#ki's answers

[leyiorr]

thank you for this information, i will definitely be using it..?

[highway-143]

number 10- nishimura riki

genre: smut, desire : unleash engene ver. au, based on this ask

pairing: contestant!riki x fem contestant!reader

taglist: @urlocalmultigroupfan @minkilicious @vrusha01 @shyoko @planetmarlowe

word count: 1.6k

now playing: confident- justin bieber

a.n- teehee ty anon for the request, i kinda had to interpret the concept video weird for it but i think its a similar concept, idk

tw: death/murder, graphic explanations, oral (f. rec), unprotected, dom!riki, profanity, scary themes idk

(mostly proofread)

all scenarios are fake and are not meant to represent any idol in the story.

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running was getting fucking hard.

you were panting, hands clawing against the bloodied walls while you tried to get away, tried to escape this stupid prison.

the metal collar around your neck wasn't helping either. it weighed you down, making you slower, as if it wasn't already tracking you.

and then the figure appears.

tall, only a few yards away, yet shrouded in darkness on the other end of the hallway.

you freeze, hoping it wouldn't notice you.

but it already had. the thing walks closer, taking slow, almost cautious steps in your direction.

"hello?" it whispers.

you breathe out a sigh of relief. thank god, another contestant.

but then you see it, him, in the faint green lighting.

he was beautiful. dark and rumpled hair, sharp features, and a strong jawline.

"thank god, you're one too. i'm 99, jay."

"i'm y/n, 03." you say, wavering a little in case he's someone you need to avoid. "have you seen anyone else?"

"not yet," he mutters, looking around. "you wanna team up?"

you watch him carefully. he adjust the collar, shifting it around his neck. he looks nice enough, what could it hurt by sticking with him, at least for a little bit.

"sure. let's go that way."

you and jay walk through the halls, taking turn after turn until-

a dead end.

mostly.

a metal door obstructed your path, and jay turns to you.

"want me to check?"

you nod, trying to bury the fear building up in the pit of your stomach.

jay opens the door, taking a slow, experimental step in and looking back at you.

and then he steps all the way in.

big mistake.

you watch as the door slams shut behind him, the handle stuck when you try to open it again.

you try to listen through the door.

nothing.

but then you look down.

and there's blood pouring out from under the door. you slam a hand over your mouth, holding back your choked scream.

player 99 was dead.

you watch as the thick, red liquid pools around your boots, staining the white material.

you almost throw up, but you walk away, trying to find a way out of this damn hell hole.

you find another room, this time peering in before stepping inside. not like you could see anything anyways. and thank god, because you didn't meet the same fate as jay.

instead, the lights snap on, the door shuts with a click behind you, and your eyes practically disintegrate from the newfound brightness.

you aren't fully prepared for what's in front of you.

it's another player, a man again, tied to a chair with black ropes and facing a metal table with a flashing box on it.

"finally, somebody else fell for it, come and untie me."

you roll your eyes and crouch behind him, fingers setting to untie his bonds.

"how'd you get in here?" you ask, pulling the rope away and letting him flex his wrists.

"same as you, just walked in. somebody was in here and tied me up though, but they left."

you nod, looking around the room. now that you were used to it, the lights weren't that bright at all. in fact, they were dimmer than before. there was a camera in the corner, the head pointed directly at the table.

and then, the device.

it didn't take long for you to realize what it was.

a bomb.

the timer was at 31:09

and counting down.

31:08, 31:07, 31:06

you turn to the guy. "it's gonna explode an a half hour."

he laughs. "you think i didn't know that? i can see you know."

you roll your eyes again.

"bitch." you mutter.

"actually, it's riki."

you shake your head. "do i look like i give a shit?"

he laughs, standing from his chair and taking a look at the bomb on the table.

"i like you, you've got energy." he says, poking at a wire.

you don't say anything, just examine the room and try not to stare at riki.

because he had to be cute and an asshole, of course.

"what's your name?" he asks, sitting back down in the chair.

you slump against the wall, sliding down to the ground. "y/n."

"did you see anyone else out there?"

"yeah but..." your voice hitches. "he was eliminated."

"oh." riki's face is somber. "was it 71?" there's an urgency in his expression now.

"no, 99."

"thank god." he grabs his chest, his heart racing. "71's my sister."

your heart sinks. you feel terrible for riki, his own family forced into this stupid game.

you sit in silence, waiting for your death.

it didn't feel real. it was like a dream. how were you and riki supposed to come to terms with the fact that you'd be dead in...

13:42

thirteen minutes.

and then, as you feel tears start to fall from your eyes, there's a long beep from the bomb. you jumped, thinking it was detonating early.

you and riki watch as numbers turn into letters that slowly become words.

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝚄𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴. 𝚆𝙴'𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶.

you look over at the camera, a red light blinking next to the lens.

perfect.

just fucking great.

riki turns to the camera, staring it down.

"fucking perverts!" he yells at it, and then the bomb beeps again.

𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺 𝙷𝙴𝚁

riki scoffs. "we'll see about that."

he turns to you. you were standing like a post, not fully grasping what was happening.

"let's go." he says, grabbing you by the arm and pullimg you to stand in front of the chair, the backs of your knees just barely grazing the metal.

"take it off." he says, pointing at your jumper.

you don't do anything. you can't move.

riki clenches his fists. "okay, come fucking on. i have less than ten minutes to do this now." he points at the clock, now 9:46.

you blush and unzip your jumper, the white shirt underneath the only thing covering your chest.

riki pushes you to sit on the edge of the chair, with its back digging under your shoulderblades.

he kneels down, and slips a hand under the shirt, squeezing your breast while his free hand pushed your thighs apart.

you whine when his thumb grazes your nipple, and he smirks while pressing kisses up and down your thighs.

he slides a finger down your panties, pulling them down your sensitive legs. a little moan slips from your lips when he presses a finger to your clit.

"sensitive..." he mutters, grinning.

"shut up," you say, breathless. he just laughs.

he pushes a finger between your folds, collecting the slick building up between them and bringing his finger to his lips.

you moan when he sucks on the pad of his finger, and he groans at your taste.

"god, that's good..."

he leans closer to your cunt, blowing a breath of cool air over your wet lips. your hips jerk, chasing him.

he presses his lips against your clit, giving it a faint suck before trailing down and licking between your folds. his tounge felt like fire on you, his fingers digging into your thighs.

you put your hand on the back of his head, stroking his hair while he practically makes out with your pussy. he moans into you, and you push him deeper.

his nose stimulates your clit, just grazing your sensitive nub while his tounge started pushing into your hole.

you look at the clock.

5:31

shit.

you try your hardest to work up an orgasm, to let yourself go, but your efforts were in vain.

riki looks up at you, pulling away from your throbbing pussy.

"you usually this hard to please?"

"i'm nervous."

he pulls you up from the chair by your shoulder, hooking a hand under your arm and dragging you to the table.

"well i'm not dying today." he growls in your ear, bending you over the cold metal and pushing your shirt over your ass

he spreads your legs with his thigh, and you hear the rustle of fabric behint you.

you know what's coming.

you try to prepare yourself, gripping the edge of the table and locking your legs, but nothing could have gotten you ready for riki.

he pushes into your wet hole, and you struggle to take him. he's long, thick, and hard. a strangled scream comes from your mouth when he pushes deeper, his dick pressing against your cervix.

"fuck, you're tight... god damn."

you whine when he starts moving his hips, his pelvis slapping against your ass with loud claps.

his thumb reaches town to your clit, rubbing you, trying to get you to just fucking release already.

2:06

you feel the tears on the table under you, the metal heating under your trembling body.

riki groans, his own release closer than yours.

and then he spills into you. you clench violently around him, feeling his cum fill you up

yeah, some of that definetly took.

thats what has you over the edge. your legs tremble and your eyes roll back, your slick plasterd onto your thighs, dripping down your legs.

"fuck," says riki, still buried deep inside you. he looks at the camera. "stop the fucking timer! she did it, bastards!"

the timer stops.

0:16

fuck yeah.

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a.n- chat i cooked ToT

idk man, im tired. anyways, if you liked this fic, please like/comment/reblog and lmk if you have any ideas for a new one!

masterlist part 2

[writeformesinpie]

🙈 thoughts on Enhypen? get crazy with it thou 😋

This guy. This dude! He’s a snake. He is into some pretty kinky shit. Heeseung is a Dom. He will not budge. Not even a little. You are his and he is the one in control. And you do everything he asks because he isn’t really asking is he?

Jay feels very old man vanilla but you can probably convince him to explore and try some new experiences. He doesn’t seem like the type that would be into what he calls ‘all that nonsense’ but he knows how to give off that Daddy Dom vibe when you take things too far.

I know he seems sweet but there’s something beneath the surface when it comes to Jake. He has this dark side to him that screams Dom. He’s the kind of guy to have a special basement where he can tie you up and mar your skin. He loves to leave his mark and remind everyone that you belong to him. He has a possessive streak.

Sunghoon gives off Dom vibes but you can get him to switch. He is very competitive when it comes to the bedroom and he likes to make you orgasm often, making a game out of it. He makes sure you’re taken care of first. It wouldn’t take much to convince him to try switching it up - and he would secretly love not being in control for a while.

A precious bean. He just wants to love you and take care of you. Sunoo comes across as a sub but he’s actually really protective. More vanilla than anything else but willing to try something new out for you.

This is one to watch out for. Jungwon is a switch but you never know what you’re going to get. One day he’s sweet and cuddly like a cat, the next he’s got you crawling along the carpet on your knees begging like a dog. He loves pushing buttons and challenging boundaries.

Ni-Ki is a dom. You know it and he knows it.

🙈 - Dom/Sub/Switch/Vanilla from my emoji game!

[yum-nyang]

ENHYPEN: walk the line

[tasenwrobots]

I am going to ask the long awaited question I know the fandom wants an answer to

What in good Galileo are those

[midnightfox450]

The awesome thing about the band of boobs is that they're soooooo soldier poet king... but not in the way you'd think.

[kichona-s]

KI HOW ARE WE DEALING WITH GEORGE NOT WEARING UNDERWEAR IN HIS RACING SUIT???

george has a pussy and he likes the car vibrations confirmed

[ki-kosmo]

I was looking through one of the dj music man tags, cause help wanted 2--

and oh my god your mystery skulls au.

I know you haven't drawn it in a while-- but I adore the designs so much >:DD

GRGEGGFHFRGGHH RAAAA IM 💥💥💥💥

Thank you so freaking much aaaaaa!!!!!!! You have no idea how much it means to me knowing there are people like you out there that like my ideas, even if they’re just silly little AU crossovers. I’m so glad you like them!!

You’ve inspired me to draw this idea again, friend :)c

[wontoise]

being a freak about nishimura riki again. when will it cease

[highabovethecloudssomewhere]

:O what’s the name of North’s corgi?

Her name is Kiki!! He adopted her shortly after his parents died. She’s about two years old and she’s a very good girl.

North nicknamed Ki the ghost after Kiki the corgi because they both do the head tilt thing

[leyiorr]

it is a FACT all MEN are DOMS.

it is CANON nanami is a MAN.

it is CANON nanami is a DOM.

um... haha! (sweating) ok??? idk what u want from me 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[highway-143]

number 71- nishimura riki (read part 1)

genre: fluff, smut, desire : unleash engene ver. au, based on this ask

pairing: contestant!riki x fem contestant!reader

taglist: @urlocalmultigroupfan @minkilicious @vrusha01 @shyoko @planetmarlowe @emisluvr (open taglist)

word count: 2.1k

now playing: let the world burn- chris grey

a.n- was totally not expecting ppl to want part 2 but whatever XD hope this satisfies ig (snickers hello?)

tw: kissy kissy, profanity, oral (m.rec), needles, blood

(mostly proofread)

all scenarios are fake and are not meant to represent any idol in the story

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you and riki stuck together after the door unlocked.

he didn't want to leave you, and honestly?

you didn't want to leave him.

sure, his attitude was one to rival donald duck, but the two of you had already been through enough shit together.

because sometimes sex is shit.

but you weren't ready to admit to riki or yourself that it was the best thing to happen to you in the stupid game yet.

he leads the way, walking through a few doors and into what looked like a testing room.

there were tables lining the walls, cupboards littered with pill bottles and vials, ekg monitors beside gurneys, and what looked like saline packets hanging from metal poles.

"what the fuck..." says riki, grabbing a saline bag and examining it. "this is..."

"disgusting." you finish, pointing at blood spattered on the wall.

you were pretty sure it was human.

riki nods, walking around the room.

the only light was the faint green glow of buttons on a safe next to the gurney. you walk over to it, hoping to find something useful.

locked, of course.

he starts opening the cupboards, trying to find something useful, and then-

"y/n, come look at this."

you put fown the pair of pliers that you found on a tray and walk over to him.

"thats-"

"me." he finishes, holding the paper to a green light.

it looked like an id, a mug shot of riki on one side with his birthday, blood type, height, weight, and eye color on the other.

creepy.

"should we keep it?"

riki's answer is slipping it into the pocket of his jumper.

he takes a whack at the combination on the safe, but nothing worked.

you sit down on the gurney, laying down and putting your hands over your eyes.

riki sifts through papers on the counter, scanning them for anything.

surprise surprise, there aren't even so much as four numbers on the page, let alone a combination.

he groans and leans against the side of the gurney, lean forearms holding himself up from the side.

you can't help but stare.

the way his veins were just so prominent, his muscles flexing under his weight, long fingers wrapped around the metal bar.

god, he was hot.

you open your mouth, wanting to say something. you don't really know what it is though.

instead, all that comes out is a choked whine when you watch him throw his head back, displaying the lines of his neck so casually.

he knew what he was doing.

when he hears your sad little noise, he smirks, the corner of his lip twisting upward in a sly grin.

"what was that, baby?" he asks, turning to look down at you.

you sit up faster than 99 was pulled into the room and try to play it off.

"just... my stomach. its hungry i guess."

"mhm, your stomach."

you hit him on the arm.

"not my fault you look like that."

he laughs. "not my fault you like it."

little shit.

he leans closer to you, something in the air feeling more intimate than the bomb incident.

his face is only centimeters from yours, eyes flickering over your features, waiting for you to close the gap.

and you do.

because how could you not?

his mouth still has a faint taste of you on it, the dry and cracked skin of both your lips slowly softening with every movement against the other's.

he brings his hand to your cheek, holding you while he pressed his lips harder onto yours.

you whimper when he squeezes your thigh with his other hand, kneading your skin under the jumper.

you slip off the gurney, standing in front of him now, and his lips trail down the side of your neck, stopping at the metal collar.

he groans when you grind against him, his hips jerking from your touch.

and then your fingers find the zipper of his jumper, pulling it down.

all the way, until it stops at his waist.

his chest is tight, muscles perfectly carved as if they were a greek sculpture.

and when your fingernails softly scratch their way down, his abs twitch.

you let him shrug the sleeves off his shoulders, giving you enough room to pull it further down his legs

until you see the print of his dick through the black boxers.

and holy fuck, he was big.

you knew that already, your cunt was still stretched from the bomb room.

but this? this was insane.

you slide his boxers down, letting his cock spring out and just barely graze your cheek.

"fuck..." he moans, head thrown back again. "didn't get enough last time, did you?"

"i could just stop." you say, teasing him.

"nice try."

you look back at his hard length, the tip red in anticipation and veins adorning his shaft.

you give it a little lick from base to tip, making riki's hands clench around the bars so hard his knuckles turned white

and then you dive all the way in.

riki loses it.

your mouth wraps fully around him, tasting the precum building on his tip in the back of your throat. he thrusts up into your throat, making you gag.

"shit, you feel good... holy fuck."

you bob your head on his cock, taking him so deep that your nose just barely grazes the base.

when you add the soft scrape of your teeth?

he's done for.

he doesn't give you a warning, doesn't try to pull out, just shoots his load into your mouth, forcing you to swallow everything he gave you.

and fuck, he tasted good.

when you pull away from him, he chuckles softly, out of breath with tired eyes.

"damn... gotta do that more often."

you roll your eyes and he pulls his clothes back on, slipping the jumper sleeves over his arms and zipping it back up.

and then you hear something.

it's the sound of footsteps stumbling into the lab, and both you and riki turn to see who it was.

"is anyone here?" asks a small voice.

you see his expression shift in the green haze.

"k-" his voice cracks. "konon?"

"riki?" the girl asks.

he jumps over the gurney and runs to her, pulling her into a tight hug. your heart softens a little when he presses a soft kiss into her hair.

you hear konon sob, breaking down in riki's arms.

he pulls her together though, and she looks over at you.

"who are you?"

"y/n."

riki jumps in. "y/n and i went through a lot already." he gives konon a look as if to say "there's no getting rid of her."

and then she pulls out a flashlight, turning it on and illuminating the room in white.

"where the hell did you get that?!" asks riki, taking a look around the room with new eyes.

konon gives him a puzzled look. "i completed a challenge... haven't you guys had any yet?"

riki's eyes dart to you before answering.

"yeah, but we got out of death by bomb for it."

"a bomb?! oh my god this place sucks."

you nod, walking over to the locked door on the far wall, looking at the pin code.

"anyone have a clue what it could be?"

konon pushes a few numbers- 1892

the lock beeps and a red light flashes.

great.

she resorts to searching the room, shining her flashlight in all the crevices she could find.

and then, she takes a look at the saline bag.

"patient 1009?"

you run to the door, punching in the numbers.

a green light flashes this time.

the three of you sigh in relief. riki puts an arm around konon.

the door swings open with a creak.

your heart pounds when you step through the door.

konon shines her flashlight around the new room.

it looked like a hospital ward, rows of beds lining the walls, all with white sheets and pillows.

riki picks up a paper on one of them.

"sleep well, you're going to need it." he reads

you feel chills run up your spine. konon frowns.

"right, because we're gonna be able to rest in this place."

you laugh. "might as well try, not like it would hurt us."

that's why you find yourself tucked into one of the beds, riki in the one next to you, with konon on his other side.

he rolls over to look at you, and you look at each other for a few seconds before he speaks.

"you know, i think if we get out of this... maybe we could hang out or something."

you giggle. "asking me out already?"

riki rolls his eyes. "not if your cocky about it." but he grins anyway.

you hear konon mumbling from her bed.

"i knew there was something up between you two."

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riki woke up to light.

konon was standing over him, shining the flashlight in his eyes.

"ow, what the fuck?!" he says, rubbing his eyelids.

"y/n's gone." she says, pointing at your empty bed.

riki jumps up, looking at the rumpled sheets.

and the trail of blood.

it stained the spot where your chest was, and there were drops making a trail on the floor.

"fuck. shit, shit, shit." he says, following the trail to the locked door.

there was another damn note taped to it.

"you want her back? try this."

and then a list of letters.

t o t t n d h n h h e i e e i a v e n t e s g r

"oh my god, i fucking hate this." says konon, handing him a pen.

"where the hell did this come from?"

"i found it a while ago." she says simply.

riki starts writing on the paper, trying all the possible conbinations his overwhelmed brain could think of.

die is.... no.

in-ears give tone? definitely not.

the one thing that never dies. there. that's it.

konon shivers. weird.

the door clicks open, and konon points the flashlight down the hall.

it's bare. no blood trail, nothing. but riki still walks down it, taking careful steps.

then they see a red light, a flash that illuminates the hallway. and words written on the wall.

not big, but enough so they were noticable.

and deep red. blood.

she's waiting for you

konon's legs shake. riki takes a steady breath, and keeps walking.

there's another room. riki opens the door, surprisingly unlocked, and sees something that makes his heart twist.

you, strapped to a dentist's chair, the sleeves of your jumper rolled up to reveal arms covered in deep slices. the rest of the fabric is ripped too, like it was clawed by a cat.

riki is immediately at your side, shaking your shoulder in a desperate attempt to wake you up.

your eyes are still closed.

konon gently prods his shoulder, holding up a paper.

"fix her."

riki almost lost it.

but he does what it says anyway, cleaning your arms with some tissues in the room, wrapping them in bandages.

and then, after two hours, you finally stirred.

riki is sitting on a table, konon in a chair. both don't notice you when your eyes flutter open.

"r... riki?" you mumble, eyes adjusting to the flickering light above you.

"oh, thank god." he pulls you into a hug, being careful with your weak body. "i thought you were gone."

you feel yourself start to cry, tears soaking into his jumper.

he just holds you.

"what happened?" he asks when he pulls away. konon watches you intently.

"i woke up and someone was dragging me out of my bed... i couldn't make a sound or anything, they had their hand over my mouth... i don't remember anything after that though."

they nod, expressions solemn.

"let's just work on getting out." says konon, standing from her chair and looking around the room. she moves tables around, unstacks books, and checks the inside of trash cans.

and then riki takes a look at the door.

there's no pin pad, no keyboard, just two buttons and a question.

"guys?" he says, turning to look back at you.

konon helps you out of the chair and to the door, your legs practically gelatin.

"do you have desire?"

you look at each other, and konon smiles.

"that's the one thing that never dies."

riki presses yes.

and the door opens.

you're finally out.

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a.n- guys im crashing out i love this concept wtf... also halfway through i was like "huh, this is like i-land: the horror game" lmao

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masterlist you might also like: in the dark- n.rk

[maintohthakgayibhaishaab]

[ni-kidaily]

Hello, i would like to inform you not to support a collab between Ni-Ki and RealestK! He is taking it too far; also, it's actually Management contacts Management. He constantly involves fans and posts about it every day! He is desperate for a collaboration and it seems like he is trying to use Ni-Ki for clout also He is asking us to contact Manager Yuki, which goes too far!! We want Ni-Ki to have a collab but professionally and with good people. RealestK is using engenes because he realized he can get engagement and now it's the only thing he is talking about and suddenly it's his dream to collab with Enhypen, really weird and embarrassing. He makes many engenes feel uncomfortable. Not to forget he is supporting troy lanez!! He didn't even know who Ni-Ki was before he posted the song, he is begging for attention. We WANT Ni-Ki to have a collab but not with someone like him!!! Posting once or twice about it, okay. But now it's every post, every day and it's a weirdo.

Since you are a ni-ki account and you're my favorite, i thought i'd let you know

Thank you for letting us know. We just posted a video about it, we didn't know the artist was taking it that far

[cannibalindsm]

So, you´re some kind of Kazeki expert, right ?

Do you know if the characters are from specific part of France (town/région) ? Asking for absolutely no reason in particular

There are a few places confirmed!!

Serge is from Paris, as that's where Aslan and Paiva were from.

Gilbert is from Marseille.

Pascal and Patricia are from Lyon.

Renault is from somewhere in Southern Italy, I'm assuming Campania, Basilicata, or Sicily since those regions are good for farming.

AS FOR THE REST OF THEM!! There's not confirmation, but we can make educated guesses!! These are all my GUESSES and obviously not canon.

For Carl and Sebastien, "Massier" is a surname that traces back to the Guyenne region, which in the modern day is Nouvelle-Aquitaine, where the city of Bordeaux is!

Stachler isn't a French name, but instead is a German name most commonly found in Bavaria. The name "Stachler" is also a nickname for an aggressive person, and I think that's interesting considering Kurt's is the more aggressive and hot-headed one of the group.

Nercroix is a name that doesn't fucking exist lmao, but neither does my last name anymore...Nekka and I in the same boat. But the name "Necroix" definitely sounds French.

"Florian" is a common last name in multiple countries, however, I think he's Polish! Mostly based off this panel where, instead of roses, poppy flowers are used, and poppies are the national flower of Poland

Florian is actually more common as a first name, but it can be used as a surname too. It's most commonly found in the North Rhine-Westphali region of Poland, but can be found everywhere across the country!

Rosemarine is said to be Scandinavian, Denmark is the closest to France, so my assumption is that he's Danish specifically.

And Jules is French, "Ferrier" is a name commonly found in the Auvergne-Rhône-Alpes, so that again, is my guess!

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how is it not Friday yet

we are gonna get the loverboys back but at what cost? i want friday to come and at the same time, i don't...