OH ABOUT THE NEW PARTS OF THE HALLOWEEN EVENT! Ofc I Finished Them Already And It Was SO FUNNY. I WAS

GETTING DRESSED! WITH JADE LEECH

Fingers ghost along your arm as Jade tugs the sleeve down your elbow, touch lingering against your skin far longer than necessary.

To make sure you look presentable, he claims, with an all-knowing smirk tugging at his lips. If that wasn’t evidence enough, then what of the attention riveting upon you so shamelessly, that the glow within his eyes ignites your skin like bioluminescent particles waking within deep, deep waters? 

You can’t hold his gaze for long, already fighting the urge to sink to your knees and smush your hands to your face. So you keep your eyes trained on the fingers rolling each cuff around your wrist, tantalizingly slow. 

He’s doing it on purpose.

Noticing your stare, Jade leans closer, just to see you squirm. “By the way you’re reacting, you’d think I were undressing you instead.” 

Meanwhile he moves on to smooth down your tunic, thumbing against your waist as he presses his lips to your temple. 

Warm breath ripples against your ear. He steals your voice yet again, by clasping that jade pendant around your neck. Attempting, at least.

You know he can hook it in a single try, like he’d done when he first gifted it. But he’s still so close, lips grazing your ear, hands ghosting the skin near your collar.

He apologizes for the delay, he just can’t seem to catch the clasp right — now he’s chuckling, all too amused by the fluster he’s got you in. 

When he steps away, your words return. “Done?” 

“Ah. Not so fast, Prefect.” He pauses for a moment, as if considering something. With a quiet sigh of relent, he pulls his gloves from his breast-pocket. He plays with your fingers, interlocking them within his. 

Jade attentively guides his gloves onto your own fingers, gentle with his touch. Cool to the touch, yet undeniably safe. There’s a tenderness when he kneels to press his lips to your gloved hand. “Don’t forget,” he says. “I’m all yours.”  

HES A WIUTTGCHHH OIUGHH HHHHGOOOOI

things I noticed about the broom bloom birthday cards (based on ONLY Jamil & Ace)

This might give us some insight on the patterns future cards in this series might have! Please note that this may become outdated when other cards roll around.

I didn’t notice any pattern for the interviewers yet except that Silver and Epel happen to be in the same year as the birthday boys they spoke with.

It seems like a lot of the interview questions themselves are centered around magic, the birthday boy’s feelings about it, and how it is used (what is his best subject, how strong of a flier is he, what makes him glad that he is able to use magic, etc). More magic lore?????? 👀 We also get a few more personal questions about what the boy hopes to do in the future and what they do in the future.

It seems that both Jamil and Ace’s bouquets have dahlias in them, which are the birth flower for the month of September. This may indicate that future birthday boys’ bouquets will also feature their respective birth month flower.

Something I noticed when Ace was teased was that his background and Jamil’s are flipped. Notice how the sun is on our left side in Jamil’s but on the right side in Ace’s. I was wondering why that was…? But then I saw their Groovies (spoilers below the cut) and I thought maybe it was to indicate different times of day??? Jamil’s is clearly at daytime and Ace’s at night… but that’s kind of weird considering that the sun rises in the east (Ace’s) and sets in the West (Jamil’s).

Continuing from the last point, maybe the difference is Groovy lighting and sun placement is because Jamil is first in the month (day) and Ace is later in the month (night)? Maybe the two boy that share a birthday per month will follow the day/night look.

Hmm, what about the boys who are the only ones in a particular month (Sebek for March and Leona for July)? Maybe they’ll be somewhere inbetween day and night, or maybe Sebek will be day (since he comes first) and Leona will be night?

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HI PANDO OF COURSE I FOLLOW U I LOVE YOUR WRITING !!! I just now realized I never rebloged before and I was like "wait. wait a minute. what??" NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE!! I've actually followed before I started posting so it's only natural you didn't notice before!!

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thank you, I hope you enjoy it!!

also, I don't have even a single drop of Cherry's editing skills, but I tried to make the teletubbies' sun Rook be a real thing so. here you go (with the worst possible quality of image and my even worse editing skills)

[I refuse to drown - Azul Ashengrotto]

Summary: He had hurt you. Azul had hurt you and he wasn't sure how he could ever forgive himself, the guilt gnawing at his core. Despite that, you still smile at him. 

Notes: reader and azul knew each other before chapter 3, gn!reader, angst and hurt/comfort, self deprecating thoughts, some mentions of blood, injury and death but none too graphic, not proof read

Azul had lost everything.

Everything he had built painstakingly for years, crawling himself from the bottom of the depths, that he exhausted himself for, that he carefully planned and gained through his hard work. Gone, just like that, floating away in the wind the same way the sand of the beach is carried away by the waves.

But, the worst of all: he lost control. 

Control of himself, his actions and his mind. Azul couldn't remember what happened after seeing his contracts disintegrating, only that he felt more despair than ever before. Even when he was isolated and mocked by the other merman, he's never felt such helplessness, such anguish, such misery. 

His mind was muddy, he didn't feel like he was in his body. Why would it matter, anyway? It was all gone, gone, gone. 

He let himself drown in the feeling.

Drowning was a strange sensation. Azul, being a merman, never thought he could experience it, but Night Raven College was full of surprises. His lungs felt full, an inky substance occupying where once was air. His vision was dark, as if he had fallen into an abyss. He couldn't bring himself to care.

Azul didn't know which was worse, the hopeless feelings or the lack thereof. 

He stayed floating into nothingness for a while. He wasn't conscious, but he was. He was there, but he wasn't. He didn't have a body, but he did. If he could manage to string a coherent thought together, it might have been something like this: "Is this what death looks like?" Perhaps if he could muster enough strenght to feel something, he might have felt regret for all the things he still had left to do.

If he looked deep into himself, deeper than he was willing to, he might have found that he regretted making you sign one of his rigged contracts and dragging you into this mess. He should have known better than understimating you, he should have known that something like this would happen. After all, you were amazing enough to catch his attention. What made him think you wouldn't be amazing enough to find a way out of his deal? What made him think Jade and Floyd would be enough to disencourage you? What made him think someone like him, so dirty and insicere, could ever dampen someone like you, so determined and bright?

He didn't think about any of it. He didn't think about anything.

The first thing Azul felt when he came back to his senses was light against his eyelids. He was back at the surface. His body ached all over but his lungs no longer bled that viscous black liquid and he felt alive once more. He was still alive.

He could smell a familiar scent, one that he was used to smelling back at the Coral Sea, so used to he didn't identify it a first. He heard shouting that seemed to be miles away and right by his ear at the same time. His slugish head couldn't distinguish what was being said by whom, but he could swear he heard your name, it's mention alone being enough to jolt eletricity back into his being and keep him awake. There were hurried footsteps getting farther away and he finally recognized what the smell was. It was the metalic smell of blood.

He tried to open his eyes but the bright lights of Mostro Lounge burned them, so he kept them tightly shut. He couldn't get up, his legs hurt more than any other part of his body. What had happened? He couldn't have... could he? The last thing he could remember happening before passing out was... oh.

Oh. He did. Azul had an overblot.

His breath hitched, but he forced himself to keep breathing in the air, to keep the blot out, out of his system and out of his lungs and out of his veins and out out out of him. He bit his tounge, clenched his fists and forced his sore eyes to open.

The contracts, they were gone. His life's work. He had made a fool of himself in front of another housewarden. He had an overblot and put everyone in danger. He had put you in danger.

Jade and Floyd were by his side. They were talking to him, but he couldn't register the words. His head was underwater, the pressure weighting him down, his ears filled with water and dripping, dripping, dripping.

He could still smell the blood. Ah, it felt just like home.

Azul looked at his lower half, almost sure in some hysterical part of his brain that he would find his tentacles there. His legs laid on the floor, clean and useless. He breathed a sigh of relief. Still, he couldn't help but wish the blood was his.

He got the gist of what the twins were saying. Leona destroyed the contracts and you had managed to adquire his childhood photo. They were mocking him for the tantrum he threw, but he could tell they were worried. There wasn't much force behind the half hearted taunts and no matter how much they tried to hide, Azul knew them just like they knew him. They were aggravated at what happened as well, no matter how much they pretended they couldn't care less.

"What would you like us to do about the photo?" 

"I'm pretty sure we could just snatch it up with how shrimpy is now, but man, I'm not in the mood for it."

"...I don't care about the photo anymore. Tell me, what happened to the prefect?"

Jade looked at him with pity and Floyd's mood deteriorated. There was a bottomless pit of dread at his stomach, his throat felt dry all of sudden. His eyes burned, but no tears fell from them. When had his breathing become so erratic?

As soon as the twins broke the news to him, Azul tried to stand up and see you, not caring for how much his legs ached and hurt and screamed at him to stay down. Good, he thought with venom, so much loathing and disdain it left a sour feeling in his mouth, they better be hurting after what he'd done. He deserves worse.

Jade helped him balance himself on his legs and Floyd laughed at his clumsy footing, as if it was the first time the three of them set foot on land and were just learning how to walk. Azul felt like he had been stripped from his tentacles and siphon all over again. He had been stripped from his skin and from his mind, had been laid open and bare and vulnerable for all to see, had his chest teared apart and his lungs leaking onto the floor.

Once they arrived at the infirmary, Azul was almost jumped by your friends. The Heartslabyul duo and the young Savanaclaw seemed ready to plummet him to the ground, no care for his condition, if it weren't for Jade and Floyd tanking him by both sides like bodyguards. Azul was glad they didn't care, he was glad they worried so much about you. He would have let them hit him and taken the beating, there wasn't much of his pride left to salvage anyway.

The school nurse had just finished attending you and promptly went to work on his injuries. The Headmaster appeared at the infirmary right after Azul was discharged, no doubt already knowing what happened. He had never seem Crowley look as serious as he did when he asked for the three of them to accompany him to his office. 

Azul's body was exhausted, he clearly needed to rest. Still, he agreed without a fuss, the twins following him closely from behind. He could feel Jade's gaze burning the back of his neck, but he couldn't gather enough energy to care for whatever was going on the eelmer's mind. He felt empty, almost hollow. Frighteningly so, like he was still on that void state, disconnected from his body. Was he even awake?

The talk with the Headmaster was a long and tiring one. At the end of it, Azul accepted the new terms for him to keep running Mostro Lounge at the school, gripping tightly to the only thing he had left. He couldn't lose his beloved restaurant alongside everything else, it would be too much, more than he could handle.

It was dark by the time they were excused to go back to their dorm. Azul felt and looked like a mess, not like the businessman he took pride in being. His hair was dishevelled, there were eyebags under his eyes and his mouth was set in a firm line for a while, not managing much more emoting. 

There was a restlessness under his skin, on his muscles, deep in his bones, down onto every single cell. No matter how worn out he was, there was no way he would be able to sit back. Not until he saw you with his own eyes, saw exactly how much damage he had caused. 

He wasn't able to muster up the courage to look the twins in the face as he told them to go ahead, that he had something to do. Luckly, they decided he had suffered enough and didn't kick up much of a fuss before leaving him alone.

The walk to the infirmary felt like a fever dream, too long and too short at the same time. Azul wondered if your friends were still there at this time, if you were awake, if he was even allowed to enter. He stayed rooted in front of the entrance, trying to gather every last bit of confidence to put up his usual serene façade. 

He wouldn't let you see how affected he was by the whole ordeal. This wasn't supposed to be about him, he wanted to take a look at you. You, who had been nothing but friendly to him, who had caught his attention early on, who spent time with him at Mostro Lounge, who he admired so much, who wormed your way into his heart and refused to leave.

Azul was afraid you hated him now, but by the Sevens how much he wished you did. Why wouldn't you, after he tried to scam you out of your house and almost got you killed. All for his selfishness, for his stupid pride and greed. He was ready for you to scream at him, to hit him, say you never wanted to see him again. Even if the mere thought was enough for him to feel like throwing up, he knew it would be better if he stayed away from you and your light. That way, he wouldn't hurt you again, never again.

Steeling himself with the fakiest smile on his face, he pushed the door open, hands shaking.

The infirmary was quiet, no one in sight save for you. You were laying on one of the first beds, a peaceful expression on your face. You looked beautiful. You always did, to him. There were bandages all over where your skin was visible. Azul could feel the guilt choking him. How could he have the audacity to come talk to you after he was the one that did this?

He turned around and was about to leave when he heard you whisper. It was spoken so softly he wouldn't have heard at all if he wasn't hyperaware of you. "Stay." 

Azul stayed. He could never deny anything you asked for. Especially not when you sounded so pleading, when you looked at him like that.

There was a chair next to your bed, so umconfortable looking as it must feel. But it was the best way to stay closer to you, so he sat on it, waiting for you to drop the guillotine over his head for his sins. 

The silence was suffocating, denser than the pressure at the bottom of the ocean. He wanted you to say something, anything. His gaze was on the floor, lips pulled back, brows furrowed. If he closed his eyes, only the darkness would welcome him, swallow him whole, so he kept them stubbornly open.

"Azul." It felt like a blessing, like a drop of water after walking through the desert, like a warm embrace. Azul relished the way you said his name, the delicious entonation as your tongue rolled over every letter. He wanted to beg you to say it again and again. The only thing he does is lifting his head to look at you.

The proximity between you two was startling. He hadn't noticed how close you were, hadn't noticed you raising your hand, hadn't noticed the shine in your eye. He thought you were about to slap him, but couldn't drag his stare away from your eyes. They looked so gentle, so full of... something. He wouldn't dare try to name the emotion behind them, wouldn't dare hope.

Your hand made contact with his cheek, making him flinch lightly. There was no sting, only your warmth as you held his face. Your fingers left burning imprints where they touched, marked him from the inside out. Wide blue eyes meet your affectionate ones, so open and honest. Why were you being so gentle to him? Acting like nothing happened, like things were the same as before this whole mess occurred. 

"I'm glad." You confess softly, a secret meant only for the two of you, thumb brushing against his cheeks as he leans into your touch and lets himself melt into it while he still can. "I'm glad you're alright, Azul." 

"How can you say that when you're the one laying on a hospital bed?" His voice falls flat, trying to hide his emotions. But he's a cracked shell, his insides are spilling out into your palms, plain for you to pick apart and analyse as you please.

You smile, your joy is so sincere Azul can feel his eyes burn with unshead tears. How could he ever hurt someone like you? How could you still look at him without an once of hatred or disguist or fear?

"I was worried about you." You state as if it was the simplest thing in the world, because it is, to you. The sky is blue, the ocean is cold and you care about Azul. You say as if you aren't shattering his last bits of composure, as if you aren't breaking his heart into little jagged pieces. 

"Don't say that." He manages to choke out, as if the mere words hurt his throat, voice watery and breaking. "Please, don't say that." The 'I don't deserve it' is not said out loud, but both of you can hear it.

"How can I not? It's the truth." His tears flow freely, no longer under his control as he feels the urge to sob, to beg for forgiveness, to hide and never see you again in fear of hurting you. Only you had this effect on him, only you could break his barriers and composure so easily. 

You brush his tears away, whispering reassurances. Wasn't him supposed to be the one reassuring you? He had come to see how you were, to apologize, to let you scream at him, anything. He could take it if you hated him, he would understand, but how could your gaze still hold so much fondness in it, so much love? The guilt shatters him, pierces his heart, make his sobs louder. How cruel could your kindness be?

He had hurt you. Azul had hurt you and he wasn't sure how he could ever forgive himself, the guilt gnawing at his core. Despite that, you still smile at him. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He repeats, over and over. You say you forgive him, but he keeps going until his voice is hoarse. You don't, no, you can't understand it. You did nothing wrong, you're not like him, hands stained with blood and rot. He lets his guilt out before it festers and consumes him. It isn't enough to make up to you, although it does make him feel a little bit better, to let it all out like this.

You don't lie to him. You don't say it wasn't his fault or that he wasn't in the wrong, but you don't rub it in either. Azul appreciates it, the sincerity. He knows you can hold him accountable when the time is right. For now, you comfort him. You tell him how nobody else could put such effective notes together, how determinated and hardworking he is. How his past doesn't define him and how he has greater strenghts than any magic. He drinks every word up, commiting them to memory.

As his tears seem to dry out alongside his voice, you pull him closer to yourself. He submerges himself into you, your scent, your voice, your touch. He would happily let himself drown on the sensation. You just hold him, rubbing circles on his back and lending him your shoulder. 

It's like time has frozen over. Azul wishes it had. He could stay like this with you for hours if you'd let him, although he doesn't feel ready to admit it, be it to you or to himself. 

Everything is not right. You're still hurt, his contracts are still gone and Azul still feels wrong, the effects of the overblot lingering underneath his skin. His reputation took a significant blow and he'll have to change the method he's always used to work at his own establishment. 

But not all is lost, either. He can start over, the right way this time. You'll be by his side, cheering him on. There's a long road to improvement and Azul has never been one to get scared by such things. He'll put his efforts on getting back on his feet and breaking the surface of the water, as he refuses to drown. 

The late hour weights on your tired bodies, causing you to yawn, your hold on him getting laxer. With the way his body aches, he wouldn't be able to go back to Octavinelle. In fact, he doesn't feel able to move from the chair he is in. He doesn't want to leave you from his sight, to lose your touch. 

You ask him to keep you company, prompting him to lay his head on your lap, an umconfortable position, as he has to bend his torso to reach it, but he doesn't mind. Just having you nearby will be enough. One of your hands interlock your fingers with his and the other plays with his hair as you hum, not letting the silence engulf the room. He's beyond grateful for that, for how you just seem to know what he needs and is more than willing to give it to him. He's never been handled with such care before, like he's wanted, like he's precious. It makes his body feel warm and he basks on it.

He waits until you stop your ministrations, until your breathing evens out and it's just him alone with his thoughts. He keeps his eyes shut, as he knows that if he dared to glance at your sleeping face his heart would burst with affection, the feelings he's trying to rein in exploding from his chest. 

Azul only has made a promise to himself once, when he was a little kid being bullied by his peers, eager to prove them wrong, to prove he could be better than their expectations. Now, he makes a new promise, to protect you and your kindness, to never let someone, least him, hurt you again, to make up for his own shortcomings and become someone you can be proud of.

He loses consciousness for the second time that day, but this time he knows he's alive. He feels it in the way his heart beats in sync with yours, the way his breaths come out from his mouth, the way your fingers are laced with his. 

Azul is alive and swimming to the surface, as he refuses to drown.

Masterlist

when they get jealous

featuring !! every twst boy except for ortho

MALLEUS DRACONIA

evil bastard

listens to nicki minaj on his nokia 3000 (bought his absolute brick of a phone from sam’s 1 Thaumark Sale so nicki is Very Staticky) as he sits cross legged on his chair, plotting revenge on the plebeians who have been unfairly Hogging your attention for the past week

ever since you joined his Gargoyle Study Club, an influx of nrc students started mass applying to join in your stead

was ecstatic at first. made everyone Homemade Gargoyle Shirts that say I ❤️ GARGOYLES on the front until he quickly realized his beloved gargoyle study club had morphed into the Y/N Dating Club  

first off. no one knows you’re dating. sebek banned the two of you from ever going public with your relationship because it “tainted the reputation of our lord and savior malleus” and also “stripped him of his lovely (spiritual) fertile maiden’s bosom”.

???????

fertile???? maidens????? bosom?????

Basically No One Knows Your Dating. which means you are free real estate and the population of nrc want to move in!

malleus gets jealous incredibly easy because he thinks (THINKS) he is a Certified Expert With a Masters Degree on the topic of knowing when people are into you. (He is Not)

he Fell in love with you so everyone else has to be Stupid to also not fall in love with you

like why are you breathing so cutely? why are you walking so prettily? why are you speaking so breathtakingly??? is enraged if anyone disagrees with him but is also enraged if anyone agrees with him.

basically :

“yeah, i have a crush on y/n”

malleus: ٩(╬ʘ益ʘ╬)۶

“no, what? i don’t have a crush on them…”

malleus, breathing heavily: ٩(╬ʘ益ʘ╬)۶

tends to get clingy when you’re talking with someone else

oh? you’re talking with another guy? he’s wrapping his arm around your waist. oh? you’re working with another guy on a school project? he’s intertwining your hands together.

ends up getting so jealous with everyone in his Gargoyle Study Club that he comes up with a Genius Idea (it’s not genius) (it’s horrendous) (and a little insulting)

bans everyone in the club from attending or joining Any Club That Is Hosted By Malleus Draconia for. personal reasons.

blocks sebek on his nokia and sends out a formally penned letter to everyone in NRC that he is dating you.

you’re ??????? at why the Gargoyle Study Club has suddenly dropped from 27 members to 2 members in the span of a day. and why you got a whole thesis paper on malleus’s dating life.

malleus starts walking you to classes everyday and is the Perfect Charming Boyfriend to everyone around him

meanwhile. sebek purchases a flamethrower

Continuar lendo

BEE I CANT BREATH THE TAGS ON THE JAMIL FIC JKSHKJSHK I CANT RN I SHOULD BE STUDYING HISTORY BUT INSTEAD IM TRYING NOT TO SMILE AT MY COMPUTER LIKE A CLOWN OMGOMG ILSYM I WENT TO GOOGLE TRANSLATE TO TRANSLATE THE PORTUGUESE AND WALLAH أعشقك كثيرا يا حب حياتي YOUR WORDS ARE SO KIND AND LOVELY THEY MAKE ME BURST WITH JOY TYSM

MORI I'M GLAD YOU LIKE MY SILLY LITTLE THOUGHTS SO MUCH !!! seriously your writing is wonderful and I love to learn new things about different cultures!!

good luck with studying!! and don't forget to take breaks and drink water!! you've got this!!

EU TAMBÉM TE AMO AMORINHA <33

when they get jealous

featuring !! every twst boy except for ortho

MALLEUS DRACONIA

evil bastard

listens to nicki minaj on his nokia 3000 (bought his absolute brick of a phone from sam’s 1 Thaumark Sale so nicki is Very Staticky) as he sits cross legged on his chair, plotting revenge on the plebeians who have been unfairly Hogging your attention for the past week

ever since you joined his Gargoyle Study Club, an influx of nrc students started mass applying to join in your stead

was ecstatic at first. made everyone Homemade Gargoyle Shirts that say I ❤️ GARGOYLES on the front until he quickly realized his beloved gargoyle study club had morphed into the Y/N Dating Club  

first off. no one knows you’re dating. sebek banned the two of you from ever going public with your relationship because it “tainted the reputation of our lord and savior malleus” and also “stripped him of his lovely (spiritual) fertile maiden’s bosom”.

???????

fertile???? maidens????? bosom?????

Basically No One Knows Your Dating. which means you are free real estate and the population of nrc want to move in!

malleus gets jealous incredibly easy because he thinks (THINKS) he is a Certified Expert With a Masters Degree on the topic of knowing when people are into you. (He is Not)

he Fell in love with you so everyone else has to be Stupid to also not fall in love with you

like why are you breathing so cutely? why are you walking so prettily? why are you speaking so breathtakingly??? is enraged if anyone disagrees with him but is also enraged if anyone agrees with him.

basically :

“yeah, i have a crush on y/n”

malleus: ٩(╬ʘ益ʘ╬)۶

“no, what? i don’t have a crush on them…”

malleus, breathing heavily: ٩(╬ʘ益ʘ╬)۶

tends to get clingy when you’re talking with someone else

oh? you’re talking with another guy? he’s wrapping his arm around your waist. oh? you’re working with another guy on a school project? he’s intertwining your hands together.

ends up getting so jealous with everyone in his Gargoyle Study Club that he comes up with a Genius Idea (it’s not genius) (it’s horrendous) (and a little insulting)

bans everyone in the club from attending or joining Any Club That Is Hosted By Malleus Draconia for. personal reasons.

blocks sebek on his nokia and sends out a formally penned letter to everyone in NRC that he is dating you.

you’re ??????? at why the Gargoyle Study Club has suddenly dropped from 27 members to 2 members in the span of a day. and why you got a whole thesis paper on malleus’s dating life.

malleus starts walking you to classes everyday and is the Perfect Charming Boyfriend to everyone around him

meanwhile. sebek purchases a flamethrower

Continuar lendo

Cherry and I were talking about the twst boys watching horror movies yesterday, so in honor of the halloween event, here's my take on it:

TRACK [ 04 ] apologise. APOLOGISE!!!

light me up, kalim al asim : idol au

synopsis: you and neige under the group name SNOW reign supreme in the idol world. what happens when kalim, a newly-debuted rookie knocks you off your high horse—and to make things worse—becomes infatuated with you?

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notes: DOUBLE UPDATE azul is being difficult on purpose☺️

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