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spacebubblehomebase · 8 days

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Not art this time but...

Headcanon: Lucifer visits Earth every decade or so as a part of his job as the ruler of Hell. He does it to learn about new sins as "subtly" as he could.

Lucifer: What is ray-sings-sims? Raising-sims? Raisins? Rain-Race-sin? R-Racisms? YES! That! Is it the one where people hate on the opposite sex for absolutely no reason even though humans were all made of the same cosmic dust?

Black woman: (Looking amused at the most stereotypical rich white guy she's ever met asking about sexism and racism.)

Lucifer: Yeah. This cocaine thing is doing nothing for me. I don't really get it, but this is a sin too. So marking that off the list! Thanks for letting me have a go at this, uh, Mr. Dealer? That's your last name, right? Oh man. I'm really bad at remembering names, but have this as a token of my appreciation. (Gives him a thousand dollars which is basically worth even more at the time.)

Drug dealer: (Gobsmacked the guy was still able to keep walking after practically inhaling every drug in existence back then.)

Lucifer: So this, um, cult thing? How did it get assigned to our department again? It sounds just like what Heaven does to me. Huh. Ah well. I guess I'll just roll with it like everyone else here. (Shrugs.) Yay, cult! Sooo do I get to keep the robe? It's kinda comfy- Aw wait there's murder? One died a-and another... Oh... OH... Ooooh boy. Oof. Yikes... So this means I can DEFINITELY keep the robe, right?

Lucifer: Ah yes. Burning the witch. Time to list down all the sorry souls who threw their life into the flame by believing in the occult arts. (Lists down everyone in the crowd who burned said "witch.") And as for Ms. Agnes The Witch here... Hmm. Well, that's for Heaven to worry about! Toodles~! Or, uh, Tickety-Boo!

(Needless to say, dear Luci has been an accidental charmer back on Earth. ^v^ Specially to sinners and people who were just unjustly treated during those times. He just had to see what every sin was for himself and try them out from time to time, but he didn't know he's been perceived as acting with the manners and traditions he gathered from the LAST decade he was on Earth so to everyone who's long gone pass those times, he comes off as a polite old-school rich white man. Naive yet surprisingly non-judgemental.)

-Bubbly💙

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seldompathic · 27 days

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Blurry

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic art #tw blood #cw blood #EYYYY it's digital now >:))#I liked that doodle a lot so I had to go absolutely bat shit with it

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sk3tch404 · 4 days

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Late Night Hanma Blurb

A/n: Thought abt this during an itty-bitty road trip today. Smoker Hanma does smth to the chemicals in my brain. Forgive me for any lengthy bad writing. I've had a long day and I just wanna yip yap about one of my fav crazies 🙇

CW: Hanma can give two shits about your lung health but chooses not to when he feels like it, intimidation, threats of forced drug usage, sometimes forced participation in violent activities, thoughts of lovers suicide/murder(?), and whatever other yappin I put in here.

Hanma who smokes a fuck ton and doesn't mind giving you the good ol' second-hand effects of it, but absolutely detests you doing it on your own.

He snatches the stick from your mouth and holds it up and away from you with a small grit in his teeth. Hanma glares down in some curiosity but clearly squints in irritation.

"The hell is this? Don't tell me I'm being a bad influence on you now. If I catch you with one of these again, I won't let you off the hook so easily. You got it, Y/n?"

When you retort, telling him it's no different from when he does it and it is your own choice whether he likes it or not, he merely scoffs with a tilt of his narrow head. Throwing down the cigarette, the sound of his sneaker stomping and scraping it out against the pavement echos through the air with an annoying presence. Shuji demands the rest of your stash with a looming stare that can only put you into a state of sinking discimfort.

"Come on, don't be stubborn. Ya know, if you wanna do it so bad, why don't you try the whole pack? Mine too since it's a shitload better than that cheap stuff."

Reluctant on suffocation and early lung cancer, you begrudgingly hand over your smokes to him. Hanma smacks down on the box with an evidently loud shot of noise and slides it out of your palm. He pockets it with a stretched smile as he leans down towards you.

"See, now it ain't so hard to listen."

He's still ticked off by the fact you think you can do whatever to your body without his permission, but since Shuji is so generous, he'll let you learn from your mistakes. See, he can be nice.

Don't test him though. Next time you're caught defying his selfish wishes, he's beating you down with degrading language and probably also beating whoever was involved. The convenience store employee that sold you the cigs, vape, or maybe even chewing tobacco? Yeah he's taking out his held back frustration on them. Bro is jumping over the counter and tearing their shit up.

Avoiding him because of his brutal and honest-to-God psychopathic personality? Now that's just cruel. Shuji is dragging your ass by the back of your shirt and pushes you to his motorcycle. The leopard print on the back of the bike makes you wanna barf every time you see it, but you got to keep it down if you wanna have enough energy to deal with him. He'll take you out no matter where you are at in that point of time and make you remember who he is; who you think you're messing with.

"Y/n, how many times do I have to tell you? Aim for the nose. That's easy for amateurs like you. Actually, lemme show you how to really deliver a jaw breaker-"

Yeah, he'll show you just how bad it can get with some random thugs on the street. You should be grateful with how gentle he's treating you. Instead of ending up with facial fractures, you have nice dates and thoughtful gifts. He's even teaching you a few tricks. How lucky can you get?

"I'm all done. Shit, I'm starved. Let's go grab a bite to eat, kay?"

Hanma thinks the only way you'll ever keep paying attention to him is if he keeps you and your actions in line. If you go off doing your own thing, his usually unmoving heart can't just stand there and watch you slowly leave him. Despite the negativity be brings into your life, he actually gets really fuckin anxious when he doesn't know or understand what you're doing. It's so troublesome how you make him feel. Yeah, being bored as shit is bad, but seeing you, the only thing that could ever bring him down to his knees unwillingly, slip away with nothing but disdain for him? Fuck no. He won't accept it. Shuji would rather kill you and then himself than have to bear the strange feeling of pain, or what other people call heartbreak, by his lonesome self.

Should he ever say he loves you, that would be the point of no return for the both of you. His hands have you tight in his clutches. No way out, no way back in for anyone else.

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fyepertine · 17 days

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Demon at the Temple

#dol #degrees of lewdity #artists on tumblr #dol comics #dol fanart #dol sydney #sydney the fallen #dol pc #mallory the rapier #eyyyy it’s sudden shift in genre time #basically in mallory’s story sydney had met him once before in a dream #in the dream he was in his demonic harpy transformation and he was holding The Spear #and burning a building I guess #I know I know romantic am I right #so when sydney met mallory for the first time (as human) sydney had been scared #but then they became friends #and then as they became lovers and sydney became corrupt #mallory went to the island to get the spear #and came back turned into a demon #but ya know sydney isn’t scared this time because he knew mallory now #the dream was still a psychological horror though #(all of this plotting is only because it took me a long time to get sydney to love my pc in-game LMAO)

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fagkermit · 4 months

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Im so fucking sick erughhh

#but thats when the best art comes out eyyyy!!!#also a old i believe dead joke sorry guys..#eddsworld #eddsworld fanart #edd ew #matt ew #tom ew #tord ew #mini tangent i dont know how to spell that word tangint tyngent?? whatt...#im trying soo hard to get my style how i want and its FINALLY working #like theres so many doodle just behind the scenes of me just desperately trying to work out a balance so its not forced #and this is actually very close to what i want!! and it was supperrrr comfortable to draw and fun so yayayayay now onto figuring out color #coloring* (hell)

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renabe4life · 7 months

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what if fair game but... ineffable >:)))

#fair game #qrow branwen #clover ebi #qrow x clover #rwby #renabe #good omens au #eyyyy been wanting to finish this one since catching up on good omens back in august asldkfhh #it needed to be done #i need to draw the gomens lads too tho fr i love them so much

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banana-zim · 7 months

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#i dont recall if i ever posted these so eyyyy have at it #dib membrane #invader zim #my art

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veliseraptor · 6 months

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Redux | The Untamed

Summary:

Xiao Xingchen met his future boyfriend in an alley by a dumpster, semi-conscious and covered in blood. Xue Yang crashes into Xiao Xingchen's life with all the subtlety of a meteor and changes everything just as fast. And sometimes it almost feels like he's done this before. Maybe it's a do-over. Or maybe history is just repeating itself.

Notes:

I love Yi City reincarnation AUs. I'm extremely weak to them. It was probably inevitable that I'd feel the need to write my own eventually, and also probably inevitable that it would turn long. I was going to wait to start posting this until it was finished, because that would be the disciplined and responsible thing to do, but then it was taking forever, and I wanted instant gratification, and it seemed like kind of a shame to just have several thousand words languishing on my hard drive unread. So! Here I am. I'll be posting one chapter per month in the hopes that six months will give me plenty of lead time to write more. With thanks to @ameliarating for her tireless editing work, and @silvysartfulness for enabling.

#xuexiao #xue yang #xiao xingchen #a wild fic appeared #the sad queer cultivators show #eyyyy new fic what's this #i mean. i've had this written for a loooong time so actually old fic but

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queeniecamps · 9 months

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played oregon trail again as the main 5 and david was the ONLY survivor

#in order it gwen > nikki > neil > max #but eyyyy he had like 300$ left by the end of it so??#camp camp #queenie draws

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epiclamer · 1 year

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Melting part 8 pretty please? 😳 Your writing is amazing!!!

Yaaaaay this series is back baby!!!!

@hstoria @ajiansaa @letthebodyfall @equestrianwritingsstuff @i-am-overly-complicated @deadwhisper @sufferfictionalcharacters @wolfeyedwitch @kurocantcommunicate @extrabitterbrain

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 9

Melting Pt. 8

Sidekick didn’t force Villain to talk at all on their way home, at first, Villain had to admit that they were a bit skeptical. Hero suddenly disappears and Sidekick is overly nice and invites them back to their house?

It seemed too good to be true.

It must’ve been.

Yet, Villain kept to the sidekick’s right hand side as they let themselves be led to the others apartment. Maybe it was hope, maybe the villain longed so desperately for kindness that they let it blind them to reality.

As dangerous and real the threat could’ve been, Villain hardly let the thought occupy their mind.

Sidekick’s hand squeezed their own as they walked, sidekick being the only one who was actually putting any effort into the gesture, even though Villain absolutely adored it. They couldn’t show it. They couldn’t show any weak emotions that would set their guard down again.

Villain hated the way their own heart practically set them up for heartbreak.

It was cruel, a cruel double ended knife that always ended with the villain hurting. Villain couldn’t win; but they could pretend.

They could pretend that right now, Sidekick was holding their hand and leading them home because they loved them, they felt a spark with them, they were so much as slightly attracted to them. Not because their superior was waiting to ridicule and handcuff them or because they were lustful and Villain was easy prey.

For just this instance, Villain could pretend everything was okay.

“We’re here.”

The villain looked up from the pavement at their feet, eyes falling on a quaint looking townhouse that held many bustling people about. Sidekick led them specifically to door 105 where they passed through a freshly mowed front lawn before making it to the entrance.

Sidekick pulled out their ring of keys as they fumbled with finding the correct one for their front door and Villain would never admit how cold their empty hand felt. When it finally clicked and they pushed the door open, Sidekick hesitated, turning to face Villain before they entered.

“You know, if you don’t want to do this we don’t have to. I mean, I’m not going to force you to come inside. I just thought you looked like you needed some cheering up, maybe I can help with that?” They we’re so hopeful it made Villains heart ache. They wanted to just jump into Sidekicks arms and start thanking them. Everything they did seemed to give Villains heart a new life, a new reason to beat, a fresh start.

Thankfully, Villain still had some little decorum left. Clearing their throat before they spoke to hide their previous breakdown. “What are you going to do to me?”

Sidekick chuckled at the formality. “This isn’t a kidnapping and torture session, Villain.”

Oh, right.

“I just wanted to get you back on your feet. A bath, some warm home cooked food, maybe a movie if you can stand me enough to stay and watch.” Sidekick took a step inside, leaving room for Villain to pass them if they pleased, and gave the criminal somewhat of a hopeful glance, but didn’t say any more as they waited patiently.

Villain thought about it. Well, not really. They had made up their mind when Sidekick had first mentioned it being their choice. Home was dirty and wrecked, here could be a fresh start. Of course, they couldn’t forget about the risks, but they could push them aside and step forwards.

So they did.

Not making eye contact with Sidekick as they passed them and into the small entryway, but considerate enough to slip their shoes and coat off and place them neatly at the front door. Sidekick doing the same, just slightly quicker as they began turning on lights.

Villain didn’t want to talk, so they didn’t speak as Sidekick led them around the house, sliding around on the hardwood floors with their socks which made Villain giggle. They would have to get Sidekick to teach them how to balance like that later.

“-and this is the kitchen! That’s about all! I know it’s small, but you can only afford so much on a sidekick wage.” That surprised Villain, they thought heroes were all paid fairly, seemingly not so.

“Do you have any questions?”

The villain looked up from the ground, fiddling with their fingers out of pure nervous energy. The house wasn’t some evil torture dungeon nor was Hero waiting for them at any turn. This could be a new chapter, Villain couldn’t screw it up.

So they settled on only asking one question. “Why are you doing this?”

Sidekick huffed, shaking their arms out at their side as they slipped their hands into their pockets. Whatever confident front they had put on earlier was gone now and Villain had never seen them look so vulnerable.

“Because Hero hurt me too. And no one was there for me. I intend to change that with you.”

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alister312 · 7 months

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baby i got fankid fever

specifically my favorite Christophe ships fankids so here is the latest: damstophe daughter 👀 her name is Bia and she’s ✨a menace✨

#read that first line to the tune of pac-man fever to accurately get a feel for my mental state #also eyyyy experimenting up w my style to a simpler approach yayy also bia looks so cute in it 🥰 maybe I’ll draw her more idk #south park #sp damstophe #christophe delorne #gregory of yardale #kenny mccormick #sp next gen

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olgalenski · 4 months

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"Sie haben Ihren Kindern das Leben gestohlen, ist Ihnen das klar?"

Polizeiruf 110 - Nur Gespenster (2023)

#polizeiruf 110 #polizeiruf rostock #ich gestern beim gucken: alright diese festnehmszene wird ein gif cooli #ich heute aufm weg nach Hause: eyyyy ich hab noch genug essen ich kann bis morgen mit einkaufen warten und das gifset früher machen #beim nochmal gucken hatte ich dann kurz das problem nur 2 gifs zu haben und dann das problem 7 zu haben #ich brauch aber 5 #weil damals mein allererstes gifste 5 hatte #und was bin ich wenn nicht ein gewohnheitstier #anyway die szene wo evelyn jessica vor ihrem Haus sieht ne #es is so offensichtlich henrik mit Perücke es war super krass #aber halt auch nur wenn man darauf achtet #was ich gestern definitiv nicht gemacht habe #bin auch bissi überfordert davon dass ich hier keine Helligkeit anpassen muss???? fühlt sich falsch an naja #anja does stuff with photopea

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blackjackkent · 19 days

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Tiefling party time!

I really do feel like we could have cleaned up the giant blood sigil left from Rakha's reign of terror before inviting guests over, but what do I know?

Rakha is definitely REALLY nervous about this whole situation. She remembers when Alfira came and what happened to her, and this is way more guests now. The beast is stirring irritably in her brain at the flood of relative strangers and she knows, all too well, that she is capable of slipping tonight just as she did then.

So she keeps to herself, at least at first, which is how she ends up on the beach at the edge of camp with Wyll.

She didn't entirely mean to follow him, at least not consciously... but she's aware that she feels the strain in her head relax when she realizes he's there. Somewhere along the line, of all the members of their little band, he became the point where she feels the most at ease - he answers her questions without judgment. He has guided her first fumbling attempts to stand against the beast's hunger.

Even her trust in Lae'zel, firm as it is, does not quite bring the same sense of... comfort.

For a little while, she stands and watches him silently. He seems lost in thought, staring out at the slowly rolling surface of the river. Finally she takes a step forward; her boot knocks against a small pebble, sending it clattering along the rocky beach into the water, and he jumps, spinning around.

"Agh. Hells," he mutters sheepishly. "I was hoping you wouldn't notice I was gone."

She raises an eyebrow. Why? she wonders. Does he think his presence insignificant? Does he think she thinks his presence insignificant?

"Are you all right?" she asks quietly.

He smiles ruefully. "Oh. I'm deeply proud of you. A touch less so of myself."

She stares at him. Proud? Of all the things she expected him to say, that was not one of them. She has come far enough in the time since the nautiloid to know that there is a battle to be fought within herself - that there is more to her than the beast if she is willing to find it. But she has not come nearly far enough to believe that battle is being won, not yet.

But he says he is proud of her. And the fact makes her feel... strange. Warm. As if she has crossed some milestone she was not aware of reaching for.

Thank you, she wants to say - but then she registers the second half of his comment, and gives him a questioning look. Not proud of yourself? Why?

(A/N: Look at his poor sad eyes. :( Wyll needs a big hug stat.)

"In truth, I don't feel in a festive mood," he says with a slight shrug. "And I didn't want to cast a grey cloud over the night."

She nods, thinking he means the recent revelations about his father - which would be understandable enough - but he keeps talking. "I'm a devil. I love the people from the grove, but I unsettle them deep down. As I seem to unsettle everyone nowadays."

His face twists with sudden anguish, and he turns away, looking out at the water. "You don't want a devil at your party," he mutters bitterly. "Horns this sharp will pop the balloons, you see. And the guests won't take kindly to scars quite so monstrous."

Ah. She listens in silence, taking in these new details, filing them away. Wyll's transformation makes him like those who drew the teeth-lings into the Hells in the first place. It makes him look like their enemy. Like many people's enemies.

But not like hers. "You don't unsettle me," she says. It's a blunt statement, matter-of-fact. "You know that." There is much worse in me than anything you have ever shown me. And you have looked at me without blinking.

His head lifts and he looks at her intently for a moment. She can't quite read the expression in his eyes, but his voice is low and heavy with some sudden intensity. "If only half the world had half the heart you do," he says softly.

There would be nothing left living, I think, Rakha thinks with her own surge of bitterness. But she doesn't say it aloud, because she recognizes the compliment, even if she doesn't agree with it. What does he see in her, that he keeps saying these things?

And why does he see so little in himself?

For a moment they both stand there, eyes locked; the air feels suddenly charged with electricity. She finds herself wishing, out of nowhere, that she could show him what Gale showed her the other night - the depth of the Weave, the peace of it. The magic he carries is something very different, something darker, tainted by Mizora... but perhaps he could still channel it as she did...

The thought of the magic connecting them, of the intimacy that went with that bond, makes her feel suddenly unstable in a way that she can't define. For a moment she is almost certain one of those wild surges of magic is going to burst through her without warning and set the whole place ablaze.

But she holds his eyes with hers, and though her heart has suddenly started to thump like thunder... her magic calms, and the beast quiets, and she simply breathes, and waits, and hears the water lap gently against the shore by their boots.

He draws back suddenly, a brittle smile flickering onto his lips, and the moment breaks. "But off with you. This is your day! Have a dance. Enjoy the music."

She looks over her shoulder, back towards the party, and she clicks her tongue with a disinterested expression. No. She feels much more comfortable here with him, and perhaps that was why she walked this direction in the first place. "Can't you tell why I really followed you out here?" she says, with a gruff tone unaccountably laced with a sense of indistinct embarrassment.

He blinks, snorts. "Clearly Mol has put you up to stealing my britches so you can turn them into a flag for her gang." A pause, and then he adds, "Not that I'd necessarily object." His lips twitch in a slight, cautious grin.

She laughs softly. It's a sound she's heard so rarely from herself that it startles her - hoarse, low in her throat... but amused. "Nope," she says. "Guess again."

His grin widens. "Let me think. Why are you really here?" He snaps his fingers, coming to a dramatic conclusion. "You must be Volo in disguise, out here to harangue me for some tales of the Frontiers." He leans back on his heels and shakes his head in mock-sorrow. "What a cruel disguise! My nerves started hammering the second I thought *she* was the one looking for me."

It takes her a moment to parse this joke. She, meaning me. Ah... The idea that she would have that effect on him, after everything she's done... it doesn't really make any sense, even as he's articulating it. "Keep trying," she says, and her voice feels suddenly thick, unwieldy.

He hesitates; she sees his cheeks suddenly darken and his eyes flick away from her, the playful air fading abruptly. "It's a long shot," he says softly. "But maybe you've grown fond of me. Gods know I've grown fond of you."

There it is. Spoken out loud - by him, because she had no words for it. Fond. It feels... inadequate, but also correct. At the least, it encompasses something of the sense of safety and guidance he is able to instill in her.

She remembers the hectic, ferocious night with Lae'zel - which was also built on something of the same foundation. But this is not where this is leading, she can already tell. This is something different, something she has no words for.

"Maybe just a little," she mutters.

He smiles. Perhaps he registers something of her uncertainty, because his tone lightens deliberately. "Then we share a similar affliction, for I've grown fond of you too. Though I can't say I've earned the honor. I haven't even managed to kill one measly devil. I'm hardly a prime catch."

(A/N: We have the option for a persuasion check to ask for a kiss here. It's honestly more verbally direct than Rakha feels just yet, I think - an impulsive kiss immediately without the words would feel more likely - and I checked and it's just the one kiss anyway and then he sends you back off to the party regardless. So we're going with the more slow-burn setup here.)

She snorts dismissively. "You don't need to be the 'Blade of Frontiers' for me. Just be yourself." She respects his cause as one of the things on which she can model herself in the battle against the darkness in her head. But she has little interest in judging him for whatever ideals he has stood up for himself. He has done her that credit in return many times over already.

He shakes his head sharply. "The Blade *is* my best self," he insists. "On my best days, I've even lived up to the name."

There is something else he wants to say, she can tell - but he shakes his head again, visibly putting whatever it is aside in favor of a firm, sudden smile. "Now - you've got a party to get back to," he says firmly. "Don't forget - tonight is about you."

He draws closer for a moment, rests a hand carefully against her arm, and his smile softens. "There will be another time for us," he says, his voice low. And then, before she can respond, he turns and walks away down the beach.

#bjk plays bg3 durge #rakha the dark urge #eyyyy wheels in motion :D #like (unintentionally) with karlach we're not really getting to the deep romance stuff till act 2 i guess lol #tbh i've heard wyll's romance is a little lacking in content compared to some of theothers so maybe i will have to write some missing scene #as we go along #but i am pleased with this post as a starting point c:#tbh rakha is going to take a while to sort her feelings out regardless so it works out

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