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An infamous streamer, Ghost_king(too obvious, i know), known due to hero forum/analysis channel gets popular after multiple thirst edits of a really well built man doing, mostly, somewhat, off cam interactions with him, or just walking across in the background and promptly get even more popular when an edited clip of a live stream video was uploaded about the chat asking about it.
Ghost_king:(with half his face mostly obscured as usual, but still manages to come off animated and very expressive) that was my... uh, boyfriend?? Actually...wait, no, um, I'm engaged? So, technically he's my fiancés..?
The whole chat blows up; congratulating him being engaged and spamming about why he sounded confused/hesitant.
Ghost_king, casually answers: oh, it's cause he didn't really have a choice
Video cuts off just as the chat starts spamming multiple asks, popping one after the other. Ghost_king's face blanking out before a look of horror dawns and as he lunges toward the camera.
Ghost_king: wait, no-
Multiple theories and reddit forms got uploaded left and right; ranging from the streamer, Ghost_king, was blackmailing his boyfriend/fiancée in being a relationship with him, Ghost_king being a heir to a mafia and (considering how overly well built the other guy is) was actually his personal bodyguard before the engagement but then was forced to be wed after Ghost_king fell in love and demanded it.
Theories after theories, some more well thought out and others just straight up outrageous. It didn't help that Ghost_king disappeared after that abruptly cut offed stream.That information even managed to catch the batfam's attention. Specifically was brought up by Tim/Steph, out of curiosity and concern had an investigation started about it. Meanwhile, Jason seems a little too quiet.
#dc x dp#jason todd#twitch streamer danny#ghost king danny#jason x danny#idk man#how do i tag this#thoughts#prompt#i guess#kinda#might edit later#Just wanna get this out of head#it's been bothering me the whole day#ideas#Undead ship#i forgot the ship name
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Let Me Help (Dave Lizewski x Reader -Hurt/Comfort-)
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You're stressed out because of things at home, but Dave makes you feel better.
Light language
364 Words.
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Senior year had been kicking everyone's asses. Between finals, majors, colleges, trades, and balancing your social life, you were overwhelmed. You were so grateful for your best friends Dave, Todd, and Marty for making this time so much easier.
You all decided to spend that Friday night at Dave's in his living room studying, goofing off, and just enjoying each other's company.
Hours passed, and it was getting really late, so Marty, followed by Todd, left to go home.
It was just you and Dave now.
"I should probably get going too" you said. You slightly smiled but had a hint of sadness on your face and Dave noticed.
"Are you okay? You can stay longer if you want" he proposed, "We can catch up on more issues of Batman or watch more YouTube.". He didn't want to seem annoying and pry, but he didn't want any best friend of his to leave feeling defeated about something.
"Yeah, I just have a lot of shit going on at home. I don't want to trauma dump or anything on you." You said waving your hands. You stood up from the couch getting ready to grab your bag.
"Hey, wait, come back. Come sit next to me." He gently says in a concerned tone. He scooted over to create more room for you.
"You wouldn't be trauma dumping, you're just venting. Talk to me, that's what friends are for." he says in that soft and raspy voice of his.
You sat next to him and he turned his body toward you. You press your lips together before opening up about what's got you so down, your home life, and how stressed you feel. He nodded his head, looking at you as you spoke.
"I'm sorry." you mumble as you wipe away tears that formed with your sleeve.
He moved closer to wrap his arm around your shoulders before saying, "No, you don't have to apologize for anything. You did nothing wrong. I won't judge you for anything. And anytime you need someone, I'll always be there for you".
You nodded as more tears fell down your face.
He hugged you.
"Give me a call or come over whenever. I'll always make time for you."
#dave lizewski x you#dave lizewski x reader#kickass x reader#dave lizewski fanfic#kick ass#i love this man#comfort character x reader#dave being a sweetheart#kickass 2#he's so sweet#hurt/comfort#might edit later#gender neutral y/n#marvel x you#aaron taylor johnson
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- toji fushiguro x reader | wc: -1k
₊˚ෆ ⋮ vibes: F&MU (kehlani)
⪩⪨ ⋮ cw: ass spanking, fingering, handjob, oral sex, preggo kink, bdsm, daddy dom!toji, sub!reader, f!reader, c00m suppression.
.ᐟ ⋮ disclaimers: all characters are of age, and any sensual activity is consensual. the world of jujutsu kaisen and characters are credit to Akutami. y/n is visualized as a black woman; please be mindful if you're a non-black reader. Minors DNI !
You found yourself pinned against the bed, breaths agape, legs sore and spread open for the likes of your boyfriend. He teases your pretty cunt, the tip merely gliding into the entrance. Teeth gnawing your lower lip, suppressing the whimpers and moans threatening to escape.
Toji licked his lips, prideful of the disarray he initiated. Watching you crumble under his thumb was his way of getting back at you after purposely stirring jealousy with Gojo. Glaring at his nemesis as his hands roamed your waist, adoring your flashy black dress that you intentionally chose to wear for Gojo’s party. Apparently, you and Toji had a heated argument, so you figured it’d be a great idea to make him jealous by flirting with the white haired, crystal-eyed male whom Toji despises. Needless to say, you almost succeeded until the black-haired male walked up to you, not before throwing a deathly glare at Gojo’s smiling ass, dragging you far, far away from the crowd and eventually the party to a nearby hotel.
Now, here you are, naked and vulnerable, just for him to see.
His goal of forcing you in place was almost complete–
“Toji plea–” you were suddenly interrupted by a fruitful smack to your ass, dropping your head as you squealed.
“Don’t think that’s my name sweetheart, you know better,” he growled, teeth pulling the tip of your ear. His fingers traced your puffy lips, followed by the disgusting sound of your juices. The desire to scream ate away at you, hands balling the sheets.
“P-Please daddy.. Make me your slut. Fuck me shitless, I don’t care!”
Toji hummed, pulling his fingers away from your pus, shoving them down your mouth, you could taste yourself against his fingertips. Shaking his head, he chuckled deeply.
“Amazing how you went from whore to slut. Such a dirty girl.”
His other hand reached for his cock, pumping it slightly and shoving it in your entrance with little patience, ragged breaths escaping his mouth as you tightened around him.
“Fuckk, latching onto me for mercy already?~”
You couldn’t take it anymore and screamed your soul out of your body, eyes rolled back. Your puffy pus clenched around his pulsating cock, filthy noises echoing the room the harder he fucks you.
“Nggh, yess Daddy,” you squealed, heavy balls slapping your ass repeatedly.
“Fuckk you feel so good baby, ‘m gonna fill you up deliciously, enough to pop some babies.”
Toji quickened his pace, deep growls and groans harmonious with your pleads, hand groping your sensitive tits. All forms of comprehension replaced with fogs of lust clouding your mind. Your breasts bounced with each hard thrust, sounds of skin slapping skin filling your ears, a slight string of drool hanging from your mouth.
“I– f-fuckk, coming!” you gasped, hands clawing against his back.
Suddenly, Toji’s pace slowed, almost pulling out completely, leaving you perplexed and sensually frustrated.
“What the fuck?!”
He chuckled.
‘Tis da matter, baby? Did you really think I was gonna let you come easy?”
His hand wrapped around your neck, slightly choking you, your hand cupping his wrist.
“Don’t think I haven’t forgotten your stunt earlier with him.”
Tears flowed down your cheeks, doe eyes glancing up at him as you struggled to gain breath.
Leaning down, Toji’s face closing in towards yours.
“Perhaps Daddy should show him who you belong to…
That you. Are. Mine.”
— 🏷️ :: @tojibreedingme
A/N: i've been diagnosed with writer's block for the past couple of months since graduating college. so i wrote a short, but dirty fantasy of toji before s2 !
— psst, you can read this on ao3 *offers 🍪*
enjoy!~
𝐱𝐨𝐱𝐨, ℒ
☺︎ 2023 melaninmight.
! do not copy/translate/post on other platforms. give credit where it’s due. !
#melaninmight#jujutsu kaisen#jjk imagines#jjk x reader#toji fushiguro#toji smut#toji x reader#female reader#poc reader#black reader#oneshot#might edit later#minors fuck off#minors dni#<3333
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What the Ace Attorney Villains Could Get Charged With (to the best of my research) (in America laws)
Game One
!Disclaimer! I know nothing about law take this with a grain of salt I was just bored.
Frank Sahwit
Burglary - This one is obvious. He was a thief. He stole stuff. How many charges exactly depends on how many he admits to or can be traced back to him.
Breaking and entering - At least one charge from Cindy's case, potentially more depending on any other burglary charges.
Assault and battery - Hitting Cindy with the Thinker. The assault may or may not be aggravated depending on whether it was technically intended to be used in a way that would readily and likely cause death.
Second-degree murder - This one could potentially be brought down to voluntary manslaughter. It depends whether he intended to kill Cindy when he hit her, and if he was in enough emotional distress that hitting her would be semi-justifiable.
Incrimination - In pinning the blame on Larry, he did this.
Fraud - Even if pretending to be a newspaper salesman to steal from people didn't constitute fraud, Payne stated this as his job. This means he lied about his job to the court by saying he was a newspaper salesman. Which is fraud.
Perjury
Redd White
Incrimination - This is when he tried to frame Maya, and when he shifted the blame on Phoenix. This may lead to two charges.
Obstruction of justice - In incriminating Maya, he tampered with the crime scene. Plus, blackmailing a judge is probably illegal and probably falls under this.
Corruption - He was a corporate official, which makes some of this other stuff constitute corruption, mostly the blackmail.
Blackmail - Speaking of, he could be faced with countless charges of this, depending how much could be tied back to him.
Assault and battery - Punching someone in the face multiple times is illegal, kids. So is hitting someone on the head. If Frank gets aggravated for the thinker, so does he. Phoenix's assault probably wasn't aggravated, though, as I doubt his rings/fists would be ruled a deadly weapon considering the intent.
Intimidation - His threat for an "accident" to happen to Phoenix is more than enough to be considered a threat of violence.
First-degree murder - His murder of Mia was completely premeditated. There's little he can do about this.
Criminal threat - Threatening to injure or kill someone is bad. And using flowery language like "accident" doesn't negate it.
Wiretapping - While he didn't actually put the wiretap there, it can be inferred he ordered it. This makes it conspiracy, so there is some shared guilt.
Conspiracy - The wiretapping was a joint effort between him and April. He may try to claim otherwise, but its degree of success is debatable.
Workplace abuse - It's a real good sign when your secretary fears you murdering her like you did to that defense attorney a couple days ago, Redd, I'm sure you could never get in legal trouble for that.
Perjury
Dee Vasquez
Racketeering - Oftentimes, people in organized crime are automatically found guilty of this. This being charging someone for a service they haven't requested (think mafia "protection").
Blackmail - This one is also pretty obvious. Jack Hammer.
Obstruction of justice - This is her tampering with the crime scene when she moved the body. Also potentially when she tried to kill a lawyer involved with the case.
Attempted murder - By proxy, two charges, when she ordered her goons to kill Phoenix and Maya.
Voluntary manslaughter - Hammer was trying to kill her, she's got that justified self-defense plea. Not that it matters much, because...
Countless other mafia-related charges - We don't know the exact details of her mafia connections, but she's entrenched enough to have goons. We can safely say she did a lot of illegal stuff in organized crime.
Intimidation - Mafia goons trying to kill you is pretty intimidating. That and the threats of erasure.
Criminal threat - See above threats of erasure.
Conspiracy - She works together with Sal Manella in the obstruction of justice.
Perjury
Manfred von Karma
Forgery - He's known to forge evidence constantly.
Obstruction of justice - See above. Plus, tazing lawyers and stealing their evidence is pretty frowned upon. So is intimidating witnesses.
Assault and battery - The evidence room fiasco. Potentially aggravated depending on the actual voltage of the tazer and if he lied about it or not, but given they didn't die, probably not.
Theft - He stole evidence from the evidence room.
Intimidation - Brandishing a taser at someone is generally considered this.
Corruption - Being a government official, most if not all this stuff constitutes corruption.
Incrimination - Due to his conspiracy with Yogi, he is guilty of attempting to frame Miles by proxy.
First-degree murder - He sees a gun and a man he doesn't like in the elevator, and he does think about it before doing it. Thus, it is premeditated and first-degree. Also, given his conspiracy with Yogi, he may also be guilty of murdering Hammond by proxy.
Child abuse - Both Miles and Franziska could push for this, even just with what we have explicitly stated. Depending on interpretation and how poor of a guardian he was, this charge could have some serious ground to stand on.
Emotional abuse - Pretty much the same hat as the child abuse charge, only less uncertain.
Criminal threat - I don't know what you want from me, man. He threatens everyone all the time.
Torture - I haven't played investigations yet, but from what I'm looking at, he psychologically tortured a guy, so. That's pretty non Geneva convention certified of him, even if this isn't a war.
Workplace abuse - Again, this is hearsay because investigations, but he's pretty crappy to his subordinates, it seems.
Solicitation - He heavily encourages Yogi to kill Hammond and frame Miles.
Conspiracy - He provides Yogi with the means to kill Hammond, so while there is technically no mutual agreement, he's also guilty of this.
Perjury
Damon Gant
Corruption - As a government official, a great deal of his crimes constitute corruption.
Forgery - A great portion of the conflict of his case comes from the forged evidence he made.
Obstruction of justice - Most of the rest of the conflict of his case comes from the evidence he withheld.
Blackmail - Quite a severe case of it, at that. Multiple years against a single person is nothing to sneeze at.
Incrimination - That's what it was when he made it look like Ema killed Neil.
First-degree murder - He thought about killing Neil long enough to consider the pros and cons of doing so, and went through with it. That's pretty premeditated. A good lawyer may be able to get him down to second degree for Goodman, but it's highly doubtful considering.
Conspiracy - He had Lana hide Goodman's body, and while there was blackmail involved, there was still a mutual agreement. Thus, conspiracy.
Concealment of death - There are a few different names for this, but it's when he had Lana hide Goodman's body. It was unsuccessful, but there were still significant steps taken to have it happen on both their parts, so he may get a partial sentence.
Criminal threat - He makes so many threats.
Workplace abuse - I think using a pipe organ to punish your employees violates some international laws or something. Speaking of which...
Torture - Of the audio variety. Seriously this guy is the police how did this fly for so long that is BAD.
Vigilantism - This is actually very interesting. Despite the fact that he is a member of law enforcement and Joe Darke did kill multiple people, he still used illegal means to bring him to some form of justice. Depending on how much he wanted Darke convicted, it could be argued that his actions constitute vigilantism.
Assault and battery - One case of assault against Goodman, and two charges of battery against Neil and Goodman. Assault is the threat of violence and the means to follow through, and battery is the actual act of violence; seeing as Neil was unconscious, he could not have been threatened. The assault was aggravated, as a knife is a deadly weapon.
Perjury
GAME TWO
#this was fun#ace attorney#might edit later#phoenix wright ace attorney#ace attorney trilogy#frank sahwit#redd white#dee vasquez#manfred von karma#damon gant#crime#laws#crimes#how do I tag this lol#AA villain crimes#analysis#now with aggravated assault
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I think a lot of people don’t recognize how intentional the parallels between Ranma and Akane are and how that factors into their relationship.
Akane is a tomboy (but I’d probably say more futch because she’s shown wearing feminine clothing often, but it’s up to interpretation how much of that is performative or personal.) As a child, she was often mistaken for a boy and this really didn’t seem to bother her until people (her family, bless them) seemed to react to it badly. Learning she was “wrong.” Akane is stubborn, headstrong, has a temper, and also speaks her mind. While she can be a kind and gentle person, Akane is often shown with masculine traits. Fighting, clumsy, aggressive, etc. (and I love her for that.)
On the other hand, Ranma is great when it comes to performing femininity. He cares about his appearance, cleaning, is good at cooking, and most “feminine” aspects that Akane fails at he succeeds in naturally.
I think this plays in part to their relationship because Akane likes Ranma whether he’s being feminine (actually a female or performing feminine traits) or not. She is often shown comforting Ranma whenever he’s being “too soft” or “doing something wrong.”
And Ranma likes Akane whether she’s performing femininity or not. He teases her for it because he thinks that’s what a guy is supposed to do, but he likes that she’s strong. He likes that she speaks her mind and is smart. He thinks it’s hot that she can totally destroy concrete with her thighs.
It’s often said as a joke, but Ranma and Akane are a “matching set.” I just wish this aspect of their relationship was explored more in fandom. Especially for Akane, because they both have a lot of internalized sexism and homophobia to work through with their partners. Also, I love masculine Akane with girl Ranma, (it’s hot, I love to see the girls winning) but I think it’s really important to show masculine Akane with male Ranma, too. It’s equally hot for him!
#might delete later#I don’t know if I’m saying this right#but I just want more butch Akane in fandom#especially to see her more with Ranma in both forms#I feel like I rarely see masculine Akane with male Ranma#i just want them to be happy#might edit later#it’s early morning and my thoughts are consumed#ranma 1/2#ranma saotome#akane tendo
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'Your the One That I Need'
Synopsis: Vash decided to play with some local towns children, and was able to get a few donuts from his favorite person.
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Your eyes watched as Vash's figure got tackled by the small children of the town. His, and the children's laughter fueled the semblance of the scene perfectly. He had children hanging over his shoulder, on his lap, and some leaning on his head. A small smile came to your lips as you watched the scene unfold. His gaze soon met yours as he sent you a strained wave as a child had grabbed it to observe his metallic hand, and his signature, bright smile.
Waving back at him, you soon mouthed, "I'm going to go get some donuts," You could see his eyes light up at your unspoken words even if you were a good 15 feet away.
Letting out a content sigh, you turned your back to him and began to head to the small vendor cart that was selling the delicious-smelling baked goods. Getting in line at the donut stand, you found yourself still turning around to watch Vash as the children played with him. It warmed your heart to see him in a state of peace for the moment.
Eventually, it was your turn to order. You looked at the assortment of donuts they had before deciding to get, 2 strawberry ones with sprinkles, and a few normal glazed donuts. Paying, you double-checked your order before bidding farewell, and making your way to Vash again. As you approached, you saw that he was still busy with the children, and soon waved at him to get his attention. It took a few tries before he saw you, but when he did, he stopped what he was doing and nodded at you.
"Sorry guys, I'll be back!" Vash explained as he carefully pried the children off of him.
The children pouted at him as he walked away from them with a wave. When he made it to the bench you were sitting at, you felt him press a chaste kiss to your cheek, and then settle beside you.
"So how was it over there?" You asked, opening the bag of donuts and holding it out towards him to which he grabbed a strawberry one.
"It was good, I'll probably go back a little longer when I finish this," He said going to take a bite until his gaze wandered to a small girl peeking around the corner of a building eyeing the donut in his hand.
Vash made a small whining noise, before saying, "I'll be back.."
You had barely any time to register what he said, before he was standing up and wandering towards the small girl he saw. You watched as he made his way over to the young girl who she withdrew from him, as his figure towered over her small form. Kneeling down, he smiled at the girl before saying something incoherent, and holding out his donut for her to take. She hesitated before taking the donut from him and smiling happily at him.
The girl then ran off towards a woman approaching her, to which you assumed was her mother. She bowed down to Vash as thanks as he stood awkwardly waving his hands frantically. She stood up straight as she picked up her daughter and placed her on her hip, before walking away with Vash doing the same. His tall, lanky, figure found itself making its way toward you before he settled beside you again.
"That was nice of you," You said leaning into his shoulder.
He smiled and looked towards you, "You think so?" He mused quirking a brow.
"Yeah, I think so," You said before reaching into the bag of donuts and pulling out the other strawberry donut you got.
You placed it in his hands as he let a small gasp escape his lips. You chuckled at him as he looked as if he was about to cry.
"Relax blondie, it's just a donut," You said while ruffling his hair.
He looked at you happily while taking a bite from it as he puffed his cheeks from practically shoving the whole thing in his mouth. You chuckled while munching on one of the glazed donuts while shaking your head. You both munched on your donuts, and by the time you were done with yours, Vash was already done with his second.
"I think I'm going to go back to the kids for a bit, will you be okay?" Vash says as he brushes any crumbs that might have fallen on his crimson coat, to the ground.
"I'll be fine, but before you go," You say as you grab his face gently.
His eyes stare into yours as a rising heat began to rise to his face. You chuckle before using your thumb to wipe away some sprinkles that were stuck to his skin. Your hand remained on his face after wiping the sprinkles away, and you quickly pecked his lips. His eyes widened as the tip of his ears went red.
"You can go now," You said as you let him go and smiled at his flustered state.
He smiled at you, intoxicated by your small act of affection, and walked off in a daze toward the small children. You smiled to yourself as you watched him go back to playing with the children while he looked at you from time to time and shot you a loving smile.
Sooner or later, it was finally getting dark, and it was time to head home, or to your hotel room in your case. Vash bid farewell to the children one by one before he soon retreated back to you. He took your hand, while you both walked back to your hotel. Your feet prodded against the cooling desert sands, while vendors began to close up shop. The cool breeze began to cool down the hot desert, making it a little more bearable to be out at this time. You let out a content sigh as you approached the hotel.
As Vash opened the doors, you were greeted by the aroma of alcohol, and the loud banter of the people at the bar. As you both managed to squeeze your way through the maze of people, you caught site of Wolfwood, Meryl, and Roberto at a table having a drink or two while talking. Waving towards them, you both continued your journey up the stairs and soon found your way to your room.
Upon opening the door, it was dark, that was until you flipped the light switch on and you were blinded by the instant appearance of light. You soon walked into the room with Vash following you, he soon walked in front of you as he shed his boots, holster, coat, and glasses, and tossed them to a small chair. He soon plopped on the bed with a huff as he sighed contently into the mattress.
"Tired?" You asked, before sitting next to him and rubbing his back gently.
"Yeah," He mumbled while turning his head to look at you.
Smiling at him, you soon stand back up to change into a large shirt and a pair of shorts. You soon began to brush your hair as Vash sat up and watched you contently. He watched as your fingers ran through your soft (hair color) hair, which was soon followed by your hair brush.
"Mayfly," Vash soon said, as he punctured the comfortable silence.
You turned to look at him giving him a hum in response. He stayed silent but his eyes spoke for him. You smiled at him while rolling your eyes playfully before setting down your hairbrush, and meeting him at the bedside as he pulled you into his lap. He looked up at you with a smile before pressing his lips to yours, for a tender and loving kiss. Smiling into the kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck gently before he flopped back onto the bed with you.
The springs of the mattress groaned at the impact of his and your weight combined. With you on top, you pulled away from the kiss while looking at him with half-lidded eyes. You smiled while pressing your forehead to his reveling in the warmth and comfort it brought you.
"Love ya, Blondie," You whispered.
"Love you too, Mayfly.." Vash whispered against your lips as he brought you in for another loving kiss.
#vash tristamp#vash x y/n#vash x reader#vash the stampede#vash trigun#trigun fluff#fluff#oneshot#Idk what this was#I just wanted to post something#might edit later
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He ate without a YouTube video 😔
(Shout out to me for finally coloring something for once 🫠)
#clone high#topher bus#redraw???#clone high topher#my art#blood#sorry#fanart#might edit later#Yaoi#clone high season 2#this feels so weird out of context#lol
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While it would be exciting to meet your favorite characters, I can imagine that someone from our world being suddenly transported to a place like No Man’s Land/Gunsmoke would become depressed.
Like you came from a planet filled with vegetation and life, while Gunsmoke is basically one giant desert with little to no sign of life for miles (or iles in Trigun terms). It would be surprising if one didn’t become depressed from such a sudden change.
I can imagine a reader who has an instrument with them (any kind would work, but I was thinking a guitar or a ukelele (something you can carry)), and when they think the others aren’t able to hear them they take out their instrument and just play whatever songs they can remember from their old life.
If their phone still works, they’d listen to their playlists nonstop. Maybe even sing along, quietly as to not wake anyone up.
But what they don’t realize is that Vash is listening. He went to go find you when he realized that you weren’t at camp, and he overheard the soft strums of your guitar and your voice. He was the only one you told of your origins, and he was saddened as you sang, desperately trying to hold onto the remnants of a life you once lived.
(Trigun brainrot has made me obsessed with the isekai trope XP)
#trigun#tristamp#isekai#vash the stampede#vash x reader#? kinda#might edit later#I just had to write my thoughts down and share them XP
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All Reigns Come To An End
It's over now.
Joey disappeared into the sunset. The sea churning below, wind in his hair. The rhythmic action of rowing the boat calmed him. No matter what, the sea would always call to him like the sirens that lived in its majestic waters. He was glad to not be alone. With others by his side, traversing the sea was even better.
Joel had ascended. He'd always known Jimmy was a toy; that reassurance wasn't exactly needed, but was satisfying. And even if Hermes...didn't seem to like him, at least his son was grown up now. And everyone left him. So he made his goodbyes and joined the other Lore Gods.
Scott and Owen were adventuring together. Scott delighted in the thrill of the risk; the dangers that came with raiding tombs and collecting things. Even if that skull came to mind, Owen was always there to comfort him. He was rarely afforded privacy with Owen, but he didn't mind. They both did things for Chromia, even though Scott definitely did more. Adventure called to them both, and they were kindred spirits bonded together with it.
Shelby eventually chose her track of magic. Lightning coursed through her veins, and the storms bent to her will. She grinned as the rain poured outside her home. That date with Katherine had been wonderful. Perhaps she could go on one with her later. But that letter in her letterbox wouldn't read itself.
Katherine's curse was gone now. Even though her parents weren't too keen on her monster-hunting, the monsters would always exist. Who else would get rid of them? She delighted in protecting her kingdom. And visiting Shelby didn't sound too bad. She did promise a date after all.
FWhip smiled as the racket of the tavern filled his ears. Downing another goblet of mead, he wiped his mouth with his hand and joined the drunkards in their joyful melody. Ecstasy rode through his veins and he did nothing to stop it. Surrounded by friends, he eased into his own comfort.
Pix was satisfied. He'd done everything he'd wanted. Pride flowed through him as he looked upon everything he had accomplished and he couldn't resist the relieved grin that curled at his lips.
Jimmy protected Tumble Town as best he could. The Old Sheriff was brilliant to be around, if not a little odd from time to time. He was content. Sure, there'd be bandits one way or another. The law would always need upholding. But for now? Rest sounded good. And being with the Old Sheriff? Seemed like a nice ending to him.
Oli's Olipeligo was beautiful. His own refuge. His home. Old memories of old faces still popped in from time to time, but he didn't need them. Memories of the Orb, of vampires and angels, of thornlings and dragons, had all but gone now. Replaced by collectors and princesses, by sheriffs and gods and goblins.
Everyone's reign was over. Would new ones begin, or were the history books finally complete?
For now, their reigns had come to an end.
It was over now.
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madoka magica walpurgisnacht rising half-baked theories below cut!!
i was just thinking, and idk if this means anything, but id like to draw your attention to homuras doppel in magireco (coolmura, not moemura)
her description reads: "The Doppel of Karma. It's form is the mortal world. The master of this emotion visits many worlds in search of an exit, spinning giant threads of fate. Fourteen incomplete bodies born from emotion trail behind the master's body, which has almost completely transformed into glass. In order to achieve their mission, these 14 bodies work methodically and tirelessly to remove obstacles. Regardless of their master's will, they weave the threads of fate, which become tangled in ever more complex patterns, driving her yet further into a maze, the exit of which can hardly be found. These bodies of emotion have no names."
fourteen "bodies of emotion" taking the form of homura that act of their own accord to entrap their master? if we take magireco as canon (i like to pretend its completely separate and have strong opinions about why it shouldn't be canon LOL but thats not important), then these definitely seem like incomplete versions of the clara dolls. it might just be an allusion to them, but it could be taken to imply that their initial forms are various homuras - that they don't take on the form of clara dolls as we know them until homulily is realized.
if we run with this idea, then does that say anything about homuras existence as it pertains to the witch system? maybe that she's still destined to become a witch, but has yet to fully mature? from there, can we also further back up the claim that homura will become walpurgisnacht? homulily's power was constrained by her existence within a soul gem, but between losing that constraint and inevitably gaining karma from pulling part of god away, surely homura could become an even more powerful witch, right?
side note with regards to the 15th clara doll, ai, who is said to have "not arrived yet" - i was thinking about what homura says to kyubey as she becomes a demon: that he could never hope to understand her new power because said power is love (ai). maybe she's suggesting (either intentionally or inadvertently) that the final clara doll herself is responsible for this new world order. and since love is an emotion she shares with madoka, maybe instead of taking homuras form, ai takes inspiration from both homura and madoka - the two sources of her emotion. i think that would make sense alongside both the theory that the mystery trailer girlie is (a) ai, and (b) a mix of both homura and madoka. ai is the one emotion that is intrinsically tied to madoka; her existence would be impossible without both homura and madoka.
im kinda just rambling here, but it'd be super neat if this gave anyone any ideas to share!! id love to hear your thoughts!! ♡ i hope you find reason to smile today!!
#madoka magica#pmmm#walpurgis no kaiten#madoka#walpurgisnacht rising#these are just sleepy thought from a sleepy girlie (me)#sorry if anything is just. incorrect or something; lmk & ill fix it!!#madoka my absolute beloved#mine#might edit later
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hermosa
- miguel o'hara x reader | wc: 1.1k
– "all of this love is toxic."
₊˚ෆ ⋮ Miguel is on the hunt for Miles Morales. Not before paying a visit to the woman of his fan- dreams.
⪩⪨ ⋮ cw : dom! Miguel, switch! (sub leaning) reader, vaginal fingering, c00ch supper, pet names, oral, consensual sex
.ᐟ ⋮ disclaimer(s) : all characters are of age, and any sensual activity is consensual. the world of spider verse and characters are credit to respective creators. YN is visualized as a black woman; please be mindful if you're a non-black reader. Minors DNI !
ִ ࣪𖤐 ⋮ vibes : toxic – kehlani
Imagine being the lover of the intimidating, powerful, and ferocious Miguel O’Hara, the woman who garners sole access to a side of him that he wouldn’t dare showcase publicly to his colleagues nor residents of the Spider-Verse.
If there’s one thing you knew well about the man was his calculated efforts to suppress his true emotions since the loss of his daughter. Miguel’s drive to maintain the Spiderman legacy, followed by his distant demeanor, has left the both of you stagnant in the relationship. You were made aware of Miguel’s hunt for a certain boy, thanks to Peter keeping tabs with you about your man’s whereabouts. Of course, you didn’t blame Miles for his determination to change the narrative and to protect his father from upending death– if anything, you found his values admirable and crucial in ensuring change within the Spider Verse. Yet, much to dismay, this only led to arguments between you and Miguel, hence his distant disposition.
Checking your phone, you scrolled through the previous messages sent the day before.
Y: Worried about you.. Pete told me everything. Are you okay?
Sighing as he hadn’t responded, you turned your phone off and threw it across the bed. Your back pressed against the soft bedding, eyes fixated towards the ceiling as the fan blew cool air in the bedroom. Turning your body to Miguel’s side of the bed, the warm musk of his scent filled your nostrils; despite these tedious events, you missed him. You wanted– no, needed him.
Just before you passed out, the sound of the front door unlocking pulled you out of bed, Miguel’s shirt flowing down your body like a dress once you entered the hallway, steering towards the door.
Perfect timing.
Lo and behold, the righteous Miguel O’Hara entered the building. Closing the door behind, he whispered something in Spanish, back against the door as he glided a hand through his messy brown locks, his Adam’s apple throbbing from a dry mouth. Opening his crimson eyes, his gaze is fixated on the melanated beauty standing in the hallway, eyeing you up and down.
Damn did you look sexy in his shirts…
“Took you long enough,” you teased as you stood in front of him, arms crossed.
He couldn’t help but chuckle.
“I apologize, mi amor. Something came up.”
“Lemme guess, you're dealing with the kid?”
Miguel sighs.
“He doesn’t understand the risk he’s imposing on the Spider-Verse. Stopping him is the only way to honor and secure the Spiderman lineage.”
You rolled your eyes, as you’ve heard the phrase more than once. Your hands rest on his chest, tracing the muscle behind it.
“I don’t think Miles is to blame… his pretensions are risky, then again, perhaps change is what the Spider-Verse needs to break a generational curse. After all, that’s what you aspire to accomplish, right?”
A slight grin formed your lips as you heard Miguel’s ragged breaths upon your touch.
Raising on your tippy toes, you blew into his ear, whispering.
“You’ve been stressed lately. Leaving me stranded in this condo by my lonesome. All those nights of yearning for those strong arms around me, your passionate kisses, and the sex.”
Hissing a breathy moan, you gazed up at him, hands caressing his sharp jawline, giggling from his awe-stricken visage, eyes glistening with longing lust. Your voice velvet as you spoke.
“Oh, how I missed the way you claim me, fucking me like your life depended on this pussy.~”
Immediately, Miguel shuts you up with a fervent kiss, arms gripping your waist. Breaths mingled, tongues clashing, he doesn’t hesitate to swoop you in his arms, your legs wrapped around his lower torso. Walking towards the bedroom and kicking the door shut, Miguel pins you down onto the bed without pulling away from the heated makeout.
Oh how he has missed you, regretting the cold treatment towards you since the incident. His longing for you ate his spirit the longer he was away from you. Tonight, he ends that cycle.
His lips parted ways with yours, a stretch of saliva breaking apart between wet lips, not before trailing love bites across your neck and chest. Biting your lip, you hummed from his latches on your breasts, releasing a gasp at the sensation of his tongue sucking, pulling, and twirling your sensitive nips.
Miguel smirks, freeing your left breast with a pop! before proceeding to the right one, applying the same treatment.
“Aah~ fuck,” you whimper, head thrown back against the pillow.
Growling, he releases your breast before aggressively stripping down your panties with no hesitation, face hovering your puffy pussy. Licking his lips, Miguel’s tongue got to work, lapping your pussy as though he were dehydrated.
You couldn’t hold your moans any longer, hands tangled into his hair, toes curling amidst the warmth of his tongue the deeper he explored your wettened hole. The urge to release churned your stomach into a knot, your breaths and whimpers quavery.
“P-Papi, I– close,” you whimpered once more, begging for release.
Miguel chuckles, inserting two fingers inside you as his mouth pulled out, lips coated in your juices.
“Mi cariño, you’re so cute when you beg. Cum for me, baby.~”
Say less..
You gasped, your climax pooling down on his hand as your body shook from waves of pleasure. Miguel chuckled, raising his hand to swipe the juices, groaning as he savored your sweetness.
“Heavenly,” he purred.
Doe eyes watched him, cheeks flushed, your chest rising from the deep breaths after cooling down from your high. Using one foot, you subtly rubbed it against the hardened boner behind his pants, causing the man to release a shaky breath.
“Impatient, are you? Relax, hermosa. Papi’s gonna take xtra great care of you.~”
Miguel rips off his suit, uncovering his toned chest, his cock hardened with pre-cum dripping from the tip. He was painfully hard and ready to smother your insides. He rubs his tip in between your puffy lips, moistening it with your juices before slowly pushing his way in. You shook underneath him, your hands slightly scratching his back, pushing your head forward to meet his lips for another frenzied kiss.
He growled against the kiss, his hips quickening pace the harder he thrusts inside you, pulling away to sink his fangs into your neck. Your nails dig deeper into his skin, the scratch marks scarcely bleeding, though he doesn’t budge.
The harmonious sounds of moans and groans mixed with the beating of the headboard against the wall would cost an earful of your neighbor’s complaints. But, both of y’all didn’t care since Miguel had bought the entire unit.
Blissful, indeed.
— 🏷️ :: @tojibreedingme
𖦹 ⋮ requests: open
author's note: nothing. just miguel appreciation.
! do not copy/translate/post on other platforms. give credit where it’s due. !
𓂃 𝘱𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘵! you can also read this on my ao3 of the same name~ ;)
enjoy!
𝘹𝘰𝘹𝘰,
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☺︎ 2023 melaninmight.
#melaninmight#across the spiderverse#miguel o'hara#miguel smut#miguel x reader#f!reader#poc reader#black reader#minors dni#minors fuck off#might edit later#<3333
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I made lemon muffins! I should not have done this on a day where it's 94 degrees out cuz slaving over a hot oven and stove has me sweating bullets. But I did the thing anyway!
#baking the depression away#might edit later#i dont feel like editing this pic sorry#desserts#food#food porn#baking#muffins#buntalk
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I won’t be able to play the game until august 8, so here’s a list of things I’d like to see and theories that I believe will be proven right at the full launch of Baldur’s Gate III.
warning: contains spoiler based on last panel from hell of July 7 and datamining + bunch of misspellings
Think it’s pretty obvious but the three chosen of the Absolute are in one way or another connected to the Dead Three: Ketheric Thorm - Myrkul, Enver Gortash - Bane, Orin the Red - Bhaal
(might be wrong but) Larian did confirm some time ago - the Mindflayers won’t be the Big Bad. To my mind undoubtedly the Dead Three will play a significant role, but I also think that Shar, Vlaakith and someone from Avernus will be involved (Zariel maybe?)
To add the last, somehow Astarion’s scar, Mizora, Rafael and Karlach are tied together
Withers’ question and our answer is some foreshadowing and is gonna bite us on the neck later on
Withers is Jergal
Seluna might be the reason why his helping us
Daisy is not what we think they are, not just personification of the parasite
* I’m not sure how much of seduction narrative has been left, but I think it would be fun to see Daisy to take a form of our LI or vise verse at some point
Raphael’s interest in the brainworms is due to netheres magic
Lorroakan, the wizard of Ramazith's tower, is Edwin Odesseiron
There’s something very dark about Gale, not in the way “don’t trust the wizards”, but in way we’ll learn that he way more sinister than he makes himself seem. But I doubt that he’ll betray (if we play our cards right) though. Let me make him my bff
To add to that, when we first meet him, he says that he’s in need of a archemage, later we learn that he also need to consume the weave… can he consume it from the living creatures?
Gale’s relationship with Halaster Blackcloak. WHY THE FUCK DID HE LEFT TARA IN HIS CARE?!
And the heartbreaking ending Crystal was talking about? That’s Gale’s one. Mark my words
Shadowheart is not her real name, duh, hope we get to know the real one
I don’t think Shadowheart is brainwashed cleric of Selune, most likely she chose freely to join the Night Church due to loss at young age, previously worshiping Selune
Her strange magic is Selune-ish, I think
Would really like to see Viconia in the Shadowheart’s hideout in the city
The Temple of Shar, Ketheric and those Shar worshipers will be key in making Shadowheart rethink her devotion (and our previous decision ofc)
Astarion was a nasty person before he become a vampire spawn, pretty sure that his abuse of his position is what got him in Cazador’s grip
There’s got to be one ending where he turns Tav into his own vampire spawn
Not sure how much the changes in Wyll character will affect this, but… even though it’s seems that Mizora is no longer captured by goblins, I hope there some specific interactions with her if we follow Wyll romance
Wyll is part of the Eltan family
WHATS WITH HIS EYE BEING A QUEST OBJECT??
Really wish we’ll learn about companies families: I want to meet Wyll’s father, to learn about Gale’s parents, to help Shadowheart remember her family, to learn about Astarion’s past, to know their last names and etc. Let me know theirs ages, Larian!
Also, Larian, my dear, give Wyll and Gale their unique armor
The artifact will cure us
I really wish there’s some reference to Honor Among Thieves, as they both take place around late 15th century
If Zevlor is Absolute’s servant, I really hope there’ll be a horrible way to make him pay
Auntie Ethel loot is cursed
#bg3#baldur’s gate iii#baldur’s gate 3#had a few more but I either forgot or they had to do with wyll pre-rewrite#might edit later#and add smt
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hiii 👋👋hi👋
i'm crabs and i like drawing colorful things
i mostly use this blog to read fics but occasionally ill post art
I have an instagram! Mostly jjba. (Also more active there)
might post gaming clips, love splatoon
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Heres some stuff i'm currently into:
FNAF | JJBA | POKEMON | VOCALOID | SPLATOON | DELTRUNE | HOMESTUCK
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Clone Colony pt 1
× Not mlb seasons 4-5 or special compliant. × Lore will be sprinkled throught the series, there will be a few things similar to other fics I'm working on (like Marinette and Adrien being trained by some heroes that I'm not gonna outright tell you just yet)
It had taken some time, but two years after Hawkmoth appeared, he was defeated. Adrien and Marinette had never gotten together, after so long pining they had moved on. Adrien was moving to somewhere in the US with his new guardians. Marinette's days now consisted of commissions, occasional patrols and making up for lost time with her friends. It was difficult to have spontaneous friend outings or last minute commissions with her hectic schedule, but she made it work.
Despite this, Marinette did have some free time. It was rare, short and occasionally used to catastrophize, but she did have some. That being said, using her free time over the past couple of months checking on and spending time with a girl a year younger than her was not the plan.
Slowly making more and more time for her was also not part of the plan, neither was starting to mentally call her 'lil sis'.
She had shiny black hair, and wide wonder-filled ocean-blue eyes. She was missing a tooth, but she smiled brightly and unashamedly. She always wore a blue hoodie that dwarfed her, as well as a red beanie. She was just a little too skinny, almost like she was barely having enough food every day. Her name was Ellie.
Ellie loved exploring and Marinette learned that she had moved around a lot. Marinette would patiently listen to Ellie ramble about the cultures, architecture, and people she'd seen. In turn Ellie listened to Marinette talk about fashion for hours on end. Hearing Ellie's stories inspired Marinette, and her rambles gave Ellie a new appreciation for different cultures' clothing.
That being said, finding her park buddy crying by their usual bench really worried Marinette...
Marinette carefully approached the shaking form of Ellie. She crouched in front of the crying girl.
"Ellie, it's me, Marinette." Her voice was quiet and soft, but Marinette saw Ellie stiffen. Marinette looked around the park, and noticed a few kids staring at them. "El, do you want to go somewhere private?"
Ellie peeked up at her. Her head bobbed up and down weakly. Marinette helped Ellie stand, and sent a reassuring smile at the worried kids. (And maybe a tiny glare at the ones laughing.) Marinette wrapped an arm around Ellie slowly, making sure she had plenty of time to pull away. Ellie tensed when she saw the arm; Marinette almost pulled away, until Ellie relaxed against Marinette.
"Do you want to go to Danny's Icecream Parlor, or my house?" Ellie flinched. She hugged Marinette tighter, and Marinette thanked the kwami that she spent so much time as Ladybug comforting people. (And so many akumas slowly having her lungs crushed)
"Your place please." Ellie whispered. They slowly made their way in through the back entrance of the bakery. Marinette led her to the living room. They sat in silence on the white couch for a minute. The sobbing lightened slowly.
"Did you want to talk about it or do you just want hugs?"
Ellie slowly shifted so she could see Marinette's face. After some time she began to talk again.
"I miss them."
"Miss who?" Marinette asked as she rubbed Ellie's shoulder.
"My brother and sister.....thei- our friends." She shut her eyes tightly. A few more tears leaked through her closed eyes. "-and, and I wish...."
Marinette sat patiently. Marinette calmly held Ellie as Ellie sorted through her thoughts. Ellie opened her eyes.
"I wish I had parents o-or a home to return to." The desperation in her voice and longing in her eyes broke Marinette. Ellie didn't stop, couldn't stop once she started. "I- I love traveling, but I hear these peoples' stories and so many of them include family and friends....I can't be near my siblings or friends because it's dangerous....and honestly? There are too many bad memories there."
Ellie took in a deep, shaky breath.
"And there are so many things I don't know or understand and I don't know who to go to. I don't know what to do." She cried in anguish and hugged Marinette harder.
🐞👻🐞👻🐞👻🐞👻🐞👻🐞👻🐞👻🐞👻🐞👻
Thats where Sabine found them several hours later, Marinette tightly hugging a girl she'd never seen before. They slept soundly other than the occasional strained sound or snore from their sleeping bodies. Sabine carefully shook Marinette awake.
"Băobăo¹ who is this?" Sabine asked her sleepy daughter. Weakly, Marinette rose her head and blinked the sleep from her eyes. She looked around the room wearily before understanding lit up her eyes.
"Ellie, the girl from the park...." Marinette's eyes became misty and panicked as she looked up at Sabine. "She- she's homeless maman². She's so scared- and she has nobody! I- I didn't realize, why didn't I realize?"
Sabine placed a hand on Marinette's shoulder.
"Băobăo, breathe. Sometimes these things aren't obvious." Sabine soothed as she kneeled in front of Marinette and the still sleeping Ellie.
"But I'm-" Marinette started before trailing off.
'I'm Ladybug. I'm supposed to help people.' She thought forlornly.
"Just because you're her friend, doesn't mean you'll know everything." Sabine gently reminded her. Marinette sighed and swallowed thickly.
"I know, but how do I help? Do you think the Happyfeets will take in Ellie after they already took in Adrien?" Marinette asked. Sabine sighed.
"Marinette, I don't think the 'Happyfeets', as you put it, can take in every stray person you emotionally adopt as your own." Sabine lifted an eyebrow at Marinette. Sabine saw her daughter deflate and her heart broke. "We'll do everything we can to help her."
".....Can't we take her in?" Marinette asked hopefully. She sent pleading eyes towards Sabine. Sabine gave Marinette a sympathetic look.
"We don't have enough room, and you know it....we can let her stay on the couch for now, but she needs her own space and stability."
Sabine thought she'd gotten through to her daughter until a familiar determined spark lit up her bluebell eyes.
"We could share my room!" She declared. Sabine was baffled.
"You'd have to give up some of your space and privacy."
"Helping Ellie is more important." Marinette insisted, though there was a slight hesitation. Sabine huffed in exasperation. She turned towards Tom as he came up the stairs. She waved for him to come over.
"Tom, talk some sense into our daughter." After catching Tom up to speed, he couldn't help but agree with Marinette.
"YES!" Marinette shouted, wincing when Ellie shifted. Tom chuckled.
"Tom, are you sure this is best?" Sabine asked sternly. Tom's chuckles turned more awkward.
"We're always telling her to help others!" He defended. Sabine shook her head. Her mouth ticked upwards despite her slight displeasure.
"IF Ellie wants to, we can try." Marinette fist pumped and smiled gratefully at her maman. Tom cheered and picked Sabine up to twirl her around. Tom went silent when it began to look like Ellie was going to wake up. Gently, Tom pried Marinette away from Ellie.
"Thanks, papá³." Marinette whispered. Everyone turned back to Ellie when she whimpered and curled into a tight ball. An idea struck Marinette and she dashed upstairs. Tom and Sabine exchanged looks. When she returned she held a Ladybug doll that she placed between Ellie's arms.
"We should all go to sleep." Sabine suggested, before she turned to Marinette, "which means you aren't working on any commissions or anything else."
Marinette huffed. She reluctantly headed to bed after giving Tom and Sabine hugs goodnight.
"She sure is a load of trouble." Tom said with a grin as he wrapped an arm around Sabine.
"A load of trouble I'm proud of," Sabine said as she turned to her husband, "but she'd be a lot less trouble if you stopped siding with her..."
"I'm not taking anyone's side!" Sabine shook her head fondly. Husband and wife headed to bed, each mulling over the day's events.
¹Băobăo: baby in Mandarin can be used for one's children or romantic partner
²Maman: French for mom/mother.
³Papá: Italian for father
^(based on multiple sites, if wrong please correct me, this is going to be the case for all translations)
I just think Marinette knows random words/phrases/habits/customs from all the cultures she's been exposed to and researches her heritage when she actively thinks about it or how little she knows (which is rare because she is so busy and chaotic).
#marinette dupain cheng#sabine cheng#tom dupain#danielle fenton#ellie fenton#Clone Colony#Clone Colony by alittledoseofchaos#marinette always wanted a sibling#i have plans#might edit later#angst#more fandoms will be added in later chapters#I'm only planning on two more#One is more predictable#The other one probably isn't#But plans like to change so who knows#dp×mlb#mlb×dp
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