Notes : I’m starting this at 2:15 AM so if this sucks that’s why.. also I had to write Franco for this. GROANNSSSSSSSSSSSS IN AGONY
Before Sinyala, you worked as the ringleader for a traveling circus. You did more than just planning and announcing, though. You took it to extremes — Involving yourself in performances despite having no previous experience. Often times, you and your colleagues would get scraped up, if not entirely gored. Somehow, you turned this from vomit inducing horror to show stopping entertainment. Your performances made you exactly what Sinyala needed for a new prime asset. You were strong, Manipulative, and most importantly, Charismatic.
Clyde Perry came to find you during one of your performances, being able to see your acts up close and personal. He followed you after the performance, more thankful than ever that you didn’t try to kill him like the others had.
When he proposed the idea of being a prime asset, you were hesitant, but eventually accepted the deal under the guise of having a what was essentially your own personal circus in Sinyala Facility.
So, You became a Prime asset! Equipped with a whip to hunt down reagents :)
— COYLE
“Just because I’m aroused doesn’t mean I approve” or however the line goes..
Yeah no, he hates you! He hates everyone though, to be fair
Prime time with you is a test of his sanity, he swears by it. You’ve got organs strewn up like party decoration. You could at least be subtle, couldn’t you??
That being said, you make good entertainment, you’re the most fun he’s had since coming to the god awful facility — one man can only watch reagents fall on their asses so many times before it becomes boring.
Also — Both of you have shit weapons compared to the other PAs! He’ll make a few dumb jokes about it with you. Give him a laugh, it’s the least you could do.
— GOOSEBERRY
Some entertainment for her and the kids! How fun!
She loves watching your performance and she loves having you watch hers! Two starlets on the same stage :)
She’ll fix you up some puppets based off of circus animals you remember having. She’ll watch you gasp with joy when she gives you them, giggling at your lackluster attempts at puppeteering and ventriloquism. She’ll teach you, don’t worry!
She’ll ask if you’ve ever seen her show, she gets a bit disappointed when you tell her you unfortunately haven’t, never in one place long enough to do so.
Prime time with her is lovely! She adores what you’ve done with her environments — and you can surely say the same for hers :3
— FRANCO
Oh he finds you entertaining alright.
For once, you come to hate your uniform. It’s a big tight on you, and he’ll stop at no end to look over everything he can.
The shoes especially! Sleek and heeled; you’ve got great taste, don’t you? Why don’t you give baby a taste?
He’ll turn every part of you into something perverse. The whip doesn’t help with that. Baby needs spanking, or something ..
Prime time with him is hell, It’s best you don’t think about it.
— KRESS TWINS
Oh yes, dance for them! They’re elites, why wouldn’t they receive in house entertainment?
Other than gooseberry, they’re your biggest fans. Watching you like they’re at the theater.
Otto appreciates your behavior, how you manage to lure in the hypothetical audience with so few words. It reminds him of his position in politics, in a way.
Arora is more appreciative of the acts themselves — especially the practical affects. She’s constantly thinking about how her chemicals could enhance the performance, not to put yours down, but to elevate it.
Prime time with them is a delight! They’re cocky, of course, but they’re kind to you, even if they catch you disemboweling a reagents corpse for no discernible reason..
— LILIYA
She doesn’t have time to care for your performances, your inhuman behavior is more important to her.
She’s seen how you act during trials, choking reagents and still taking the time to pull them apart using whatever you can.
She listens to you talk about your circus animals from time to time, and she can’t help but appreciate how much you love gods creatures, even if you’re a bit unholy yourself.
She might watch your performances from the shadows; listening in on your words so she can learn how to better attract possible followers
Prime time with her is alright. She’s rather silent, and you two barely bump into each other. Sometimes, she’ll find you struggling with a corpse, stepping closer and silently slicing its stomach with her blade before walking off. She likes you, she just won’t show it.
Would you be willing to do gooseberry with a doll-like reader? I hope it's not too much of a bother
MAKEOVER. ― Mother Gooseberry x GN! Reader!
My first gooseberry ask!! Ough i love her sm she really doesn’t get enough love imo…so, i’m happy to write for her!! Please send me more gooseberry asks!! Mama deserves more love!! TT…
Doll-like reader is a personal favorite of mine, I'm sure you can tell by how much I write it with Franco. Although, I think Mother Gooseberry would be a different kind of CG? Franco is mean, he likes to break his toys…he’s more brat than caregiver, but mother gooseberry? She loves her babies! She’d never do anything to hurt them! (At least, not intentionally…) This is probably a bit more fluffy than the usual things i write, still, minors PLEASE don’t interact! Thank you!! Very short in comparison to my other stuff.
W/C: 1.3k (kinda short!)
TWs: dollification? Forced feminization, GN! reader (they/them pronouns!), Futterman is a prick, Soft/fluffy mother gooseberry, possibly ooc? Forgive me. Reader gets kinda soggy near the end. beta-read kinda, if there's any mistakes just send an ask!
*tart is 30’s slang for a whore, iirc. Not meant to be a shortened version of the R slur!!
“Oh…don’t you just look adorable!” Mother gooseberry coos to you, her free hand holding a tube of lipstick while Doctor Futterman stares you down. You’d come to the fun park to complete an MK with a small group of reagents, only to end up caught by mother and promptly tied to a chair. So much for something quick and easy… you could already imagine Easterman’s pre-recorded lines shaming you for being so sloppy. It wasn’t your fault! It felt like Mama had it out for you specifically today…guess now you knew why. She wanted to play dress up.
A drill whirrs, catching your attention and making you flinch. “They’d look better without all that crap smeared on them!” Phylis’ voice takes a slightly deeper tone, more cartoony as she speaks for the puppet attached to her right hand…or, the puppet that was her right hand. You still weren’t really sure how that thing worked, you’d never been close enough to find out for yourself. “Heavy handed cow.” Gooseberry frowns at her “father’s” insult.
“Daddy!” It sounded like a sulk. “I think they look cute like this. Like a pretty doll!” She looks back at you, and gives you a smile. One you can’t return. Or, even try to return. Whatever she’d slathered on you before she’d gone ham with the lipstick was beginning to itch…the white plaster-like material cracking and flaking off your skin. Whatever it was couldn’t be good, you doubted she cared much about using anything genuinely skin safe.
“They looks like a tart.” He grumbles back, but Phylis isn’t listening anymore. She hums beneath her breath as she sets the lipstick on the small surgical table beside you, a pep in her step as she walks to the opposite side of the room to dig in a cabinet…clearly looking for something. More crap to decorate you with, probably.
You take your eyes off her to look at your bindings, a mix of electrical cords and rope with a tattered dress haphazardly stapled to the front. She didn’t wanna risk you getting away if she untied you…dressing a fully grown adult person who’s kicking and fighting back the entire time isn’t easy work. You can’t blame her for not even wanting to try. Hell, if anything you feel grateful she didn’t have a reason to undress you and add to the humiliation further.
You squirm a bit, trying to see if you can loosen the ties wrapped around you just enough to get an arm loose. But each movement makes the white crap on your face crackle and flake off further, coating the pink dress laid across you in white chunks and powder. Just when you think you can finally get yourself free, you hear Futterman's voice again.
“Looksies, Phylis. Your little friendses is trying to escape!” His beady red eyes stare into your own, mechanical lids narrowing as he snaps his teeth with a loud clank. “I told you they were a bad egg! But noooo. You never listens to me!” He’d caught you red handed…but how? Her back had been turned the entire time?
She drops a spool of ribbon, turning around to look at you, hurt as Futterman continues to lay on the insults. “You just hads to keep ‘em alives, huh? Thought this ones would be different, now looks at you!” She doesn’t defend herself, almost defeated in a strange way. All the while, Futterman whirrs and clicks his oversized teeth together expectantly. Waiting for a chance to sink both of them into you.
“You were…trying to leave me?” She finally whispers out. “You…want to leave mother?” There’s an edge to her tone that tells you if you don’t protest this right now, she might just let Futterman drill a hole right through the back of your mouth.
“N-No!!” You blurt, feeling your heart begin to pound so loudly you can hear it in your ears. Adrenaline courses through your veins, vision blurring around the edges as the words escape you before you even have the time to process what you’re saying. “I-I’m having fun! My…my arms are just sore…” A weak argument, and Futterman is quick to call your bluff.
“Bullshit! I saws you squirming! You were looking for a ways out of heres!” Mother Gooseberry’s expression darkens, and Futterman only looks more eager. Incredibly eager. He hadn’t made it a secret he loathed your presence, constantly staring you down, looking for a reason to maim you. Guess he finally had his reason, and you were gonna die here…tied to a chair, covered in some itchy stupid powder, being treated like a baby doll by a grown woman.
Your throat suddenly felt tight in an entirely different way, a lump beginning to form as you choke back a sniffle. Tears were blurring your vision, dribbling down your sore cheeks in hot black beads. The mascara only made it more dramatic, and the inability to cover your face was humiliating. Was that even possible? You didn’t know, and you didn’t care. Sobs are pulled from your chest, head hanging low as you cry out all the feelings you’d been bottling up since being placed in Murkoff’s hands.
You’d only wanted a better life for yourself, a chance to get back on your feet and be a part of something important. How were you supposed to know it wasn’t what was advertised? It wasn’t like anyone who was “reborn” lived long enough to blow the whistle on this operation. An operation that took advantage of vulnerable people like you.
You missed your family, your friends. You wondered if they were looking for you, if your face was currently plastered in the weekly newspaper and if your local church prayed for your safety every Sunday. That’d be nice. You weren’t sure if it was worse than the latter option though. If knowing you were never coming home to give them all closure would be worse than being forgotten all together.
Your sobs grow gut wrenching as Futterman’s drill begins to whirr again, getting closer as Mother Gooseberry takes her sweet time approaching. Did she enjoy this? Watching you break down before snuffing the life out of you? You feel her hand come to cup your cheek, thumb roughly brushing over the smears of white and black makeup. It hurts, and you flinch, only to hear–
“Oh…My poor baby…” She coos to you again, that same sickeningly sweet tone making you pause, sucking in a sharp breath as you blink in confusion. She wasn’t…hurting you? Your gaze slowly turns upwards, meeting her eyes with your own only to see the softest expression on her face. Maternal, tender. Futterman looks absolutely bewildered, but before he can start with the insults she’s continuing. “Why didn’t you tell mama you had such sensitive skin…? Poor thing…no wonder you were squirming around...”
Her hands work to undo your bindings, your limbs finally feeling relief after hours of being stuck in one spot for so long. “You dumb cow! You’re letting them go?!” Futterman shouts but Phylis shushes him, reaching for your face again and gently wiping off the rest of the mess on your face with her blouse’s sleeve.
You could run. It’d be easy to shove her back, catch her off guard and get a headstart before she even realizes what’s happening. But…where would you go? You’d already heard the all too familiar sirens telling your team to leave the trial without you, the button wouldn’t be there til the next group of reagents come in to complete their trial. And what if the shuttle was full? Then what? You found a million excuses to stay, a million excuses to let yourself be comforted by the woman you were so terrified of in the first place.
“Come here…come to mother…Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” You nod your head, sniffling as she already begins scooping you up into her arms. You don’t fight back, resting your head on her shoulder. “There there. Mother will take good care of you…”
A/N: finally posting this!! aguh i feel awful...my goal was monday and its tuesday night TT i hope yall forgive me, i've been having some health issues again.. but yay!! i can finally start knocking out the easier asks in my inbox teehee
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How about an ex-pop or prime asset reader who likes to sing in (I assume the Primes also have like a shared lounge area like the reagents) the shared sleep room a soft lullaby or a serenade which almost echoes throughout the entire facility. What would the assets reaction to that would be? They can be a significant other or a neutral towards each other.
You know, I have been thinking about this for a bit because I literally have Moon River stuck in my fucking head for days, & considering Moon River is from around that time (1961, but shhhhhhh, let's pretend it is 1961). Also, I never actually wrote about the other assets besides Coyle, so this is gonna be fun!
(I'm also going to focus on the big three unless people want me to write the others. Let me know so I can make a part two)
Leland Coyle
You know what? I would say he low-key fucks with it.
Considering he also sings during his trials, it's not the best singing, but does he give a fuck? No.
Now, to hear such a beautiful voice singing within the common rooms for the Ex-pops is somewhat mesmerizing to him.
However, Coyle never approaches you about it. Coyle isn't very good at giving genuine compliments; you're either getting insults or sexual comments from that man.
But when Coyle wants to be genuine, he shuts up & for once in his goddamn life, listens.
Coyle loves the sound of your voice & especially that he has a hard time sleeping, it knocks him out fast.
I would say he even leans into the door of your room to hear your singing. This is the quietest Coyle will ever be.
But whenever you leave your room, Coyle quickly moves away so you don't catch him looking at your door like a love-sick puppy.
However, his smoking doesn't really hide him very well.
Mother Gooseberry
Loves it. You know what, she would even hum the same tune as the one you're currently singing.
I like it when Gooseberry sings, so when Gooseberry joins in with you, singing along in harmony, it means something to me, man.
You can hear her outside your door singing along with you. You approach your door & lean against it so that Gooseberry can hear you clearly.
She's so happy whenever she hears your beautiful voice, & you're just as happy hearing her too.
It's a beautiful ex-pop duet for two.
Sinyala was never a beautiful place, but just this once, it was.
Franco Barbi
Also loves it.
Like Coyle, he will pass out quickly because your voice is pretty & plus Franco is literally a baby, or more like a baby man.
Babies love to sleep to the gentle sound of a singing voice. So what makes Franco any different?
I feel like the common rooms outside your door. He takes his blanket & pillow, throws them on the couch, & lies down to hear your voice.
Franco would definitely do this every night, & he literally feels refreshed the next day.
Whenever you leave your room to grab something, expect to find Franco snoring, wrapped like a burrito on the couch. You're worried about what would happen if you stopped singing.
After all, you don't want to wake a sleeping baby, do you?
Gooseberry's way of showing love was doting at most, smothering at best.
“Dear, stay still.” she cautions gently, dabbing blood splatter off of your cheek. “You heard the broad! You either listen to her or her father!” Dr.Futterman spits (more like drills) out of his beak.
“Doctor Daddy!” The woman in plaid says in an accusatory tone, her voice hushed like they were the only people in the room.
Before you can speak, you get a mouthful of wet cloth shoved into your face.
“Oh!” Gooseberry dotes, looking down at you with a tilt of concern. “Sorry, dear. Didn't mean to do that.”
She just loves you so! You'll let her fuss over you whenever she wants, won't you?
⋆ this is super short but omg!! i love her so much!! ><♡
Includes : Mrs.Gooseberry , Leland Coyle , Franco Barbi , The Kress Twins , Liliya Bogomolova
Warnings : Not canon compliant — Murkoff wouldn’t be kind enough to indulge in a cat nor would it realistically survive .. Otherwise ? None !
Notes : I’ll probably do a part two eventually with the ex-pops , Amelia , Easterman, And Clyde Perry .. but for NOWWW here ya go !!:3
You’re good at what you do.
you’ve been in Sinyala for a while now — Your grades on trials are impressive almost every time, you’re happy to help out new reagents, you do almost everything right.
Because of this, you’ve earned some respect. Emphasis on some. Doctors still look at you like you’re scum of the earth, you still have to go through the trials, you’re still a reagent. You just get certain presents others don’t.
Some new decor for your room or a little bit more food than other reagents; nothing too obvious (fathers aren’t meant to play favorites) but enough for you to notice.
At least, it wasn’t noticeable until now.
You woke up in your sleeproom, and immediately something’s was off. There was an unfamiliar weight on your legs, and a soft humming sound echoing through the room. You sat up, only to be met with a small, soft cat on your lap. It had no collar, no note was left, and there was no way a cat could just sneak through Sinyala. Nonetheless, there were food bowls left near the door and a small bag of food with what you could assume to be just enough for the small things breakfast.
Congratulations; you have a cat!
— MOTHER GOOSEBERRY
Oh she adores the little thing, with its fluffy little paws and big blue eyes.
Unfortunately, she has to be careful and keep a distance — can’t have Doctor daddy hurting it !!
She’d make it some sort of bow and call it a collar
Unfortunately, You’re not allowed to take it to the sleeprooms :( no cross contamination!!!
As much as she loves it, she’d probably scold you for bringing it into the trials. Poor thing could get hurt, silly goose!
Futterman is not as kind towards it.. Calls it a filthy stray
— LELAND COYLE
“The hell!?”
I think coyle is more of a dog person. At least, at first. Something about how they’re “feminine”, he’s no woman, nor is he a fairy. (<- Allegedly..)
It’s another obstacle to him, getting in his way during chases, making it difficult to listen for reagents.. god, does this little critter ever shut up!?
Eventually he might warm up to it, though. Grumbling in annoyance when he loses a reagent, he’ll pick it up and laugh when it meows at him. Ugly lookin’ thing..
He’s very secretive about his affection with it. If you catch him petting the lil guy, he’ll hunt you down. Can’t tattle if you’re dead!
Would tie a string to his prod and dangle it in front of the kitty.. playtime :)
— FRANCO BARBI
He’s a bit jealous of the kitty ..
He has to watch as it gets coddled by you, no fuckin’ fair! He’s the baby! Not that furry little shit!
I honestly don’t feel like his opinion would change much when it comes to the kitty..
That being said — y’know those videos of cats cuddling up with babies? I think it’d be kind of like that.. the cat trying to get Franco’s attention, but he’s not having any of it..
Cats always seem to love the people who ignore them, though
— THE KRESS TWINS
I think they’d be indifferent more than anything.. as long as it doesn’t get in their way, they don’t care for it.
That being said, if they were to grow attached, they’d spoil the hell out of it..
Somehow, they’d manage to buy it some fancy ass treats and lure it over for pets. Otto shaking the treat bag while Arora coos over it. They may not be able to have kids, but they can have this.
In turn, they might act a bit kinder towards you. Just so they can keep the kitty around. They just so happen to run slower when you’re their target. It’s not their fault!
Arora would 100% be one of those people who dress up their cat, btw.. Otto is more than happy to indulge — happy wife happy life, as they say !
— LILIYA BOGOMOLOVA
Another one who I think would be rather indifferent towards a kitty, but she cares for you, so she’ll pretend to. That being said, she’s sort of protective over it? It’s one of gods creatures, after all.
Is extremely careful when petting it.. she’d hate to hurt something so small and sweet. Poor thing, it has no idea that it’s surrounded by sin.
She gets a little confused when you compare her to it. She doesn’t see the resemblance, even if you point it out.
She feels honored when the kitty follows her around during trials. She’s a mentor, even to creatures as frail as this..
Warnings ; Typical outlast stuff .. Reader is babied and Gooseberry refers to them as her child n’ such, does that need warning ? Shrug ..
The day you two met was normal for Gooseberry — But a whirlwind for you. It was your first ever trial, And you quite literally almost pissed your pants when you saw her.
The affection wasn’t immediate. You were her prey, She was your predator. That’s all it was; She couldn’t have you meddling around with her kids after all!
Though, As time went on and you experienced her trials more and more, you grew accustomed to her presence. While obviously still frightened of her, you can to learn her attacks, her behaviors. It made her easier to avoid and to watch. You learned plenty about her, and eventually she learned about you too, and something began to fester beneath the surface. Something rotten and ugly.
Encounters became less violent and more like playing tag. Sure, Futterman was still a dick rude, but he wasn’t who you had your eyes on. And while you’d never make it official, something had started between you two.


Gooseberry’s main form of affection is giving you gifts, often in the form of knowledge. She’d spend hours teaching you all about your teeth and how to keep them clean, even in a place like this. Typically though, she’s not given that chance; so she’d opt instead to writing little notes and hoping you find them during the trials
If you have a favorite animal, she’ll try her best to put together a puppet of said animal. It’ll be crude due to her lack of resources, but she’ll give you the biggest smile while puppeteering it. —
— “I love you, Honey!” “I love you too..” you trail off a bit, forgetting the things name, She mouths it to you, shielding her mouth as if on stage again. “I love you too, PhiPhi..” and oh, she smiles like a kid in a candy store.
She will absolutely smother you in kisses, it leaves the lipstick on her mask even more smudged than it already is.
Would try to dance with you, but it would be.. messy. She’d end up accidentally stepping on your feet a few times. She apologize time and time again, no matter how many times you say it’s fine.
Insists on you calling her mama or mommy, mother is too formal. Parents shouldn’t have favorites, but she can’t help it with you! You’re just so cute!
Speaking of cute, she loves how adorable you look when you’re scared. So don’t be fooled, she will absolutely still look for you during trials!
She likes to corner you and watch you panic for a place to run or hide, but it’s much too late by then.
Pins you against the wall and gets Futterman just close enough to fuck up your neck a bit. Maybe your jaw or collarbone. Enough to make you woozy. Then she’ll kiss you and wander off to find someone else to torment.
She hates when you leave. Has tried so many times to keep you with her after trials. Unfortunately, you refuse to risk what could happen if you stayed. No matter how much you explain that to her, she still gets mad when you make a run for the shuttles.
Would spend hours crying to Futterman about your absence — Not like he cares.
Overall? She loves you more than anything, You’re her sweetheart, and she’s so thankful you love her back. Her precious baby.
*smiles warmly* u should write outlast trial charas x reader reagent that’s sort of. sylveon like?? like super friendly and affectionate.. make sure to include liliya… *smiles warmly again*
*Smiles warmly* okay! Yay!
— " PLEASE CURE ME , EIRIN ! "
Outlast (Trials) Chars x Sylveon-Esque Reader
Includes : Mrs.Gooseberry, Leland Coyle, and Liliya Bogomolova !
Warnings : Typical outlast stuff
Notes : If you’re wondering why I didn’t include the twins n Franco, It’s because iiiii didn’t wanna write Franco and I feel as though the twins would be way too indifferent for it to be interesting ..
Notes ( 2 ! ) : By sylveon-esque, I mean the following; Optimistic, Kind, Big on healing, And almost obsessed with cute clothes and such
You’ve always been an affectionate person, for better or for worse. You loved to help people, Loved to see the smile. Unfortunately, The world has never been kind to its inhabitants, and it indented to chew you up and spit you right back out like it had time and time before.
You were resilient, though. So no matter what happened you did your best to provide not just for yourself but for the people around you.
When you saw the flyers, you were ecstatic. If you got back on your feet, you could help everyone else too!
God, if only you knew.
— GOOSEBERRY
Oh she adores you. What a sweet child you are!
Tugs on your cheeks like a grandma, it makes her so happy that you don’t shy away.
Bear hugs whenever she can provide them, She can’t help it! Your little giggles melt her heart..
She finds it so sweet how determined you are with helping people — you’re almost like daddy!, going around and bandaging up all those silly little teammates of yours..
She might purposely prick herself on Futtermans drill just so you coo over her and fix her up. She can’t help it! You’re just the sweetest little angel..
Imagine waltzing into one of her trials one day, Ribbons tucked between your chest and E.S.O.P, they tickle your skin, but it’s worth it to see her smile. You make sure nobodies watching and sneak up behind her like you have so many times before. She opens her mouth to greet you, but you hush her — pressing a finger to your lips. You pull one of the ribbons out, tying it around where Futtermans neck would be before running off so your teammates don’t get suspicious. As you run away, you hear the annoyed complaints of Futterman, and the joyous giggles of Phyllis.
— LELAND COYLE
The pep in your step disturbs but excites him, he cannot wait to beat the stars out of your eyes.
You’re insane if you think he’s letting you get close to him. If he’s not hunting you, he’s keeping his distance.
That being said, he watches you from afar, and begins to take an interest in you and your optimism.
You’re so quick when it comes to assisting other reagents, and he can’t miss the sadness in your eyes as you push the snitch towards his fate or inch closer towards the scapegoats. He almost pities you. Almost.
At the end of the day you’re still just another one of Eastermans toys, but he can’t help the tight feeling in his chest when he thinks about you, about how the “teachings” will get to you like they have so many other reagents. He can’t pin down exactly what it is, but he’d bet it’s anger.
Only he’s allowed to remind you of the world’s filth — only he can dim your shine.
— LILIYA BOGOMOLOVA
You appeal to her, Even without meaning to.
Someone so willing to accept her gospel, she can’t help but feel.. warm, when it comes to you.
She watches you when she gets the chance, vision locked onto you like a target as you skitter around the Resort, like a fairy she caught in a jar.
Calls you gods light. Why wouldn’t you be? You practically shine, even in a place like this. A symbol of the lords love towards humanity, despite the sinful creatures they often are.
She’d love to just hold you, if given to chance. Taking in every detail of you, of your warmth. How you melt into her touch, how you smile at her. She wishes sometimes that she could just sit here and watch you for all eternity. But the lord calls for her, and who is she to deny him?
Tie a ribbon one of her claws. She may pull it off during the trial (for the sake of blending in, of course), but she’ll keep it for as long as allowed
