#true form au

[yakutarts]

Neil and his babies

Neil and his not-quite-babies-anymore

I have a headcanon that Neil wasn’t simply Dream’s friend, but a father figure and role model for both of them. Neil takes care of them because she knew Nim before she “died”, and wants to look after her children.

I’m turning this canon in my True Form Apple Twins AU.

Dreamtale belongs to @ jokublog

True Form AU (concept and designs) belongs to me (@ yakutarts)

[skyward-floored]

Doodled my midlink kiddo Eveni a little... messed with his markings a bit too

[bluukive]

slightly suggestive, true-form sukuna insists on carrying stubborn wife

Your husband began his shenanigans one lazy morning. It wasn't anything new at all— you were quite used to the way he'd manhandle you to prove a point.

With tired limbs, you hauled yourself out of bed, toes barely skimming the cold tile floor. Suddenly, you were airborne. With a shriek, your limbs flailed, and you hit a solid wall of muscle.

“Feet. Up. How many times must I remind you to wear your slippers?” Sukuna grunted, two big hands scooping you into his hold like you weighed nothing to him. One lower hand gripped the area under your thighs whilst the other rested on your back. Sukuna's upper arms remained at his side. “Do you enjoy being disobedient?"

“I was about to wear them, you neanderthal,” you hissed in response, smacking at his chest so that he would put you down.

The slaps did nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Sukuna wasn't fazed. He simply carried you across the room like he hasn’t just manhandled you out of the warmth of your shared bed.

“Can I please just walk by myself—”

“No.”

“You are quite literally walking around mindlessly in circles. Who are you trying to impress with your muscles?"

His lip quirks upwards.

"I have no need to impress anyone."

A wave of mock offence from you hits your husband. "Wow. Not even your wife?"

A pause.

“Hmm. Perhaps you are the exception," he muttered, four eyes narrowed as he stood in the centre of your bedroom for no reason at all.

“Tch. I hope one of your subordinates sees you like this,” you squirmed in his arms some more, brows furrowed. “So that they can witness their king behaving like an absolute buffoon.”

Sukuna looked down at you. You blinked back up at him, ceasing all movement.

“A buffoon, am I? Repeat yourself."

“Bu-ffoon,” you repeated all sickly sweet.

Sukuna didn't put you down.

Instead, he used his four arms to hold you upside down. And awkward noise left your lips, one that resembled a squawk as your husband gave you a firm shake.

Once he decided that you had recieved a good enough scare, Sukuna spun you the right way up again, his gaze burning with a silent, unamused intensity that, quite frankly, riled you up.

“Careful,” he tutted warningly, lips brushing your forehead after he had drawn you back to his chest. “Keep insulting me like that, and I will ensure that you never walk again."

You gawked at him, mind whirring with all of the implications of his words. “What on earth is that supposed to mean—"

"I shall make it my mission to carry you everywhere."

. . .

"Oh."

A snort left the bigger man, a smirk beginning to curl up at his lips once more. "Disappointed, wife? What did you think I meant?"

Your face turned red. Another ungraceful slap landed on Sukuna's shoulder as you simmered in embarrassment. "Nothing. Stop teasing me."

“And miss how awfully sullen you become? I pass."

Your cheeks continued to burn the longer he spoke.

"You irritate me. Tremendously so," you remarked quietly, settling against your husband as he carried you back to bed.

Sukuna chuckled, deep and low, with his hand lifting your chin. "And you are nothing short of adorable. Let me hold you a while longer before tending to my duties, dear wife."

". . . Fine."

[to00fu]

art style study + my super niche sukuna au with brujo ari's style

[thebreadmantm]

I was talking with a friend. I tried to say mort from Madagascar but I said mort from the Magnus archives. And then this happened

If I had to make it you have to see it

[smilesrobotlover]

When you want to get a cute picture of your hot wife but she likes to be annoying

[ccazimi]

cw: truform sukuna x reader, heian au, fluff

wc: 1.2k

a/n: wrote this to procrastinate on the neuroscience lab that i have to complete...

Sukuna simply does not understand.

He's given you the largest chambers, second only to his own, the best of anything to provide you with whatever comforts you could ever want.

However, you choose to sleep with him at night. This is still fine, considering his futon is so incredibly large that it could fit him while giving you more than enough space to sleep.

And still, even with this ocean of bedding beside him, he finds himself pushed to the fucking edge of the futon till he's nearly on the floor.

Why?

Because you insist on sleeping by him, sticking yourself next to him as close as possible.

Not in a normal way either, no, just body contact is simply not good enough.

You'll wrap your upper arm and leg over him so that you can cling to him as tightly as possible like a koala hanging onto a tree branch. Sometimes you'll even shift up in your sleep till you're basically wrapped around his head, pretty much holding him in a headlock to keep his skull secure against your chest.

Sukuna runs hot, he always has. So naturally he starts to get even more overheated with the warmth of your body pressed right next to him, rendering him unable to sleep comfortably.

He shifts away out of your hold while he's half asleep, still right beside you, but leaving just a little bit of room so he can cool off.

And somehow, even though you're literally sleeping, you instinctively shift right into that little gap to glue yourself to him again.

This cycle continues, him getting hot, moving away, you moving closer. Like this, you effectively herd him like cattle till he feels the uncomfortable edge of his futon and finally wakes up fully to realize that he's about a centimeter away from sleeping on the fucking floor.

Sukuna looks at you and then at the remaining expanse of the futon right next to you.

Unbelievable.

He tries to push you back into the Great Plains of bedding beside you but you grumble when he disturbs your beauty sleep, eyes still shut.

"Move, brat. I've got no fuckin' room."

Sukuna cannot believe that a human woman who is like a third of his size, has him sleeping at the corner of his own bed like he's the family dog.

You don't move.

He sighs and forcefully picks you up, placing you in the center of all that empty room.

This wakes you up, and of course the very first emotion you feel at having been disturbed is irritation.

"What are you doing?!" you whisper, scowling at him like this is all his fault.

Sukuna blinks at you incredulously, this creature that he could finish off before she could even make a noise, with an attitude that levels his own.

"Me? You keep pushing me to the side like we don't have this entire fucking bed. I will not sleep like a peasant in my own chambers."

"What does that even mean? You're just being classist."

One of Sukuna's eyes twitches.

"That's not the point. Just...sleep on your side of the bed, okay?!" he growls before turning away to go back to sleep.

You mutter some expletives under your own breath as well before also falling asleep.

It can't have been more than forty-five minutes when he finally fully wakes again to find himself once more at the edge of the futon.

Strangely though, he doesn't feel you stuck onto him like usual.

He turns to find you sleeping horizontally in that wide open space after having cornered him to the edge of the bed.

All in your sleep.

Sukuna has had just about enough of these antics, further agitated from the lack of rest. He moves over to flick your forehead with one hand, almost feeling bad about it, if it weren't for the current circumstances.

"Wha-" Your eyes shoot open before you glare at him. "Do you have some kind of problem?"

Well, that does it.

If you were anyone else he would've murdered you on the spot, but you're not, so your punishment is limited to him angrily telling you that if you do it again he's going to make you sleep in your own room.

In response you drop your mouth open, staring at him in complete offense like he's personally cursed your entire bloodline. "You do not mean that."

"Try me."

That's enough to have you huffing, getting up off the bed and storming towards the door.

Sukuna frowns. "Where the hell are you going? I said if you do it again, I'm not telling you to leave."

His words fall upon deaf ears, because honestly, he should know by now how stubborn you are.

You leave his room, and go sleep in your own bed.

Sure it's not nearly as nice, but it works just because you're fueled by pure spite, and soon you're fast asleep.

Sukuna, on the other hand, finds himself not able to sleep at all. He tosses and turns until sunlight peaks over the horizon and those damn birds start making a racket outside.

And though he's a bit miserable the whole day, he figures it's fine as you'll come sneaking into his room to sleep with him again tonight, like you always do.

Except you don't.

He waits, night falls, and still you don't arrive.

Finally with a sigh he gets up to go to your chambers, telling himself this is for practical purposes, and practical purposes only because apparently his body can't fall asleep without you right by him.

You're laying in your bed when he enters your room, seemingly asleep.

"Stop pretending to be asleep,” he states flatly.

You, with your closed lids, wonder how he knew that. Either way, you don't respond, continuing to feign sleep.

Sukuna remains unimpressed. "I know you're awake, woman."

He's slept with you enough nights to know that there's no way you would sleep so normally, laying perfectly straight in your bed, on your back, blankets tucked neatly around you.

Sukuna groans and simply walks over to your futon, bends over, and slings you over his shoulder like a burlap sack.

And just like he knew you would, you immediately start squirming as he hauls you back to his room, throwing insults at him that he's never even heard before, not even from you.

Still, there's not much you can do, and eventually he gets to his chambers, dropping you on his futon.

You land flat on your butt, before crossing your arms to glare up at him.

"I don't want to sleep with you,” you hiss.

"Don't care."

You grumble some more before resigning to sleep at the opposite edge of the bed from him, back turned his way. You feel the futon dip under his weight as he gets in and settles down.

A moment of silence and then-

"Come here,” he orders.

You don't move, and when you don't, he does, shifting over till he's pretty much spooning you.

"Asshole,” you mumble, though you let your body melt into his touch. "Move, I have no room."

"Sucks, doesn't it?"

But really it doesn't matter, because he'll wake up on the opposite side of the bed anyway in the morning, with you wrapped around him like usual.

[brainlessbaguette]

Honestly this crappy AU has been eating away at me since it popped in my head yesterday. I am having a field day with this train of thought.

Botw Link wouldn't have to go it alone, but the trade off is he gets "help" from some of the most choatic possibly immortal creatures to ever grace the lands of hyrule.

Mr.Hero would basically be followed by skull kid, who is convinced that Linkie is the greatest thing they've seen in centuries, a traveling Midna would occasionally bump into him and try to offer advice until the kid chimes in with a oober destructive alternate plan that she is immediately on board with because it'd be way funnier. The only good advice he can get is from Fi's statistics, but he isn't strong enough to pull the master sword so he has to go out of his way to get those.

Like he would wake up to what he thinks is a chaotic nightmare, while not realizing that they are distracting him from the actual nightmare he could be living.

[roadkill-creatures]

[strialternatives]

"May I have this dance?"

Side: Hereward

[killjoystrashcan]

Modern Au : Favorites?

He did not lie, he also did not answer the question.

[yakutarts]

My first commission of the entire fucking year.

Explanation why this has the Undertale tag under the cut ⬇️

This is a Discord commission for Reef, thank you so much for commissioning me, it truly means a lot and it has been a really long time since I drew for someone else. ♥️

Wtf this has to do with Undertale? This is a dragonized version of the client’s OC, Pearl. She’s a ship child of Dream and Blue, for further context, see this post. Basically his OC if she was a “dragon” like Dream and Nightmare (Dragon is between “” cuz they are not actual dragons, because that wasn’t what I intended while creating the designs, it isn’t a “them but dragons AU”, but a “Them if they didn’t had skeleton vessels AU”. But I will continue use the term because it stuck and it’s the most simple way to describe them.)

BOY do I have things to yap about this. It’s been SO LONG since my last client (August 2023), and I was actually a little nervous, worried that it might not look good but it turned out quite amazing! There is no better motivator like money! /hj

The top 3 hardest parts of making this was figuring out how to place the neck and back plates and how they are going to overlap each other, the neck angle and how it bends was not helping at all lol, had to revise it 3 times to make sure it was right. Tried to make them pearl shaped while having some resemblance to Dream’s plate design since that’s his child and all.

Second hardest part was the coloring, since this is a custom design and my reference was a skeleton, I had to cook some shit up. I spent some hot time wandering how I should color this without making it look boring, this is a flat body comm so I had to figure out how to make it look interesting without shading everything so it wouldn’t look bland. Coloring with watercolor made it easier, more textured. Decided to pick a gradient between green and blue, in the beginning it kinda felt like I was coloring a beach. The underbelly was actually gold before it got changed to pale yellow, the star pattern, white freckles and the darker color in the plates is what made it stand out the most.

The last hardest part of this was resisting the urge to shade it, cuz damn I really wanted to.

But well, that’s pretty much it! I hope to get more clients with more frequency, instead of 1 every six months or I this case 1 per year 💀.

Honestly I have been really happy with everything so far, I really like the UTMV community and I get fuzzy feelings at the thought that somebody liked my “true form apple twins” AU so much that they diced to commission me a piece based on that idea. It really means everything to me after the things I have been through (dw about it).

ALSO ALSO! Since this is a Dreamberry ship child, during the whole commission, start to finish, I could only think about this /j :

Yes I made this yes I hyper focused on making this right after I finished the main drawing no I’m not normal.

Pearl belongs to Reef

Dreamtale belongs to @ Jokublog

Ink!sans belongs to @ Myebi / @ Comyet

Swap!sans created by PopcornPrince / now Community Owned

True Form AU / Designs belong to me ( @ yakutarts)

[skyward-floored]

You know me… twilight turns 😔

This got me to work on it for a solid half hour thank youuuuu 🥺 I will give you a wip as thanks:

“Well. Guess I owe the little furball,” she admits, and leans on Link’s shoulder. “I could direct my appreciation elsewhere, though. Did I ever thank you for that, by the way?”

“For dragging you to the princess?” Link says with a faint smile, and Midna shakes her head.

“No. For saving my life.”

Link blinks, staring at her, then gives an awkward little shrug.

“Zelda did the saving,” he says, shifting his weight. Is he blushing? Spirits he’s adorable. “All I did was bring you to her.”

“Which in turn saved my life, and also got me back to my true form, which I have never been more grateful for,” Midna argues back, and takes his face in her hands. “Zelda did save my life, and I will forever be grateful to her. But you did too.”

“But—”

Midna rolls her eyes and presses her lips to his, effectively cutting off whatever argument was about to form on them.

[bluukive]

mdni, Sukuna tests your patience after being put on a sex ban

The shrine had been quiet all afternoon.

Mid-summer warmth drifted in through the rickety wooden panes of the windows, casting beams of sunlight across the floor of the main hall where you sat on a chair. Your robes had been lazily tugged on, barely concealing the smooth expanse of skin above your chest your husband liked to bite on. Your fingers thumbed at the delicate pages of a hardcover book— one that you, quite frankly, didn't care for. You had other things on your mind.

Everything about your demeanour was deliberate, from the way your face betrayed very little emotion to the way you stayed almost absolutely still.

Even when the tell-tale thud of your husbands heavy footsteps reverberated throughout the room, you kept your eyes down.

Sukuna had left hours ago. You had spent the entire morning and half of the afternoon moping over how busy he had been recently, dealing with territory issues, shrine matters, and the like. Some husband he was, you simmered during one of your passionate rants to yourself once you were alone.

You remember the first thing you'd told him in bed when he'd leaned in to kiss your lips before leaving.

"You’re still on the sex ban," you had warned in a huff, burying your face into your pillow. "I’m annoyed at you for ditching me every morning."

There was no sugarcoating your words. Sukuna could tell that you were set with your words, especially when you had cracked open a sleepy eye to glare at him.

The look Sukuna had given you in return was one you were very much familiar with. He had one brow raised and a slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

It was clear he didn’t believe you.

But now? Sukuna was home. It was time he dealt with his sulking wife.

His four eyes landed on you, taking in the sight of you sitting on a worn-out chair with a book perched on your lap. Did he not even deserve the most fleeting of glances?

Despite the cold-shoulder, you could feel the dull ache in your cunt, a response from being neglected for too long. It was a response that you were hoping your all-too perceptive husband wouldn't catch on to.

But, of course, he did.

"You smell wet," he remarked casually, as if he was making a passing comment about the weather.

You didn’t respond. You simply turned another page, eyes unfocused on the words in front of you.

A brief moment passed. Then a heavy thud brought you out of your frazzled thoughts. You glanced up, shattering your disinterested act within seconds.

Just what he wanted.

The thud had come from your husband, who had sank to his knees.

The King of Curses at his wife's feet? It shouldn't have surprised anyone, considering the fact that Sukuna was willing to move mountains for you. Yet you gawked at him anyway.

A warm hand rested on the side of one of your calves before you felt him kneading gently at the flesh.

"I have barely touched you," Sukuna murmured, tattooed chin nudging against your knee, "And yet I can practically hear your weeping cunt pulse for me. Explain that to me, dear wife."

“No.”

His fingers twitched. Sukuna sat still for a moment before sliding his hand over your thigh. He could feel the muscle tense under his touch, but not from fear. From restrained arousal.

Your skin heated up at the slow drag of his palms, the five fingers gliding up bare skin from where the robe had treacherously parted to give him access. Sukuna handled you like he handled the finest of silk, with lingering promises of pleasure hiding underneath the facade of reassurance.

“Brat,” he teased lowly, gently blowing against the side of your leg and relishing in how your leg twitched as if it wanted to kick out at him. Not once did his eyes leave you.

Still, you didn't waver, remembering the sex ban you had put your husband on. “Can't you see I'm trying to ignore you?"

“But you are dripping for me, no? The scent is potent today,” Sukuna lifted up one of your legs, silently noting how compliant you were, the tip of his arched nose brushing near your ankle. “You pretend you are above me, wife. But you and I know that it is not long until you are begging for me to put my tongue in you."

Your leg twitched under his hand, stronger this time. Instinctively.

Sukuna only hummed, guiding your leg slowly over his broad shoulder. He didn't tug at you, didn't force you to move whatsoever. You allowed him to rest the side of his face against your inner thigh, dangerously close to where you needed him the most.

Sukuna knew what he was doing. If he came any closer, he'd be able to breathe in the heat between your legs.

So that was exactly what he did.

He shuffled closer, nose prodding higher up your thigh until he could inhale.

Deeply.

Again. And again.

You could see his eyes flutter, as if being this close to you sustained him. Gave him strength.

Looking down at your husband only made your heartbeat skip a beat or two.

“Sukuna,” you warned in a strained manner.

“Do you see me touching your precious cunt?" he murmured, visibly unbothered and resembling a tiger on catnip. "I am merely basking in your delicious scent."

How terribly smug Sukuna was at finding this 'loophole'. So stupidly mug and big and unmovable, even whilst he was on his knees before you.

You felt one of his upper hands reach behind to curl around the knee that dangled helplessly over his broad back. Another two hands kept your thighs open, moving away to hold your hands once he realised you weren't going anywhere.

Finally, his nose began shifting upwards.

Nearer to where it called out for him.

You kept twitching under his grip, listening to the soft inhales and content rumbles emitting from deep within his chest.

Yet, your body didn’t move away. You didn't want to.

“. . . you are pushing your limits, Ryo," you uttered breathily, stomach tensing under Sukuna's watchful eyes. The nickname didn't escape your delighted husband, and only served to spur on his teasing.

“Am I?"

You couldn't answer, choosing to shut your eyes instead. But Sukuna was able to sneak in a grin for you to see before you did so.

You swore you hated how warm you felt. You wanted to hate utterly needy you were before Sukuna had even gotten a glimpse of how wet you were underneath your robes. But you didn't.

Shaking fingers found your book once more as you attempted to appear interested in its contents, yet Sukuna called you out on your bluff yet again.

"I recall a certain little vixen insisting that this poor excuse for literature would not ever grace her eyes," he murmured.

An impatient huff left you, and Sukuna felt how your leg almost tightened around him. A silent plea to stay close. "Am I not allowed to change my mind?"

"I have watched you turn the same page three times. You fool nobody."

You cursed inwardly, allowing the book to slide onto the floor.

A pleased noise left your husband now that the only distraction was gone. Sukuna propped himself up so that he was on one knee instead of both, allowing him to lean even closer. His tongue flicked out once, hands moving the cursed robed aside so he can nip at the dampened skin of your inner thighs.

Sukuna had been deprived for days now. He had no one to blame but himself, but God, it was all worth it. Especially when you tasted so sweet. So ripe for him,

A low moan left the man, a noise so ragged in his aching chest like it was being dragged out of him.

“Your pussy,” he hissed, “she misses me.”

You shook your head. "Ryo," you whispered, grimacing at how quickly you were falling apart in his arms, "Sex ban,” you reminded, but the words came out airy, strained.

You heard shuffling. Sukuna stood up suddenly, all four arms caging you in. He couldn't deny that the sight of your eyes widening made him twitch below his own clothes.

His eyes bored into yours, telling you everything his mouth couldn't.

“I shall wait until this little game of yours is finished,” he whispered. “I know you are upset, and I have every intention on making it up to you. But do not make me wait."

You swallowed, the movement being almost painfully hard. Sukuna simply grinned in response before turning his back on you and walking away.

But not before turning his nose up into the air and inhaling again.

[muliwamm]

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Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna hated being bossed around. He was the epitome of "I'll do it, but not because you told me to," mentality. He liked doing his own thing for his own benefit. He's never really had anyone to look out for him, that's why he does the job himself. Alone.

So it's safe to say that Sukuna was not taking your correction that well.

Although today, he took it a little differently than normal.

Sukuna didn't like to admit it, but he was still ashamed from last weeks events. He blamed it on the rough week he was having, with his little brother Yuji being extra difficult, and his school work on top if it all, Sukuna was just...extra vulnerable, he liked to say.

But, that was last week. He's moved on. Kind of.

This week, Sukuna promised himself he would do better and not let your annoying ass get to him the way you did.

You two planned a private practice outside of normal practice hours after school since coach was adamant about sukuna being prepared for nationals.

The sound of Sukuna's spikes striking against the red floor of the track with every step he took created a steady tempo—a song Sukuna had memorized by heart.

Sukuna was finishing his second lap when you stopped him, signaling towards the bleachers where you were sitting.

"Your upper body is too rigid," you explain, demonstrating with your own shoulders.

"You're fighting against your own momentum. You can't force your speed—you have to find it."

Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna would be kicking and crying and huffing and puffing (he is in fact, huffing and puffing) if he was any less than a man.

"Here, come here," you nod him over. He walks up to you and goes stiff when your hands touch his shoulders, turning him so his back is facing you.

"Relax your shoulders," you say, kneading and working at the muscles in his upper back and neck. Sukuna feels the tension dissipate, dissolving into nothing. His eyes close for a moment, basking in the feeling before realizing what the fuck was happening.

"What are you doing?" He grumbled, annoyance laced in his tone.

You ignore his question, instead suggesting, "Try rolling your shoulders back."

"Now let your arms swing naturally from there. Like this-" you continue, your fingertips ghosting across his shoulders, trailing down the length of his arms with a touch so light it leaves goosebumps in their wake. Your hands find his wrists, and for a moment—just a moment—he forgets how to breath.

Suddenly the track isn't the only thing making his heart race.

But Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna ignores this feeling and practically sprints out of your grasp and back to the track, trying to remember what you told him to do but he can't even focus because of you and your stupidly soft hands.

Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna thinks about this incident for the next two days. The way you spoke to him so softly, and worked at his shoulders so gentle yet firm at the same time. But those two days turn to four. And then a week, and then two weeks. and then a whole month and Sukuna wants to throw himself off a bridge because why the hell is he thinking about his coaches daughter like this. He hated you.

Well, he's suppose to.

Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna needed to focus. Track nationals were here, and he couldn't have any distractions. Yes, that means he can't daydream about your hands. Or you, for that matter.

Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna was warming up with the rest of the team like normal when you had he audacity to plague his mind again.

You walked over next to coach, holding a water bottle carrier on each shoulder. you weren't dressed in anything crazy, just leggings and a school tee shirt but...were you always this pretty?

Was your voice always so soft and angelic? Were you always this nice to everyone? No, that cant be right.

Maybe.

Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna was all over the place after that. He was tripping and falling, he almost ran straight into a hurdle because he forgot to jump, and he tripped over his laces because he was too busy thinking about you while putting on his spikes that he forgot to tie them.

He thought he could shake it off. Get into the right mindset before he goes up for the 400 meter run.

Nope.

He finished in 3rd. It wasn't bad, but both him and coach knew he could do better.

"Sukuna!" Coach calls from the side.

"What's goin' on? hm?" Coach asked. Sukuna could hear the subtle aggressiveness in his voice, like he was going to bite at sukuna any moment.

"J'st got a lot on my mind." Sukuna says, fixing his gaze on you. You were handing waters to the rest of the team, laughing and conversing with those idiots and for some reason sukuna felt like he couldn't breath. And not in a good way.

Was it jealously? The way you were laughing with stupid Gojo and another team member he couldn't care to name. Gojo wasnt even on the track team. He played soccer.

Track Runner!Ryomen Sukuna freezes in his tracks when he hears what coach says to him.

"You like my daughter?"

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A/n: I wanted to continue this chapter and keep the momentum yk? but I gave up saurrrr yeah srry

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