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puttingthekininkings · 2 years

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“Sammy” by kingofglyswing

age regressor!sam winchester x caregiver/daddy!Dean winchester

no negative comments or I’ll cry, spelling/grammar corrections are okay though. don’t read it if you don’t like it. Enjoy!

(mentions of gender identity/exploring gender identity, Sammy wears a skirt, Sammy uses he/him pronouns, mentions of eating and having trouble eating [due to regressed age and size of food], Sammy calls dean daddy, Sammy slips into baby space, Sammy wears a diaper, discussions of gender identity)

It was around six o’clock in the evening that Sammy heard the motel door open, pulling his attention away from whatever kids’ show was playing on cable.

His hunter instincts prevented the 19 year old boy from running to jump into his daddy’s arms until he saw that it was, in fact, his daddy.

Once he was sure it was dean, though, he slipped right back and ran to tackle him in a hug. “Daddy!” he yelled excitedly.

“Hi, baby!” Dean said back, just as excitedly. He loved coming home to find that his little one was happy and little. “Ya miss me?” he asked as he scooped his baby up.

“Mm-hmm,” Sammy nodded enthusiastically. “Missed you this much daddy,” he said, stretching his arms out wide.

“Oh, I missed you just as much, baby. If not more.” He walked over to the bed in front of the TV and sat Sammy down, much to Sammy’s disappointment.

“Wan’ daddy,” Sammy whined.

“I know, baby, but aren’t you hungry?” Sammy nodded. “Good, I’ll make us dinner then.”

“I help?” Sammy asked.

“As long as you follow daddy’s directions, honey. I don’t want to have to clean up a big mess instead of cuddling you, you little hug-monster,” he joked, kissing Sammy’s cheek all over, making him giggle.

“Daddy stop, it tickles!” Dean stopped, much to Sammy’s relief, and fixed the pink skirt that Sam was wearing that had ridden up while he squirmed away from the kisses.

“Oh, that’s my favorite skirt of yours, Sammy,” Dean said. “So do I have my little boy today or my little girl? Or are you just my little one?” he asked with a genuine smile.

Not long after Sam revealed to dean that he age regressed, he also revealed that sometimes he was very feminine when he regressed. Both Sam and Dean enjoyed when Sam was daddy’s little girl, but Sam had problem presenting feminine when he was big.

He and Dean been working on that, trying to help Sam feel comfortable as he was, and they did this by helping sam be feminine when he was little and less guarded. Sam and Dean had had the discussion of sam’s pronouns, and sam said he wasn’t sure yet. He decided that he/him would still be good to use unless sam specified otherwise, at least until he had explored himself more and made a more definitive decision.

“Umm…I don’t know,” Sammy said. “Can’t decide.”

“Well, did you pick out your clothes while thinking about that?” Sammy nodded. “Okay, baby, that’s good. That helps us communicate. So you’re wearing a pink skirt and a dark blue sweater. Did you want to be both my little girl and my little boy?”

Sammy shrugged, feeling himself slipping more. “Just wan’ be dada’s,” he pouted.

“Aw, you’re always gonna be mine, Sammy.” He ran his fingers through Sammy’s hair, enjoying the way Sammy relaxed completely into it. “How about this, baby? You tell me everything you’re thinking, and if it’s too much we don’t have to decide. That sound good?”

Sammy nodded, slipping out of his regression ever so slightly. “I wanna feel pretty, but not too cutesy. I don’t wanna wear pigtails or anyfing, but I like my skirt. I like my sweater too, cuz it’s big and warm and smells like daddy and it’s blue.

“I think I feel like a boy, but I just wanna be pretty,” Sammy decided.

Dean smiled at him. “That’s good, baby, you did good.” Sammy smiled and blushed at the praise. “Let me know if it doesn’t feel right, okay?” Sammy nodded. “Okay, let’s go make dinner.”

Dean picked Sammy up and placed him on his hip. Sammy laid his head on his daddy’s shoulder and put his thumb is his mouth as they walked over to the kitchenette and Dean pulled out a pot.

“Whatcha want for dinner, baby?” Dean asked, already knowing what he would say.

“Mac n cheese,” Sam slurred around his thumb.

“Baby, don’t suck your thumb. It’s got germies, remember? Do you want your paci instead?”

Sammy nodded, and Dean walked them over to the nightstand, where the green paci was sitting. He made sure there was no dirt or anything on it, and pressed it to Sammy’s lips, who took it in eagerly.

“Better?” he asked. Sam smiled and nodded.

They went about making dinner with surprisingly minimal difficulty. Sam poured the pasta in the water when it was ready, and Dean let him stir the mix a little after the butter had mostly melted.

Dean separated the food into two bowls, and microwaved two hot dogs to cut up and put in there too. Once it was all ready, he passed Sammy his bowl and walked them over to the bed in front of the tv.

Sammy curled up into deans side, and gave his paci a few last bobs before he reluctantly took it out to eat. Dean chuckled at the action and put an arm around Sammy.

“Want me to feed you, bub?” Dean asked.

“I got it,” Sammy said.

They both watched the kids show that was playing, Sesame Street, while they ate. Sammy had some trouble with his hot dogs bits, and dean ended up feeding him, having already finished his own food.

He figured out the issue was that the hot dog bits were too big for Sammy, so he cut bits of them off before feeding the bits to Sammy. The action made Sammy feel much much smaller, and he was almost slipping into baby space by the time he finished his food.

“All good, sweetie?” Dean asked Sammy once he rejoined him on the bed. Sammy nodded and lifted his head up to lay it in deans lap.

Dean ran his fingers through Sammy’s hair again, which had Sammy asleep in less than two minutes.

Dean was content to stay like that all night long, but he had to work in the morning so he needed to get to bed eventually too. He let Sammy sleep for about an hour, then woke him up to get him properly ready for bed.

Waking Sammy up was always a struggle if he fell asleep while he was little. Dean pressed kisses to his head, temple, and cheek while quietly calling his name.

Sammy finally was woken up when Dean picked him up and put him in his lap, rubbing his hands up and down his back. He was a little upset at being woken up, but he was to little to vocalize any other way than the fussiness of a baby.

He whined and tears pricked his eyes before he felt the gentle kisses and soothing sound of deans voice, low in his ear.

“Let’s get your pajamas on,” Dean said.

He did as such, finding it a little challenging since Sammy wasn’t lifting up when he asked.

Eventually, he got Sammy’s short sleeve, pants less onesie on him, his diaper only barely sticking out the edges.

He brushed Sammy’s teeth for him without much problem, and didn’t worry about making him go potty since he was wearing a diaper.

Once he got Sammy tucked into bed and curled up around him, Sammy facing his chest, Sammy started fussing again.

“What is it, baby?” Dean asked, falsely hoping for a verbal response.

Sammy didn’t talk though, whined more and starting tearing up. Dean went through a mental checklist of the nighttime routine, and realized he forgot two things:

A bedtime bottle for Sammy, and his pacifier once that bottle was gone.

“Oh, I’m sorry, love bug, I forgot your bottle. I’ll be right back with that, okay?”

Sammy may have nodded, but he was too worked up for dean to tell. He kissed his forehead, and went to get the bottle.

He was back soon, like he’d said, with a warm bottle and a paci in his hands. He sat up in the bed with Sammy cradled in his arms, and began feeding him the bottle.

Sammy calmed down immediately, enjoying the soothe of deans voice and his words. “Yeah, there you go, baby, all better. Daddy’s got you, honey, it’s okay. Good boy, taking the bottle so well. You’re daddy’s precious little thing, aren’t you?”

Sammy curled his hand around one of deans fingers, and Dean cooed at him more. “Aw, you cute little baby. So tiny for daddy, huh? Today a hard day without me, honey?”

Sammy definitely nodded that time, and Dean smiled as he sat Sammy up to burp him.

Once Sammy was ready, Dean laid him back down and put the paci back in his mouth. This time dean was lying in his back with Sammy lying on his chest.

“Goodnight, Sammy. I love you,” Dean said, pressing a kiss to his head.

Sammy pushed his face further into deans chest for just a second, and Dean got the message.

Goodnight, Daddy. Love you more.

Let me know if the text is purple cuz I have my tumblr on the rave color setting and it’s all purple to me. Also let me know if I should make more parts of this. Please give me attention <3

#king writes #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #samdean #age regression #spn agere #age regressor!sam winchester #caregiver!Dean winchester #sam and dean #mine #my writing #kingofglyswing

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kookoofufu · 4 months

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I love Oda but man is INSANE for not making the timeskip more relevant to the straw hats outside of power ups

Brook: Literally a rockstar??? There should have been a running gag where people ask Brook for his autograph at every island they visit! It would be so funny if some villains were starstruck fans trying to keep it together during a fight!

Sanji: It would have been great if the newkama recipes came up more than once. There could have been a gag where Sanji stops in the middle of a battle to literally cook a power up for the crew. Imagine this man dicing onions in Onigashima, force-feeding Zoro a stew during his fight with King

Robin: She worked under Dragon for two years, met Sabo and Koala and maybe Ivankov, she probably knows the Army's entire plan to take down the gov and yet it never comes up! Does she know about Kuma? Nika? The five elders? Does she secretly communicate with the Rev Army????

Zoro: I love the idea of Perona teaching Zoro about fashion. It wouldn't have plot relevance but imagine him busting out some fashion tips out of nowhere every so often.

I'd love to hear more ideas, the missed opportunities here haunt me.

Edit: link to ongoing collection of headcanons since some people only see the first four ideas

#one piece #straw hat pirates #sanji #nico robin #roronoa zoro #op meta #post timeskip #soul king brook #op spoilers #write up

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zylev-blog · 1 month

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Danny: Hell didn’t want me when I died, and heaven cast me out. So now I’m stuck in between on this little place called Earth. Sometimes I like to think it’s my own personal hell, but who am I to judge?

Tim, who was on day 5 of being awake: have you tried to fight god?

Danny: oh, I did, and I won. But the bastard is manipulative and decided that I wasn’t allowed in heaven because of pure spite.

Tim: interesting. Do you still want to fight gods?

Danny: depends. Me and Hades are under a truce, and Zeus kicked me out of Olympus. Sometimes I thought about fighting with Wonder Woman to get a rise from Zeus, but Hippolyta told me I wouldn’t be invited for dinner if I messed with her daughter, sooo….

Tim, pulling out his phone: cool, cool, so his name is darkseid, and he’s an asshole

Danny: say no more

#dp x dc #dp x dc au #dp x dc writing prompt #dp dc crossover #dp x dc fanfic #dp x dc prompt #danny phantom #danny phantom crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp crossover #dpxdc prompts #dpxdc #dcxdp #danny is so done #danny is a god #ghost king danny phantom #ghost king danny #danny fenton

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chloesimaginationthings · 1 month

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This is basically Michael in FNAF Sister location,,

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rustchild · 8 months

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desperately craving weird surrealist arthurania. Knights with no faces wandering through the mists. Seams between Christian and pre-Christian Britain gaping like open wounds. Beafts and visions. Maybe a monk. Maybe the monk is gay

#This post brought to you by remembering that The Green Knight exists #and longing to live in the alternate universe where it launched a whole genre of high quality queer indie arthurania retellings #craving themes of guilt honor repression wildness etc etc #bonus points if it includes critique of the whole divine right of kings English empire imaginary that can accompany Arthur retellings #I would write it myself but alas! I have no brain #Mine

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bluerosefox · 9 days

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It's shenanigans time guys

So have this DpxDc idea.

So, the Justice League and the Light (OR villains in general) have two newish members, they've both been around for about a year and they're from the same plane of existence (a place called the Infinite Realms according to those who dabble in the occult)

And the two seem to have some serious beef with each other.

Wisp and Wrath are basicly feral cats hissing and hekles raised when they spot the other and their fights normally ends in draws. They're evenly matched and sometimes the two even fight to the point they are out of steam and just fist fight.

Needless to say everyone believes they totally hate each other and might one day kill (or end?) One of them.

So everything gets turned upside down when suddenly both factions of heros and villains are suddenly summoned to the Infinite Realms.

In a throne room.

In front of the Infinite King (or most commonly known as the Ghost King)

A King who looks very, very much like Wisp and Wrath (like yeah the two do sometimes look alike, like when they grin with sharp teeth and their hair color, but one has blue skin and red eyes for crying out loud!)

He's staring at them, glowing green eyes that seemed to just... know.

"Welcome to the Infinite Realms. I am King Phantom." His voice echoing in the throne room and seemed to rattle them deeply, like a sudden chill in the early morning.

"I have summoned you all here for a single reason." He continued to say "Tell me..."

Here he paused, closed his eyes before leaning back on the chair then he smiled big and cheerfully asked.

"How are my kids doing in your world? Dan and Ellie arent causing too much chaos in their wake are they? They tend to go a tiny bit overboard sometimes but what siblings don't when they rough house you know. Tell me everything."

#danny phantom #danny fenton #crossover #dp x dc #blue rambles #danny phantom dc #writing ideas #random idea #dpxdc #dani phantom #danielle fenton #dan fenton #dan phantom #Danny is Dan and Ellie's dad in this one #ghost king danny #prince Dan #princess dani #One is Wisp and the other is Wrath #one is with heroes while the other is with villains #and they fight each other when given the chance #everyone thinks they HATE each other #but theyre just being Realm Siblings #meaning they go rough in their playing #who is who is up to you and whose on what side #Danny's been King for a while btw #he also knows which side his kids are on #he doesnt care as long as they dont cause world ending stuff #to much paperwork for the Realms #Danny summoned the two factions for a parent teacher conference tbh #he wants to know how his kids are fairing in their world

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zuzu-draws · 5 months

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Just a pair of friendly sorcerers out on a stroll~

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #uraume #jjk sukuna #jjk uraume #true form sukuna #og sukuna #heian era #king of curses #fan art #my art #jjk art #sukuna when he's not out terrorising villagers and sorcerers: I eat drink and sleep #oh and maybe he likes to read stuff? write poetry? too? but today he's gonna sleep like a lazy cat instead #Food tastes better when you're eating it with another person #so i HC Sukuna doesn't mind having Uraume eating along with him #:')

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deadsetobsessions · 3 months

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Danny laid across his throne, legs planted across the left arm of the ornate chair and back pressed uncomfortably against the right.

"Listen," Danny started, letting his head flop to the side as he glared at a hovering Observant. "This meeting has wasted enough of my time. You all have been arguing for hours and that's without Clockwork slowing things down."

"Your Majesty, this is a matter of great importance. Belial means to overthrow and rule my-our world!"

"I am distinctly aware aware of that," Ancients, Danny couldn't wait to go home and rid himself of the formal speech he'd had to adopt in order to be taken seriously. Well, as seriously as he cared to be taken when sprawled across his throne instead of sitting on it intimidatingly or something. He slowly placed his gaze on the suddenly still demon sitting across from him. "Yet you've proposed fifteen different plans that were all unviable for whatever reasons you've cooked up. Your conclusion is that I must step in. Does your world not have heroes to take care of it?"

The demon- another lord of hell from this Belial’s universe- fell silent.

“Ah. But if they do, they would also take care of you.”

“No- no, that’s not-”

Danny allowed his voice to drop to the artic freeze he knew his core was capable of. "I opened these these doors to allow all of you to present me with reasonable concerns regarding your own universes and realms. What is not on the table for discussion is your petty politics. Do you think I am unaware of your intentions in tattling to me? That I do not know you are trying to use me to further your own position?"

"Your Majesty, I-" The demon growled out, fear slowly coating its expression.

"It no longer amuses me. You think that I am young and easy to manipulate." Danny froze the demon to its chair. It tried to break free, but Danny isn't the High King of the Infinite Realms for nothing. "Bring to me a miserable problem like this ever again, one that could be easily solved if you used even a smidgen of your intelligence, and you will find exactly how I tore Pariah Dark from his throne."

Not that Danny knew how he did it either, he just did it.

"Yes, Your Majesty. My-my apologies."

The room is dead (Danny patted himself on the back for the pun) silent. Some of the Ancients looked bored, like Clockwork who knew Danny would never hurt them, but everyone else looked close to crying. He held eye contact with the demon until it looked away.

When Danny settled back into the throne and allowed his ice to dissipate, the room let out a collective sigh of relief.

"The next item on the agenda is another demon, by the name of Trigon." Clockwork announced, the large piece of paper comically huge next to his currently toddler-like body.

"Another?"

He flicked an amused look at the previous demon, who kept his trap firmly shut.

"He is attempting to take over multiple worlds in an attempt to conquer the universe. I had thought you would be interested in this one, Your Majesty, as he plans to begin with Earth 135."

Danny stilled. That was his Earth. His haunt.

"Does he know of the Realms?"

"Vaguely, I believe."

"Then he should know the rules. I will wait to see if my Earth's heroes are capable to step to the task."

Danny would be a hypocrite if he doesn’t let the heroes of his Earth try first, even if he is one of those heroes.

"Of course," Clockwork grinned at him, fully aware of the shit Danny's about to stir back home. Ah, the wonders of being able to influence the time stream. Perhaps the young Ghost King will finally get some friends, and maybe get those pesky speedsters to stop making his jobs so hard. Cujo yipped at Danny as the King begrudgingly moved onto the next topic.

——

Raven shuddered as she watched the footage of her "brothers" laughing while steering their human "meatbags" around. She turned back to the giant circle of donated blood and herb filled candles.

“This is a nuclear option, don’t you think?” Green Arrow mumbled, clearly not against it by the half hearted way he’d said it. The Star City billionaire nursed his cracked ribs.

“No,” she floated over to where Zatanna and Constantine kneeled, trying to see if they needed help with the inscriptions. “Trigon is coming soon, and my brothers will no doubt find their way here in a moment. We are out of time.”

“Yeah. Plus, we don’t want Raven to be turned into a portal.” Garfield piped up, switching animal forms rapidly.

“No one dies.” Red Robin muttered. His wrist computer was open, monitoring the surroundings of the open field they found themselves uneasily occupying. Batman grunted in affirmation, eyeing the tree line. Every hero except the magical ones were on look out, preparing themselves for one more battle against the two demons that were trying to take Raven and force her into becoming a portal.

“Hey guys, we might want to hurrythisupbecausethey’re kind of close!” Impulse slammed into the room.

“Done.” Zatanna got up, motioning for everyone to step back. In Superman’s case, he floated back.

“Too bad you won’t get to use it,” a voice drawled, dripping with malice and the screams of a thousand souls.

“Come now, little sister. Why fight fate? Be grateful father has deigned to spare you. If not for your dirty blood being useful, you would be dead, little sister. Give up, before our patience runs out alongside the lives of your little pets.” Another, mocking, voice gleefully rumbled.

Raven would rather gouge out her own heart than to claim these two as any type of family.

“You won’t touch them.” Raven snarled, powers rising even as the marks on her body burned a painful red.

“Buy us some time!”

With that, the group of beaten and battered heroes rose to clash against just two demons, for a chance to save their world.

——

The Circle crackled. Danny felt a tug on his core. He followed the thread of the summoning. Oh. It was his haunt. Earth 135. Hm. It tasted of blood. Desperation? A hint of anticipation. Oh, an overload of fear. Could use some more hope, but Danny understood that it was rather hard to season these kinds of summonings with hope.

“Stop.” Danny commanded, straightening in his chair.

“Sire, we have more-”

“There is an issue with my haunt,” with that, he followed the summons.

——

“Ugh,” was the first thing everybody on the frozen battlefield heard. The demons had smacked away many of the heroes, but they all turned as one when the circle lit up a bright green. “Why do you people always use blood? I’m dead, I don’t need any more iron!”

A boy

Raven’s eldest brother let out a hideous rumble. “You fools tried to summon the king, and you got a dead boy. And now, you’ve doomed another.”

Constantine looked resigned, and regretful. “I am so, so sorry,” he whispered. It was just a kid. John might be a lot of things, but even he found summoning dead kids for demons to devour was just a step too far. “Shite, we got the wrong fucking-”

“Hey, man, that’s rude,” the boy snapped back, waving John off.

“Brother, kill the whelp.”

“I vote on not killing the whelp. Not killing at all, really,” the boy stepped out of the massive blood circle, wrinkling his nose at the drying stains.

“This is not one of your pesky democracies, fool.”

In response, the demons lunged at him, ignoring the screams of the surrounding heroes as they shoved their human arms through the boy’s stomach.

“So,” the boy continues, “I heard your dad was after my haunt?”

“Your haunt, whelp? This earth shall be his! And through him, ours!” Raven slammed against the demons with her power, shadows enlarging and tossing them away from the unharmed… ghost boy?

“Is it?”

——

Wow, these demons are so rude. Normally, it’d be a breath of fresh air compared to the stuffy halls of his throne room. But since they’re attacking his haunt…

“Thanks. You’re… Raven, right?”

Raven nodded, arms outstretched in concentration as she held her brothers back.

“You have to go. We’re- we’re sorry you got pulled into this, but it’s not safe here.”

“Eh. It’s cool. You don’t have to do that anymore, by the way.” Danny stepped forward once more, green skin shifting and gliding as everything about him sharpened. He flew at the demons piloting the human shells, catching them around the necks and dragging the demons out of their stolen bodies. The threw them even further away as he floated in the air, a beacon of green and white. Raven thought it looked like hope.

“My name is Phantom, the High King of the Infinite Realms,” let it be known that Danny always had an eye for dramatic entrances. He shifted into something more off, more eldritch, more kingly. The crown flared to life above his head. “You have invaded my haunt. You have challenged me. What do you plead?”

“You’re not-” they said.

“Wrong answer,” Danny flew at them once more, body contorting into something undeniably terrorizing, his maw unhinging and crunching down on the demons with a sound that made the present heroes cringe.

“Ugh,” Danny grunted, turning back and floating peacefully to the group of heroes- Tucker and Sam would be so stoked he met Wonder Woman and Batman!- and chewed rapidly. He shifted back into his normal form. “Eating demons always leaves me with indigestion. And their bones get everywhere up in my teeth!” Danny pulled out a giant femur looking bone from his mouth, despite it not logically fitting in there.

“Right. No eating demons, solid life advice.” Red Robin said.

“Right? So, you’re Raven! It’s nice to meet you! Think you can summon your dear ol’ dad for me?”

“But we summoned you to stop Trigon, not help him come here.” Superman said, frowning.

“One! That summoning circle is wack. Those things you piled up as offerings? Mid. Also, if you thought you could control me with those terribly written spells, you’re dead wrong. And yes, I am making puns about death.” Danny jabs an aggressive finger towards the shabby circle.

“Have you considered that maybe not every being that can be summoned wants a shit ton of useless blood? Like what if I wanted food? And two, how am I supposed to beat up Trigon if he’s still stuck in the prison realm?”

“I have a cup of coffee,” Nightwing offered. “Kid Flash could probably get you food, right?”

“Yep, surethinganythingyouwantyourMajesty.”

“You wouldn’t catch me alive accepting food from a speedster. You people fuck up the timelines so much,” Danny grumbled, crunching on the last of Raven’s brothers. Raven thought she should probably sit down.

“But you’re dead.” Batman said, something about his voice catching the sharp attention of his protégés who all started making cutting motions at him.

“Fair,” Danny pointed at him, grinning. “I’ll take two pizza and Nightwing’s coffee as payment for taking care of your little demon overlord problem. Raven, summon your dad.”

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Didn’t much like the characterization of this piece but it’s been in my drafts for a while and I needed it out

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