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sanstropfremir · 1 year

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I might just go on a huge tangent on here so I sincerely apologize, but I think this is something you've slightly touched on before, so maybe it's interesting to you? About the fact that literally Nobody on the staff/people who work behind the scenes of everything in the kpop industry are credited, mentioned or acknowledged for their work (other than, for example, the surface level “the designer deserves a raise!!!” that i so often see in mv comments :/). What I wanted to talk about specifically though is the company’s complete lack of crediting of these people?? I wanted to look into who directed this new mv that just dropped that I really liked the artistry, editing, and general composition of, but I found absolutely nothing across the group’s yt videos or their pages of who the director is, perhaps the set designer, editor, etc. Utterly taken aback, I checked the descriptions of other kpop music videos, from the most popular to more unknown groups (Twice, Dongkiz, to name a few), and again, nothing. I thought I was going insane, so I looked at mvs for like Amercian bands, and their video details are completely filled with the information of the producer, the recording studio, mixer, master, etc. etc, my point is: so much more than just the group’s twitter or merch page??? I’m like what is going on?? I noticed the kpop mv's only list licensing info at least, but so did the american ones? Idk. It’s either me not knowing where to look, or maybe I’m late to the fact that that is just how things work with kpop group companies or the industry as whole, just giving you no details as to who the hell else worked on this mv or song. I love my biases and appreciate their contributions, but I do not buy for a second that, more often than not, they wrote or produced or mixed absolutely nothing. I think it’s a huge shame that this is done because it reinforces the false idea that the idols are the ones responsible for everything we’re seeing and listening to. Maybe that’s the point, and that’s exactly what the industry wants you to believe, which that just makes it really sad. (Wait also maybe it all gets hidden because its work for hire or the companies buy ownership copyright...)

so i want to clarify some things for you, from the perspective of someone who works in the arts industry. firstly, and most importantly: visible credits exist in western filmic media because of unions. and there are still a LOT of fields that are not unionized. for thousands of years it was fundamentally understood that no performance based art form was done singularly by an individual, so there was often not a reason for there to be 'credits' in the first place. the whole assuming the face of the project is the person who did the most work thing? that's a very new phenomenon in the history of art, and it's capitalism's fault.

secondly: um. you are definitely not looking in the right places bc people are ABSOLUTELY credited? especially music production staff? i guess if you only look at a music video then sure yea there's not always credits there, but companies literally release tracklists and highlight medleys on their main social medias AS PROMOTION that have LISTS of their arrangers and composers. hell, tan's most recent tracklist has their fucking midi programmer on it????

also..............the fucking ALBUMS HAVE CREDITS IN THEM. i can't believe i have to say this but THE ALBUMS ARE THE MAIN PRODUCT AND THEY HAVE PAGES OF CREDITS IN THEM. i...????

like???

i got addy (@hoforwonho) to send these to me, these are from a lucy album and nayeon's album, and they literally have pages of credits???

lastly, and most importantly: the only people who are being 'fooled' into thinking that idols are 'producing' most of the content are western fans. because that is the stereotype promoted BY THE WESTERN MUSIC INDUSTRY. so that is the lens through which you view the korean music industry. koreans and korean fans are well aware that idols do not produce their own artistic content, there is quite literally a stigma around idols in sk about how they are not viewed as artists SPECIFICALLY because of this. gdragon and jonghyun were HUGE deals for being some of the first idol producers + songwriters. music is a huge part of the korean entertainment industry and people who make music are very much a visible part of it. kim eana is a very famous lyricist and she has a popular radio show. kbs just did a whole competition show featuring producers as the contestants. companies are not required to put credits in music videos because music videos are only one part of a kpop cb, and they are also not obligated to put those credits in english. just because you can't find something doesn't mean that it doesn't exist and the whole industry is at fault for it.

#listen. i'm sorry to say this but it's not the industry's fault that you don't read korean and don't know how to look something up #companies do not need to constantly post every single credit for everything on social media stop expecting stuff to be fed to you #kpop questions #also: most kpop fans genuinely do not give a shit about the credits. if someone wants to know #they will go looking in the most obvious places for them #also also: not having the credits plastered everywhere on social media is partially a protection mechanism!#kpop fans are known for fucking stalking and harassment are you kidding me #and there ARE kpop mvs with credits in the actual mvs? i can think of at least three from the last year off the top of my head???#and one of them IS a dkz mv??????????#answers #text #bts literally got popular bc they copied the western model of pretending that the art they produce is 'authentic' and self produced #that's why they blew up. i've talked about this several times #its the western model and western fans that are perpetuating this viewpoint.#also oh my god mama has a BUNCH of creative awards are you just fucking thick????#and i cant even believe im about to say this but. THE BIG FOUR COMPANIES ARE LITERALLY FOUNDED BY FUCKING SONGWRITERS AND PRODUCERS #YG LSM JYP BANG SIHYUK WERE ALL ARTISTS AT ONE POINT #OR STILL ACTIVELY ARE WORKING #...........i feel like i need to lay down #m8 how do you think i know who choreographers and producers are. of fucking course people are credited did you think i was guessing????

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dravidious · 5 months

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You're quite the epic one

I just found this program that converts MTG cards into D&D monster stat blocks and at first I was like "how would that even work?" And I figured that it probably looked at power/toughness, cost, color, types, and keyword abilities to set some basic stats and powers, but still, how do you give a monster attacks based on a magic card? Probably just generic attacks based off its power that the user is supposed to rewrite into something fitting. Looking at the examples they give, there's no way it could possibly generate abilities like that. These are obviously edited afterward to add cool fitting and flavorful abilities. So I plugged in Skeleton Archer and

So I downloaded it and plugged in Skeleton Archer and there's some stuff like its language being "Can't speak but understands the language it knew in life", which is naturally from it being a skeleton, and a longbow attack, obviously from being an archer, but then

That's... definitely not a regular archer ability. It's fitting of a black skeleton archer, and you can draw a connection to its damage ability, but how could the program possibly do that? I plugged in Apprentice Sharpshooter and, naturally, it didn't have that ability, but what it did have was

That's DEFINITELY a reference to it putting +1/+1 counters on itself. How much of a card's text does this thing read?! I looked around the page, searching for details on how exactly this thing works. Is it AI or something!? The only thing I found was the patch notes and

It's not AI. It's all painstakingly handwritten, looking for specific common strings of text and mapping them to custom abilities. Combining the abilities with colors and types to make even more detailed abilities like Cursed Arrow. This program is a work of art.

#asks #the code and the english are sloppy as hell but DAMN #i know the code is sloppy because i downloaded Java Decompiler just so that i could see the exact innerworkings of this beast #haven't gotten to the good stuff yet tho #also i just checked two other black archers (Ruthless Sniper and Thornbow Archer)#and they don't have cursed arrow. they have completely different abilities #Thornbow Archer's abilities are kinda weird and random tho #it has a grapple ability? idk #i guess causing opponents to lose life is a weird mechanic to represent from just text #even with all this effort there's gonna be stuff that doesn't quite fit #especially since the same physical actions can be represented in different ways in mtg #all 3 of those archers' abilities are just “shoot an arrow”#anyway looking forward to reading more of this code #it's 360KB!#wait a sec it's just the monster.class file that's 27600 lines long holy fuck #how do you write that many lines???#based on what i've read so far i'm guessing there's lots of copy-pasted code #but still what the fuck?#no wait hang on i've written at least double that amount of KB in txt files in the past 3 years #WAIT WHAT THE FUCK?! THAT'S AWESOME!!#anyway i'm about to read like a year's worth of writing brb

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vikingqueer · 1 year

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can you tell one of my favourite artists released a new album in late 2021

#sorry to post abt #spotify wrapped #but before you get your knickers in a twist #i would like to point out that i do in fact own the CD of My Name Is Michael Holbrook #and all mechanisms albums and ruin as digital copies #because despite having spotify i care about artists i like being paid for their music #also i wouldn't have guessed that hozier OR the crabe wives would be on my top 5 #but i guess i did listen to curses on repeat a couple of times #amalie.txt #music stuff #the amazing devil

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capitanschampagne · 1 year

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I smoked thirty cigarettes today, hope it'll give me a lung cancer 🦀🦀🦀🦀

#dancing rasta wouldn't be proud #but it's fine i guess #cigarettes are my copying mechanism #i prefer slowly dying than killing myself rn #i love disappointing people #i don't even smoke on daily #i need to learn some latin phrases for tommorow lectures #evie vents 🥂

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irisintheafterglow · 6 months

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live, laugh, pro racer!gojo :))

and, wow! just look at that absolute speed demon go!

"speed dumbass seems to be a more fitting description," you remark in response to the announcer's excited narration, sending quiet snickers through the pit crew behind you. "hey, hotshot. let up a little on those hairpins or your engine's gonna overheat," you radio through to his earpiece and pray to the racing gods that he listens. as if to spite you, he accelerates more aggressively through the following turn, causing a concerning but not impactful spike in temperature.

"only reason they'll overheat is 'cause you're on the line, pretty."

"it's my job on the line if you break down, satoru."

"i'm well aware of that, sweetheart," comes his voice from the other end. you were painfully aware of the thousands of spectators watching his point of view and listening in on your conversation. "rest assured, i won't get you fired."

"that's not up to you," you remind him, clicking through the telemetry statistics and glancing at the timing screen before concluding that everything was running as it should, albeit a little bit hot from the driver's arrogance. suguru whispers something in your ear and you dutifully relay it to the idiot behind the wheel. "you can lay off a bit on the straightaways; you have enough wiggle room to give the car a breather."

"but what if i don't wanna?" you breathe deeply through your nose, clenching and unclenching your fists in suppressed irritation. the pit crew keeps laughing behind you and you give them a look that says can you believe this guy? "pssht, houston, do you copy? what's with the radio silence?"

a risky but flawless turn by gojo satoru, who's been in the lead since the start of the race!

"watch your wheels, satoru. keep pulling turns like that and you'll have to come get 'em changed. even you can't escape balding," you mutter with a smirk on your lips and you can imagine his indignant expression. "as much as i wish it'd come faster so you look less pretty."

"you think i'm pretty?" fuck. his shit-eating grin is evident in his tone.

"yeah, pretty stupid," you retort, face burning and glancing at suguru for help. he merely smiles in amusement, returning to whatever the job of lead mechanic requires. "finish the race and get back here so i can strangle you."

"shoko's gonna have a field day dealing with that one, boss."

"says the pr nightmare that got banned from pre-race interviews," you scoff and he slams his foot on the accelerator in response. "hey, hey, easy there; don't be breaking my car."

"i'll buy you a new one," he mutters, crossing the finish line like he'd done it in his sleep. the crew and his managers let out a collective sigh of relief before cheering like they'd won the lottery. you, however, are transfixed on the voice on the way to pull into the pit. "and whatever else you want for dealing with my bullshit all the time."

"look at you being all self-aware," you tease, "this is new and i'm not sure if i like it."

"i can go back to being an asshole, if you want," he suggests and your attention flicks to the vehicle pulling in and immediately being swarmed by reporters, cameras, and the crew. you set down your headphones at the same time he pulls off his helmet, shaking his head like a dog that just took a bath. despite the crowd of microphones being shoved in front of him and the champagne being popped over his head, the only priority in his mind is you. "hi, pretty," he whispers in your ear when he finally takes you in his arms, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "thanks for helping me win."

"i feel like i was a suggestion box whose papers were being incinerated," you argue lightheartedly. he shoots a look of warning to a reporter getting a little too close to you to be considered friendly and the man recoils in fear. "but i guess you did race pretty well."

"couldn't have done it without you," he murmurs lovingly.

"and you better not forget it."

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cosmicanakin · 4 months

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popular girl and her brainiac.

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

pairing. anakin skywalker x female reader.

outline. when your nerdy bf swings by for dinner, it evolves into way more than just eating.

contains. domestic fluff, soft smut, pinv.

authors note. insp by nai's @st4rfckerz post about nerdy!anakin. reader is the popular girl in the college they attend but is the opposite of the snobby mean ones <3

it’s friday night and you’ve been looking forward to having anakin over all week. as the popular girl in college, everyone’s always so surprised that you’re dating the shy, quiet nerd anakin skywalker. but they’ll never understand how sweet and caring he is behind those dorky glasses of his.

when anakin arrives, you greet him with a kiss. “hey handsome, come on in!” you say, taking his hand and leading him inside. “i made us pasta, it should be ready any minute.” anakin smiles shyly, waving with his free hand still clutching his worn copy of advanced hyperdrive mechanics.

“smells amazing, babe. thank you for inviting me over,” he says, pulling you in for a deeper kiss that leaves you weak. anakin might be reserved in public but he comes alive for you, passionate in ways others would never guess.

soon you’re both curled on the couch eating, talking about your days between bites. anakin tells you excitedly about the droid he’s been building in his workshop, eyes lighting up behind his spectacles. you could listen to him geek out for hours, loving this open, unguarded side of him.

after dinner anakin insists on doing the dishes while you set up the tv for a movie. crawling back to the couch, you snuggle into his side with a blanket as the opening credits roll. but anakin seems distracted, fiddling with his sleeves.

“what’s on your mind, babe?” you ask softly, tilting his chin to meet your gaze. he smiles shyly. “i...got you something. been working on it for a while, wasn’t sure when to give it...”

anakin reaches into his satchel and pulls out a small jewelry box, handing it to you with trembling fingers. inside lies the most delicate silver chain, a tiny heart charm swinging gently. “i made it myself in workshop,” he murmurs. “i know it isn’t much but i wanted you to have something from me...”

tears sprang in your eyes at his thoughtfulness and care. “anakin it’s perfect, i love it!” you whisper, kissing him tenderly. “thank you so much for thinking of me.” anakin grins in relief, helping you clasp the necklace before leaning in again simply wanting to taste the sweetness of your soft lips.

his hands tangle in your hair as the kiss deepens, full of warmth and longing. you melt into him, parting your lips in invitation as his tongue sweeps in. anakin tastes faintly of mint and you sigh, desire pooling low in your belly at his confidence.

his lips trail hotly down your neck as you arch back against the couch, breath coming in pants. anakin’s fingers slide up under your shirt, calloused yet gentle, setting your skin alight. you whimper, needing more contact, rolling your hips up desperately.

anakin groans, grinding down to meet your movements. “you feel so good, sweetheart,” he breathes against your lips, voice thick with want. his desire for you turns him uncivilized in the best way, raw masculinity underneath nerdy façade.

“take me to bed, ani,” you beg, losing yourself to rising fervor. he scoops you up effortlessly, lips never leaving yours as he carries you to the bedroom. anakin lays you down with reverence, slowly undressing you between hungry kisses across flushed skin.

when you’re both bare he starts kissing along your collarbone. “so beautiful,” he praises, stroking your sides gently. your hands roam his back, fingertips mapping every defined muscle. anakin fits against you perfectly, hard lines anchoring your softer curves.

finding your core ready and dripping, he eases inside with a gasp. you cling to each other, lost in sensation as anakin sets a steady rhythm. his whispers of love and affection in your ear wash over you, only increasing bliss. fingers entwining, you lose track of where you end and he begins, pleasure spiraling higher.

soon he hits that delicious gummy spot inside, lips claiming yours to swallow your cries. you’re so close, walls fluttering around anakin’s thick length. “let go for me, angel,” he urges, deepening his strokes. with a few presses more you break apart, wave after wave crashing through your joined bodies.

anakin follows soon after with a muffled groan, pulsing hot release inside you. for long moments you simply breathe together, coming down from ecstasy. he kisses your hair tenderly as you nuzzle into his strong arms, safe and sated.

later you both lie watching the city lights beyond your window, anakin absently playing with strands of your hair. “you’re the most gorgeous girl ever,” he whispers, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. you beam, fondly caressing his cheek.

“i love you, ani. don’t ever doubt it, nerd and all,” you slightly tease. anakin chuckles, tracing idle patterns across your bare skin. “and i love you, always.” his sure gaze holds steady promises for your future together as you drift off in his secure embrace, knowing how lucky you are to have found true love within his tender heart.

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planet-dusk · 1 year

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pay me // s.cb

you're having the worst month of your life: you got dumped by your ex, lost your job and now your car has broken down. luckily, the mechanic knows a way for you to repay him.

⛓️ PAIRING :: seo changbin x f!reader

⛓️ GENRE :: smut, dubcon, car mechanic!au

⛓️ WORD COUNT :: 1.3k

⛓️ WARNINGS :: dubcon !!! (sex as payment), mc is a virgin, corruption, degradation, mention of anal, pussy spanking, unprotected sex, oral (m), possessive behavior

⛓️ NOTE :: 18+ minors dni. this work contains dubcon. proceed with caution if the above warnings may be triggering to you. i do not condone any of these actions. the characters don't represent real people. this is fiction for entertainment purposes only. don't edit, copy, repost or otherwise steal my content.

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Your hands are shaking under the mechanic's stern gaze. Sweat coats your brow when your card declines for the third time.

“Are you sure the card works?” The man frowns. You’re standing in his small office at the back of the shop. It was the only one in town open on a Sunday and he towed your broken car all the way there.

You bounce on the balls of your feet. His dark eyes make you nervous. You know there’s not enough money in your account; the repair was more expensive than you expected.

“I can call someone. Let me grab my phone from my purse. It’s in the car.”

The truth is you have no idea who to ask for help. Your cheater of a boyfriend broke up with you last month. You don’t talk to your parents. And the handful of friends you’ve got all have their own troubles.

“So you can drive off without paying? Don’t think so.” The mechanic (Changbin, Seo according to the tag on his shirt) crosses his arms in front of his broad chest and watches you closely. “What kind of work do you do?”

“I-I,” you stutter, taken aback by the question. His probing eyes burn right through you so you don’t dare to tell him anything but the truth. If you’re lucky he might even take pity on you. “I got fired last month.”

“Sorry to hear that.” His smirk doesn’t match his words. “So I’m guessing you don’t have the money?”

“I promise I can pay you back later—”

He shakes his head and wipes his hands clean on a towel. “Heard that one too many times before. You’re not leaving without payment.”

Tears burn behind your eyes as everything around you comes crashing down. The breakup, losing your job, the car… It's too much. You blink the tears away and take a shaky breath. You’re not going to cry in the mechanic’s office.

The man steps closer and tilts your chin up with his hand. He smells like a mixture of motor oil and sandalwood. Something twists deep in your gut.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” He smiles. “I have a solution."

When the mechanic had told you how to repay your debt you’d expected he would want you to give him a quick handjob or suck him off. Even though you felt shame at such a transaction you had agreed. You didn’t see another way out. You’d just have to get him to cum quickly so you could leave and never think about this day again.

But it would be a lie to say your eyes weren’t drawn to his strong arms and muscular chest.

What you didn’t expect was for Changbin to put you over his lap with your skirt flipped up, the cold air hitting your exposed cunt.

He has been playing with your pussy for what feels like hours. His rough fingers circle your hole and trace your lips, ignoring your throbbing clit. It drives you crazy.

He laughs at your helpless wriggling and spreads your folds to spit in your hole. You can feel it trickle down together with the last of your dignity.

His wet thumb presses up higher, against your asshole and you gulp in surprise at the strange sensation.

“Have you been fucked here before?”

"N-no," you hiccup.

“Maybe I should be the first. Fuck your tight ass while your needy cunt stays empty until you’re begging me to cum.”

You can feel his heavy cock prodding at your stomach and you wince. He'll never fit. Fear mixes with arousal and he laughs again.

“Does that thought make you wet, sweetheart? Look at you. You’re fucking dripping.”

Changbin applies more pressure now, thumb almost breaching your rim. You realize he could do anything he wants to you.

And you would let him.

Shame washes over you and you hide your burning face in your hands.

"What's wrong, princess?" he mocks.

When you stay quiet Changbin slaps your pussy with the flat of his hand and you tremble at the sting. It’s the first attention your clit receives and the pain bleeds into a dull pleasure that settles in your core.

"Answer me."

You shake your legs anxiously. You and your ex never got the chance to take it any further than third base. He had already left you for another girl by then. One he could fuck any time he wanted. One that didn’t want to wait.

“I’ve never… I’m…” you start. “I’ve never had sex before.”

Changbin groans. You’re a virgin? His cock twitches at the thought of being the first man to fuck your pretty little cunt.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he echoes his earlier words. “I’ll ruin you for every man that comes after. Make sure you want nothing but my cock.”

You whine at his words. You feel so deprived you could cry.

"P-please," you whisper. The neediness in your own voice disgusts you.

"Please what? Please stop?"

You shake your head meekly. "Please, sir, want your cock."

Changbin laughs. "Such a spoiled little whore. Can't even pay me and now she wants my cock? What makes you think you deserve it?"

He slaps your clit again, harder this time. You sob.

“I-I’ll be good for you, sir.”

“You better be. I spent a whole day fixing your car.”

His strong arms hoist you up and he bends you over his desk, your hips hitting the hardwood tabletop. You hear him fumble with his zipper and then, without warning, you’re breached by his heavy cock.

You cry out at the burning sting, the stretch bringing tears to your eyes. “H-hurts, ah, sir—”

Changbin grunts and grasps your waist, setting a relentless pace. “You made a promise, sweetheart. Now pay me.”

You whimper and sob as his thick girth stretches you open. It’s a foreign sensation, pain mingling with pleasure until the sting fades away and all you can feel is the tightening knot in your tummy.

“You’re lucky no one else is here today to watch you getting fucked like a whore.” Changbin’s hands tighten their grasp. His hips snap into yours roughly, hard enough to bruise. “You fucking love this, don’t you?”

You mewl in response. It’s impossible to think straight when he’s pounding into you like this.

He laughs. “Who would’ve thought you’d be such a slut? Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. Gets me so hard, princess. Gonna make you cream around this cock until you can’t take it anymore.”

You’re crying and drooling all over his paperwork now. Your entire body burns in humiliation at getting fucked like this: bend over a desk in a repair shop, letting a stranger use your body for payment.

But the worst part is that you’re enjoying every minute of it.

“Make me cum, sir, please,” you’re begging him between sobs. You feel so high-strung you think you can snap at any moment.

Changbin slaps your ass harshly and you cum with a cry, your cunt squeezing around him like a vice. He fucks you through it until you’re clawing at his desk.

You gasp for air and try to squirm away from him. “Too much—sir, hhng, ahh—”

He pulls out and grabs your limp body to turn you around and force you down on your knees. You look up at him with wide eyes, red-rimmed and makeup smudged from crying.

“Look at what you do to me, sweetheart.” Changbin strokes your cheek and your shaky hands come up to guide his cock to your mouth. He’s fucked you so dumb you’d do anything to get more.

He rests the tip on your lips before pushing past them and drool spills from the sides of your mouth as you choke around his cock. “I think I’ll keep you here for a while longer, princess. Until I say your debt is paid.”

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fatuismooches · 1 month

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Self-indulgent Omega fic to help turn my writing brain back on, inspired by this brainrot. He is referred to as 24 in here as fragile reader hasn't named the segments yet. You two aren't the closest yet, but a chance encounter with the segment begins to change that. (I will respond to asks... eventually).

After a few centuries-long coma, when you woke up, the hardest thing to process wasn't that fact. It wasn't the fact your lover, who now went by "Dottore" instead of "Zandik" was now a powerful Harbinger. It wasn't the fact you had to deal with this illness for who knows how long (actually, this was quite hard to process, but you tried your best not to dwell on it.) Rather, it was the fact that Dottore now had copies of himself running around. And if you were to properly adjust to your new life, you absolutely had to make room for them. But that was easier said than done.

They were all Zandik, but at the same time, they felt like strangers to you. They were familiarly enigmatic as you had remembered the original one, but you weren't sure if you were good enough to puzzle each of them out all over again... However, pursuing Zandik as a student meant that you certainly were a persistent soul, so you would try!

One of Dottore's segments that you were trying to crack was named 24 (he hadn't bothered to give them names for some reason). 24 was tall and imposing, authoritative even among the segments, despite their tendency to bicker with one another. He was also different from the other segments in a way, but you couldn't put your finger on what exactly it was, for some reason. Needless to say, intriguing (just like all the others). Unfortunately, your attempts to move this relationship forward weren't going the smoothest. You found that even building up your courage for numerous minutes still resulted in a dry throat and awkward moments of the segment looking at you expectantly.

However, that would change one night.

Sleepless nights were frequent when you were a student, but they seemed to have followed you even all this time later. At least, instead of studying and dealing with assignments, you were left to stare at the ceiling in peace or pull out a nice book to read until you became sleepy again. But this time, no option satisfied you. You wanted company. And so you set off to find Dottore. The walk was always nice, but it seemed like you were more tired than you thought, as you eventually realized you were definitely not going the right way in the maze of a building, evident from the recognizable doors of one of the main labs.

Well, you were already here, and you didn't want to walk all the way back. You should just enter and loop your way back around somehow. Judging from the silence on the other side, there was most likely no one else there either, which was good for you! And so you pushed the doors open, intent on entering until you saw him.

24.

He sat there unmasked, screwdriver in hand, carefully tweaking himself, a few other tools to the side as well. Wait, a screwdriver to his face? You squinted a bit more and that's when you realized he... had no face? Well, kind of, he had a mouth and squishy cheeks, but the upper half was replaced by mechanics instead. A gleaming red gem in the middle along with blue wires made up 24's face in replacement for actual eyes, You had no clue that this was what he really looked like.

You were a mix of shock and awe. It was surprising but you supposed you should have expected the segments, who weren't human, to have some features like this. And didn't Prime say 24 was the most recently made segment? More recent, more advanced, you guessed. But you also had a feeling you really shouldn't have walked in on this, so you should leave while you still could. Maybe 24 didn't notice you yet-

"It's awfully past your bedtime, isn't it, [Name]?" 24 hummed, continuing whatever modification he was doing calmly, not the slightest bothered by your intrusion, or by the fact you saw his face. You wanted to retort with something, but your usual attitude with Zandik seemed to die down around this individual that you had yet to become fully comfortable with.

"I could not sleep. So I took a walk." You glanced away from 24, then back at him. "What... what are you doing?" You asked, curiosity overtaking your nervousness.

"Simply performing some routine maintenance. I will be finished soon, and then-"

"Can I see?" The sudden, rather eager question from you, made 24 pause. You had always been quiet and a bit jumpy around him, so this sudden change in attitude had him interested. On the contrary, he thought that seeing this inhuman face of his would make you keep your distance more, but it attracted you? Not what the segment predicted, but he found himself enjoying the surprises you brought with you.

You, on the other hand, were reminded of the old days of helping Zandik put together and apart various contraptions. It was a mixture of 24's display and also the star in the middle, which reminded you of all the Ruin Guards you'd dissected in the Akademiya. It was quite fun. You wanted to see more. Hopefully, this could be a splendid opportunity to satiate your inner researcher and also get closer to the segment.

"Of course, if that is what you'd like." You walked up to him, steps full of caution yet fascination. The way his fingers maneuvered effortlessly with precision at something that appeared delicate - it was very cool, to you at least.

"You don't need a mirror or anything?"

"No, I know my body more than well enough."

"Do you have any sensation up there?"

"Yes, I can feel my own fingers when they brush against it."

"Can I touch you?" Though 24 had entertained your barrage of questions, it was this request that made him pause his work and stare at you. The red star that glimmered intensely at you suddenly made your nervousness go all the way up again.

"I'm sor-"

"Very well," 24 interrupted you, placing his hands on his lap, now looking at you expectantly. You held back a sigh of relief as you stepped even closer to him, giving his upper mechanical face an experimental tap. He didn't react outwardly, but you could tell he felt that. Gulping, you tried again, this time gliding your finger over the blue lines imprinted on the black background. And then the red star in the middle, you gave into the urge to press down on it like a button. Still, 24 seemed to be unbothered. Darn, you had hoped he was ticklish there or something.

Regardless, the area was pretty hard, compared to the softness of his cheeks, which you unconsciously slid another finger down to calculate the exact difference. Until a hand grasped your own, not too tight or too light, firm enough to make you jump.

"[Name], would you care to explain your reasons for such prodding?" Oops. 24 didn't seem very amused.

"I have no intentions, I am just interested in feeling you." As soon as the words came out, you realized how they sounded and rushed to clarify yourself. "Because I've never seen anything like this before! The technology is just interesting to me! As a scholar and all! You understand, right?" But alas, from the now growing smirk on his face, you had already lost.

"Is that so? I shall allow you to continue then, if that is what you wish. I would never block a fellow scholar's pursuit of knowledge," he grinned, pointy teeth grazing his lip as he let go of your hand. Ugh, he was definitely making fun of you.

"And, if you truly desire to obtain satisfactory results, you should come closer, no?" At that moment, the segment suddenly pulled you toward him so that you fell into his lap, legs draped over him and chests nearly pressed against each other. It was rather intimate - the only other lap you've been on was Prime Dottore's. But although your heart was beating quicker than normal, you liked how it felt...

"Better?"

"Yes," your lone word came out quiet, an attempt to hide your flustered state. But you quickly moved on, not wanting to endure further teasing. "S-So, how do you see? Since you have no... you know." 24 chuckled, relishing in the state he and he only reduced you to. But he decided to spare you this one time. He didn't want to drive you too far away now, did he, now that he finally had the chance to be alone with you.

"I have a Kamera installed inside."

"A... Kamera?" The unfamiliar word felt strange on your tongue. You never heard of such a thing.

"It is a device that takes photographs. A photograph is..." 24 pondered, trying to come up with the simplest definition for someone who hadn't had knowledge of the developments of the past four hundred years yet. "It is something that captures a moment of time in physical form." You furrowed your eyebrows at that. It sort of made sense, but it also didn't. How could time be permanent? From the expression on your face, 24 could tell you most definitely wanted to see a Kamera.

"I shall show you it-" you brightened up, "in the morning," and then deflated. "You have delayed far too long, and no one will let you sleep in." You pouted at this finality.

"But what if I want to stay with you?"

"I will accompany you back to your room, and wait until you fall asleep. Is that satisfactory?" You nodded, and then you were lifted into the air as 24 began to carry you effortlessly, making his way to dreary corridors.

And so you began to reflect in the segment's arms, which had gone from never touching you to holding you so intimately. You were surprised to see this side of the segment - you never thought he could act this way. But you suppose, if Dottore cares for you, then the rest of them really do as well.

"We should talk more," you said, just as he slipped you right back into bed. "It would be fun, I think." You don't know why you felt the need to provide a reason, perhaps because he was undoubtedly extremely busy and had better things to do than chat with you all day. And ugh - "fun"? That was such a stupid reason. Why would 24 care about fun? But he seemed to find your request attractive anyway.

"I have harbored the same sentiment for a while. I await our future conversations with great anticipation, [Name]." With a light feeling in your heart, greatly proud of yourself for your progress with the segment, the sleepiness began to settle in once more. The last thing you saw before you fell asleep was the red glow emitting from 24.

From the day he came into this world as 24, to the day you named him to live and die as Omega, he will love you.

#smooches talks #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #dottore x reader #did u guys know i love omega...#i also have a lil cute idea of comforting him after the other segments stress him out #sniffs... i miss him... i miss the silly pookie...#i also have a lil hc that reader calls him 'mega but i should keep the delusions to myself huh #divider by cafekitsune #i wrote this in like one sitting which is pretty impressive for me #(i get distracted and unmotivated quickly)#why am i actually kinda proud of this...

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alatushours · 30 days

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☆ LOVE POTION, various — he doesn’t know much about love, but he’ll try his best for you.

contents. featuring xiao, dan heng, and roronoa zoro. gender neutral reader, fluff. xiao + zoro is canon au, dan heng’s is modern! your first date with each of the boys ♡ word count. 537

notes. writing the prompt “love potion” for my own event despite it having been closed for a month LMAO i just need an excuse to write something… anyways uh pls pretend i’m not writing xiao when i said i wouldn’t in a while 🫣 i have a wip for tighnari otw i promise !!!

xiao has never been interested in mortal celebrations. but after meeting you, he can’t help but want to learn more about them. “would you… want to come to the lantern rite with me?”

you were pleasantly surprised when he asked; glad to see that the yaksha was finally coming out of his shell. you laughed, took his hand (which prompted a blushing mess out of him), and led him down to the harbor, where the festivities were already starting.

figuring he still wasn’t too comfortable being around large crowds of mortals, you took him to a secluded spot on a hill by the pavilion, close enough so that you could still see the lanterns that lit up the sky.

“they’re beautiful, aren’t they?” you ask him, following his eyes as he stared at tiny glowing dots fading in the night. xiao nods slowly, seemingly mesmerized by the sight. you smile softly, leaning your head on his shoulder as the two of you watch the fireworks show that followed.

dan heng, being a bit of a bookworm, was a little… socially awkward, to say the least. luckily, you found his quirks entertaining. “there’s a new bookstore that opened across the street… would you be interested?”

so one tuesday afternoon, you meet him by the park, where he stood with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. you giggle when he awkwardly offers them to you. “of course, why else would you have bought them for?”

making you way to the bookstore, dan heng watches as you stroll down the aisles, picking out some you wanted. he felt his heart swell as he spies his favorite novel in your hand. “i didn’t know you liked that book too…”

the two of you end up spending the rest of the afternoon in the cafe next door, chatting about your favorite books over coffee. he smiles, maybe being a geek isn’t a such bad thing after all.

zoro never quite wanted to leave the sunny when the crew docked on a new island; he preferred to stay behind and take a nap, or train. but you always encouraged him to come along, and he finally decided to go along with it. “i’m gonna go explore… if ‘ya wanna come with.”

there happened to be a small crafts market in the town nearby, so you and zoro (mostly just you) went admiring the handicrafts the stalls had on display. "aww, how lovely!" you admire a little clockwork deer that reminded you a bit of chopper.

then you realized you had some business to attend to in town, so you left zoro behind for a few minutes, saying, "don't you dare get lost while i'm gone!" he stands there awkwardly, before glancing back at the crafts stall. while i'm here...

...and then of course you happen to accidentally encounter the marines, causing you to have to run back to the ship with zoro in tow. when you're finally safe in the crow's nest of the sunny, however... he presented you with the mechanical deer toy from earlier, to your joy. "i don't have that many berries but.. i know you wanted it, so i guess i'll just have to pay nami back later."

end notes. i thought i would write a lot for xiao but i ended up writing more for zoro lmao he’s been taking up all of my brain recently but i hope you enjoyed <3

#candy hearts : an event ♡#໒��՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა mari writes !#this is long overdue huh…#xiao x reader #xiao genshin impact #xiao fluff #dan heng x reader #dan heng hsr #dan heng fluff #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro one piece #zoro fluff

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inbabylontheywept · 10 months

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"I will solve you if I must."

Arkinot knew what humans looked like. They were half his size, soft, pink, and easily bullied. He knew this because he’d spent the last two weeks terrifying a team of human diplomats sent to negotiate trade deals. It was something of a science to him at this point: Small but weak species sends in their diplomats, he spends a week or two terrifying them in close quarters, then he offers them some dogshit trade deals in exchange for getting to leave early. They take the deal, he gets richer, and in a manner of speaking, the universe becomes a better place. Being a coward was the kind of thing that really should be taxed, and he liked to think of his negotiation style as exactly that: A coward tax.

Still, that was far dominating his thoughts at the moment. The conundrum his brain was struggling to untangle was that he knew what a human looked like, and the thing in front of him was not a human. It wore human robes, but underneath the robes, it appeared to be a tank that someone had glued several monitors to. Maybe even an antennae of some kind. It was such a chaotic jumble that it was almost funny. The one part of it that really seemed to be going too far was the badge sewn into the front designating it as an official diplomat.

He stepped a few feet closer to inspect the possible art piece. He barely had begun to reach his hand forward to lift the tent sized robe when a mechanical claw pushed forward and clasped around his arm, painless but implacable.

“What the fuck-”

He didn’t hear the voice from the thing, nor did he hear it in his mind, as he’d felt with some of the telepathic races. The voice of this abomination felt like it was being physically projected directly inside his own ear, as if its mouth was just a fraction of a centimeter away from his ear drum.

“Arkinot.”

He threw up. The words weren’t loud but they seemed to have some kind of disproportionate effect on his balancing organs. The world was sent spinning and he could barely tell up from down. A second bolt of pain blossomed, this time from the back of his head. It took him a good moment to realize that he’d fallen flat on his back. He didn’t know a simple sound could cause so much damage.

And then it continued.

“You make threats you have no ability to back up. You will learn.”

Even with his senses scrambled, he could feel something cold and metallic pressed into his hand. He was too incoherent to guess what.

He wasn’t sure if the voice retracted from his ear out of pity, or because it knew that it had proved its point, but he was grateful to hear the rest of the message without feeling like someone was trying to jam stakes into his brain.

“A copy has already been sent to your high command. Your ‘diplomacy’ has already been bypassed. This is simply a personal education on the nature of human violence. Summon me when you understand.”

He rolled over to see the thing lurching down the hall. Even in his disoriented state, he could see something human in it, something imperceptibly satisfied with the message it had delivered. Part of him wondered if there was some small lump of flesh buried deep inside that horror, or if it was just mind made metal, an engram with form.

Perhaps sensing his gaze, it paused. It didn’t turn around, but he doubted that its vision was as limited as eyes were. The voice projected forward again, mercifully short of his ear, but still too close for comfort. He could almost imagine the hot breath of it bouncing off his face, mere millimeters away from his face.

“I will know when you are done. Do not make me find you.”

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It had taken him half an hour to work up the will to pull himself up from his pool of stale vomit, and another ten minutes to stagger back to his cabin. He’d needed to lean against the wall for the entire walk back. He was genuinely concerned that his balance had been permanently damaged.

He did his first inspection of the object he’d been gifted. It was, technically, a data slate, but that was somewhat akin to calling a reactor a steam engine. The specs on it didn’t even make sense to him. What the hell was an exaHz? What was a Bekenstein limit? How could storage be at 137% of it? Couldn’t be much of a limit if it went over 100.

The device seemed to recognize it was being inspected and raised a query of its own.

User: Arkinot?

He nodded dumbly. The slate whirred for a few seconds, genuinely struggling to process what it was about to do.

And then it began.

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Arkinot stumbled out of the room seventeen hours later. He wasn’t terrified. He’d run out of the emotional energy needed to feel fear after the first two hours of calm, methodical instruction presented to him by the dataslate.

He had learned about the nature of human violence. It was no hot blooded slaughter, no prayer of eternal vengeance. It was an industrial event to them, something to be mass produced until the market flooded over and peace became the new commodity of choice.

And they could do that. Easily. He’d seen blueprints for factories that built factories that built factories. Replicating swarms of mining bots.

The smallest time vs. production curve he’d seen was for their assault cruisers, and it was still a fourth order polynomial. If for some reason they needed to wage war for over a year, they could feasibly consume more than 30% of the mass of their first three industrial worlds.

And they had more than forty left in reserve.

He’d assume earlier that he was arguing from a position of strength because they didn’t have an active armada. He realized that the reason they hadn’t bothered was because they’d be able to produce one as large as his entire species fleet in under 48 hours.

His balance was back. He barely noticed. He followed the same path he had before, noticed in an offhanded way that the vomit had been cleaned. The human diplomat must have called that in. He certainly hadn’t.

He was now in the human section of the station, and while he could sense a wariness in the steps of the pink things around him, it was hardly the full blown fear he’d managed to instill just 24 hours before. They knew that they’d managed to summon a stronger predator than him.

He knew it too.

The door that he’d been summoned to was a repurposed garage. He supposed nothing else would fit someone so large. He knocked twice on the corrugated steel before it began to roll up.

The robes were gone. Still no visible flesh, but at least with all the machinery in sight he had a better idea of what he was looking at. He still didn't see any pink skin there, but he didn't have to when he could see rack after rack of eletroneural interfaces.

So there was a brain in there. A human brain. Probably very little else.

A faint twitch of its insectoid legs gave away its impatience. Ah. So it was waiting for him to speak.

“You didn’t need… Damn. How large was that presentation?”

The voice was almost offhanded in its response.

“208 yottabytes.”

Arkinot’s brain skipped over the scale of that number. It was absurdly massive. Apparently, everything that the humans really put their minds to turned absurdly massive.

“You didn’t need 208 yottabytes to say that you could kick our asses.”

The faint twitching gave away, replaced by an uncanny stillness. It wasn’t the frozen stiffness of a robot, it was the tense, rigid posture of someone showing a considerable amount of restraint.

“No. You certainly didn’t when you said that to us. What I needed 208 yottabytes for was showing you how I would ‘kick your asses.’ It is worth considering how much scarier that is than your empty words.”

There was a brief noise, like rustling through the speaker, and he realized that the machine had done the purely auditory equivalent of taking a breath. The action was somehow more unsettling than the purely mechanical affect he’d seen before. It made him realize just how close any of the other soft pink things running around the halls were to becoming something like this, something that could crush him with a thought.

His thoughts were interrupted by the man-machine’s closing words, tired but dangerous.

“Do not threaten our diplomats again. It is their job to be patient. It is my job to solve problems. I will solve you if I must.”

That same tired voice spoke again, millimeters from his ear.

“Now, don't let me detain you.”

He did what any sane sapient would do.

He ran.

#hfy #humanity fuck yeah #humans are space oddities #science fiction #scifi #humans are space orcs #creative writing #writing #cybernetics

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mooselybased · 6 months

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What's this?? It's the Dad Squad from The Adventure Zone: Dadlands, all together in a single platform fighter moveset! Enter Briquette Hoggins, Chip Hugginsbee, Guy Ferrari, and Coach Red Ruffinsore!

I wanted to include a law/chaos meter mechanic in this, so here's how this one works. You play as one dad at a time, and each of the four special moves will swap you to the corresponding dad. Landing hits as a chaos dad (Briquette or Chip) will raise your chaos but drop your law. Landing hits as a law dad (Guy or Red) will raise your law but drop your chaos. Most standard attacks are themed after one type of dad (grill, vacation, car, or sports), and landing hits themed to your current dad will give extra meter. You can spend meter by holding down the special buttons for powered up versions of those attacks. Spend chaos for stronger neutral or up specials, and spend law for stronger side or down specials.

Now for the moveset itself. The down special swaps you to Coach Red Ruffinsore, who let's out a piercing toot on his whistle for high damage but practically no range. Spend law meter to chain together several whistles with no cooldown.

The side special swaps you to Guy Ferrari, who will drive forward a good distance in his Hyundai Elantra. Spend law meter to instead drive Yvette the Corvette, which explodes for massive damage at the end of the move.

The neutral specials swaps you to Chip Hugginsbee, who will toss a snack from his backpack in a lofty arc. Spend chaos meter to instead whip out just a gun, for a faster and more powerful projectile that shoots straight forward.

The up special swaps you to Briquette Hoggins, who fires a cut of meat from his chest cavity straight down, giving him a small bit of air in the process. Spend chaos meter to instead summon Chokey the barbecue spirit, which propels Briquette faster, further, and in any direction.

The Dad Squad's finale has them reach into a Continuity Obliterating Recurrent Neutrino (or, C.O.R.N.) Hole, extruding them through time and space. Briefly, all four dads, and fractal copies of them, will spread horizontally across the stage, moving and attacking in unison.

To those who made it this far, thanks! This was my 29th moveset concept in this series, and I'm planning on taking a break from this once I post the 30th one. Lemme know if you have any guesses as to who it might be, and I'll see y'all then!

#moose doodles #the adventure zone #taz #the zone cast #dadlands #taz dadlands #briquette hoggins #chip hugginsbee #guy ferrari #coach red ruffinsore #hypothetical taz fighter

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amorechris · 1 year

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Brooklyn Baby

SUMMARY : After a case that hit close to you, not only were the victims paper copy of you, and you had taken on a very heated standoff with the unsub. When you all return to quantico you are greeted with another case, however your boss seems to have a soft spot for you.

PROMPT : "I need a good cry and a shower. So give me like half an hour and then we go kick some ass."

WARNINGS : fluff, mentions of bau gore, cuteness, bau fluff, and more of the cutest fluff, comfort, bad humor

YOU TRUTHFULLY DIDN'T KNOW HOW YOU HADN'T BROKE DOWN, the team didn't either. The case was tuff for you as these victims were a clear lead to who he was really after, you. You had to admit the man was clever, he had picked a state you did college in and did murders there to lure you out there back to your home, Brooklyn. From there things got worse by the minute.

When you were in the stand-down it was after an attack of he purposely crashing into the SUV you had been in on purpose. He had tried to abduct you but even in you bloodied cut up state you had managed to take him down. Though it ended with a concussion, and a bullet graze. It was truly admirable to Hotchner how you showed such strength through the case and the team would've been lying if they said they didn't admire you at all.

Though you should've known that it would come flooding the second you got even a minute alone. So when you had stuffed your go bag back under your desk the team had dispersed to get coffee, bathroom breaks, vending machine snacks, before they went to see what their second case was.

You had sat down and stared at your file covered desk and slowly the lights around you became shiny, your bottom lip quivered unintentionally and slowly your eyes blurred like how they would when you first take your contacts out. You felt the tears falling down your cheeks without even blinking.

You were the person that disguised or hid your emotion through humor, it was a coping mechanism and Spencer had told you that multiple times when you guys would have small outings for coffee and library breaks. However it was just your personality and it was a quality that actually people liked.

You hadn't noticed when Dave came out of his office taking one glance at you and lightly knocked on hotch's window. Soon somebody was standing in front of you and slowly you could hear people like Morgan and JJ asking if you were alright. However you snorted lightly and wiped your eyes.

You looked up at your boss who had discarded his stoic expression and it was replaced with concern. Spencer was already running to the coffee machine, and Morgan was going to get Penelope to come in with her special 'cheer up' stuffed animal. All your teammates contributed in different ways and you all cared foe each other and took care of each other like family.

The thought, the deep of having a family you thought you would never had made you cry a bit harder.

"I need a good cry and a shower. So give me like half an hour and then we go kick some ass."

You had let out a mix of a sob and a laugh before you stood up and and Hotchner put his arm out resting his hand on your lower back. You wiped you eyes thankful you had waterproof mascara and internally cheered that you could cry and not look like a marble painting.

As you reached the door Hotch held it open for you and you spun around with tear stained cheeks and damp eyes holding a thumbs up to your team who had watched and looked worried until you flashed them a smile.

Hotch shook his head sighing and led you out the door and into the elevator and you sniffed wiping your nose as Hotch turned to you once the doors shut.

"Are you okay?"

You nodded and turned to him. "Hotch, I have a question..." you said looking down at your feet.

He turned to face you as you now both stood face to face with backs on either side of the elevator. "If it's time off then, of course."

You smiled softly but shook her head. "No, no. Guess what’s on the menu?" You asked and he shook his head. "Oh god, what is it?" he asked and you snorted.

"Me-n-u."

Hotch unintentionally let out a small laugh but he shut his mouth and stared at you with wide eyes you had the biggest beaming smile.

"I laughed because it was bad."

"mhmm sure, you know you liked it."

"Stop talking."

"But you didn't hear the one about the boats!"

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