#bg 3 cast

[warlock-enthusiast]

Larian, listen:

I need a dlc that is about a journey to the hells to rescue bing bong

[vikingnerd793]

AHHHH I NEED A FRAME SO BADLY this is so cool!!

Edit: GOTY X 2! So proud of this game and this cast

[crocodiller]

Sure you can just toss a healing potion next to someone and they automatically absorb it by standing in it, but what if it didn't work that way. I feel Gale would rather wait for proper healing.

[wrenhavenriver]

-> I have a condition…an unusual condition. There’s something awful about my instincts, about my desires.

[sysig]

Wander Dr. Doran! Yeahh :) (Patreon)

[tadpoleatemybrain]

Re-watching Tangled and I still want to write that Bloodweave Tangled-esque au rp

Astarion: "This is bad, this is very, very bad. They just can't get my nose right!"

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Astarion: "All right, listen, I didn't want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice. Here comes 'the smolder'... This is kind of an off day for me. This doesn't normally happen."

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Gale: "I've made the decision to trust you."

Astarion: "Horrible decision, really."

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Astarion: "Why is everyone randomly singing?"

If you're interested please DM!

MDNI

[ex-textura]

What's your favourite spell in game, and why is it Speak With Dead?

[emmiewlw]

Always keeping an eye out for a girl w a tattered baseball cap STOP im crying what do you mean clem found aj without having to kill anyone and got back to Richmond in a week and lived out the rest of her days there remember

so true bestie and then all the ericsons kids showed up to hang out and javi taught everyone to play baseball and everyone was happy!!!!

[baeshijima]

i dont think anyone understands just how mad i am at the fact i just missed the roses and muskets event, all bc i didnt finish furinas story quest 🧍‍♀️

[ditch-lily]

you’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title. who/what is it?

thank you @guzhu-furen for tagging me!!

idk whats going on in this movie but i'd be a supporting character thanks. maybe as a tired manager (lmao idolistic) as this talented kid rises to stardom

(...is this the kimchay sequel movie where chay rises to fame.....)

[mvncesa]

me, sb who has not finished the 3 cr series I started watching, looking at fantasy h/igh

[kathaynesart]

Replica Anniversary DTIYS!

Well, it was one year ago today that I started Replica!  It’s been a wonderful experience so far and I wanted to do something fun to show my appreciation to you all!  So in celebration I want to do my very first DTIYS, but we’re going to do this one a little differently. 

YOUR MISSION: to design a comic cover for the upcoming Replica Holiday Special that is all about the birth of Casey Jr:

The year is 2028, eight years before the start of Replica.  The Central Park Colony is still going strong and the turtles now must protect an expecting Cassandra Jones from the very people they are sworn to defend. 

As far as theme that is entirely up to you!  I’ve always found comic covers to be fun because they don’t necessarily have to show what happens in the actual story. So if you want Casey Senior holding up Junior on Pride Rock, Lion King style?  That’s great. You want to do an epic pose of the turtles battling Krang while trying to defend the Caseys?  Perfect.  You want to have Casey Junior bursting out of a Krang’s stomach like a Xenomorph???  Okay weird, but I’ll accept it so long as it’s not too gory!  Also the cover doesn’t  have to be Casey centric, I just want to see what you all come up with! (Note: please no NSFW art)

I have included character sheets and some visual development as reference for how the characters will look at this point in the story (though you do not need to strictly follow it. Feel free to give it your own artistic twist).  I will also include a PNG of the logo in case you have a vision for how you want it to be incorporated. Note you don’t have to use the logo but if yours is picked as the winner I will be putting a logo in there somewhere!

PRIZES: 3rd Place: an OC of yours will get to be a bg character in Replica (note the character cannot be an AU version of one of the main cast for obvious reasons). 2nd Place: a black and white commission of one character of your choosing. 1st Place: your cover front and center in the Replica lineup (with credit of course) as well as a 1-2 character commission w/ color (please no nsfw requests for either commission). 

DUE DATE: NOVEMBER 19 (gives you all 2 months)

IMPORTANT: please use #replica DTIYS hashtag for easy search Also please DM me with your finished cover on Tumblr (otherwise I might miss it!)

NOTE: while not mandatory you’ll probably want the piece to be around the typical comic cover vertical 2:3 ratio (10x15" for example).

DISCLAIMERS:

I’ve never done an event like this before so I’ll admit I’m a little nervous.  Don’t know if this will even gain any traction but I just want people to have good time and get creative :) 

This is all just for fun so please do not push yourself too hard!

Let me know if you have any other questions and have fun!

[batbabydamian]

The Boy Wonder #3 by Juni Ba rambling about how cool this series would be to read in a single sitting...it's all so connected!!

rambles for issue #1 and issue #2!

i don't have as much personal interpretation for this cover besides it being a solid piece of art in shapes and silhouette! ALSO. bi bg lighting lol. Damian's "X" posing of his cape and swords parallels with Tim's "X" chest straps + the Robin emblem in the center. Tim's closed Red Robin wings frames Robin's own outstretched cape wings; and on top of that, the shadows cast inside the wings nicely frames Damian's demon mask.

Joe and Merle's dynamic has been so fun, especially with the mutual enthusiasm over the storytelling 🥺 Joe also opens up about his circumstances that led him to this moment, which perfectly sets up the setting of this issue! Even his very first introduction becomes a relevant detail when a fancy rich couple drops a champagne glass, uncaring of the people literally below them, saying “some poor sap down there’ll appreciate it” when it bonks Joe’s head.

it all comes around!! and tbh this issue proves how much this series would slap to read in a single sitting (GET THE COLLECTED EDITION)

Going beyond first impressions seems to apply to the color palette in this series. From #1 in the first page of Gotham, we see the gold of upper society to the blue of the downtrodden → from issues #2 and #3, it’s the warm gold of inner Gotham to the cold blue of the rich. there’s a sense of community displayed among the poor - even part of Jason’s intro avenging Bill, a generous man mourned on panel by many. The rich gives off a sense of individualism, celebrating themselves and their excess.

With the change in scenery, this issue steps into the more civilian side of things through a spy theme - fancy suits and lil gadget intros! Going down the civilian route with Tim feels very fitting since it's what makes Tim's run as Robin so charming!

i love that Talia’s taught Damian to be conscious of the rich’s effects on society, especially in the following page of small panels zoning in on the details of wealth and overindulgence. but also LIL DAMIAN. HIS LIL ROUND EYES AND HANDS 🥺

Damian’s aware of the facts, and his disgust is clearer after having just been through lower Gotham and seeing firsthand the poverty directly caused by the wealthy (also not sure if that old lady is the same one from #1 with similar hair and clothes, but pls she can't a break…)

i mentioned Damian’s “inciting incident” for this journey to be the intro of a demon for Damian to prove his worth but i’m correcting the use of that term!! the intro of the demon is more the beginning of plot, whereas the actual inciting incident is beheading the thief!! it’s the main reason he’s in this situation where he felt the need to prove himself, and atone. Most notably is that the beheaded thief is a consistent character that quite literally haunts Damian every step of the way.

The statue of Batman’s head being popped off becomes a significant visual, because while Damian started this journey to prove something to Bruce, the only one that really seems to have (quite literal) eyes for Damian’s journey is the thief. Why does he make more of an appearance than the actual Bat? Even his statue’s head doesn’t make a figurative presence; whereas the only one looming over Damian is the thief. Guilt over killing him may be driving him just as much as his desire to be worthy. Alternatively, it could be that Damian needs to reexamine his motivations since the thief is really getting in Damian's face now.

Damian is proud to be a positive influence on Tim, but the moment is short-lived. It’s an ironic moment to me because Damian doesn't even know the impact he's had on Jason just in the previous issue!! 😭

Damian's so desperate to prove his worth, yet he's been making choices in every issue to help others!! Helping the old woman up in #1, being vulnerable with Jason in #2, and now sacrificing himself for Tim!

The Ra’s "Weakness" panel has been reoccurring since #1, but it's the first time Talia has been included. Being great figures in his life and mind, their silhouettes consume Damian's, similar to a few of Batman's appearances below. This latest disappointment was such a blow to Damian, that Talia (who he might have the most respect for) becomes an added voice in his head.

Final thoughts!!

Like Rok, does the thief actually have a connection to the al Ghuls or is this beard just in fashion at the moment.

Lex is clearly referencing one of the Underwell warehouses that Joe and Merle are presently, so wondering if whatever he and Tim discuss here will be affecting them later.

Ending with Talia’s cover for extra hype!! i’ll probably go back to this for the next ramble, but i’m already gearing myself up to wail about Talia just based on this cover. The Mary and Jesus imagery (more prominent with Damian’s lil crown as a “prince”) but most importantly Talia weathering the flames for Damian…her own shroud/shawl wrapped around Damian and burning… oh boy

[just-some-random-blogger]

Since there are quite a few award shows going on, what are your thoughts on a fic about Ewan and reader at the awards together and they are being so flirty (trying and failing so hard to hide it) in the background that even the cast are teasing them. Meanwhile it’s all going viral? As always, this just an idea, no pressure to write it or anything! Hope you have a lovely day :)

Secret Hand Holding

Ewan Mitchell x Reader

Summary: "YALL AINT SLICK, IVE GOT 20 LOW RES SS OF YAZ HOLDIN HANDS AND IMMA BOUTTA THROW HANDS"

Word Count: >600

Warnings: gender neutral!reader, use of y/n cos 🤧 tis unavoidable, crackfic, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: I need a breather cos i got this commission and i'm panicking over it. i did change some stuff about the req nonnie, so i hope ya still like it <3 also the gettyimages watermark HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @risefallrise @slavyanskiyahui @antisociablewallflower @lxdyred

Now Playing: ewan and [y/n] moments that are TOO SUS to be a ✨nothing✨

à la ai generated voice: Hello, Every [...] one i have been thinking about iwan- - - why did he say it like that- IWAN -- YOUWAN- And [...] y/n,,, ever since they did the house of the dragon press thing [...] and [...] i have not been able to get this

[SHAKY EFFECT] [LOUD BG MUSIC] [PHOTOGRAPH OF YOU AND EWAN]

à la ai generated voice: out of my head [...] So [...] here are a few moments during that event where i think it's just [MAX VOLUME] TOO SUS [NORMAL VOLUME] for them to not be [...] [...] idk horn dogging behind the- [CUT NOISE + WHITE SOUND]

You were posing for some pictures. Ewan just came in, chewing gum. Your name was begin called by the photographers and, quite frankly, you were serving like rent was due. You were giving. That in and of itself deserved its own edit (which it does-- it has its own edits).

Your expression was mostly stoic and your hands were relaxed upon the front of your thighs.

Then came Ewan, ready to pose for the carpet, and as he did so, the paparazzi called out his name, making you turn from your side, and immediately break character.

Your otherwise blank face morphs into a wide grin and you gather yourself, walking over to Ewan, though he was at a side where you had just finished posing. The moment you are remotely close, Ewan turns, and his own poker face twists into a pursed smile. He reaches out for you and gives you a hug.

You kiss his cheek and a lipstick mark stays on his skin for a good unknowing 6 seconds.

[loud bg] THAT SIX SECONDS IS WELL-DOCUMENTED.

From the moment you two pose next to each other, the different fan cams and multiple angles wherein the kiss mark and your smiles are visible, to the moment you turn and gasp, reaching out to wipe Ewan's cheek, it's all very much well-documented.

Ewan glances at you as you rub his cheek with your thumb. You're holding back a laugh as you mutter something that makes him thin his lips and mutter something back.

à la ai generated voice: GIRL WE KNOW 😃😃😃😩😩😩😒😒😒🤮🤮🤮 WE KNOW double yew double yew double yew double yew double yew,,, sigh [...] [...] now onto the part that went [...] [DEAFENINGLY LOUD] VIRAL

You were mid posing for the carpet right.

Ewan turns to you. He mumbles something that makes you turn over to your right and break into a laugh. You wave at someone (no one knows who to this day), and with a toothy grin, turn back to Ewan. The arms you had by each other's back slowly glide down against each other as you pull away and tell him something that makes him smirk and nod.

And then, your hands are by each other's wrists, dangling beside each other. Next thing that happens, you're holding hands and you're pulling him away.

Ewan follows you with no fuss. [EDIT IN SCREAMING SOUNDS] As you lead him off, you stop and await him to your side. Once he's close enough, you turn to him from over your shoulder and say something.

In reaction to whatever you said, Ewan smirks and shrugs. He points to the distance and, for some reason, you laugh really hard at that.

[REALLY LOUD GROANING, GROWLING, RABID NOISES]

à la ai generated voice: What the,,, [...] [...] [monotonous but loud] FUCKINGSHITFUCKINGFUCKFUCKINGFATHERFUCKINGFUCKERSHITCUNTRATGREMLINAYAYAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA [...] [...] did you just unleash upon this cursed land question mark (?)

[cyberkiss2uu]

shadow wizard money gang.. we looove casting spells !! [prophetic screwup]

theyre soooo silly ugh ... cuteness aggression... one day ill figure out how to draw muscles so chip can be tits out but until then he gets a boob window i make the rules. yes i do ^_^ also the rose on his belt was supposed 2 be a reference to the black rose pirates but im still not far into jrwi yet so idk how i feel ab it im only on ep 24 dont flame me lads... ill definitely update gills design i didnt want to do too much w him all scrunched up like that ☝️ and jays will get some tweaking too i just saw this shirt on pinterest w sleeves like that and wanted a reason 2 draw em hehe..

and bonus because i got to the musical eps nearing the end of this drawing and was like. if this was a pic it was taken 3 seconds before jay snapped out of her disassociation [of which naturally comes from being trapped on a ship with men] and threw up finger guns just to piss chip off. his like full body disgust at it in ep 23 sent me into STITCHES theyre so effortlessly funny

[link for the 3d model ship used as bg can be found here !!] [jays shirt ref] [og pose lol]

[yaniiiiism]

but no one can stop the time, i know -h.js 🍢

❀┆pairing : han jisung x fem!reader ͏ ❀┆ info : oneshot , a lot of fluff , cutesy , highschool love (cough cough) , short ! ❀┆ personas + bg : highschoolers ; classmates ; nerdy , funny , flirty, loverboy , head-over-heels jisung, reader matches his energy <3 ❀┆ word count : 3.1k ❀┆warnings : cute af i wanna squish him :< notes at the end !!

˖ㅤㅤ۫ㅤㅤ ♡ ㅤ۫ㅤ ೀ ˖ㅤㅤ۫ㅤㅤㅤ✧

happy hannie day ᡣ𐭩

✦ ! i fell in love with you unexpectedly, i think it's so sweet, my baby.

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It was a weekday like any other, the kind that slipped through the cracks of senior year, unnoticed in the blur of exams and deadlines.

The late afternoon sun filtered through the classroom windows, casting golden beams across the desks. The faint murmur of students packing up and chattering about weekend plans filled the room, but a certain fluffy-haired guy's focus was elsewhere.

He sat at his desk, fingers lightly drumming on the surface, his guitar case leaning beside him. Across the room, she sat with her head bent low over her notebook, the tip of her pen moving in quick, precise strokes.

Her brow furrowed slightly, lips parted as she was focused. The golden light hit her hair just right, creating a soft halo around her, the strands cascading down her back in waves of deep black.

The loverboy had always admired how she seemed to glow when she was lost in thought.

He swallowed hard, his eyes tracing the delicate curve of her face, the way her lashes cast faint shadows on her cheeks, the tiny mole just beneath her left eye that he’d noticed a thousand times before but never tired of admiring. His heart did a small, familiar somersault—something it had become accustomed to doing whenever he looked at her for too long.

Ask her, idiot, he urged himself, his pulse quickening. It was just a study session—completely innocent. Yet somehow, the idea of spending that extra time with her made his stomach churn with nerves, excitement mixing with anxiety in a way that left him breathless.

"And then Lino hyung almost choked me with tis..- ..ssues."

What?

Jisung barely blinked, still half-lost in his thoughts about something, or rather someone.

"Interesting," he mumbled, eyes fixed on the way the sunlight caught the edge of her notebook.

The guy next to him narrowed his eyes and snapped his fingers in front of his face. "Dude, are you even listening?"

Jisung jolted, pushing up his glasses awkwardly. “Uh, yeah..! Minho hyung, tissues. Totally with you.”

The blonde groaned, running a hand through his hair. “You’re hopeless, man. Just ask her out already.”

Jisung’s face turned red as he shot Hyunjin a panicked glance. "What? What are you talking about?"

“You’ve been all heart eyes for her for the last fifteen minutes. Ugh, young love,” His best friend normally let out a dramatic sigh.

"You're only a year older..!" Jisung grumbled under his breath, trying to focus back on his notes. "I wasn’t staring at anybody,"

Taking a deep breath, the guy pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and finally got up from his desk, raising a question out of his friend's mouth.

"Hey- where are you-" he frowned, shaking his head at his best friend's usual lover-self. "Typical Jisung.." He mumbled.

Meanwhile, Jisung was quietly walking up to the desk, only a few steps ahead from his, each step making his heart thud a beat quicker.

And then, he was right in front of her desk. Her hands, firmly holding onto the black ink pen, black streaks of hair framing her face like the icing of a cake.

"Hey," The guy formed the first word, much to his surprise.

He saw her lifting her head, doe-like eyes meeting his. For a moment, the rest of the classroom blurred, and it was just the two of them for him. "Oh, hey, Jisung."

He could swear he almost fainted right there and then, at her gaze. It was as if time had stopped — her eyes seem to hold certain depth which nobody could identify.

"What are you noting?" He replied, an awkward smile etching his lips as he leaned onto the desk, ever too lightly.

"Oh, nothing, just some calculus.. it's been irritating me for 2 days now," She chuckled slightly.

"Ah, I see," He tried for casual, but there was an edge of nervous energy in his voice. "If you want, I can try helping you, you know since the test is near as well,"

Her eyes softened, "I'd appreciate that, but I think the free period's ending in five minutes..?"

"Oh."

"Well, I-I uh, didn't realise that," He chuckled nervously, glancing to his own desk, and earning a fake cough from the same, where his wingman was tiredly spectating the scene unfold, ever so slowly, probably motioning, god get it together, do something!

"Actually! My uh, dorm’s empty tonight. It’d be quieter there than the library."

Han, are you crazy?

He was already sensing his dorm-mate shooting him sharp daggers from his desk, clearly disturbed by his stupid move. Guess Hyunjin'll have to spend another evening at the crowded dance studio.

Anyway, the girl's eyes softened, and a small smile curled on her lips, the kind that made his chest tighten. "You’re inviting me to your dorm?" she teased, her voice lilting with amusement.

He chuckled, trying to mask his rising heartbeat. "Uh, yeah, for math, obviously. I’m not secretly planning to serenade you with guitar solos or anything."

"Shame," she grinned, closing her notebook. "But yeah, I’d love to. I could use some extra help with derivatives."

"Cool, yeah. Same here, d-derivatives, right." he replied, trying to sound nonchalant. But inside, his nerves buzzed, and he could already hear Hyunjin's teasing in his head.

~

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, eyes rolling. “Derivatives, huh?”

Jisung groaned, burying his face in his hands. “Shut up.”

“No, no, that was smooth,” Hyunjin continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “My dorm’s empty tonight. Real subtle, loverboy. You really think she’s buying the whole study excuse?”

~

The dorm was quiet by the time she arrived, too quiet, almost like the room had been waiting for this moment. The guy had spent the past half-hour tidying things up—scattering textbooks and notebooks across the floor to make it look like they’d been studying all day.

His guitar, ever-present, leaned in the corner of the room, a few half-finished music sheets peeking out from beneath his laptop. He had left the window slightly open, letting the cool evening breeze flow in, carrying with it the distant sounds of the campus winding down.

When the doorbell rang, his heart jumped. He crossed the room quickly and opened the door. There she was, standing in the warm glow of the hallway light, her eyes bright and curious.

"Hey," he said, smiling that wide, gummy smile that never failed to make him feel a little self-conscious.

"Hey," she replied, stepping inside. Her gaze wandered around the room, taking in the slight mess of papers, the cozy clutter of his space. "Seems cozy," She chuckled.

The room was modest, with a bed pushed against one wall and a desk cluttered with papers and notebooks. His guitar leaned against the corner, its polished wood catching the last rays of sunlight. The space felt inviting, a reflection of Jisung’s quiet, creative world.

Jisung shut the door behind her, trying to steady his nerves. “I hope it’s not too messy. I wasn’t sure if I should clean up or leave it as it is.”

“It’s fine,” she said, her gaze returning to him. There was a soft smile on her lips, and Jisung’s heart skipped a beat. “I like it. Feels warm.”

They settled down on the floor, their backs resting against the bed. Jisung gestured to the array of textbooks and notes spread out in front of them. “So, um, let’s get started?”

She nodded, her smile widening. She sat cross-legged on the floor, her book open in front of her. The guy couldn’t help but notice how her eyes sparkled with a mixture of curiosity and amusement as she flipped through the pages. He found himself studying her, taking in every detail—the way the corner of her mouth turned up slightly when she was concentrating, the way her fingers moved gracefully over the pages.

As they worked through the problems, there were moments when their hands brushed against each other, each touch sending a jolt of electricity up Jisung’s arm.

He tried to focus on the calculus problems in front of him, but his mind kept drifting back to her, to the way she looked under the dim light of the room.

Her hair fell over her shoulders in soft waves, framing her face like a dark, silken curtain. The light from the lamp cast a gentle glow on her features, highlighting the delicate curve of her cheek and the soft, pink hue of her lips. There was a tiny mole just beneath her left eye that Jisung found himself staring at, mesmerized by its subtle perfection.

Every now and then, the girl too, would glance up at him, her gaze catching his. When their eyes met, there was a moment of shared understanding, a silent conversation that seemed to speak louder than words. The room seemed to pulse with the unspoken connection between them, a tension that was both exciting and comforting.

At one point, her gaze lingered on Jisung’s face, her eyes tracing the lines of his features with a look of soft contemplation. She noticed the way his bangs fell over his eyes, the dark strands brushing against his glasses. There was something so endearing about his shy, boyish demeanour, and she found herself captivated by the way he looked in the dim light.

Jisung caught her looking and felt a flush of warmth spread across his cheeks. He tried to look away, but found himself drawn back to her. The soft, steady rhythm of her breathing, the way her eyes shone with an almost ethereal light—it was all too mesmerizing.

Without realizing it, she found herself reaching out, her fingers brushing gently against his temple. The touch was light, almost tentative, as she tucked his bangs behind his ear. Jisung’s breath hitched, his heart pounding as he felt the delicate warmth of her hand against his skin.

Her eyes were locked on his, their closeness making the rest of the world seem to fade away. There was a tender smile on her lips, and her gaze was filled with something he couldn’t quite define—perhaps a mixture of affection and something deeper.

“Sorry.. t-they were getting in the way,” she murmured softly, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Jisung’s heart felt like it had stopped for a moment. Her touch, her words—they all seemed to meld into a single, perfect moment. He looked into her eyes, seeing a depth there that made him feel as if he were falling into an endless, beautiful abyss.

Before he could fully process what was happening, she had leaned in. Her lips brushed against his with a softness that sent shivers down his spine. The kiss was gentle, almost hesitant, but it carried with it a depth of emotion that spoke louder than any words could.

Jisung responded instinctively, his hand finding its way to her cheek, his thumb gently caressing her skin. The kiss deepened, their lips moving together in a slow, tender rhythm. It was as if time itself had stopped, leaving only the two of them in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy.

When they finally pulled away, their foreheads rested together, and the room seemed to exhale, the tension melting away into something soft and comforting.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that to happen."

 ೀ⠀. . . ﹙love = u + i﹚.

a/n ♡︎

HAPPY JISUNG DAY YALL <3 wrote this quick for the loml ♡︎ i love this man sm its crazY also chp2 for stars and raindrops comes tmr !! plz reblog/comment/like if u like my fics <33 made another spam acc for skz @loveforseung ALSO I HAVE AO3 NOW !! user's same as @loveforseung go follow !! also making a masterlist for all of my posts, plz lmk if u wanna be a part of it ! <3 have a good day ~ – love, yani ♥︎

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