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smokeybrandreviews · 1 year

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Dustland Fairytale

I’ve been pretty quiet about my Azur Lane adventure because, for the most part, it’s been pretty quiet. There wasn’t really anything worth updating recently. Outside of my new quest to build up my Northern Parliament dock, nothing has really happened worth commenting on. Besides, I've been busy ducking an eviction and moving into a much, much, better place so i really didn’t have the time to delve deep into my progress. But all of that has finally resolved itself and i got the time again. It’s weird being able to just, take my time and really enjoy typing this out. I’m in my own room, sitting on my own futon, my puppers napping next me, gushing about a pass time i genuinely enjoy. It’s just such different energy where i am now, than where i was a week ago and i love it!

In terms of my Rusky dock, I've come a long way. Stremitelny was added to the Light Construction pool permanently a few updates back, so i obviously made a run at her. Didn't work out but i was able to pick her up a few days in. N0t a bad get but, more importantly, i was able to complete Chkalov. I mentioned this in my last Azur Lane post but i already had all the necessary parts in order to construct her, it was the EXP grind that killed me! Man, i do not remember it taking that long to pick up three million points! When i was grinding for Rupprecht, that sh*t went by in a flash! Not with Chkalov! That chick took weeks! Like, way too many. I don’t know if it was because i ended up grinding on the lower level maps on account of my SN ships being absolutely under leveled from neglect, but getting those points hurt. Cartoonish time sink, man, but i’m finally out of that whole and the only Northern Parliament Carrier has officially joined my Fleet. That brings my grand total to nineteen of a total twenty-three. It’s just a matter of time before they are all available in terms f Rerun or Pool addition. All of them except Kronshtadt. F*cking Ultra Rare ships, man. You don’t have a choice but to get them on a Rerun if they you miss the first Banner attempt. Fortunately, the Abyssal Refrain hasn’t had a Rerun yet so i still have a shot!

Speaking of Ultra Rare, guess who rolled that brand new UR Carrier on the current Royal Navy Event Banner? This guy! It was kind of hilarious because pulling Implacable was the last thing i did before getting knee deep in life stuff and neglecting this game for a week. I’ve literally only been playing the Revelations of Dust for three days and I've already got all the new ships. Popped the rest of the banner boats on my Tuesday, doing all the Weekly Missions. That first Ten-pull was real kind. Got another Implacable, a Scylla, and, like, three Argus. Those Argus were spread out over two more Ten-pulls but tat was because i was trying to get Royal Oak to drop. I’ve had the Point Shop ship drop in Construction on a different event do i figured I'd give it a shot here. After a handful of Wisdom Cubes i probably shouldn’t have gambled, i opted to just grind it out. I needed the Points anyway to unlock Hero so it worked out. Three days into actually making an attempt at this event, i have all of the Boats available. Kind of meh about the entire situation because i don’t really f*ck with the HMS ships like that but it’s cool. A new UR is always welcome.

#Azur Lane #Revelations of Dust #Royal Navy #HMS #Chkalov

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m1d-45 · 1 year

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ME WHEN SAGAU LORE. god i LOVE reading things that people have clearly put a lot of thought into and seeing their thought processes throughout it like you are so right!! thank you for ur wisdom!!! - teddy anon

me when sagau lore as well, my liege

i’m very glad you enjoyed it! posts like that are real nervous for me because it’s just My Thoughts but you’re welcome!

have a beautiful day :)

#m1d : [chats]#teddy anon #sorry i’m late again this was such a simple response—#can’t believe i misspelled ‘my’ oh my god

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comradedream · 2 years

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Maybe im just new to the fandom, but does george prottect dream? From antis or crazy fans? Thats the main reason why i like dnn more than dnf, sapnap seems to be willing to fight people that are mean to dream

Genuinely curious, as i said im very new and dont know a lot

hii ok first off sorry this is late i got my wisdom teeth removed yesterday LMAOO and working up a coherent response was way too much work 💀

so yeah i wouldn’t say george is as outrightly blatant as sapnap has been in the past ifl like he prefers being passive aggressive and shady in public, but he’s def not like. neutral — i’ve said some of this before but his support tends to b stuff like liking tiktoks making fun of dream antis, backing him up when he makes statements, going inactive along w him during controversies/being w him when he does return on stream, commenting that the stuff antis say doesn’t matter and that dream knows the truth, joking ab how stupid the shit ppl get mad at dream ab is on streams and making bits out of it (like in 2020 dream got bs hate for “rigging the minecraft mob vote” by pledging his support to a mob he liked and stood down from making a comment on his preference in 2021, while george made a point to mock that for DAYS by going way over the top w a joke ab how he was “rigging the vote.”), stuff like that!! and i think in general being a big part of dreams personal support system and safety net is massive and being there for him in private is vital af, ++ i’m sure dream makes a point of privately discouraging his friends from taking fire on his behalf

n ab what u said ab dnn, i think that’s where i find the already existing DREAM TEAM so perfect yk? like they balance each other super well, and fulfill those roles ur talking ab as a friend group already in my eyes. i personally don’t see anything romantic between them as a trio, but i find everything ab their platonic bonds w each other so so important and crucial :’) but U obv ship what u want urself though that’s just my take

and welcome to the fandommm my asks and dms r always open if u have any questions at all!!! hope ur having fun mwah

#asks #i love how ur priorities in ur preferred dream ship is him getting protected LMAOOO ur just like me fr

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spiteless-xo · 2 months

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FIRST AND FOREMOST HEYYYY TIFFIE BAE

ive been mia bc i went on my month-long trip and have finally returned to normalcy (not rly but fake it til you make it ig) BUT I MISSED YOU LOVEY

im so sorry for being inactive im literally gonna spam you and catch up like i never left

im still the same intolerable porco fucker..... i feel like if anything it's gotten worse bc i'm scrounging the internet for porco fic and all i'm getting is CRUMBS and things i've already read

i revisited tbas while waiting for one of my flights abroad and it's so funny rereading it bc albeit a prequel to tbaw, they feel like different timelines and then i have to remind myself that these are the same characters and you intermingled them in the literal best way possible (i still have lingering moments of remembrance of the notorious hockey match and porco and jean literally about to make out while fighting over reader)!!!

WHAT'S FUNNY (or maybe just psycho of me) IS THAT tbas' smut chapters are identified like tbaw's....... but i totally memorized which ones have smut 💀💀

like 'halloween with porco' is just that girllllllll

ALL THAT ASIDE, i hope you've been well lately! i hope work, life, and ur finance (definitely fiancé) have been treating you so so well and i hope there are nothing but good days ahead <3333

omg also... side note..... if i'm not mistaken.. i think i'm visiting ur home country in july which is so exciting 👀 my boyfriend and his family are from *redacted* and we're planning to meet up with his extended family and throw a surprise birthday party for her there!! we get to go sightseeing and i'm sooo excited bc we're making an effort to visit all the landmarks!!! esp the seawall that inspired tbaw 👀👀

SRY FOR THE LONG WALL OF TEXT

i missed you and ilyily tiffie <3333

~🥞

❤️❤️❤️❤️ welcome back!!! i hope the trip was a blast and you took lots of pictures and had lots of fun 🥰 plz spam me, i promise i'm sitting here on tumblr lurking and liking, and maybe I'll have something to share in the coming days, but i'm not going to promise anything because i have proven to be unreliable 👀

hehehe tbas is my sweet little baby, i think about it often. i wrote it all in like a week when i was high on pain medication from getting my wisdom teeth taken out and i had so much fun writing it that i started working on tbaw too 😭

we actually recently passed the anniversary of tbas ending and tbaw starting a few weeks ago!! wild.

(halloween with porco is............. a chapter that i return to often. 👀)

tytyty so much for the well-wishes!! i hope everything in your life goes perfectly: perfect job, perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect boy, perfect everything 😘

omg that's so exciting!! idk if you've ever been before but the seawall is such a pretty walk. hopefully, it's a nice day when you guys go and it's not dumping rain like it usually is 💀

i'm actually going down to that area-ish for a golf trip in july too soooo wish me luck 😭 i'm not much of a golfer, more of a drunk-driving-the-golf-cart-er.

love you love you, welcome back! 🥰❤️

#tiff.ask #gallliard #moot.porcofucker🥞

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smokeybrand · 1 year

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Dustland Fairytale

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idkeither223 · 1 year

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my latest saying of the day:

gender is custard

ur welcome for my wise wisdoms x

#idkhowtoexplainbutitis #nonbinary

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tiffanylamps · 2 years

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https://tiffanylamps.tumblr.com/post/695223403312988160/tell-me-what-you-associate-with-me

I associate you with old cars and cigarettes, late night writer's block, everything brown, and black, and for the other side,

Nope, just more shades of brown 😂 Particularly beige, pertaining to your wisdom and scarlet/maroon for your honesty that's always considerately delivered, and satisfying because it's comforting AND true, (god this is so vague u must be so confused 😂)

Because of ur fics and the content u post, the feelings i felt towards ur blog and writing were very suffocating (just typical brainrot) so the colors surely werent pleasant at first- then it turned dark pink -> light pink

What am i even saying anymore i got carried away il stop😭

Okay, so, hello! I hope you're well, thank you for taking the time to send me this! It's actually so nice of you : ) "old cars and cigarettes, late night writer's block" is a very good way to describe my early twenties. These days, there are far fewer cigarettes but still many a late night, and regrettably, more writer's block 😭

In regards to the colours you're describing, it feels very organic to me, like the different shades of blood. Which, I personally really like- I don't really want to be associated with artificial tones or accents (like neons, even though there's nothing wrong with them and everyone has a little bit of neon in them). I love the idea that you associate me with the colour pink! I don't think anyone who knows me in real life would put me with that colour, so the fact that my online persona conveys feelings of pink is really quite cool!

Whilst we're here, these are the three pop culture-y things I associate the colour pink with:

The "Think Pink" song from Funny Face (1957) starring Audrey Hepburn and Fred Astaire

The actress Molly Ringwald (oh, look, it's the two sides of my personality having a dance together 😂)

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The song Pretty in Pink by The Psychedelic Furs

I don't know what I have done to give you the impression that I am wise but I'm going to keep doing it 😂

I hope my tumblr can be a place where you feel welcomed, safe and entertained : )

#thanks again for sending me this :)#answered #ask game

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moontours · 3 years

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michelle what are your favorite comic quotes ever

EVER??? maria u have no idea what ur asking for. this is going to take me 6 years.

help us to not take the easy road, and i promise we’ll fight every fight they can throw at us. help us win the hard way — the right way — not with hate, not with retribution, but with wisdom and hope. help us become champions (kamala khan)

that's how I survived. time and time again. that's my secret. i survived because i willed it to be. how did i survive apocalyptic fire? i simply refused to feel the flames (emma frost)

always dreaming. of higher, further, faster … more. we’ll get there. and we will be the stars we were always meant to be. (helen cobb to carol danvers)

i have hunted for less i have killed for less but never with as much pleasure (natasha romanoff)

hearts always break and so we bend with our hearts and we sway but in the end what matters is that we loved and lived (natasha romanoff)

i will not go out this way and i will not go out quietly (natasha romanoff)

welcome to the world of the blind (matthew murdock)

i’m the only me that ever was (jean grey)

cut me and i bleed (lorna dane)

you want me to fight? then give me a reason. show me something. show me that this endless damn battle will actually leave the world better than i found it. show me i’m not just spinning my wheels, living through the same patterns over and over and over. make me a deal. show me anything, and i’m yours. forever. (matt murdock)

you do not have to walk through it ... you can run (f4/franklin richards)

you say im lost? i’m right here. in a cave—with scraps. you say im not acting like tony stark? look at my cave of scraps, reed. look at my ticking clock. this is the only place i’m ever like tony stark. this is where tony stark was born (tony stark)

i do not belong to you. we can fight all day, sunfire, but i still won’t belong to anyone but myself (lorna dane)

im not a porcelain doll, you chauvinist pig (lorna dane)

imagine that. all it took was death and desperation for you to turn into me (emma frost)

this is where i made my stand (johnny storm)

you had a dream. i had a plan (scott summers)

i’m not a monster. i’m not. well summers, you wanted to be able to make a difference. to do something. i open my eyes and— (scott summers)

by earth and sky, by hex and craft—by the past and the future—i call forth hope from darkness. i speak the words of power. the words we gave power to. the words we made into magic. let their power augment our own. to strike one blow from our hearts and souls—from all that we are. lt the call go forth—avengers assemble (wanda maximoff)

i am a futurist. i am. to my core. that means i respect the future. i believe in the future. i worship at its feet (tony stark)

because i believe in dick grayson. i believe in the boy who always stepped up when someone was in need. i believe in the man who just wants to help. without wanting to apply too much pressure, i believe you can be one of the greatest forces for good this world has ever seen. whatever you choose to do, please know i am exceedingly proud of you. proud of your heart, proud of your compassion, proud of your humor, your optimism, and your strength in the face of everything that confronts you. and, above all, though we rarely say it aloud … i am so very proud to call you my son (alfred pennyworth to dick grayson)

batman is dead. long live batman (bruce wayne)

and babs had to change most of all. there was a time when none of us could match her crime-fighting skills. she was in a class of her own. but when her legs were taken from her, she reinvented herself and ended up as an even bigger threat to the perps she used to take down with a batarang (dinah lance abt barbara gordon)

everything doesn’t have to be about fear. there’s room in our line of work for hope, too (stephanie brown)

AND OF COURSE. WHAT WAS THE REVOLUTION, SCOTT?

#THIS ISNT EVEN CLOSE TO ALL OF THEM. NOT EVEN CLOSE.#maria tag #m.inbox

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lovestrucked-again · 4 years

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Days Of Eminence | L. Jeno

Summary: There’s only a small amount of cities that still exist, the city of Eminence being the next most likely to perish. It’s not the city that dies, but the people - guided by an Angel. He says Y/N is his saviour, the one who can guide him to Heaven, but how can she when she’s the one meant to kill him. Genre: angst, smut,

Pairing: angel! Jeno x agent! female reader (ft Jaemin) Word count: 5k

Warning: corruption of Angelic themes, smut, death

a/n: Something very different as part of the summer collaboration by @neo-cult-ure. My chosen summer-titled song is “Summer” by Keshi. Thank you for hosting this!! <3

“3 months is all we’ve got.” _____

They asked you to write everything you could remember. A hard thing since there’s only so much sorrow in the telling. Your mind shies away from it, looping between the past and present in time.

Jaemin squeezed your arm, his face stern. “Stay only long enough to find out what goes on, Y/N. 3 months is all we’ve got.”

You nodded, believing it would be that easy; truly imagining that you were prepared for what was coming.

***

First Month Eminence was cool and muted as the mountain city of summer. As in summer, most constructions of the city covered in a shadowed glow, soft stone in the dark; seemingly clean, bare, bonelike whiteness. You knew the ceremonies conducted by the Angel occurred during sunset, hence your entry at that time. Walking through the main street you started to see how the people of this place looked ill and frail. Many bore savage burn scars, though they looked content.

“We know there is a place called the Chantry where the people meet to hear the Angel speak every day. I will guide you there.”

Passing from the pink stained dusty street and into the shadowy interior of the Chantry, you could hear the murmurs of the hundreds of voices that echoed. People were pressed in close and stood staring up at a raised stage. A plain wooden seat set atop the stage and sitting on it, was the Angel.

Dressed in a white shirt, barefoot; his feet not quite touching the floor, fingers clasped loosely on his lap, like a child sitting at his lessons. Though he wore no crown, his hair was white and rose up floating about his head, catching the sunlight in a nimbus.

Behind him, the shocking contrast. The outermost wall of the city lay open and presented a black continuous land. Eminence was the edge of the frontier beyond which no one could walk and live for long.

Jaemin had told you the Angel was young, but the light glowing behind him made it impossible to tell. You felt uneasy at the face of shadows crowned by light, surround darkness. You told yourself, that it was a deliberate effect, that the angel had aimed to make himself binding awe and mystery.

Then the angel shifted and light fell onto his features.

You gasped, but the sound drifted and lost its way into the cries of people pressed around you. Your breath was kicked out of you; the Angel was beautiful.

Even as you recall these memories, your seeking for another word, but are defeated, for there is no word made that can describe the solemn beauty of the Angel’s features. You were stunned.

Surely the others tasked with your mission would have mentioned this. And if so, why didn't they tell you? Then a second later you realise that the appearance of the Angel would not be thought important to adult agents searching for power and corruption. They would not see such incandescent beauty as power, for anyone seeing truly must know no corruption had ever touched that face. Here was goodness personified. Here was an Angel.

It made sense now, why they had chosen to send you instead. An adult would see a child in the Angel’s face and search for a manipulator. Indeed, you had been warned to search for the boy’s controlled. But you only saw beauty, so pure it could inflame those who looked upon it with a kind of madness of adoration; and in its midst, eyes with the sad wisdom of emotion.

You missed quite a lot of what he was saying that day due to your shock at his appearance, but you visited the Chantry every day from then on, with the rest of the citizens, listening to him say the same words over and over again. Before long, you knew them well enough to chant with him, as the rest did.

“There was a sickening of the spirit of heaven.” He began without preamble, voice sweet and low pitched, shaped to the story, so that his words became a sort of wind that breathed itself into you.

“Therefore, heaven separated this sickening spirit, lest it infect the rest, imprisoning it in a cage of flesh. Sent it upon the earth, the flesh which calls itself human-kind, multiplied, as is its nature. Far from what heaven had hoped, the spirit became further corrupted, wholly absorbed by its physical prison.”

His voice shaded into an implacable subtone. “In grace and infinite mercy, heaven sought to undo this binding of flesh to spirit. I am that spirit and that flesh sent to rid Plethora – to end the overmuch of flesh and spirit that clings to it and worships it.”

“These are the days of Plethora; the days of Eminence which you may prepare for the end of flesh. That the spirit in you will perish with the flesh in which you chose not to rise above. This is the judgement of heaven. I am the Angel, offering to those who seek it, a high path offering the choice to loosen your spirit from flesh so that when Plethora comes, it may fly.”

He asked who aspired to take the High path and a lot of people lifted their arms, streamed through doors to left and right at the front of the Chantry. After a few visits, you had learned those who were more sick and ailing and scared, stood right. The others gathered on the left.

You watched them go curiously, thinking to yourself that this High Path and the whole story of being an Angel, was a mixed belief of old religions. Your superiors had predicted it.

“The angel is using tried and true beliefs, but the it doesn't explain how he has amassed his power. Nor does it explain the weapons he has his followers collect. If it was only weapons, we could disarm them and let them be, but there is more to it than that and this Angel is the centre. That is where you come in, it seems the Angel is searching for someone to restore his condition.”

They meant this literally. The Angel lived amongst people who adored him, who devoted their entire life towards him, yet, he could not find someone to share his warmth and in turn grew colder each day. You were told he would play with the Children of Eminence. You learned how easy it was to get to him the first day you woke in the city, attendants of his asking who would like to visit the Angel. Ten were selected. It was a simple process, proving no difficulty, but that wasn't your goal. Initially you had planned to learn a little more about the High Path, advocated by the Angel.

You learnt that the meaning behind separating the spirit from flesh was literally that; people letting themselves be physically tortured. You learnt it the hard way, choosing to follow those people who ushered you to the left door in the Chantry. You knew there was a physical torture of some sort behind the door, having seen those who went in healthy come out battered and thin and pale, but still alive.

They are a nightmare to remember. Only glimpses can still be recalled through the erased memories. They were not able to wipe out everything, and the strongest details of pain remained; where you were swimming and swimming desperately in a vast of water, pushed by people prodding sticks to keep you from reaching the surface, until you could swim no more. You would sink, screaming for the end to come, breathing in the thickness of liquid. There would be agony, then unconsciousness. Then you would be revived and be tortured to undergo the same thing all over again.

Some died in this first process of the High Path, and the Angel praised them, claiming heaven had accepted their spirit before Plethora had fallen. Many went mad, the pain of drowning and reviving repetitively unable to keep the sane. You were on the verge of falling victim to the second stage; thinking it could not be any worse, when you were selected to visit the Angel.

Second Month Unable to refuse, you went with caution and a little excited flock of children, expecting rituals and brainwashing, or maybe some sort of sexual interference disguised as play, but all the Angel did was play with them. The children squealed and giggled, running in circles as he tickled them, crawled after them, growling and pretending to gobble them up. He laughed and told them stories of heaven, singing melodies and songs he had learnt. You hovered at the back, wondering how one who so obviously adored children could allow them to be tortured and guide them to their deaths.

As if he felt the intensity of your scrutiny, the Angel looked over the children’s heads, towards you. And in that moment, you learnt the truth behind love at first sight: a mingling of souls that surpass all sense, all words, all life. The first single look you exchanged left you weakened in a voracious longing. But the most shattering thing, was the awareness the Angel experienced the same amount of recognition and emotion.

You watched his lips part in the shape to form a word, perhaps a curse or prayer, then he beckoned you. The children parted, letting you pass as you moved to him as quickly as you could, unable to contain the string that seemed to be tugging from his direction.

“Welcome, my dearest love,” he whispered, taking your hand, “I was waiting for you.”

You were completely bewildered. You tried to open your mouth but nothing came out; the phrases you had prepared in order to fit in, could not form. Dearest love.

“I am Y/N.”

He smiled and it seemed to you there was something new in his face. “Yes.” He released one of your hands and reached out to stroke a finger along your cheek. “I am Jeno, and as an Angel, I am beyond saving. Yet how else shall my spirit transcend flesh at the end, except by its grace? Thus heaven swore that I would find Plethora in the face and flesh of a girl called Y/N. My name was given to me – Jeno – as I was told I would know its truest meaning only when I saw you, and with that pain that it would bring, my soul can be released.”

You swallowed hard, unable to process the stream of words amongst your panicking madness of gibberish about love and death. “I…I don't understand. Did you know I would come?”

“I knew you would come to stand before me today. I left you to freely wander through the city of Eminence where other agents before you were discarded of at once.”

“I…other agents?” you questioned, feeling your spine turn cold.

He sighed. “You are not the first to be sent from your city in fear of attack and conversion to Angel worshipping. The man who led you here still stands outside these walls, where even now, waits for you outside Eminence, his fear of losing you gnawing at him.”

You blinked, remembering the look on Jaemin’s face as he placed the gun in your hand.

“You have undergone the start to the High Path,” Jeno goes on. “You have seen all the city in your wanderings. You asked questions and received true answers. You know my name, my face, my voice. I know that you have yet to be touched by the Highest Path – but we shall find that path in one another, for only by love can the soul find its highest pain.”

You gave up your act of confusion. You were trained to accept and prepare for the inevitable death when the time would come. The fear of death mingled with his words of terrifying madness claimed of love. You let your emotions fuse into a shield, waiting for it to form a barrier that could not be broken.

“An opportunity will come, in that split second when you can act and alter the course of events. Miss it and you die.” Jaemin had warned you, showing you how to remain calm and watchful.

“What are you going to do with me?” you asked the Angel.

“First, I will show you what you have not been allowed to find,” he said, and with that, he led you out of the enclosed garden. The children trailed behind in a train as he brought you through the city to the silos where the weapons were kept. Ancient missiles which, when activated, would rain acid chemicals to poison the earth and sear the flesh.

“H-How did you find them?” you asked, frozen at the sight. There was enough to destroy all cities – Plethora.

“Heaven guided me,” Jeno said, his fingers lightly caressing your arm.

“Why?” you hesitated, but you knew. Had you not heard the words a dozen times? Watched him form the sentences from his lips? As if reading your mind, he said them once again.

“These are the Plethora days - the end days - in which the spirit will be guided to abandon the flesh in judgement of heaven.” He touched the missile gently as if it was an animal that may run. “In a sense, I am also an agent, sent from Heaven. Just as your Jaemin had given you that gun to summon aid, I have you. My one chance for redemption.”

He smiled and led you back to the garden. Strange though it seemed, the two of you sat and he held you, stroked your hair and whispered words of love into your ears. He went for a while to deliver his morning speech, but he returned immediately after. You didn’t bother to run or hide, because he was an Angel and you knew you were captured by love.

“Come with me,” he murmured, grasping your hand in his as he guided you down an empty street. The sun was setting now, glowing from behind your figures and casting a shadow over you.

Jeno led you to a small but neatly structured building. His place was far from your imagination. For some unknown reason, you had pictured a place full of light of both natural and artificial. A room full of white, perhaps a few paintings of what he claimed was heaven. So to come into a small building shrouded with colours of grey and black surprised you. He left the curtains drawn during the day, allowing no light to shine through and liven his home.

“Is this where you live?” you asked quietly, swaying the curtains slightly as you peeked through to see outside.

“Yes,” he replied, “Do you like it?”

It bought a strange comfort knowing that his place was different from what you expected, a strange sense of relief. The Angel was a being himself, not controlled, not programmed, but with his own thoughts, likes and dislikes.

“I do, it’s nice.” It wasn't something that could be explained; the thought process that ran through your mind when it occurred. You bought your hand to his arm, sliding it down to hold his hand. He turned to look at you, startled at your touch.

You squeezed his hand softly, feeling his fingers intertwine with yours. He doesn't seem to realise what his doing, focused only on your eyes, caught in them yet again, out of his depth.

Jeno blinked; suddenly he knew. He leaned in towards you, just a little. And you watched as his soft dark eyes close, bringing his lips in to touch yours. He leaned in further, sweeping your lips with his tongue and he felt his heart leap when you opened for him.

His hand cupped your chin and you let your face be guided. That too was right, as was the sudden tautness in your nipples. And his long fingers leaving your face, softly sweeping over your shoulder to enfold your breast - that was right, too, as it should be. And so was Jeno’s emphatic manhood, now thrusting upwards; that too was appropriate, perfect.

His breath caught at the feeling of soft fingers on his knee, tracing their way up his thigh. His hand swept over to your other breast, squeezed tenderly. His uncertainty vanished when you reopened your eyes. The look in them was ageless, assured. He could see yearning in them, too, a need not just for him, but for his approval, his acceptance of you as you. His breath caught again as you hand moved further, as if in confirmation, grasped at his cock. Your tongue met his, teased and played as your fingers rolled his balls between them.

He began to turn towards you, but the you were faster and he found himself pushed onto his back on the couch with you lying half on top of him. Your lips crushed his, your tongue probing deeper into his mouth. His hesitancy gone, he kissed back, his own hunger now open and clear.

Your fingers trailed lightly up and down the length of his manhood before returning to the tip, pulling it gently away from his body. You held it there for a moment, released it, began to roll his balls again. He had never been so hard, so aroused. His eyes closed as he focused on your light, deft touch.

You smiled to yourself, happy at his obvious pleasure.

You in her turn gasped softly as Jeno’s hand squeezed first one breast, then the other, lifting, weighing them, mounding them. His hands drifted, began to roll and pull your long nipples; you sighed at the sweet sensation flooding through your body. It was clear that the Angel, too, knew what pleased a partner. His patient, loving working of your nipples continued even as you shifted, moving to lie on your side, facing him. You shuddered, gave a slight cry as he lightly pinched a swollen nub, leaned down and began to tease it with the tip of his tongue. You felt your labia swell, sensed your dew on them, felt your clitoris ease out from under its hood, hard now, expectant.

Your hand moved from his balls to his cock. You slid a hand over it, up and down, thumbing its swollen head at the top of each stroke, giggled as it twitched in your hand. Squeezing harder, you began to drag the velvety skin back and forth over its iron core, slowly at first, then faster and still faster.

You gave a low moan as his hand moved down your body, caught along your pubic hair, pulled it gently. You could feel the air on your wet sex, moaned again as a long finger traced the length of your entrance.

You moaned again as the finger probed your opening up to the first knuckle, began to turn and twist within you. You could feel an orgasm building within you as his foreplay fanned a fire unfed for far too long.

You sensed that he too was very close.

You gave a strong push, rolling the Angel onto his back, his engorged organ swaying for a moment. With a soft chuckle, you straddled him, reached down and slowly guided yourself down onto his length. You paused for a moment, sitting upright, your eyes closed, allowing yourself to enjoy the feeling of being filled, happily stretched by Jeno’s manhood.

He layed still, his eyes sweeping back and forth between your eyes and your breasts. His hands rose up over your waist, fell to seize the tops of your hips. He smiled at the sight of your figure beginning to sway and rock on his cock.

Your eyes were closed and there was a happy smile on your face, one of pleasant concentration perhaps. The sun shone through your hair, rays reflecting against the bedsheets. With each roll of your hips, your soft breasts swayed, the ends of your hair drifting across his face and chest.

He slid his hands lightly over your thighs, came to rest on your bum. Your weight was on him and he couldn't move his hips. He found himself longing to pull you down, to crush your lips on his. His hands rose, hesitated.

Instead, he settled them on your waist, squeezed, pulling your body against his. Your skin was warm, soft, with toned, firm flesh underneath. His hands swept up to recapture your breasts, took your swollen nipples between thumb and forefinger, pulled gently, twisted.

You drifted in a wave of sensation as you rolled up and down on his cock. The taut rim of its crown pushing back and forth across your velvet lining fanned your arousal, each millimeter of motion like gasoline on a fire.

For the first time since you arrived, you were allowing yourself to be happy, to enjoy yourself without guilt. You began to give short cries as Jeno’s fingers gripped your nipples more firmly, pulled them and turned them.

You shifted, grabbed his wrists and leaned forward, pinning them to the armrest over his head. You could feel your nipples brush across his chest every time your hips drove torso down.

Jeno, for the first time in his experience, was not controlling anything. It was a strange thing for him -- exciting, but very different. Looking up at you, he could see that you’d caught your lower lip between your teeth. Your eyes were closed as you focused on the happy lust blooming within you.

His hands held against the sheet, he could do little but enjoy the sensation of you working yourself over and along his cock. After a moment, he bent his legs, pushing you further up his body. You opened your eyes, smiled at him briefly before changing your rolling to more of a plunging motion.

Your boobs swayed and swung as you bounced up and down; your soft buttocks slid up and down along his thighs.

He found that he could lean his head forward and almost reach... He pulled his feet in closer, raising his knees, pulling her closer still... and found his mouth could now reach your nipples when you came close enough. You gasped in surprise the first time and, still biting your lip, moaned in appreciation.

Jeno’s cock felt enormous to you. He could feel a fiery pressure building behind his balls.

You dropped all of your weight letting the intrusion into your pussy, letting yourself grind your pelvis against his. You went rigid for a moment, crying out at the explosion of joy, your orgasm possessing you, controlling you.

***

“Will you kill me so easily?” you whispered, unable to fall asleep with the silky sheets tucked around you.

And then you turned in your position, shifting to stare at him carefully in the dark – the only light provided by the natural moonlight shining between the gap of the open slit in the curtain. His expression lost as it seemed reality set back in. And then he wept, and you wept too. He reached out a pulled you into his arms. Surprised at the strength of his arm under your soft flesh. His hands trembled as they rested on your bare arms, and he leaned towards you and put his lips on yours.

“Flesh keeps our spirits apart,” he said, without taking his mouth away from you. “When Plethora comes, we will never be parted, not in all eternity.”

“But we won’t be ourselves in your heaven,” you shivered, the desire for him to kiss you again so powerful it felt like a knife poking at the edges of your heart.

“You’ll see.” he murmured bleakly, and you noticed the shadow of longing, the pain of parting, mirrored in his eyes, “it’ll be okay,” he said. And he kissed you again.

The two of you laid awake all night, he told you his coming to Plethora and the years of his rising to power. He explained to you the deaths of the agents - all self chosen as they challenged the road to the High Path. They had been converted he explained. You knew he was trying to convert you, and that in convincing you to accept death, he was fighting his love. In turn, you sought to win from his duty to heaven. Every minute that passed together seemed to make love seem brighter and more dangerously alluring.

Third Month The next day, or perhaps it was many days later, he showed you the maps that indicated the piles of missiles which had been set under all the cities; under yours. To destroy Plethora wasn’t enough for him. He showed you the room on the perimeter of Plethora, where the explosions and weapons would simultaneously be set off.

“This time, everything will go.”

“You’d kill all of those thousands of people after they survived the madness of world wars?” you asked, standing in the small machine dominated room

“I would free the souls left behind,” he said gently, “free them from fear and death and pain and sorrow,”

“And from love and beauty of the sort that only flesh would know?”

Again there was a flash of pain in his eye, and he stroked your cheek, then pointed to the back of your pants – the gun hidden underneath your clothing. “Why not summon him then? He will come here to save you will he not? He could kill me and save you.”

You thought there was a flare of hope in his eyes.

“Would you let him kill you?” you asked, knowing that there was an answer already known. The thought of Jeno dying bought heavy pains to your heart.

***

“You believed he was an Angel?” Jaemin asks, taking a moment to read through the words you had just written down. His eyes are filled with pain, disbelief and lack the warmth they held moments ago. He does not try to hide it anymore, unable to care if he knows how you feel.

“He was,” you say, “He came to bring Plethora. He fell in love, he trusted me.”

“Y-You loved him?” He turns around, letting himself stare out at the window as he braces himself

“I-I did.” you hesitate, wondering how many forms of pain your heart could go through without breaking for good.

“You killed him,” Jaemin states blankly, “You had to. He would have killed himself, killed you, and all of us. All the children and killed humanity out of love. You killed him so that we would survive.”

The flashes of pain and memory well up and spill out of you. Again you see his face, fused with radiance, for he would have walked the Highest Path of all in the moment of his death, knowing he failed because of his love for you. Again you feel the wind blow past your body, the explosion and flaring heat of flames as they coiled around you. The sound of Eminence dying was the sound of your undeniable regrets.

***

“Could you explain what happened?” The man asks, “I know its written here but…”

He stops talking, not wanting to force you into explaining something so visibly emotionally exhausting but desperate for the information.

“He showed me the control room, and when I had the chance, I went back to destroy it. I rewired it so that it would be blown up. I didnt realise the city would go with it. I thought it’d be only the room.”

“He might have lied when he said the control room was the only centre. The weapons could have been triggered some other way.”

You look at the wall, and when he realises it’s the end of the conversation, he leaves. He doesn’t believe Jeno was an Angel, convinced you had perhaps been manipulated – gone mad. He could not understand than an Angel is truth. Unfortunately you could not tell him any different. People see what they want to see. Jeno had said that.

“It was foreseen that it would come to this moment of balance,” Jeno had said, standing in the doorway of the control room. His eyes were on the weapon you held. Jaemin had handmade it, the handgun that had been carved with your initials, attached with a blooming light. Your hand trembled.

“You love me,” Jeno said.

You nodded weeping, “I do, but I have to stop you. I can’t let you destroy everything.”

“Only flesh, my love. Only the material world would die. I would never hurt you.” He was smiling because he was an Angel. And Angels are love and only know of love. He loved you, but he did not understand the nature of flesh, the need for it to survive - to love. “Come with me.” he said, his face exalted, “It’s not too late, even with all you have done. We can end it together.”

He reached for the lever which would bring destruction to the world before the control room could explode and sever Eminence from the other cities. But before he could, you triggered first. The gun that you had not once ever used finally triggered and a red flower landed on the Angel’s heart. He fell like a snowflake, as the city around you shook. His head landed in your lap and he smiled, lifting his fingers to your face.

“Too late,” he whispered, his hand falling back. “I failed heaven. I failed you, my love. We must part.”

“No,” you cried, but he was gone, flesh and spirit.

***

Survival is a disturbing topic. You were meant to follow him, for the journey of the High Path was started together. Yet you live and suffer. Perhaps the path is longer for you, a punishment for your betrayal.

The meaning behind his name only occurred to you long after your recovery. Jeno was an Angel, a King to his city. He was the strength of life, binding the souls and spirits of the citizens and guiding them to Heaven. And he was also strength in its scariest form – forcing you to put an end to the life of someone you cherished in the short 3 months you had.

#nct imagines #nct sceanrios #nct smut #nct dream #nct jeno #nct fanfics #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #summer collab #nct #lee jeno #jeno imagines

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almightyellie · 3 years

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I don’t think we’ve ever interacted before, but I love your blog and your presence on my dash is a most welcome one! now that’s out of the way, I saw the post you made about the boys being involved with stage productions and what not and raise you this;

Rami as the photographer bc that just fits his vibes and also; rami with a camera hanging round his neck 24/7 just ticks a box

Gwil as the writer because what else would the man be,,, gwil and literature is a pairing as tried and true as Romeo and Juliet. next-

Joe as the stage director bc his chaotic energy would just make things ten times more fun. bonus points if he has no idea what the production is about

I have absolutely no reasoning for this besides a feeling and I will accept no criticism but; Ben as set designer

(I’m dreadfully sorry for this awfully long and detailed message that you didn’t ask for but I love your blog and hope you have a good day okay thank you bye!)

ahhh hello!! i am always beyond pleased to interact with someone new ESPECIALLY when it comes with such great wisdom. i cannot possibly explain to you the joy that lit me up from the inside out at the very idea of rami as a photographer, it could genuinely make me cry if i thought about it for too long.

gwil as a writer makes me !!!!! i love it beyond all reason. like he just gives off the perfect writer vibe? coming home to him tapping away at a manuscript is a perfectly formed image in my mind

as someone who has had the pleasure of working with so many directors who 1) run purely off caffeine and gods will and 2) literally don’t care about what happens to a show at all, my heart is practically singing at the idea of joe as a stage director bc he would just!!! care so much!! but also would barely be able to keep it together at any given point in time! any theater where joe is running a show is just. an absolute madhouse but he’d be SO fun to work with

god. DAMN IT. i hadn’t even thought of set designers but why is that suddenly my new favorite thing?? can u just imagine taking ben literally anywhere and him being like hey do you think they’ll mind if i take a picture of their living room? and ur like?? honestly yes??

anyway this is my new favorite thing in the world and i will be daydreaming about these idiots desperately trying to balance each other out during what would be one of the most unbearably fun stage productions of all time. i love u so much for bringing this into my life i!! hope you have the most excellent day

#OH MY GOD #cant talk bc i’m too busy thinking about allllll of this #ellie answers #rogertaylorsangeleyes

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lesbiansirius · 7 years

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my fandom experience became so much better when i consciously decided WHO i create content for and WHY. i used to be incredibly anxious about creating content, because what if people think this is ooc? what if my fic is the kind of fic people make condescending posts about? what if no one wants this?

the thing is that if i’m making it, i want it, and that’s enough. don’t get me wrong, i still yearn for that sweet validation, but creating with that as the primary motivator wasn’t any fun for me. and fandom is supposed to be fun, actually.

fuck the people who make the mocking posts about fic, i don’t need their approval. fuck the hypothetical people who might disagree with my interpretations, headcanons or thought experiments. and the people who don’t want my content, which statistically will be an overwhelming majority, they can find something else or create their own. i don’t create for them.

life is too short to stress yourself out over your fun leisure activities. go forth and make the content you enjoy making, my friends. let your lights shine

#pixie updates #i was thinking abt this the other day #and started thinking abt it again now bc i was considering making a marauders thing #i like making lily the fourth marauder in place of peter #and it reminded me of ppl complaining abt 'peter erasure'#which is obvi an opinion you're entitled to #but i'm under no obligation to create the content those ppl want #anyway idk if anyone else has actually had this problem but i know i'm not the only anxious bitch in the world lol #SO ur welcome for my 'wisdom' lmao

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tomstanleyy · 4 years

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happy 1st (belated) birthday sweetener!!!!!!🥺🤩can’t lie this fic is my main source of happiness so just wanna day a big fat thank you to miss @keepingupwiththeparkers for that! i feel like i’m like this fics..... godmother.....? or something like that i dunno, either way i’m definitely waaay to invested in this story but sometimes it be like that😌😌 anyway, i just wanted to say some of my fave bits and/or chapters bc i mean....... godmother duties✌🏼 (the fact i have fully claimed the title as godmother of a fan fiction is flashing neon-light sign that i am too invested but idgaf x)

the mood board is so hella sexy so that’s fun

speaking of sexy…... barista!tom in the first chapter HELLO KIND SIR

never have i ever, i mean just FUCK OFF? MAYBE? i dunno? go awaY? it’s just like there first like interaction that ISNT at the cafe and it’s so perfecto!!!!!!! him moving her out the way with his hand on her back MMMmMmmMmM and then the weird tention between them with the game OH AND when he thinks she there bc she wants to get with haz and he’s lowkey pissed off;) ugh DIVINE KATIE

lmao chance encounters, BOY!!!!!!!! his mini panic in the door way jsjsks and then like the whole viBeS i dunno!!!!!! cute!!!!! OMG and when he’s staring at her and harrison kicks him!! NOooooo!!!!! n then tom pouring his tea away just so he can see her for a minute….. the softest boy eva. it’s not up for debate

the one at the library is just like….. a classic😍 OK yano the selfie tom put on his story with messy hair and grumpy face? ya i wanna see that pls thank you. she brings him coffee and they watch MEMEZ!!!!!!!!!!! i die :( and then THEY HOLD PINKES FOR FUCKS SAKE!!!! N THEN THE LITTLEST CUTEST KISS EVER byeee byeeeeee

Wishful Thinking and Words of Wisdom… yo the convo between haz and tom in this chapter is so important to me lmaooo like there banta and shit just makes me so happy bc there not prick there just…… Dumb Boys u no? OOoohH and ofc his sex dream about her which NEEDS to be brought up again!!!!! and then him trying not to look at that little bit of skin where the blanket had ridden down and trying not to look at her pants when she moved her leg in the carrrrr!!! and the cheek kiss jsjsj!! just too good and too much crying to be done over it

The Snap is like as they said “what got it all going” lmaoooo OKAY can i just say the fact she didn’t fucking explode when he replyed with THAT photo and ‘gorgeous x’ is a miracle imo🤷‍♀️

aw omgggg Look At Me Now…… SO CUTE🥺 like it all flowed so well (so do the other chapters but this had like quite a lot of dialogue in it i think and it was just like …. smooth af) toms lol scene in the bathroom is so fucking funny to me bc i love he and his thought prosess lmao and then the Holding Hands Dilemma hahahahahah AND THE RUDE MAN WHO DIDNT SAY THANK YOU!!!! the thought of them in there little outfits walking up to the bus stop holding hands is…… too much. and then……….. the kiss…… just……. THE kiss. where he moves her hair and her lips r all sparkly and just it’s so perfect and i cry

okaY…….. Hoodie and Hormones…… they🥺 it’s just like them being all drunk and cute and when she walks up to him and he goes all 😍🤤 and his pals are all oiiiiiii lmao and there kiss at the bar 😰 nah😰 and at the end where he gives her his hoodie and like has his hand on her hip under it :(((( stop i cannot :((((

i mean………. the nineteenth hole….. katie katie KATIE!! you went HARD (so did he👀) firstly, the golf bit is so nice like them chatting away and him looking at her bum and her touching his bum oop and then like OMG him putting his hand on the headrest when he reverses lmaooooo heee!!!........ and then like…… my life changed forever🙃🙃bc i still havent recovered tbf…… there’s too much to say bc it’s all my fave part!!!! he was just so like reassuring and like safe but also like S E X Y lmaooo

awakenings….. she was a lowkey stressful one phahaha but also high key cute and sexyyyy like they wake up spooning (him squashing her) mand after weewees they have more snuggles and then…… he goes down on her and like she’s in her sexy little pj set and it’s all too much lol…… but then he suddenly HaS tO gO hOmE!!!! n then she sees Kim’s instagram and that he’s with her and DUN DUN DUN……. gonna have to wait a fucking month and a half to find out what happens🥰🥰 (i’m joking ily)

*longest month and a half of my life over* QUESTIONS AND ANWSERS!!!!!!!!! okay this was a cutie tho :((( he got his hair cut which was sad but also not bc FFH PRESS HAIR HELLO!!!! they have a little smooch and then he has boner and then she’s like NOPE HOW MANY PEOPLE WAS UR DICK IN BEFORE IT WAS IN ME HUH? but yh i do love he had a semi while they where having a deep chat lmaoo but ALSO his soft Boy was showing when he was talking about that weird date and she was playing with his hands 😭😭leave me alone. cya. OMG n then sexy times…… this was very GOOD sexy times bc it had been a while for them lol…… n then the pizza man came and then she feel asleep on him and then i stop so i can sob xxxxx

oooh deja vu!!!!!!! she was a long boy but a very good boy also, tom being a brave soul in the library lmao and then the smut was like Legendury lmao bc they went on the floor OOH and when she had already come like twice and he flipped her over like ME NOW PLS!! it was just all in all a 100000/10 chapter rly

taste of freedom was when i feel like they got close close like THAT was when they knew they where gonna be like besties as well🥺like eating maccies in the car and then tom couldn’t come in bc he knew he would fall asleep and he had exams the next day. uwu. ooooop i loveee this smut lmao it’s just very good lol. the angles he be hitting at also where fun and spicey so ya OMG when he holds her legs down i just wanna screammmmnmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omg and then they have a lil nap and a cuddle :((( which was just too far and too painful for me

good vibes and good times….. she was a vibe wasn’t she (literally not even a bit funny)...... but yh like she’s pm sat on him on the sofa which is all snuggley n then smooches with his hand like in her hair and then his FACE when he finds It polite cat mode lmaoo and then he’s being a little shit when he won’t give it back to her!!!!! n then when they meet at the club they have a big hug and then they eat chips togther and she can’t stop looking at the little devil horns in his hair lnao mood tho

hOKAYY falling, falling is a cracker bc i risked my life to fights for toms blow job lmao ur welcome boy x but yes very nice kt although the phone call at the end was a bit 👀👀but they’re cool it’s all cool

erm clarity was just offensive lmao like THE SMUT was just RUDE and i’m still SAD about it quite frankly 😌 tom being all sweaty when they have the Chat and him wheeling across the floor lmao but then like the smut and him going down on her YO AND THEN ‘can i smack ur arse’ IM NOW ONE WITH THE CLOUDS!!!!! CYA!!!! aw okay but then the shower smooches and his CURLY HAIR and at the end chilling and talking about rugby when she’s playing with his hair😭noooooooooo

omg ok i just reread trial and error and Okay u KnOw i adore sleepy tom 🥺🥺 hes just so babie!!!!! her saying to him ‘early night for you then’ get the fuck out of here!!!!!!! and then the HELLO KISS I CRY!!!!! n then obvs like …. THE WHOLE SMUT YES PLS!! especially him being so comforting when she’s like not sure AND later when he’s like i’m sorry i’m tired and hungover and she’s like it’s okayyyyyy! *sobs* n then somone comes home and tom is going to explode lmao and then he like collapses her and she’s like help i can’t breathe :( and then he spoons her and has a little sleep,,,,,, it’s safe to say i’m very upset

katie….. you know my thoughts on the match but i swear i will never shut up about it lmao i’m so sorry…….. everything is so uwu like snuggle in the morning and then the sweetest sexy times EVA and then tom wanting to be invisible when her and haz are talking lmao that still cracks me up…….. and then like i take a break so i can go to the bathroom and cry 😭😭 bc babie got a booboo!!!!!!!&!& but fr ‘she’s my girlfriend’ just made me wanna yeet of a bridge stg AND THEN THE WAITING ROOM SCENE!! OFC!!!!! HELP?!?! n then the forehead kiss and then 🥺😍😍🥺🥺🥺😍🥺😍🥺😍🥺😭😭😭😭😍🥺

#im chatting from my arse as per #lol

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