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teddybeartoji · 30 days

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my last little thirst for you mickey <3

wolf! toji, that hunts down pretty little bunny! reader because he got the smallest whiff of your sweet scent and needed to track you down.

when he finally catches up to you, he pins you down into the forest ground, finally getting a chance to truly take in thay saccharine scent that he'sbeen practically fiending over. (he could've easily caught you in just a few minutes, but he can he say? he enjoys the hunt)

next thing you know- wolf! toji is biting into your nape while rapidly pounding into you, wanting to knot you, pump you full of his pups, and claim you as his own.

he still isn't finished, even after wolf! toji made sure that you were filled to the brim with his seed. He steadied himself over your pliant body and sprayed all over you, making sure every inch of your worn-out body was covered in his piss.

Now you were his- inside and out <3

OH WOLF!TOJI LOVES CHASING YOU DOWN SOOOO MUCH. IT GETS HIM GOING SO FUCKING FAST GRAY HOOLY FUCKING SHIT.

he's not even running or anything at first... he knows he's gonna catch you, he has your scent and he won't lose it; he let's you run and run, he's letting you tire yourself out. he loves seeing all riled up and panting, your eyes twitching ever-so-lightly when he finally finds you.

he loves to get you dirty, he loves to push you into the ground. he likes to see the smallest little scratches and the smallest little bruises that form under his rough hands. he licks at your neck with a mean grin as you shiver in his hold, and he loves to listen to your racing heartbeat. it's all just so, so much. it feels so fucking good.

he's gonna pump you full and he won't let you waste a drip of it. he's gonna plug you with his thick knot and he's gonna hold you to his chest as he does so. he takes in all of the sharp breaths and the little mewls that keep slipping from his tiny bunny. he hisses at the tightness, but he doesn't allow himself to get too distracted. he toys with your nipples and gently nips at your ear, determined to make you cum on his knot aswell.

you're so fucked out, eyes hidden in the back of your head and your tongue lolling out - he loves it. so fucking much. he loves the mess of it all. your slick is running down his heavy balls and your saliva trickles down your own chin. he presses a haste, sloppy kiss to your temple as he works you through your third orgasm.

"nasty little bunny, hm?"

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oneluckydragon · 1 month

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So I decided to spin the wheel by @onefey since I saw so many mutuals getting really cute PMD Teams.

Meet hero Lucky (Girafarig) and partner Biggs (Wimpod). Never in my life have I considered a Girafarig as my potential PMD-sona but here we are despite it all. Even though I was skeptical at first I am now in permanent love.

Gotta think of an Exploration Team name now... hm.

#tagging you per request onefey #what a fun little thing you did thanks for giving me an excuse to doodle #i'm enlightened now i'm a changed person #i've always been kinda “eh” about girafarig especially the shiny but now i think i might genuinely love them #also i'm very average height so the idea of evolving into something tall like farigiraf is hilarious to me #and wimpod... my beloved #i could not have gotten a better partner i love golisopod so much #to all my mutuals out there... if you're reading this i am alive but only barely #i have not forgotten you guys and i think about you daily despite disappearing off the face of the earth #been pushing myself to try and be online again but things have been rough #to anyone that has sent me discord messages that i haven't replied too--#--i promise i read them and they made me smile #i'll try to talk to you guys soon! <3

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tastesoftamriel · 3 months

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Hello! Just wanted to let you all know that I can see the inbox filling up with stuff re: the website. I see you and will respond very soon! I have a huge backlog of stuff to do for my PhD so I'll attend to things here in a couple of weeks (I have an important meeting coming up so I'm studying).

Anyway I have been bedridden with some horrible flu/covid/whatever god I've pissed off. Nonetheless I went out to a goth night yesterday and I think I'm getting old, my knees hurt from dancing in New Rocks. Hi the person behind Talviel is actually a goth. Pic for attention:

#I promise I haven't forgotten about this blog #Thank you for your patience!#Mod post #Also tell me I look cool #Surprise Talviel is a goth

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lady-harrowhark · 1 year

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Hello! I saw you mention that Pyrrha remembers pre-resurrection, and I totally missed that!! Do you have any theories as to why?

I have a few thoughts!

Just for context - because I didn't catch that on my first read either until I started going back through! - there are a few instances that seem to suggest Pyrrha remembers at least some of her life pre-Resurrection. Off the top of my head, I know there's one point where she refers to G1deon as G--, just like John does. Nona also says that Pyrrha calls her "Hairy Maclary", which is referring to a series of children's books by a New Zealand author. Here's a link to a picture and some info about Hairy Maclary... I can definitely understand why Pyrrha would call Nona that lol. This one's super interesting to me in that it's such a fantastic example of the way Tamsyn uses memes and references so skillfully! In the previous books, most of the references are fairly organic in that they're things that could conceivably be, you know, just things the characters say; the readers catch it (if they also know the reference! otherwise they're fairly unobtrusive) but the characters themselves aren't intentionally making a reference. This would be the things like "You can't just ask someone why they want to be a Lyctor" and "a hunger that only thumbs could satisfy," etc. The exception, though, is John. The "none Houses with left grief" particularly is SO fun from an exposition perspective (but if I start on that one I'll never stop), and then of course we have Commander Wake Me Up Inside. The implication here being that John remembers these specific things and is intentionally making those references within the context of the story. Pulling that same expository trick with Pyrrha sets them up as both remembering... at least to some degree. The hints that we get from Pyrrha are such that it's pretty unclear to what extent she remembers, leaving a lot of room for juicy speculation :)

I initially touched on it over on this post where I rambled about names, memory, and the Eightfold Word, but I'm copying over the Pyrrha-specific paragraph so that you don't have to dig for it:

When assisting with Harrow’s lobotomy, Ianthe tells her, “If you push your brain too hard, any surgery could simply heal over.” And in NtN, Pyrrha tells Palamedes, “You should be draining and replacing her fucking brain fluid... When Gideon and I designed that trial, I used to crack his skull and sieve it myself, just as a control variable... The only other people I put through that damn trial were Mercy and Cris, because only Cris didn’t mind being trepanned on the regular.” I don’t know exactly where the threshold is for pushing one’s brain too hard, but I suspect frequently draining and replacing one’s brain fluid is in that ballpark. Which is to say, it’s very possible that Mercy and Pyrrha (and potentially others) could have healed over from anything John had done to their brains.

Also, I don't know why this didn't occur to me as I was writing up that other post, but when Pyrrha's telling Palamedes about how dangerous their uhhhhh living arrangements are, and how they're risking brain damage... Pyrrha and G1deon were operating under somewhat similar circumstances for thousands of years. Cumulatively, it's possible that G1deon's brain was racking up damage that eventually eroded away whatever John had done. Another thought is that maybe the fact that G1deon died and Pyrrha didn't is at play here.

It could very well be less dramatic than that, though. We don't know much about how Lyctorhood impacts the brain, although to be completely fair, we also can't say for certain how a typical human brain would function after ten thousand years of runtime either. Our brains are constantly wiring new neural pathways and rewiring and revising old ones. After thousands of years, might we be reaching a Ship of Theseus situation with regard to the neural circuitry impacting pre-Res memories? Which is a fancy way of saying, "Maybe it wore off."

It could be all of the above, too. Assuming that Lyctor brains retain plasticity like we see in typical human brains (and I'm not letting myself think too hard on implications either way, because in sci-fi/fantasy make-believe land, neuroscience can be whatever you want it to be), we'd probably see that effect happening with the other Lyctors at roughly the same rate, but at least as far as we can tell (and that wording is intentional because I'm not taking anything off the table with this series), the others don't seem to remember. So that might be contributing, but not sufficient on its own. BUT perhaps ten thousand years of rewiring PLUS ten thousand years of cohabitation PLUS however long of being "trepanned on the regular" PLUS G1deon dying might override John's meddling.

We've still got so many open questions here regardless of what the specific mechanisms are. Like, I'd love to know when Pyrrha started to remember exactly. And did G1deon remember anything, then? It seems like he was Straight Up Not Having a Good Time so if he did remember, he might not have been relying on those memories much. Whatever's going on, I'm sure it's just as bonkers as the rest of the series!

#'in sci-fi/fantasy make-believe land neuroscience can be whatever you want it to be' i whisper repeatedly to myself #after spending like two hours this afternoon formatting datasets from the neuroscience lab i work in #nah but for real i have zero issue with that kinda stuff being. you know. fictional. i just need to not go down that rabbit hole lol #also sorry about sneaking a little bonus ramble about meme usage in there #believe it or not i had more about that but took it out because it wasn't directly relevant lol #also to the other anon that's sitting in my inbox: I PROMISE I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN #it's just... you opened a hefty can of worms and it's gonna take me a while lmao #ask #anonymous #tlt meta #pyrrha dve #nona the ninth spoilers #tlt #long post

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markcampbells · 10 days

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"Chris," Jim groaned, though he knew better than to argue and stayed lying flat. He recognized where he was now, the little cot in the depressing side room off the pharmacy counter vaccinations were typically done in. "I told him I've passed out after vaccines before, it's not like that was a surprise..." "It wasn't, but you know, you punched a hole in his ego. He was so sure you wouldn't pass out if it was him giving you the vaccine. You realize I'm going to have to hear him bitching about this for the next two weeks." Jim passes out at work after being given his annual flu shot. Bones is none too happy about it. (McKirk Week 2024, Day Four: Alternate Universe)

Hello hello, McKirk faithful! It's been a bit of a struggle, but I finally got something done for @mckirkevents' excellent and much-needed McKirk Week! Please enjoy this deeply silly short and sweet retail AU that is very much me writing what I once knew. Anyone who successfully guesses which chain I worked for wins one no prize. Anyone who knows me personally, enjoy playing a game of "which details did Trai pull from her own life."

#my writing #my fanfiction #mckirk #jim kirk #leonard mccoy #mckirk week 2024 #series: star trek #otp: i need you badly.#i'm genuinely so sorry mckirk fics have been so few and far between for me these past couple years everyone!#i really am trying but it's a hard go with fandoms that don't have much new content sighs #SNW got my brain going but i am also a hideous perfectionist and that is also part of it #but i promise i haven't forgotten them and i have endless WIPs. just. not always the energy or motivation #deeply unfortunately

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spaceratprodigy · 6 months

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✏ WIP Whenever ✏

Thank you for the tags @captastra @darkfire1177 @the-lastcall @hibernationsuit 💖💕

Haven't been working on too much personal art lately so not many new things to share

Have a lil sneaky peeky at these tiny sketches for the next few faith and max smoochy prompts in my ask box tho :]

open tag to anyone who wants to jump in!

#next week is gonna be great for faith and max enjoyers it looks like #just wanted to get a couple of these sketched out before I leave for the weekend #since they've been really nice (and much needed) stress relievers #I promise I haven't forgotten abt the other prompts in my ask box!!#I just have bigger ideas planned out for those and haven't had the time to work on them!!#but believe me I have been SO excited for when I can get back to them #they're literally all I think abt in terms of what I want to draw next!!#those and p&p au AND western au okay!! I have all the ideas planned out in my head but no time yet!!#2024 is gonna start off with some banger art fr fr #ily friends thank you for tagging me sorry I've been super slow getting around to everything #my mind has been all over the place and it's just that time of year ya'know #much love to y'all always <3 #my art #faith and max

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theflyindutchwoman · 6 months

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Omg you reblogged the second (first) date and it got me thinking about all the differences between that and the fancy date 🥺

The way they sat far apart on the first one but so close on the second that their legs were touching. How the awkwardness was gone and they were just so much more themselves 😭😭

The kiss.

I really love how they went to redo it and it ended up being so much more them.

Also, I wanna know who picked the restaurant. My heart wants to say Tim, because the idea that he made a point to take Lucy to “the most romantic restaurant in town” for their first date 😭😭😭 be still my heart

Okay that’s all. I just had feelings after seeing that gif set.

(I think about that scene all the time 😂 lives rent free in my brain)

I know! I still can't believe we got to see them on one date, let alone two… And the way those two dates bookended the episode was an amazing choice since they were so different, as you mentioned… Almost the complete opposite. The setting of the second date probably helped as well : they spent years eating together at food trucks so it felt familiar, they were dressed normally and that pressure to have everything run smoothly was basically gone. But it still managed to be romantic, with the fairy lights (it always reminded me of their dance), how close they were… His hand on her thigh!! How he didn't even bother chasing that guy because 'some things matter more'… Like kissing Lucy! The softness! Listen, the kiss in the bathroom is probably my favorite, but i love this one so much… It's so different, perfect for a first kiss… And the fact that Tim was the one to initiate it this time is fitting. He did so much better than that first peck at her apartment lmao. And he completed her checklist! And the grandkids!! I'm getting unhinged.

I'd also like to think that Tim was the one who picked the restaurant - for the same reason as you. The idea that he wanted to bring her to the most romantic restaurant because she deserves only the best, is so incredibly sweet. This is so far from his comfort zone, something she would know so best believe she would have appreciated the thought behind it.

And that montage at the beginning!! I love it so much. How nervous they were… So much so that Tim had to call Lucy. And all those callbacks with her dresses, retelling their story… That iconic green dress… The one from that infamous double date… And the one from Nyla's wedding… Lucy teasing him… Nevermind, I'm just going to rewatch that episode now!

#To all my other anons : I haven't forgotten you i promise... It's taken me longer but I'm getting there #little talks (with bestie)#chenford #the rookie #lucy chen #tim bradford

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ann-chovi · 2 years

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How do Serendipity and Lady Sneasler get along?

She want UP.

#answered ask #pokemon #johto sneasel #sneasel #sneasler #she wants to climb the tall mall goth like a tree #she just likes to be tall #serendipity #lady sneasler #YOU!#I'm still sitting on your other ask #i promise i haven't forgotten #it's just my next Big One #so it'll take a second

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bitsandbobsofwriting · 1 year

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How are you doing?

Your last post said you were really stressed for the move so I just wanted to make sure you haven't exploded-

Hello!!!

I have not exploded as of yet!!

I'm due to move in from the 30th, so only a couple weeks to go, and I'm so bloody excited!!!!!!! It'll be a lot of stress, as I haven't been able to take any time off work, but I have Thursdays and Sundays off and my partner has Saturdays and Sundays off. It might take us a couple weeks to fully settle, but I'm not under any pressure to leave ASAP and my partner's current lease doesn't end until June 31st, so we've got time.

I'm trying to get back into writing but I just have no motivation anymore😭 hopefully it'll come back eventually lol

#bbc merlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #send asks #send requests #asks #requests #merthur #love yall #promise i haven't forgotten about you

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muzzlemouths · 7 days

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i left for a few hours and came back to a bunch of Dead Mall Dare love?? hello??? 😭💕

#muzz mumbles #it makes me so happy that you guys still enjoy this au #I promise I haven't forgotten about it. quite the opposite #it is on my mind DAILY #and I'm more than halfway done with the next chapter already #thank you all for being so patient with meeeeee

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shivunin · 6 months

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FLORENCE! ✨✨✨✨

Ok, choose only one if it's too much but this list is cool and...

12. What a thing to admit for Elowen

And/or

48. Sweeter than heaven and harder than hell for Maria

Ahhh sorry this has taken so long! I've been fiddling with the last part for what feels like eons. As always, the second prompt will be in a separate post c:

(Florence + the Machine Prompts)

A Sudden Squall

(Cullen/Elowen Lavellan | 1,613 Words | No warnings)

Summary: An unexpected storm forces Cullen and the Inquisitor into close quarters.

“What a thing to admit that when someone looks at me with real love, I don't like it very much Kinda makes me feel like I'm being crushed.” —Florence + the Machine, “Girls Against God”

The rain came all at once, with no warning at all.

One moment, Lavellan and Cullen were sparring in the ring as usual and the next, sleet was pouring from the sky, frigid and grasping. When it first struck her, Elowen sucked in a breath and froze, but Cullen gathered himself more quickly. He reversed his hold on his sword hilt at once, snatched his mantle from the training ring fence, and towed her along behind him by the elbow. The closest shelter was the armory, and he ran there as quickly as possible, head bent against the stinging cold of the rain. The door was, of course, locked—as happened sometimes when inventory was being done.

“Maker’s b-breath,” he snapped, but the sleet was still pouring down, and the Inquisitor had begun to shiver. The path to the great hall would take too long—and though they might manage Herald’s Rest, the idea did not appeal. At least here there was a slight overhang here that they might huddle under; the worst of it would pass soon enough. He hoped.

“Here,” he said, hefting his already damp mantle over one arm and bracing it on the wall above her, “This should keep off the worst of it.”

It had seemed like a good idea—truly, it had. This was simply the most sensible way to shield them both from the worst of the frigid rain, and keeping the cloak close to their heads would help them retain any heat they generated. But.

But.

Cullen hadn’t bargained on how it would feel to lean so close to her, both of them soaked to the skin, her tunic plastered to her torso. Before he’d covered them both, he hadn’t imagined what it would be to feel her breath across his cheek, to see the way her eyes looked when they dropped to his mouth.

Maker—she couldn’t be thinking…but—what else could that expression mean?

“Elowen?” he said, her name slipping out despite himself, and her eyes drifted up to his.

“You called me by my name,” she whispered.

Her hand lifted, hesitated, touched the stubble along Cullen’s jaw. Her hands were like ice. The thought of her so cold ought to have worried him, but all he could think about was that she was touching him. Not for training, not to pass a report, but—for no other apparent reason than the desire to do so.

Cullen was drifting toward her before he decided to do it, drawn closer despite all knowledge that it was foolish, that it was wiser to keep a distance, that she might stop him at any moment. But she wasn’t stopping him; she was tilting her head to the side, shifting her grip on his jaw until she was cupping it, one thumb leisurely stroking an arc over his lower cheek. Was she—were they—he wanted—

As he shifted, the mantle shifted, too; it was only a little, but it was enough to send a wash of frigid, icy water right down his back. Cullen pulled back with a yelp, struggling to set the cloak right again, and by the time he’d corrected himself and hoisted it back into place she was looking away.

He couldn’t read her face; he wished desperately that he could read her face. What was she thinking? Was she wishing they hadn’t…? Was she wishing they had?

His thoughts were interrupted by the creak of a door, and an equally creaky voice.

“That you under there, Commander? Ey, it’s a mite chilly to be standing about, no? Come inside where it’s warm.”

Elowen had slid out from under the cloak almost before the woman stopped speaking, and she’d already darted inside by the time Cullen had slung the sodden cloak over one arm and sloshed in the direction of the door.

“Won’t tell no one about this, Commander,” the woman said in an undertone with a wink, “Keep it between ourselves, yeah? Old Mays knows how to keep her mouth shut, she does.”

“Ah—” Cullen began, then abruptly realized what she was actually saying. He would have flushed bright red if he hadn’t been freezing, but even so he barely mustered a fumbled “Ah—thank you,” before making his way into the room after Elowen.

The Inquisitor stood in front of the massive fire, hands outstretched, shuddering faintly. All of a sudden, he saw not the Inquisitor, slayer of dragons, doer of impossible deeds, but only a woman, cold and alone before a fire. It occurred to Cullen then that before this moment he’d never once seen her as small, though of course she was two heads shorter than he and built more like an archer than a swordsman. She was smaller—and yet, until now, she’d never seemed so to him.

As if she knew what he was thinking, Elowen turned her head and looked up at him.

“Determined to suffer the cold in silence, Cullen?” she said quietly, and he realized he’d just been staring at her, his cloak wetting whatever parts of him had remained dry until now.

Cullen dipped his head, cleared his throat, and drew closer. His cloak spread easily before the fire and began to steam faintly after a moment—a worrying sight for the fabric, but well enough for time being. He wrung out the hem of his tunic and stretched his hands before him, as she had. Heat returned in an uncomfortable tingle up both arms, and he flexed his fingers to disperse some of it.

Maker—he had to say something. That moment in the closeness of the cloak…

“About…what happened just now,” he began, and she looked up at him again. Her hazel eyes flickered with fire, the flames illuminating and shading her face by turns.

“I…can’t,” she said softly, and Cullen straightened.

How to apologize for overstepping—how to make things as they had been before—but she was already speaking again.

“Not yet,” she said, and the words took several seconds to penetrate the haze of panic he’d been collecting around himself.

“I’m…not ready,” she added. “But…I think I want to. Someday. If that’s…if you…”

“I do,” he said, before he could rein the words in. “That is—when you’re ready.”

She nodded once, biting her bottom lip faintly before turning back to the fire.

Neither of them spoke again, but he saw the smile curling her mouth whenever she glanced up at him. For the moment, that was enough.

He held his hands out to the fire and let himself smile into its warmth.

Someday—someday wasn’t never. If Cullen had learned one thing these past months, it was how to wait.

When Elowen reached her bedroom at last, she cast off her damp clothes and stood before her fire wrapped in the warm dressing robe Varric had gifted her months ago. It beat away some of the chill that had settled into her bones, but none of the comforts of her own space slowed the hammering of her heart.

It was as if, for just a moment, Cullen’s cloak had shielded them from her own fears as much as it had shielded them from the rain. For a moment, he had leaned close and she had wanted him, but the moment he’d looked away…

It was ridiculous to be scared of wanting him after everything else, but she was. The fear had tangled its cold hands in her lungs until she had been entirely unable to breathe. IWhat a relief it had been to make some space between them, to think again when he was not looking at her like he’d never wanted anything else. Now, in the warmth of her own room, she could draw the moment out and think about it again.

In the armory, his cheeks had been red with the cold, eyes fixed on hers; he had smiled when she’d told him someday. Cullen could be horribly impatient—she’d seen it herself—but she knew that he would not rush her in this. Whatever pressure she felt, it did not come from him.

What would it be like, to feel his face in her hands and know that she could go on touching him? What would it be like to feel his lips against hers?

It was absurd to be standing here in the middle of the night thinking about his eyes, his hands, the way he’d taken her arm and shielded her from the rain. It would be wisest to climb under the covers and get some rest. She would no doubt need it; tomorrow would be another busy day.

Elowen moved to the edge of the rug and sat down instead, pulling her dressing gown more tightly around her chest. She did not know how long she sat before the fire, palms outstretched. Light that she could not touch brushed over her hands, gold and red and warming every inch of her that had been cold for too long. She could not live forever torn between fear and wanting or she would lose herself entirely.

Yes. She wanted him, too. She admitted it to herself at last and sighed, closing her eyes in relief. Someday, she’d told him. Soon, she hoped. If she could get around the horrible weight in her chest—yes. Yes. She wanted him, just like he wanted her and she no longer wished to pretend otherwise.

When she finally uncrossed stiff legs and climbed into the bed, her hair had dried entirely. The fire went on crackling and glowing well into the night, long after she’d finally drifted off to sleep.

#elowen lavellan #inquisitor lavellan #cullen rutherford #cullavellan #cullen x lavellan #cullen x inquisitor #da fanfic #shivunin scrivening #i never found the painting that inspired this rip #oh well #also anon who sent me fic prompts if you are reading this i pinky promise i haven't forgotten those either!

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