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thetopichot · 4 months

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•°♡ Comfort Prompts VII ♡°•

Been awhile since I did one of these. I was so busy writing headcanons for the Yuurivoice fandom, but I would forget you guys who get tired of me ranting about some hot goth ceo. Consider this as my early holiday present to you!

"If you don't mind, could you stay on the call for me? Until I fall asleep?" "Of course, my love."

"You are beautiful regardless of what you wear, my dear. You could be in sweat pants & I would still kiss your lips."

"Honey, you're exhausted. You're not gonna get any better if you don't get any rest. Here, let me take you to bed."

"You have a very nice voice." "Well, it looks like this nice voice is putting you to sleep." "That's good to hear."

"Some nice hot cocoa should help soothe your throat, love."

Having a sore throat & them going out to the store to find some remedies to help make it better.

Putting some rain noises in the background to help you sleep. (Rain noises hit FUCKING different. 😩)

Them reading one of their books out loud to help you fall asleep & the sound their voice helps you sleep.

They're working late tonight so you devise a plan to do a FaceTime just so you can feel their presence near you.

Rubbing your back to help you fall asleep.

☆ミ Author's Notes Underneath 👇 ☆ミ

🩷 - Felt eepy with this one, fellas. Well, it's technically the wintertime & it's natural to feel so sleepy. Makes ya wanna curl up into a blanket & take a long ass sleep. I was also listening to music box music while writing this, so no wonder this has a sleepy theme to it. I'm going to drop it here so you guys can give it a listen.

This might be the last prompt of the year since I'm probably gonna take a break. Hey, I think I deserve it because I made hella progress in what? Like 4 months? I have gained lots of support for my work & 180 followers. Jesus!

Before I go, I want to say. Thank you. Thank you for everything you guys have done for me, even though it's not much. This started as a blog for shits & giggles about silly boys. Now, it's a blog where I write for fun. I haven't written for fun in a while & by God, this is some fresh air.

Now, I'm going to be adjusting the Masterpost so it's less crowded & I will be on my merry way.

I'm Louie & thank you for shopping at the Topic Hot.

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jazminetoad · 5 months

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Make a playlist for your ship

A song that plays over when they first see/meet each other

A song that reminds them of each other

A song that represents when they're dreaming of the other

A song that represents their happiest moment together

A song that represents their mutual struggle in life

A song they'd dance to together

A song that represents their uncertainty

A song when they're stuck in a room with the other

A song that represents (one of) their confessions

A song when they see the other's dark/secret side

A song that plays at their wedding

A song that would play over when one of them is near death or dies

A song they'd put on to comfort each other

Inspired by @more-oc-questions OC playlist template post

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moving-to-dreamwinged · 4 months

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selfshippers who aren’t comfortable sharing i love you ! be as possessive as you would like as long as you’re not hurting or harassing anyone; your f/o is yours and they know just how much you love them. you understand your relationship better than anyone, and if not sharing is what’s right for you, you shouldn’t feel guilty about taking comfort in that.

selfshippers who are comfortable sharing i love you ! you have so much love in your hearts and it’s a beautiful thing that youre open to forging friendships with others who have the same interests. i have so much respect for you and your f/o would just adore your kindness. keep doing what you’re doing and keep making this community a wonderful place to be.

bottom line , you are all wonderful and your selfship is valid no matter what <3

unless , of course, youre a proshipper ; go away i don’t support u .

#f/o #self ship #to be honest i fall into the first category unfortunately . but in a very niceys way i promise #not in a jealousy way really but in a I Get Sad And Feel Invalid way yk #i wish i could be better about that. sigh #self ship positivity #f/o positivity #selfshipping #selfshipper #self shipping community #self ship community #selfship community #f/o community #f/o comfort #f/o prompts #f/o x self insert #f/o x s/i #oc x canon

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spaceratprodigy · 5 months

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for the mistletoe prompt: #3 for miss Iris & Nick?

@bokatan — [ smooch prompts ]

That'll get the coolant pumping! 💖😈💖

#I may have gotten a lil excited 😳#literally I have not been able to shut up lately abt how much I have been achingggg for their romance again!!#this prompt was perfect <3 #heheheh thank you bo!!#my art #sole survivor #fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #nick valentine #nick valentine fallout 4 #fallout 4 nick valentine #fo4 nick valentine #oc x canon

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sennamybeloved · 8 months

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➤ SELFSHIPTOBER 2023 !

from the creator of the “seren’s selfshiptober” list from last year, i bring you yet another list of fun and spooky prompts for all sorts of self ship creations! there are a few repeat prompts from the old list, but i tried to spice things up.

#1. first kiss

#2. forest

#3. carnival

#4. gift

#5. flowers

#6. cuddles

#7. spell

#8. tragedy

#9. healing

#10. protect

#11. blood

#12. art

#13. stars

#14. nightmares

#15. tranquil

#16. afraid

#17. creatures of the night

#18. party

#19. costumes

#20. married (in an untraditional sense)

#21. garden

#22. bickering

#23. mysterious

#24. deep water

#25. lanterns

#26. weapon

#27. trust

#28. full moon

#29. feast

#30. cold weather

#31. candy/trick-or-treat

please tag your posts with #selfshiptober 2023 & tag me if you'd like me to see what you create!! no limitations here; you can skip prompts, combine prompts, start the prompts early, drag them out into november... just have fun :)

#selfshiptober #selfshiptober 2023 #self ship #self ship community #f/o community #self insert community #self insert x canon #oc x canon #f/o x s/i #f/o x you #self ship imagines #f/o imagines #self ship prompts #halloween selfship #yumeship #selfship #lotus’s stuff

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kimslovebin · 2 months

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imagine your romantic f/o singing or humming you a lullaby as you sleep peacefully in their arms, they hold you close and make sure you're safe and cozy. they want to make sure your safe and secure in their arms, they even let out a little "i love you" and a small kiss on your forehead before they fall asleep as well.

PR0SHIP/C0MSHIP/DNI.

read my pinned !

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someoneimsure · 2 years

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Can you imagine if Jason actually was in a book club during high school and met a person there who very much remembered him like super fondly? Like he comes back to life thinking no one remembers and then this friend from school randomly recognizes him on the street and greets him like an old friend and tells him exactly where they last met and the books they would talk about and says “Hey, I heard you were kidnapped and everyone thought you were dead. I’m glad you’re doing better” and during their small talk this person suddenly laughs and says “You haven’t changed a bit!” and now suddenly Jason is stalking this person for weeks trying to figure out how to salvage the only friendship he apparently ever had in his entire life and somehow completely forgot about.

#don't tell me he wasn't in high school because yes he was #he died at age 15 and was a studious kid and therefore he was a high school student #like why the fuck do people not think he was in a high school #ideas #my post #Jason Todd #Red hood #Jason Todd x OC #Jason Todd x Reader #people i give you permission to steal this idea for Jason and run with it #i want this shit to happen in canon omg #hell it could even be tim x jason #they're only two years apart and could have been in a book club in middle school together #Jason was robin since he was 12 #it works #jaytim #DC Prompt

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shroomblade · 12 days

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another two prompts, the lovestruck and the crossover !! adding my oc part with the lovestruck because yeah..

crossover is my boy astro boy wearing gadget’s fedora and being silly as ever

time to start doing the next rounds 💪‼️‼️

#inspector gadget #inspector gadget 1983 #inspector gadget fanart #inspectorgadget24 #oc x canon #astro boy #astro boy 1980 #fanart #prompt #my hands are gaining strength ong #it is like very late where i am but idc #the grind don't stop

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robo-milky · 1 month

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OC x Canon Week Bonus Day: Missing the Other

To wrap this up, I’ll let the ship be ambiguous ;) Since the challenge is over, I’ll show off the more… detailed drafts I preplanned for the first day. (Debating between ships and prompts at the time)

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thetopichot · 6 months

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•°☆ Pet Names ☆°•

Pet names that go absolutely fucking bonkers. Consider this as like a spin-off of the Swoon!~ prompts.

"Good morning, my darling." (FOLDED LIKE MY LAUNDRY 😩)

"I can see right through you, babydoll."

"Loveeee, don't tease me. You know I hate it."

"Let me help you up, sweetheart."

"Just hold on tight, hun."

"My dear, I will never let you go."

"Your lips taste so sweet, baby."

"Anything for you, your majesty." (Making me feel like royalty fr fr 🤭)

"Hop onto my lap, dollface."

"Don't worry, angel. Just hang tightly onto me."

☆ミ Author's Notes Underneath 👇 ☆ミ

🩷 - I was in a MOOD today. I just listened to Werewolf Seth's audio last night & WOOOOO boy, I WAS IN A MOOD. Besides that, I wasn't sure what to write. I was only thinking about pet names because SETH WAS RIZZING ME BRO. So, gaybo thoughts going on.

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wordsbymae · 1 month

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The Fisherman Pt. 1

Continues from the prologue that you can find on my masterlist. I actually really struggled with this one, I have so many ideas of where to take it, that I couldn't really choose one consistent way of bridging it to where I want it.

The fog curled around the bay, seeping into the cracks and crevices of the island. You imagined the fog being devoured by the land itself, nourishing the barren, desolate rock you were forced to call home. The sky was near black, the sun suffocated by dark clouds. Rain pelted down, leaving harsh lines along the window you looked out from. You shivered in slight fear as the small house shook from a powerful burst of wind. The storm was frightening in its power, the lighthouse overlooking the bay failing to make a difference.

You felt nothing but disappointment.

Disappointed the fisherman was not amongst the waves. You had hoped his boat would have been dashed across the jagged rocks lining the cliffs. Instead, he made his presence known by the sound of his heavy footfalls up the old wooden stairs. He pauses for a brief moment at the last step, his weight shifting slightly. An audible creak lifting into the air. Your eyes were still trained solely on the waves crashing against the rocks. Even above the rain and wind, you could still hear the constant sound of the bay in all its chaos. You shifted your gaze from the bay to the fisherman's reflection. His sad, lonely eyes staring back at you. Almost as if he was willing you to turn around.

His mouth opens.

Then shuts.

He looks down back the stairs, weighing his options. He shifts his weight onto his back foot, the decision of leaving you alone silently on his mind.

You begin to left out a breath you'd been holding.

His weight shifts again, the creaking of the wood signalling your fate.

He begins to walk to you. You suck back in a breath, straighten your back and close your eyes.

He stops mere inches away from you. You can smell the salt on his skin and feel the heat he provides. In this cold, decaying house he felt like hell fire.

Your eyes remained shut, your ears listening to his shallow, frantic breaths, almost in time with the waves breaking on the rocks.

You open your eyes slowly, willing him to be gone. He stood silently behind you, eyes fixated on yours in the reflection.

"Will you come for supper?" he croaks, struggling to articulate each word. You struggle to remember a time you've heard his voice. Even before he took you kicking and screaming from your small village by the sea, you could hardly say you've ever heard anything from his mouth. Not even a whisper.

You turn to face him, eyes dull and lifeless. You could feel a dull ache in your belly, you imagined it was hunger. Though in the week you have been trapped within these walls, you failed to feel anything but despair. Not even the pains of hunger or the dryness of your throat for the want of water could compare to the growing emptiness within you.

You stare into his eyes. They unnerve you. So bright and cold. You remarked to yourself that they seem to be mimicking humanity rather than being of it. Looking into his eyes filled you with dread. You turned your attention back to the window, away from his soulless eyes.

"No thank you" you answer, keeping your voice level. His shoulders sag at the reply, you had been sitting at this window in the attic for hours now. Before that, the window in the kitchen. Before that, your eyes were focused on the ceilings rafters in your bedroom, counting each strand of the spiders webs swaying like flags in the breeze that floated into the house.

He sighs, disappointment flows across his face, before a dull spark of emotion makes its home on his face. You think for a second it is guilt or maybe just the way the rain on the window muddles his reflection.

You watch as his hand ruffles into his pocket, the same time another gust of wind pushes against the house. You don't fear it this time round.

His hand removes itself from the abyss it found itself in. You can't see what is inside his hand, only catching a bright glimmer of gold. It blinds you for a moment, until you blink, and the glimmer turns to nothing. He ponders for a moment, a finger plays around the edges of the small object in your hand.

"I have this for you" his voice is smoother this time, still harsh, but mellowed in its little usage. His face still looking upon the object. Eyes becoming focused purely on the motions he conducts with his finger.

He blinks slowly and lifts his gaze towards you.

You turn to face him, eyes slowly falling upon his open palm. He reaches it towards you in a silent offering. He needs not to say a word, the action screams loudly at you instead.

'Please, Please, Please, Please, Please'

Asking for what you don't know. You've tried to ponder his motives, his desires, but he never made them known.

A small golden ring laid upon his palm, a dark lilac gem sat amongst vines of gold, the gem catches the light with ease, another bright glimmer catches your gaze.

There is something about it, the craftmanship, the way light seemed to bend itself away from it, the cold that radiated from it. Without thought your hand inches towards it, hesitating just as you begin to grasp the metal.

You doubt his intentions, his motive behind gifting you this strange yet beautiful artifact. He stole you from your home, ripped you from your family, marooned you amongst a decaying house upon a desolate island. But as you gazed into the gem, the specks of gold, silver and lilac dancing in the light, the worries amongst your mind floated away, devoured like fog into the cracks of the island.

Before you truly comprehended what was occurring, the ring was slipped onto your left ring finger. You weren't even sure if it was you who did it.

Now nestled on your hand, it was warm, it felt like it had been there for years. But of course it does, because it had been there for years. Hadden it? The feeling of emptiness and despair lifted from you in a second, collected with your worries and floated away to be consumed. In fact, what exactly were you upset about? You know you had felt something, or maybe the absence of something. But it was gone, as if you were waking from a strange and unsettling dream. You admired the ring upon your finger, just as you lifted your gaze to admire your husband. He was so good to you, providing for you, protecting you. Because that is what husbands do, right?

The rain continued, even falling harder, the clouds finally succeeded in diminishing the last of the suns light, and darkness descended upon the bay. Yet, it was all perfect. The chaos and the violence of nature was so so so perfect. Everything was. Because of cause it was. You had your husband, your love, right in front of you. Everything would forever be perfect with him.

A bright smile broke across your face. You wondered for a brief second why it felt so unnatural. Oh well, these feelings come and go.

Your husband's face shone with delight at your display of emotion. A dry, flustered laugh began to emerge from his mouth.

"Do you love me?" he urged, hands rough from work gripping onto yours, thumb playing with your wedding band.

"Of course I do...um...husband!" you giggled back, stopping only to realise you have forgotten his name. How could you forget your husband's name? How embarrassing! Oh well, these things happen.

He allowed himself to finally laugh, a desperate, ugly display of pure joy. You laughed along side him, not understanding why he felt the need to display such a sight.

A feeling began creeping over you as he continued, you couldn't quite place it. It wasn't very nice though, it was harsh and almost wet in feeling, like your heart was being drowned under a roaring current. Your laughs began to mutate, from those of joy to laughs of fear, what was this growing inside you? It felt slimy and ugly, pushing out from within, like a creature desperate to be released. Tears began to flood your eyes. The pain of this feeling encompassed your body. Your husband still laughed, why couldn't he see your tears? Why didn't he feel this grip of dread that overwhelmed you?

Sobs began to rack your frame, breaths came out if huffs and gasps for breath, you didn't understand anything. Who was this man? Surely if you were married you would know him by name? Surely you would feel safe with him, but instead fear and sorrow encompassed the air you shared between you.

You looked down to your joined hands and a gleam of purple stopped your questions. The gleam grows, pulsating in beat with your heart, your cries softened, the feeling of dread and fear slowly slithered away, back down deep deep deep deep inside you.

You looked up. Oh! Your husband was looking at you, with...fear?

"Is everything okay husband?" you ask. Head tilting, tears drying upon your face. Had you been crying? Surely not.

"Yes, yes of course my love. Everything is absolutely perfect” he rushes, a smile lifting the corners of his mouth.

You smile back.

Everything is perfect.

#fisherman yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere drabble #yandere prompts #fisherman oc #yandere fisherman #yandere x female reader #to be fair gender isnt mention like at all #but reader is canonically fem

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cassidysinferno · 5 months

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prompt #1

Villain with a Superhero as their older sibling! and despite being a villain, superhero is too much of a sweetheart to abandon their younger sibling because they're the only family they had left.

but! since they're sort of short on money..and Superhero won't accept robbed money, it was an unspoken agreement that their "secret" base is either in the basement or the attic because one or both of them couldn't afford one. like..

superhero goes into the basement because they used it as a storage room for their other belongings despite it being villain's base

they see villain interrogating their teammate and goes behind them.

"So that's why you better give me information regarding the agenc—"

Superhero puts their hand on villain's shoulder "Villain. what did i say about kidnapping my friends??"

Villain got obviously startled and looked behind them, smiling sheepishly while Hero looks at the both of them confused. because why the fuck is Superhero here?? and did they just imply that they've discussed about this before??

"I- uh..erm. uh." the villain stammers.

then a few moment of scolding like a mother scolding their child later, Superhero helped untying Hero.

#hero x villain #villain x superhero #BUT PLATONICALLY.#siblings.#hero x villain prompts #this is based off of my ocs actually. Lucifer and his brother. in the superheroes AU though because canonically the brother is DEAD #yeah that's right #no ocs of mine has no trauma

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melis-writes · 10 months

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Victoria touching herself for Michael to watch. 😳

😳 😳 How many of us girlies can sit still while doing that in front of Michael Corleone…

‘God…’ With your head slightly tilted back and lost within self indulgence, your eyes remain half open while soft, hot breaths escaping your lips with each moan.

Michael’s plush, full lips wrap around the end his half-finished cigarette as he keeps his eyes scouring over your body in both entertainment and amusement; arousal pulsating over his body.

Kneeling on the center of the bed with your legs spread as wide as you can keep them, your fingers toy over your dewy clit—spreading your wetness over the folds of your pussy again and again.

Michael’s lustful gaze over you only intensifies your arousal pumping through you, rushing warmth to your skin as your breathing begins to hitch on and off.

Michael’s half shrugged off overcoat loosely hands over his shoulders and arms as he sits upon the armchair in the corner of the bedroom, facing you.

Michael’s tie is almost completely loosened; five of the buttons on his dress shirt undone to reveal a peek of his chest hair, his leather belt on the floor with one hand resting over his thigh while he smokes with the other in what one may describe as almost elegant yet cautious.

Not once does Michael take his eyes off of you or your actions, and while he watches you tease and please yourself, you feel his eyes directly locked with yours but over every inch of your body at the same time.

Michael notices the way your tongue wets your lips, how you squeeze your eyes shut when you edge off your growing orgasm and how the muscles in your body strain towards the rush of pleasure constantly hitting you.

“Perfect,” he whispers out, watching you slick two fingers inside of your pussy in and out in perfect rhythm; the sloppy sounds of your arousal’s lubrication being nothing but music to his ears.

“M-Michael,” you breathe, bucking your hips out of reaction as you feel more of your wetness begin to trickle inbetween your thighs.

“Good girl,” Michael comments back—speaking in a soft, ushered tone as he watches your thighs begin to quiver again. “Hold yourself back for me, again.”

You give a small, shaky nod as you continue to rub over your throbbing clit with your thumb; your fingers practically sliding over your pussy from how wet you’ve grown.

“You…” You moan softly, squeezing your eyes shut for a brief second, “love watching me do this to myself, d-don’t you?”

Michael’s gaze hardens over you at your question as he gives you a slow, stern nod—blowing smoke out towards you. “Are you talking back to me?”

“N-no, Don Corleone,” you whine, slowly beginning to add a third finger in.

Michael lowers his cigarette, putting it out upon the crystal ashtray next to him; noticing how your actions begin to slow down from an inevitable orgasm attempting to push through.

“Don’t,” Michael speaks out, gesturing for you to come to him.

“I was—” You pant quietly, moving your hands away.

“You’re not going to let yourself cum,” Michael states, interrupting you. “Come here.”

Blushing furiously, you slowly get off the bed and begin to get down on your knees; careful with your thighs shaking again before you look up at Michael obediently.

“You’re doing so well,” Michael purrs, reaching towards the fly of his dress trousers. “Come here. You won’t come without me this time.”

#godfather au #michael corleone x reader #michael corleone #michael corleone x reader smut #michael corleone x oc #michael corleone smut #smut prompts #moth to flame fic #moth to flame fanfic #godfather x reader #godfather smut #canon #vichael

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anemoflower · 8 months

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I made my own prompt list of a 30 Days OTP Challenge for selfships and oc x canon ships

If anyone wants to, you can use this list at any time you like, I hope it might be useful :> You can also skip, switch or use your own prompts if one of them is not fitting for your ship! Just have fun!

[This is a remake of a list I did back in 2017]

#selfship community #selfship #romantic f/o #oc x canon #self insert x canon #30 day otp challenge #30 day selfship challenge #I was inspired by several otp prompts :>#you can also write fics if you want to #(this took me longer than expected oof)#Let's see if I can draw something for this myself I'm so slow with art recently :')

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jaimecelesteart · 4 months

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More meme redraws cause I've been having a lot of fun with them!

#art #illustration #goth #music #comics #gorillaz fanart #gorillaz #oc x canon #otp prompts #draw your otp #murdoc niccals #stuart pot #gorillaz oc #steven universe

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kaedeships · 5 months

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i love to think that the f/o's i've had since i was a child have grown up with me. these f/o's were minors in the literature and media i consumed as a kid, and now they're my age, and we're in university and sharing an apartment together !! you can your f/o's could be dorming together, sharing a class, have the same major, whatever you want ! your f/o's GREW UP alongside you, and they are with you and your life's journey every step of the way.

i say this because i was just called a pxdo in my inbox for aging up some of my f/o's who are minors in canon

#f/o #f/o community #f/o content #fictional other community #oc x canon #self insert #self ship #self-ship community #f/o prompts #pro fiction #profic #pro ship #proship positivity #proship safe #proship selfship #proship

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