they only want you to be soft because they fear you if you're not.
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she's too talkative (he hangs onto every word)
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❤︎ ˚。⋆ ↪ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 & 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 ! ( a collection of 75+ kisses. feel free to specify the initiating muse. potentially mature content within. UPDATED 02/25 ! )
finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for.
pulling them in for a kiss while showering together.
a kiss shared during a game ( truth or dare, spin the bottle, etc ).
kissing your lover to show you forgive them.
a coy, chaste kiss meant to say thank you.
an intimate kiss full of relief the second you're finally alone.
wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them.
a kiss muffled by laughter in a library, hidden away among the shelves.
lazy kisses on the sofa while the television runs.
kisses while wrapping your legs around your lover.
a quick peck on the cheek as one party rushes off.
a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them.
a kiss to convince them not to leave bed in the morning.
a kiss to distract them from stitching a wound.
a parting kiss before one party goes away for a long time.
biting their lip amidst a kiss, drawing blood.
heated kisses while tugging on their hair.
abruptly kissing a stranger to scare off the people following you.
an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears.
a bruising kiss full of desperation and urgency.
distracting your lover from a task by kissing their neck.
standing on your tiptoes to kiss their forehead.
kissing down the column of your lover's neck, leaving marks.
a kiss while being reunited after a long time.
kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy.
a dutiful kiss with no true feeling behind it.
kissing your lover to take away their pain.
colliding with a wall, then each other's lips.
a kiss placed over their freshly bandaged wound.
a kiss while slow dancing close and intimately.
sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger.
an abrupt , heated kiss during the middle of a fight.
a kiss motivated by a dare from a third party.
an adrenaline-fueled kiss while standing on the ledge of a rooftop.
kissing them to shut them up.
urgent, messy kisses as both parties scramble to undress.
a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning.
sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain.
kissing your lover just above their waistband.
kissing your partner to seal a marriage.
pushing your love down onto the bed to worship their body with kisses.
a possessive kiss to stake a claim.
a kiss to resolve suppressed ( romantic / sexual ) tension.
a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay.
kissing the top of their head as you hold them.
a risky kiss between forbidden lovers.
a kiss while hiding away from flashing cameras.
a kiss that means absolutely nothing.
kissing the swell of your lover's breast.
a kiss that leaves lipstick stains.
a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun ( sets / rises ).
a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand.
sensual kisses down the length of their back.
kissing them to confess your true feelings.
sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out.
a kiss to forgive one another after a fight.
a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps.
an ( accidental / mutually ) drunken kiss.
an unexpected kiss during a fake dating scheme.
kissing your partner after they've given you head.
caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them.
a kiss after receiving good news.
an emotional kiss, relieved to find your lover alive.
crowded, heated kisses in the backseat of a car.
a tentative , exploratory kiss between friends.
a kiss shared between enemies during combat.
a kiss that smears blood everywhere.
kissing them even though you know you shouldn't.
kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them.
a kiss after a devastating event , meant to comfort.
a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party.
kisses while pulling them into your lap.
a heated kiss while holding them by the throat.
kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing.
a kiss to seal a promise that you just made.
kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning.
holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them.
holding their face, kissing the tears from their cheeks.
a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body.
an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation.
sleepy , domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast.
a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work.
a final kiss shared while holding your dying lover.
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still green. as if he doesn't still ACT green , starstruck and self-conscious. buttercup quirks an eyebrow at the comment , but she has a feeling that if she actually says anything , the voices — VOICE — in his head might pull the cannon on her again. she still hasn't completely decided she doesn't want that. at the very least , she wants to control the way it happens. there are battles she fights for the rush , for the pain and the glory and the right-now of it all , and there are battles she fights for the learning. this would be a learning battle.
does the voice shut up when he's fighting ? does it get louder ? does it take control ? or does he ? and just what is that suit made of ?
she wants to reach out and tap it , harder and harder until it finally CRACKS just to find out what the fuck could possibly hide seams like that , shift around and change shape like water. it would make for a hell of a uniform. she's fucking tired of the breathable button-ups with her chalk-written nametag. the laundry alone is miserable.
jump city is a good six hours away from townsville. that's not very far away in the grand scheme of things. how small was this villain that they didn't just ask for puff help ? not that she can blame them. she and her sisters don't often run for outside help when it can be avoided. they work with others when they can , but they've always been INSULAR. team-ups require trust , and trust in their risky jobs is hard to come by.
“ close enough. ” a shrug. texas also doesn't have many heroes. the flyover states and the southwest tend to fall into puff jurisdiction more often than not , just because there's rarely anyone else there to protect it. also because there's barely anyone who fucking LIVES there. she's literally flown over the flyover states before. it's so flat you forget where the hell you are. the southwest is different though ; you always know where you are there — if only because the amount of texan flags increase dramatically. and the tumbleweeds. “ you wanna fight ? ”
having a self aware war engine synced into your nervous system meant he had to concede her point. more than a few times jaime'd had to fight for total control of his body or the armor. their relationship was far stronger now , but even now , the scarab wasn't some powerless tool. somehow the idea of someone watching for weaknesses to take them out in an eventual fight still made his skin crawl. despite seeing the logic in it.
hard to blame a girl who spent pretty much all her life fighting one villain or another , bound to skew one's perspective. and she was known as the greatest fighter for a reason , right? how he'd love to never be in a fight with her. armor or not , bet those fists would hurt.
❛❛ i hate that that statement makes sense. ❜❜
❛❛ Well , maybe it wasn't national television. I was kinda looking for dirt on someone who comes from your city. Seems you've gone Mano a Mano back in the day. ❜❜ she wasn't the only one who did their research , though , buttercup hadn't been his objective. ❛❛ This kind of old guy who also goes by blue beetle taught me that you should know your enemy and what not. strategy , y'know. ❜❜
❛❛ from texas. though i did used to help the teen titans in cali when i was still green. ❜❜ did language like that make him sound like he knew what he was doing? honestly he'd never stopped feeling green.
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“ they shouldn't be so loud then , ” she argues , shrugging.
she's not TRYING to eavesdrop. it's just honestly hard not to ; humans do everything so loud. it's not their fault they can't control soundwaves or the weight that lands with their steps , but its also not her fault she could close her eyes and hear a fly farting ten miles away. everything is constant background noise , things she's learned to filter out over the course of her life. people rarely notice the sound of their own breathing , but they'd notice the absence of it. buttercup does that with the truly little things : heartbeats , the constant buzz of electricity , the gravel of teeth grinding , the flutter of eyelashes. if she thinks about it too hard , it will join the forefront of everything else : voices and stomping feet and cars screeching outside and the clatter of plates as they're put together.
do humans every really notice how little of the world they're ever experiencing ? they don't like it when they're not the top of the food chain. they must ignore it most of the time — or else , it really never occurs to them. something something dunning-kruger effect.
buttercup can count the amount of truly HUMAN people she interacts with on one hand , and most of them have known her since creation. it's weird.
she swirls her glass of water , listening to the ice cubes clink around the glass , the condensation slide down the side. she waits a minute , catching the rest of the conversation the chef is having with his back of house — and the one the manager is having with the front of house.
“ the chef and the hostess are dating , ” buttercup says. “ which is surprising on its own. the hostess is probably in her early thirties and the chef has the gruff voice of a man pushing fifty. and the lazy heart of one. ” the corners of her lips twitch at the irony , because she's absolutely just being an asshole. CLEARLY she understands the appeal. she's sitting here with a man in his forties. lack of chemistry notwithstanding. “ he has a kid her age. ” a kid who is , apparently , their server , if she followed the drama correctly. “ who keeps hitting on the hostess. ”
at least today isn't a total loss. reality television is a guilty pleasure she imbibes with bubbles and blossom ; at first , she didn't give a shit about any of it , but here she is , lapping up low-level drama for the hell of it. it's nice when the stakes aren't life and death. or maybe it's just nice when its none of her business , when the mess isn't hers to clean up.
or maybe it's just nice when it helps her win a bet.
never mind that they never actually bet anything. whatever. it's the PRINCIPLE of the thing.
buttercup drinks her water , staring at andrew over the lip of the glass. daring him to ask her more.
He does notice some twist to her features, not quite a laugh but the vague threat of one. Still, rather stone, she sits before him. He's been watching her to see if she will break, admit this could be going worse - he could be worse. At the very least, he's not some neanderthaal of a man attempting to take things further than she's made obvious she's into.
Quite the opposite, really.
He's been sat back, good distance between them. Even his body is pointed so the legnth of his legs doesn't spraw too far under the table. Foot propped on one thigh, knee out to the side. Not quite closed off, not quite open either. Just open enough to be welcoming, but not too comfortable to say-
HEY ! I'm having a GREAT time ! We should totally do this again!
Because doing so would be performative. And he's anything but a performer.
It's actually quite a shock when she does respond, and only then does he find his body leaning forward. "The show ? " Small quirk to the corner of his mouth, head canting as his bottom lip pouts out. He tries, boy does he try, to make out anything- to no avail, obviously. He's but a human, a regular one at that, after all. She has his interest, eyes shifting over to some obscure location. Nothing in sight, probably many yards away hidden in some back corner for privacy as someone's scolded.
"You know it's not nice to eavesdrop on private conversations," the scold to her was nothing more than an attempt to keep their banter alive and well. It's too soon to tell if they're past that, too soon to commit to anything past surface level courtesy.
Voice lowers, and while he closed the distance moments ago, he still tries his best to maintain a polite amount of space between the two. Arms cross beneath his chest, propped on the table as he lets nosiness get the best of him for the moment. If they can bond over this, to hell with morals. He's intrigued.
" What else is goin' on?"
#[credit to bistro huddy for the borrowed restaurant drama]#👊 ;; ᶜʰᵉᵐᶤᶜᵃˡ ˣ ( universe default )#linewrk
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A couple Formal Bellum doodles….. she’s fun to draw i should draw her more often
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d/sco and w/re drop anyway i love you
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you're absolutely incredible.
in this space between sleep and wake , the world takes on a fuzzy quality that blurs everything at the edges. the world is soft and gentle in a way that can't possibly be real , exhaustion resting heavy in her bones. she almost rouses fully when she feels herself being moved , but the warm scent of john's soap keeps her in this half world , a place that is and isn't.
buttercup mumbles something unintelligible , nuzzling her head into his chest like a cat. the world moves around her but by the time she tries to pay attention to anything , it isn't again , then there's something soft underneath her. she whines , unintentionally , seeking the strong arms that had been carrying her , the shift in air that means WARMTH. the smell of clove and pencil shavings space debris is too far away. whatever she's on — the bed , if she was awake enough to realize it — dips down beneath someone else's weight and the warmth and clove is back. she curls into it , relaxes into it , melts into it. even asleep , his brief absence wound up inside her and made her tense and now that he's within reach again it's gone.
her hair is pushed out of her face and she only knows because the strands of it aren't in her mouth anymore. she can feel his lips on her forehead , a gentle twitch. the whisper of his voice against her skin makes her sigh , soft and content. he says something — “ you're absolutely incredible ” — and she smiles. the half world melts away to sleep again.
next time she wakes up , in his bed with his arms around her , she thinks it was a dream.
superpowers.
#[i made it romantic because i CAN]#👊 ;; ᵠᵘᵉˢᵗᶤᵒᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳ ( ask )#emeraldbuilt#👊 ;; ᵇᶦᵗᵗᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ⁿᵒʷ ( universe xi )
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“ hold on , HOLD ON ! i've had dibs on that for years. ”
"Hey, Gwen, isn't your brother single? If he is, help set us help, then you truly be Terra's auntie."
@manaborn
#manaborn#particlecreator#👊 ;; ᶜʰᵉᵐᶤᶜᵃˡ ˣ ( universe default )#[i'm just here for the bit ill see myself out]
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in a perfect world, buttercup would have a pitbull named francis.
#👊 ;; ᵃᶰᵗᶤᵈᵒᵗᵉ ˣ ( ooc )#[her deepest darkest secret is that she DOES want a dog just as badly as bubbles]#👊 ;; ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ( headcanon )
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"I could fix him" well I could be the one person he's nice to and soft with, while he remains just as unbelievably awful as ever to everyone else <3
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a noncommittal shrug lifts her shoulders.
the truth of it is that everyone's competition in some way or another. people might not set out to be , but they aren't always in control of themselves. she knows what the professor looks like when he means to kill her. she knows the rage in his eyes and meager way he throws a punch. when he scrambles for chemical x and whispers the secrets of his children into those that would destroy them. if he were always in control of himself , those things wouldn't star in her nightmares. she also knows what he looks like when he's just choosing someone else. when he looks at her and sees an instigator , someone too much like the person he outgrew when she and her sisters were created.
wouldn't be the first time something used the people around her for their own benefit.
“ people don't always WANT to kill you when they try to. ”
she's really overdoing it with this advice-to-newbies thing. if she keeps going , any zeal this guy has for heroing will die a painful death. new heroes are always wide-eyed and eager , convinced that they'll be the ones to change the whole world. the thing about this gig is that it will always , always take more than it will ever give. it kills you one way or another. there's a reason people say you either die a hero or live long enough to become the villain. that's why batman has like eleventy-bajillion contingency plans. even he knows every person he trusts might wake up one day with a bone to pick.
“ oh yeah ? ” puff fights rarely get televised on the east coast. that side of the country has their own heroes to fawn over. the west coast is achingly bereft of heroes , meaning she and her sisters often have to pick up a LOT of the slack. “ where are you from ? ” not that she believes in a god , but please be the west coast.
encouragement. exactly what the scarab needed was someone encouraging its invasive behaviours so that when they argued , it could say "even the buttercup realizes and appreciates how factual i am" or some such frustrating statement. at least she was finding some sort of humor in all of this instead of being creeped out by the fact he was arguing with himself. or worse, creeped out at the idea that he might have been peeking at her cleavage.
granted he hadn't admitted to that nor had any plans to.
his hand rubbed at the back of his helmet, mimicking how he would ruffle his own hair in such a nervous situation. ❛❛ trust me khaji was not right, ❜❜ he defended himself, weakly.
﹝ 𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤? 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑢𝑝 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒. ﹞
❛❛ didn't know the heroic gig was competitive , always stuck me as more of a collaborative activity if anything. for instance i've never seen you duking it out with any heroes that i know of , though we have seen some of your fights with criminals on national television. ❜❜
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When a man tries to oppress you and silence you stomp on him til he's nothing
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no u can't fix me but can we still fuck lol
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she is the resident superhero nerd in the utonium house. when she was younger , she used to playback the fights to study them , the way athletes study each other. even when she had them memorized , she'd wince and cry out over a missed opportunity or an attack that hit too hard. superman's battles intrigued her the most ; he had the most similar abilities to her and her sisters. anything he could do , she could do. it was the closest thing to a mentor she had. the professor tried his best — the professor always tries his best — but he was only human. he couldn't explain to them how chemical x might impact their lives or change their powers over time ; all buttercup had as an example was superman. but he wasn't the only one she watched. she figured out batman was a rich bastard before she met the guy , based on how many toys he had and how easily princess could mimic his work.
she still keeps up. not out of worship , but curiosity. she wants to see how she measures up , wants to know what kind of backgrounds and disappointments lead to a person becoming a hero. giving up their lives for the “ greater good ” or whatever the fuck they convince themselves they're doing. unfortunately , it seems like the answer is chance more often than not. none of them really have much in common otherwise.
“ khaji da's right. ” buttercup snorts a laugh.
the mask on that suit covers most of his expressions and makes it hard to follow his gaze , but what are the chances the disembodied voice in his head is wrong about what's going on in his head ( s ) anyway ? maybe agreeing with it will get it to chill the fuck out on her. khaji da clearly does NOT like her. not new , most things don't like her , and that's never stopped her from doing whatever the hell she wants anyway. the curiosity is killing her. yet another reason she hyperfixated on other heroes — she loves knowing what makes them TICK. what they can do and how they're different. she hasn't found a lot of things most heroes can do that she can't replicate somehow. even magic can be mimicked with good enough science. teleportation's about the only thing she and her sisters CAN'T do , but extreme speed has the same effect. makes people shit themselves the same way.
“ i like knowing what the competition can do , ” she says , referring back to the startstruck thing. “ makes it easier to kick your ass. ”
this part was what he'd gotten used to more than meeting other superheroes , the way ��that he was studied. while she flew a circle around him , his armor produced a pair of beetle wings that allowed him to hover. as if staying rooted to the ground would somehow diminish her final opinion of him following her observations of him.
khaji da did not allow themselves to idly be pondered over without doing the same with this powerpuff girl. doing scans of the woman's dna to discover any vulnerabilities that might prove useful in a TACTICAL situation. unable to find any matches in the database of known extraterrestrials in the known universe the scarab was forced to relent to the fact that she , along with her sisters , were indeed produced by scientific means.
❛❛ yeah? means that even you've experienced it , then? ❜❜ hard to believe that someone of her notoriety would be starstruck by anyone else on this big blue rock of theirs , but everyone had their childhood heroes. had to be someone at the level of superman , right? who else shined as brightly as big blue? easy to see why even buttercup might have some hero worship when it came to the premier kryptonian on earth.
﹝𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒. 𝐼 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑢𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 , 𝐽𝑎𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠.﹞
❛❛ I was NOT looking at her ch— ❜❜ Beetle was smart enough to immediately silence his response for fear of further embarrassment. Clearing his throat , he chose to answer her question if only to overshadow what she'd heard. ❛❛ KHAJI DA , the name of the voice is Khaji Da. ❜❜
#bluebeadle#[bc doesn't have to know eXACTLY what's being said]#[she's gonna side with khaji for the bit every time]#👊 ;; ᶜʰᵉᵐᶤᶜᵃˡ ˣ ( universe default )
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character moodboards - buttercup (powerpuff girls)
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buttercup makes a sound of acknowledgement , tucking away that piece of information for when it would be less threatening to ask about. ( just the ONE voice ? is this a parasite situation or a joker situation ? does it have a name ? ) she has a feeling further questioning would make that voice in his head whip out the canon again. which might not be such a TERRIBLE idea , all things considered. what better way to find out what he and his voice friend can do ? still. picking fights with heroes rarely ends well for her — not because she doesn't win but because she gets an earful from blossom about professional courtesy or some other bullshit.
idly , buttercup flies around the new hero , taking note of the suit that encases him. tight , but that's not new. better than the undies male heroes were once so fond of. not that either style leaves much to the imagination. ( nice ass. ) it's a good suit though. sturdy. she can't see any seams , though clearly the thing comes apart SOMEHOW , hides something. that canon is nowhere to be found after all. is he human ? he smells human — like the iron in their blood and the carbon in their flesh — but also . . . not. that might be another rude question to store away for later.
“ you get used to it , ” buttercup promises , like its some sage advice for incoming heroes. she used to be like that too , when she was younger. or , embarrassingly , still is. she has different heroes' stats memorized like she's going to take a quiz on it eventually. meeting superman for the first time was like meeting god — finally , here was someone who could understand , the closest thing to an adult powerpuff she would literally ever get — but they're all just people. overworked , underappreciated , the weight of the world on their shoulders because no one else is strong enough or brave enough or dispensable enough.
and , because she can't help it , she taps her temple. “ does the voice have a name ? ”
❛❛ . . . voice , singular. ❜❜ correcting people on something like that hardly made him seem less unhinged , he could only imagine that those souls out there with legitimate mental health disabilities were just as precise about such things. still he couldn't let her go thinking that he was battling with a group of demons or something. having the single devil on his shoulder or , more accurately , the blue scarab in his spine was more than enough.
speaking of khaji da , while it had grown quiet after their disagreement , he could still feel the discomfort it held towards her. not only was she known to be a dangerous brawler with a possible emotional imbalance causing great anger but her species was UNKNOWN. kryptonians had distinct WEAKNESSES that could use to overcome them in a battle. knowing nothing of her biological vulnerabilities would keep it in a state of defensiveness.
❛❛ perhaps we have a differing of opinion now and then but , honestly , speaking for myself i am a tad starstruck right now. ❜❜ should happen less now that he's met so many heroes. superman , three flavors of green lantern , batman , supergirl , the list went on but each time he couldn't help but be hit with a mild case of celebrity worship. ❛❛ that's me , good 'ol escarabajo azul. ❜❜
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