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toxictoxicities · 4 months
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EMERGENCE : Cycle 1 - Part 2
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drawwithmis · 1 month
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I was practicing to draw certain designs for a MAP and this doodle came out I guess
Pebbles and Artificer's designs by @toxictoxicities
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The MAP call is still open btw!!!
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weirdlookindog · 2 months
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Bernie Wrightson - Emergence
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devilry-revelry · 4 months
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Untitled - Male Orc x Female Human (Part 6)
Dropping this section of the lemony bit because this thing is taking me a decade to finish.
Minors do not interact
TW: Light bondage, light pain play, smut
[Part 1] - [Part 5]
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“Are you going to take everything I give you, and say thank you?”
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“You.”
The word acted as the starting pistol at the beginning of a race. In one moment Arzok was at her side, holding her gently in an effort to bring Riley comfort in the midst of her embarrassment; in the next moment Arzok was on his knees and shoving the blankets down towards the end of the bed. The sudden cold of the air had all the potential in the world to be sobering, but it wasn’t given the opportunity. Riley had all of a second to register the chill before Arzok’s hands found her thighs and she was pulled towards him. She welcomed the body heat even as the bedsheet chafed at her back and the oversized shirt she wore rode upward towards her shoulders. 
“Say it again, Riley. Tell me what you want,” Arzok rasped. As he spoke he parted her legs to accommodate the space for his hips. He helped wrap her legs around his waist then gave an intimate press forward. 
A steely erection undulated pointedly against her sex. It dragged out a ragged, “You!” from Riley as she arched her back and sought more friction. 
The almost predatory look in Arzok’s eyes faltered as they fluttered closed. Riley had just a second to wonder if she was being too cocky when she thought him to look nearly blissful. Something in the way his eyes shuttered, the way his lips parted then gave way to an almost loopy grin made her feel almost powerful. A regular ol’ human like her could bring a creature like Arzok to this – but he didn’t let her remain in power for long. 
When Arzok opened his eyes, there was a softness in his gaze that knocked her world off of its axis. Before agreeing to spend the weekend at Arzok’s house, Riley knew that the event would be a turning point in their relationship; for better or worse. The weekend would either be the start of something life-altering, or it would be the beginning of the end. Looking up into Arzok’s eyes as he leaned in for a (searing, toe-curling, silky) kiss, it was hard not to imagine a future with him in it. 
A gentle tug at Riley’s shirt had her sitting up and raising her arms as he pulled the material over her head. She was about to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him back in for another embrace but the material suddenly twisted at her wrists and Riley’s arms became caught up in the fabric. It would seem as though she had been lulled into a false sense of security when soft eyes and even softer kisses. 
Riley’s ballooning expectation for a relaxed first time together popped when she was shoved back against the mattress, Arzok pinning her tangled limbs above her head. The tenderness was gone. Arzok’s smile was playful and wicked. 
“When we are ready to take that step, I’m going to take pleasure in making sure you’re good and ready to take me,” he had said. “And I’ll make damn sure that you enjoy every fucking second of it, baby.”
Riley’s mouth began to water. She gave her wrists a cursory tug and found them to be rather stuck. 
“Arzok–?”
“This okay?”
She was unable to keep the frantic enthusiasm out of her response. She nodded too quick, said “Yep!” just a bit too earnestly. Bondage wasn’t anything she had put too much consideration into trying with previous partners, but she found that she wasn’t at all opposed. Not with him.
She was learning all sorts of things about herself this weekend, it would seem. 
“If you want to stop just say so alright?”
Another far too eager nod. 
“Good. Now let me take a look at you, baby,” he murmured as he loomed above her, but he wasn’t just looking. His head dipped down to her chest and he nipped at one breast, licked and sucked at the other. “Can I mark you up? No where visible. Not unless you ask.”
She liked the sound of that. She liked the idea of looking down at herself and seeing the proof of their time together and feeling it hours afterward.
“Yes, please.”
“Please, huh? Are you going to be a good girl for me, Riley?” As he spoke he dipped his head down over her torso. His long hair fell forward, tickling her flesh. “Are you going to take everything I give you, and say thank you?” Before she answered, his hot mouth covered her left nipple. He drew the flesh into his mouth so roughly Riley cried out. Her pussy ached sympathetically. As he sucked, his tongue worked the puckered nipple, and he didn’t stop until well after the pressure in her breast started to hurt and she whimpered and begged for him to stop. Arzok pulled away, breaking the seal of his mouth from her flesh with an almost cartoonish pop!
Riley whined as the ache in her flesh intensified. She thought the built up pressure had hurt, but the absence of it introduced a whole new level of throbbing hurt. Arzok licked at the flesh lazily, crooning quiet encouragement. And, holy shit, she liked that. The build up of aching hurt, the release and the chase of stinging pain and the eager pulse of her nethers. When he finally pulled away, Riley finally got to see the damage. Her nipple was swollen, and the flesh that had been victim to the insistent sucking was puffy, violent with its redness. There were indentions on either side of her breast from the press of Arzok’s tusks. 
Arzok would indeed leave a mark, and Riley was sure she was going to be feeling it for days. 
A lazy trail of kisses crossed from one breast over to the other. Arzok stalled, mouth hovering over her flesh. 
Dark eyes flickered up to meet hers. He looked like every ounce of a predator toying with his prey as he said, “Your panties are fucking soaked, baby.” 
He was right. Her pussy was aching almost as badly as her breast. There was a painful, pulsing need in her core and she was sure if Arzok so much as looked at the poor thing she would come undone. 
Tusks pressed against the outer swell of her breast as he sucked her flesh into his mouth. He suckled, nibbled, and licked as the hand that wasn’t busy pinning her arms started to roam downward. It tweaked her aching nipple first, then slipped down over the expanse of her torso. Fingertips skirted the outer rim of Riley’s navel, then proceeded downward to slip under the elastic of her panties. 
The heady mixture of pleasure and pain blossoming in her breast was interrupted when a thick finger slipped down between her pleasure-slicked folds. The pressure of Arzok’s fingers slid down, then back up to properly expose Riley’s engorged clit – and then he set to work, tracing tight concentric circles.
Her body’s response was immediate, and eager. 
“Arzok–”  Riley’s sex contracted so tightly she choked. “Arzok I’m–” When the contraction eased it it gave way to bright, resonating pleasure.
Arzok pulled free from her breast, integrating further stinging pain with her pleasure, and pressed his thick finger into her fluttering sex. Riley keened in delight, not anticipating the intrusion but welcoming it all the same. He pumped slowly, letting her feel every inch of his finger before he withdrew. On the next press inward he added a second digit. It was in this manner that he dragged her through the remnants of her orgasm. 
When she was finished, when she had finally come down from her high, Arzok pulled his fingers from her pussy. His smile was downright wolfish as he presented her with the proof of her pleasure. Her essence coated his fingers, obscene in the way that its wetness stretched between his digits when he parted them. 
“What do you say, sweetling?”
“Whoa.”
Arzok snorted his laughter as he said, “Try again.”
“Thank you.”
“Good girl.” 
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cozzzynook · 8 days
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Rodimus going into labor and panicking because Soundwave isn't there. Ratchet trying to calm him down and he only relaxes when Soundwave gets there.
Rodimus going into labor is chaotic and angsty.
He’s alone when it happens.
Him and being alone never works well together and it especially didn’t work when his emergence fluid broke while he was home alone in berth waking from recharge.
None of the cassettes were with him and Soundwave was away on the outer rim of the city working a negotiation with neutrals for the trade systems.
Rodimus had to grab his bag alone and waddle painfully to the front door and wait for his amica to answer his calls.
when he did Drift choked on his energon and panicked, so unlike Drift and so completely like Rodimus, who oddly managed to calm Drift down and have him alert Ratchet who immediately rushed with Drift to Rodimus’s home.
When they got there Rodimus was feeling another emergence pulse and ended up cracking Drifts servo with how painful the next one felt.
It took time to load Rodimus into Ratchet’s ambulance space but when they did they both pealed out of there at helm breaking speed.
Ratchet of course was handling Rodimus’s emergence and Drift was there giving his a mice moral support who was too sobbing and whimpering in pain. So Drift called Soundwave who rushed out of the negotiations towards the hospital to his sparkmate.
Rodimus was getting first time creator panic while going through pulses and kept crying, shouting how he couldn’t do this and wanted Soundwave.
When Ratchet was his usual grouchy self Rodimus tore him a new one with the aggression only a pulsing mecha could reach. After that Ratchet tried to be a bit nicer in his calming approach while Drift was silently leaking because Rodimus managed to break one servo and was painfully gripping the next.
Drift absolutely sighed relieved like he was the one in emergence when Soundwave rushed inside the room and maneuvered himself onto the berth with Rodimus.
It was spark turning seeing how quickly Soundwave calmed Rodimus down with such trained and practiced ease where as they could not.
Drift felt a pang in his spark at not being able to help his amice while Ratchet refused to admit he felt out of touch not being able to do more than guiding the sparkling out. Sure that was the most important part but he still wanted to help Rodimus and he felt some anger towards himself for not being better able to comfort him.
“It’s okay sparkbeat, it’s okay. I’m here. I’m so sorry I was late. But I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere,” Soundwave nuzzled Rodimus’s helm and lightly touched his sensitive spoiler before shifting Rodimus to a different position.
With Rodimus on his knees in an upright lean with soundwave in front of him holding his weight completely. The decepticon rubbed his back struts and soothed his tight tank and helped Rodimus focus on venting.
When Rodimus shouted in a painful moan that his valve started to burn Ratchet kicked into gear and Drift went to get the towels Ratchet would need as Soundwave held Rodimus and soothed him as he pushed.
It was early morning sunrise when their sparklings emerged.
One red and black while the other was blue and purple. They were cassettes but looked like they could grow to average or mini bot size.
“Roddy, they’re so cute!”
Drift was going to pretend he didn’t pass out after seeing his friends valve push out a sparkling and that his conjunx wasn’t patching up the dents in his helm from landing on the ground.
“It must’ve been you that kept moving around in there,” Rodimus said tiredly to the blue and purple sparkling and it was Soundwave who chuckled with a static visor looking to the red and black sparkling.
“This one is trying to reach your fuel line already and he’s not even a full klik old. He has to be why you were always so hungry,” Soundwave nuzzled the sparklings and was more than happy when their em field reached out to both of them.
Rodimus laughed and with Soundwave’s help he was fueling both sparklings and tiredly spoke their designations before falling to forced recharge.
“Rumble,” he said to the purple and blue sparkling that kept shaking their fists in a funny motion, “and Frenzy,” he said to the red and black sparkling content with their sparkling fuel.
“We’re never having bitlets,” Drift said with a dreamy smile as he planned all the ways his amica’s sparklings were now his sparklings.
Ratchet only burst out laughing and Soundwave tuned him out completely focused on his family.
Tips on my kofi are much appreciated 🥰
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mathart · 6 months
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A 5-4 tiling of anti-deSitter space with Calabi-Yau manifolds rotating in CP-4
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lifeinpoetry · 1 year
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If I can locate the sense beyond desire, I will not eat or drink until I stagger into the earth with grief. I will locate the point of dawning and awaken with the longest day in the world.
— Joy Harjo, from "Emergence," Weaving Sundown in a Scarlet Light
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linguisticdiscovery · 7 months
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The randomness of language change
Language is a complex-adaptive system, which means that sometimes the changes in language are the result of random drift rather than any particular influence.
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revolvius · 5 months
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Weather Forecast but Stede and Ed.
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Me and @toxictoxicities just binge-watched Our Flag Means Death and my god I just had to draw Wind and Link as Stede and Ed because THEY FIT SO WELL OMG.
I love Steede and Ed so much istg aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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toxictoxicities · 18 days
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Emergence Slugcat Lineup
Finally made a reference for all of these guys <3
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kotikaleo · 10 months
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Noone expected this to happen, even me, but I am back at rain world fandom! Which is @amenalyme 's fault! And also @toxictoxicities 's fault. You are both really happy about it, I know 👀
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So I drew a bunch or silly robot men and a sad slug mother
i might do more sketches when I have free time, but time to get back to work
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niilasnordenswan · 1 year
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© Niilas Nordenswan Photography – Pielinen, North Karelia, Finland
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devilry-revelry · 11 months
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Untitled - Male Orc x Female Human (Part 2)
[Part 1] - [Part 3]
More Fluff.
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Arzok’s name was embellished with two heart emojis, one on either side of his name. When she looked back up at him, he was smiling ear to ear, only turning away to hop back on his bike. 
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One of the biggest strains on Riley’s relationship with her parents was Riley’s complete lack of husband, and her moderate to severe disinterest in having children. When Riley had her first serious relationship her parents pushed for a wedding, and they pushed for children. When they ended up with neither they practically mourned over their loss. Their disappointment stuck with Riley for a long time. 
Dating became a means to an end, and Riley ended up dating a handful of men who would take her where she thought she wanted to be; married with children. They all ended for one reason or another; lasting from a handful of weeks to a year. The last relationship was, in a word, catastrophic. Riley would have never thought that someone who looked so safe on paper would leave her feeling so scared, and uncomfortable...
Which made meeting Arzok such a peculiarity as the orc already proved himself formidable and dangerous, and yet in his company she felt perfectly safe and at ease. As a virtual stranger, Arzok essentially had Riley pinned against the bathroom counter. After everything that had happened within the past 20 minutes it would be perfectly reasonable to be distrustful. 
She wasn’t, though. Not one bit.
After agreeing to let Arzok take her home, Riley made quick work of cleaning him up. When they were finished the first aid kit was stashed back under the counter, and they took turns washing their hands. When Riley started to slide off the edge of the counter, Arzok settled one of his hands against her outer thigh to hold her in place. 
“You aren’t walking through this bar barefoot, sweetling.”
Riley shifted about for a moment, searching for her shoes. She found them on the counter behind her. 
“I’m sure I already caused a bit of a spectacle this evening on the way in. I’ll walk out.”
Riley put her shoes back on. Arzok let her hop down from the counter. The small heel brought pressure to the freshly bandaged cut and Riley barely suppressed a grimace. It wasn’t so painful that she couldn’t walk, but walking was most definitely going to make it worse. Arzok offered his arm, which she thankfully took, and together they ventured out of the bathroom. 
They were immediately met by the dragon who had been with Arzok outside. His attention was on a large phone which he held in his massive, clawed grasp. Up close, and in the right kind of lighting, Riley was able to notice the purple tinge to some of his black scales. 
“Hey, just wanted both of you to know that I already heard back from the police. Windowless vans are a dime a dozen in these parts, but one missing the driver’s side window and an orc-sized dent in the side should be a solid identifier in the event I got the plate wrong. Which I didn’t, for the record.” The dragon cut his yellow eyes towards Riley and said, “I didn’t have your information, so I gave them Arzok’s. They said they would be sending him whatever report details you might want. But maybe you can call them and explain what happened so our buddy here doesn’t get slapped with destruction of private property if it comes to it.”
Riley had expected his voice to sound like the bones of the earth, something rolling and brassy, harsh like a landslide  but it was a pleasant lilting tenor. With all of his leather clad biker gear, Riley couldn’t help but think how his voice didn’t seem to suit the vibe that radiated off of him. That’s what she got for judging a magick by their appearance (even if Arzok going warrior-mode on a vehicle absolutely fit the bill — it was his kindness afterward that was the real surprise). 
“Thank you,” Riley replied. “I really appreciate all the help.”
“This is Nox, by the way,” Arzok introduced.
The dragon nodded, then interrupted the motion. He suddenly looked bashful despite his non-human features. The way his lips curled to expose lethal fangs could have read more as a snarl if it wasn’t for the way his posture dipped and hunched forward.
“Oh, sorry— Nox.” He held out the hand that wasn’t holding the tablet-sized phone. Riley reached out and shook his hand, and marveled in the care he took to be gentle with her.
“Riley. Nice to meet you.”
Arzok and Nox spoke very briefly about their open tabs, and how Nox would cover the bill (“You can get me next time”), before Riley was escorted out of the bar, and back into the street. 
“Full disclosure,” Arzok said once they were outside. “I don’t have a human-sized helmet.”
Oh. Yeah. The motorcycles. Of course he would be riding one, why wouldn’t he? He led her towards a massive bike. It was matte black, with chrome details. The body was vintage in style, but built to withstand the weight and size of someone far bigger than a human. 
“So long as you’re careful with me, I think we’ll be okay.”
There was a low chuckle as he unlocked a hard shell storage compartment that hung off the back of the bike. 
“I’ll be plenty careful with you, sweetheart,” he said. He reached into the compartment and withdrew a leather jacket, which he held out to her. “C’mere. This is all I have for you this time.”
Riley stepped in towards him and Arzok helped her into the jacket. He was quick to roll up the cuffs so she had use of her hands. The leather was soft, supple, and well worn. It smelled like leather, and grease, and something bright but woodsy. It was also stupid heavy.
“This time, huh?” 
“Baby, if we’re going to be dating we’re going to have to get you a helmet. At least.” He said it without missing a beat. He secured the zippers and buttons then nodded his approval like the jacket didn’t go down to her knees. 
Riley snorted good naturedly, watching as Arzok threw one of his legs over the motorcycle and kicked the stand up. Once he was situated he turned and offered her a hand to help. There was a little bit of a scramble between the length of the jacket, her pencil skirt, and the height of the bike, but once she was in place she felt perfectly secure… until the bike roared to life and the entirety of her body started to vibrate with the force of the engine. 
When she tried to stay her distance and hold on to his waist, Arzok tugged her in closer. He first tugged her in by the crook of her legs, then grabbed her hands to guide her arms around him. He patted her hands, a wordless signal to keep them there, then he was shifting the bike into gear and driving away from the bar. It wasn’t like he took off speeding like a bat out of hell, but Riley had never been on a motorcycle. The first few moments of the new experience were unnerving. The ones that followed that were more exciting. She helped him navigate their way to her apartment, pointing directions over his shoulder. When Riley indicated that they were approaching her apartment Arzok cut the engine and they coasted down the block in silence.
Once the bike was safely parked against the curb, Arzok dropped the kickstand then got off the bike. He helped her off not a moment later, offering both of his hands to keep her steady and offer support.
“Thank you,” she said once she was on her feet. “For everything.” There was a gentle burn as heat started to gather in the apples of her cheeks. She was suddenly glad it was dark. 
“You think you’re getting away that easily?” He held out his hand, crooking the fingers in a ‘hand it over’ sort of motion. 
“I don’t have any money,” she said immediately, then kicked herself for it. Between work, the horror of the evening, and the god-awful hour, her brain was really firing on all cylinders. 
“Baby – your phone!” Arzok was laughing, a good hearty laugh that would have made Riley feel embarrassed if he didn’t look so boyish.  
Her phone was promptly fished out of her purse. She unlocked it, opened a fresh contact page, and passed it to him. Maybe if she didn’t shy away she could pretend it was an honest-to-god joke. Once Arzok came down from his laughter he focused his attention on the screen. The phone looked far too small in his hands, and Riley wondered if he would need her to add his information herself. 
Arzok lifted his eyes suddenly, his pointer finger poised over the screen. With a decisive tap he passed the phone back to her. Riley checked the screen. The first thing she noted was that it was past 1AM, the second was the contact entry. 
Arzok’s name was embellished with two heart emojis, one on either side of his name. When she looked back up at him, he was smiling ear to ear, only turning away to hop back on his bike. 
“Why do I feel like you’re going to be trouble?” She asked, offering a smile of her own. 
“Only the good kind. You’ll love it. Have a good night, Riley.”
There was a part of her that didn’t want this evening to end. It started terrible, but on its current course she was almost afraid to say goodbye. So she didn’t. Offering one last lingering glance, one last shy smile, Riley turned and moved up the stairs to her apartment lobby. 
Just as she reached the door, Arzok called out, “Riley.”
She turned back to look at him. 
“When you get inside, leave your lights off.”
Confused, Riley asked, “Why?”
Arzok shrugged his shoulders, hitting the kickstand. “If you leave them off, I won’t know where you live. Not exactly. Just in case you’re uncomfortable…” He paused a beat, then added, “Actually, you should leave them off for a bit, just in case.”
The thought struck her as infinitely considerate, and sweet, and then protective. Any onlooker would be able to know that she lived in the building, but if she kept the lights off her exact location within the building would remain a mystery to anyone loitering in the street. Riley wouldn’t have considered it, but Arzok offering it so plainly for her comfort, and then her protection, warmed her deeply. Riley smiled, nodded. 
“Goodnight, Arzok. Thank you.”
Once she was inside, the door shut behind her, she heard the thunderous blast of Arzok’s motorcycle starting. By the time she reached the elevator it was gone, having taken off down the road. It wasn’t until she was inside the elevator, on her way up to the 7th floor when Riley realized she was still draped in Arzok’s jacket. 
Riley imagined being bold, snapping a salacious selfie in the jacket, sending it to him with something like ‘I think you forgot something’, like she could have meant herself or the jacket. 
Instead she launched a quick, seemingly frantic, 
YOUR JACKET
She received no immediate reply. Didn’t expect to, either. She went about her dark apartment, prepping for bed. The jacket was hung up on a bundle of three hangers on the back of her closet door. Her clothes were discarded and she went and had a nice long shower. She redressed her foot, and was disappointed when she didn’t have a text by the time she crawled into bed. 
It wouldn’t be until the next morning when she would read the response:
Oh no. I guess we’ll just have to meet up so you can give it back to me. 
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art-of-mathematics · 1 year
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(Lorenz) attractors and probability intensity
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... I do not know what I did here...
It was inspired by another note I scribbled down some months ago...
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(I did (and still do) not really know what I did here either... )
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rw-repurposed · 6 months
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Is Wind pregnant?
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Congratulations, Link!
You are the father!
APL is by @toxictoxicities :)
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