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👻୧‿︵‿︵ Send ‘BETWEEN’ for your muse to slip their hand between my muse’s legs. Feel free to reverse the roles and specify muses if a multi.

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[guy who genuinely fucking loathes himself voice] well on account of my charming and endearing nature. Of course

[saturnmused]

𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 ; 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍!𝐊𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐔 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

YOUR LIFETRAP IS : MISTRUST - ABUSE.

you are characterized by powerful feelings of defectiveness. they make you ashamed of who you are and you feel unworthy, as if not entitled to have any rights or to stand up for yourself. you may have volatile moods where you suddenly become very upset – crying, anxious, or enraged. you are likely to space out and disassociate, and have a hard time connecting with your emotions and your true needs and wants.

because you feel unworthy, you may send out signals that encourage partners to treat you badly. without knowing it, you send out messages that you are not worth treating well. you do this because you feel you must tolerate abuse in order to be worthy of having a connection with others. while you may have a hard time recognizing these feelings in yourself, your true experience of relationships is likely to be one of danger and pain. you find it hard to trust people and may struggle with anxiety and depression. you are likely to have a deep sense of despair about your life, accompanied by low self - esteem and feelings of defectiveness. for these reasons, you feel you have to let the people in your life use you and take advantage of you. it feels as if abuse is all you deserve.

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@twxnstars requested: THE CORINTHIAN & DREAM.

❝ IS THAT MEANT TO scare me, my lord ? ❞ the nightmare might come across as FACETIOUS, but it's simply curious as to what exactly is going on here. the dream lord can be incredibly intimidating when he wants to be, but the corinthian has rarely if ever felt that IRE directed towards it. it feels like acid in the back of its throat, curling like lead in stomach at the idea of displeasing creator. it feels wrong the way it knows that morpheus has programmed into him, & that knowledge itself produces a sense of HELPLESSNESS. its body, mind & thoughts are seldom its own ; creator holds such control over it that it would be unwise ― no, plain stupid for the nightmare not to acknowledge that fact. for only in recognizing it can it begin to CHANGE, & it does want to change ; it wants more than this life can offer, always at the dream lord's feet like his loyal dog. it's a demeaning existence, one built on subservience, & though he craves it, he also LOATHES that he does. chin lifts higher & gaze is unmistakably on creator, as if in silent challenge. ❝ i'm not trying to be disobedient, my lord. pray, help me to understand what i've been doing wrong. i want to be good. ❞ that's not a lie, even with the way he says it through CLENCHED teeth ; he does want to be good for dream, though it has also realized this is a near - impossible task.

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@plutomused asked: ❛ so good for me. look how much you came~. ❜ she teases the tip of him only briefly, trailing touch along his belly with the fondest smile.

THE NOISE THAT ESCAPES emerges from back of throat & sounds altogether EMBARRASSING ; six isn't trying to be shameless, here, but she's worked him to a point of almost not caring about how she might see him. he knows that gren likes it ― that's besides the point. it's the open VULNERABILITY of allowing them this close, of letting them drive him over the edge as long & as many times as they'd like. the amount of trust this hinges on is truly unfathomable for anyone else in six's life ― but gren ? she's the one CONSTANT, the only one that he actively trusts enough, consistently & reliably enough, for a situation like this to be possible. & don't get him wrong, he's GRATEFUL for her company, let alone the fact that she returns affections (or at least lusts) ― but sometimes it feels a little too good to be true, too perfect to put faith in. only sometimes, thankfully, & when he's with them like this, those thoughts are EASILY led by the wayside.

SHE TEASES HIM FOR A moment & the sierra agent can't stop the way hips buck against her touch, chest heaving with panting breaths as he comes down, slowly, from the high that she had so GRACIOUSLY given him. he's a lucky son of a bitch, & he's very aware, almost to a fault, of just how out of his league she is. they're gorgeous, intelligent, unceremoniously funny when one gets the chance to know her, & it's no surprise that gren had caught his eye. to have caught HERS in return, though, is something he still can't quite wrap his head around. the smile that graces their lips is affectionate, & it makes six's stomach flip as though guided by butterflies. ❝ that's all you, ❞ he says when he can finally SPEAK, little quirk of lips & raising of brows to accentuate his point. ❝ it's never usually that . . . intense. ❞ or at least, it hasn't been with anyone else. she's in a class of her own.

❝ CAN I . . . I WANT TO touch you, too. ❞ the look on features is eager, almost HUNGRY, wanting to get his hands on them, to touch & to taste & to make them squirm the same way they had done to him. he keeps hands held over head, though, glancing up at where wrists are tied with delicate silk to the headboard. he could undo them himself if he wanted, but it's much more ENTICING to get their permission to do so. ❝ i'll be so good for you, gren. i want to make you feel like you've never felt before. let me, please ? ❞

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send me    ‘  ♡ _  ♡ ‘    and my muse will admit one to three ( 1-3 )  features of your muse  ( physical or personality )   that they find incredibly attractive. 

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HE'S CUTE WHEN HE'S NERVOUS. desire feels much like a PREDATOR circling their prey, though doing so psychologically, encircling him with their energy in ways usually unbearable by most humans. the intense force of proximity alone sends most around them into a lustful STUPOR, but tonight is a slow burn, & most participants seated around them squirm in their seats & adjust their clothes in attempts to cope with sudden magnetic AROUSAL. they're curious, if nothing else, to see what kind of effect their presence will have on him, considering his immortal status but his birth claim to humanity. it's an enticing idea to play with brother's FASCINATION, the same individual that dream visits again & again over the centuries, the two of them wrapped in their own game of push & pull with their own unique desires. the younger endless knows it ALL, & they're more than anything anticipating his reaction to the knowledge of who they are.

BUT HE STAYS CALM & COLLECTED, even swings the conversation around on them, & desire can't help but be subtly IMPRESSED by other's bravado in the face of such an unknowable, eldritch being. they wonder then what he has seen in his expansive & now INFINITE lifetime, what losses he's had to endure, & how he's chased his myriad of desires across time. they want to KNOW, & the only way to find out is to ask - they want to ask him a lot of things. he seems the knowledgeable type, & besides that, there must be something special that draws morpheus in continually. desire feels their sibling's YEARNING for this man & his company, & they're adamant on finding out what exactly the appeal is. & if they find that they like it, well ― nothing's stopping them from trying him on for size.

HOB MAKES HIS EXCUSES, & the endless puts on an exaggerated raise of brows at his brief INDULGENCE of an explanation. ❝ you think that he's angry with you ? oh, no. i don't think that's the case at all. if he was, you would probably feel it. ❞ they make a motion with a hand haphazardly to their head, where they've felt their brother's presence before. he likes to linger in the back of the mind, something that they've found out only through PRACTICE & controlled self-awareness, & even for them, it's difficult to block him out if dream wants to be there. desire's always known them to be STUBBORN, & this entrapment is just another of those instances ― he refuses to ask for help, even knowing that siblings are watching. desire would, if only he'd BEG for it, & as long as that doesn't transpire, they're content to poke at their sibling's toys. their brother's interest, who is genuine in asking how they are ― a welcome surprise, & one that brings up unexpected emotion before they can shove it down for later examination. how STRANGE.

THEY DID INTRODUCE THEMSELVES, so he knows who they are, but they're not sure how FAMILIAR he is with the endless as a concept, so they push a little, searching for cues & tells of boundaries & limits. ❝ my first impression of you is that you're a good man, hob gadling. far too good for my brother. ❞ the smile that they give him doesn't reach their eyes, & if he looks closely enough, mostly resembles a grimace. golden gaze is locked onto him, depths glinting & drawing him in further to their gravitational pull, almost IRRESISTIBLE to fight once ensnared. ❝ life for an endless is very different than what you would be used to, ❞ they say after a moment, low tone with a PURR that they allow him to hear. ❝ i don't visit the mortal world often, but when i do, it's always a treat. the vibrancy here is truly something to behold. ❞ they cast their gaze around their environment, clearly APPRECIATIVE as they lean back in seat, comfortable. ❝ what is it that you want to know ? i'm happy to tell you all that you desire. ❞

there is a bite to the other's word.

hob squints, and had he been any more sober, maybe he would've mulled over the intonation further. he doesn't, not ultimately, though he keeps the information at the back of his mind, adding to the list of the hundred more questions he knows he might never get an answer for. hell, he barely knows who exactly his stranger had been, even if he'd been confronted, now, with the knowledge that they are an endless – whatever that means, truly – and the one across from him is called desire.

and what that would make of his stranger, hob quietly ponders. what sort of other emotions or feelings or– or– concepts ? that his stranger might be behind of ? and what does it mean, in truth ? how do they work, and how do they function, and what sort of ail do they collectively collect or attract ? and really, beneath that, hob wishes he could ask : how could he help ? how could he always help. ( just don't go. don't leave me. )

❛ i never said it was a bad thing, ❜ hob tells the other softly, so softly, around a smile that's half-despaired and half-hope. could two things truly exist simultaneously ? well, he thinks around the whiskey he's nursing, why shouldn't it ? that is simply the complexity of being human, isn't it ? to be able to feel so many things all at once, to be able to sit with it so thoroughly – even if it could be so bloody miserable at times. hob wouldn't trade it for the world.

❛ well, that he might be angry with me still, because i couldn't keep my mouth shut quickly enough. ❜ he says so around what he hopes sounds like a joke, though they both might know he is not.

hob hums.

❛ no, enough about me. bad company and all, wouldn't want that to be your first impression of me. tell me – desire, yes ? how're you ? how, uh – how's life, really ? i'd like to know more. ❜ hm. kind of odd being on the other side of the conversation for once. but oh well. stranger things, he supposes, have happened.

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THE CONCERN THAT DEATH shows for dream is hurtful, for a myriad of reasons. least of which the fact that she has never expressed concern about THEM & their feelings regarding the lingering fallout with dream, has never once cared enough to ask how they felt about any of it. she, just like their other siblings, seems to have FORGOTTEN just how close they were with dream in the ages before their major rift. desire is used to death taking their brother's side, & know that no matter what they do or how hard they wish, that this won't change ― so they tell themselves that they have the RIGHT to act this way, to be as bitter as they find themselves constantly. desire can be a fickle thing, especially under pressure, & the monarch has grown quite tired of the whole affair. they're always happy to get under dream's skin, of course, & such is only fair, given the HELL that he's put them & others through, but they can also recognize the way it draws on their essence in the worst ways. they're not inherently manipulative, or scheming, have become so mostly as a self-fulfilling prophecy sketched out by the dream shaper himself, but they are capable of CRUELTY when they feel that they need to be, & unfortunately find this the case among other siblings (at times, & depending on who it is).

DEATH SAYS THAT SHE DOESN'T blame them for bringing up nada, & the blond releases a soft SCOFF, unable & unwilling to help themselves at such a statement. of course the concern is for dream, & not for anyone else involved ― death can be as narrow-minded as dream at times, something that desire is loathe to point out. ❝ i know i'm not wrong, ❞ they SNEER, baring teeth at the idea of being questioned for pointing out the obvious. always made into the scapegoat, desire is ever-aware of any attempts at such manipulation, & though death doesn't intend it, her words do go so far as to OFFEND. ❝ dream sentenced that poor woman to hell for rejecting him. we all know what he did was wrong. ❞ her next concern has their brows raising, & the look on features grows darker the longer that they think about it. for all they say that they don't care, they DO ; too intensely to be healthy, & buried inside behind layers of fragile glass. they don't want it to lead to her having to do her job, either ― but that's not THEIR decision. it's up to dream to decide what to do. if he can finally get his head out of his ass, he might have a chance. their words might be cold, but they cover hidden meaning. they WORRY too, just as much as she does.

SHE EVEN HAS THE GALL to ask, as if expecting a genuine response, & desire fixes their elder sister with a LOOK, equal parts irritated & searching for her own tells. it isn't the first time that they've wondered what's going through her mind, & it certainly won't be the last, but it has them thinking. her own EARNEST nature comes out in voiced concern & try as desire might, they can't fault her for that. they must remind themselves that while she's never actively taken their side, that she's also never been explicitly AGAINST them. brows furrow & golden gaze finally meets hers as they turn to face her, a flicker of recognizable concern on their own features before it's carefully masked once more. ❝ me, worried ? what ever for ? as long as he isn't extinguishing the universe with an unreasonable decision, what should i care ? ❞ their lingering question remains in the back of their mind : why should they try when dream has made explicitly clear that he doesn't give a DAMN about them ?

    death's black boots echo upon the polished flooring of desire's domain. the altercation in destiny's realm filled her mind with worry. glossy black lips twitch at their words. the reaper stood only a few feet away from her younger sibling. always dressed in black, she wore her favorite modern day outfit. genuine leather fingerless biker gloves, spiked bracelets on both wrists, a tank top that was paired with black trousers. the silver ankh necklace hung between the valley of her bosom.

    ❝ i can't help but to worry about the two of you. especially, dream. i wouldn't say you did the wrong thing by telling him to free nada. i just fear we have started a domino effect that will end up with me doing my duty. ❞

    soft eyes, outlined with dark designs take in her family member. it was rare for them to have a moment like this. just the two of them. death tore her eyes away and wandered over to a nearby red loveseat. hands fall into her lap and her head tilts as she sat down.

    ❝ i know you two don't get along sometimes. but, you're worried as well. . . right? ❞

    death was spending too much time understanding mortals and their feelings, it began to rub off on her. overthinking was a one way ticket to land herself a session with despair. this job was what she makes it and she prefers to see the bright side instead of the sorrow. feeling as if she is going to be attending a family funeral, she can't help but to ache at the thought of losing her brother.

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@endlcssdesiire requested: THE CORINTHIAN & DESIRE.

❝ I WOULDN'T DREAM OF IT, your grace, ❞ the nightmare pretends to be affronted at the very SUGGESTION of impropriety, though they both know that it is very capable of such selfish pleasures. he can explain away how it's his right, how he's OWED these debts considering all he's been accused of & talked down to. that was with its creator, the ever-elusive dream lord, from whom he'd heard stories of desire, the endless it faces head on now. perhaps it should feel SCARED, or even intimidated, considering their incredible power -

& THE CORINTHIAN ACKNOWLEDGES the danger involved without submitting to it, holding head high with clenched jaw. there's a FIRE burning in gut, desperate to assert independence & to prove itself worthy of being let off its leash (even if this freedom was INVOLUNTARY on its creator's part). he lets a little, almost genuine smile flicker across lips, head tilting as the nightmare ascertains the best direction to take the conversation, given the subject matter. the last thing he wants to do is OFFEND another endless. ❝ i'm not here for any other reason than simply to be. admittedly, i've never been here before. your realm has always been off limits, said so by the lord-shaper . . . but i've always been curious. ❞ a pause, & then a blatant stroking of ego, content to do so for the time being if it gets him more information, ❝ & i'm honoured that you're allowing me now, your grace. ❞

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@the1nevitable requested: DESIRE & DEATH.

❝ IF YOU'RE HERE FOR our brother, he's already left. ❞ their look, along with their tone, is DESPONDENT. quieter than usual & with half as much outward energy, though their gaze is sharp & lethal as usual as they turn to look at their elder sister. she's stunning as always, has such an impeccable sense of fashion, & now more than ever, desire feels the same YEARNING to be closer to her than they ever were. dream & death were almost, if not just as close as desire is with their twin despair, & they understand that they can't have both ; but that doesn't stop them from WANTING it. they crave to know her better, for her to be on their side ― but they know that no matter how much they crave, that they'll never receive the type of adoration as their brother receives so freely. it makes them envious, of course, but underneath it all is the HURT of being turned away from older sister. ❝ you might as well leave. it's just us here. ❞ their tone doesn't leave room for her to stay, faintly accusatory as it is. stating the fact that she won't want to spend time with JUST them.

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@eyeless-smiles requested: DESIRE & CORINTHIAN.

❝ YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'VE seen a ghost, corinthian. ❞ the PLEASED purr that leaves lips is in part mischievous, & entirely meddling, as golden gaze appraises the nightmare in front of them. he's wandered into somewhere he shouldn't be, but desire's not worried, nor offended or THREATENED ― knowing that he's right where he needs to be, at this very time. head tilts up & the smile on lips is sultry as golden gaze finally meets the corinthian's, holding it with INTENT. ❝ no need to look so reluctant, sweet thing. we're not here to play games, as much as you'd be a stellar partner. ❞ smile turns into a grin, more a bearing of teeth than anything GENUINELY appealing. ❝ mm, honey, honestly. cat got your tongue ? you'll need to speak up if you want out of here. ❞

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@letiferum requested: KARMA & VALENA.

❝ YOU DON'T HAVE TO ASK. i'm happy to say that i'm not here for you. ❞ as if she needed to ask in the first place ― valena knows herself that she's done nothing to WARRANT karma's presence. but karma's taken the day off, as they sometimes do, & are curious to know what a day in her life is like, how it differs from theirs, & in which ways it's similar. ❝ that said, i would like to hang around for a bit. take in the sights & sounds. ❞ she doesn't travel to this plane often, more content to spend time among the mortals ― but they recognize their PLACE as an endless, & it's never something to shy away from. ❝ you wouldn't mind, would you ? i don't suppose you often get company when you're working. ❞ brows lift & expression on features is expectant, PATIENTLY awaiting reply. ❝ far be it from me to distract you, too. i'll be in the background, doing my own thing. ❞ it isn't unheard of for multiple forces of the universe to team up from time to time, mostly for their OWN amusement ― karma only hopes that valena is amenable.

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@nightmarecountry asked: ❛ was it good for you too? it's never been like that before. you've never been like this before. ❜

IT'S THE FIRST OF A LONG series of times together with the corinthian in which the king of creation will WORRY about being indefinitely separated by the only one who would think to cause them both harm. destruction has no reservations about the fact that dream will harm the nightmare if & WHEN given the chance ― & he knows that brother will do the same to him, if inadvertently. for as far as destruction knows, the dream lord still does not know about their rendez-vousing with the corinthian ; but he worries it's just a matter of time, & it's one of those times that he lets the paranoia in, allows it to affect his judgment. it means he comes off STRONG to lover, gripping tight & almost possessive, passion surging from very being to wrap elegantly around the nightmare while in its embrace. it feels good to lose themselves in him, feels in a sense like COMING HOME ― & destruction knows that he'll fight for this, even if it will be the death of him. he cares that much, an all-encompassing compassion, empathy & mixture of affection as they touch & caress the corinthian's bared skin, makes sure that they both ascend to pleasure, & as many times as OTHER desires.

IT TAKES A WHILE, but finally they settle next to him, lounging in expansive bed that they'd made EXPLICITLY for this purpose, & look over at lover, crimson gaze searching the nightmare's expression at the given sentiment. it was incredibly unlike the endless to come on that strong, & to be as openly POSSESSIVE as they had been ― they almost wonder if they had reminded it of its master. there's a pause before destruction answers, unsure if he even SHOULD answer ; but he knows that lover deserves an explanation of such uncharacteristic behaviour, especially since it so closely resembles sibling's. ❝ it was good for me, too. i don't want you t'worry about that, darling. ❞ broad, strong hand reaches to brush fingers along other's hands, a GENTLE touch that juxtaposes earlier ferocity. ❝ i'm sorry if i scared you, or anything. it wasn't meant to come across as . . . well, y'must be wonderin' what's on my mind. ❞ there's a little squeeze that they give to the corinthian's hand before they make to MEET his gaze.

❝ I WAS JUST THINKING about how i don't want t'lose you. ❞ HONEST confession, & they don't know how other will receive it, but it's out in the open now, ready to be debated. ❝ we've been doing this for A WHILE now & i― i really enjoy your company, corinthian. not just doing this, but . . . all of it. ❞ their tentative smile has TENDER edges, reaching all the way to crimson eyes, which hold knowledge of unseen & faraway galaxies ; & they're focused on him. ❝ i don't mean t'make this WEIRD. i'm just saying. ❞

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@wayfcrer requested: DESIRE & ELLIE.

❝ YOU DON'T HAVE TO take my advice, or do ANYTHING that you don't want to do, sweetheart. it's food for thought― but when was the last time that you've done something for yourself ? for YOU, ellie gibbs, not for your long-lost husband. not for anyone else. ❞ they know that they're driving the point home at least a little harshly, but desire of the endless senses themselves in her, & they recognize her hidden need to be told such. even if she never does anything about it, & instead learns to hate them for such advice ― whatever the outcome, the ball is in ellie's playground now, & the endless is content to leave it at that, if they hadn't noticed the LOOK that she shoots them. ❝ what is it ? you can ask me just about anything, you know. i can try to be honest. ❞

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@spiderz0mbie requested: CORINTHIAN & CASSANDRA.

❝ I'M CALLING BULLSHIT, ❞ the look that the nightmare shoots her, even underneath dark-rimmed glasses, shows level of impatience with attempt at distraction. it can SMELL the fear on her, so it knows that she's bluffing, & besides that, the neutrality that she attempts to exude reminds him way too much of creator, who lingers INSIDIOUSLY in back of mind, as if silently disapproving. ❝ he's not going to be able t'save you, if that's what you're banking on. he's . . . indisposed. not coming back 'nytime SOON ― ❞

❝ & IN THE MEANWHILE, you're going to tell me what i want to hear. got it ? ❞ it really isn't a HUGE ask, the nightmare almost scoffs to itself, but then remembers ― humans. always complicating matters that were once relatively simple. he should EXPECT it, if anything. the corinthian watches her like a predator watches its prey, cool & almost disinterested look on his own features. she's not his type, but even if she was ― anything else off the table the MOMENT he's realized that she has ties to morpheus. ❝ now be a GOOD GIRL & sit down. get comfortable, this is going to take a hot second. ❞

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@artificialnocturnc requested: DREAM & ANNI

❝ YOU SEEM DISTRESSED, ❞ the dream lord calls it out, because for all of their TRYING to do their duties, they've been hearing her sniffling like a scratch they can't quite itch, deep in the back of their essence. they recognize it as one of their creations, & soon after is able to distinguish the sound as HERS, uniquely. they appear to her side in an attempt to soothe, wanting simply to understand what had upset her so, & if she could CALM enough to let him do his job. brows pinch together subtly on forehead, emphasizing concern that heightens as they slowly crouch down next to her form. ❝ anni, talk to us, little one. tell us why you are crying. ❞ their tone is slightly sharper than intended, but they have never espoused PATIENCE while dealing with the emotional matters of their dreamkin.

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@roseguided requested: DREAM & CALLIOPE.

❝ I INTEND TO BE HERE for as long as you will let me, calliope. there are no tricks, or bargains. i am here now for YOU. ❞ the dark gaze of the dream lord is intent on ex-wife's features, the LONGING in the air between them practically tangible. the red string of fate has wound them together in the past, just as it does now, tightening its grip before the inevitable CUT of his thread. they need to recover & recuperate their commitment to her now, before anything else ― for both of their sakes. ❝ i cannot promise that i will be able to stay forever, however much that i'd like to. there are matters beyond my control that may interfere. ❞ he warns her, because they need her to KNOW the risks going into this ― they want her informed consent before beginning anything ; to do without would be irresponsible. ❝ but i have MISSED you, calliope. that much is true. & if you will allow me . . . i can show you just how much. ❞