#GOSH THESE TOOK A WHILE

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redrew some ep4 scenes for funsies 🟨🌟

above be the screenshots referenced…

and some sketches!

above be a scene from Come Out Of Your Shell that i rlly like, made me cackle out loud /gen

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Happy wedding day!!!

Clear of text below the cut

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no thoughts just Heiji Hattori (HD)

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Directionless Pt. 4

Pt. 1/ Pt. 2/ Pt. 3/ Pt. 4/ next part coming soon!

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Finja x Chase angst? 👀

oh dude their whole "relationship" is basically messed up angst lol (despite me often portraying it as cracky angst)

I mean, we have some good angst in Chase pursuing First not because he 'loves/cares about' him, but because he selfishly desires him for his power/sees him as a challenge to get into his Fallen Warriors army. And First having to be constantly on alert against Chase, especially when he behaves like a charming honorable warrior, hiding that cunning manipulative side of him behind amused 'harmless' smiles. I would imagine its hard for First to not start to care about Chase (he can be very charming ;) ) to some degree, so there is like this delicious angst in starting to care about someone with whom morally you would never agree with. (very Prof. X vs Magneto vibe imho)

(this also could lead to some interesting spin-off angst opportunity about First being in the Fallen Warriors Army and just...existing in this weird limbo of being a target of Chase's favorable attention, but still essentially being a servant to his Master so thus really unable to trully care about/love this evil man but he still kinda cares after all these years and, like ooooooh baby thats some scrumptious angst possibility)

Or we can have some angst in form of First, being technically 'moved on'/left only in spirit in this world and Chase, still obsessing over him all these centuries, not even realizing that he is basically pining at this point. Showing up to bother current Ninjas, Ninjanomicon and Spirit of First at every opportunity, but not being able to actually be (in any capacity) with First, besides those very brief reunions. And First, throughout the years, while still being very annoyed about Chase's continuoes presence, also feels... incredibly saddened about this man to some degree. But he still can not falter, for his duty and successors still need him and they take priority, so this weird relationship just continues on.

And like OOOOH BABIES this is just scratching the surface of any possible angst, but these are the ones that are currently circling in my mind (i want to make some comics with these scenarious) so yeah! angst! ;D

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Fanart inspired by 777 by @egoisticfreak on Ao3

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ocean: i accept your whole gay thing, i just don't get it

noel: okay. i'll regret this, but what part don't you get?

ocean: why would you prefer men over women? i'm straight but i could never imagine being with a man... like... that. women are infinitely more attractive. why would you make your life harder for a subpar mate?

noel (internally):

noel (internally):

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To Lay Beneath

Succubus! Shigaraki x Reader

Warnings: SMUT!!!!! HEAVY SMUT!!!! Heavy Sub and Dom Tones, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Safe Word Usage (we believe in safe sex here)

Did I get really into this and write a 2,800 word fic?.... No. You're seeing things.

Males were rare. They weren’t often produced, and if they were, they were oftentimes seen as… Weak. Usually, males were Incubi, and females were Succubi. For a male to be born a Succubus, it just made things harder on them. Humans were far too inferior to really understand, as humans were often too picky. Unfortunately, that led to many nights Shigaraki went hungry. This often led to him being snippy, and angry, and that made it even harder for him to find someone, anyone, to feed off of…

It was just stupid, being constantly teased by others of his kind, and being constantly rejected by those of a lesser species. It was ridiculous!

Making his way down the street, he moved through the crowds looking for someone who would satisfy him, looking for anyone who seemed just as desperate as he was.

Everything was just so annoying…

He bumped into someone, that just made him hiss.

“Hey! Watch it!”

Dammit, they were pretty too- “Ah, I’m sorry sweetie, I wasn’t looking where I was going..!”

Wait.

What?

Sweetie!?

He could already feel his face flush as he sputtered out an “it’s fine”, and you didn’t make it any better by smiling at him, and gently laughing. What was so funny!?

“You’re pretty cute y’know that? Here, let me make it up to you, let me get you a coffee?”

Your consistent compliments didn’t help him any, “Sure, fine, whatever…”

You were silent for most of the time you two sat together, Tomura was poking at his drink with his straw, and staring at the food you bought him. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to eat it, it just wouldn’t be what he really needed, and it’d probably only make him feel worse.

“What’s your name, cutie?”

He clicked his tongue, “Shigaraki…”

“Got a first name?”

He was silent for a moment, and you took that chance to introduce yourself. You seemed confident, as if you knew what you wanted. He felt like he was a piece of meat, and for some reason, he liked it.

“Well, that first name?”

“Tomura…. Tomura Shigaraki…”

“Thank you! So…”

And thus, you started small talk. You told him a little bit about yourself, he told you some things about himself in return, and at the end of it, you gave him your number.

This was not how he planned his day to go.

But it was better than nothing. He got free coffee, and a hot person's number. This was probably the best day of his life, though he’d never say it aloud. He even got real food at the end of the night, some desperate girl trying to get back at her man after she caught him cheating- He didn’t catch her name, he didn’t care to. All he wanted was her pleasure, her lust, hell even her sadness would feed him for now.

He took as much as he could.

He didn’t get around to texting you until about a day later, sending just his name. He jumped when his phone went off almost immediately.

[Hey! It’s nice to hear from you! Thought I’d never get another date! How does Friday sound? I wanna go see a new movie, and would hate to go alone!]

You had to be kidding.

How should he respond? He’s never made plans like this before- He had no clue how to handle this-

[[Sure.]]

[Awesome! See ya then cutie!]

He hoped some day you’d stop calling him that… Though he doubted it…

•

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He was right. The more you two hung out, the more you used those nicknames for him. The more you two got to know each other, the more flirtatious you got. Hell, you even showed him off to people, telling them you were best friends, and the wedding was in spring… It was like whiplash with you. He didn’t know how to handle it, but at the same time, he felt very different about you.

He couldn’t explain it very well, and he didn’t know if he should. He liked how it made him feel… Full. He would rather die than admit it, but you made him happy. He was less snippy, and you teased him about how he’s warmed up to you, and he denies it, but he knows it’s true.

He likes you a lot more than he’s supposed to like his food.

But you were kind to him, you made him feel special. You spoiled him with nothing but friendship and care, and you never asked for anything in return. Maybe a shoulder to cry on every now and then, but other than that he was just your friend.

Why is it that when he told himself that, his chest hurt…?

Things seemed stagnant at that point… Until one night…

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“Tomura…”

He grunted in response, he was playing a game while you were reading, your legs over his thighs.

“Tomura~”

“What..!?”

You giggled, “Tomu-sweetie, I have a question~”

He groaned, “What is it? I’m in the middle of a-”

“Do you like me?”

His grip on the controller tightened, but he stayed silent. His mouth was open and he swiftly shut it. He was happy the lights were off, or else you’d see his face was flushed.

“Tomura, answer me~” He could practically hear your teasing smirk.

“Why?”

“Because it’s rude to keep someone on the edge..” He could hear the pout in your voice.

“No, I don’t like you.” You laughed.

“It’s also rude to lie~”

He paused his game, glaring at you. You had a smile on your face, as if you hadn’t just teased him about how he felt. What was your end game? What did it matter to you?

“What if I do, huh? What, are we gonna stop being friends? I expected it to happen at some point, why not rip the bandaid off now-”

He was silenced when you moved.

You were straddling him.

His eyes widened and he opened his mouth to talk again, but you put a finger to his lips.

“Ah ah ah, no. You spoke enough, sweetie. It’s my turn now, okay~?”

He gulped, but nodded. What was even happening right now?

“Good boy… Now, do me a favour and be honest, okay~? Do. You. Like. Me~?”

He shuddered, “Y-yes….”

“See how hard that was? Now, if you couldn’t tell, I like you too…”

“S…. S-so…?”

You chuckled, and if it didn’t send shivers up his spine he’d be even more of a liar.

“I think you know. Follow me.”

You got off of him, and he was quick to get to his feet, almost tripping over the controller cord, his game forgotten on the TV. He watched you walk in front of him, leading him to your room. You led him to the edge of the bed, and sat down. You pat the spot next to you, and he sat, being sure to put his hands in his lap.

“We’re going to go over some rules, okay?”

“O-okay…”

“I want you, Tomura. Do you want me?”

He nodded and you scolded him, “No, I need words.”

“Y-yes, I… I want you…”

He saw you smirk out of the corner of his eye.

“Good. Now, red means stop, yellow means slow down, or go slow, and green means go. Does that work for you?”

“U-uh, sure, y-yea… Uhm…”

You got up, taking your shirt off. He averted his eyes. He had to tell you, he had to before this got too serious, he could hurt you-

“Hey, Tomura, what’s wrong?”

You were kneeling in front of him, and the sight took the wind out of his lungs. You were gorgeous…

“I-I’m a Succubus…”

Your eyes widened, and you choked out a laugh, “Ha- w-what..?”

“It’s not a joke, I’m serious, we can’t have sex because I’m a Succubus, I could hurt you or-”

“Tomura-”

“I’m being serious!”

At that exclamation, his horns sprouted from behind his long hair, his tail waved behind him, and his wings spread out. You could even see the change in his teeth, now they looked like fangs. Your eyes widened as you fell back on your ass, landing with a small “oof”. You looked him up and down, and you sighed.

“Tomura I…. That’s… Quite amazing, if you ask me…”

He was shocked you were even still here. “What…? You don’t think I’m dangerous? I could kill you-”

“So why haven’t you?”

He was silenced at that. You… Had a point. You had been kind to him, given him multiple chances to take advantage of you, to kill you and take what he needed from you, and yet he didn’t. If anything, he had been exceptionally nice to you. He didn’t even notice how you took off your pants and underwear, before you straddled him yet again.

“So, still worried you’ll hurt me~?”

He was speechless again, “Because I can make it easy for you, if you’re still worried~”

He blinked, leaning back a bit. “... How…?”

You leaned into him, kissing him gently, making him jump. He kissed back with a push, and you giggled into it, keeping your hands on his shoulders as his tail flicked impatiently. You grind your hips against his, making him shudder into your mouth. He could feel your smirk widen at that.

Pulling back, you sat on him fully, making him whine.

“Oooh, sooo cute… Do me a favour sweetie, take off your clothes, yeah~?”

He shuddered again and let out a small “yes”, as he stripped, he could hear you rustling around near him, probably in your closet-

“Why aren’t you naked yet?”

He jumped a little, his shirt was still on, as were his boxers. “A-ah- I was distracted-”

“Well chop chop cutie, get to it~!”

Your enthusiasm made him turn an even deeper shade of red.

Quickly, he got the rest of his clothes off, now standing fully naked in front of you. He was pale, and from what his kind has told him, he’s not all that appealing. Covered in scars, his wings couldn’t carry him due to holes, he would often scratch at his skin due to the stress of everything, and with your staring it made him want to itch now-

“You’re so pretty… Come here~”

You were sat on your bed, leaning back against your pillows. You opened your arms to him, and he whined as he crawled over your bed to you, leaning in to kiss you himself, slowly. You moaned softly against him, wrapping your arms around him. He was much warmer than you were, but you couldn’t complain.

Separating from him, you pushed him back a bit to adjust yourselves, having him lay beneath you, your pillows and your scent surrounding him. Your hands were all over his body, making him whine and moan as you groped him wherever you wanted. You were so… Gentle with him, as if you could hurt him, treating him as if he was glass. He almost yipped when you spread his ass.

“W-what’re you-”

“Colour?”

His face was bright red, his eyes wide. He’d never- “Tomura baby, I need a colour~”

… Despite his inexperience, your calm demeanour was certainly aiding him. He shuddered as you toyed with his hole, gasping as you played with him. He… He trusted you…

“Y-yellow…”

“You got it sweetie…”

You pulled away from him, grabbing a bottle of lube that was on your bedside table. Slowly, you applied lube to your hand, and to his hole. The coldness of the lube made him jump again, and you shushed him with sweet whispers as you kissed his neck, your fingers gently touching him, before ever so slowly you pushed one finger in. He shuddered a moan at the feeling, moaning more when he felt you moving in and out of him. You kept talking to him, talking him through it, and it made him feel even better.

“A-ah… Mm…. M-mooraa….”

“Hmmm….? What is it baby~?”

“M… M-more… P-please….”

You hummed, “Alright… One more, okay, baby~?”

“Y-yes- please- fuck…”

Slowly, you did as he asked and pushed another finger into him, making him cry out in pleasure, his wings fluttering beneath him as he gripped your arm that held you up. Slowly, you started fingering him more, scissoring him carefully too. You loved how he writhed beneath you, whining and begging you to keep going… It was almost like you were the demon, and you fucking loved it.

“Want another one baby~?”

“Ah-! Y-yea- p-p-please- please more-aah~”

You chuckled darkly, kissing along his jawline. “Coloooouuur~”

“Aaaaha~! Greeeen! Green green p-please plea-aaah~!”

He didn’t have to beg you much more, as you did as he asked, pushing another finger in and fucking him with your hand. You kept kissing his neck, licking and nipping at every bit of exposed skin you could get your teeth on. You moaned, whispering in his ear, “You’re so good for me baby, do you want more than just my fingers~?”

He gave a confused whine at that, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“I have a toy for you baby, but I need a colour before I give it to you~”

You lifted yourself off of him, keeping your hand busy in him while reaching for your strap-on. It wasn’t too big, only about 5 inches from base to tip, but as you pulled it out and Shigaraki laid eyes on it, he couldn’t help but clench around you and whine a bit.

“A-ah- d-do you think that’ll f-fuu-fit..?”

You chuckled again, pulling your fingers out of him slowly, “Sweetie with how I’ve prepped you, I’m sure it will. Not only that, I’ll be using plenty of lube. So-”

“Green.”

He wanted to hit himself for how fucking eager he was- But all you did was smile.

“Okay baby, give me a minute~”

Putting it on carefully, you put some lube on it, gently stroking it before lining it up with him. He whined again, wiggling his hips, his tail wrapping around your waist, trying to pull you closer. You carefully pushed in, making him moan sinfully.

“I want you to relax darling, can you do that for me~?”

“Aaah-y-yeaaah~”

“Good boy~”

Ugh, when you called him that it made him weak. He did as you asked though, breathing carefully as you allowed him plenty of time to adjust. When you were all the way in, he took in a few shaky breaths, allowing himself to get used to you, he wiggled his hips slowly. Gently, you gripped his hips, helping him get some friction so he could get used to it.

“A-agh.. G-green…”

“Hm..? What was that baby~?”

“G-green… P-please m-m-move…”

You cooed at him, but didn’t tease him anymore than you had, slowly moving your hips. Your first thrust made him whimper, and the next only fuelled your need to make him cry out for you. As for Tomura, he’d never expect to be in this situation, much less with someone like you. You were well far out of his league, and yet here you were, being intimate with him more than anyone ever had been. No one he had been with had ever taken such care of him, much less fucked him like you did. Your constant thrusting made him arch his back against you, his moaning only getting higher in pitch as he begged you to let him cum.

And you did.

He had never felt more full, fed completely, and he didn’t even do anything to you. You smiled down at him, and you just looked… So happy to see him so fucked out. He was breathing heavily, looking down at himself, seeing the mess he made on his stomach, and he didn’t even touch himself.

“Feeling better, my little demon~?”

He huffed, moaning as you pulled out of him, but he nodded, “Haa… Yeah I’m… Fuck…”

You laughed, moving to the other room, before coming back with a warm wash-cloth, and you started cleaning him up.

“W-wait, you, how do you feel..? I was feeding off of you the whole time I-”

You shushed him, before kissing him deeply.

“I feel fine honey, is that not normal for you…?”

He shook his head, “No, usually if I feed off of someone they die… Since I actually like you, I’d get kinda bummed out if you died…”

You smiled, “Well, maybe that’s the difference. You like me.”

Hearing it said out loud made him blush again, “That’s good, because it’d be real awkward otherwise. I like you too sweetie~”

He blushed even more, “G-good…”

“Oh and by the way, I think your tail is super cute~”

He curled into himself, “Mhmm…”

You crawled up to him, kissing his cheek before laying beside him, pulling him down to you.

“Goodnight~”

“Wait, what about you?”

“Worry about it in the morning, unless you wanna go again~?”

He flushed again, “You’re insatiable…”

“You’re one to talk, demon~”

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testing new brushes (click for quality)

Dif Vers bc im so fucking proud of both

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TW: poorly written major character injury and following equally poorly written first aid. Dissociation due to severe hypothermia.

It's freezing on Soulfire Island, bitterly cold and coated in snow. Pac is doing his best to mine, but his gloves are for driving, not the cold, and his fingers are numb against the pickaxe. He's sure someone would get him better gloves, if they could, but having them at all currently gives him an advantage.

He blows on his hands, tries to shift his hands on the cold wood, and tries again.

There's threefold reason for putting him in the mine, he knows; he has the gloves to handle the pick without freezing to it, his prosthetic freezes easier than a limb, and nobody actually wants to talk to him. By the time he arrived they already had their team, afterall; it's not their fault, it's just him. Trying to apply himself in any useful way.

He wants Mike, he wants Fit, he wants Richars or Forever or Felps or Tubbo, and only the last is an option but the teenager is too busy ordering people around. At this point he would even take Philza, or Cellbit, but he's heard rumours of what Bolas are up to, and would actually rather never see any of that team again.

He's just... He's so cold, and his leg isn't helping any.

Pac also knows the theory; using a prosthetic takes more energy, and so it should be easier for him to stay warm just from walking. The liner also provides some extra protection, but does not stop the fact it is freezing cold. There is freezing cold metal pressed against his skin, separated only by an admittedly thick fabric layer, and it /hurts/. He can put down the pick, the others can lay down their swords or shove their hands in their pockets, but there's nothing he can do about his leg.

Not and lose the ability to run - he needs to be able to run, in a death game.

It chafes, too; he knows the skin will be rubbed raw, possibly to bleeding, from never taking it off. The liner is damp and he knows that way lies infection, but how can he wash it and dry it when at any moment someone could arrive to take his life - and then he'd be stuck atop a frozen mountain without his prosthetic, or crutches, or anything.

(Maybe he should ask about leaving crutches up there, just in case? But then even if he does, he can't go fast down a mountain, so surely its safer just to never remove his leg and deal with the pain and possible complications? Surely after all this he can just grab antibiotics and not leave his island for a few days and wait out the worst of it defended but alone?)

He finishes mining the vein, collecting up the spoils. Some of the iron has fallen, and he has to bend to pick it up.

Getting down is fine.

When he tries to get back up, the mechanical joints of his leg seize, messing up his balance and leaving him tumbling to the floor.

He's in the mine, at least; he didn't fall into any snow.

It's a small mercy as he whines, desperate, and tries to pull himself up. There's little he can do to fix his prosthetic until it warms, but he can at least straighten it out. Still jammed, but in a more useful position.

He ignores the scrapes from the fall to slap at the joint. Really he should get a screwdriver and some alan keys and fix it, but Cucurucho stole his toolkit on the train. At least he didn't take the prosthetic itself, but without his repair kit... And in the cold... There's only so much Pac can do.

Slamming his hands into the frozen metal sends pain racing up Pac's arms, and triggers a sob of frustration. There's so little progress in brute force for what should have been a simple job, but he gets there. He gets there.

By the time he does, however, his entire body has cooled. He is shaking, and shivering, and trembling so hard that even with the aid of the wall he can barely stand.

Pac does it anyway, stumbling along, until he reaches the mouth of his mine and remembers the snow.

The big, long, void of snow, seperating him from warmth with the aid of the sea.

He doesn't know if he can make it, but he has to try.

His prosthetic no longer bends, but with sufficient effort he can swing it around. It's not a face pace, it's not steady or comfortable, but it is still movement.

Mentally he apologises to his team, too cold to risk reaching for his communicator; he couldn't get enough diamonds or gold, and they're going to suffer for it. But, with the cold breaking his prosthetic... There's not a lot he can do.

Just get back with the little he is carrying - not waste their food and the little ore he did collect dying out here.

So he walks, and he walks, and when he reaches water too cold and too confused to make a boat, he somehow finds it in himself to swim.

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Pac has no idea how he made it to the farm, only that his appearance caused Missa to shriek. The surprise lasts only a second, though, before he's being tugged out of the water, and Missa is trying to both carry him and send a message on his comm.

The rapid Spanish makes no sense, but Pac lets himself be dragged along. Soon enough he's sat on their bed - useless as respawn but still a bed - being stripped of his clothes, dried off, and wrapped in sun-warmed blankets.

Useless, useless - Pac cannot even manage to move his own arms up, let alone pull his clothing off.

Missa hesitates at Pac's leg.

"How do I...?" He asks, hands hovering by it.

Pac... Pac freezes even harder at the idea of losing it. He knows, he knows to get him warm they need to take it off, but how does he do it? What if they fail and he dies anyway?

Missa must see his panic, as he darts back and tries to apologise.

Pac... cannot handle that; somehow he manages to pull apart the straps and undo the latches, unable to stop it falling to the floor. Missa is gentler with the liner than Pac would have been, whimpering when he sees the state of the skin beneath.

Pac doesn't want to look. He doesn't want to know. He wants his home and his family and this all to end.

"Sorry I took so long," it's Tina, half asleep, tea in hand. "Here, this'll help."

She presses it into Pac's hands - he does his best not to scream at the pain of heat against frozen skin - and guides it to his lips. Being forced to drink is nearly enough to distract him from the pain of Missa trying to clean up his stump, but only nearly - he chokes on the tea, and Missa and Tina both panic.

Somehow he gets his breathing back under control; they're more hesitant this time, but both continue their tasks.

"Tubbo is coming," Tina promises. "He won't be long. Just drink up, we'll get you warm soon!"

Once the tea is finished, she hands him another cup, but it is forced into one hand. She takes the other in her own, asking something Pac looses before beginning to clean and bandage the blisters and scrapes on his skin.

Pac doesn't want to know, he doesn't want to look, all he can feel is the cold in his soul and wonders if maybe what this is what Mike felt. It's horrific, horrifying, and makes him want nothing more than to hold his dear friend close.

It isn't Mike who holds him - or any of his friends. Instead it's Missa again, reassigned from farming duty to warming Pac up, holding him while Tina finds more blankets and a sword. He cannot bring himself to resist as he's tucked into bed - his comm pings again and again in a flurry of messages that nobody else is receiving, but his body just continues to shut down.

He hears panic, but he's cold, and he's hurt, and he's /exhausted/, and it's not his family, so he zones them out and finds comfort in oblivion instead.

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RW OSTober

Downpour soundtrack babee!!! All i know is that this plays in the Rot and that’s it!

EDIT: Ignore the 20, it should be 21 :P

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@dragonaday-fr Day 4- A hairless dragon! In my surely infinite wisdom, I chose Sinew, a dragon with tide, foam, and crackle. It was not a good idea.

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Just a moment of peace...

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“I’ll try to ruin this Like my life depends. If I’m being honest, I’m lovesick and I don’t want this to end.”

-Makes me Sick, Addison Grace

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it's @d20exchange week!!! and it's also my giftee @adaine-abernantt 's (main blog @because-im-a-mirrorball ) birthday today, so happy birthday my friend!!!

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Also here are the playlist links if you don't want to scan the spotify codes! i made two, one that i feel fits with Fig's music vibe and one that is more MaryBeth's music taste, aka the acoustic/pop/indie version.

I had so much fun making this, especially because by chance I got one of my favourite mutuals, so I hope you like it!

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Getting real nutty over here 🥜