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backwoodsbarking · 3 months

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I am mothmankin. Mothman is such a deep part of me, but i fully believe there are many mothmen. In my mind and memories, mothmen are small in number, likely only 40,000 alive. But we are strong and social. I hold so many beautiful memories and experiences from this life. And i would like to talk about it.

I was Minya, a mothman. I had two loving parents who raised me somewhat traditionally to our culture; parents raising their offspring as a group, called a familyhood, though ours was a bit more gentle than others. Our familyhood was very close, the young and old had their friendgroups, usually interweaving.

I knew my mate from birth. We grew up together, he was the largest of us kids, but also the kindest, most helpful, and (imo) prettiest. Corvak and I had a pretty problemless relationship, though our relationship was pretty non-traditional. We, unlike most mothmen, were nearly mutually exclusive. Most mothmen are completely polyamorous, but we always fell back to each other, not taking other partners for 4+ months at a time.

We never had kids. I died pretty young, like 34 in a human lifetime. We never got around to it before that.

I dont really know what else to talk about. There's so much good and so much bad and i dont know where to begin talking about all of it.

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a-dragons-journal · 1 year

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Had incredibly chaotic dreams last night, but among them was flight (in full dragonshape! Something that almost never happens!) over a large and wild river cutting through a canyon, more difficult than I expected as I was buffeted by the chaotic winds produced by the water below. It was both cool to feel - my dream-flight is often semi-unrealistic and weightless - and interesting in light of it feeling sharp and clear enough to be memory, rather than just something my brain produced; I didn't think the river running through my territory was large or rough enough to produce such wind effects over it, but perhaps it was at some point, or perhaps I encountered such a water-and-wind feature during my travels seeking a territory while young?

...Hm. Interesting. Feels like there should be a word for the way water affects wind currents above it. I'm not finding one in English in a quick search, but I think we have one. Weird! That's not a usual brand of noema for me!

#otherkin #dragonkin #dreams #journaling #rani talks #noema #past life memories

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oxygenatedbots · 8 months

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Hi. We're not one to ask for folks to talk to us. But we would really appreciate if you could ask or talk to us about our fallen angel kin life. You can just ask us random questions or whatever else.

Just stuck in a strong shift and miss it a lot right now.

We may not get to it right away or even tonight as it's late for us and are busy tomorrow, but will try to get to it soon.

Thank you if you do, and it's understandable if not.

/not forced

#-blurry #kin stuff #fallen angel stuff #fallen angel kin #fallen angelkin #angelkin #angel kin #alterhuman #otherkin #otherkin community #alterhuman community #actually angelic #actually demonic #demonkin #demon kin #other kin #past life #past life memories #the corvids speak!

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lizardywizard · 1 year

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Self-examination of kintype’s senses.

A really fun question to ask yourself, especially if you're otherkin/theriomythic: what senses did you use the most? I asked myself this question last night while trying to fall asleep, and learned some really neat things out of it.

If you're an Earthly animal, science can probably tell you if your kintype has colour vision, or a good sense of smell. But it could still be interesting to explore memories or feelings/intuition with this stuff in mind!

As my kintype is some kind of wingless water dragon, I don’t have much to go on biologically. Modern reptiles vary widely in their sensory abilities, and my body was probably more akin to that of a mesothermic dinosaur, about which we still know very little. So I looked into my memories and intuitions and tried to focus on what senses they would require.

Sight: I don’t remember anything with a lot of colour detail, though that could be because I was living in snowy tundra, where things were mostly shades of white and grey. I think my sight focused more on contrast and movement, with large eyes to take in a lot of light; a useful trait for a creature that spends a lot of time underwater.

I subconsciously find myself focusing a lot on how reptiles’ faces look, and in particular the snout shape. So I think the snout shape was an important cue for me to differentiate between similar species, similar to how Red recognises her own kin versus a rival species in Raptor Red. Red’s response was to the colours of other Utahraptors; I think mine must have been mostly to shape.

Smell/Taste: I’m unsure about this one. I know that generally, water-dwelling predators like sharks and crocodiles have keen senses of smell. I’m not sure if this was the case for me or not, since I don’t really have any scent memories, but it doesn’t feel unlikely?

Hearing: Probably decent. To the extent that we communicated as a species, we did so via booms and chuffs, much like crocodiles. My dewlap was almost certainly a sound amplifier for these rumbling calls. I was probably capable of picking up low-frequency sounds and vibrations over a fairly long distance. This would also give me advanced warning of larger predators and vicious territorial species.

Touch: Here’s where it gets interesting, because I think after all these years, I think I’ve figured out what my spines are for. They’re sensors, like whiskers or barbels!

When you move underwater, other senses are muted. The usefulness of vision is reduced, because you can’t see very far or very clearly. Hearing is distorted by the sound of your own movements. Having a good sense of smell is useful for tracking injured prey, but a piscivore of my size would have gulped their prey whole. (Even to this day I have a tendency to “wolf” down food. I find it enjoyable to swallow a big hunk of something.)

But what is always around you, guiding you, creating a 3D map of your surroundings, is water pressure. Currents would pull my spines this way and that, and by the tugging on my body I would have a detailed understanding of my environment, fed to me not by one isolated body part but by the biggest organ, the skin. For both finding food and escaping predators, that’s vital.

As soon as I realised that, I understood something. As a child, I always wanted to run and tumble and play rough, but I was always scared to do it because I didn’t feel like I had a good sense of where my body was in space. Being bipedal and not having that pressure, I constantly feel like I’m going to fall. The one place I was pretty fearless was the water. I can’t swim quickly or competitively, but I’d go to the pool and swim and dive for hours, then go and eat a massive sandwich and some fries. Best feeling in the world. Don’t fuck with the ocean, never have, but a lake, a pool? That’s just such a soothing place for me to be. I feel held, finally, by the world. I feel sensorily in place.

#otherkin #theriomythic #past life memories

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hard--onthe---outside · 3 months

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#past life memories

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i-carry-you-with-me · 1 month

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𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆.

》☆《╔═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗》☆《

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 168 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔- 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎.

》☆《╔═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗》☆《

𝑾𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒎- 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚, 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍.

》☆《╔═══*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗》☆《

𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒕.

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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝑬𝒓𝒊𝒄 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒚 (𝑯𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓)

𝑺𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 26 1818 - 𝑱𝒖𝒍𝒚 16𝒕𝒉 1856

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blogparanormalexpresso2stuff · 1 month

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Reincarnated Children HAUNTED by Their Past Life *2 HOUR MARATHON* | The Ghost Inside My Child

#reincarnation #children #kids #unexplained #Youtube #past life memories

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azure-wolf-227 · 2 years

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Spy x Hamefura AU

When Spy x Family came out, I thought that Loid Forger looked a bit like Luigi Claes and that thought spiraled into two ideas:

Luigi, Millidiana, and Katarina are the reincarnations of Loid, Yor, and Anya respectively. Luigi and Millidiana don’t consciously remember their past lives but they still have muscle memory of their skills. Anya is actually Katarina’s life before she was Monkey Girl so she gets memories of two past lives when she hits her head. This also re-awakens her mind reading powers. Bond is also reincarnated as Pochi and still has his future vision power.

Luigi has a double life as a spy/intelligence agent who answers directly to King Owen while Millidiana’s family are secretly assassins who answer to the Queen. Neither knows about what the other does. Along with the memories of her past life, Katarina gets the ability to read minds.

Despite now having the ability to read minds, Katarina is still dense to romance.

#otome game no hametsu flag shika nai akuyaku reijou ni tensei shiteshimatta #my next life as a villainess all routes lead to doom #hamefura #destruction flag otome #story idea #story prompt #alternative universe #crossover #spy x family #past life memories #spy x hamefura au

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kinfriday · 1 year

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Winter Solstice

The winter has grown bitter, the feasting of spring and summer a distant memory.

Memories are akin to dreams. There is no system of time beyond the rising and setting of a sun, no concept of days, or years beyond cycles that have happened often enough to be familiar.

There are cold times, and there are warm times. Times of enough, and not enough. Times of greater rest, and greater activity spurred on by the bounty of the clearing and forest around me.

This cold time, the world seems particularly crystalized. The ground has become hard, the wind blows over snow that sparkles like crystal in the moonlight. Silence drapes over the world like a shroud.

The water at the creek is now too hard to break through, and I am limited to lapping at the ice or nibbling snow. Sticks are a regular feature of my meals, or what grass remnants I find, digging through the snow.

All of this leaves my paws icy cold and wet, and no matter how thick my fur, it’s the wet and the wind that drives me back into my hollow, where I find sleep, warmth and comfort.

Yet there are also times of great waiting, just at the edge of the skeletal branches of my oak tree. My fur thick enough that the wind buffets around me as I endure the long winter, staring out over the meadow as silent sentry in the moonlight, while the crystals of ice twinkle as if in competition with the stars.

There is no anticipation of spring, no longing for the bounty to come. There is instead a lack of forward imagination, this is now, it is as simple as that. What would be tomorrow? I don’t know of tomorrow, or yesterday. One time there was plenty, now there was cold. This happened before, but there is a truth that stands proudly, almost independent of myself.

She shall always return.

___ The Winter Solstice is often referred to as a celebration of life, the victory of light over dark, and the promise of spring on the horizon, but it is also the longest, coldest night of the year.

It is that darkness that gives it its gravitas. It is the zenith of the dark when it reigns most triumphant over the world. It is the time when the physical death in nature is most present.

Yet this must be for the sun to rise higher the next morning, beginning its long journey towards the summertime and its bounty.

The night is necessary. The cold, the pain, its just as much a part of that day as the earlier dawn that follows it and that’s the part that’s the hardest for me to acknowledge.

It’s a challenge to be in metaphorical winter, to struggle, to suffer, to be unable to find the traction you so desperately need to make the progress that you seek.

Yet in the winter solstice there is, if not an answer, at least a promise that the next day will at least be a little better. That there is an ending to every long dark night, every moment of painful winter that exists in our lives.

Light and Dark must both exist. It is that balance of cruel winter and vibrant spring that holds all life. Just as the world goes through the cycles each year, so too will we go through these cycles in our lives, until we encounter our own winter solstice.

When our bodies can give no more, at the zenith of our breakdown and decay, the physical form will die, and the spirit moves on to its next journey, and its next destination.

So, as we celebrate this season of lights, let us also celebrate not the night, not the bitter, painful cold of death in all its forms, but the idea that death is not a monolith but a fulcrum, a point of change.

Without the night, there would be no understanding of the light.

-Sister Snow Hare

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sleepyxcocoa · 2 years

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More Third Prince Reincarnated AU Fanart!

I drew another fan art of @azure-wolf-227's Third Prince Reincarnated AU! This is probably the drawing that took me the longest to draw, as it took me 14 and a half hours to finish. Did my ipad kick me out because I used 96 layers of art? Yes. Did I mentally cry when trying to figure out how perspective works? Yes. Do I regret it? Nope! Also, the text is a set of lyrics from Katy Perry's song, "The One that Got Away." Ironically, I didn't play it while drawing it, but the song was stuck in my head anyway so there was no point. -w-

Here's what it looks like when flipped the other way:

#hamefura #my next life as a villainess #destruction flag otome #otome game no hametsu flag #anime #alternative universe #katarina claes #artists on tumblr #geordo stuart #past life memories #reincarnation au #soulmate #gerald stuart #reincarnated third prince au #otome game no hametsu flag shika nai akuyaku reijou ni tensei shiteshimatta

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a-soft-housecat · 1 year

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A few things I remember from my past life (ravenpaw)

-I remember taking an interest in herbs as a kit! I remember sitting in the medicine den and listening to the medicine cat (spottedleaf I believe? It's fuzzy) talk about basic herbs and what they were used for! Though I distinctly remember wanting to be a warrior, not a medicine cat I just liked hearing about the uses like each one was a story in itself -I remember when I first went to the barn after leaving thunderclan how I hated the feeling of hay and how it felt nothing like the soft moss and leaves we used for the nests in the thunderclan dens. I remember making such a fuss about it and that I slept on the hard barn floor for the first night. I can remember Barley bringing in bundles of long grass he had picked to make me a nest, it wasn't like the nests in thunderclan (not at all lol) it was thinner and it didn't protect me much from the hardwood of the barn but it was better than the plain floor. It took me a long long time to get used to the hay and part of me always found it somewhat uncomfortable but Barley always tried to make the transition away from thunderclan easier for me and I'll always be grateful for it

-I remember how bright Firepaw's fur was in the morning light and how it shone against the green of the forest, I remember wondering if he would be able to catch prey because of it. I think his pelt perfectly represented himself, and his personality. Really he was a beautiful and striking cat -I remember snake rocks, nothing really specific but just the place itself and how it had this aura of rarely shown danger but in its own way that made it so special in a way I can't really explain you'd have to see it for yourself to know -I remember the warm nights and how I could swear if I had never fallen asleep they would've lasted forever. Sometimes I wish they would've

#erin hunter warriors #warrior cats kin #WCkin #ravenpawkin #ravenpaw #fictionkin #past life #past lives #past life memories

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starryemberskinposting · 7 months

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me when i have very vivid flashbacks of being pinned in a trap like an animal, hunters cackling among themselves as they drive a stake through my heart, the world fizzing into dark as the last life leaves me

#TW DEATH #HUGE TW FOR DEATH #past life memories #past life #{ ♡ } nao : vampire . . .#vampire #vampirekin #otherkin #vampirekins

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hard--onthe---outside · 5 months

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#gif #past life memories

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elkr0t · 11 months

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A Brief History of Reincarnation

We've all heard of reincarnation. From pop culture to whispers at family gatherings, the idea of reincarnation has been around for as long as humans began theorizing what happens after we die. The word itself is derived from Latin, meaning "entering the flesh again."

Many cultures believe that after death, comes a new life. The physical body is not the end, as our soul or consciousness moves to the next body after some time. Early accounts are found within texts of Hinduism and Buddhism, the Gauls and Greeks, and Germanic Paganism. Each having their own ideas and beliefs around death and the next life.

With the introduction of Christianity, reincarnation quickly fell out of popularity as it didn't prescribe to the idea of salvation and getting into heaven.

Although the idea wasn't eradicated entirely, it wasn't until later in history were these claims taken seriously by researchers. Going into the 19th and 20th century, philosophers and psychologists began to examine accounts of memories recalled by young children, who claimed to be other people in a different life.

Since then, new religions and groups have taken this into their belief system and scientists continue to research and collect data of these claims. The University of Virginia School of Medicine has a research department dedicated to collecting stories and accounts from children and adults.

#the history of reincarnation #religion #past lives #past life memories #research

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alterhumanthings · 10 months

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Deitykin Memories 10

With the help of an otherkin acquaintance, I was able to remember a few things about the end of my life as a deity.

Specifically, the years towards the end of my life. It wasn't a pleasant change from the previous ones, but one I could live with at the time. Now that I look back, I see it was actually worse than I realized.

I have mentioned that deities and gods were not the same thing in my original world.

The short and sweet of it is that deities embodied their domains and nearly all were created during the planet's creation. Gods were created by mortal belief/worship, or by being born of a deity, and so were smaller in both power and dominion.

I personally had no quarrels with the gods. We all had our jobs to do, and if they could take care of a few villages or mountains or rivers in my stead, that meant more efficient work all around.

But, as my acquaintance let me know, this friendly disinterest does not usually go both ways. Gods tend to dislike deities, either due to fear, jealousy, or distrust - all understandable reactions, if inconvenient - but I didn't know that back then.

The gods became more territorial and more troublesome. We all had our moments of being brash or irresponsible, but this was a constant, and in my opinion juvenile, misbehavior.

I chalked it up to them being young. Many has not even gone been allowed to come into real maturity before having to care for dozens, hundreds, or thousands of mortals by themselves.

I'd come into being before mortals existed. I had time to learn and understand my place in the universe, and to understand my peers, though I didn't actually take the chance to do the latter. It must have been hard for them, I decided, to not have the choice at all.

And many were too prideful to allow a deity to help. I cared more for the mortals than their pride, and so I attempted to help anyway. Their inexperience and skirmishes with deities, and with each other, began to hurt the mortals in all the common ways; more damaged crops, less peace, an unnecessarily difficult time for them all.

But it didn't work, for the most part. And I began to stay away from the mortal villages and knots and collectives that I'd once frequented while going about my duties. I don't remember what made me do this, but I know this was not wholly a choice on my part.

Though the mortals still knew me the rare times I came back, they prayed my name less and less. They prayed to the gods instead, like the gods wanted.

My name was spoken only by scholars reading through history, or by a very few traditional types whose numbers became smaller every decade.

It was saddening, but not enough to stop me from doing my job. I made rain, floods, storms, everything I was meant to. Mortals worshipped me only as a way to thank me, and my purpose remained without their gratitude or knowledge of my existence.

What I didn't know was that this change in behavior was intentional on the gods' part. I didn't know I was being chased away from the mortals' eyes, or company. I only knew the gods didn't like me, and that I didn't want to start fights that would hurt the little ones.

#deitykin #past life memories

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cosmicbirch8 · 1 year

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