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Part deux of the Hamilton x Drarry story no one asked for! Part one here
A bludger hit Harry in the face with brutal force, knocking his glasses askew.
“Sorry!” Ginny laughed as she spiraled past him on her broom, but Harry’s eyes were on the ground where Ron stood jumping and calling his name. He didn’t sound urgent, no. There was a giddy gleefulness about the jumping that smelled of mischief and immediately drew Harry to him.
“Mate, you have to see this,” Ron practically squealed as he tapped the screen and held his mobile in front of Harry.
As he adjusted his glasses, Harry didn’t quite see the video, but he recognized the voice immediately.
“When I was in school, there was this boy, and we had quite the rivalry," Malfoy said and laughed sheepishly. "It was not healthy, and I was definitely the villain of the story. I feel like I re-live it all on stage every night."
Harry's ears ringed. His eyes focused on Malfoy's figure, sweaty but glowing in old, very old Muggle clothes. Harry’s eyes registered what he was seeing, but the pieces didn’t fit. Malfoy with a Muggle interviewer? In old Muggle clothes? Talking about him? Malfoy's laugh made him focus on his words again.
"It's funny you say that because Seb looks almost exactly like that bloke, so it just comes out naturally on stage!"
“Hey!” Ron glowered as Harry ripped the mobile from his hands, opened a browser, and began furiously searching for the meaning of whatever he had just seen and heard. “You could have just asked. He’s in a theater production in New York. He’s caused quite an uproar ‘cause he stole someone’s role, and it’s weird ‘cause he’s British and the whole story is about the American Revolutionary War... Oh, and that bloke is his co-star, Sebastian Alonso.”
Seb. Malfoy must have lost it if he thought Harry looked anything like him. The man was stunning—high cheekbones, full lips and massive green eyes that sparkled with merriment. The picture in front of him showed the two of them in modern suits, their arms around each other and both holding bottles of champagne. Joy radiated through Malfoy’s face in a way Harry had never witnessed after seven years of knowing the man. The sharp angles of his face were smoothed out with his smile, and a pink flush kissed the apples of his cheeks. He was beautiful, arrestingly so. Harry couldn’t look away.
Ron sighed. “Right. I’ll get us portkeys.”
And on to Part 3
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HEY MAC WHAT HEADCANONS, SHIPS, OR WHATEVER HAVE BEEN ON YOUR MIND RECENTLY? 🩷🎤
Hi P1nk!!
Okay, let's see...
Dew misses playing bass sometimes. He loves his guitar and he loves the energy that comes with being Lead, but sometimes he misses the ability to lock into the drumbeat and groove. He misses that deep rumble that would roll through his body when playing that open D and C.
In the confusion that came following the end of Terzo's papacy and Copia's ascension to power, Dew was able to hold onto one of his old basses when his gear was taken away from him and replaced. He managed to squirrel it away and hide it in his closet, where it stays carefully wrapped in a moving blanket, along with an older practice bass amp that his former bass tech was kind enough to steal for him during all of the transition chaos.
At night, when he's really missing what used to be, when he's missing his Water, he pulls the bass out from the back of the closet. He dusts off the old black Fender Precision, carefully cleaning and polishing the fretboard. He always plays with headphones on, he doesn't want the others to hear him. Swiss, Rain, the girls...they don't know. Dew isn't ready to share this part of him with them yet, not ready to be this vulnerable and raw. He doesn't want to admit to everyone, especially Rain, that he misses his Water, that he misses his previous gentle nature instead of the wildfire that makes the crowds go crazy every night on tour.
Mountain and Aether are the only ones that know, the only ones that ever knew him when he was sweet and kind, instead of loud and brash and bold....
On the first anniversary of his transition to Fire, Dew broke down, grieving over what he had lost and what he would never have again, his body remembering the events of the year prior. Mountain found him and gently held him as Dew poured out his heart and tearfully confessed his secret about the bass in his closet. Mountain listened patiently, gave Dew a kiss on the forehead and went to find Aether, explaining the situation. He then found Dew and told him to come to the soundproof recording booth in the practice studio.
When Dew arrived he found Mountain and Aether waiting for him with their instruments in hand and the black P bass waiting for him with new strings, ready to play. For a little while, Mountain and Aether were able give Dew the gift of playing together like they had done before, before everything changed. Dew was able to reconnect with his Water, even if it was just through the music.
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combining two of my recent posts to imagine that dew steals the ghoulettes lingerie and as he’s trying it on aether catches him. he thinks aeth is gonna take him in it right then, but instead he sends the pretty fire ghoul right back to the girls he stole the lingerie from
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NOT WHAT GUITARS ARE USED FOR 👀
hehehehe 😈
does everyone remember this gem of a post?? ((thank u @hypnoneghoul and @kkaisarion)) because @jimothybarnes and i RAN with the fucking idea, dropped everything we were doing, and created a beautiful love child that will eventually see the light of day
but until that glorious day arrives, please accept this humble snippet to nibble on
Later that night the show is electric.
Despite his tired body, Dew’s never felt more alive. He spends most of the time staring at Rain, perking up whenever the black bass is in his hands. He gets a sick sort of satisfaction while Rain fingers the instrument, unbeknownst to him the surprise inside. There’s too much going on. The sweat of the crowd, band and stage crew mingling and filling his nostrils, but he swears underneath the plethora of scents he can still smell himself, pressed right up to his favourite part of Rain’s body.
It's exhilarating, he’s feeding off the high. He even finds himself snarling at fans, burning holes into them with his eyes if they get too close to Rain.
Can’t they see he’s marked his territory?
He watches Phantom interacting with the crowd, reaching out mockingly towards the front row, when some brave soul launches themselves into the air, fingers wrapping around Phantom’s outstretched hand and yanking him towards the ground. He stalks over, eye flashing dangerously at the pit, while mindlessly playing his chords until he can take a second to give Phantom a hand up from where he’s on his knees, whimpering so softly Dew can barely hear it over the music.
Dew inhales sharply, catching the scent of blood from the scrape on Phantom’s palm from where he hit the ground, growling over the fact that he can’t smell himself on the young ghoul. He brushes close, rubbing his body against Phantom, trying to discreetly scent him, but it’s not enough.
He knows what he must do.
#gloom answers#gloom writes#but only a little#because dew's a possessive ghoul#p1nk#im actually so excited for this one#it's gonna be GREAT#jimothy my love#gloom and jim back again from the gutter of our minds
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at some point i'll start recording while i draw. mostly cuz i want to see what i did to get to this point but it'd be neat... if i did it hvhsd
#just me hi#i would like to be able to post that stuff too#it'd be neat :> if i-#but unfortunately i have what is called Bad Memory and zero knowledge of how to build a habit so i guess one day loll#like -I- would like to see what it looks like when i draw 5 hands in 30 minutes and nothing else. it'd be fun !!#sigh. but alas. past me does not think that far into the future#the furthest we think is 'hee hee scribble :3' and then black out for a thousand years#but that's ok‚ we have hands now :) (drawn hands)#//and i've been having trouble picking something to work on again lollll#you'd think that making refsheets for the Ch0ir would mean 'oh! there's a decent amount of interest in that to do something else with it!'#nO!! lol!! won't can't didn't lolll#wanted to work on my current favorite writing-project‚ nahp!! nothing there‚ don't even Touch the save file or kaPOOT#wanted to do Something‚ Anything with p1nk space and That didn't even leave my brain. Zero Action Involved 💯#//also had super really bad internet recently but that's ok. i guess i'll just go insane to the same 5 songs i have downloaded‚ it's ok :)#[<- lying so hard we are losing my mIND somebody send helP i'm blinking twice auhguhgruog]#and i also misplaced my sketchbook so i've spent some time just staring out windows and at my siblings to slightly offput them. very#therapeutic i highly recommend 👍#//idk why i keep adding a second C to recommend. when did that start happening#every time without fail! reccommend is recomends sibling‚ and they're both recommends cousins#and don't even Mention reccomend! pah‚ that guy's insufferable#/see why can i spell congratulations beautiful insufferable ingenuity and poltergeist right on the first try but i can't (ex.) SPEEL.#these rules are dumb. from now on watever happesn hapens#see cuz i can get eh t letters but the odered is all wrong. and sometimes it's just staightr up the wrong word#like why did i just spell 'of course' ?? i meant 'backwards' ._.#and it's not even slepped right!! like hwat is goin on over there waith 'ovfc ousres'. they good orrr ??#likek whtatch me i can't get so many words wrong is none sentence s who even NEEDS aoutcorrect ouhfuohosug#meant 'can' but who cares fvfvbshfj#how does one hit an apostrophe by accident. tha ansswer is Magic obvisouly#liek i know i mispell kinda often but i reall y go through these things so often cuz i just have wonlyky fingers! they do they're own thisg#they like to dance!! and condgind is n't always coordinated
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I have so many creative stories in my head but I can't write all of them how on earth am I gonna write them all into one story without it being confusing
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Swisstom fic recs PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
YES. Love love love these two. This was a fun one to put together! I'm slowly but surely catching up on my asks now that I have my life and will to live back (I don't know why being a bridesmaid always turns into a full-time job for me). Thank you for your patience ♡
recs under the cut.
Kinktober Day 2 - Quintosis - @askingforthesun
"Aeon's First Unsupervised Mindfuck"
Swiss twisted around just enough to plant a casual, comforting kiss on Aeon’s jaw. “What are you even so afraid of?”
Aeon scowled. “Breaking your mind beyond all recognition or repair?”
kinktober - day twenty - @iamthecomet
1k about why ghouls should not be allowed in bars. AKA: Swiss and Aeon share a perfectly innocent dance in a very crowded bar.
untitled - @ghoul-slime
“Don’t you dare take that uniform off of him, Swiss,” Aether chides. “We just got him all laced up and put together and he still needs to get fitted for adjustments.”
Swiss holds his hands up in mock surrender. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Aeth,” Swiss reassures him. “Just helping our boy kill some time while he waits.”
“Uh huh,” Aether answers, sounding unconvinced. He shoots Phantom a warning look. “And please, for the love of Satan, don’t get it dirty.”
untitled - @crimsonclergy
852 word of unedited (stoned) hand stuff
what if bug accidentally got a lil bold?
what if swiss’ hands had looked so beautiful rolling a joint, so skilled as he set it between his lips and flicked the lighter to life behind a cupped a hand, that bug was asking before he even really understood what he was asking for.
pleader - @p1nkcanoe
a risky little hump in the library takes an unexpected turn when phantom begs for swiss' knot.
*and this one too if you enjoy how p1nk writes them (spoiler alert: you will).
Green is the Warmest Color - @miasmaghoul
“You’re staring,” Swiss lilts, eyes crinkling as he brings the smoldering end of their joint to his lips.
Aeon's sure he's right, but in fairness, how couldn’t he? Swiss is a vision, sitting pretty in his lap in a wide straddle with a hand planted on Aeon’s stomach. The setting sun throws every inch of the other ghoul into such sharp relief; everything from the chips in his curved horns and the strong line of his jaw, to the breadth of his shoulders and the slight softness of his stomach. From the swollen, stiff peaks of the nipples Aeon had spent ages teasing once they’d finally fallen back into bed, to the flushed length of Swiss’ cock where it sits heavy against Aeon’s pale belly. Dribbling sticky fluid into his happy trail with the occasional languid rock of those incredible hips.
"'Course I am," he replies, loose and relaxed, "you're real nice to look at."
Attention - @arcaneacolyte
Phantom likes attention.
If anyone were to watch how he performs at Rituals, how he interacts with screaming fans, blowing kisses and moving his body in ways that make them scream all the louder, it’s obvious.
He loves to be watched. So much so, that he’s jealous when other Ghouls get attention. He might argue until he’s purple in the face—or at least more than his unglamored skin already is—but Swiss knows, Swiss sees.
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#my fic recs#phantom x swiss#aeon x swiss#phantom ghoul#swiss ghoul#the band ghost fanfiction#the band ghost#nameless ghouls fic
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I just got your um post are you still doing 141 x male y/n
If you are think you could do a 141 (with könig and alejandro if you want) react to male y/n being a demon kinda like from demon slayer but when they first find out male y/n kinda eats someone to protect themselves if not it is ok :3 sorry is this is a little long 😅
Demon!Male Reader + 141 feat. Alejandro + König
This was definitely a fun write and THANK GOD I already watched through Demon Slayer!
WARNING: Light Gore
Thank you for the request @p1nk-barry !
Please enjoy!
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While being a demon had its perks, Y/n definitely had a much harder time trying to hide it from his friends was much harder than he had expected, especially since he was able to walk around during the day.
Being around the 141 was both a blessing and a curse. Considering the only way Y/n managed to survive was from eating humans, he had to learn to keep his distance and keep his hunger in check at any given moment.
Not only that, but he had to rely on himself to hunt during missions at times. If he was lucky, and he was by himself, he would get a great meal from their enemies and manage to go on his day normally. But not everything always went as planned, and today was one of those days.
Their mission was to invade their enemies base of operations and get information. Along with this, Alejandro and König would be joining them for support. And as usual, Y/n told Price he wanted to work solo. Thankfully, the Captain didn't ask and just went with it nodding to him.
Soap went with Ghost, Gaz went with Price, and Alejandro paired up with König while Y/n was by himself.
Perfect.
The mission was mostly success, as Price and Gaz managed to collect a majority of papers, Ghost and Soap finding some themselves, along with König and Alejandro also grabbing some along the way too.
Y/n decided to use one of his Blood Demon Arts, Hindsight to see if anymore enemies were alive. There were two on the floor above him and five below him.
Deciding to take the two above, making quick work with his silenced pistol, he reported to Price about the remaining enemies before feeling it.
His hunger growled deeply inside him and he dropped to his knees.
Even after living for so long, Y/n still struggled with containing it.
He slammed his hand to the ground looking towards the two now dead guards before hearing familiar footsteps.
Heavy gunfire found Y/n's ears as saw the other four enter the room as well, Ghost laying coverfire before also slamming the doorsnd barricading it with some of the furniture within the room.
The rest of the team looked towards Y/n's bent over form, Price quickly making his way towards him and laying a hand on top of him.
"Y/n, you alright?" He asked, along with the others looking over in concern.
Y/n didn't respond before shoving Price away from him as if be was burned. His breathing became heavy as he tried to put as much space between the 141 and him.
"Y/n, somos nosotros. ¿Qué pasa contigo?" ("Y/n it's us. What's with you?") Alejandro said as he stalked towards him.
A deep growl came from Y/n, stopping the Colonel in his tracks, as he looked back up at 141, his sharp canines now on full display now along with his eyes glowing a crimson red.
"What the bloody hell..." Ghost whispered in shock as he looked at his teammate, slowly hesitating as he brought his gun up slowly.
"Capt'n... what the hell is going on with Y/n?" Gaz asked from beside Price as he watched his friend become something else. Something different...
Price didn't answer as Y/n stood up, letting his eyes scan over the man for any injuries but found none.
The others watched in suspense as Y/n swayed slightly, unaware of the mere effect they had on him.
"Price...you need to get out of here...now. Leave me..." Y/n struggled to get out.
"That is not an option Y/n. What the hell is-"
Price didn't finish his sentence as Y/n was no longer in front of him but now near the bodies staring at them, hungrily.
Price and the others looked back and forth from the body to Y/n.
"Y/n...he's dead, mate. I doubt he's coming back alive," Soap said nervously as he continued to watch Y/n stare at the dead man.
Y/n didn't respond as he dropped to his knees and reached out towards the man before stopping a few mere inches to look at the 141.
"I'd suggest you look away..." Y/n offered as he stared at them before turning back, "I'll explain everything later..."
The others wore a confused expression before hearing the sound of flesh ripping, taking them out of their trance to look back at the scene.
In front of them, Y/n, having already removed the man's clothing, began to feast on the dead guard.
The others stomach twisted as they watched Y/n rip the man with ease, piece by piece, stuffing each part of him into his mouth, not even looking the least bit concerned while doing so.
König had to force himself to turn away from the horrific view, nearly doubling over with a nauseous feeling overwhelming him as he could do nothing but lift up his mask and relieve himself, coughing while doing so and particularly shaking afterwards.
Alejandro closed his eyes and turned away, fighting to keep most of the lovely lunch Rodolfo made him from spilling out and finding it's way to the floor.
The rest of the 141 couldn't tear themselves away from such an image as they could do nothing but observe...Y/n.
After a few minutes, Y/n finally finished, relieving the body more mangled than before, and so much blood...covering the floor.
"Captain, you and the others need to say here," Y/n said as he made his way towards the barricade door, gun now long forgotten as he began to remove the furniture.
"Y/N WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" Ghost said as he backed away from Y/n, gun trained on him now and a steady finger ready to take the shot.
Not that it would have matter to Y/n...compared to the blades Demon Slayers had owned... the bullet, he wouldn't even feel.
Y/n didn't bother answering him as he opened the door, sparing one last look at his team before closing it behind him.
The last thing the 141 heard were the screams of the dammed that were trapped on the other side of that door before utter silence.
Blood painted the hallway, and Y/n was gone...
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based on some recent personal stuff i’ve been in a reasaally sticky art slump,, even for writing,
but i wanted to throw out these mini sketches cuz im not good at putting into words how much my friends mean to me!
@kate-bishops-waifu @scrunkalicious nd @h0t-p1nk-ch33tah-pr1nt (i’m sorry i don’t have a piece for u kat!!!)
you guys esp, and ALL my mutuals, i wanted to thank you guys for everything, even the simplest action of liking a post makes me realize that i do have a place on this app, even if im not pumping out content
that sorta thing is always hard for me to understand, it creeps back into my mind no matter what. it gets tough, but seeing you guys happy is what makes being on here worth it
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HEYO!!
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♦️ My pronouns She/Her, I'm a Filipino artist, selfshipper, writer, musician, and more!! I'm Proud Pinoy Pansexual,, hello world!! I often use capital letterz a lot so errmm beware,,,,,
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White Gold for @drarrymicrofic prompt treasure
A million thanks to @apricitydays-lazynights for the brilliant beta read ❤️
T | Drarry | 543 words | no warnings
Shades of blue as far as the eye could see, salty air, and stifling heat. The Andromeda barely moved in the still waters, inching along a path only Harry felt confident following. His crew was gone. They’d taken lifeboats as soon as the boat hit the wards and unnatural fear crept into their souls. Only Harry could resist the spine-melting fear wafting in the air thanks to the lightning bolt of dark magic on his forehead. It drew him to the ocean and had done so since he was a child.
Now he followed the magic to the great beyond in search of whatever called to him with a strength greater than a siren’s song. Old tomes spoke of an evil wizard and the loot he’d amassed and hid away. Not gold and silver, but magical artefacts that healed and protected, potions of luck one could drink, and even the veil to the afterlife.
Harry wasn’t sure if he believed the tales, but he knew in his heart that everything he could ever want was out in the ocean, summoning him. Waiting.
But not for long. With one blink of an eye, something appeared on the horizon. It was closer— Harry could feel its presence hammering at his heart. Hurry, hurry. A graceless jump later, and he was in the water, hastily swimming towards his destiny. Though exhaustion filled his limbs, he didn’t stop until he reached the rocky shores of his destination. The landscape was strange—no sand or trees, only rocks surrounding a small cave.
From the shore, it looked black as night inside, despite the blazing sun and cloudless sky. Magic. Blinding pain seared his forehead at the entrance, but it was there and gone in a flash. The magic grew headier and sensuous in recognition of the mark. Then the black dark began to dissolve.
Harry’s heart sank as light pierced the darkness and revealed no artefacts, potions, or veils. The cave was empty save for an ethereal being, an angel. Not an angel, but a beautiful boy about his age with skin of winter snow and eyes as grey as London fog. How cruel the wizard had been to deprive the world of this beauty, to keep it all to himself. How cruel fate was to make Harry the one to set him free.
A mischievous gaze travelled up and down Harry’s body, and the boy’s pink mouth turned up in a smirk.
“I… you… erm,” Harry stammered before he was stopped abruptly.
“You’ve come for the Dark Lord’s treasure.”
Harry nodded hesitantly.
The boy gave him an elaborate bow. “Here I am.”
“What? No, this is… not what I was expecting…” Breath growing laboured as the boy moved closer, Harry could barely speak. The smell of a brisk breeze in the forest, sprinkling snow from heavy pine branches filled his nose with every step the stranger took towards him. Heat rose from within Harry, travelling down his body and stirring him to attention. The boy was so close now, and Harry could feel the magic emanating from him—something dangerous and impossible.
“I am the treasure,” he whispered, and Harry shivered despite the heat.
Bare inches separated them when the boy dropped to his knees. “Let me show you.”
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the same way that phantom is a bat aurora is a butterfly and that’s why she wears the cape 🥹
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oh brother. kinda sucks to have multiple creative interests and you can only do One but it's not the one you want to do at the moment </3
#just me hi#i want to DRAWWW#but i CANNN"TTT#ohhhhhhhhhhh woe is MEE#i can only write!!! what the funk kinda black magic is this !!!#i haven't been able to write for like 4+ months and now it's just BAM. nothing else#was suddenly inspired to start practicing and experimenting with my style and then i opened up clip and. i. i don't know where it went#it's still there but i can't DO anything with it! it's like it's held up on a pedestal and surrounded by glass and i'm a bird#but hey i've written 2000+ words bit by bit over like 3 days so that's pretty cool#Really cool how i've been able to keep up the momentum too. but i want to draw hvhsbfhsj#/MAN it's not even one of my pet projects either what the heck!! [gggggggrrrrrrrroooooooooooaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnn]#i wanted to work on p1nk space and now i just Can't. this is the greatest joke known to mankind#like i tried drawing Oath and it's just not happening hbvfhsj. i Almost finished getting the pose sketched out and then !!!kaSPLATZ!!!#suddenly i cannot Stand to open clip what is thisss what is this curseeee#/but i mean like aside from being slightly :/'d from that i've been having fun writing!#i haven't written like this since i was like 13 and i'm scared i'll lose the flow soon fvshvdhs#not like whatever 13yo-me was writing but like there's the Most Minimal block when i'm going :D#and i'm reusing some old elements from another story i couldn't finish and i feel good about it !!#EXCEPT those elements actually make sense with where i know i'm going hvhsdhvjfj#not gonna say i'll ever finish it though cuz doing that makes some part of me dig in its heels and say 'NO. NEVER. this will NEVER leave#the save file!!!!!' lolll#but it's fun :D#//but yah gonna get back to it now :3#toodles and pool noodles !!
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Y'all ever vent and something you said sounds like it would be in a really good and really sad book
Cause I did
Like just now
"I want to love, but no one wants to love me." God DAAAAMMMNN Syd you should be a writer oh em gee I should be
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feeling particularly drawn to PBP Pt8, 🫴
hello my dearest p1nk :)
Pissboy Phantom Part 8 is a request from a lovely anon who gave me two options for some phantom Scenarios. the one i think i'm going to write is phantom concentrated hard on finishing his video game, with a bit of pillow humping, a bit of desperation, and a bit of pissing and cumming !! very excited <333
(just a general message that if you've sent me a piss request, it is sitting in my inbox and i will write it at some point, you guys are just so fucking horny for piss that there's a bit of a wait askjdfhkhlg)
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