im kinda mentally drained rn, but i couldnโt miss out โ happy 1k followers, kalo <33 u deserve it sm !!
thank you bambi <33 love you sm and hoping you push through your mental low!! giving you lots of support ๐ซถ
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which hsr characters can we request for the event?
any male at the moment :> but keep in mind that i havenโt completed all of the side quests! iโm fully caught up on the main story though :>
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kalo's 1k event เฑจเงโห๏ฝกโ
๐ถ ๐ป๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ด๐ต๐ ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐๐๐ถ๐ฒ ๐น๐ถ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐๐ฒ๐น๐ณ ๐๐ผ๐๐น๐ฑ ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐ฎ ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ผ๐ณ ๐บ๐ถ๐ป๐ฒ โหโก๏น
words from kalo : thank you all for 1k! it was a long journey to get here and it's an honor to still have so many of you still waiting patiently even after all of my hiatuses! i love you all and i hope this event is enough to show how much i appreciate all of you โก โกโธโธ
๐ป๐ผ๐, ๐น๐ฒ๐'๐ ๐ด๐ฒ๐ ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ผ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ป๐'๐ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐๐ถ๐๐ถ๐ฒ๐ โหเท
part one : matchups
๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ :
๐. i will only do matchups for characters i write for, including hsr men! please include the fandom you want a matchup from! you can request multiple!
๐. these are strictly description based! the more you tell me about yourself, the more accurate your matchup will be!
๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ข๐ง๐๐จ : mbti, ideal date, ideal type, hobbies, comfort place
๐ฝ๐๐๐! โ fun info like favorite season or holidays can also inspire kalo to write a scenario for you!
part two : song fics
๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ :
๐. i will only do song fics for characters i write for!
๐. anyone language song is alright, as long as i can look up english lyrics for it!
๐. edm will not be accepted! nor will funny/troll songs be accepted!
๐. please remember that i am strictly a sfw account!
part three : you pick!
๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฌ : enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, soulmates, one bed, forced proximity, pretend relationships, second chance
๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ง๐๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ฌ : after an argument, surprising lover after being long distance, playing with hair, etc!
๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ญ๐จ๐ค ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐ฌ : watch my boyfriend for me, kiss marks all over face, testing different chapstick, best brother ever, etc!
๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ :
๐. i will only do you pick fics for characters i write for! (you might be able to convince me to do hsr men depending on the request ;))
๐. you can only pick either a trope or a scenario, not both!
๐. i am open to more trope ideas, though be sure to have one a backup one in case i don't approve the one you request!
(รณ๏นรฒ๏ฝก) : ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ, ๐'๐ข ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ช๐ฃ๐จ๐ช๐ง๐ ! หหห
๐ป๐ผ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฒ๐! ๐ถ'๐น๐น ๐ด๐ผ ๐๐ต๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ด๐ต ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐น๐ถ๐๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐!
๐. i am strictly a sfw blog!
๐. i write for bllk, tokyorev, genshin, and heartsteel men! check here to make sure i write for a specific character!
๐. please keep in mind that i usually write under 1k words! this may change for part three of the event!
๐. i mainly write fluff but i can also write angst โ specify if you care which you get!
๐. i am open to many things! if you want something i haven't provided, just ask!
๐. my ask box is โ.ห.๐ฅห, for all those wondering! all requests go there!
๐๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐ณ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฑ? ๐ธ๐ฎ๐น๐ผ ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐พ๐๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป๐, ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ธ!
please enjoy the event kalo has made for everyone!
have a blast โโกห!
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thank you all for 1k!! iโve been inactive a lot so it means a lot that i still have this many followers
love you all and be expecting an event soon ๐ซถ wishing you all the best day ever
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me when i dont have school tomorrow and can talk to you till sunrise (timezones ๐)
me when i still have school but know im almost done
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me when you are chilling in the evening (timezones ๐)
me in the evening drinking orange juice while u sleep
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please watch my boyfriend trend but itโs boothill threatening the camera the whole time
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๐ถ๐๐ผ๐๐ต๐ถ ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป ๐
๐ณ๐ฒ๐บ!๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฟ
โนsynopsis :: in an attempt to win once again, rin is betrayed by his own children who seemed to love their mother more.
โนcontents :: domestic life with rin, characters are 25 years old, FLUFF, the kids betrayed rin wopsie, personal headcanon is that when he grows up he tends to be more gentle but only for you tho <3
โนnotes :: posting this and going into hibernation again , I am cooking up some fics and drabbles tho
Never in your life would you have guessed and expected that you would have a family not with anyone, but with Itoshi Rin. The sixteen year old boy who ignored your existence but always gave you his English notes. The boy who always listened to your complaining during breaks, that you are thirsty or hungry and when you left the classroom and came back there was always a strawberry milk with a chocolate cupcake on your desk.
The boy who is now your husband, a successful young footballer who at only 25 years of age has a lot of achievements โ in career and personal paths of course. Winning another treble with his team, he had a break during the summertime where he could spend more time with you and the twins โ Haruto and Hinata.
Rin had never thought he would be a good father, that he would be a father at all if he was being honest with himself. But the miracle happened and now there are two little nine-month-old babies waiting to be fed sitting in their high chairs.
You sit at the kitchen table, feeding Haruto and Hinata their breakfast while Rin sips his coffee, a soft smile adoring his now more matured face as he watches the three of you. He was smitten by how fast you adapted to parenthood because just twenty years ago you were kids playing house taking care of the many baby dolls you had and now the game came into life.
"He's trying to stand again," you say, glancing over at Haruto, who's attempting to pull himself up on the edge of his high chair.
Rin looks over at his son, who looks exactly like you, but can't get by without the genes and the visible lower eyelashes. "Hinata's been babbling non stop. I swear she probably got that from you." Setting his cup down wiping the mashed potatoes from his daughter's mouth. As for her, she is Rin's copy , as you sometimes tend to joke that Rin and Hinata look more like twins instead of her brother.
Rolling your eyes at his comment as Haruto took another spoon of the puree. "Well, it's good that she is trying to say her first words." Looking at your husband with this glint in your eyes that now spark and he just knows that this stare is up for no good. "But with you always staying quiet, I think, it will take her way more time to say the two syllables."
Rin raised an eyebrow. "Careful who you are challenging now." As the babies giggle and play with their food, you and him engage in a staring contest, each silently daring the other to back down.
"I bet Haruto will walk first," you declared confidently, eyeing the little boy as he was just playing with his food along with his sister. Rin scoffed, furrowing his brows as he crossed his arms. "Hinata will definitely beat him to it. She's already trying to stand on her own and talk."
"See, even your son disagrees with you," you replied, unable to contain your laughter as you got a napkin to wipe the mess off your husband's shirt.
Just then, amidst the 'fight' a glob of potato puree escapes Haruto's grasp and lands on Rin's shirt, much to your amusement and his dismay.
Rin's expression softened, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite his annoyance. "Looks like Haruto is already making his own statements," he remarked, glancing down in an attempt to be angry at his son for throwing the mashed potatoes but he just couldn't. Not when he looked so cute, with his little baby eyes that were the same color as yours, it was really scary how each of you had a little copy of yourself.
"Maybe he's trying to tell us that he's ready for solid foods," You joked, reaching for another napkin to clean up the rest of the mess on your son's chair.
Rin shook his head, going to take a sip of his cold coffee, "Or maybe he's just following in his mother's steps to be a troublemaker." he teased, earning a playful swat on the arm from you making him nearly choke. "Oh, please! Just because I had detention twice in highschool doesn't mean anything."
He actually doesn't know because they didn't want the reputation of the school to be tarnished and kept it secret between the teachers and people involved.
"And why did you have detention?" That you didn't like to answer because he will again make fun of you for doing it when you were kids. "You know why, Rinnie."
"How lukewarm, and I wanted to show our kids who not to take an example from." Rin said, reaching out to tickle Haruto's chubby cheeks as if seeking his son's support in his quest for answers. A small smile playing on your lips despite your attempt to stay neutral. "Fine, fine. I may have... uh, taken matters into my own hands when some idiots decided to talk shit about you," you admitted shyly, trying to downplay the seriousness of the situation.
Rin's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You got detention for defending me?" he couldn't believe it, actually he can, sometimes you get aggressive, be it because of people who shit talk him, a video game, or the fact that your favorite flavor of ice cream was out of stock. "That's... You are actually insane."
For once you expected something romantic to come out of his mouth but having big expectations can only let you down. You didn't mind though, that was his way of showing his appreciation and apparently it was sarcasm with witty remarks. "Well, you know, I couldn't just stand by and let them bully you," you mumbled, busying yourself with cleaning up Hinata's highchair now, trying to avoid further discussion on the topic. "At least they stopped messing around with you."
Rin reached over, gently lifting your chin with his finger to meet his gaze. "Thank you, Y/N," the tenderness in his voice and the love in his eyes told you enough. And you felt sixteen again when you got your first kiss. Leaning closer his nose touching yours, his lips barely brushing against yours , suddenly the babies started crying, interrupting the moment. With a soft sigh, you pulled away, smiling apologetically at Rin before rushing to attend to the crying babies. Rin glared at the twins for momentarily stealing his wife's attention. And he wonders, from where did they get to be so clingy?
Changed and cleaned, Haruto and Hinata played with their toys on the soft rug in the living room, as you and Rin sat on the couch, enjoying a rare moment of relaxation and not changing diapers or removing food from your clothes but instead watched Mickey Mouse Club House.
Suddenly, your attention was drawn to Hinata, who was attempting to pull herself up using the fence of their playing crib. "Look, Rin, she's trying to stand!" Y/N exclaimed, excitement evident in her voice. Didn't Rin bet on Hinata being the first to talk? โQuick open your camera, if I don't have this moment recorded, I swear Itoshi!โ
Rin quickly reached for his phone as you went inside the mini playground. "It's recording, calm down," he said, already tapping on the record button.
Hinata wobbled on her tiny legs, her little giggles With a gasp of surprise, she took her first uncertain steps, stumbling slightly before falling into Y/N's waiting arms.
Your heart swelled with joy as she hugged Hinata close. "You did it, sweetheart! You took your first steps!"
Meanwhile, Haruto, who had been watching his sister intently, seemed to be trying to do something. Suddenly, he blurted out, "Mama!"
You and your husband exchanged stunned glances, eyes wide with disbelief. "Did he just...?" Rin trailed off as he was trying to process everything.
"I think he did," you replied, voice trembling with emotion. Tears of happiness welled up in your eyes as you looked at Rin, Haruto crawling to you as you placed Hinata on your left.
Rin's expression mirrored yours as he stared at the children, phone still in his hand, "I can't believe it,โ
โMe tooโฆ Our babies grew so fast, oh my I need to call both of our moms and tell them about this!โ
โThey prefer you instead of me...โ As you reached for your phone, Rin pouted "I didn't know I had 3 babies instead of 2." His mock hurt expression made you burst into laughter.
Grinning, you teased, "Well, Haruto seems to be leaning towards Mama, but don't worry, I'm sure Hinata's first word will be Dada."
As if on cue, Hinata reached out towards Rin, her tiny fingers curling around his shirt sleeve. Rin's heart melted at the sight, and he scooped her up into his arms, pressing a kiss to her rosy cheek. "Looks like she's already practicing saying 'Dada'," you said, unable to hide the happy tone in your voice. One thing was for sure that Hinata was daddy's girl and you will practice saying da-da just for Rin to have his moment of glory.
โDo you want to go to call Isagi and brag about our kids?"
"Absolutely.โ
ยฉ2024 kaiser1ns do not copy, repost or modify my work.
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big brother
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do u guys think sundayโs wings puff up when he gets scared
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WHAT A TEASE !
Kaeya x f!reader
แฏ Kaeya's new obsession.
"Never had your first kiss?"
He already knew that. But in order not to embarrass you further than you already look, he won't tease about it just yet.
But this is Kaeya that we're talking about. He'll find a way to tease you sooner rather than later.
He's relishing in the sight of you, all shy and nervous in front of him. Nimble fingers fiddling with your sleeve. And there he sits with that stupid smirk on his face, an eye tracing his sweet lover's face.
He's aware of how different this whole situation is for you. This is your first relationship, relying on ink on paper to teach you about a world of hopeless romantics and affection.
But it's very different in the real world. Books don't teach you how to adapt into relationships. Books don't teach you how to kiss or hug or cuddle. It came so naturally in fantasies but why is it so hard in reality?
The inner turmoil raging inside you is left unanswered. It shouldn't be that hard, right? It's just a kissโฆ
Sensing your troubles, Kaeya reaches for your hands and pulls you in between his legs, "What ails you, my love?"
You shake your head, dismissing his concern. But Kaeya is persistent, nothing should bother your mind, he wouldn't allow it.
"Come on, speak to me, you know you can," he watches you blush, a small smile gracing his lips, "you're shyer than usual."
His tone is playful, boyish. Teasing. His fingers lace with yours, dragging his gaze down to your nibbled lips, he doesn't it like it when you bite on them, that's his job.
You don't speak, he tilts his head, "Do you want me to kiss you?"
You nod your head, not daring to meet his studying eye.
"Do you want me to teach you?"
Another nod and he stands up, towering over you.
"Can't say I'll make it easy though," he chuckles, leaning down to press a loud smooch to your cheek. You're so cute. So innocent, "my precious girl, so adorable, hm?"
Another kiss to your cheek and you're practically fuming. Smoke escaping your ears as your cheeks burning bright with heat.
His kisses near your mouth and you hesitantly tilt away, he giggles, enjoying this a little too much. He lifts your arms around his neck, his cold hands sliding down to squeeze the plush of your waist.
"We'll take it nice 'n slow, just mold your lips against mineโฆ" he whispers against your lips, pressing his to yours so gently. So slowly it feels dangerously scandalous. But just as he kisses you, he pulls away to whisper unnecessary instructions and praises when all you want is a proper kiss.
"Mmm, that's it."
"Tilt your head a little- yesโฆgood girl."
"My love, you're doing so well."
You're shivering with emotion, you're anxious, frustrated, and excited at the same time. But the only indication is a whine that leaves your throat, "you're being mean, Kaeya."
"Do you really think that?" Yes. And he thinks so to. He's being mean, being the biggest tease ever. You nod, he laughs. Kissing your pouty lips, "How so, darling?"
You don't want to say why. It's embarrassing and makes you feel like the ultimate fool. You don't want to say that he's pulling away too quickly, and you don't want him to laugh at you and poke at you for being paranoid.
You know how he is by now. Though still fresh in the relationship, you'd expect him to have a heart towards a first-timer, no? You huff, pulling your face away and frowning. You should probably tell him why. But you won't.
With a frustrated sigh, you squish his face between your hands and latch your lips with his. He's surely caught of guard with the way his hands squeeze your hips tightly. But he doesn't pull away, wouldn't dare to.
His girl made the first move, and you aren't like him. You aren't a tease, you really want this and it's only proper to respect that. Your kiss is eager, passionate, loving. Not similar to his slow, romantic, and casual kisses.
He's dumbfounded, you're expressing an unspoken love towards him, affection that feels familiar despite only dating for two weeks now. He realized early on that it doesn't feel right to not have his hands on you in any given time, he notices the way his fingers twitch during random times of the day, opting to squeeze his hand around his sword's handle to ease the fantasy of squeezing your sides to make you laugh.
He finds himself leaning into you, succumbing to the strong temptation of your desperation. You part for a second, noses bumping into each other oceans collide once again.
Kaeya loves kissing you. It's his new obsession, his new way to pass the time. He could kiss you every second of the day if he could. You taste so good, too good.
After what feels like forever, your hearts relax, yours lips part, and your foreheads meet.
"I like it when you take the lead." He muses.
"And I don't."
He kisses you again, softer than the first. Handling you with care. He won in love. Your first relationship and kiss owned by him and him alone. And he'll own many other firsts to come.
@kaiser1ns @okkalo
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wishing all fellow robin theme havers to have the best day ever
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โThis is unnecessary.โ
At Bladeโs snide comment, you pull sharply at the strands of his hair in your hands. He grunts in displeasure before obediently quieting down, only a little scared of you scalping him if he annoys you any further.ย
Perched behind him on the couch while he sits on the floor, your hands find themselves coming through his hair (long, smooth, untangled despite the fact that youโve never seen him take a brush to it). Your efforts to part his hair with just your fingers are fruitless. His hair is thick on the top, so much so that youโre surprised his neck doesnโt constantly ache with the weight of it. Your hands pause, resting on the top of his head while you try and figure out how youโll style it.ย
โBe nice,โ you warn, two hands on the sides of his head tilting it from side to side, treating him as a foam mannequin on which you can project your very thorough cosmetology skills. โYour fate is quite literally in my hands. I could knock you out and shave you bald very easily.โ
โI donโt doubt that,โ he says earnestly, and you canโt help the way your lips twinge into a smile. โThis is clearly a hassle. My hair looks fine the way it is.โ
โIt does,โ you admit, โbut wouldnโt it be nice to try something new? And at no cost to you, aside from mild scalp pain. Iโm good at hair. I did Kafkaโs that one time.โ You fail to mention that it was only one time for good reason. Kafka said that you handle hair the same way a lobster would handle a violinโthat is, with clumsy hands and a clear lack of refinement.ย She had to hide every pair of scissors from you in fear that you'd give Silver Wolf microbangs.
As if on cue, your fingers get caught in an unexpected snag in Bladeโs hair, and you pull and tug and yank as if expecting it to untangle on its own. Blade hisses and reaches a hand back to smack you on the wrist, turning around to glare at you.ย
โWatch it,โ he orders, gentle but firm. Thereโs not enough heat in his words to scare you, and his eyes are a particularly beautiful shade of copper in the dim, flickering light of this dingy lounge room. Whatever you say, beautiful, you think to yourself hysterically.ย
After a few half-willed apologies from you and some nudges of encouragement, Blade finally relaxes enough to turn back around and tilt his head back in your lap, letting your fingers play with his hair nonsensically. A braid, you decide, would look quite nice on him. One long one down the back. If you had ribbon, youโd use some to tie his hair, but all you have is one of Kafkaโs tragically thin hair ties.ย
โItโs a nice color,โ you comment absentmindedly, pretending that you canโt see the way Bladeโs eyes have shut in contentment at your gentle prodding. โIt changes in the light a little bit. It looks very blue now, but Iโve always thought it was black.โ You section his hair off into three pieces, loosely laying one over the other over and over again. The aged gold ornament still hangs securely in his hair, and you donโt do anything to move it. It suits him.ย
โItโs natural, if thatโs what youโre getting at,โ he tells you, the slightest twinge of a joke in his voice. It plays at your smile and at your heart, too.ย
โYou say that now, but youโll be scrambling to come up with a lie when I find box dye in your bag.โย
He only hums in response, reluctantly enjoying the feeling of your hands on himโtheyโre gentle, and you can imagine heโs not quite used to this. Itโs an addictive feeling, to have him at your mercy, even with just your hands in his hair. Thereโs trust, unspoken, lingering warmly in the air and settling like condensation on your skin. You could very easily do a number of things that would hurt Bladeโkill him, almost. Youโve only ever thought of it a few times, and those were all a very long time ago.ย
You donโt think of it that often anymore. All youโre paying attention to is Blade and the splitting ends of his hair and how nice heโd look with a red ribbon tied in.ย
โWe should go shopping,โ you tell him, voice close to a whisper now. Youโve secured the end of his braid already, and your handiwork is admirable. The strands are neatly crossed over each other, uniform in size with each other as they taper down into the end. โSome clips for you would be nice.โ Absentmindedly, you comb through the layers of hair near his face, digging your fingers gently into the sides of his face and scratching at his scalp.ย
โAnd where exactly would we go shopping? Weโre not exactly upstanding members of society in some peopleโs eyes.โย
โThen Iโll make clips for you,โ you say, a naive kind of dedication in your tone. โI used to work with metal, a little bit. I could make jewelry. Ornaments for your hair. Iโll put a ribbon in next time.โย
โWhat makes you think thereโll be a next time?โ Blade asks doubtfully, in steep contrast with the way he lets your hands roam along his scalp, and the way his head leans back into you as if heโs comfortable.ย
โYouโre a loyal customer,โ you quip, โyouโd never let somebody else do your hair when you have me as a dedicated stylist.โย
โIโm your only customer.โย
โI know,โ and in a moment of weaknessโbecause at the end of the day thatโs what you are, weak, malleable and moveable when youโre with Blade like thisโyou lean down just a little bit, pressing a stupid clumsy kiss on the crown of his head. Your fingers trail down to trace the bumps of the braid, the divots and grooves in it, made by your hands, and yours alone. โThat just means I can put all my effort towards you alone.โย
โYou shouldnโt.โ And he means it when he says that, and it hurts you, puts a sickly pang in your chest that you want to reach for and tear out before it grows into something worse.ย
โBut I will,โ you tell him. Blade is stubborn, but not stubborn enough to keep it up. Not now, not here, not when the overhead lights are flickering and making his hair look just a little bluer, illuminating the warmer ends of his hair, glinting off the metal ornament still clipped into it. He rests between your hands, still sitting on the cold floor, pretending that he isnโt falling asleep with you like the fool he secretly is.
โยฐ+..๏ฝก*๏พ๏ฝก*๏พ+.*.๏ฝก.โ
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why does #69 look like a whore
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weโre cooked my post isnโt showing in tags
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dating a haitani brother does not automatically mean that they wonโt team up against you. nor does it mean that you will understand their language as they bounce off one another. their teases can range from your height to your way of showing affection to your lover (your lover pokes fun at it but totally succumbs to you in private, just like a hypocrite). despite it all, they always make sure to never bring up stuff that would make you doubt they loved youโplatonically and romantically. the brother you date also changes the outcomes. rindou always cuts off the teasing if he feels you getting upset. meanwhile, ran thrives on getting you upset (he loves a challenge, of course), though he knows when to stop.
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