#hello. bread. 👋

[m1d-45]

Hello I'm back :)))

I had a rough exam season and took some time to rest so now I'm interacting with ppl again

Now pls let me know what you think of the Zhongli statue? I'm honestly going nuts over it

Fun fact: the gold bits on his hair and hand means ppl are frequently rubbing it, like those dog statues with golden snoots🥰🥰

I LOVED THE STATUE IT WAS SO GREAT SEEING THAT I COULD GET IT AFTER DOING THE WEB EVENT

side note the art kn the web event was so PRETTY MAN like !!! for what purpose. what need was there to make him look so nice. for what.

morax my beloved. zhongli is so SILLY as a character and i’m genuinely somewhat surprised they gave us a statue of an archon like that tbh. i will find some way some how to put it in my teapot though—reminds me i need to redecorate like half my layouts ough—and probably make a ridiculous shrine for it or something for the fun of it. most normal genshin impact player.

[yahyabkheet-blog]

Hello 👋

We are living the most difficult days of war, of killing, destruction, and hunger. We are living at the height of genocide and famine 📍🚨🍉

The southern Gaza Strip entered a very difficult famine, similar to the famine in the northern Gaza Strip

Vegetables and meat are not fully available in the markets, and if they are available, their price is so high that no one can buy them

There is a scarcity of flour availability due to the inability of UNRWA to enter flour trucks and deliver it to citizens. There is only flour that contains weevils and worms.

For more than a month, our food consisted of processed canned food and bad bread

Please help me so that I can buy some vegetables for my children 👧 👧👶🙏💔

My child, Dima, loves fried potatoes. The price of one kilogram is $23, and the price of a bottle of frying oil is $15. Every day she wakes up and asks me to buy potatoes for her.

My child, Anas, loves eggs. The price of one egg is $2.3

The price of one kilo of flour is $16

My child, Mira, cries every day at night and cannot sleep because her stomach hurts from hunger

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Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #110 )

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[melondecarabia]

hey there 👋 may i suggest a smut one with alan as a follow up of your hc? we are DEPRIVED here ;) dom reader x unexperienced-touchstarved if possible. go wild with it for the rest, whatever you feel

˙⟡ like a prayer 

alan x dominant fem reader 

smut, comfort 

mdni! 

authors note: and i did go wild. this is what listening to madonna in the morning does to you. also, this is my first full length smut fic.

tw: insecure and touchstarved alan, passing out, heresy? SMUT! crying

This is a cycle he started himself, so why is he nervous? 

He's the one who insisted on fixing the door of the dorm. 

He's the one who insisted it wouldn't be trouble. 

Even after only a few days of speaking to each other, it was clear that you'd be the type of person to pay things back, even with insistence that it wasn't necessary. And that could've been a simple, one time exchange. But, overhearing that your couch was unstable, only one passing memory of sharing fresh, homebaked bread was enough to start the cycle. 

"Hi Alan! You hungry yet? Let me tell you, I got a good deal on those soup ingredients-" It's too sudden to give a reaction. The friendly smile distracts, the excited voice makes a staggering blow, and the guiding touch is a knockout. But he doesn't make any attempt to shake it off, even if the warmth feels like a thousand needles. Because it feels like fitting punishment. 

Words or actions aren't needed here. In fact, you specifically tell him to relax on the chair you've pulled out, leaving his shoulder to sting like a bleeding cut in the absence of warmth. It's both frustrating and calming to watch you wipe down the kitchen counter, with nothing to do but stare at the action. 

That plain white t-shirt makes you look like one of the angels depicted downstairs. "Alan? Do you want croutons with your soup?" He's never been religious, but something about that question is connected with communion bread in the moment. Wait, there's a question being asked. "Yeah. Yes, sure." And that's all that the leaden tongue he's got can do right now. Ah. This table needs a new coat of lacquer. 

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Alan acts like a skittish stray whenever you two are alone, but keeps coming back. At least the plates set in front of him always get thoroughly cleaned, and there's yet to be any complaints. Would he keep silent about his dislikes or uncomfortability? Hopefully, the answer is no. The sleeves of the slightly crumpled shirt on him are rolled down, even with the warm weather. 

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Alan hadn't even noticed the figure slightly crouching closeby. He feels the need to sever eye contact to avoid any disrespect. It's much easier to look at how the white cotton falls on- oh. No bra? Uh- "The desk. One of the legs- it's loose, right? Yeah." Please have mercy. In an effort to not choke on a deafening heartbeat, he gets to fetching the toolbox set atop a wooden wardrobe. It'd be better for the both of you if you'd just… let him fix everything in the dorm while you're away. And never say anything about it. Ever. 

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The reaching motion reveals the skin between cuff and glove, blooming with shades between violent purple and nauseating green. "What happened?" It's an obvious reason to express concern, but Alan flinches like a little bird. People call the tall man dangerous, yet he acts scared to be eaten alive by you. Well, that's sort of reasonable, what with some desires yet to be said out loud. His mouth moves without sound, but freezes with a light touch to inspect the bruises. 

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The only thing being processed between pierced ears at the moment is the thumb lightly resting on the pulse point of his thick wrist, and the sound of the deep sea that only Alan could hear right now. A sudden need for water becomes clear. 

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His face has changed color from pale and sickly to strawberry red concerningly quickly. That, combined with the unresponsiveness to questions about the origin of your concerns, gives reason to call for some help. "Hello? You look like you're about to pass out. Sit down for now, okay?" At least he won't fall over and hit his head now. With that out of the way, the phone is left back in- 

"Alan?" A gentle grasp motions for you to stay. Well, it could hardly be described as a grasp, as the delicate touch barely even registered at first. "Don't." Not a command, but a soft plead. The vacant look changes with the brush of three digits against heated cheekbone, to something resembling more the face of a man seeking salvation. 

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He already felt selfish the first time you'd said his name. He's a greedy monster, for even considering to reach out a hand to stop you. But all that this body can do at the moment, is lean in to get as much contact as possible. A bolt of lightning strikes at the gentleness of a palm on his cheek, and the electric shivers shut down any protesting thoughts. Only the warmth of your presence matters here. For the first time ever, the world is quiet. 

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He seems satisfied with kneeling on the floor, and is no longer changing into concerning colors, as far as his face goes. The forearms, on the other hand… "Sweetheart? Could you tell me where you got those bruises, please?" A brief furrow of brows gets schooled back into neutrality within a second. You flick away a newly forming droplet as apology for breaking the silence, which gains a pleased hum. "Was sparring. Nothing much…" A reluctant mumble. The only person he regularly spars with is Sho, and even if the blond had managed to land a surprise kick or punch, they don't bruise like this. Time to play bad cop for a bit. "Sweetheart. These don't look like they came from a fight. What really happened?" 

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Every lie, no matter how few he's told you, always get caught. Angels really are all-seeing. Or was that just god? "Car jack gave out. Nothing's broken." He had sighed the confession, and at the moment, he hoped you wouldn't say anything. He hoped you'd never see him again, and he hoped that you'd look at him forever. He hoped that you'd leave right now, and he hoped that you'd stay in place together. The slightest glimpse of a worried face had his eyes screwing shut. He prayed you would forgive him for thinking about you. 

Another hand joins to grasp his jawline. Both brows are caressed with feather light touches, and Alan fears he might go blind if he looks at you again. Pity would stab, and disappointment would kill. But this needs to be resolved, and your face as the last image his eyes see was already something desired late at night. The heaviest boulder in existence knocks the breath out of his lungs, and settles at the pit of his stomach with the vision of a smile. It's grounding, even with the helium replacing oxygen at the moment. "Alan." A fond voice. "You're important to me. Please, if you won't do it, let me take care of you. I want to." 

What expression can a person make when witnessing a miracle? Disbelief? Wonder? What takes over is the clarity of acceptance. 

All of the monstrous strength that came with an infernal encounter is stripped away. It's scary, but you're here. "Okay." And weakness takes over, all power spent to lean on clothed thighs. He can't bring himself to stain you with touch, but those thoughts melt away when his hair is blessed by soft caressing. "You're so beautiful. I want to look at you for the rest of time." 

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A sound of confusion for your statement. His dark eyelashes glitter with dewdrops, and you can't stop speaking now. 

"Soft lips," Your thumb swipes at the slightly cracked, yet plush lower lip. A swipe of tongue wets it just after being released. 

"Pretty eyes," It continues to travel just below the lashline. Fluttery movement gives a kiss of thanks. 

"Handsome nose," Eyes cross when his gaze follows the movement trailing the bridge of it. His heartbeat follows the rhythm of the words being spoken. 

"Cute ears," A new, softer blush settles all over as the piercings move lightly when you fiddle with his lobes. This may cause a problem. 

"A lovely neck," The problem is rising faster than expected, especially as your hands trail to his clavicle. 

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"Wait." A last attempt to stay sane. There's already a strongly contrasting hardness to the softness you're offering, and he can't let it break whatever image you have, even if it's false. Now, to choose. How does he hide it? Shuffling his knees was clearly the wrong answer, as your keen eyes already stare down. Damn it. "Sweetheart?" Eye contact is out of the question right now, so a nod will have to do as acknowledgement. "Would you let me admire you more? Hah? You clearly saw the, well, his excitement? But your expression hasn't soured, like it should've. "If you want to continue, just nod. I'll take care of you. If you don't, just shake your head. We can do something else. We could have dinner or watch a movie." 

Alan's not that smart, but this question would be difficult to answer, even with all the wisdom in the world. You seem to notice the hesitancy to choose. "I would like to sleep with you, Alan. I want to do everything nice, unpleasant and boring with you, for the rest of my life. You deserve everything good." Static fills the room. "I love you." And there's only certainty and affection in your eyes. Your face. Your whole being. So, he'll believe in you. 

With little movement, he accepts. Alan is glad he did, as the smile on your lips widened, and met the one on his. Soft lips… and a flavor of peach. A marathon is easy work, but the kiss has him gasping for air after 10 seconds. "Don't wanna hurt you." That would shatter him. "I know you won't. If you're scared, just grasp your hands together like this. Okay?" Your hands bring his own together to something like a prayer. Fingers lapping over the others. It's fitting, in this building and position, in front of you. 

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A wordless instruction makes the man move, to face your place on the bed. He's tall, even like this, and the head of dark hair almost reaches to chest height. All attention is concentrated on the movement of hands trailing from knees to tied waistband. A hitch of breath can be heard when the knot is pulled open. Cute. "Come a bit closer, okay?" Even with the wonders of the anomalous world, you've never seen his eyes shine quite like this, as the clothing moves to uncover your intimacy. 

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Alan's mouth is both dry and filled with drool at the same time, and is swallowed down slowly. This is like a familiar dream, but a tightening of the left hand assures it's real. A motion of recently bared leg makes him jump, then sigh with relief as it settles between his own, and a gentle hand guides him to rest on the top of your thighs. Even if clouds can't be touched, the silkiness is what he's always imagined the texture to be like anyway. The sudden rocking motion of your calf against his erection pulls a deep gasp, but gets suffocated by hiding his face in the valley formed below. 

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A groan forms when you keep repeating the motion, and he finally lifts his head to seek mercy. Even through the thick uniform slacks, his size is clearly significant. So, in order to prepare, your left leg remains in place for his hips to keep grinding against, and the right is lifted up on the bed. "Wanna eat me out?" There's already a faraway look present, but it's broken with the question. An eager nod gives the sign for needed instructions, and you move his head to look where the white of the t-shirt ends. Just as you're about to explain, a broad tongue interrupts by settling on the opening and dragging upwards. It takes a moment to gather your words back from where they left with the sigh caused by that. "Just like that. Focus on that spot, yeah?" Index, middle and ring fingers help point to the gathering of nerves. "It's really sensitive, and makes me feel good. Get me to cum once, and we'll move on. Okay, sweetheart?" There's a growing want to squish his cheeks, and that's what you do, before clutching the sheets to stay grounded. 

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The taste is salty, but not like sweat, or even tears. It's really good. Tough to keep going though, as when his tongue digs deeper to get more, the distracting movement below starts again. Hah… really concentrating all focus on continuing his mission, Alan squeezes his hands together for some clarity. Trailing back up to the point that had been highlighted, your leg moves a bit stronger against the drenched fabric. It felt good… but he needs more of everything. So, wrapping his lips where his tongue stopped, a harsh sucks triggers a moan of satisfaction. You liked that… so the action is repeated, again, and again, with the feeling of pressure building up on both sides. Every nerve is on fire, all senses are stimulated. Scent, taste, touch, hearing, and even sight as he catches your pleased expression even through blurring eyes. 

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He's making so much noise down there… A pleasant jolt strikes that thought down as the wet muscle starts lapping up slick before it can drip down. Rewarding Alan with a different angle to rut against, the slightly coarse appendage goes even deeper, with the bridge of his nose hitting a sensitive spot. Both of your hips are stuttering as an oncoming sign of being close to the finish line. There might not be experience on his part, but determination is clearly enough- he gives a loud groan as response to being squished between your thighs. 

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Just a bit more. Hands squeeze together even tighter. Just a bit longer until… The pressure is increasing in the pit of his stomach, just above where he can't stop his hips from rolling. Needs more of this… And another harsh suck coats his tongue with more of your flavor, and a last movement against each other sparks a flash of light that knocks him out for a few minutes. 

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Just barely awake, the man is drooling in your lap with heaving shoulders. His focus is starting to come back, after a few minutes of getting to play with his surprisingly soft hair. There's still a twitching motion against your calf. "Good job, honey. Thank you." What an adorable smile he gives after a few kisses against his forehead. You'd give him a thousand more, every day. "What-uh, what's next?" This shade of pink fits him so well. "Sit on the bed, okay?" After a moment to process the request, he settles against the sturdy headboard. You take the opportunity to shed the last piece of clothing to some dark corner of the room. Now, to uncover him… 

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Alan was already satisfied once, but the sight of your bare chest somehow gets him even harder. He's managed to keep his hands together all this time, and not even a hint of bruise red can be seen on you… It worked. Good. "May I undress you?" You're glowing. It's easy to picture snow colored wings to frame this image- right, all his clothes are still on. With a nod, one by one the buttons of his shirt are opened. The cool air sends shivers all over, but static takes over with your fingers trailing the path down to the waistband, which is completely drenched by now. "Haaaahhhhh…" The warmth of a palm sends out a shockwave, a complete opposite against the cold fabric. He leans back, and sets focus on the ceiling. A button opens, followed by the zipper. Now, the last thing covering him is a pair of dark gray boxers. "Lift your hips a little, please?" Immediate action is rewarded with freedom, as the clothing is pulled down. A sigh of relief… broken by a low moan from himself, as a soft hand wraps around his dick. 

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Huh. The flushed tip nearly slapped his own belly button, and the shaft itself struggles to stay up under it's own weight. Alan's nearly crying… He should cry a bit more, in your opinion. Not from sadness, though. From pleasure. With only the unbuttoned uniform shirt and vest remaining, they've shifted aside to reveal muscle cushioned by smooth flesh. The skin under your index finger shivers, and then jumps as when it reaches a pebbled nipple. Satisfying. Crossed hands rest just below his heaving ribcage. "Alan? Lay down, so your head is on the pillows, okay?" Did you just hear a whimper? 

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You're settled just above his dick, which has started to twitch to the tune of a thundering heartbeat. So much is happening, and already has happened, yet it feels peaceful. The hands that brush against his chest feel more intense than a thousand beatings, and he's comforted by it. Hah- you're grabbing his dick. Okay- 

All coherent thought leaves Alan's head immediately. All he can do to stay on the mortal plane right now, is to clasp his hands together even tighter. His abdomen caves as tears well up. He might die right now. Just a glance down- you're not even halfway down, but the pressure is at 80% already. Haahh. 

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He's shaking like an autumn leaf right now, and there's a few teardrops rolling down already. Almost there… The burn of the stretch is noticeable, but not impossible to handle. Certainly worth it for this view as well. Huh? A look back up confirms it. Soundless cries are accompanied by tears and a heaving chest for each movement you make. The two of you are almost completely connected, so… you drop down the rest of the way. A warm feeling gathers inside you, and it's not just the emotion of love. 

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Can't see anything but stars… Ah. Is that ceiling…? Was it a dream? Where- Still here. A white ring has formed where you stretch around him. Focus. Focus on your hands. Okay- so unfair. Both of your hands are playing with his chest, squeezing, rolling, and pinching. Alan realizes he might, and most likely will, pass out very soon. Working out hasn't helped in the slightest with this situation. The room is a bit dim, with the only sources of light coming from the kitchen and faded sunlight through the window, but they illuminate your silhouette. The unshed tears left make everything a bit hard to see, but the halo crowning you is clearer than anything could ever be. "Alan." A distant voice echoes. 

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He's silent, but reacts with a smile. Not the usual, subdued one. This one shows off sharp canines, and his brows aren't furrowed, but instead relaxed, despite the flowing tears. There's no prettier smile in existence, you realize. Or sight. Or sound, which is the low groan he makes in harmony with the first roll of your hips. Love and lust may be clouding the air here, but it's the truth to you. Flushed cheeks, comparable with rosy afternoon clouds, and tears, to rival stars in the cold night. Alan's chest heaves with stutters at the feeling of velvet dragging him to heaven. Pressure builds back up with each up-and-down, and as much as you'd like to keep staring at him for days on end, there's no stopping now. 

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Alan's not a masochist, but the pain that increases with each moment closer to another orgasm feels really damn good. He lifts his head in hopes that you'd give another kiss. Was it said out loud, or did you hear his prayer? Not sure, but the sweet kiss you set on his lips is so fulfilling, his eyes roll back, and he manages to reach ecstacy yet again. 

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You can feel his body shudder and relax with a final groan. And with a couple movements, you join him in the bright light that only appears behind closed eyes. 

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It takes a good ten minutes of breathing to even consider moving. The silence gives a good moment to admire his sleeping form. Alan really looks like an angel. But, instead of wings, dark eyelashes flutter with each light touch to his jawline. 

Unfortunately, the need to drink water keeps growing. The motion to get off of his hips is stopped by a large hand on your thigh. 

…those pleading eyes are lethal. 

[superiorsturgeon]

Ruby: *knocking* Jaune? I’m here to help fix up Crocea Mors!

Ruby: …hm…it’s not like Jaune to not answer the door…I hope he’s okay…!

Ruby: *tests door handle and finds it unlocked* …hello…? Jaune?

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

Ruby: What’s that slapping sound? Could that be Jaune and Pyrrha…?! 😳

Ruby: They must have forgotten I was coming over! I need to get out of here before-

Pyrrha: *walks up behind Ruby* Hello, Ruby! 👋 😊

Ruby: AAAHHH!!! PYRRHA!!! 😱

Ruby: Wait, if you’re here, then who…? 🤔

Ruby: *pushes door open*

Jaune: *furiously kneading and slapping bread dough* Get gluten! Get gluten! Get gluten! 🍞

[heaven-s-black-box]

Definitely a Date- Lyney x Neuvillette's child!Reader

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Recovery date: April 18th, 2024

Description: Hello 👋, I just wanted to say I loved the Neuvillette story and I would like to see a continuation where the relationship with Lyney and the reader was explored, but if it's not to much to ask I'd also like some more context with the relationship between Neuvillette and the readers mother.

Notes: This work was recovered in conjunction with @crystalkat6747, we thank her for her contribution. This was fun, and ended up being super long. I clearly have favorites, lol.

Part: 1 2 3 4

Word count: 2 699

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"I’m going out with Lyney today,” Y/n said before taking another bite of their croissant. “We might leave the city.”

“Very well, I won’t wait for you at dinner time.” Neuvillette stopped spreading the jam on his bread. “And if you could, ask him to stop climbing up to your window. He’s going to get arrested one of these times.”

Y/n inhaled sharply and began choking on their food. They grabbed their tea cup and chugged the drink before coughing some more. Neuvillette watched them carefully, pushing his chair back in case he needed to help.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m-” they coughed some more, “I’m fine,” they wheezed. “I didn’t think you knew about that,” they muttered, pouring themself more tea.

“I had my suspicions, but that was how he came looking for you the other day.”

Y/n cringed a bit at the mention of the other day. It had been three days since they and their siblings had scared their father shitless, and a day since the twins had gone back to Liyue where they were currently running a small legal business. In that time Y/n had stayed close to their father and been helping around the Palais Mermonia; whether it was their way of making up for scaring him or them trying to comfort themself was uncertain.

“On a different topic, I’ve been giving your question some thought.” Y/n’s brows furrowed in confusion. “About why your mother and I are no longer together.”

“Oh.”

“I believe it was as I said before, my duty as your father is to protect you, and your mother did not believe we could do that here. She’d always taken the prophecy seriously, and as the water level began to rise she became more anxious about what might happen. However, I refused to abandon my duties here and while she could not make you leave with her– at least you would have somewhere outside of Fontain you could go.”

“I’m guessing there was more to it?”

A small smile pulled at Neuvillette’s lips. “Yes, but it doesn’t concern you.”

Y/n leaned their chin on their palm and watched their father as he flipped to the next page of the Steambird. His eyes were solemn in a way akin to how they looked after a trial. They’d always known that he hadn’t liked the idea of the divorce, but they’d also gotten the feeling it was partly because he blamed himself. After their mother had left Fontain, he’d made it a point to spend his lunch break with them and take them to see shows they expressed interest in as though he were trying to make up for his previous absence caused by work.

In fact, they’d been in the audience together when Lyney and Lynette had debuted in the Opera Epiclese.

“So, when-”

A knock echoed through the house and Y/n rushed to the front door, Neuvillette close behind.

“Hey,” Y/n breathed out.

“Good morning, Y/n.” Neuvillette heard Lyney say just before he turned the corner. To his surprise, the magician was not in his usual clothes. Instead he was dressed in black slacks and a red dress shirt, sans his usual hat. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, let me just-ah!”

Y/n turned around to find their father standing at the end of the hallway.

“Enjoy your day.”

“Mhm,” Y/n nodded.

Lyney held out his arm for Y/n to take, and they waved goodbye to their father before stepping outside and linking their arm with his. Neuvillette watched them walk down the street, arm in arm, before closing the door to finish his morning routine.

“Nice outfit,” Y/n hummed, leaning into the magician’s side.

“Thank you, you look good too.”

They walked past shops with windows full of mechanical toys and fancy jewelry, occasionally stopping to talk about the items on sale. Y/n shared the story of  a new line of accessories they came across, and how the melusine who was sourcing the material had gifted them one of the first watches made. Lyney smiled as they went on about how pretty the watches circuitry was, which ended with them asking about Freminet’s recent inventions.

Lyney was more than happy to share about Pers’ latest upgrade as they headed towards Cafe Lutece. 

“What are we doing here?” Y/n wondered aloud as Lyney led them up to the counter.

“Grabbing snacks.”

Y/n shrugged, and ordered a batch of conch madeleines. When they turned back from getting their mora out, they found the exact change already on the counter. They turned to Lyney who grinned and pulled them away to a table where they could wait.

“I could have paid for myself.”

“It’s no problem, I like treating you when we go out.”

Y/n let out a fond sigh as a white box was set on the table. The young adults thanked the shop owner before Lyney took the lead once again, dragging Y/n to the aquabus station.

They boarded the Navia line and found themselves reminiscing about the recent flooding of the nation at the mention of their friend. The melusine went on with her speech, occasionally catching the interest of the two as she pointed out animals nearby. Y/n let their head rest against Lyney’s shoulder, unable to see the way the tips of his ears turned red.

In the sky, the sun shone brightly– unobstructed by clouds.

“You know…” Lyney started once they’d separated from the rest of the aquabus riders on their way towards the Opera Epiclese, “when we uncovered the whole scheme behind my first show here, I had nightmares for a week straight that you’d been the one drawn.”

He squeezed their hand but didn’t look at them. His eyes were trained forward as they turned away from the rainbow roses lining the path to look at him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the frown adorning their lips.

“What brought that up?”

Lyney’s eyes flickered to their before he looked away again and started steering them towards the Icewind Suite installation.

“I figured you’d be home the other day, and when Monsieur Neuviellette barged into your room and you weren’t there…” He trailed off. “I’m not saying you have to tell someone everytime you go out,” he backtracked frantically when he caught Y/n looking away. “It was just, so unlike you to disappear like that.”

“Sorry. For scaring you guys, I mean.”

The two fell silent as they took a seat along the edge of the installation. Lyney set the box of treats between them and Y/n leaned back on their hands to watch the dancing machines.

“Oh, one, I’m supposed to tell you to stop climbing up to my window before you get arrested. Apparently the other day wasn’t the first time father’s caught you.” Lyney nearly choked on a blubber profiterole as his face turned nearly the same color as his vision, making Y/n laugh. “Secondly, why did you come looking for me the other day?”

Lyney stumbled over his words for a minute, still stuck in a coughing fit as he regretted not bringing anything to drink.

“I-” he coughed a bit more, “I wanted to tell you that Lynette and I got a show in Sumeru.”

“Really?” Y/n gasped, clapping their hands together. “That’s amazing, when is it?”

“A few months out, but Lynette and I have to visit the venue sometime next month to make sure everything will work.”

“That sounds fun.”

Y/n took a bite of one of the madeleines, turning back to the sweeping dance. Lyney propped his elbows up on his knees and leaned against his palms, watching them.

They looked over at him from the corner of their eye before inclining their head in confusion.

“What?”

“I want you to come with us.”

“For the show?” Y/n asked around another mouthful of madeleine. They shielded their mouth with their hand before swallowing. “Obviously, if you need me backstage.”

“No, well yes, but I mean next month. I want you to help us make a unique trick for our first international show.” Y/n stopped mid bite as Lyney continued. “I know right now you just come and go as you please, and that’s fine if you want to keep working at the Palais Mermonia, but I want to offer you a proper position in our show.”

Y/n sat up straight and stared at their half eaten madeleine for a moment before popping it into their mouth. 

“I’ll think about it,” they said after they finished it.

The answer seemed to satisfy Lyney as the magician smiled and turned to watch the dancing mechanisms. Across from them, the sun began to droop low enough that it washed out the show– its light glancing off the shiny metal and into the audience's eyes. They took this, and the completed sweets, as a sign that it was time to move on.

Lyney once again took the lead, looping his arm around Y/n’s and leading them back to the aquabus station.

Once back in the main court, he dragged them off to hotel debord where they had dinner before he once again dragged them off without an explanation.

“Alright, I wasn’t going to ask, but what’s all this about?” Y/n laughed as the magician dragged them through the court.

Streetlight had already turned on as the sun was hidden behind the high walls of the court. Lyney was no longer holding their arm but had a tight hold on their hand as they raced through the city.

“I haven’t seen you in four days, need to make up for lost time,” he laughed.

Lyney dragged them all the way out of the city before he slowed down again so they could walk side by side. He gently swung their hands back and forth, smiling as they ran their fingers over some of the calluses on his. They followed a practiced path down to the beach as the sun cast a golden glow over the landscape.

Y/n stopped suddenly when they hit the sand, causing Lyney to be yanked back, and took a deep breath. Lyney found himself smiling at this as he took off his shoes and socks.

A gentle tap at their knee lowered Y/n’s gaze to their feet Where Lyney was kneeling.

“What are you doing?” They asked, feeling their face heat up.

The magician grinned and carefully raised one of their feet to his knee where he began to take off their shoe.

“Taking your shoes off.” They yelped and grabbed his shoulders to balance themself as he removed the shoe and sock. “Other one.”

“I can definitely do that myself,” they laughed awkwardly.

“But I’m trying to spoil you,” he hummed as he set their other, now bare, foot down. He wrapped his arms around their legs and rested his chin against their abdomen. “Now how about a swim?”

“Are you trying to get me in my underwear?” They laughed, trying to ignore the heat spreading across their face and down their neck.

Y/n was so preoccupied with their own embarrassment that they missed the red tint that had also begun to cover Lyney’s face.

“If it makes you feel better I can strip first.”

“Ah, you’re serious.”

The realization stunned them, their thoughts running a mile a minute as they wondered if this had been a date in the first place. Not that they minded, but they couldn’t recall Lyney calling it a-

“AH!” they shrieked as Lyney wrapped an arm under their knees and the other around their back.

“Or we could just do this,” he laughed.

They shrieked and flailed as the deceptively strong magician picked them up and carried them over to the soft waves, then tossed them in. Y/n spluttered as they surfaced, wiping the water from their eyes just in time to watch Lyney jump in after them.

The wave hit them in the face, causing them to inhale water and start choking again.

“Are you okay,” he laughed, standing next to them in the water.

He wrapped an arm around them, patting their back as their head hung between them.

“You jerk,” they wheezed. “Now our clothes are wet.”

They sighed and kicked off the seafloor to float on their back, and Lyney joined them. He intertwined their hands so they wouldn’t float apart, and the two lay there watching the sky darken and the stars appear.

“Lyney?”

Y/n’s voice was muffled by the water in his ears.

“Yes?”

“Was this a date?”

The magician swung his feet under him and began to tread water as they’d floated away from shore. Y/n did the same, but grabbed Lyney’s shoulders to stabilize themself leaving the two practically nose to nose.

“No, if it was a date you’d definitely know.”

“And how would I definitely know?” Y/n inclined their head.

“Well for one I would have brought you flowers when I picked you up, two I wouldn’t let you pay for anything-”

“You didn’t let me pay for anything.”

Lyney cleared his throat awkwardly. “And three I would certainly hope you’d remember me asking.”

“So your sister helps you dress up for all your outings with friends? And you always walk arm in arm and pull out their chair?”

“How did you know Lynette helped me pick this out?”

“Lyney, in all the time we’ve known each other I’ve almost exclusively seen you in your show wear. For the first month we knew each other I wasn’t sure you owned anything else, then I just found out you’re a bit of a workaholic,” Y/n chuckled and moved their hands to cup Lyney’s face.

Lyney moved his hands up to their waist.

“This isn’t a date,” he said, causing Y/n to look at him incredulously. “I was going to ask you out on a date when I brought you home,” he grumbled, making Y/n laugh.

They dropped their head to his shoulder as theirs shook with every laugh. Lyney hugged their waist as they moved closer and pulled them back to where he could at least stand.

“I-”

“Nope. I’m still going to ask you, so save your answer for then.”

Y/n pulled back with a wide smile and nodded before the two wadded back to shore.

Lyney used his vision to dry them off, and they headed back into the city– once again hand in hand.

As soon as they arrived back at Y/n’s place, they turned around with an expectant grin. Lyney had to admit that he was less nervous than he’d expected, probably because they’d already made their answer very clear.

He flicked his wrist, and a rainbow rose appeared in his hand. They giggled as they reached for it, but Lyney pulled it back slightly.

“Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“Would you do me the honor of going on a date?”

“I would love to go on a date with you, Lyney.”

Lyney didn’t let them take the rose, moving it away again as they reached for it, and instead tucked it behind their ear.

“How does dinner tomorrow night sound?”

“It sounds perfect,” they hummed as they reached up to hold the hand lingering near their face. “Goodnight, Lyney,” Y/n whispered as they pressed their lips to his cheek.

---

“So-”

Y/n yelped, nearly falling off the stool at their vanity when Lyney spoke from behind them. The magician was perched on their open window sill with one leg crossed over the other and the day’s Steambird in his hands.

“Good morning,” he grinned at them. “Anyways, maybe it was a date.”

He stepped into their room and handed them the Steambird.

There, on the front page, was a picture of them watching the Icewind Suite. Lyney was leaning towards them with his chin in his palm and a lovesick look in his eyes and Y/n was watching the dance. The headline read Magic and Justice on a date?!

“Lynette?” Y/n sighed.

“Lynette.”

[emero0]

so ive been a multishipper for a bit (yippee) but also i feel the need to make a thread/post of just all the things that convinced me of a ship

And i say this because there are specific memes/art that warmed me up to some ships lmaoo

Wxs in the order i started shipping them:

Ruikasa has possessed me since i started the game i dont even know why (theater yaoi + kin tsukasa ig)

Emunene by the default of other members in the unit-theyre nice ^^ (i think i like ichinene and mafuemu/honaemu?/other emu ship a little bit more tho lol)

Nenekasa just kinda happened idk- i love their dynamic a lot and something about wonderful cats life cover (also bride and ugly groom meme is so them lmaoo/j)

Emuruiii sillies i also dont know why but all i need are things i like solidified it > (+cute art and catlife cover again)

Emukasa because someone made a whiteday valentines meme animation and it was super cute and now im like welp, they got me there (thats where it started at least) (https://youtu.be/JSf7rS7wox8?si=SdTyuANoyP9csdvy 90% sure it was this one)

Ruinene i had mixed feelings for until i saw this specific meme: (insert when i find it i looked for like an hour help-) its a text post about rui liking his bread so lightly toasted nene calls it heavily breathed on bread (except op post is about a husband n wife)

And then their dynamic finally made sense /j (i just saw too much nene being all petite and weak and im like ruis the pathetic one guys be fr /jj)

(Also emukasa and ruinene yuri, idk it just feels more right lmaoo /hj)

I feel like straight wxs ships cant be conventional- like- they have to be a littleeee gay- (ruinene bi couple would go so hard actually-)

Then theres like honakana (i mean wedding event.. euegeh)

And this one polyvbs meme >> i think vbs ships are very fun (i might make a separate post for them like i did for wxs>>)

Anyway hello multishipping community 👋 it may’ve taken 2 years (for prsk) but im here /j

[shukakumoodboard]

HELLO 👋 I would like to know about (in any order that excites youuuuu)

Love (As Told Through the Medium of Last- Minute Grocery Lists)

Mercury Retrograde

AND/OR

Thread of deepest scarlet, heart of shining pearl

And TGOD obvi if you're not burnt out by that one lol no pressure for replying about them ALL but I'm here for the excited yapping. 👉😎👉

*waiting menacingly*

omg hello winkwonk

i can do these in order -- under the cut because i'm about to Talk For Tew Damn Long

mercury retrograde

ok mercury retrograde is a fic based on a really goofy premise called "what if i shit on all the canon pairings at once?" via the medium of gaalee fanfic. it's essentially a story told from all of the other konoha 12 POVs where everyone on earth is having relationship (or pining) problems except, apparently, gaara and lee, who (in the POV of non-overlapping people, so no one makes the connection) seem to have secret paramours that are perfect for them hooHA. some start pairs include sasusaku, naruhina, and inosai, and end pairs being sns, inosaku, kibahina, etc. shikatema and chokarui stick the landing but. i like them well enough xo

basically a fix it fic for all the endgame pairs As According To Gospel Me

behold! a snippetteptpetptp

Damn it, not only was her love life awful, but the weather was, too, and she didn’t have an umbrella! What was up with this week? Mercury must be in retrograde or something, she mused, slouching against the bark of the tree at the edge of training field one. She’d have to ask Tenten, she was an astrology nut, she’d know for certain. “Ino-san, what are you doing out here by yourself, it is raining!” Ino looked off to the side to find her unexpected hero of the hour, one Rock Lee, clutching a scroll to his chest with an umbrella in hand. “Suffering,” she said. “Oh dear. Is there any way I can help?” “Actually,” Ino said, eyeing the umbrella, “are you heading towards town? I didn’t know it was going to rain.” “I am!” Lee said, and held out the umbrella. Ino slid out from under the tree and joined him. They started walking, Lee asking polite questions about her day while Ino scrounged for a more interesting topic. Maybe she could use this moment to answer the questions Sakura had posed a few days ago? Her eyes settled on the scroll Lee held, his grip tighter on the still-rolled paper than Choji’s grip on his beloved chip bags. “What’cha got there?” Lee turned a brilliant pink and smiled hugely. “It is a letter from my precious one!” “Oh, who!?” Ino cried, hamming it up, just a little bit. She was curious. “That,” he said very seriously, “is a secret.”

Love (As Told Through the Medium of Last- Minute Grocery Lists)

so this one is the fic i've started to create for my FTH 2024 bid winner @chinesefirethorn <3

it's a series of alternating POVs developing a gaalee relationship through unintentional dates which are actually just various gaalees having to run errands -> inspired, actually, by the fact my partner, the colloquially-christened-by-gaalee-discord mr. bread, tells me every time we have to do long distance that he misses going grocery shopping with me. which is like. how dare u make me feel romantic about feckin' woolies actually. no snippets for this one but here's the extant tag list:

clown-to-clown communication

Grocery Store (Romantic)

5+1 Things or similar

Food as a metaphor for love

Gardening also as a metaphor for love

Tooth-Rotting Fluff, and

scenes of domestic bliss

note: currently this one is on hold because reg has been offline for a while and i want to write this one for her when she's around again so it's tailored to her. reg come back i miss u

thread of deepest scarlet, heart of shining pearl

allow me to redirect you to this post where i unloaded about it

The Grapes of Debauchery

tgod my goode friend tgod, u are my brainchild and the bane of my existence rn. before i even begin to talk about tgod u must observe this hysterically funny advertisement post by @rkaln because i think about it every day

ok tgod. up next, thank thine lordt, is the long awaited sober winkwonk time chapter god Bless what has taken me so long it's the doctorate whyd i do that to myself we shall neber knwo

but i can tell you what i will deliver, and that is: Virgins Being Awkward In The Sack. none of this red face fanning self smut no this is pure cringefail shenanigans you're gonna get home grown baby not outsourced man directly from the kitchen table at my house you want it we got it guaranteed

gaara says "raw dog" out loud. the condoms are expired. lee nuts too early and panics about it. gaara's hungover. both of them WILL cry at some point. they've non-startered three times even im getting annoyed and im the author. just boink you clowns

here's a snippet from the next chapter, which is titled, to my absolute delight, Will You Two Please Just Drink Some F*cking Water:

Gaara stood and crowded into Lee’s space while he riffled through the drawer and yanked out a small, brightly coloured tube. “Lee, these are expired.” “Ex—huh?” Lee took the box and squinted at the date. Then he looked up, horrified. “I did not know they expired! I can um, go get—” “I don’t care,” Gaara said, taking the small bottle the lube Lee held from him. “I haven’t had sex with anyone, so unless you have some sort of genital illness—” “I do not!” Lee’s shout rattled the windows. Gaara winced.

truly i have achieved the pinnacle of yammertime, if ur still here holy sgat u are devoted and i lov u

[uvindi]

ATTENTION EVERYONE

This is a list of people who need our help from Gaza. I've linked their pinned post which has their go fund me. Read their pinned posts. Reblog them. Donate if you can.

i have 1.5k followers and if everyone one of you donated at least $5 that could add upto $7500 for anyone of these family. the little things DO make a difference.

[i urge you to send me ask with ur post if you would like to be added to this list]

im urging everyone to please donate if you can and at least share this post.

if we try we can definitely help them reach their goal.

we CAN make a difference.

[betelgeusing]

People who don't like spotty bananas scare me my mom lets her bananas turn all the way black for banana bread if it's not 50% black it's still edible to me I like them soft and sweet. I know a guy who only likes them green and hard they're basically plantains at that point

hello it's me I'm the guy who eats bananas that are still green at the edges or I don't eat em at all 👋👋

[theoreticallybread]

hey hello howdy 👋

i am bread, and i like bread

some stuff about me

- i am a minor

- i go by any pronouns, call me whatever!!

- i tend to yap about arcane and DC (mostly batfam), but also good omens, dbd, 9-1-1, and others that i am forgetting

- my favorite bands include panic! at the disco, ajr, imagine dragons, and muse!

- I LIKE TO YAP! COME TALK TO ME! I PROMISE I DONT usually BITE!

[snaggletoothedbastard]

I'm sorry to bother you. But I'm deeply saddened by the lack of basic necessities, such as food, cooking gas, and flour, to feed my children and buy them medicine. Please look upon my children with compassion and humanity. I live in Gaza under harsh wartime conditions. Your contribution, by donating as much as you can to buy food, cooking gas, and flour to make bread, is very important today. You are my only hope.

[c0llapse-int0theabyss]

YOU EVER SEEN A GHOST? i was over on the bench, i was over on the bench, i was sittin over on the bench, I WAS OVER ON THE BENCH!!! I made a salad with crasins :D hello, im chip malaney (?) im youre father! but sometimes he would be gayyy….EVER BEEN TO THE GODDAMN ZOO?! I USED TO SMOKE CRAAACK! whats yesterday? SHUT UP youre all gonna die - THATS STREETSMARTS!! \*air punch* 👋 BOOM! orange juice! thats life. now ive thrown him off his rhythm! GIVE US SOME MONEY!!!! STAY DOWN ON THE GROUND, STAY DOWN ON THE GROUND YOU MOTHER! FUCKER!!! do my friends hate me or do i just need to go to sleep? but why dont we just tell our relatives that im a 4 year old BOY? hey!!! do you want me to KILL that guy for you?!? :D X3 I am now gross :( WHATS THIS?!?! 😨 PEPPAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! I’m putting wires in a board filled with holes to move the voices around….LOOK AT THESE CUUURVY LETTERS!!!! And everyone died. okay! THE GAZEBOOOO!!!!! im gonna run towards the baby incubators and smash em with my hooves! ive got nice hooves and a long tail im a horse! im a fuckin hippopotamus!! ok! OK! ok! OK! ok! OK! i have FIRED the horse catcher :/ okay, get over here you GODDAMN epipen.. YEUGHA \*demurely throws the epipen* GET OUTTA MY HOUSE!!! and now theres nazis again! :D .. D: no. YOURE NEVER GONNA GET THAT BEST BUYS REWARDS CARD!!!! wh-haha-at did you just say-?? WOAAHAHHH!!! woah whats THIS place?! and theyre NOT good!! \*the orchestrator thing for rise* IM BREAD 🍞 IM BREADDD🥖 IS BREAAAADDDD 🥐 GOD CANT HEAR YOU >:D

[bathalafiction]

*Scarlet saunters towards the source of the chuckling. A few seconds later, you hear a shout. "What the hell are you doing with that baguette? What're you going to do? Bread me to death?" Selena chuckles and soon turns into a scream of agony. The sound of a bread hitting a hard surface and something akin to flesh fills the room.*

One of my favourite moments in D:R.

Hi there 👋 How are you doing. Hopefully keeping yourself hydrated. It's been a while since I saw you posting anything here. Be safe and be well! 😉

Hello! I am still alive and somewhat well. School got me busy. Sorry for the absence.

[adragoninshiningarmour]

*Peaks around the corner.*

Hello, First of all I wanted to say, I love your story.👍 Second of all I love the dynamic you’ve done with Gallantmon and Beelzemon, it can be both comedic and very serious. ❤️

Third of all I have a question for you Beelzemon

…

Do you like bread (in general). (Show the answer to Gallantmon)

Or

What is your favorite color (Again show Gallantmon the answer)

I’ll be leaving now…far thee well.👋

Hello! Thank you so much for saying that! I appreciate that. I've enjoyed the dynamic between Dukemon and Beelzebumon too.

As for your questions:

Beelzebumon: Hell yeah, I like bread! Baguette, brioche, challah, sourdough, melonpan - you name it! I'm what yah might call a "connoisseur" of the finer things in life. vwv Oh, but I love hot buns most of all, Dukey. ¬w¬ *wiggles his eyebrows*

Dukemon: ... *palms his face* Things were going so well, but then you had to ruin it.

Beelzebumon: And as for my favourite colour, I think black's pretty cool. vwv I wear it so well.

Dukemon: I saw that one coming. =P

[mental-health-and-jesus]

1/17/2024

My Prayer 🙏 Scripture 2009 Version

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💗Right Now I’m Struggling A Lot So Taking A Break On Here For A Little Bit 10/16/2024

10/20/2024 Posting but not everyday and do it not because I have to because I want to spread that Love that God is giving Me💗

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Hello 👋

I’ve been struggling with Mental Health for a while now and know that I’m not alone.

In 2023 have became way more close to Jesus.

I have Autism and may also have OSDD.

In this blog want to share Bible Passage, Music, Art, Conversation etc. Yours and Mines.

In My Bible Journey reading more and more every day :) There’s parts that I know with stories but there’s a lot I don’t know and learning more about it, I just love it 😆

1 Corinthians 10:31

‘So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all to the glory of God. ‘

Zechariah 9:9

‘Rejoice greatly, O Daughter of Zion! Shout in triumph, O Daughter of Jerusalem! See, your King comes to you, righteous and victorious, humble and riding on a donkey, on a colt, the foal of a donkey.’ ‭Prophecy https://www.tumblr.com/mental-health-and-jesus/758604115982139392/8-12-2024-bible-app-prophecies-whoever-is

https://www.tumblr.com/mental-health-and-jesus/784694434662121472/5-27-2025-bible-app-their-verse-of-the-day-1

#Bible - Verse of the Day

Bible

Practice Devo

Amen

Soultime

Bible Tracker

- 8-10-2024 New Format :) 😊

7-08-2025 Something New ☺️

Pexels for some of the background photos

LORD✝️ YHWH✝️ אֲדֹנָי✝️ אלוהים✝️ Is Always With You 💗

[idance2silence]

Hello. My name is Di 👋 they/them

I write and make art and things ✨️

If you feel like supporting me, I just started a ko-fi. Not sure what to do with it, but maybe I'll share previews of my video game to supporters? I may be working on one 👀

My current Fandoms are Saiki K, RWBY, Genshin Impact, Bungou Stray Dogs, and 7th Time Loop

My inbox is open if you ever feel like sharing ideas I love ideas they are my bread and butter of existence.

This is my ao3 if anything interests you:

Current series:

Genshin Impact, AroAce Series (Mondstadt centric)

Saiki K, Psychics United (funny powers and OCs for Kusou to meet)

Saiki K one-shot (chaos collection, taking recommendations for prompts)

Current Long fics

RWBY, R2LSF (Oscar time travels for his semblance.)

7th Time Loop, Arnold Hein is in a time loop

Saiki K, Kusou grows wings

Genshin, Xiao gets an emotional support cat

RWBY, Ozpin adopts Oscar fic

@rwbycrimeau this is the other longfic that's not posted yet but I made a sideblog

I also have wips that are collabs that are still open but I don't feel like adding them right now

I have a bazillion wips that arent posted at all times. Feel free to ask about them or add to the list. It brings me joy.

If you have anything that you'd like written, send me ideas. I don't do commissions but I will write for nice people for kicks and giggles. It's how I operate

I have 30+ fics posted right now so if you're only into complete stuff, that's a vibe. Feel free to check me out. I only listed my wips as that's what people are more likely going to want to chat with me about.

I'm also running @saiki-k-week if anyone wants to check that out! Still gathering Prompts for 2025

I also make code for fun! Filter (or search) di codes