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pooltoyjoy · 3 months
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test Toffee's self control/obedience training: put a micro prey furry on its nose and tell it not to eat them...
...this is Toffee btw if you've not seen it:
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frenchfrywrites · 1 year
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Okay scout here again,
So we’ve discussed the obey me brothers and g/t but always about the twisted wonderland 3rd years or staff?
HM!
Cater: Loves being a lil guy! He soaks up all the attention that you give him. If he wants more attention he makes copies of himself and you can have not just one lil Cater but two (or more) little Cater's!!!
Trey: I can see him loving being the bigger one. You know he's got those natural caretaker instincts.. he's loving you all small and cute! And he'll bake you little treats to snack on <3
Leona: I think he'd much prefer to be tiny.. He'd looove all the new nap spots he can take advantage of. He has so many more excuses to be lazy too- cant pick up pen so he can't do work 💀
Rook: Ohoho idk! I think it could go either way for him! If he's tiny he's rambling about how exciting it is to see a world from a new perspective, but he'd also be really good at taking care of you if you're the tiny one
Vil: Honestly I can see him fawning over a tiny you.. especially if you let him try to make clothes for you. He's showing you off to everyone, but absolutely no one but him gets to touch you in this delicate state!
Idia: He'd LOVE to be small and tiny! He's so flustered and turned on by your delicate touch and the way that you care for him. If you call him cute he curls up into a little ball and flushes a bright red!
Malleus: ooh.. I think he'd like to be tiny.. So many people are intimidated by him, and at his new height he feels very much the opposite! He likes putting his trust and safety in your hands. He could easily make himself bigger with magic at any point but chooses not to lmao
Lilia: Oh he'd have a blast with a tiny you! He's delighted to hold you in his hands and carry you where ever you need to go. Tbh tho.. I can see him sticking you in his pocket and forgetting you're there so.. watch out
Sam: Mmm I can see him enjoying it either way! If he's big he does a pretty good job of taking care of you, but certainly teases you. If he's the tiny one he wants to hear about how cute you think he is,, the increased attention is a delight to him.
Crewel: Would much prefer you to be tiny. He treats you like a doll,, hehehe I'm kinda kidding, but for real he does a nice job of taking care of you, and thinks you're very sweet and cute while tiny.
Vargas: Oh he wants to be smol!!! He can't remember the last time someone called him tiny, and he finds he likes it!? He's obsessed with the amount of attention and care he gets from you.
Trein: I think he'd like to be big because he'd be suuuch a good caretaker. However! I want to see this man tiny!! I think he deserves some rest and care that he could only achieve if he was sleeping in your breast pocket or curled up in in your palms.
Crowley: Absolutely wants to be the tiny one. He'd looove to have your attention 24/7! He makes sure you never forget where he is, and clings to you constantly.
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animalshowdown · 3 months
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Phylum Round 1.5
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Xenacoelomorpha: Small, flat, worm-like animals that live in marine and brackish sediments, and sometimes around hydrothermal vents. They can be free-living, symbiotic, or parasitic. A unique feature is that their stomachs lack nerve cells, unlike many other animals. Their evolutionary relationship to the rest of Animalia has been highly debated, and very little is known about their lifestyles.
Micrognathozoa: Presumably the smallest phylum, this group consists of a single species, Limnognathia maerski. In addition to being the smallest phylum, it may also be the smallest animal, with an average length of 100 micrometers. Despite this, it has complex jaws with 15 independently moving parts. Since this phylum has not been well-studied, all individuals that have been collected so far have been female.
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linkspussy · 22 days
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The micro/macro Zelink omo but what if Link was a little pee shy ^^
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polyamoryfacts · 1 year
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Non-monogamy terms explained with the Ides of March
partner: A knife lies before you. You grab it. It fits into your hand perfectly.
new relationship energy: You feel invigorated. Your friends start gently complaining how you and your knife are joined at the hip.
nesting partner: You have brought the knife home. You can see yourself spending a significant amount of time with the knife around each day.
spouse: You decide you and this knife will stay together till death you parts.
munch: your senator pal Brutus invites you to dinner. You bring your knife. Of course you bring your knife. You have fun and decide to come back.
scene friends: Brutus and his knife like you and your knife.
private play party: They invite you to a more exclusive event. It will be just them and you and about 50 or 60 other people.
don't ask, don't tell: You go there. You have a hunch you know all of those people, but with what Brutus is discussing, you would rather not have it confirmed.
swinging: That night, in preparation for what is to come, you try handling all sorts of different knives. In the end, you return home with the knife you brought. You are happier for it, yet plagued with worry about whether you have done the right thing.
kitchen table polyamory: people sure have brought a lot of knives to this senate meeting.
polycule: You and the others are surrounding Caesar. You can barely make out which knife belongs to whom. Maybe it doesn't matter.
metamour: You stand over Caesar, about to stab him. You glance up and see another person about to stab Caesar. You nod. They nod back.
compersion: They reach out and gently adjust your grip on your knife. And while it is your knife still, in this moment, you both share a bond unique and different than the one of a senator and his knife.
aftercare: Caesar is lying dead on the floor of the hall. You absentmindedly polish your knife. You are not sure if you are present in this reality.
community leader: that asshole Marc Anthony is holding a speech. You realize nothing good ever comes out of someone calling himself "not an orator" in a public speech.
relationship anarchy: the plebs is burning down your house. You are not sure where your knife is or whether you should care at this point.
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entomolog-t · 9 months
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Just a lil kith 😙
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AHH this isn’t even G/t July related I just had such brain rot over the thought of Aedes being both scared and flustered as June kisses him on his chest/stomach?? Like?? The stomach is both super vulnerable and super intimate, so that primal part of his brain is just screaming that this isn’t safe, while the other half of his brain is just spinning over physical affection?? 
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Gimme the fluffy fear play. 
Definitely want to color this, maybe play around with the pose a bit... might make this into a lil comic for one of the G/t July prompts, who knows?
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maybebabyplease · 1 year
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a little remus and sirius rescue harry from the dursleys for the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt:
hang out space
Remus and Sirius are frantic when Harry disappears. When they find him, sadness and guilt cut through their relief. He’s curled up in his closet on a pile of pillows and blankets, holding a flashlight and a picture book, his fingers and mouth moving as he reads the words. Harry, startled to see them, tries to hide his book under a pillow.
Remus shoots Sirius a look. Sirius crouches down, puts a hand out like you might for a scared puppy. Harry shrinks away, at first, but after a minute, he puts his tiny hand in Sirius’. 
“Come on, Harry,” says Sirius, holding their hands tightly together. “Let’s make a blanket fort, yeah? Moony will help.” 
Harry smiles, small, and starts gathering up pillows. The three of them transform Harry’s bedroom into a giant blanket fort, and Remus spells little lights to float throughout. 
Harry plops down, tired but happy. “I can play here?” he asks, looking up at Remus.
Remus’ heart squeezes. “Yes, Harry. This is your space.”
Tilting his head, Harry thinks for a minute. “My hang out space?” he asks, worrying at the skin on his thumb.
“All yours,” says Sirius. He sits down next to Harry and wraps an arm around him. “But we’ll stay here with you as long as you like.”
Harry looks up at him, eyes wide. “Forever?”
“Yeah, peanut,” says Remus, messing up Harry’s hair. “All three of us, forever.”
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carnivorousyandeere · 5 months
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Is Marcus too mean?
Like you tell him, “I think my friends are getting tired of me. I think maybe… I’m annoying, or awkward, or come across the wrong way…”
And he (in more professional language) is just like “Yeah, probably lol. You should quit talking to them.”
When, y’know, your friends are probably just busy with work and school and family shit, or Marcus is sabotaging their lives and relationships to keep them away from you, too…
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susartwork · 13 days
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Redraw of my old Inversoswap comic page for funsies! ( o`ω′)ノ
Inversoswap concept by @artistoons-blog-thing and me OG Inversotale belongs to @nova2cosmos Yosa belongs to @foxalone Ruby belongs to @rubytale-chapter2 Basic belongs to me
The other MxH Fanclub members: @au-mashup-party | @technicolor-chocolate | @crazygemspinz | @parniathedevil (new member!)
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t1oui · 21 hours
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@jegulus-microfic | april 25th | headlights | 1,222 words | cw: mentions of a car accident, hospitals, mentions of smoking (nothing graphic)
Regulus tries so hard to think that Sirius is an idiot. That bloody thing'll kill you, he remembers saying. Sirius had only laughed. No one's laughing now.
It was just a Friday night. Regulus got home from work late and was looking forward to doing nothing until Monday morning. Was looking forward to being alone, sitting around with popcorn and staring at the telly until he fell asleep. Now, the idea of a simple night in feels light years away.
He never gets what he wants.
Sitting on a stiff white chair outside Sirius's room at St. Mungo's, Regulus's leg bounces up and down at a frantic pace, mind racing. Didn't he see the headlights? Didn't he try and stop? It wasn't his fault, they said. Regulus's older brother is in a hospital bed and he wants to strangle the idiot who put him there.
Remus is sitting across from him, eyes red-rimmed and body curled in around himself. He arrived before Regulus. Pettigrew was pacing until Remus yelled at him and he mumbled something about getting a coffee.
It feels like hours before Potter arrives. Regulus and Remus are only taking up two of maybe eight seats crowded into the hallway, but James sits right next to him. He's crying, too busy looking at his phone to pay Regulus any mind beside him.
"Why are you here?" Regulus grumbles. He sounds like shit. The corridor is far too bright for someone who wants to crawl into a hole and never come out. James glances up at him, looking confused and distressed and tired. God, Regulus is so fucking tired.
"My best friend is... he's...." James gestures helplessly to the room behind them. They're not whispering, but their voices are hoarse. Remus isn't paying attention anyway - he's been staring into space for hours now. "He's in there."
"No," Regulus says, shaking his head in frustration. He hates when people don't understand him. "Why are you... here. There's so many seats."
James stares at him for a moment. He still holds his phone in his lap - if Regulus looks closely, he can see the name Lily written across the top of the screen with a pink flower beside it. James opens his mouth to speak, but Regulus interrupts him, pointing to the phone.
"That's a hibiscus flower, you know."
"What?" James doesn't sound like he's actually processing anything Regulus is saying. Regulus presses his finger next to Lily's contact name. He remembers her from school. He never liked her much.
"The flower here," he says. "It's not a lily. It's a hibiscus."
James sniffles, shrugging helplessly. "There's no lily emoji," he says. "This one's good enough."
Regulus doesn't say that he thinks that's sort of stupid. He's too tired to, and he knows James doesn't really care. Who does?
"I don't want to be lonely," James tells him. Regulus stares at his ear.
"What?"
"You asked," James says, shrugging again. He shrugs a lot. "Why I sat next to you."
Regulus looks up, glances over to Remus. He's managed to gather all of his limbs up onto the small hospital chair and is staring into space, eyes glazed over, arms wrapped around his knees. "Why didn't you sit next to him?"
James's answer comes so quiet that he has to lean closer to hear. "I'd still be alone."
Regulus stares at him. "Oh." He wonders where Pettigrew's gotten off to. Wonders if Lily will come to take James home, will gather Remus into the car too. Wonders who will take him home now that the motorcycle he hates so much is nothing more than a pile of scraps, its owner not much more.
"D'you wanna see a picture of my cat?" James asks. Regulus looks back at him. James is tilting his phone towards Regulus, even though he never answered, and Regulus finds himself leaning closer again to look. His cheek brushes James's shoulder, and he expects James to tense up - they barely know each other. James is probably humoring him, but his best friend's weird little brother leaning his head on his shoulder is probably the last straw. James is just being nice because he's sad. Last Regulus heard, he has a pretty girl and a son waiting for him at home.
But James leans into the touch. Regulus is too tired to pull away. (Part of him doesn't want to pull away. He tells this part to be quiet.)
"Her name's Leo," James says, holding up his phone to reveal a small gray tabby. The smile is evident in his voice, which is soft and close to Regulus's ear. It sounds like a lullaby. "Harry named her."
"Leo," Regulus says softly. James's curls are tickling his cheek. It's not an unpleasant feeling - it reminds him of walking barefoot over grass on a sunny day.
"Like the constellation," James explains. "It's Haz's favorite. 'Course, he is a Leo, so he's a bit biased there...."
Regulus glances down and notices his fingers loosely intertwined with James's. He doesn't remember doing that.
"Leo's the constellation -" he begins.
"Your star," James replies. He sighs softly, content but a little shaky. "Yeah."
They're both silent for a while. It's weirdly comfortable, even in the buzzing hospital, even with Remus sitting numb across from them and Sirius laying unconscious behind them and Peter knocking around, probably smoking the pack of cigarettes Regulus saw him slip out of Remus's pocket before he disappeared.
"Is Lily going to pick you up?" Regulus asks.
"She has Harry tonight," James says instead of answering. It only leaves Regulus with more questions.
"I thought..." Regulus begins, but he doesn't know what he thinks, not really. James seems to, though.
"We broke up," he says simply. He shrugs a little, only one shoulder, trying not to jostle Regulus's head. "Few years ago."
Regulus is quiet for a while. He remembers school, seeing James's golden-brown arm wrapped around Lily's pale shoulders. He remembers a pang of pain at the sight, feels it now, a dull ache located deep within his chest. "I'm sorry to hear that," he says, but he doesn't sound sincere.
"Don't be," James says. He's turned his head, and his lips brush just barely against Regulus's forehead. He should pull away, but instead, he just closes his eyes. "She's my best friend."
Regulus squeezes James's hand. "I'm glad you're here," he whispers.
James squeezes back. "I'm glad you're here, too," he replies.
He sets his phone down on his lap, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a jumbled ball of headphones. He tries for a minute or so to untangle them one-handed before finally sighing and pulling his fingers out from between Regulus's, pulling the earbuds into his phone. He hands one to Regulus.
"Put it in," he says, watching Regulus do nothing.
"Why?" Regulus asks.
"It's too... something in here."
Regulus gives him a small smile as he puts the earbud in. It fits weird, but not uncomfortable weird like he remembers. Just different. As he settles his head back onto James's shoulder, a soft melody begins to play into his ear. James sets the phone down on his knee before taking Regulus's hand again, resting his head against Regulus's curls. Regulus takes a deep breath, closing his eyes.
Maybe this night won't be as long as he thought.
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frenchfrywrites · 1 year
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Please- I was so scared sending that through.
Man honestly I agree with how you labeled each of them. Just imagine a little 4 inch beel in your pocket snacking on a big bag of goldfish!!!!! Or being curled up on Lucifer’s shoulder at like 2 inches tall while he works!!
What about the dateables? I’m presently under the impression that barb needs to be shrunk and forcibly (/j, we’d never without him allowing it) taken care of so he can take a break
(Also I’d like to stick around for a while so while I’m still in shame, you can call me Scout :3)
Ehe I'm glad you agree! :)) i was gonna say, beel would be so happy to be tiny because all the food would be so big hehe!
Diavolo- I can see him really liking being the bigger one.. He'd coddle and spoil the fuck out of you. You're his small human and he's going to make sure nothing happens to you!
Barbatos- YES! You're so right, barbie needs to be tiny and be held and cared for!!!! He'd be so flustered and delighted from you holding him. I think he'd get some of the best sleep in years curled up in your pocket or in your hands.
Simeon- ooohhhh he would love either one! He'd love you taking care of him, but he'd be so caring and sweet if you were the tiny one. Either way he's clingy, and won't leave your side.
Solomon- I think he'd love being the bigger one.. he wouldn't be an extraordinary caretaker, but he thinks you're soo cute! He's a bit of a menace but he does do his best to care for you :)
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animalshowdown · 3 months
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Phylum Round 1
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Acanthocephala: Spiny-Headed Worms. These internal parasitic worms have a proboscis that they can evert outside of their body. The proboscis has a "head" of spines, which is used to hold onto the host. They have no mouth or stomach, but absorb nutrients directly from the host through their skin. Acanthocephalans, similar to some other parasitic phyla, are notable for having complex life cycles that involve multiple different hosts. Some species are able to alter the behavior of their intermediate crustacean hosts.
Tardigrada: Water Bears or Moss Piglets. These micro-animals have been found on every continent, including Antarctica. They are well-known for their ability to survive extreme conditions such as dangerous radiation, extreme heat/cold, or lack of food and water. Members of Tardigrada have even been studied on space missions, and survived the vacuum of space. They can endure these conditions by entering a "tun" state, where they lose almost all of their water and slow all their life systems to a near-stop. Tardigrades live on moist mosses and lichens, but can survive when their habitat dries out, and reawaken when water returns.
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up-to-some-good · 1 year
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Written for @wolfstarmicrofic
Prompt: Dark
If you asked Remus Lupin, he would tell you that he wasn't afraid of the dark, it simply made him uncomfortable. And really, who was comfortable with the dark? There could be anything lurking there, in the shadows, waiting to hurt a 5 year old boy who had just bade his parents goodnight, unaware of the monster waiting in the darkness of his bedroom. But he wasn't afraid. He slept with a nightlight since that fateful night and made sure never to wander alone in the dark, but that was common sense. At least, that is what he would say.
His answer hasn't changed by the time he was 21, living in an apartment in London with Sirius. He still used a nightlight, even with his boyfriend's warm weight against his back, and still left the bathroom light on overnight - just in case.
Which is why he was deeply unsettled when he arrived home from babysitting Harry to find the apartment block in complete darkness. He found out quickly from their elderly neighbour that there was some sort of fault with the electricity, which would only be fixed the following morning.
Remus sighed as he entered his darkened living room, lighting his wand the second he closed the door. Usually, Sirius would be home by now, expecting Remus with all the lights on, but tonight he was working late on an emergency at the hospital, so Remus would be alone for at least another hour in the dark.
Heart racing, Remus made his way to the kitchen, where he was sure they had some candles stashed for emergency situations. He put his wand down to dig in the drawers, pulling out an assortment of candles and a single box of matches. Relieved, he began lighting the candles, only for his hands to start shaking, spilling the matches all over the floor and knocking his wand onto the floor, extinguishing the only light he had.
Shaking, Remus sank to the floor, burying his head in his knees and praying that Sirius would be home soon.
He wasn't afraid of the dark. No adult was afraid of the dark. He just didn't like it. It made him uncomfortable. It made his hands shake and his thoughts get jumbled and his chest feel tight. He wasn't afraid of the dark. He was afraid of what could happen in the dark.
After an unknown amount of time, the door creaked open and Remus heard Sirius's heavy boots landing on the hardwood floors.
"Moons?" he called out.
Remus grumbled in response, not ready to stop hiding.
He could hear Sirius making his way to the kitchen. Sirius let out a small noise when he saw Remus curled up on the floor and started murmuring something.
Remus couldn't hear what he was saying, but he didn't much care. Sirius was here. He'd be safe soon.
After a few minutes, Sirius gently touched his boyfriend's arm.
"It's alright, love," he said. "You can look up."
It was only his trust in Sirius that allowed Remus to look up and when he did, he was stunned. Sirius had conjured strings of muggle fairy lights which covered the ceiling, gently twinkling and lighting up the whole apartment. From where he was sitting, he could see across into their living room, where every piece of furniture had been framed with more lights, making sure there were no dark corners.
As he looked around, Sirius slid down the wall onto the floor next to him and pulled him against his chest.
"I promise, Moony, you'll never have to be in dark again. Not as long as I'm around."
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evangelimes17 · 6 months
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I’m aware that I’m not responsible for other peoples happiness.
But as the resident aromantic I know “all about being alone” and whenever I have a friend going through a breakup, it puts me in a position of “the token diverse friend” in media who pulls the main character out of their funk by showing them all the wonders that can happen when the MC stops worrying about [thing that the token diverse friend doesn’t experience]
And it pisses me off.
I don’t exist to make you feel better about yourself. I don’t exist to make you feel better about being single. Don’t you dare say “oh well I know how that feels, being single”
No you fucking don’t. Stop comparing aromanticism as a synonym for single. It’s not, and you are being a dick.
Allos if you have Aro friends stop fucking putting them in that position. Go find someone else to treat like a toilet to dump your emotional shit in, because on behalf of the arospec community I’m fucking calling it.
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entomolog-t · 5 months
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Aedes isn't too happy his midnight snack thinks he's quite the snack himself
Still on hiatus- buuuut
Here's a lil Bite Me art I've been plugging away on in my free time.
I'm so flattered by all the asks and dms from you guys! I can't wait to continue their story in the new year!
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meadowlarkx · 7 months
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bite thy wings and let thee crawl
“Remove your helm. You are in the presence of the earth’s master, the king of kings.”
Was he? All Maglor could see before him was darkness. The flickering torches, the flamelike hearts of the Balrogs’ forms—all had been left behind. He fumbled at the worked metal, freeing his hair. The Orc-captain shoved him forward, through the dim outline of a vaulted archway, and there was a muffled clatter as the helm slid out from under Maglor’s arm and struck the floor. Though he glanced after it, he could not catch its familiar glint. It might as well have been gulped down by some unseen maw. The dark into which he peered now was more complete than any he had known. Though they had taken him down and down and down at every winding turn and tunnel under the fiery mountains, he had the strangest sense of being surrounded by sky.
In that night, three stars shone.
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During Maedhros' captivity, Maglor decides to reconsider their enemy's offer of negotiation. Melkor, mightiest of the Ainur, has other ideas.
Melkor/Maglor horror porn for @silmsmutweek day 5 (Unlight/Darkening of Valinor), inspired by @aquaregiaart's incredible artwork | Read here on AO3
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