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#idk if I’m happy with how this turned out but
merlucide · 21 hours
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would you ever consider making a part 2 for the Blue Lock Icks! headcanons but with other characters? the one you made had me struggling to keep my composure while at work omg it's sooooo accurate
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BLLK BOYS “ICKS” PT2
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Notes: OMG STOP REALLY??? that makes me so happy omg tysm?? <33
characters: Isagi, Aryu, Chigiri, Shidou, Oliver, Otoya
pls again, don’t take this seriously 💀
PT1 PT2 “ICKS” BLLK BOYS GET
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ISAGI YOICHI
Says O-possum instead of opossum
Uses the “😁” to show he’s happy
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2019 humor
scared of clowns (same Isagi, same)
worst fashion sense ever. just think of a white guy in his 30s in the year of 2017
ARYU JYUBEI
SQUEAKY SHOES
Licks his finger before turning the page
uses stereotypes often (not on purpose lol)
Makes sure the barista spelt his name write on his drink
wants to go to Paris just to pose at the Eiffel tower, wear a beret, and eat a baguette (okay but same..)
CHIGIRI HYOUMA
one-ups every thing
Makes over exaggerated faces so you know he’s judging you
Chews gum really loudly
If you move to much in bed he’ll kick you
highlights/ writes in his books
has so many hair products but like one body wash
SHIDOU RYUSEI
Walks up the stairs on all fours
Long ass finger nails (so chipped and have dirt in them)
Sends selfies when he’s on the toilet
knows how to throw it in a circle (he’s really good at it too…)
Eats lemon rines
Likes to sit really close to the screen at the cinema
Barks at dogs
Puts the book face down to bookmark his spot
Says “zoo wee mama”
Idk how to word this but, Shidou:
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AIKU OLIVER 
(I know I did him b4 but I wanted to add one more thing)
“Where’s my hug at?”
keeps a toothpick in his mouth
actually calls you babygirl
OTOYA EITA
puts his socks over his sweats
doesn’t grease the pan
Wears hats inside
Sags his pants
smacks lips and it sounds really wet
puts peanut butter on his burgers
licks his fingers after he eats and doesn’t wash them afterwards
bends over at the waist when he is picking smth up
THOSE Naruto fans
Squeezes the middle of the toothpaste
uses a spork
Says “bop”
Says “drip”
Says “on God bro”
Says “You tripping”
Twerked on Karasu once
Owns so many shoes
Has very little milk in his cereal
Only likes chocolate ice cream
Uses blue ink pens
Fav bottled water brand is deer park
Forgets to zip his fly
his LED lights are always on red
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ABHAHAHA I’m actually running out of icks
made May 25th 2024
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undertheorangetree · 3 hours
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Tantrum
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Summary- Art’s girlfriend sucks at tennis. He helps her feel better.
Warnings- MDNI 18+ NSFW. Female reader. Stanford era Art. Exhibitionism. Body worship. Cunnilingus. Wee bit of fingering. P in V sex. Riding. The fluffiest giggliest sex you've ever seen. Me not knowing a damn thing about tennis.
Author's Note- Hi idk if you noticed but i have Challengers brain rot rn specifically for Art Donaldson :// As a theatre kid I simply had no choice it was always gonna be him. Read the full fic on AO3.
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When Art had looked up at her with big pleading eyes, all but begging her to allow him to teach her the basics of tennis, she was in no position to refuse. It had been sweet, how badly he wanted to share his passion with her, the kisses he had peppered across her neck and chest in order to entice her into it, and she couldn’t so much as imagine denying him. Forget the fact that she had never held a racket in her life, that her strengths had always been rooted in academia rather than athletics.  If allowing him to teach her would make him happy, she would do it.
Though not without complaint.
She lets out a frustrated grunt as the ball hits the net- again- before turning her head up to glare at Art when he barely manages to stifle his laugh. He smothers it immediately when he catches sight of her glower, hand coming up to rub at his mouth as if he can physically wipe away his smile and she feels her teeth grind together.
“You can’t laugh. You’re the one who wanted me to do this so you’re not allowed to make fun of me,” she complains, her voice half petulance half hurt and immediately his face morphs into something more apologetic.
“I’m sorry baby.” He makes his way closer but she simply rolls her eyes, turning her nose up when he reaches out to her. He takes it in stride. “I’m not laughing at you, you’re doing very well. It’s just funny to see you so frustrated.”
It’s her turn to laugh, though it is little more than a humourless bark. “I am not doing very well. I suck.”
He makes a sympathetic noise as he attempts to reach for her again. She allows it begrudgingly, resisting the urge to roll her eyes as his hands close around her elbows, face dropping into her neck to press a kiss there. She thinks that he’s about to praise her further, try to coax her back into committing herself to the game, but he stays silent, continuing to lavish her with silent kisses.
She’s happy for the odd hour they decided to come here, the tennis court completely devoid of any other life. It’s a colder night than it should be for mid spring, the floodlights and moon the only two things to provide them with any light, and she’s grateful finals have chased everyone else away. She’s glad to have this time alone with him, despite her frustration. To feel like they are the only two people in the world.
“You’re just hitting the ball too hard,” he explains, face still half buried in her throat. “And you aren’t even attempting to aim. Putting everything you have behind the hit doesn’t make it a good one if you don’t know where you’re sending it. There’s more to tennis than just force, you have to be smart about it.”
She scoffs, reaching up to press her palm against his forehead and shove him away, ignoring the shit eating grin that’s made itself known on his face. “Just go over there and hit the damn ball. Before I leave you here by yourself.”
The grin doesn’t fade, his amusement more than clear, but he does as she asks, returning to his side of the court. She lets out another aggravated sigh as she returns to the position he had told her to wait in, knees bent as she waits for him to serve, realizing more and more that she prefers to watch him play tennis rather than do it with him. She finds far more joy watching him from the stands as he chases after the ball, sweat dripping from his curls and grunts echoing in her ears. Here, where she is the one chasing the ball like a damn dog and failing to send it sailing over the net when she does manage to catch it, there is no time to admire Art in his element.
She almost feels bad for her poor attitude, wishing she was less competitive so that she could simply enjoy this quality time with him, but every failure does nothing but enrage her further, sending her spiralling further into frustration.
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Read the rest here :)
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wonnieluvr · 3 days
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thinking of you
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pairing -> grayson hawthorne x fem!reader
summary -> grayson can’t get you off his mind even years after your messy breakup. do you still think about him too?
warnings -> angst again lol 😭 i tried to make it a happy ending but idk yet
a/n -> pt.2 to this fic but can be read as a standalone :) this one is long, woo 😮‍💨 i also dk if gray is a bit ooc, i tried..
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you had been grayson's first love. and sometimes, he believed you were the only one he had truly loved.
you were perfect. and you knew him so well. it had never been difficult with you.
he had never been as happy as he was with you. he hadn't even imagined a world where the two of you broke up.
and yet... you were standing there, across the room.
and you weren't his anymore. how could he have ever let you go?
he could feel his chest tightening, it was becoming harder to breath.
all he could think of was you, you were right there. could he really see you again? he knew in his heart that he still loved you, he could feel the painful twinge in his heart at the thought of you leaving again. leaving without even saying goodbye, without even trying to make this right.
"gray? what are you doing?" he barely registered jameson’s voice, his brother nudging his side to get him to focus. they were meant to be taking photos for the paparazzi and all grayson could do was stare at you.
jameson posed for him, wrapping his arm around grayson’s neck to pull his attention away long enough for a good photo. or at least, one that wouldn’t spark any rumours.
grayson’s scowl was a normal sight, normal enough to please the paparazzi.
“gray” jameson hissed as they moved away to a further less crowded area of the gala. “what the hell are you doing?”
“she’s here jamie..” grayson’s tone was airy, filled with unresolved emotion. he didn’t sound anything like himself. that immediately set off warnings in jameson’s mind.
“who’s here?” jameson was an inconspicuous as grayson had been, head wildly swinging around the room to find who his brother could possibly be talking about.
that seemed to snap enough sense back into grayson. “stop it” he snarled, pulling on jameson’s shoulder in an effort to stop him. “you look stupid, come on”
jameson finally turned back, frowning in offence. “rude. so you’re allowed to act weird and i’m not?” he huffed, subtly glancing around the room this time. “can you just tell me who we’re talking about now?”
“y/n”
jameson froze, eyes widening. “what?”
grayson didn’t reply for a moment, too busy looking for you again. he had almost given up, you probably weren't even here anymore.
had you seen him? had you left at the sight of him? he sucked in a sharp breath at that thought, trying to believe you wouldn't but he knew you would. you would turn and leave the minute you saw him.. it was his fault, after all.
jameson was staring at him, trying to decipher what he was thinking. "look, i don't think this is going to go well.." he begun, the look of disapproval an unusual one for the younger brother. "but, if you're going to talk to her, take it somewhere private"
grayson blankly stared at him back for a moment, struggling to believe that his brother was really encouraging this.
"what?" jameson raised an eyebrow at him. "we all knew how much she meant to you gray, you were never the same after she left" he shook his head, "i don't know if you, or we deserve a second chance but you should try"
"thank you.." grayson's shoulders dropped their stiff posture slightly, grateful for his family for once. not his mother, his aunt, his grandfather but his brothers.
"go on, i've got distraction" he didn't like the look of jameson's proud grin but he could care less what jamie was up to this time. he needed to see you.
he caught sight of your dress first, across the ballroom. he made an immediate dart line for you, weaving between people and looking over their heads to keep track of where you were. you were moving again when he finally reached out, fingers clasping around your wrist.
"y/n"
he could feel himself at a loss for words, his breath even leaving him when you turned. you looked as beautiful as you had back then. even more so, maybe.
you were confused but that quickly turned to a look he knew all too well, one that didn't suit you at all. the sadness, the melancholy, the pain.
"gray.. what are you doing?" your voice. oh, how he had missed hearing you say his name. your beautiful voice.
"y/n i-" he could feel his throat tightening. "i need to speak to you. please"
grayson hawthorne was not a man who said please. not to anyone. but you, he would plead on his knees until you came back to him. if you came back to him.
you looked unsure, but eventually you agreed, pulling him along casually as though you were just talking like anyone else. but you weren't anyone else. not to him.
he couldn't help the way his eyes stayed glued to your figure, taking in everything that had changed. you still managed to leave him breathless, even after all these years.
when you were out in one of the more secluded corridors you finally parted from him, dropping his hand and taking a step back. even the way your arms tightened around you waist broke his heart, you were protecting yourself. from him.
"what did you want to talk about?" you were trying to be assertive, short. you wanted this over with.
he winced slightly. "i'm sorry" he had never said that to you as desperately as he did now. he should have.. "i should have defended you, i should have stopped them, i should have- i should have done a lot of things. and i'm sorry, i'm so sorry, y/n. please, you have to understand-"
"i do understand, gray. but you never came after me" your voice was meek and full of emotion. you were trying not to cry. he had hurt you. badly. "you never called, you never texted, you never spoke to me again. what was i supposed to think then? was i just a game? did even really want me? or was i just a fun summer fling? someone you could let go of when you're done messing around with them?"
you were getting angry.
"i can't let you go!" he snapped, loudly echoing down the hall. he didn't even notice, didn't care. you had to understand. "i can't stop thinking about you. you never left my mind. i see you everywhere i go. i kept all of our pictures in the foundation, i can't go anywhere without thinking about you! i never wanted anyone else. i just wanted you and i was stupid and stuck up and i left you! i loved you"
you stayed silent as he breathed heavily, running his hands through his hair. he couldn't look at you, not after that.
"i'm sorry, i shouldn't bother you-" he begun, voice quiet. he was ashamed. he was the solid hawthorne, he never broke. but you weren't a hawthorne game, a mystery. you were not what he was used to and he as much as he hated feeling like this, you were worth it.
you cut him off, "stop it" he looked up now as your voice cracked. you were crying. his hand raised, instinctually, ready to hold you but paused as he remembered you weren't his. "stop it" you repeated, turning away from him and fiercely attempting to wipe away your tears.
you hated him, you hated the way he made you feel. you hated that you loved him.
he stayed quiet, unsure what to say. was this it? were you telling him to leave, to never talk to you again. you stepped towards him again, eyes narrowed and trying to keep up the angry facade.
"i hate you so much, grayson hawthorne" he could practically feel his heart break the minute those words left your lips. "you're so-" you threw your hands up, unable to voice just how frustrated you were. "how dare you come here? how dare you come back to me now? you're so annoying! i hate you! i hate how much i think about you. i hate that you're always on my mind. i hate that i can't stop watching your interviews, that i can't stop looking up whether you have a girlfriend. i hate you so much.." you trailed off, hands clutching at his suit jacket as you teared up again.
"i loved you, gray.. i love you so much" he didn't know if it was a mistake that you had changed the tense of that sentence but he wasn't going to question it. not now that you were in his arms. he gently embraced you, head pressing into your neck, breathing in your familiar perfume. you were so beautiful.
"y/n?" a voice called from down the hall, confused. "i heard yelling, are you okay?"
you froze in his arms, slowly pulling back and patting your face dry. you looked just as you had when you'd led him down the corridor. beautiful. "everything's fine, darling. we were just catching up"
darling. grayson's heart twisted in a painful way at the word leaving you mouth. his eyes narrowed coldly at the man standing at the end of the corridor. "gray, this is my date.." you gently introduced the two, frowning slightly. unnoticeable to your date but he knew.
as you went to leave again, you took his hand, squeezing it tightly. "gray" you whispered, your eyes shining. "wait for me, please? please, i can't lose you again" he almost couldn't speak, stunned. he nodded, dumbly. hand chasing yours as you disappeared.
his hand may have been cold, but his heart was warm. for you, he would wait forever.
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tags 🫶 @pockyyasii
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clairefrser · 7 months
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You couldn't look at Brianna without seeing him. Could you? Without that constant reminder. Him.
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gaydexvocaloid · 2 months
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vocaloid whatsapp..
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youreirrelevant · 8 months
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I haven’t finished anything since April 🧍🏻‍♀️
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i pinky promise this jack-o-lantern is not fueled by oil made from lost souls
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spittyfishy · 6 months
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All your despair art was great! Couldn't choose a favorite even if you put a gun to my head.
I am curious do you have any thoughts on what despair chiaki would look like?
Aw I’m so glad you liked them!! It’s still crazy to me that I did the first for that series back in January lol, and I’m so happy to finally have them all posted!!
And why yes, I do have Chiaki thoughts!
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I mostly came up with the info as I was drawing this lol, but I think it would be interesting if Chiaki wasn’t actually super aware of what was happening, from her perspective she’s playing the most immersive AR game ever. Between the visor and the headphones the others can sensor what aspects of the tragedy she interacts with.
I think the other remnants are super protective of Chiaki after the death fake out, and they make sure she isn’t actually in harm's way, instead giving her drones and robots she can remotely pilot with her controllers (adding to the illusion this is all a video game). I think she probably is in despair, but doesn’t really recognize it, she’s just more apathetic than normal.
I wanted to give her a more futuristic-y look, she’s got pouches for her controllers, and pink circles that correspond with where the spears hit her (reminding the others why they worry about her)
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emily-mooon · 5 days
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Stacey Pilgrim’s Disaster Love Pentagon (guest starring Wallace Wells as the emotional support. He’s obviously not apart of this Disaster Love Pentagon™️. He’s got his own to deal with off screen!)
Close ups ⬇️
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(Alright since I ran out of tags I just wanna take a quick moment to thank whoever called a Stacey a malicious white girl cause it’s so true. I love my malicious gossip girl <3)
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lucraven · 1 month
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Designed a raven mauler aka a bigger more dangerous crow mauler
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Crow for context ^
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spacerockband · 11 months
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iced strawberry animal cookie sound of the summer!
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BITES U CHARM!
Get your own lil guys here: ⭐️
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lifeonmvrs · 4 months
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preparing for valentine’s day >:3 i present to you ace attorney + bad puns valentine’s day cards!!
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[Image Description: a half-body digital drawing of mia fey from ace attorney. she’s crossing her arms and smiling with her head slightly tilted to the left and two little hearts by her side. her hair is wavier than canon. on the left, there’s some text reading “You’re drop-dead gorgeous! From: [colon] To: [colon]” in comic sans. the background is a solid turquoise.
the second picture is of a postcard and greeting card of the drawing as redbubble products. they are showed in a frame that resembles the structure of an instagram post with the user lifeonmvrs. it has a title reading “already available :3 [cat face emoticon]” and in smaller text one that reads “link in bio [heart emoticon]”. the third picture is the same but the products this time are a pin and a sticker. /end ID]
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awyanno · 2 years
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Empires SMP Season 2, But In Watercolor?!
Today in this video me and my friends-
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magpigment · 11 months
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life can still be better, dragon child; you are loved by all and you have music in your soul. remember to listen to it, and you’ll know how precious you are.
anyway tallulah amirite
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typosandtea · 2 months
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@rad-roche NOIR TIME! Turning my assignment in very late.
Agent Phil Coulson may not be a dame, but he does have a lot or weirdly specific things in common with Nick Valentine!
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Your tutorial post on pulp covers was wonderful! But this was so many kilometres out of my stylistic comfort zone that the entire time was like agh! what the hell am I doing?.?? (And why it’s taken over a week). I found a lovely cover for reference “The Deadly September” on the archive you have linked in the tutorial.
Below is things I had to adapt to achieve a similar effect in Procreate, the reference images I used and, the worlds’s most convoluted speed-paint. (Learning new things is messy!)
⚠️THE SPEED-PAINT FLASHES QUICKLY A LOT !! ⚠️
Also I’ve listed some of the weirdly specific similarities between Coulson and Nick! so SPOILERS for Agents of Shield seasons 1-6 (I haven’t gotten around to watching 7 yet, and agents of shield isn’t MCU canon anymore anyway) and Nick’s story / far harbour in Fallout 4! (Spoilers below the speed-paint)
Procreate edits:
Totally used the back button more than I should have. I think I changed brush at least 3 times and edited the texture layers way more before it got to a point I was even remotely happy with. The brush I ended up settling with was procreate’s “Tarraleah” in the ‘artistic’ category, unaltered.
Procreate does have screen layers so was able to use that as in the tutorial, I set my chosen grunge at 90% opacity after inversion.
The contrast / brightness layer was tricker since that’s not a feature in procreate (??????), after lots of messing around I found that filling a layer with black and setting it to “soft light” mode and 85% opacity brings the paper texture I used away from the overly white tones without messing with the colour too much.
Since procreate doesn’t support per layer colour dropper, I had all of the texture layers in a folder so it can be hidden with one click, though personally I tend to guess the colour I need on the wheel rather than use colour dropper, so hiding the texture wasn’t an issue for me so much.
The colour check layer was also a black filled layer but this was set to colour mode as in the tutorial.
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⚠️THE SPEED-PAINT FLASHES BRIGHTLY AND QUICKLY ⚠️
VVVVVVV SPOILERS FOR AGENTS OF SHIELD 1-6 AND FALLOUT 4 VVVVVVV
NICK VALENTINE AND AGENT COULSON SIMILARITIES (in my opinion):
Good people at heart
Multiple life shattering, personality altering crisis each.
Experimented on against their will by a group with highly advanced technology resulting in their unethical resurrection. Institute for Nick and Fury’s project TAHITI / Guest Host for Coulson.
Consciousness placed into a Synth / Life Model Decoy after their death against their will (LMDs are marvel’s version of synths with all the ‘is it a person’ and ‘the infiltrators are ruining our organisation’ that come with that) both are in highly modified unique Synth/LMD hardware
Both have killed an enemy they have been hunting for years for nothing but revenge, Eddie Winter for Nick and Ward for Coulson. (Though nobody stays dead in agents of shield)
Part of the plot requires entering a simulation with other peoples memories. DiMA’s memories for Nick and the Framework for the shield crew.
A partner that they can’t see because one of them was murdered as collateral damage. Jenny for Nick, and Coulson is the dead one for Audrey (the cellist)
Betrayed at a great personal cost by the organisation they were upholding when the org. Is revealed to be corrupt/evil. Police being in on Winter’s scheme for Nick and shield being hydra for Coulson.
Key Mission requires strapping them into a memory machine and poking around their brains/memories. Nick with kellogg’s memories and Raina’s need of Coulson’s memories from after he died in New York (though Coulson’s is a lot more traumatic on account of him being human at the time and marvel’s memory machine being painful)
Intentional memory loss forced on them by a third party. Nick’s institute knowledge and Coulson’s unawareness of his resurrection by Fury.
So much trauma, they can’t catch a break.
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