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Thinking of doing commissions, my pricing would look like this:
1,000 words = $10 USD
2,000 words = $20 USD
3,000 words = $30 USD
I would prefer to write for my original characters (CCE specifically) but I can try writing simply Whumpee/Whumper/Caretaker content, but you'd have to be more detailed with exactly what you want, since I have a hard time understanding things unless in large detail.
There is a chance I can write "you" pronouns if anyone wants more self-ship content with my OCs.
Payment would be upfront, and I'd be taking Venmo.
I'd be willing to write most whump-related content, though NSFW content won't go on this blog (I'll make a separate one just for NSFW writings).
I only want to do commissions if more than one person would commission me, therefore I'm just going to do a poll for now.
#personal#commissions#kind of worded it wrong and more like “would you be interested in commissioning me?”#but i originally wrote this at 3am and cant edit the poll question#oh well lol#the word count is roughly that amount btw#if i write more than 1000 words (or any other agreed on amount) i will not charge extra#dont know if i had to specify that but in case i did.. yea
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Hi ! You may have done this before but if not could you give your ocs Pokemon teams ?
Marshall: Nidoking, Banette, Luxio, Jellicent, Meowstic, Slowbro
Lawrence: Meganium, Simipour, (dandy) Furfrou, Inteleon, Kingdra, Manectric
Sadie: Combusken, Floatzel, Maractus, Bewear, Appletun, Dachsbun
Nathan: Arbok, Umbreon, Lucario, Krookodile, Corviknight, Ceruledge
Charlotte: Ninetales, Roselia, Vespiquen, Mienshao, Lurantis, Rapidash
Harper: Liepard, Gourgeist, Salazzle, Thievul, Tinkaton, Magcargo
#answered ask#lawrence oc#marshall oc#nathan oc#charlotte oc#sadie oc#harper oc#i lost interest after alola and barely remember anything about pokemon#but an attempt was made
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frothing at the mouth and begging for more cruel lawrence content. either with marshall and nathan but since you mentioned nathan had it the worst, could you write something for that?
I've been so busy and burnt out lately, but I pushed through for once lol. I've written Nathan being tortured before, but since this has been sitting in my inbox forever, I decided I'd give it another go.
TW: Torture with hot iron, failed escape attempt, parental whumper, burns, infantilizing behavior
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Even when Nathan tried to conform to Lawrence's twisted views on family and parenting, he always did something wrong. Even if he hypothetically didn't hate Lawrence's guts, he wasn't nearly as much of a lovey-dovey person as his captor was.
When Lawrence would hear what he deemed as a sarcastic comment or rude tone, he'd give him a warning and blank stare that hid any emotions that might be bubbling underneath the surface.
The situation was so bizarre, it was almost funny to him. How many people in the world had gotten kidnapped by a delusional man who believed he was their father?
Not a lot, he could assume. How unlucky could one be, right?
It seemed that Nathan was one of those people.
Surprisingly, Nathan's least favorite punishments weren't getting tortured in the basement. The punishments he hated the most were the infantilizing ones, where Lawrence would talk down to him like a goddamn baby, and then go make him stand in a corner or something equally degrading.
At least Lawrence treated him like the adult he was when he kicked him repeatedly in the ribs and called him every name in the book.
Nathan had a high tolerance for pain. He thought that was the farthest Lawrence was willing to go, physically speaking. As much as Lawrence liked to play daddy, Nathan didn't think he'd ever go so far as to truly hurt his "kid".
How wrong he was.
For a week now, he managed to pretend to be the sweet little angel Lawrence wanted him to be. Lawrence would see through his sardonic comments or wry tone and Nathan would get a warning look.
It would stop there, thankfully. Maybe if he played his cards right, he could gain Lawrence's trust and get the hell out of here.
The biggest issue was he could barely even be physically close to Lawrence without cringing and feeling his stomach turn. His fist wanted to act on its own when the blond bastard would call him "sweetheart" or kiss his forehead.
"You're quiet today," Lawrence mentioned at breakfast.
Nathan poked at the pancake on his plate with a fork. He wasn't very hungry. "I'm fine. I just didn't sleep well."
Lawrence tilted his head in sympathy. "I'm sorry, bud. Did you have another nightmare?"
He hated being reminded of that. One night he woke up screaming because of a nightmare--about Lawrence, of course. Lawrence had rushed into his room and cradled him in his arms like an infant.
It was nauseating. Nathan could remember vividly how his body had shuddered in fear when Lawrence insisted on holding him for the rest of the night.
The only reason Nathan allowed it was because Lawrence had hurt him badly the previous night. The last thing he wanted was another violent punishment so soon after his last one.
"No," Nathan lied. "It wasn't a nightmare. I just couldn't sleep."
Lawrence frowned, lifting his eyebrows in worry. "That's no good. Maybe you need a nightlight. Would that help?"
Nathan didn't know whether to laugh or cry at that suggestion. Sometimes he wondered if Lawrence was directly trying to piss him off.
"Sure," Nathan decided to humor him. "A nightlight might help."
Lawrence's features softened in happiness, thinking he had found a solution to a problem that wasn't even there. "Anything for you, buddy. You know that."
He took a bite of his pancake so he wouldn't have to say anything back to that. He finished the rest of his breakfast quickly and put his plate in the sink. Nathan wasn't in the mood for interacting with Lawrence today, so he went into his room and tried to nap.
Nathan didn't actually manage to get much sleep. He was exhausted, but the memories of everything Lawrence had done to him wouldn't stop playing over and over in his head.
If he didn't go insane in here, it'd be a miracle.
At one point, Nathan could hear his bedroom door opening. He buried his face under his pillow, pretending to be asleep. Lawrence must have bought the act, because Nathan heard him close the door.
After a few more minutes of laying down, Nathan sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes.
He was tired, but his mind was too noisy. He really needed something to do around here, or he was going to lose it. He decided talking to Lawrence was better than nothing, so he got up and headed into the living room. Lawrence was usually there, but this time there was no sign of him.
"Lawrence?" Nathan called out. No matter how much he was going to try to play nice, he was not going to call that man his dad. No way in hell. "Where are you?"
There was no answer, which was odd. Usually Lawrence was in the living room at this time.
He frowned, beginning to wonder if maybe he had gone out. He looked out the front window to see his car still there. That meant Lawrence was definitely here somewhere.
Nathan trudged back up the stairs until he heard him talking. He was using that different tone of his voice, more professional. Oh. He was on a business call, or maybe even doing some kind of interview or audition. He was usually on those calls for hours at a time, which meant Nathan was always restrained while Lawrence did his work.
This was a perfect opportunity he couldn't just not take advantage of. It was risky, but his gut was telling him to give it a shot.
He crept back down the stairs and to the front door. Knowing Lawrence, his room was likely locked and he probably had his keys and phone on him anyway, but maybe if he could find something to pick the lock with...
Nathan looked through the kitchen drawers and found a paperclip. It would have to do. He carefully inserted it into the hole, feeling around for a moment before the lock clicked and the door opened.
For a brief moment, he hesitated. Was it really that easy? Could he really just walk out that door?
No alarms, no locks, no Lawrence holding him back?
He stepped outside, shutting the door quietly behind him. As soon as it was shut, he took a deep breath and ran as fast as his legs would take him.
On his left was the eerily bleak and empty beach, and on his right was a thick forest that surrounded the house, that was somehow even creepier.
Nathan made a split second decision and ran for the forest, hoping there would be a road there.
He ducked under trees, sidestepped bushes, and leapt over rocks and sticks. He didn't stop running even when his legs began to feel like lead. Even when he had the wind knocked out of him by a low-hanging branch. He kept running.
For what felt like a lifetime, Nathan continued through the woods. It was mostly silent, save for his heavy breathing and footsteps on the ground below.
After a while, he slowed down so he could catch his breath and assess his surroundings.
Nothing looked familiar. There was a bit of sun coming through the leaves and branches of the trees above, but the sun would soon be gone. The farther he walked, the darker the area became. Nathan had never been afraid of the dark, but something about this place just made him uncomfortable.
Even if he wanted to return to Lawrence, to admit he fucked up and take whatever brutal punishment he'd be given, he wasn't sure if that was even an option right now. He had no idea where the hell he was.
Nathan gulped, deciding to keep walking.
The birds were going to bed, but a few cicadas and frogs remained awake. Their song was the only thing breaking the silence.
For the first time since his escape, Nathan began to doubt himself. Maybe running away was a bad idea.
After what felt like hours, he finally saw something other than trees and bushes.
A road, finally.
He sprinted down the hill to the pavement, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw there was a car heading down the road. Nathan held up his arm to flag the car down. It didn't stop for him.
Nathan couldn't help but groan. "You've gotta be kidding me."
He spent so long getting through those damn woods that the sun had completely gone down. And now here he was, following the road from the side and waiting for another car to come by.
Despite how late it was getting, Nathan was determined to get out of here. He'd follow this road for miles if he had to.
Hours passed, and the weather began to grow colder. It was practically pitch black now. Nathan's feet hurt from walking so much, and his hands were freezing. He wished he had grabbed a jacket or something before running out.
Nathan wasn't sure how long he'd been walking down the road before he heard something in the distance.
Headlights.
He perked up, running a few yards and holding out his arm again. "Please stop," he pleaded. "Please."
The car stopped right in front of him.
Nathan's heart leaped with joy. He jogged around to the driver's side window. "Hi, I--"
He immediately shut up when he realized who the driver was. Lawrence didn't even bother wearing that emotionless expression, he looked enraged. Nathan had never seen him look so mad.
Lawrence rolled down the window, just enough so that Nathan could hear him. "Get in," he growled.
Nathan weighed his options. He could either get into the car and face whatever consequences Lawrence had in store for him, or he could try to outrun him. But even he knew that was a terrible idea--Lawrence had a car, and likely weapons on him too. Not to mention Nathan was already exhausted. He didn't really have a choice.
Reluctantly, Nathan climbed into the passenger's seat. He expected Lawrence to say something to him, but he was quiet.
For a moment, Nathan saw Lawrence's eyes scan over his body, looking for injuries. Nathan almost laughed at that--as if Lawrence gave a shit about whether or not he was hurt.
Lawrence began driving back the way Nathan came. Neither of them said a word for the entire ride.
Nathan stared out the window at the trees, occasionally looking back at Lawrence's profile. The only emotion he could see was anger.
He wanted to break the silence so badly. Ask him what he was going to do to him when they got back to the house, beg him not to hurt him too badly, but nothing came out. His vocal chords were frozen.
When they pulled up to the house, Lawrence parked in the driveway and shut the engine off. He exited the vehicle in silence, making Nathan shrink into himself with fear. Lawrence opened his door, gripping his wrist so tightly Nathan hissed in pain.
He practically dragged him back into the house, slamming the door behind him and locking it.
Nathan struggled to get his wrist out of his grasp. "L-Lawrence, please--"
"You're not speaking to me," Lawrence interrupted. His tone left no room for argument. He dragged Nathan down to the basement, and Nathan just wallowed in his own self-hate for feeling too paralyzed to object or fight.
He was forced to lay on his stomach and have his hands cuffed behind his back. He could hear him rummaging through things in the corner, making him swallow anxiously.
When Lawrence returned to his side, Nathan closed his eyes. He refused to watch what Lawrence was doing.
A moment later, he felt the cold metal of handcuffs attach to his ankles as well.
Lawrence exhaled deeply through his nose. "You are in big trouble, Nathan," he told him in a low voice. "Do you have any idea what you put me through? I was terrified out of my mind when I saw you were gone."
Nathan still refused to look at him, and he wasn't even going to humor him with an apology. If Lawrence was expecting him to feel guilty, he would be sorely disappointed.
"I'm disappointed in you," Lawrence continued. "You know better than to run away."
"You don't know shit about me," Nathan snapped at him.
That only seemed to anger Lawrence even more. "Wrong answer."
He could hear him move behind him and his mind raced, wondering what he was going to do. It wasn't like he hadn't been punished in the basement before, but the air felt heavier than usual. He wasn't shocked, he had never gotten as far as he did when attempting to run away. Lawrence had always been able to find him quickly.
Nathan heard something being plugged into an outlet and tensed. "What are you doing?"
"I've been too lenient with you. This is the last time something like this happens again."
His words sent a shiver down his spine. Nathan wanted to shrink into himself when he felt Lawrence lift up the back of his shirt, exposing his bare skin to the cold air of the basement. "What are you doing?!" Nathan repeated frantically. "Stop it!"
Lawrence didn't say anything back to that. He thrashed and tried to buck Lawrence off of him, but he didn't budge.
"Lawrence, what the fuck are you doing?! Let me go!" Nathan yelled. "I'm sorry! Please, I'm sorry!"
"No, you're not," Lawrence argued calmly. "You're only sorry because you got caught."
Nathan's brain was racing at a million miles per hour, trying to figure out what Lawrence was doing. After a few more minutes of meaningless pleading and horrifying tension, he felt something on his back and screamed at the contact.
Whatever it was, it felt like it was burning him, and Nathan thrashed even more violently than before.
Lawrence didn't react to his cries other than putting more pressure on the object against his skin. Nathan could hear Lawrence mumble something along the lines of "it'll be over soon, kiddo."
The younger man was seeing stars behind his eyelids while he screamed in agony. This was so much worse than all the times Lawrence had tortured him before--he wanted to die. Anything was better than this excruciating pain. He could hear his skin sizzling through his own screams of torment.
After what felt like an eternity, the torture finally stopped. Lawrence set down the object he had been using, and Nathan sobbed in relief, hearing it make contact with the hard concrete floor.
He wanted to turn around and look at what the hell Lawrence did to him, but it was excruciating to even move in the slightest.
Lawrence sighed above him, as if this was just a chore that he was happy to be done with.
"Are you going to run away again?" he asked in a gentle voice.
"No," Nathan choked out through sobs. If it weren't for the fear of the iron coming back into play, he would've told him to go fuck himself.
"Good." Nathan stayed still while Lawrence undid his bindings. He was exhausted and barely had the energy to move. He laid on the ground, trembling, while Lawrence stroked his hair gently. "Poor thing," he murmured sympathetically. "Are you gonna listen to me from now on?"
Nathan didn't even care about saving face anymore, he was in so much pain that he'd probably agree to anything Lawrence said at this point. "Yes."
"That's my boy," Lawrence praised him. "It's okay, pumpkin. It's all over now. Dad's got you."
Those words were the last thing Nathan wanted to hear right now. He had been tortured with an iron, and Lawrence had the nerve to call himself his dad?
The two of them remained in the basement for a while, Nathan weeping on the floor while Lawrence cooed at him in a soothing tone of voice.
Eventually Lawrence got him to stand up on his feet, and led him up the stairs to the bathroom so he could clean his wound.
Lawrence dabbed the burn with rubbing alcohol, causing Nathan to squirm and grit his teeth in discomfort. When that was over, he carefully bandaged it. It made moving around very difficult, but the throbbing pain was starting to become slightly more bearable.
After Lawrence was done cleaning up, he took Nathan into his room and tucked him into bed.
Nathan usually slept on his back, but had to settle for his side for now. Lawrence ran his fingers through Nathan's dark locks. Nathan could make out his eerie smile through the dim lighting.
"Do you have any idea how lucky you are that I found you?" Lawrence's smile faltered. "What if someone bad decided to pick you up? You could've ended up dead in a ditch somewhere. I'd be heartbroken."
Nathan turned his face into the pillow so Lawrence couldn't see the fury on his features.
"If something happened to you, I would never forgive myself." Lawrence tucked some of Nathan's hair behind his ear. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself."
Then die, Nathan bitterly thought.
Lawrence leaned down to kiss Nathan's forehead. "I love you." Nathan didn't reply back, and Lawrence didn't seem to mind that. He simply smiled again and stood up straight. "Goodnight, sweetheart."
Nathan waited until Lawrence had shut the door and locked it to finally let himself cry. He bawled his eyes out into his pillow, shaking with sobs until he fell asleep from pure exhaustion.
#answered ask#lawrence oc#nathan oc#tw torture#tw burns#tw parental whumper#parental whumper#ive mentioned nathan has canonically gotten burnt with an iron so i decided to go that route
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Lawrence liking seahorses could be used as a metaphor for him atp secretly wishing he could just carry a baby...just so he could have one. Maybe not in him having gender dysphoria or whatever or maybe him having it. I could see that being used as both. deenene okay imma run off now idk if I make sense.
You analyzed it perfectly!! He does get dysphoria with that, I'm glad I did a good job hinting at that!!
#answered ask#lawrence oc#tw dysphoria#lawrence is so complicated and thats why i love writing him#its hard to explain further but i love putting all my thoughts in the tags so#he's comfortable with his gender and sex#but he doesnt like the things that come along with his sex like the inability to get pregnant and hes genuinely depressed about it sometime#i hope that made sense haha
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Char char x a f! oc
TRUEEEE
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since your blog is aquatic themed(at least i think?) i was curious to know your ocs favorite sea creatures
This was very fun to answer!!
Marshall's favorite is jellyfish because they're just pretty. I feel like his favorite would be moon jellyfish.
Lawrence likes seahorses, he thinks they're very cute. Plus they're the only sea creature he really knows anything about. Long-snouted seahorses are his fav.
Sadie would like crabs. Mostly because that crab meme still lives rent free in her head, but she also thinks they're just really neat. Loves Atlantic ghost crabs the most.
Nathan likes sharks, which I'm sure isn't shocking. He likes how cool they look, and finds how people misunderstand them relatable :') He loves tiger sharks.
Charlotte isn't very fond of most animals, sea creatures included. She finds coral pretty, but that's pretty much it. Could see her liking blood belly comb jellies tho.
Harper likes manta rays. Not for any big reason, since they also wouldn't know basically anything about marine animals, but they just look cute.
Adding Nadia because I just wanna expand on what she was like more. She'd like octopuses, specifically dumbo octopuses. They just have such cute little faces.
#answered ask#lawrence oc#marshall oc#nathan oc#charlotte oc#sadie oc#nadia oc#harper oc#lawrence is seahorse coded. and dolphin coded#dolphin coded bc he looks sweet and harmless but is evil#and seahorse because of. reasons#charlotte would be humboldt squid coded but they'd be nowhere near her favorite animal bc even she finds them terrifying#i just love comparing my ocs to animals ok ill stop
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"Why go through all this trouble? Why not just ask for my number like a normal person?"
"Because, silly. Normal isn't good enough for you."
#whump#kidnapping whump#intimate whumper#whumper x whumpee#whumpee x whumper#yandere whumper#whump dialogue prompts#whump dialogue#yandere prompt#whump prompts#whump prompt#this sounded a lot better in my head
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Since weve never seen a drunk Law, kinda curious to know what he's like when he's drunk (and Charlotte too perhaps 👀)
It takes quite a bit to get Lawrence full-on drunk, for the most part he just gets slightly tipsy. But when this man does get drunk, it's honestly a gamble if he'll be a flirtatious giggly mess, or sobbing his eyes out. Either way, he'll be 10x clingier.
For Charlotte it takes even more to get her drunk since she drinks often already. It's hard to notice when she's drunk, but she will become quieter and even a tiny bit flirty.
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Can you give some more lore about Sadie, Marshall, and Nathan's parents/backstory?
TW: Parental abuse/neglect, childhood trauma, religious trauma, female whumpee, underage whumpees (at the time), kidnapping
I changed some of the lore up a little, but kept it overall the same with a few minor tweaks. Also put a lot more effort into Sadie since I don't talk about her enough.
Marshall's parents were more purely neglectful than anything. As a kid, they didn't really do more than the bare minimum, and as a result my boy is very touch starved and has a hard time handling affection when given it.
He got blamed for lots of things and developed a guilt complex, and some religious trauma along with that.
Nathan's parents were very controlling over every aspect of his life. They tried pushing him to be someone he wasn't, both academically and personality-wise, and were very emotionally neglectful.
He ran away around 19 and did what he had to to survive, having no money and practically no friends that were willing to help him. That's why he was very easily manipulated and looked up to Lawrence, since he viewed him as his one true friend.
Sadie had decently loving parents, but she has some childhood trauma of her own, as do most child actors. She's no exception.
Though she's nowhere near as famous as Lawrence (especially nowadays that she's older and quit acting), she was in a few popular tv shows and commercials that gained her fame from as young as 8 years old.
She was in her peak starring in the same tv show she met Lawrence in her mid to late teens. There were some awful people she worked with, but Lawrence protected her and truly was a role model for her. She only felt truly safe on set when he was with or nearby her.
But Lawrence wasn't always there to defend her from her abusive coworkers, and even the fanbase was toxic.
When a college abroad accepted her for what she really wanted to do: film production, she was eager to accept the opportunity.
When Lawrence heard about this, however, he was less than pleased since he became overprotective of her and she was one of the few people he had left in his lonely life. So of course, the natural solution is kidnapping! :')
#answered ask#marshall oc#nathan oc#sadie oc#lawrence oc#tw parental whumper#tw childhood trauma#tw childhood abuse#tw parental abuse#tw female whumpee
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lawrence reminds me of lucifer from hh
As someone who has watched Hazbin Hotel, can confirm he does give Lucifer energy. 10/10 would have a sing-off why he's the superior dad before killing them
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the new blog colorzzzzz 😫
Thank youuu!!! Again sorry for answering these so late, but I am really happy to know people like it!!
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Who is your favorite oc?
I love all of them, but if I had to choose, it'd be Lawrence or Marshall, which I'm sure isn't very surprising. Lawrence because he's just a silly goofy man (who is totally not evil in any way), and Marshall because I just like writing for him.
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if you had to be the kid of Charlotte or Lawrence, who would you choose & why? Do you think you'd be happy being their kid?
OOOO this is a hard one.
It really depends. Charlotte as a mom would give you sliiightly more freedom than Lawrence, but she'd be more strict and have more expectations.
Lawrence, despite being more possessive and overprotective, would be more fun and physically + verbally affectionate. But the pressure of knowing he can switch demeanors so quickly would be overwhelming.
I feel like I'd have a little bit more of my sanity left if I chose Lawrence in the long-run.
#answered ask#lawrence oc#charlotte oc#but the thought of charlotte's kiddo meeting lawrence as their uncle is really cute#as long as you don't think too much about it that is
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wHAT IS YOUr pfp also the caps got stuck. it sticks. its mean.
I know this is from a while ago (I'm sorry ^^;) but its Freminet from Genshin Impact! He reminded me of Marshall, so I kinda just put it there until I could find a better suiting pfp and forgot to do so
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is lawrence estranged from Nadia's family? or was she like an orphan that aged out of the foster system and made something of herself by herself
Lawrence knew her family, but wasn't too fond of them because they were very critical of her, and didn't approve of him because he was a "bad influence".
He'd come over with her to visit for holidays and stuff, but they'd never really talk and just exchange glares.
Needless to say, Lawrence never saw them after Nadia's funeral.
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if the person they were both liking didn't like them back say cause their sexuality didn't align with charlotte or Lawrence's gender, would they persist, or no? I wouldn't think so, but I was curious! Especially since Lawrence is very in tune with the political sensitivities of the time I would think not.
They would not persist, and it'd be for the same reason: what's the point in pursuing someone if they're incapable of loving you romantically back?
Lawrence would be the most saddened by this, but his ego would be a lot less hurt knowing they rejected him because they're just not attracted to his gender, and it has nothing to do with his personality or appearance.
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