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crownview country club ✦ one shot collection

welcome to crownview country club, one of the most premier country clubs in existence. whether you're savoring a round on our championship golf course, enjoying the serenity of our world-class spa, or indulging in gourmet dining crafted by our award-winning chefs, crownview provides a retreat like no other. as you navigate the greens, let the warmth of our renowned beverage cart girls, affectionately known as the club's crown jewels, enhance your experience. these girls are dedicated to providing exceptional customer service, and are here for your every need, on and off the course. alternatively: you — young, sweet, naive you — think you just won the jackpot by securing a job this summer break as a beverage cart girl at a country club you can't even dream of ever joining. how unfortunate that you just didn't know what types of customers you'd have to service and how far the club's "above and beyond" approach really extends...

ᝰ.ᐟ a nsfw longfic one shot collection featuring a sweet, vulnerable reader + a different archetype of customer who will always hold the power in this dynamic

✦ meet the regulars ✦

the new owner aka satoru gojo warnings power imbalance, dark content, degradation, extortion, misogyny

you're good at your job. you're hardworking and never let your smile slip off your face, even when the customers get too handsy or too condescending with you. you don't mess up orders, and you always maintain the position that the customer is always right. but with this new regular — who's arrogant and mean and downright nasty — you're not sure how long you can keep up with your fake smiles around him. little do you know, he's making a game of how far he can go before you break. oh, and that little stunt you pulled? where you tried to report his "awful behavior" to your manager? that was cute. really cute. but as the new owner of this country club, there's no one that can do anything about whatever he does. he owns this place, and by extension, that means he owns you.

the classmate aka kiyoomi sakusa warnings dark-ish content, manipulation, possessive behavior

attending your dream private college on scholarship comes with a lot more challenges than you anticipated. for starters, you don't fit in with any of your classmates and struggle to find friends. your scholarship covers tuition, and that's about it. while your peers are off on vacation, you'll be spending the summer break trying to save up enough money to cover rent and basic living expenses. it's shaping up to be a boring summer, until you keep running into one of your classmates: he plays on the golf team for your school, and apparently, he just can't get enough of the sport... or you.

the corporate powerhouse aka tetsurou kuroo warnings dark content, praise kink, degradation, dubcon, slight fear play, misogyny

one of the worst groups of men to encounter on the golf course? definitely the men who work in corporate. the ones who conduct client meetings on the course and definitely contribute nothing beneficial to society. to them, employees of the establishments they frequent are no more than "the help", but when you're a pretty young thing, whipping out the pitiful broke college student story, you end up sparking the interest of a ceo with a major savior complex.

the soldier aka caleb warnings age gap, size kink, possessive behavior, dark-ish content

forced to take a break from his special forces team, this soldier is restless and struggling to acclimate back to regular society. his old friends keep dragging him to their weekly golf meetups, but he can't see the appeal. that is, until he meets you. sweet and soft, the exact opposite of everything he's had to encounter these past few years, you are exactly what he wants — no, needs — in order to properly enjoy civilian life.

the not-so secret admirer aka yuuta okkotsu warnings yandere, babytrapping, obsessive&possessive behavior, dark content

you're used to rich guys who are major jerks, and as one of the wealthiest members of this club, you're certain that he must be no different. but then he surprises you; he is different. where others are cocky, condescending, quick to remind you of your place (beneath them), he's kind and a little bit awkward. shy, and always apologizing, worrying that he's bothering you. he's sweet. you like him, but maybe not as much as he obviously likes you. first comes the insane tips, then the extravagant gifts (that you're not allowed to refuse), and any resistance on your end has him revealing a colder side to him, an almost scary side, that frightens you into agreeing with whatever he tells you to do. he's so rich because he never gives up, and never takes no for an answer — and you'll learn this lesson, too.

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men are at their hottest when they’re stressed out over you btw

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if there’s one thing william excels at—aside from intricately orchestrating the demise of corrupt aristocrats in shakespearean fashion—it’s keeping his word. he rarely forgives, and he never forgets, whether it be a fault or a vow. he’s not one to make a promise out of the blue. because the moment he says the words, “i promise you,” he takes on the role akin to God—he will serve.

but when you asked him to promise that he’d take better care of himself, he found it difficult to abide it at first. looking into your eyes, william realises there is nothing that he would not do for you, even if it means going against the logic in his own mind. but he has no doubts to give you everything, he won’t hesitate to sacrifice himself—Hell, he will work with the devil and burn the world for you if it means he could give you Heaven. he promises to make you happy. a promise made is a promise kept and the last thing he will ever do is disappoint you. the man already damned himself before he laid his eyes on you, and now that he’s with you, no amount of redemption arcs will ever restore his dignity if you are ever displeased with him.

william is hyper-observant—even more so when it comes to you. you need not tell him words, he only needs to gaze at you, his pupils going back and forth to examine the curve of your eyebrows—whether they’re creased or relaxed. every small detail, from the quiet rhythm of your habits, the nuances of your moods, he took it upon himself to remember them and brainstorm every possibility that will closely determine what you’re feeling on a specific day. if he could remember shakespeare lines, surely, he can keep a record of your diverse demeanour. after all, he sees people like they are poetry, and you happen to be his favourite of all.

he doesn’t stop there. because he notices, therefore, he acts. he feels glad that he can utilise that sharp mind of his not just for strategy and vengeance, but to make your life a little brighter in ways you might not even notice at first. whether you notice it or not, it doesn’t matter, for william only cares to see your smile knowing that he is the cause behind it. his little gestures may seem insignificant at first, but it accumulates, and you will feel it’s impact later on, that how with william, somehow your life feels easier.

furthermore, you need not question his loyalty. still, there is a touch of possessiveness within his loyalty towards you. william can’t help but bristle when you find yourself in the company of too many men (too many to his liking, of course). at the same time, he doesn’t want to appear overbearing. it’s not that he doesn’t trust you—he does—but he knows all too well how wretched men can be. yet, william would never forbid you to go out with them. he respects your independence too much to cage you, even if his protective insticts beg him to.

so, when there are those times where you need to leave him for a little while, he will approach your figure standing by the door, brush his lips to your temple and murmur, “be careful,” before you go. or, if he wants you to stay with him a little longer, but he knows you can not, his voice softens in a way that’s enough to split your heart, making you feel terrible to leave his side. and you’d be compelled to stare into his ruby eyes, gleaming with mercy and anticipation, “i’ll await for your return, my love. come home soon. come home to me.”

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their kinks pt. 2 ! ✩ genshin boys hcs x gn!reader ↳ ft. haitham, childe, wriothesley, ayato

HAITHAM is obsessed with your size difference. he towers over you, not only when you stand next to him, but even now, as you lay under him, you seem so small compared to him. no amount of prep or foreplay can ever get you used to how fucking big he is. the way he can pin both your arms above your head with just one hand, how he can effortlessly take control at any second. it's alluring; the mere thought of you under him makes his head spin <3

CHILDE's having a great time fucking you through your clothes. you're on his lap, perched right on top of that bulge that he's so proud of you for causing. he rocks his hips and digs his fingers into your sides, straining against your soaked panties. he loves watching you get more and more desperate, trying to find a better angle where you could actually feel him, but he's never been one to rush things <3

WRIOTHESLEY is a gentleman in his daily life, but when it comes to sex, he's vicious. he loves biting, digging his teeth into the elegant crook of your neck while he's deep inside you. he'll make sure to never hurt you, obviously he'll be gentle enough; but he gets a huge thrill out of having your sweet skin between his teeth, pulling your lip along with him while he kisses you <3

AYATO is easily the most refined man in all of inazuma. but no one knows that he's got you bent over in front of his mirror, making you watch yourself while you're moaning his name in the most undignified way. the way he works your body, he knows just how you like it. and it seemed like a waste to him if you couldn't see yourself while he fucks you, so deep, so hard, so sweet <3

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Dilucs “that’s my girl” vs Alhaithams “good girl” vs Wriothesleys “atta girl” (⁄ ⁄>⁄ω⁄<⁄ ⁄)

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strangely enough, despite albert’s tarnished reputation among the nobility, his popularity with the ladies of any social standing never seems to wane. however, you won’t deny (it’s not the same as admitting it, though) that he is blessed with a regal face structure enough to rival a prince; his calm, sophisticated aura, accompanied by his gentle tone of voice and amiable smile, makes him an even more formidable bachelor.

oh, poor the men of london! but if you were as naive as most of the ladies of london, who are all too quick to give their affections away in hopes of gaining a little attention, you might not have found yourself in his clutches. because, perhaps, men are creatures who flourish when there is a thrill of a challenge. and albert saw you as one. you were the mysterious island in the distance. his mind has charted its course, and he won’t anchor until he succeeds in reaching his destination: you.

you would have thought that a man of his caliber and notoriety would have had no trouble charming a potential suitor. it was only after you were with him that you realised he had gone through all the trouble to impress you, even at the expense of his dignity. at first, you thought he would lavish you with ephemeral joys and sweet nothings, which is a trade he excelled in to impress the opposite sex. again, it was only later you knew that wasn’t something he prides himself on. it had merely been a mask to hide his true self. albert knows that people liked to be pleased, and that they are more likely to behave cordially when one told them the things they wanted to hear. but not with you. oh no, he could never do such a shallow thing toward you. with you, it was the other way around: he became the one at lost for words.

uncovering his duality had been a bewildering surprise to you. in front of the world, he had adorned an actor’s mantle, and yet before you, he is as lost as an innocent child. you find it sweet, albeit slightly hilarious (much to his embarrassment) that he appears to be reserved with his display of affections for you. and you have no qualms about it. you know now, that his love comes in soft whispers and moments of unwavering gazes, and they have slowly slipped into the lonely spaces of your life, just like whenever his hand reaches for yours when walking down a dark alley. you feel the timidity of it, and in addition to his desperation for your love betraying his cold emerald eyes, there was no room in your heart to torment him further.

but certain situations do call for grand public displays of affection. if he notices a man getting too close to you, his hand quickly finds its place around your waist, pulling you firmly, closer to the warmth of his body. he may give a kind a smile or two to the man, but only you can feel the pressure of his fingers seeping through your clothes. if a woman throws herself at him? you need not worry. he doesn’t waste another glance, choosing instead to kiss you in a way that leaves no room for doubt. sometimes, his actions, ones fueled by jealousy, catches you off-guard. but you can’t help but fight back a smile that threatens to reveal your thoughts about how adorable his silent fury is.

albert’s love language is unconventional. another discovery you unravelled despite what the aristocratic ladies gossip about when they bat their eyelashes at him. “the finest bachelor in london” and “london’s prince” are just some of the labels you have heard about him when you attend social events. and you still hear it even after albert dropped his aristocratic title. by now, you know that his charms that they all fall for is a farce, one he wears because he has learned it’s easier to indulge their attention than fight it. because, if anything, albert’s behaviour is a far cry from a prince. if only they know how many times albert almost burned the kitchen; how he would bring you the charred remains of his cooking with a sheepish grin because to him, it wasn’t the result that mattered, it was the effort. it didn’t matter that he almost hurt himself when he tried deboning a fish because he doesn’t want you to choke on them; or how he would give the oddest compliments such as putting his hand over your head when you’re trying out new heels. “hmm, you are at the perfect height to kiss me, shall we give it a go?”

he speaks eloquently, yet chooses not to drown you in “i love you”s. no. albert believes in a love that speaks through actions rather than words. you will not hear him say it often, but when he does, it wears down every burden on your shoulders. you feel the immense generosity of it. he always celebrates your victories, no matter how big or small. when you rise, he rises with you. and you can find him amongst the crowd, looking at you with a quiet pride in his eyes, silently announcing to the world, “that’s her. that’s my woman. my halo. my saving grace.”

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⭑ 𝑹𝑰𝑵 𝑰𝑻𝑶𝑺𝑯𝑰 x 𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑨 : 𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑨 .ᐟ

THE DESTROYER.

itoshi rin. the name carried weight—a heavy syllabic rhythm honoured in the tongues of his loyal fans, yet similarly, it intimidates like a barrel of a gun pointing at the back of his rivals minds. paris x gen’s relentless and deadliest forward. a man who’s daunting aura in the soccer field was unmistakable, yet he rarely stepped into the public limelight. “cold, detached, and utterly untouchable,” as one sport magazine describes him and his attractive face does little to fend off the fangirls swooning over him, quick to forgive his unlikable traits. so when they finally found out that rin has been seen together with someone as famous as renna, all eyes avert to her.

THE RADIANT.

renna. she was, in every sense, the darling of the people. a precious national treasure. they didn’t just love her; they worshipped her. any discourse towards her quickly collapsed beneath the weight of praise. known for her quick wit and infectious laughter, she was a storm of charm—kind, funny, and radiant in a way that made you believe God has chosen her as His favourite. she has and grabs it all—a pop star, a style icon, a performer whose very presence felt like an invitation to bask in her divine glow. a girl that desirable, anyone could imagine seeing her get together with another fellow singer or an a-list actor. but when photos of her going out together with rin itoshi began to circulate on every social media platform, all eyes widen and laced with disbelief.

tropes: possessive! bf x oblivious! gf, she fell first but he fell harder, grumpy! bf x sunshine! gf, opposites attract, slow burn

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⭑.ᐟ 𝑹𝑰𝑵 𝑰𝑻𝑶𝑺𝑯𝑰 x 𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑨 — 𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑨

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a man so big that if he doesn’t hold you in place while he fucks you you won’t be able to stay in place at all because of how much power he puts into each thrust 🤕

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TELL ME, DO YOU FEEL THE LOVE?

DEAREST READER. i was supposed to publish moriarty brothers’ first but remembered that the 5th and 6th of january was mycroft and sherlock’s birthday! to celebrate their birthdays, and also the return of moriarty the patriot manga, i decided to write a little something ! if you like my work, consider treating me a coffee. it means a lot !

CONTENT SUMMARY. basically how the holmes brothers shows their love for you. this is based on a - z sfw alphabet challenge and this is the a for affection part ! so, THERE IS NO SMUT. i wrote this with female! reader in mind + sherlock is implied to be taller + mention of ‘queen’ in mycroft’s part.

CHARACTERS. mycroft holmes, sherlock holmes.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 SHERLOCK HOLMES

music to listen to as you read: i wanna be yours

Sherlock being affectionate is, perhaps, one of life’s rarest phenomena–something you never expected to witness and experience firsthand. The man, by all accounts, is crude, aloof, and generally unlikeable to most. But not to you. Somehow, in a way he does not quite understand, you have managed to see beyond the sharp edges and impossible arrogance. You will say, in a teasing tone, “It’s a part of your charm,” and Sherlock, in his endlessly logical mind, is half-convinced that there must be a small dent somewhere in your delicate skull for finding him admirable. And although he would not like to admit it, it was a good enough reason for him to return your kind disposition.

He has never cared about public opinion, but when it comes to you, it is a different story entirely. Your thoughts of him matter more than they should, more than he ever anticipated. Only in these moments that he becomes the accused, and you are his honourable judge. Words that fall from your lips–whether they are gentle praises or sharp criticisms–hit him harder than anyone’s insult about him ever could, carving every syllable into his mind like a new scripture he should abide by. What you think of him is vital, necessary, as crucial as air to his lungs. So, he listens, often with his head down in contemplation. For the first time in his life, he lets someone mold him into a shape that befits a certain vision—your vision. Because he knows that with your guiding hand, he can transition from a good man to a better man.

But Sherlock is far from a traditional Victorian gentleman. There is no flair for romantic chivalry, no polished manners or well-practiced charm to sweep you off your feet. And he knows this–he knows he lacks the grace and poise most would expect from a man in love. But what he lacks in gentlemanly qualities, he compensates for tenfold with the precision of his sharp intellect, which he dedicates entirely toward easing your life’s burdens.

When crisis unfolds, Sherlock steps onto the scene with his usual calm authority, a quiet grace that steadies the chaos around him–which in this case, the chaos is usually you. To the outside world, he is seen as the blade of reason, but beneath that steely exterior, he watches out for you, always. Anything that troubles you naturally becomes his burden to bear. Your worries are his worries, and his detective instincts won’t let him rest until he has unraveled the knot of your hardship. His mind sharpens into focus, meticulously piercing together solutions, knowing that once he is able to solve it, your relief–that gleam in your eyes as you pull him down to kiss him–will be his greatest prize. He often says he works best alone, but this time, he strives to be a partner you can lean on. For Sherlock, love is not solely about roses or sweeping gestures; it is about showing up in the way he knows best. It is in the way he says, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it. You know I always do,” that makes you feel safe in a world that often feels anything but.

While he might be a man not possessing great ambitions, he does, however, aims to be the best partner you will ever have. Good is no longer good enough. He longs for your recognition, your acknowledgment of his efforts, no matter how significant or simple they might be. And when you give it to him–when your eyes light up at something he has done or your words affirm his care–he practically glows, like a happy child, even if he hides it beneath that trademark smirk you know so well.

Sherlock holds your individuality with reverence, and loves the way you shine differently among the other ladies. He loves the way you tell him random facts about life, the way you bombard him with a lot of questions that he is only too happy to answer, or the way you try to prove him wrong even if you always fail. It comforts him to know that he sees himself in you, that you are just as stubborn as he is. When you achieve success, it sparks something within him that he cannot suppress: pride. Though he won’t erupt in grand applause, you can still catch the tender radiance in his eyes when he holds your gaze, a small smile forming on one edge of his lips. His praise comes in soft, sincere words. “I knew you could do it, honey. I never doubted you for a second.”

Sherlock may not always get it right. He stumbles, he overthinks, and sometimes his temper gets the better of him. But in those moments when he catches you smiling—really, truly smiling—he swears it’s all worth it.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 MYCROFT HOLMES

music to listen to as you read: young and beautiful

People who do not have the pleasure of knowing him will never know how this cold, stoic man is actually a hidden walking-green-flag on earth. When you first met him, you thought he exuded a daunting and untouchable aura, a common characteristic you find in men who wanted to steer themselves clear of any romantic alliances. Of course, that didn’t stop him from looking desirable in the eyes of many women–including yours. In the end, by some strange luck or fate, you piqued his curiosity, held his attention, and the next thing you know, he has got himself wrapped around your little finger of his own will. Everything that he does never fails to surprise you, in a way that makes you think, ‘I didn’t think he would be this kind.’

Because, as it turns out, here is a man who has been anointed with the title of a provider. Mycroft does not just give, because he knows that is what any respectable good man is supposed to do. He provides with purpose, with intention, with an almost acute type of meticulousness that mirrors every other part of his life. Yes, his wallet is loaded, but he is not the kind to randomly shower you with expensive gifts or empty sweet words. His generosity is calculated, deliberate–every act of giving is carefully chosen to mean something. When Mycroft decides to give you something, he wants his gifts to be of use to you. He likes gifting you your favourite brand of personal care products or that specific perfume with a scent he likes so much that he thinks you should spray them on your skin again.

A romantic dinner? He won’t spoil it with unnecessary fanfare or lengthy explanations. Instead, he will step into your space, gently disrupting whatever it is you are doing, place an elegant outfit in your hands, and simply say, “Wear this. I’m taking you to dinner tonight.” No further explanation needed, because the evening will speak for itself. You only have the highest regard for his immaculate tastes, for it never once disappoints you. You can trust that he has chosen only the finest restaurant, a place where every detail–the ambience, the wine, the food–meets his impossibly high standards. For Mycroft, perfection is not luxury; it is a necessity when it comes to you. This is his kingdom, and you are his queen.

He is not one to smother you in repeated declarations of love. In fact, the word “I love you” rarely ever leaves his mouth. But when it does leave his lips, it strikes a chord deeper in you than the most lavish gift or flowery phrase. Mycroft doesn’t simply say I love you. Little do you know, even these three words tugs at every string of his core, threatening to undo him. There was something about the word ‘love’ that strips him bare, and with the combination of your soft gaze on him when the word teethers in the edge of his lips, Mycroft realises he is not as formidable as he thought. He is not above love after all–while the word itself gives him the power to live his days, it was, at the same time, his bane, knowing that the word itself resonates with your name. So, he often rephrases them with other words: “I will take you home,” “What would you like to eat? I’ll pay.” “Is everything alright?”–are the words that decorate your days. And you understand that those words, spoken in his low, steady tone, are his heart laid at your feet.

Publicly, Mycroft is all composure, all restraint. Mycroft is known for his headstrong manner and his solemn words, but watch him listen and obey the second words leave your mouth, for he knows that you care for him, and only have the best of intentions for him. He may not indulge in the frivolity of public displays of affection. But behind closed doors? He is a different man entirely. In private, your existence becomes his gravity, pulling him away from his mountain of work, reminding him to rest. He may need you to distract him, but other times, he will find you himself. You are the soft chaos in his carefully structured world–the calm after the storm–and it’s exactly what he needs. His hands envelop your frame without hesitation, tracing the edges of your presence like he is memorising you all over again.

Mycroft is far from being a master in the kitchen or a patron of words, but he will always save the best slice of food for you. Watching you savour something delicious—shaking your head in delight and doing a small dance—becomes one of his simplest, purest joys. It’s in these moments that his carefully guarded walls lower, letting himself bask in the quiet and intoxicating joy of loving you.

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i accidentally implied that albert and sherlock silently agreed that you're not allowed to move if william is sleeping on you like he's their cat or something

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BLUE LOCK KIN TEST

Hey guys! so I stumbled upon this 19-item quiz by llolik where they assign you a kin from the Blue Lock characters (including those in the manga so spoiler warning for anime-onlys) based on your answers. The results were pretty much fascinating and accurate in my opinion so I thought I'd share it with you all!

Tags are open for anyone who would like to give it a try. It would be nice if you could share your results in the comments or reblogs but without pressure of course! You may also tag other people if you want. Have fun 🤍

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forgive me father for i have sexualized an older man

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NEW OFFICIAL ISAGI ART FROM THE BLLK COLLAB AND HE LOOKS FINE. FINER THAN ANYBODY ELSE

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‪‪❤︎‬ daughter of the ceo of a prominent company! reader who had once been one of the key investors in the blue lock project. skip a couple of years later, reader’s parent’s faith in its success is validated since many blue lock graduates now dominated the world of soccer, securing spots on top teams like paris x gen, bastard münchen, fc barcha, manshine city, ubers, and the like. and it just so happens that reader’s parent’s company is one of the most prestigious sponsors, promoting multiple teams as their marketing strategy. with their meteoric rise captivating the global stage, your parent’s interest is piqued once more. and so, they devise a plan—an almost, no, undoubtedly the most diabolical scheme yet. they will decide which team to sponsor more based on whom you, their rich and beautiful—but for some mysteriously reason single to the bone—daughter, would choose as your future husband.

however … you are in the dark about their plans.

perhaps your perpetual singleness stemmed from your domineering parents (don’t old money people are?), or perhaps it was that very old money madness that led them to orchestrate their most audacious move yet. so, when they ordered you to embark on a secluded vacation with some of the world’s top soccer players—strictly and personally handpicked by them, of course—you found yourself in an overwhelming dilemma.

enter the boys—each one having heard of your parents’ proposal: if any one of them could win your heart and marry their daughter before the New Year, they would be granted a lifetime sponsorship. tempted by the irresistible promise of wealth and support, the boys are ready to do anything and everything to claim you as their prize.

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any fire force fans out here on tumblr?