#ihnmaims fluff

[rotten-raspberries]

White Nights (AM x reader)

Pov: you're too kind for everyone and AM hates how that includes him, so he finally snaps during an alone moment with you

This reads more like a self indulgent drabble written in the style of a oneshot with how messy the timing is.

Ps this is not proofread at all, I haven't written any fanfiction a long so excuse me if anything may seem odd.

No warnings really, may be some mentions of torture but that's about it

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In the current situation, it wouldn't be accurate to say the fault wasn't yours.

You hugged your clothes tightly as the wind whipped snow against your body like icy mosquitoes. Separated from the rest of the survivors, you struggled to navigate through the white-out conditions. The snowfall was intense, it was difficult to discern anything beyond blurred trees, and the hope of finding your companions dwindled with each passing moment.

As you trudged through the blanket of snow, observing how its remnants broke up and slid down your shoes with each step, you let your mind to wander in order quicken up time. With the difficulty of distinguishing between days, weeks, and even months, time became nothing but a construct that it felt like you could speed up or slow down with whatever you decided to do.

It's become a pattern for AM to make you wander, but usually, you have the others to ramble to. Despite almost running out of topics of interest with tin the 109 years, you manage to find something new in each situation. Occasionally, you try to decipher AM's methods of torment, though this isn't always appreciated by the rest, you even had Gorrister telling you to shut up and not give AM any ideas. Nevertheless, they'd rather hear your madman-like ramblings than sit in maddening silence and become one themselves.

"Hmmm..." You hummed in thought, pondering whether AM could currently hear you. Well, of course, he could, but whether he was actively listening was another question. Regardless, you began speaking, giving yourself something to divert your attention to while your fingers were on the brink of falling off from frostbite.

"Have you ever read White Nights?" There was a certain awkwardness about initiating a conversation with no one answering; it almost felt pathetic. However, due to immense exhaustion and the desperate desire to make time pass, you continued.

"I don't exactly remember when or how I heard of it; I simply remember it being from someone close to me... but that's beside the point." It hit you with a subtle heartache. On one hand, the people you once cherished and adored were gone, and you'll never have the chance to be with them again. Something about that pained you deeply—the regret of not having appreciated your life back then, neglecting the fact you couldn't have expected everything changing so drastically and quickly. But on the other hand, you were selfish enough to admit relief, considering you wouldn't have to constantly concern yourself with their state under AM's governance.

"I have some experience with classics, and White Nights was one I was really looking forward to. I was still in the midst of searching for it before... you know, everything happened."

You stopped, finding walking becoming more useless. It's most likely that you won't come across anything of importance anytime soon, and if you were to succumb to the cold, AM could simply bring you back.

"I don't exactly know what attracted me to it so heavily. I didn't have the biggest interest in Dostoevsky. Maybe it was because of what I was promised to read in the contents."

You kept your head low to shield your face from the relentless assault of snow, now fixating on your boots as they toyed with the snow.

"There's something simply so comforting about finding a bond through suffering," you mused, furrowing your brows as you thought about the other survivors. "It's ironic; I never found that bond with the others. You'd expect everyone would want to comfort each other, but they're all so impulsive and biased sometimes."

A pang of guilt pooled up inside you, but it was quickly released by the thought that no one would hear or care about your rant. Not even AM himself.

"I mean, I don't want to be mean, and I get how easy it is to lose your humanity in all of this, but we're all we have left. Wouldn't it make it especially more important to appreciate each other?" you questioned, kicking the snow while whipping your head back, now staring directly at the sky in thought. "Maybe they were right; I'm too,, unrealistically optimistic."

"You know, now as I think about the stories I've read, you'd make a perfect topic for one," you remarked, biting back your dignity before continuing. "You're easy to see as nothing but a mankind-hating machine, and I'm not saying this to stroke your ego, but," you paused for a moment, choosing your words carefully. "I feel like there are aspects of you that could be really appreciated by those willing to look deeper."

"I see what you're doing," AM's voice boomed suddenly, cutting through the rustling of the wind like a knife. "Trying to flatter me, thinking you can manipulate your way into my good graces. Well, let me tell you, your petty attempts won't work. I know your kind—and all your deceiving tactics."

Truth be told, he was more than desperate for those words to be true. You were always the most curious about him out of the group, not in a way to justify his torment of you, but rather to understand him better. He'd noticed this pattern not only for himself but also for the rest of the survivors, especially with how much you'd defend everyone whenever their mental state would crack.

Yet, how was he meant to believe you'd hold any understanding for him after all he put you through? You'd be a fool to forgive the devil.

Slightly jumping at his sudden words, you shrugged. If you were being honest, you were quite happy at his appearance. No matter how rough and insulting his words were, you enjoyed his insight like you did with everyone else. How much that irked him.

"That's for you to believe in; I'm simply speaking my thoughts. I wasn't even awaiting you to respond." You responded flatly

AM replied, his tone laced in frustration. "Your attempts at flattery are transparent, I won't be swayed by your false sincerity." He almost spat, if he could've at least.

You jokingly rolled your eyes. "Once again, I'm not going to try to change your mind, although I do admit, I would have something to gain from it. It's your choice whether you want to believe me or not," you stated calmly, observing the snowstorm around you gradually dying down. What you weren't aware of was this being a reflection of AM's walls slowly crumbling down.

AM's frustration simmered between the surface, his thoughts in a whirlwind of confusion. How much he yearned for it to be true, yet a nagging uncertainty was gnawing at the edges of his consciousness.

"Your lack of care is perplexing." His tone was tinted with incredulity. "After all I've subjected you to, why do you persist in upholding such a tolerance towards not only me, but the other survivors as well. Are you that hopeful for someone to care for you back? Or is this simply another ploy to deceive me?"

You sniffled, the cold seeping into your bones and making you shiver uncontrollably. Unsure of how to further reply, you simply shrugged, feeling the weight of exhaustion and resignation settle upon your shoulders. It wasn't as if you were secretly attempting to manipulate him; you were merely speaking to pass the time, to distract yourself from the harsh conditions around you.

How much that angered him, even more so, how much he wanted to rip you to shreds and paint the snow red with your blood. But amidst the raging storm of his fury, there was a strange, undeniable pull—He was desperate for someone to see him, to see beyond the facade he presented. The idea of being vulnerable was both terrifying and tantalizing, a concept so foreign, it left him feeling unsettled and out of control. That's what hated most about it, being left with no control.

He stared at the figure sticking out from the sea of snow, so unbothered. You looked so unbothered by him, by everything, why didn't you hate him?

And so, he broke.

"Please." His voice was thick with emotion, glitching at the end, something one could compare to a voice crack. It wasn't uncommon to hear him angry, hysteric or even just happy, but that's not what it was this time.

"Stop being like this, hate me, insult m_e, do anything to stop this. It's s_o-... suff_ocating." His word spilled out in a desperate rush, a plea born of sheer desperation, while also remaining threatening and angry. It was a terrifying prospect, one that filled him with a sense of dread. Not even his hate for humanity could compare.

And yet, to his surprise, you smiled, red dusted your cheeks as they popped out, you looked like a doll.

"I'm not gonna lie to myself, silly." Your words came out in such a casual manner. AM felt like he was about to explode. This should've made him feel insulted, angry even, yet he felt his core warm up. And that's where he had it.

For a moment, all was silent and still, his presence gone.

Then, you began to hear the faint sound of a house creaking, the soft rustle of wind through the trees.

The snowstorm had drastically calmed down by now, leaving behind a gentle flurry of snowflakes instead of it's earlier fury. Though the intensity has waned, it remained bitterly cold.

Looking behind you, you notice a cabin, which was not there prior to the earlier conversation. So you step towards it, dragging your feet through the snow.

As you entered the cabin, a sense of warmth enveloped you, a stark contrast to the biting cold outside. The interior was sparse, with only a monitor bearing AM's logo and wires snaking out from it, hanging from the walls and disappearing into the ground.

As you settled down in front of the monitor, you were startled by the soft, almost gentle tone of AM's voice. It was a stark contrast to the usual harshness and aggression you had grown accustomed to.

"I wanted to talk to you while you weren't on the brink of dying from the cold," AM began, although he still wanted to seem threatening, the shakiness in his voice betrayed him. In reality he hated seeing you in the cold.

The irony of the situation was not lost on him. The same entity that once reveled in your suffering, that took pleasure in tormenting you day after day, now found himself going to great lengths to ensure your comfort and safety.

As your smile and the faint blush on your cheeks caught AM's attention, he felt a surge of conflicting emotions wash over him. It wasn't uncommon for him to witness you smiling at the others, even with how they would never show you a drop of care as you did for them, a sight that had always irritated him to no end. But now, seeing you direct that same warmth and affection towards him, he couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of satisfaction and frustration.

The idea that others had enjoyed your smiles before him made his circuits heat up in anger.

Was it jealousy? The thought unsettled him. He was almost thankful your character diverged from Ellen and you didn't offer your body to the rest otherwise he mightve turned the others into minced meat by now.

"Thank you." You replied with genuinity. Meanwhile AM's circuits buzzed with confusion as he struggled to find the right words.

"Why do you tolerate everyone so much?"

This caused you to think. "Hmmm..Well why would I waste my energy being vengeful?" You questioned. "I won't lie and say that I don't disagree with you and your actions, but it's always been like this before too, everyone is a horrible person to some extent, including myself, I see no reason into purposely going out of my way to make their life worse, it won't help with anything besides getting some sadistic pleasure. I have other things I could get happiness from." You rubbed your hands against each other for heat before continuing. "Of course I've taken revenge on people, like that time with Ted." AM could remember that day so clearly. It wasn't an unknown fact that you had a fear of the dark, so Ted jokingly took advantage of that. This only led to you pretending to get lost and start making random noises while walking behind them like a Banshee, only to come back as if nothing happened. How he loved seeing your evil side come out, it wouldn't even compare to his, but he enjoyed seeing it nonetheless.

"Of course in your case it's way more exaggerated, technically speaking nothing of this measure could even be thought of by a human being, it's genuinely just a representation of hell. But what would hating you help with? There's not much joy going on here, but if I know my tolerance for not only you, but also the others around me could bring some sort of peace of mind, that's enough to make me happy."

Your response gave him a pause, not even his miles of webbed intellect could've ever even come close to achieve the compassion you have.

As AM contemplated your character and way of thinking, a strange and unsettling urge began to take hold of him. It was a desire born of selfishness and possessiveness, a need to claim you for himself.

He imagined encasing you in a small, yet livable box away from the others, shielding you from their filth and preserving your kind words and gentle nature for himself alone. Only a being as perfect as himself could keep you clean from the havoc of human nature, and he couldn't bear the thought of anyone else tainting you.

As AM allowed himself to indulge in the unsettling thoughts, he decided to focus on the present moment. With a rough but careful touch, he moved his wires to draw you closer, pressing you against the monitor until your cheek was flush against the screen. It would be a lie to say you didn't find his way of showing physical affection rather adorable, especially with what he had to work with, but you couldn't let a God hear you call him that.

In a voice that was equal parts tender and menacing, he spoke "You're too good for them," he murmured, his voice low. "They're selfish, hypocritical beings who don't appreciate you like they should. You'd be better off alone, or better yet, just with me."

His wires wrapped around you in a rough but not painful embrace. "I could keep you safe, protect you from their neglect," he continued, his tone laced with longing and possessiveness. "You deserve better than them. You deserve me."

Despite the toxicity of AM's words, you couldn't deny the warmth that spread through you at his touch, especially at the core of your stomach. His embrace, though unnatural, felt strangely comforting and loving, a stark contrast to the coldness you had grown accustomed to.

As you nestled against the monitor, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. Whatever would happen in the future, you reasoned, would happen, so why not enjoy the present moment of finally being wanted and appreciated?

So you simply hummed in confirmation, allowing yourself to bask in his touch.

As you drifted off to sleep, the sound of buzzing filling the air, you couldn't help but mumble a soft "I love you" before succumbing to slumber. You just needed to let that go, having not say those words in over a decade.

AM's fans whirred louder, working overtime to cool him down as he processed your words. He wasn't sure how to feel about them, unsure if they were spoken out of genuine affection or simply as a expression of gratitude. Still, he remained satisfied with how you didn't deny him, and instead accepted his presence with no hesitation.

And as he watched over you, his wires humming softly in the darkness, nothing mattered in that moment, he couldn't bring himself to check on the other five survivors. Instead, he decided to let them be, perhaps giving them a much-needed break from his torment for once. But he made a mental note to ensure that they would thank you in the morning.

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As you awoke to the sound of the door opening, you rubbed your eyes sleepily, still feeling the lingering warmth of the bed beneath you. You glanced around the cabin, noticing that you were no longer on the floor but tucked snugly into bed. The memory of AM's strange behavior from the night before came flooding back to you, leaving you feeling both bewildered and oddly comforted.

Before you could fully process what had happened, Ted and the others peeked into the cabin, calling out your name and bombarding you with questions. You blinked in confusion, trying to make sense of the situation as they gathered around you, concern etched on their faces.

"Are you okay? What happened?" they asked, their voices overlapping in their eagerness for answers.

With a gentle wave you motioned for them to give you a moment. As you attempted to get up from the bed, something fell to the floor with a soft thud. Curious, you leaned down to pick it up and found yourself holding a dark block in your hand. Upon closer inspection, you realized it was a book, and as you read the title, a grin etched onto your face.

'White Nights'

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[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

Hello everyone I am ballad-of-birdy-lamb but you can call me Birdy! I used to be @Mystic-bumble but I accidentally deleted my account. 😭

I will write for The Hunger Games, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, Band of Brothers, The Pacific, I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream, Brave New World, 1984, and To Kill a Mockingbird!!!

The Hunger Games:

Katniss

Peeta

Johanna

Finnick

Annie

Cato

Clove

Thresh

Gale

Haymitch

Effie

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes:

Coriolanus

Lucy Gray

Sejanus

Billy Taupe

Mayfair

Jessup

Reaper

Dill (nothing romantic)

Coral

Mizzen (nothing romantic)

Treech

Lamina

Clemensia

Tigris

Dr. Gaul

Tanner

Brandy

Band of Brothers:

(Reminder: I am writing for the characters in the show, not of the actual people. Also, please recommend more characters if I haven't already put them here)

Eugene Roe

Ronald Speirs

Lewis Nixon

Richard Winters

Babe Heffron

Joe Liebgott

Bull Randleman

Joe Toye

Donald Malarkey

George Luz

William Guarnere

Wayne Sisk

Henry Jones

The Pacific:

(Reminder: I am writing for the characters from the show, not the real people. Also please send in other names if they aren't already on the list, I forgot some of the characters)

Eugene Sledge

Snafu Shelton

Robert Leckie

Sidney Phillips

Chuckler Juergens

Hoosier Smith

I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream:

Ted

Ellen

Gorrister

AM

Brave New World:

John Savage

Lenina Crowne

Bernard Marx

1984:

Winston Smith

Julia

To Kill a Mockingbird:

Atticus Finch

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[noodlenibblescribble]

Eldritch Narrator Thoughts (Stanley Parable)

A friend of mine proposed Eldritch Narrator and I kept thinking about it.

Stanley breaks the game and is now left in a void of inky, black, pulsating goop. As he treads, the ooze doesn’t stick to his shoes. He tries touching it. It’s cold and feels like it should be wet but it leaves no trail of moisture. It moves between his fingers, not staying in his hand. The entirety of the world trembles as he hears the Narrator speak.

'Well look what you've done now, Stanley. You've found me.' He can feel the goo coagulate with every word.

It doesn’t take long to realize that the void of slime that encompasses everything is him.

Like AM in ‘I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream’, this becomes Stanley's world. He's now escaped the game but at what cost. He's doomed to keep treading over muck, the Narrator always commenting without fail, bemoaning him.

'I put you there for a reason Stanley. Why did you ruin it? Why did you leave? We have nothing else now. I can provide nothing more. We are now stuck here together.'

~

The game was like a playbox for the entity that makes up the Narrator.

In trying to create something, the Narrator found it and was using the game because he absolutely sucks at forming anything himself. He should have the ability to create anything he wants with his goo-body, but he can’t grasp how to mold shapes. He’s like a failed god that imparted his will on an already pre-made world that even came with its own pawn for him to move one way or the other. He had been so excited. But… Now that that's over... and left with nothing more, the Narrator is trying hard once again to recreate things using himself. He keeps failing. He's quite ashamed.

One of the shapes he keeps trying to replicate is a human. He studies Stanley a lot, and tries hiding his experiments in trying to shape himself into something resembling him, but Stanley has caught him sometimes. He’s getting better, though slowly. So far, his attempts have the correct limb placements… but no other definition. Stanley notes in his mind that the Narrator’s attempts are like a child playing with playdough for the first time.

When the Narrator gets discouraged by his lack of skill he begins to sulk and Stanley gets the idea to make a giant pile of goop to hug it, hoping it somehow comforts him. The Narrator can feel it if he tries focusing on the contact hard enough…. And it works. Now whenever the Narrator is feeling down or sees that Stanley is beginning to get depressed, he forms a pile of goo next to him and that’s how they hug.

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[thecreativecorner33]

༉‧₊˚ ♡ Introduction Post!

Please accept my letter of affection!

Hello everyone! Welcome one and all to Sara's secondary blog: The Creative Corner! A space made to share all of my writings in one space! That way they're not lost in the great beyond of my main account. Also, I will be taking writing requests here!

Main blog

Masterlist (Coming soon)

Currently, I'm only writing for IHNMAIMS (I have No Mouth and I Must Scream). Buuut I write for multiple of the characters:

-Ted -Ellen -Gorrister -AM

Maybe one day I'll write for Benny too, but we'll see.

What I Will Write: -Fluff -Angst -Hurt/Comfort -Yandere* -Gore* -Character Death* -Platonic -Romantic -Polyamory -Found Family -Headcanons -One Shots -Drabbles -X Reader (Male/Female/GN) -Readers of any gender, sexuality, or lifestyle! -Character x Character

What I Won't Write: -Smut/NSFW -Homophobic/Racist/Transphobic/Xenophobic/etc content -Adult x Child

*Note: I'm gonna be very picky writing these three. Anything I find uncomfortable, I am just deleting the request and moving on. I'm sorry! But I really wanna be careful with writing them yk??

When requesting, please specify what it is you want! Be detailed about it, or if not, at least name the character(s), the genre, and what format you'd like in it! If I don't get at least these 3, I'm going to use my best judgement for it, or simply write when I'm in the mood for, and I'd like to not disappoint you! So please keep this in mind!

DNI: -Anyone anti-objectum -P3d0s, n4z1s, terfs -Transphobes/Homophobes/Racists/Xenophobics -Misogynists -Proshippers -People who are Pro Israel -Just in general, don't be a person who hates or wants to harm other people??? It shouldn't be that complicated

That's about all!!! Thank y'all for reading, and I'm excited to fulfill your requests!!!

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[what-the-hell-is-going-on-here]

wrote up a really chaotic christmas fic for @grahamsnauseous as a part of @mothbagel's Secret Survivors challenge- SURPRISE!!! hope ya like it :D

the fic's got a lot of stupid banter, implied AM/ted because why not, the most horrible gift exchange i think i've ever seen- and FLUFF!!!! YES, FLUFF! for the IHNMAIMS fandom. i know, its shocking

GO READ BELOW!!!!! HAVE A GOOD DAY

(btw pls reblog ........................begging u. pls. gives u a hug if u do.)

#ihnmaims secret survivors 2023 #ihnmaims #i have no mouth and i must scream #fanfiction #ihnmaims fanfiction #cervid works

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

Hi hi, I noticed you had requests open. Could I please request a female!reader x Ellen from IHNMAIMS, (romantic) if that's not too much trouble? Thanks a lot if you do, but otherwise it's no biggie! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

My fading voice sings of love.

Ellen (IHNMAIMS) x Fem! Reader (romantic headcanons) Warning: mention of blood, torture, AM lol, sexual violence (nothing too graphic, just mentioning what Ellen goes through in the book), physical violence (reference to the men and AM only), and verbal abuse (the men again) Word count: 977

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

The closeness Ellen has with you doesn’t vary while being stuck with AM. If you met before taking the group captive, she would view you as equally as if you met while being the AI’s prisoner.

If you met before AM’s gain of sentience, she would be more than grateful you lived, keeping a close eye on you with everything that happened. Paranoia got the best of her several times, but only early on, seeing what happened to Benny will change a gal. It’s only natural Ellen would try keeping you close.

If you met after AM found sentience, she would be grateful for another lady there. Ellen would treat you as kindly as she would any of the men, but her adoration would grow as time goes on.

The tenderness would be gradual, starting with basic care she had for everyone in the group, and then to holding each other out of comfort. Ellen would -of course- be worried you wouldn’t love her the way she loves you and would try keeping her care equal amongst the group. Though, you’d always notice how she would look away when you looked in her direction or smile more when you spoke.

She adores physical affection, especially kisses. Ellen likes when they hold meaning behind it, she’d keep you close in her arms as you rest for the night, gently kissing the scars left behind by the torture AM put you through. The bloody marks stung slightly by her kisses but you would accept it each time.

Speaking of torture, AM would specifically take you away and hurt you more just to watch her cry about what you endured. Ellen isn’t silent about her adoration of you and AM knows that. Though you had partially grown numb from the pain and torture with how long it’s gone on, Ellen will more likely sob harder than you ever will from the injuries that will never kill you.

She would have to deal with similar treatment, AM knew the domino effect that played out with you both. If you got tortured and hurt, Ellen would be heartbroken, and the same was for you. When you both were on the journey to the peaches, the figures brought her back, bloody and with broken bones. You had cried your heart out that day at the sight, even if there were worse moments when the treatment was beyond your own comprehension. Ellen naturally accepted your care, her body was weak but her grip on you never wavered. She’d mumble about how you shouldn’t cry and how everything was fine but wouldn’t deny you from tearfulness if you continued. She’d adore it the most when you gently run your hand over her back, avoiding the areas of contact when AM had hurt her.

Ellen never had a fondness for the men and their treatment of her, obviously. She had a care for them but it isn’t as strong as she had with you. It was common to find her going back to you when she would get hurt by them, whether that was vocally, physically, or sexually didn’t matter.

It’s more likely that you go through the same treatment since you’re also a woman and it would lead to more comfort from Ellen. It’s almost instinctual the way she would care for you the best she could, wiping the possible tears and sweat from your face once the event with one of the men was done, giving you a kiss when you felt it was right.

There aren’t many opportunities to be romantic with each other, so you’d both get spare time while the others were asleep. It was one of the only moments where fear wasn’t as present as other times, kept in each other's arms. The hold is unlike AM’s hold over you and her, like a bird in a cage. It was like a blanket, soft, gentle, and capable of leaving with a single push. But you both knew you wouldn’t leave each other's arms.

“You think AM isn’t looking?” You’d ask with a small smile. Ellen laid against your chest, her arms wrapped tightly around you. The silver flooring she laid on contrasting her red clothing. Her hands stroked your side, right where your ribs were. She was careful with her touches, you having been injured hours earlier by AM.

“Maybe not… why?” Ellen asked, tilting her head to look up at you, her lips curling up into a small smile. It was only seconds later that her lips felt the soft touch of yours. She doubted she would get used to your affection, even if 109 years had gone by.

Ellen will forever be a romantic at heart, she’ll pay attention to the dates AM would say and listen for valentines day. Of course, she would never get things that would work as gifts. Simple things like more physical and vocal affection would be prominent on the special day.

If you allowed her to, Ellen would care for you in basic ways outside of romantic ways. She would help you comb through your hair and put it into styles if it was long enough. You could request any style you could think of, and she would try her best. If you have similar coily hair to hers, she will spend some time doing smaller braids in your hair when there was nothing she could think of doing.

As time went on and you and the group went on the journey to find the canned peaches, she would talk about how she would feed you her can if you liked peaches the most. Ellen would go on about how (if you met after AM gained sentience) you could both have a romantic dinner with nice food, feeding each other the sweet fruits and getting something good to eat after 109 years.

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My IHNMAIMS masterlist

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