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clumsyraccoon · 4 months
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Fishing
Kusakabe Atsuya x GN!reader
"You and Kusakabe decide to go on a little fishing trip to the sea."
Some fluff inspired by the lovely interaction I had a while back with an anonymous Kusakabe enjoyer <3 Anon, if you're still out there thank you for the sweet headcanons! ❤️
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TW: mention of fish death
It’s calm and quiet, like you both like it.
The sea is serene, lazy waves lulling you almost to sleep, the distant cries of the seagulls becoming a background noise, dangerously near to have the effect of those ASMR videos and put you in a good slumber. You try for the fourth time to understand the line of the book you’re reading, but with a sigh you admit defeat and put the bookmark between the pages before closing it.
Clear blue sky, gentle breeze. The perfect conditions for a Sunday fishing trip to the sea.
You take off your sunglasses while turning your head the other inhabitant of the boat: Kusakabe has been silent for a good hour now, gaze lost in the depths of the blue sea and trademark lollipop in mouth, while the line of his fishing rod moves in synchrony with the rhythm of the waves. You tilt your head, not sure about what is going on inside his own, but you keep your mouth shut and just admire him from your deck chair: he has abandoned his formal attire, a simple white t-shirt where there was his button-up shirt, and a pair of comfy sweatpants instead of his suit trousers. Even in the way he dresses, he is completely detached from his sorcerer persona: when fishing, he is no more Kusakabe Atsuya, Grade 1 Sorcerer and second-year teacher of Tokyo JuJutsu High. When fishing, he’s just a man enjoying his hobby.
Fishing has always been his way to wind down and relax, the perfect hobby for the kind of solitary man he is: he loves to venture to rivers or lakes and just be there, only him and the fishes (if he is lucky), patiently waiting for one to take the bait. No thoughts, head empty. Or too many thoughts and the urge to somehow release them. And as so precious as it is for him, very few are the people allowed to accompany him, and only every now and then: his old man, his sister and Takeru, you. The first time he shyly and hesitantly asked you, you almost felt guilty in saying yes, as if intruding in something so personal and important for him was something you weren’t allowed to. But he was the one asking, so the guilt was fast dissipated and you felt like the biggest honor has been bestowed upon you. He invited you to go fishing with him. He trusted you.
He has his usual spots, mostly hidden and unknown parts of rivers and lakes he has found over the years in his missions’ wanderings, places far away from the city where he can forget for a while the kind of world he lives in. First time, he took you to a lake up in the mountains, water so cold you thought it was impossible for any form of life to live there. Second time it was by a river, comfortably sit under a big tree on the bank, the soft breeze coming from it the perfect thing to cool down in that particularly hot summer day. For today, the both of you wanted to try something more audacious and ended up in that little rented boat out in the sea, a fresh new book for you and a brand new sets of colorful lures for him.
You focus again on the present and your gaze returns to him, shoulders slightly hunched, his broad back in full display, the perfectly fitting t-shirt doing his physique justice almost better than the shirt. He doesn’t move much and you start to worry a bit, torn between instinct to check on him and the fact that you know he needs those moments of complete detachment from the world. You decide for a middle ground, moving closer with your chair, just enough to make him feel your presence: you are there, near him, ready both if he ever needed something or if he wanted you to leave him be.
But it is not long before something starts to change: the fishing float trembles and with a plop! it goes underwater. Kusakabe immediately tenses, concentration completely devoted to the right moves he has to perform in order to have a successful catch. The fishing line is being tugged fiercely and the man at your side jumps up from his little plastic chair, sending it flying behind him. Your body reacts by reflex and tenses as well, you heart racing in your chest, apprehension taking over you as if you were the one fishing.
Kusakabe slowly yet steadily starts to move the fishing rod from left to right, in order to wear out whatever fish hooked itself on it. Enough strength to drag it around, but not too much or the line will snap.
Leeeeeeeeft and riiiiiiiiight
leeeeeeeeft and riiiiiiiiight
Almost hypnotized you follow his movements with your gaze, hands clenching your shorts. His forearm muscles so tense you can almost count the fibers and the veins. A single droplet of sweat rolls down the side of his face, eyebrows knitted in hyper-focus.
“C’mon, you motherfucker…” he murmurs through clenched teeth, that threaten to snap as well.
The intense battle between him and the fish continues for a while, struggle for catching against struggle for escaping, before Kusakabe suddenly jerks the fishing rod back and the biggest and most gorgeous tuna you’ve ever seen emerges form the salty waters. The time seems to freeze. Kusakabe’s wide eyes. The fish iridescent scales under the sun. Your hands pressed over your gaping mouth.
When the tuna lands on the boat with a loud thud and starts to squirm around, time starts to flow normally again and Kusakabe acts quick on instinct, quickly seizing and immobilizing the fish with both hands until it completely stops moving. Eyes still wide from surprise and emotion turn towards you “It’s...it’s a tuna...”
His face transforms and the biggest smile you have ever seen on him forms on his lips and reaches up to his eyes, face blazing with the light of the sheer joy he’s experiencing.
“IT’S A TUNA!”
His smile hits you in the best possible way, astounded by the fact you have never seen him smiling like that. Your heart seems to physically enlarge by the amount of love you’re feeling that exact moment: able to witness him like this, with no other preoccupation than to prepare the portable fridge with all the ice cubes in it, you feel blessed. This is his Domain, where he is the most comfortable, where he doesn’t have to fear for his life, and where you are now included as well.
Turning on his feet, he closes the short distance between the two of you and big, muscular arms, toned by years of katana training, sweep you up from your feet in a sudden motion like you weight nothing. Your arms find their way around his neck and you both giggle uncontrollably like idiots, his excitement and happiness being immediately mirrored by your own. Kusakabe swings you around a couple of times, before putting you back on the ground, his smile still shining bright.
One of his hands intertwine with yours and he gives you a peck on your forehead.
“I’ll treat us with some Torotaku-maki tonight”
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the-elf-draws · 2 years
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Asking for directions
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zephyrchama · 29 days
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(obey me!) moments where they fall in love with you all over again
---01
It’s dinner, and you’re talking about mundane things that happened during your day. You saw a cool bird, got some gum stuck on your shoe, and bought a new flavor of toothpaste to try. Everyone is listening intently. If only they would pay this much attention in class.
Lucifer knows the way his brothers look at you all too well. It’s a look full of respect, admiration, and fondness. It’s a look that’s often reflected on his own face when in your presence. At first he never really understood why you put up with his siblings, as the option to ignore them and be on your way was always there. Yet you continue to make time for them anyway. How unusual.
Moments like these where everyone is together and you don’t treat them as the Seven Rulers of Hell, you just treat them as your dear friends and family. That’s what makes Lucifer soft. He tries to imagine a long future of things staying just like this.
---02
Mammon’s hesitant to lend anybody money, even you. It takes a few minutes to butter him up and fluff his ego before he relents. At last, he hands you the crispest bill in his wallet. “Don’t spend it all in one place,” he kids, knowing full well he’d do just that if he was in your shoes.
He’s curious what you plan to buy. It never dawns on him that you have no intention of spending the cash. Half an hour later, he finds it on his desk. The exact same bill, now creased and folded neatly into an origami bird.
He picks it up to wiggle the little paper wings, entranced, then looks around frantically and catches your eye. A playful smile graces your face and tugs at his heartstrings.
---03
Leviathan is not typically one to make mistakes when it comes to anime. But even he’s not perfect.
He had it set in his mind that the new show premiered at 6:00pm, which left plenty of time to prepare the ultimate solo viewing party after school. He was humming quietly to himself when you walked over. “Isn’t your show starting soon?”
You specifically took an interest in his hobbies. You remembered that it started at 16:00 (four o’clock), not 6:00. Leviathan wondered, how could he make such a egregious mistake? You were the one who dashed back to the House of Lamentation at full speed by his side. When your human stamina started failing, he unconsciously picked you up so you’d both make it in time. You made it with two minutes to spare.
Sweaty and out of breath, still in uniform, you were able to watch the premiere together. It wasn’t until after credits rolled, you went elsewhere, and the live reactions on social media started calming down that Levi realized what a big deal this was to him. What a big deal you were to him.
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Satan wasn’t expecting you to be spacing out in his favorite armchair. He had plans to read in it that evening, and considered asking you politely to move. But the way the lamp light shines on your skin, the thoughtful expression on your face while pondering ideas unknown. The way your lips part ever so slightly and your eyes gaze off into nothing. It captivates him. You look like a painting. His breath gets caught in his throat, and in clearing it he manages to break your trance.
“Oh, hey. Welcome home, I didn’t realize you were there.”
You go to get out of the chair, but Satan insists you stay. It doesn’t look right without you anymore. He doesn’t feel right without you anymore.
---05
Asmodeus does not have wardrobe malfunctions often. His outfits are of the highest quality and a lot of care goes into putting them on. Still, things happen.
When his fans rush forward out of nowhere, sometimes they are successful in tearing his clothes. A fistful of shirt here, a mouthful of pants-leg there. Being in the center of a lust-fueled stampede can make even the most collected people lose their minds, but you are steadfast. You shout at the rabid demons, shaming them for their disrespect. You believe you can chase them off all on your own, not knowing that the Avatar of Lust behind you is exuding a killer aura and warning his fans to back off with a powerful glare.
As you sloppily stitch up what remains of his shirt so he can walk home without the incident repeating, Asmodeus is smiling from ear to ear. You’re so focused on genuinely helping that you don’t even notice the bedroom eyes he’s flashing. The scene of you waving your arms and trying to chase off a pack of demons as if they were stray pigeons is permanently ingrained in his memory. Just as your existence is ingrained in his soul.
---06
Beelzebub knows what he likes. He knows what will catch his interest and is pleasantly surprised when a new one crops up.
One thing he likes is you. Another is food. Both are in the cafeteria. He piles a tray high with carbs and goes looking for you at lunch time, finding you seated in the middle of a long table at the edge of the room. He calls your name.
It’s unexpected, the way you quickly swing your head up mid-bite. Your cheeks are full and noodles dangle from your mouth, sauce dripping back onto your plate. Your eyes light up as you look at him from below. It makes him stop in his tracks, causing several shorter demons to walk into him. Such a simple action, yet so profound. You hurriedly chew and offer him a seat while Beelzebub powers through his emotions. He takes a seat across from you to offer a napkin, wondering when he’ll see that face again.
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It’s late, far past everyone’s bedtime. Yet Belphegor forgot to tell you something during the day and decided now would be a great time. When you don’t respond to the quiet knocks at your door, he lets himself inside. Your sleeping figure looks too comforting to resist and he gets the brilliant idea to crawl into bed with you to whisper in your ear.
The problem is, as soon as he lifts the covers, you fart. It’s loud. You don’t move an inch, remaining fast asleep and ignorant of what just happened.
Belphegor freezes in his tracks to process it, but is soon doubled over on the futon laughing. The vibrations wake you. You sleepily open your eyes to see who is in hysterics and ask the obvious: “what?”
Belphegor is laughing too hard to tell you. He doesn’t want to tell you. It’s too priceless. You groggily smack him with a spare pillow and it makes him laugh harder. While he loves to look at you, that week it becomes difficult for him to meet your eyes without erupting into a fit of giggles.
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teamhangaround · 1 month
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Space steak
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saltpepperbeard · 1 year
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Vico Ortiz + Their Sword
(for @stedebonnets)
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noecoded · 16 days
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rlly such a romantic :3
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bluerosefox · 7 months
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Courting Chaos (to Balance)
A KlarionxDanny brain worm that has spawned
Tim Drake, aka Red Robin gets kidnapped suddenly and very randomly by Klarion in the middle of a JL and others meeting.
Leaving with a
"I'LL RETURN HIM WHEN HES NO LONGER USEFUL JUSTICE LOSERS!"
And fire and chaos in his wake.
While the JL, and others scramble to figure out what Klarion has planned this time, Tim manages to break free of whatever Klarion had used to kidnap him only to find himself on a couch and Klarion nervously petting Teekl on his lap while also sitting in a chair across from him.
When Tim goes to demand to know why Klarion kidnapped him Klarion finally speaks.
"Okay, I wanna strike a deal. I won't bug you or your little Young Just US buddies if you help me ask someone out..."
"...What the fuck Klarion?" Was Tim's only response.
-x-x-
So it turns out, every so often the three main entities and actual factions of Order, Chaos, and Balance get together to well discuss things happening in certain Realms, worlds, and timelines. Basicly to touch base, see where everyone was at. Etc etc.
Order was Order. Chaos was Chaos.
Very simple.
Both could be bad. To much order caused restraint and could snuff out growth. To much Chaos could get out of hand and cause ruin.
Both could be good. Order help stabilizes worlds and builds their future. Chaos allowed creativity to roam and brought forth wonderful things.
And Balance.
Well Balance was the very scales that kept both sides in check. They were neutral grounds. The ones that normally oversaw the meetings as well. And despite their low numbers they held powerful entities that more than made up for it.
Balance did their best to keep things in check, sure they do have their own preference sometimes and allowed the scales to tip a tiny bit but always corrected it later if it tips to much.
It was at this meeting, a meeting even Klarion knew better than to do anything too chaotic, pranks were fine but nothing too much, and had been chatting with a newcomer to the side of Chaos (Danielle, call me Ellie, Phantom. She did some heroing on the side but liked causing chaos in her wake to do so, he liked her so far though.) When the bells for the side of Balance to appear announced them.
Ellie had smiled brightly and said her brother was coming with his mentor, turns out her brother was apart of the Balance group which meant that he was strong, strong enough to need a mentor.
He watched as the members of Balance walked, teleported, flew, and other means into the meeting halls. And then froze when his eyes caught sight of him.
Floating next to a blue skined being that was switching ages was a beautiful otherworldly person.
Snow white hair that wisped upwards oh so softly. Glowing green eyes that were cat-like with their piercing glance. A galaxy cloak hanged around his shoulders and seemed to shift with each movement. Star like freckles decorated his face and seemed to glow a soft bluish white. A crown made of ice and aurora lights floated above his head as well.
All in all Klarion couldn't keep his eyes off of the being at all. He nearly spat his water out when Ellie commented that was her brother Danny, or rather.
High King of the Infinite Realms, Daniel 'Danny' Phantom. The Great One. Defeater of the Tyrant King. The Halfa. The Peaceful End. The Balance of the Undead. (And his mentor was the Ghost of Time itself. THE very Keeper of Time, Kronos original form himself.)
Klarion honestly didn't know what to think or rather what emotions he was feeling when he spotted Danny, nor why his face felt so hot and red when the young man looked over at them and smiled. (He was smiling at Ellie but Klarion for some reason hoped it was for him as well)
It wasn't until halfway in the meeting when a rather ingenious prank that Klarion, Ellie, and a few others had set up went off... thing was it strong enough that it had hit Danny's side of the meeting and had hit him.
Now, again pranks were okay but only after the meetings. It was one of the few rules many, even those in Chaos, took seriously because once it was done and over they could go do their things. So for it to happen in the middle of a meeting means someone set their time on the prank wrong and add the fact it hit a person on the Balance side...
Yeah not good.
Only...
Only instead of getting angry, even Clockwork who was seated next to Danny was chuckling, Danny threw his head back and laughed about it. And his laugh... was very cute.
And before he knew it, Klarion had already fallen.
-x-x-
"So yeah.... Since you have a boyfriend and know how to date in this modern age, I need your advice."
".... Klarion just because I'm dating Bernard doesn't mean I know how I did it..."
"Bernard? I thought you were dating that one Supes?"
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luckyjorabbit · 11 months
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Obsessed w Doffy’s sunglasses/googles combo so I had to draw somethin with it but then wani too <3
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landosjpg · 11 days
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Hey, I love your writing so much and have had an idea for a one shot for a while. I feel like it would be cute if reader kissed both moles on Lando’s face as a sign of good luck (before a race) or just in general. That’s as specific as I can get because I’m not that ✨creative✨ but if choose to write about it I will EAT. IT. UP. 🧡
it had started one random saturday evening when after a couple of bad race weekends, lando wasn’t exactly feeling in high spirits.
he was always last to get in the car, chatting around with his engineers. but that day, he wasn’t in the mood for all that, so he just stood by your side, arm around your waist as he went over his notes about the track.
his body tensed when he heard will, his engineer, nervously coughing. that was his cue to get ready.
lando sighed, not looking forward the qualifying session ahead of him. the track didn’t exactly suit the mclaren, so he wasn’t expecting much from that weekend again.
you softly smiled at him as he put his earplugs on, the usual grin that adorned his lips was gone; he wasn’t someone who would hide his emotions, but seeing him so apathetic made you worry. usually you would just mouth a “good luck” and flash him your brightest smile before he put his helmet on, but not this time.
you softly tapped his shoulder, making him turn to look at you. your hands cradled his face before you got in your tip toes, his gaze fixed on yours.
“good luck, baby,” you mumbled, closing the distance between the two of you to place a gentle kiss to the beauty marks on each side of your face. god, how you loved them. “you’re gonna do great, i have a feeling.”
that was the first time you saw his smile for the first time since that thursday; the gesture warming your heart. he leaned down to peck your mouth, a whispered “i love you” against your lips.
call it a coincidence, maybe it was pure luck or perhaps he had found enough motivation in your little gesture to put the car in the front row. but after that day, as superstitious as he was, lando always asked for a kiss on each side of his face right before sliding his balaclava on.
it was silly, but it became your little ritual before every session. and when his results weren’t as good, he would justify it as you “not kissing the exact spot”, which made you giggle each and every time.
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u3pxx · 1 year
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⚖️☀️🌻 we always hear about propaganda from the fans... but how about from the characters? luckily interviewer, anita knough, is here to ask our lovely ace attorney cast!
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little comic for this poll from @theyrebasicallycanonpoll !!! (no being toxic to em! we're here to just have fun oki!!)
you heard the aa cast!!!! now go vote nrmt go go go!!!
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Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamour in pink Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky~
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Inspired from This post of @just-dol-headshots and this ask from @hakusins. Don't worry I'm still aiming for your ass Haku-Dean :) References and something under the cut
We all have to agree Bully Robin should have some softer and caring sides. When there's only them two and no one else is around to judge, he can let loose and slip back into that kinda of "Original Robin" we know and I love. I mean, that's what JDOLH made that got me into these swap messes from the beginning jsjkhskjhd you knowww the HUG!!
Reference: Barbie Girl (Aqua) and this cute ecchi Clamp Chobit piece
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All in all I'm a pink bietch and Dollya won't be losing her V-card anytime soon that I can promise so hang in there okay mr.Bully.
edit: OMG THIS IS MY 1000TH POST TTOTT)) JKSDJLASKJKDLA
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SELF-INDULGENT HERE WE GO
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originalartblog · 9 months
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Tiny skk adventures!
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when you're a big guy, chances of getting trapped in a glass tube are a lot lower than when you're just a tiny lad.
Thankfully they're both very forgiving.
(don't worry, Chuuya tended to those cuts)
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turtleblogatlast · 3 months
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Leo getting hit with a truth curse but instead of forcing him to admit to super sad or worrying things it’s things like “it was me who broke the remote” “I saw Mikey prank Donnie and helped hide it because it’s way funnier if he didn’t know who it was” “I rip my clothes to look more like Raph’s because he’s really cool” “my stripes aren’t even red they’re pink!”
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt leo#rise leo#plot twist he COULD be admitting angsty stuff but he’s pushing the less oof truths forward instead on purpose#raph: hey leo what do you want for dinner#leo: *about to bare his soul on all his internal torment but pivots* I’m afraid of snakes#(no but fr Leo’s stripes being technically more pink instead of red is cute ngl)#(a very reddish pink to the point that in certain lighting it looks red but at the base they’re p pink)#(i also am very fond of the idea that Leo doesn’t just have questionable taste in fashion he also just loves Raph a lot and looks up to him)#but yeah I think that something like this would be 99% Leo admitting to unimportant things or admitting to how much he values everyone#like they all KNOW Leo loves them and he’s talked them up enough for them to know but it’s different when he’s like#‘I just wanna read my comics with you guys around - it’s my favorite place to be’#or again just random bs that doesn’t REALLY have a lot of weight like#‘I like using my portals to prank random people around the world’#‘I’m worried about being a bad influence on hueso jr’#‘sometimes I kinda wanna see hypno’s plans succeed’#‘it’s been way too long since I found this out and honestly it’s embarrassing but I actually don’t have a di-‘#SORRY COULDNT HELP MYSELF#(<-but did u know that that pink rather than red observation actually ties into this headcanon as well if u know about red eared sliders)
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eggsdrawings · 3 months
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he’s my best friend! best of all best friends!
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kittarts · 3 months
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Would you ever consider doing a clothing swap for Cor and Wybie? Or having Cor design him an outfit and Wybie design her a tattoo?
I would, I’ve had artoftravesuras outfit swap dolls bookmarked to consider drawing for ages!
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edkerberos · 11 months
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playing with proportions/shapes of them! very fun :-) tiny doodle below :-)
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i love the many iterations and interpretations of sniperspy, but one of my personal favorites is if spy's the one who falls for sniper! i think it's very adorable for spy's character.
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