender shamelessly flirts with receiver.

[ LINDEN ] sender cares for receiver, who took a hit to protect them.

[chyremn]

arms remain locked around them as they speak, anchoring bern's unsteady frame without even realizing he's doing it. tired voice muffled against the white fabric of castiel's shirt, cheek against chest. ' i'm sorry. ' the angel says, and the words leave quietly. genuine remorse lingering behind them. for what they've endured. for not being able to find them. it's truly a strange thing how two weeks can feel like an eternity to a being who has lived for eons.

i'm okay. bern mumbles. it isn't until he feels the weak pat on his back that he loosen his grip ; realizing how tightly he'd been holding them. carefully he pulls away, eyes locked on their face as they reach for his hand. following closely as they limp into the kitchen. and even as they reach the counter, he doesn't let go. not when the glass is filled. not when it's emptied.

' there's no need to apologize. you were missing. ' a shadow of unease crosses his expression as he tips his head. brow pinching slightly. ' i was concerned. ' a woefully inadequate word. true nonetheless. ' . . . we all were. i don't think you realize the extent of it. ' or the extent of what it had done to him.

he watches bern glance down at their own battered state, blue eyes follow. only now does he truly register the exhaustion ; he'd been so focused on the simple fact that they were alive and home, that everything else had seemed secondary. i need soft everything right now. attention shifts to their face again. a faint, almost wistful tug at the corners of his mouth, before it fades. releases their hand slowly, letting both of his own rise, instead. palms settling gently against either side of the hunter's face. feeling and assessing. tracing the injuries beneath skin. the strained muscles, and aching bones. yet part of him is simply looking. taking in every familiar feature, and that they're standing here at all. beautiful, alive, and human.

light flickers, gentle grace spilling forward to move across the human's form. removing the worst of the grime accumulated over two miserable weeks ─ lets it dissolve into nothing. allows some relief for their strained muscles. his hands lower when he's done, arms falling to his sides. silently, he confirms. then he speaks, ' you should still shower. ' tone firm, ' the grace removed most of the contamination, but i suspect hot water would be beneficial. ' gives a slight nod of his head, ' and pleasant. ' castiel glances back toward the hallway. back to them again.

' if you fall asleep in the shower, i will retrieve you. ' he says, and he means it. ' and i'll . . . excuse myself to change into more suitable sleepwear. you seemed quite adamant about the pajamas. '

[nichtsehen]

"Figured this was a house and family used to loss. What's one more, right?"

Cas wasn't having it. Staring up and down and through Bern with that damn x-ray vision of his. Before they knew it, their face was in his hands. Angel thermometer. Reading shit with his grace, and it wasn't pretty. Bruised, dehydrated, hungry to the point of not being hungry at all. Busted ribs, or at least strained to shit. On top of not having been able to shower. Closest thing they had was a downpour one night walking home, but they treated it like a shower anyway.

Dusk blue eyes were studying them with intent and worry, and Bern felt a pang of guilt. They should have tried harder to get a phone call home, but they weren't used to being missed. Grace washed over their body, warm and almost fizzy, like carbonation. The ribs repaired, some of the fatigue lifted, and most importantly, almost all the dirt and sweat was gone. But not all of it, because they were still being told to shower. Which was saying something, from the guy who had to be taught hygiene. Thank god he picked it up quick after being told off exactly once.

"I'm not gonna," Bern almost smiled, feeling a rush of gratitude for their angel. "But, yes. Thin cotton over skin, and nothing else. We should probably wash your whole damn outfit just for hugging me." That time, the smile was real. It was good to be home. "Get changed. We're sleeping in my room, I want my own bed." Bern took a second to limp their way to Bobby's desk, long enough to scrawl a note to leave in front of the coffeemaker, where they knew he'd see it. I'm home. Let me sleep in. — Bern

Quick detour to grab their own pajamas and fresh boxers, and they were in the shower, letting that hot water tank drain right the fuck over every cell in their body. Scrubbed their hair and skin raw before they were satisfied. Heaven could have been their own bed with Cas in it, dressed as asked, it was a fucking glorious sight to behold. They wasted no time climbing in and pulling the covers over them both, slotting up against the angel like they always did. "I'm so glad you were here..."

[nichtsehen]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN

nickname(s): Bowie

zodiac: Libra

last movie i saw: Iron Lung

last thing i googled: AB positive blood type

favorite musician: Muse and David Bowie

song stuck in my head: I'll Believe In Anything by Wolf Parade

other blogs: @fallenangelwings @nichtschaden @theprisonerofasgard @fracturedlayers please harass all my problem children

do i get asks: from like three people doing the work of 30

following: from my main, something under 200

amount of sleep: buddy not enough

lucky number: 717

what i’m wearing: jeans, a black t-shirt and a plaid button down

dream job: Probably writing. Just put me in a nice room with a view and some music

dream trip: I'm obsessed with The Long Dark, so I think Vancouver island maybe, since that's where the inspiration came from

favorite food: I would commit atrocities for chicken paprikash

play any instruments: is mayonnaise an instrument

languages: English

favorite songs: Hysteria by Muse, Life on Mars by David Bowie, What's Up by 4 Non Blondes, Water Under The Bridge by Adele, Muscle Museum by Muse, and New Born by Muse

random fact: I think I could survive a trip wire because I used to have a computer setup that would pull the whole damn thing down, monitor and all, if I caught my ankle on the power cord, so I learned how to quick switch feet and jump over it if I felt the cord against my ankle. Will I ever be able to test this, no so neither of us will ever be able to prove I'm wrong

describe yourself as aesthetic things: Campfire smoke over freshwater, broken-in flannel, a collection of physical media in a digital world, androgyny, magazine-worthy cupcakes made for nobody but your friends

tagged by: @crosshairsdemon tagging: @chyremn @m0tel @cart4r @qapsiel @bloodsalted

[bcmbsight]

He knew what it was like. Maybe he couldn't tell exactly what they were going through, what had sent them to that place, but he knew his own version of it. Looking around him and feeling like it was spinning around him, like everything within his sight was hurtling, twisting, turning, just needing something to ground him, anything. Usually, there was nobody there, nothing but his thoughts, the ground that he'd cling to, fingers clasping at whatever he could find just to hold himself down while he came to his senses.

It was an in between that he hated. He'd rather be lost entirely than lost in the middle, tugged and pulled by each side.

"You're okay. Look at me..." Robbie instructed carefully, tightening his grip on their shoulder ever so slightly, enough to let them know he was there, to give them a firm anchor with his presence. "Focus on me. My face, my voice, anything." He guided them, adjusting himself so he was knelt at eye level. "What's your name?"

[nichtsehen]

The shoulder beneath Robbie's hand seemed to shift in density. Solid one moment, then light as vapor the next. The hand that held his wrist was no different, the grip fluxing rapidly between cutting off his circulation and not registering at all. The hunter's outline blurred even worse, that strange crimson smoke continuing to drift off pallid, sweating skin. Please, not again, played in their mind on repeat. The last time they lost control this bad? It was 36 hours and change before they managed to manifest back into the world again.

Look at me. Focus on me. The stranger's voice cycled from sharp to tunneled in their volatile state, but lungs attempted to breathe, and brown eyes opened to find blue at their level. The face was unfamiliar. Sandy hair and 5 o'clock shadow above a bomber jacket. "Bern," they tried to squeeze his wrist tighter, "keep talking." The other syringe retracted into the sleeve of their oversized coat, and attention shifted to just the stranger, and holding their atoms together. Bit by bit, the blurring diminished, the smoke lessened, and the shoulder under his hand solidified. What was probably a few minutes felt like eternity. It always did.

The volatility passed, and Bern was left whole, exhausted, and sheet pale. Still holding onto Robbie while trying to fit twice as much air as their lungs could carry. "You didn't have to do that..." eyes that had pressed shut opened once more. "But, thank you." The vice grip released him at last, and pushed brown hair back from their sweaty forehead. "What's your name?"

[m0tel]

[ BERN ] you are 5 [ BERN ] and im askin u for one (1) six pack (6) [ BERN ] pretty sweet deal im just sayin

[nichtsehen]

[ DEAN ] I can't buy alcohol if I'm 5 [ DEAN ] Bitch [ DEAN ] ... Come ghostbusting with me

[leneemusing]

FOR THE “YOU CAN KILL ME BUT DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH THEM” DYNAMICS 

❝  i only want you.  ❞

❝  i don’t need anyone else.  i just…you.  you’re all i need.  ❞

❝  listen,  i’ve lost a lot of people in my life.  i learned how to deal with it but…you’re different.  i can’t take it if it’s you.  ❞

❝  i think about anything happening to you and i— i just.  i fucking lose it.  ❞

❝  you don’t understand.  i need you safe.  not because i don’t think you can handle yourself but because i can’t focus on anything else if there’s even the smallest possibility you’re in danger.  ❞

❝  no one is ever gonna get near you again,  you hear me?  ❞

❝  i won’t let you get hurt.  i promise.  and i don’t make empty promises.  ❞

❝  turn around.  you don’t need to see this part.  ❞

❝  just give the word and i’ll kill every one of them.  ❞

❝  you can’t get all worked up every time something happens to me.  that’s just life.  you’re not always gonna be able to protect me from it.  ❞

❝  no one else understands me.  but you do.  you always do.  ❞

❝  i don’t think i’m the best person for you,  i don’t.  but i do know i’m the one that can keep you safe  ❞

❝  hey—  look at me.  it’s over.  it’s done.  we’re okay.  ❞

❝  who the fuck made you cry i’ll fucking rip their head off.  ❞ 

❝  i know you’ve always got my back.  ❞

❝  please,  let me take care of you this time.  you’re always protecting me but it tears me up inside every time you get hurt because of it.  ❞

❝  can you make everyone else just go away?  i know they mean well but i just want to be alone—  alone with you i mean.  ❞

❝  i know when you’re here,  the real monsters can’t touch me.  ❞

❝   oh,  i am one of the monsters.  but that just means i can keep all the other monsters from ever hurting you again. ❞ 

❝  if you’re gonna keep risking your life for me than you’re also gonna let me patch you up without a single complaint.  ❞

❝  we keep each other safe.  it’s my turn to protect you.  ❞

❝  i killed them for you.  i know you could’ve done it yourself,  but you shouldn’t have to.  ❞

❝   i love you because i know how capable you are.  and i show that love by making sure you don’t have to be the one to always do the hard things.  ❞

❝   i’m gonna make them regret ever even thinking about laying a hand on you.  ❞

❝  tell me what you want me to do.  i’ll do it.  whatever you want.  ❞

❝  i love you just like this.  i love you when you touch me gently like no one else ever has.  and i love you when your hands are bloody and your knuckles are bruised. ❞

❝  please,  just let me protect you.  ❞

❝  are you hurt?  did they hurt you?  ❞

❝  wait,  stop you’re bleeding.  ❞

❝  did you just wince?  where are you hurt?  ❞

❝  i need you in my life.  i’m not used to that—  needing people.  but i do need you.  ❞

❝  you make me feel things i’m not used to feeling.  ❞

❝  why do you let me close when you’re always driving everyone else away?  ❞

❝   you’re mine.  and i protect what’s mine.  ❞

❝  thank you for always being here for me.  ❞

❝  you see things in me that i didn’t even know where there.  ❞

❝  that’s enough.  let’s go home.  ❞

❝  i’m okay now.  i’m safe.  you don’t have to be angry anymore.  ❞

❝  please stop—  this is scaring me. ❞

❝  you don’t have to do this for me.  ❞

❝   hey stop— stop!  look at me.  they’re dead now.  you can stop.  ❞

❝  i have to make an example outta them so no one else tries to hurt you again.  ❞

❝  killing for you is easy.  it’s right.  it feels natural.  ❞

❝  let me do this for you.  ❞

SCENARIOS

[ ONE ]  for sender to take a bullet for receiver. 

[ TWO ]  for receiver to take a bullet for sender. 

[ THREE ]  for sender to protect receiver and then carry them to safety. 

[ FOUR ]  for receiver to protect sender and then carry them to safety. 

[ FIVE ]  for sender to witness receiver get hurt which sends them into a violent rage.

[ SIX ]  for receiver to witness sender get hurt which sends them into a violent rage. 

[ SEVEN ]  for sender to be hurt trying to protect receiver which makes them bloodthirsty for revenge.

[ EIGHT ]   for receiver to be hurt trying to protect sender which makes them bloodthirsty for revenge.

[ NINE ]  for sender to have violently protected receiver,  so receiver kisses them to calm them down. 

[ TEN ]  for receiver to have violently protected sender,  so sender kisses them to calm them down. 

[ ELEVEN ]  for sender to carefully approach receiver in the aftermath,  gently touching them to try and bring them back to themselves. 

[ TWELVE ]  for receiver to carefully approach sender in the aftermath,  gently touching them to try and bring them back to themselves. 

[ THIRTEEN ]  sender was kidnapped,  receiver shows up to save them.  

[ FOURTEEN ]  receiver was kidnapped,  sender shows up to save them.  

[ FIFTEEN ]  sender executes a third party in front of receiver because that person hurt them. 

[ SIXTEEN ]  receiver executes a third party in front of sender because that person hurt them. 

[ SEVENTEEN ]  sender thinks they’re alone but receiver comes out of nowhere to rescue them from someone who intends to do harm/making them uncomfortable. 

[ EIGHTEEN ]   receiver thinks they’re alone but sender comes out of nowhere to rescue them from someone who intends to do harm/making them uncomfortable. 

[ NINETEEN ]  sender has been devastated by something.  receiver holds them until they calm down so they don’t do anything drastic. 

[ TWENTY ]  receiver has been devastated by something.  sender holds them until they calm down so they don’t do anything drastic. 

[ TWENTY-ONE ]  sender thought receiver died so they set out to get revenge.  receiver shows up in time to stand in front of them before they go too far.  

[ TWENTY-TWO ]  receiver thought sender died so they set out to get revenge.  sender shows up in time to stand in front of them before they go too far. 

[ TWENTY-THREE ]  sender is in a vengeful rage because of something that happened to receiver.  receiver gently approaches to calm them down saying this isn’t what they want. 

[ TWENTY-FOUR ]  receiver is in a vengeful rage because of something that happened to sender.  sender gently approaches to calm them down saying this isn’t what they want. 

[ TWENTY-FIVE ]  for sender to have receiver stand by somewhere safe where they can watch sender kill on their behalf. 

[ TWENTY-SIX ]  for receiver to have sender stand by somewhere safe where they can watch receiver kill on their behalf. 

[chyremn]

❛❛ it's simple ; freedom is a length of rope         god wants you to hang yourself with it. ❜❜

[bcmbsight]

OPEN STARTER:

Robbie rushed to their side, dropping down to one knee as a sturdy hand reached out, taking a firm grip of their shoulder to ground them. "You okay?"

[nichtsehen]

The short answer was no. The long answer was hell no. That hit had done something to their whole nervous system, and every atom was threatening to discorporate. The senses that managed Bern's teleportation was screaming, and brown eyes were clamped shut from where they were crumpled with a back against the wall. Inexplicably, two massive syringes appeared to be strapped to both forearms like a weapon.

Scarlet smoke was drifting off Bern's skin, which seemed to blur at the edges. When a hand seized their shoulder, the needle of that arm retracted, and a hand gripped his wrist like a vice. Solid, stable, inaccessible space. "Just stay," they managed through gritted teeth. "Please. I need an anchor."

[pjackk]

Dont be very woried about me since i deserve all of this

[nichtsehen]

/// tfw two OCs need to meet for the Lore but you write both of them

[chyremn]

castiel couldn't have imagined how much the young hunter's absence would affect him when it came down to it. an angel of the lord, programmed to be rational, practical, and solution-oriented. not someone who should have found himself stripped of hope. and yet, he had. he'd become avoidant. quieter than usual ─ which said a lot. three days earlier, dean had found him sitting alone on the porch steps. hands clasped between knees. staring into the darkness ahead.

for an angel, you're doing a hell of a lot of moping.

he didn't look at him. but, he answered. ' i'm not moping. ' dean just shoved his hands down his pockets. uh-huh. you disappear all day, don't answer anybody. you don't help with research, don't help with hunts. then you sit around out here like somebody shot your dog. ' i don't own a dog. ' dean groaned at that. mostly to himself, because it came out wrong, and he knew it. you know what i mean. bern wouldn't want you sitting around feeling sorry for yourself. we're all tryin' to figure this out. angel's jaw locked. he stiffened. and dean noticed. that's where sam stepped onto the porch. see ? there it is again. dean said, and sam sighed.

what ? he threw his arms up.

leave him alone.

i'm just tryin' to help.

you're trying to make him deal with it the same way you do.

and before the argument could go further, castiel disappeared. in fact, he didn't show up again until tonight. now, he stands alone in the kitchen. house silent. bobby's asleep. sam and dean out of state on a hunt. a faint sound before everything else drains away instantly, freezing him in place as he stares at the familiar figure lingering in the doorway.

bern. alive and bruised. exhausted. breathing. a weak smile upon thin lips when they move. something strange crosses the angel's expression, because he's not quite sure how to react yet.

' bern, ' the name leaves him automatically, doesn't even realize he's speaking aloud. castiel makes his way toward them before he can think about it. arms wrapping around, no other possible course of action at this point. the only thing he knows is contact first. needing to feel the warmth of their body. needing proof. certainty. tightly, he just holds them there. ' you disappeared. '

[nichtsehen]

"I know." Bern leaned into him, letting Cas hold most of their weight, exhausted to the bone. "I woke up, the house was a mess and everyone was gone." The witch's cabin had been deep in the woods, it'd taken a long time to find their way back to a road, and even longer to find a car willing to take them farther. Their phone hadn't survived, and after a while of striking out on one to use, Bern quit trying and just focused on getting home. One painful step at a time. They'd lived out of a car too long to even think about stealing one, and what that might do to a person.

They were so tired. And so gross. If Cas couldn't grace away the two weeks worth of grime, they were going to have to limp their way into the shower. "I'm ok." Bern grimaced when a vertebrae popped under the angel's grip. "Just... beat up, tired, and dirty." Most of the bruises were from a hitchhiking attempt gone wrong. Definitely not the highlight of their trip. "First, I need—I need water so bad." Bern patted his back, a silent request to be let go, but they held onto his hand as they limped toward the kitchen for an empty glass that was filled to the brim and drained. Even that small task felt exhausting.

"... I'm sure the boys were fine, but. I'm sorry if Bobby wasn't... I'm sorry if you weren't." Bern wasn't sure what that might have looked like, but the fact that Cas was here when the Impala was gone said enough. "It was just my turn for bad luck, I guess." After days of walking, the idleness was threatening to make their knees fold under them, and the hand that wasn't wrapped around the angel's was white against the kitchen counter. "... I can't bring this into my bed," Bern looked down at their dirty self. "If I don't die in the shower, can I convince you to lay down with me?" Their face lightened into a strained, but genuine smile. "You have to change into pajamas, though. I need soft everything right now." They felt like a busted vase someone tried to put back together with craft glue—one wrong move and they'd shatter.