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[squishsquoosh-senpai]

Skrunkle Moot all the way, Red! It's nice to talk with you.

Aww, thanks, Nebby! And same to you! <3 You’re just so darn sweet and thoughtful! <3

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Lizard, do you have a post with info about your sona? Been a while since I wanted to ask but forgor, sorry.

i do! its really old tho and i hsould update it, also youd have to scroll all the way down in my archive

oof that long ago already?

ya know what ill update it this weekend as long as i dont forget it!

(if i do forget you can remind me or ask again)

but the humanoid design will stay the same but i should maybe redraw it

[extreme-unorthodox-cuddles]

A couple of YCHs I commissioned from the wonderful and wonderfully talented @mysticcomfort

Thank you so much I am still not nor do I think I will ever be over these

Characters are my and @nebbynebbu 's sonas

[cybersoldier82]

NEW TAG GAME! Tag a friend and reblog with your pride flags >:3

Now for the tagging

@soupynoms @theprotectivepred @nebbynebbu @mysticcomfort @bigfriendlygryphon @smol-lucy @prettykittyfox @yuco-the-alien116 @jukebug3 @xxarra @indighost959 @princesaltines and @shamenaess

[novorehere]

A little something special I drew up for everyone’s favorite snuggle-slug, @nebbynebbu! I probably got the sizes wrong, but the urge to hold them like a plushie was too strong to resist.

(Who are we napping in? That’s up to Nebby to decide. Perhaps one of our very own friends in Voreville?)

[luckyshotwrites]

Because I am in a Goofy Mood: Meme's Peeps have made in the Widfali Server

^ From @novorehere

^ From @extreme-unorthodox-cuddles

^ From @thatoneweebsworld

^ From @vorefluff

^ From @nebbynebbu

^ From @vore-toast

^ From @safe-from-sharp-teeth

^ from @aramastus

^ All Goofs

I AM SORRY FOR NOT PUTTING THE CHAPTER OUT FOR A WHILE, I'VE BEEN IN A NOT COOL MENTAL STATE RIGHT NOW. BUT I WILL BE PUTTING IT OUT TOMORROW. AND TRYING TO GET RIGHT BACK ON SCHEDULE. I DO HOPE YOU ALL ARE DOING WELL THOUGH! AND THAT Y'ALL HAVE A BOMBA DAY/NIGHT!!

[toast-tales]

A bit of appreciation fanart for my good friend @nebbynebbu - guess who the giant is? Our resident agent of chaos seems to have found a friend. Little do they know, they're in for tea and cafunés.

[mysticcomfort]

hi i just wanna say ur ocs are all very swag and i would like to know more (free infodump space)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA REALLY??

Thank you so much!!!

Anywho, you ask for info dump, you shall get the info dump~

Florian is my resident shit head, he’s a fae(Dino-fae man as @nebbynebbu likes to call him)

He very much can and will kill someone, sometimes for a reason, sometimes because they breathed wrong. He’s a bit silly like that.

Definitely got bastard pred energy to the max, but if he knows you or is close to you, you might be lucky enough to see him have *gasp*

✨Emotions✨

you know- the kind outside of the jerky bad boy with half a brain cell that everyone pines for in a romcom.

Oh- and he’s a nibbler. He knows he has razors for teeth but he’s surprisingly careful with them if he wants to be. When it comes to vore, licks, and anything else ranked in that category this man does not believe in consent. If he wants you in his mouth, tummy, or to lick you, there is only one option.

Degon is basically Florians worst nightmare. He stronger than him so it gives him small pp energy.

Speaking of Degon, hes basically the equivalent of a eldritch god, but its a normal species in that world so he’s not actually considered a “god.” The metal piece he wears on his jaw is actually a status symbol, but he doesn’t wear it a lot. He prefers to let people fuck around and find out.

He may seem more stoic on the outside but its not really true on the inside. He can be pretty touchy when someone’s inside due to having four arms. He wears a trench coat to hide his second set (it also helps when people are around and he does want to be touchy, because they wont notice if its buttoned up.) Also, don’t be surprised if an e eyeball randomly forms on the stomach wall near you, sometimes he just wants to know how his lil guy is doing. If he doesn’t know or care about you though he can be a pretty cold pred, he’s also more quiet to begin with so it doesn’t really help. That’s part of why he’s touchy when it is someone he cares about.

He’s also a higher status pred then Florian because of his abilities and how he can manipulate the inside of his stomach. He can just about eat anyone he wants if they’re weaker than him.

I don’t want this to run on too long but if you have any specific questions or want me to touch on Myst as well, let me know!

[cybersoldier82]

@theprotectivepred @mysticcomfort @the-real-ali @princesaltines @reclusiveopossum @duck-lona @nebbynebbu @anxiety-pocket come here I’m going to crease your Jordan’s/affectionate

[cybersoldier82]

Some gift art I did for one of ny newerfrens @nebbynebbu, ilysm nebs I wish nothing but the best for you you’ve been a joy sns a delight since I met you

[luckyshotwrites]

Ch. 55 // Honey, You’ve Got A Big Storm Comin’!  Part 2 // Day 43

Contents (Warnings): Who are you? (ANGST, and character/monster info). @nebbynebbu (FOR GIVING ME THIS BANGER TITLE!!)

Wordcount: 1,300+ (This is the rest).

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(Nov. 5th, Saturday)  

My brain subdued my words. Instead, a stringent breath replaced them. Those two months of work will go out the window if I say it. 

The thought revolted me, and I let my heart pump them forward. "Charletta, you're marrying a monster!" 

The desperation scratched my throat as my voice left. What if I'm crazy. What if all this time everything was normal? Would they even believe me? I know what you're thinking.

I waited for Charletta to be offended by my statement.

My eyes hurried to focus on the person who moved, Wicks. He got in front of me and grabbed my forearms. He firmly held them, and his distressed hazel eyes bounced around my form. Then, he looked to those in silenced shock and back to me. 

"How did you KNOW that?"

"I-" I met his gaze and lifted my trembling finger. I pointed at the male with his bangs constantly hiding his eyes, Drake and the terrifying, never satiated half wendigo, Xander, "I work with them." 

He followed it and locked onto the two still standing. His fingers gripped tighter, and I could feel his anger rise. NO, you can't fight them!

Then I was hit again by a spark of light in Wicks's eyes. Fright made me break his grip.

"Wicks." The astringent tone yanked everyone's attention. The heavily scarred Padre stood in the doorway of the kitchen. Charletta and her fiancé waited behind him. The chill of his scowl caught me as much as it did Wicks. 

He rarely aimed it at anyone.

Madre came out from popped around him and walked toward us. 

"Lyn, ven aquí."

I ran to her reflexively, and her arm laced over my shoulder, protectively.

She escorted me through the kitchen where we passed my sister, who looked like she wanted to reach out to me. And her fiancé, whom I now knew, was Ulysses. 

I heard the chatter return when we got far enough away. I paced beside Madre through the butler's pantry and dining room.

My thoughts started to return. Why are we leaving them alone? Is it going to be okay? 

I spoke, "we can't leave them, madre." 

"Lyn, Estará bien." The ease and calmness caressed my heart. 

I fought it. "It's not good. They shouldn't be there alone with them!"

I stopped at the stairs that led up. 

She took the first step up, grabbed the railing, and turned back. "Trust me, Lyn. We can talk upstairs."

My body hesitated. I feared what might happen, I didn't know if Drake's family would attack them. Or if Alexander and his dad would help them. She called to me again and I followed my Madre.

The spiral stairs were hypnotizing. I found myself fixated on the mahogany railing and the rhythmic tap of our shoes. We climbed higher and higher. Wicks isn't normal. How did I not know? Is Madre normal? Is Padre? Charletta? Anyone I ever knew? Was I always surrounded by monsters? How was I this stupid? 

I didn't realize we had made it to the second floor. 

"Lyn." She had moved ahead and waited at the door across from the stairs. She held it open for me, and I stiffly went. She came in after me, fixed the collar of her black blouse, and opened her mouth to talk. 

I beat her, not yet turned. "Is Wicks a magus?" I stared out the large window and awaited her response. It's curtains remained open. It let me look over the dark colors casted on the horizon. The sun was setting.

"Yes." The clack of her heels came out louder than her. She went around me.

"How? What happened? This is new, right?" I said with the same fleeting light. How would I have not noticed? It was the only light our room had.

"He's been a magus since I had him," her throat thrummed. "We all are magus's."

No, no, no, no. You're lying.

"You can't..." I flicked to her. She pat the side of the bed next to her. I rejected it, "you're imposters! You all can't be magus's! That doesn't make any sense!" My eyes went to the vanity next to me, I could see her reflected in the mirror. "How would I not know! I-" I saw and felt my eyes welling up. "I-i-i'd know."

"Lyn, Ven a sentarte conmigo." She patted the same spot.

"You lied to me." My tears burst down my cheeks. 

She put a hand to her own mouth. I disregarded the wet shine in her eyes, "No queríamos que te sintieras solo."

"I'm ALREA-" My voice cracked; it hurt. "alone." Even though I said it, it still weighed in my throat. A lump that refused to leave.

She got up, "Lyn, you're not alone." She approached, and I backed into the door.

"How could you keep something like this from me?" That monsters and magic exist? I knew nothing! Now you're telling me you have some secret life?! I strained my voice. "YOU, PADRE, CHARLETTA-" I threw my hands out, "my own brother-" 

She held her hands out. "I didn't mean to keep it from you-" I kept her from touching me. 

There was a desperation in her eyes, a want to hold me that I denied relentlessly. 

"THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!" 

Her vocals choked and frustration made her shout, "BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT TO LOSE YOU!" 

"That's not-"

She cut me off.

"What would you have done if I told you, Lyn?" She asked.

My mind was at a loss. "I should have been told!"

I felt the sting of the streaks down her face, "You felt alienated already, right? Like you never belonged with us." I watched her between the blurriness. She bit at her quivering lip. "How could we do that to you! Why would we want to make you feel more alone."

I couldn't say a word. She moved closer.

"I told them not to. I told them to hide it from you. If you're mad be mad at me." Madre put her hands up to touch my face. I let her move her fingers across my cheeks and wipe away my never-ending tears. "I wanted you to live a normal life and be happy." 

I lost my will to fight. She wrapped her arms around me so warmly. 

"We didn't expect Charletta to get married to a monster. When we found out, we planned to tell you." Her tremble confessed in my ear. "Quería que tuvieras la edad suficiente para escucharlo."

Old enough? I rested my head on her shoulder. I knew it, deep down, she was right. I wouldn't have stayed, I wouldn't be here if they told me something like that after... The tears wouldn't stop. 

...

@the-tiny-lurker for being pretty much right and coming in with this SO far back. Magus's are not quite monsters but given their terrifying magic potential they are considered them in the monster community.

I know other people guessed it as well, but I got a lot of those confirmations verbally, so I couldn't screenshot them! And they were technically first!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THIS FAR, EVERYONE! WE ARE GETTING INTO SOME OF THE ANSWERS YOU ALL HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR! <3

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[mysticcomfort]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @nebbynebbu

Everyone go wish them a happy birthday nownownow!!

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Happy Birthday Nebby!

its Nebby's (@nebbynebbu) Birthday and i drew something!

i really think te design is adorable! i love it!

if you ever have the chance go look at Nebby's account! good stuff on there! nd a great person overall! very good fried!

(alt colors under cut)

[toast-tales]

I’d like to thank @nebbynebbu for one question they asked in particular earlier, which led to me figuring out that Nathan can play the guitar, which led me to remember that Christopher plays the piano, which led to me looking up guitar/piano duets, which led me to find the song Oh My Love by John Lennon. *sobs incoherently at my desk at work* 

[thatoneweebsworld]

Oh oh oh oh oh this is so good hey guys you gotta see this @nebbynebbu @theprotectivepred @mysticcomfort @roseytoesy @vore-toast

As gently as someone so big could be, your companion wipes a tear from your cheek with their thumb.

“Shh, shhhh… it’s going to be okay. I’ve got you.” They slowly take your hands in their own — yours being much smaller in comparison — and squeeze them ever so softly.

“Now, what happened?” They coo at you, brows knitting together in concern. You shrug half-heartedly with your eyes glued to the one place you’re interested in at the moment. A beat, and then their lips form an “O” as they catch up to where your eyes are leading.

“I see. You want in?”

You immediately perk up, nodding frantically.

“Well, of course!” They move to hold your sides, securing you under your arms. “Why didn’t you just say so?” Massive hands comfortably handle you as you’re carefully lifted off the ground and closer to your companion’s mouth. Hot air hits your face as they breathe, and by the way they’re studying your expression right now, they can clearly tell you’re enjoying it.

“Ready?” They give you a welcoming smile, flashing their teeth that they know you adore oh-so much. You nod again, and they waste no time in giving you a full view of their open maw, coated in saliva and wordlessly beckoning you forward.

You’re happily invited into their gaping mouth, velvety walls enveloping your head as you swim in the overwhelming warmth. Their spit coats your hair, but in all honesty, you don’t really mind. They maneuver you past their teeth with care to not let you get scraped on any, tongue lapping at your delicate form.

Once they’ve fit as much of you into their mouth as they can muster, they begin to gently taste you, tongue pressing up against your chest. “Ready again?” Their voice is quiet and muffled by the space you take up in their maw. Your hands tippity-tap on their tongue excitedly, and you can almost feel them smiling around you.

Slowly, your companion tilts their head backwards and pushes you to the back of their throat. The swallows come in waves, and soon enough your head is being engulfed in their throat, and then your torso, and then your hips and legs.

You travel down their gullet with your arms pressed to your sides to make yourself easy prey. As you descend, you hear their heart beating through the walls. They must be just as excited as you are.

Eventually, you reach the stomach, squeezing past the entrance and landing home. You take a minute to recover from the trip before snuggling into the wall nearest to you, cheek pressed against your pred’s cozy interior. Their belly grumbles in return, making you grin and go to massage the walls.

“Ah… You alright in there?” Their voice envelops you, and you can feel their hand idly rubbing their gut. You tap frantically again, excited, and they let out a laugh that shakes the walls.

“I’m glad. Make yourself comfortable, okay? You can stay for as long as you’d like.”

You giggle. They had already made themselves very comfortable for you.

[luckyshotwrites]

Ch. 57 // She’s a Payton!? // Day 43

Contents (Warnings): What is Lynette Wayland? (Angsty and character/monster info). @nebbynebbu (FOR GIVING ME THIS BANGER TITLE!!)

Wordcount: 1,300+ (This is the rest).

Side note: This will contain experimental writing, first person (Lynette's view) will be implemented alongside third person for the two other essential characters, (mostly) Alexander and (occasionally) Drake. For those third person moments all their text will be italicized and have the characters name in Bold at the start. There may be other characters I write for using this.

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(Nov. 5th, Saturday)

Drake

The whole scene played in his head. He was the one that called out her name in shock. Then the look her brother gave them, he knew he'd be screwed if Wicks shot anything at them. Luckily, Stefan had it. 

That was terrifying.  

"I thought the name Wicks sounded familiar," Drake muttered.

Alexander sat down and snapped out of his trance. "HOW DID YOU NOT KNOW SHE WAS A PAYTON?!"

"Her last name's not the same, and she doesn't match their appearance," Edgar said with a dumbfounded tone. Drake's mom leaned on his shoulder. They were on the loveseat to the right of their couch.

After his soon-to-be bride walked off with her brother and dad, Ulysses sat between Drake and Wenna. He placed two fingers on either side of his temples.

"Dad, she's going to kill me." He dropped his arms and his head. "I can't believe her sister's working at your pizzeria."

Drake glanced at Alexander. He's looks pissed.

Pete's leaned up in his chair across from Drake's mom and dad, "that's the same girl you invited to work there, isn't it, Alex?"

He groaned aloud and threw his head back. He didn't respond.

"It's not against Lynette's will. She's allowed to leave at any time." Edgar said.

Ulysses lifted his head, "but she's there with Alexander."

Alexander lurched up, and his eyelids lowered, "what the fuck is that supposed to mean?!"

"Alex, don't cuss at your family."

Drake could see the amount of reflexive restraint Alexander had to keep himself from saying, "fuck off," to his dad.

Wenna laughed and grabbed at Ulysses's shoulder. She pushed him back onto the couch to look at Drake. "Remember when I jokingly said I always wanted a little sister?"

"Not the time, Wenna," Drake said. He felt the erratic heartbeat next to him, yet the lack of worry on Alexander's face. You're pretty good at hiding it.

"Don't worry, honey. We can all talk about everything at dinner." Their mom mustered up a cheerful grin.

His older brother swerved his head to Drake. "How bad has it been for her, Drake?" Ulysses asked. 

Drake opened his mouth, then slowly closed, and grimaced. "Well-uh-better than I thought it would be..."

Ulysses audibly whined, "Charletta never wanted to go into detail about her adopted sibling." He sank down, partially slumping off the couch. His hands were over his face, "how was I supposed to put two and two together? She never mentioned her name until now."

Adopted? Drake questioned. That explains the apparent differences in appearances. I didn't put two and two together because of it. Not that I remember her telling us she was going on vacation? Or did she? 

"Understandably so. I'd be hesitant to share that I have a human daughter at the same status as them too." Pete's remarked with his hands crossed over his chest. 

Edgar audibly sighed, "I didn't think I'd need to do this, but I suppose if any other humans decide to stay longer than a day. A thorough investigation will be in order."

The half-wendigo stood up. Alexander pushed his glasses up and walked around the coffee table and the couch where Drake's parents were, "I'm gonna get some fresh air."

Pete's put his hands on the armrests, and he went to push himself from it. 

"Alone." Alexander specified. He reached the backdoor that led to their decorative back patio. 

Then Petes stared at Drake. He sighed and got up. I'm on baby sitting duty, got it. He got up and trailed behind Alexander. 

...

Alexander

Little shit had to follow me, didn't you? He thought with a soft head shake. He didn't mind Drake at all. Once they stepped outside, he looked over the nice trim and at least felt relieved to smell the fresh air inside of Lynette's delicious scent. 

"What the hell!" Alexander said aloud, stopping at the koi pond. I fucking thought I was losing my mind when I smelled her. His body jittered with anticipation. Stop! He shouted in his head. He grumbled under his breath.

"I'm about as surprised as you are," Drake muttered.

"SURPRISED DOESN'T EVEN-" He turned back. "She's part of one of the strongest magic families we know..." That fucking explains why she tastes so damn good. She's a failed magus. Now her body just so...- He could feel his mouth starting to salivate. He didn't think he'd have to worry about any humans on his vacation. "Did they tell Lynette not to mention it? So she fucking lied straight to our faces about it."

Drake closed his eyes momentarily, the frantic earlier beats repeated in his ears. He shrugged, "by the sound of her heart when she ran into the room, I don't think she knew."

"How?" Alexander growled, "did they seriously not fucking tell her the whole time? How do they keep that hidden for that long?" Alexander bobbed his head back and forth, "If they erased her memory..." He rolled his eyes, "no, that's stupid. Over erasure poses a risk to the user and who they're using it on."

Drake exhaled, "I have no idea. I guess they would have to be careful..." 

Careful, that doesn't begin to cut it. They'd use magic frequently. You'd have to take turns making sure she never sees it. When they were doing that, or she's that dumb and didn't notice. It really helped him concentrate on a viable reason. He could think of spells like muddle that would confuse individuals, which they could have used on her so she wouldn't understand what was happening. But again, overuse of anything mind-related can cause damage to both of them. 

Drake's chuckle broke his thought, "you know, it's funny, isn't it...if she did decide to leave day one, we still would have met with her again anyway."

His stormish light blue hue stroked the pond's surface. "and now she's part of the family, isn't she?" Great. That... His stomach started to lightly growl. "She's going to be even more annoying than usual."

"Annoying? My sister's far from annoying."

Alexander flicked back, and Drake stared back at the door as well. Her older brother walked out to the backyard to meet them. "So, Drake," he pointed at the male with bangs over his eyes and then to the glasses-clad male, "and Alexander." Wicks smiled, yet he saw the hold of violence behind it. "You know, Lentils mentioned you both a couple of times."

Wicks approached without fear. He left himself open, only his radiating power accompanying him, even more than Charletta. 

Wicks stopped where he was at least twenty feet from either of them, "Why do you both look so tense?" His eyes narrowed, "I just wanted to thank you both for caring for Lynette, as I'm sure you both have been."

Alexander felt the venom. 

Drake spoke out, "we haven't done anything noteworthy."

Wicks's eyes fell onto Alexander. He knows what I am, doesn't he? Fuck. "Don't sell yourselves short." The magus turned his gaze to Drake, "because if I found out anyone ended up hurting her, whether it be a stranger or my brother...I'd kill them." 

His tone had a severe tension, not that Alexander planned to hurt her, but he could feel the threat sinking deep. He broke it with laughter. "not that I have a brother, though." 

Charletta peeked her head out, "Wicks, you should get unpacked!" Her voice sounded like she wanted to say more but refrained as soon as she noticed them. She gave a small wave. "Hey, boys."

Wicks turned around, "yeah."

Alexander exhaled aloud once they were left alone again.

"He's gonna kill us." Drake tried to smirk, "probably more so you."

"Shut up," Alexander said. He looked away and back at the pond. If he and I got into a fight, I would fucking lose...he's a pure fucking prodigy.

...

Lynette

I was alone in the dark. The conversation wouldn't leave my head. I told Madre I was going to take a shower and take rest. 

I should be angry. I thought but couldn't muster it. I can't be because she's right. It wasn't even a sadness anymore. I didn't know what to think. My mind was stockpiled with so much I didn't even know what to ask. 

I stared at the bumpy suitcase with its dimmed color. Everything looked so faint and devoid without the sun.

Is this what made Wicks so upset? This is what he wanted to tell me, wasn't it? I winced when I realized I could have told him about my struggles this whole time. Would I want to?

The door creaked open, and a burst of light blinded me. I squeaked out. 

"ah!"

"What are you doing sitting here in the dark, Lentils," he sang sweetly. 

I squinted through the brightness and up to him. "I was unpacking."

"In the dark?"

I looked back at the case, "yeah."

He sighed, walked in, and shut the door behind him. He dropped down across from the turquoise suitcase next to his maroon one. He pouted his lips, a dissatisfaction as he unzipped his luggage. 

I did the same. And shifted through my clothes, toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, and the gifts I got for everyone. Including the one I brought for Wicks at the festival long ago. I had it under my bed and only remembered them because of the alarm on my phone I set the day before the trip.

I grabbed the small yen-like pouch with the little figurine I got him but stopped as he spoke.

"You should quit your job."

Was he talking to me? He didn't face me. I lowered his gift back.

"Huh?" 

I traced his back with my eyes. His shoulders looked taut, and his ponytail like it'd unravel with any further nods or movement.

"I can pay for anything and everything you need," Wicks replied, taking out his toiletries. 

I have already been there for two months. I can't give up and rely on your money again. "I don't need it. I have my own money."

He got up and didn't glance back, "Lentils, there's no reason for you to work."

"No reason?" I stood up, too, "Wicks, I'm gonna do this. I'm going to make it the year. Then I don't have to worry about money anymore." I'm not going to-. I squeezed my eyelids several times to shoo away the thoughts.

"You're not."

"I am."

Wicks looked back, and I could see the overwhelming concern and fear in his eyes. "You shouldn't be involved in any of this!"

"I've been for nearly two months. It's way too late for that!"

He lifted his head, let out a small yell, then looked back down at me. "It can't be! BECAUSE THEN THAT-" His vocals quit. I hadn't seen him so upset in a while.

"What?" The feeling in my chest returned. "Wicks!"

"I'm taking a shower." 

"Wicks!" I went to grab his wrist, but he turned around his eyes glowed. His hand lit up, and I felt like something had pushed into me, like a gust of air. It knocked me on my butt and ruined my hair. I scrambled up.

"DID YOU USE MAGIC ON ME!!" 

He entered the bathroom and closed the door before I could reach him. 

...

This was submitted as a long list by @dionysusdoctrine . I cut off the last part because it has yet to be talked about AND the reason for moving frequently has not been talked about either. HOWEVER, you are correct. As it's explained here, Lynette has been part of the "monster world" a majority of her life. I have a energy chart I'll end up putting out eventually to explain this further for her!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THIS FAR, EVERYONE! <3 AS ALWAYS HAVE A GOUDA DAY! (Nonnegotiable).

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