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urfavcrime · 1 year ago
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Omg hi Clem i think it’s cuckoo bananas that your gif thing is of katniss and Peet’s bc I just watched the first 2 hunger games movies LAST NIGHT bruh and I need to read like a billion fanfics of them I want to hear peetas though he’s so in love I need to read all about how his love for katniss eats away at him feom the inside out.
.... i have a link to a fic series of the entire hunger games from peeta's pov if you want
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sirazaroff · 5 months ago
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Comms are down 🐰🧰
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hsyliker · 2 years ago
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kdj would be like ohhh god being a worm would be unbearable. i am so humiliated rn. i think i will kill myself again. meanwhile yjh would put him in a jar with leaves and a twig and go on a grand quest to find the most epic & delicious compost for his worm diet. is this anything.
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pianokantzart · 2 months ago
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knockknockitsnickels · 8 months ago
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Old Warly & Webber doodle based on a quote I thought was cute <3
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murfeelee · 10 months ago
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BG3 Illithid Collection
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Here is an Illithid head as an accessory. Fully recolorable variation (the eyes always glow), found under Glasses, Unisex, Naked - Outerwear.
FLAWS: This is my first Head, and I was annoyed the entire time, so it doesn't have the best joints/bones, but I'm too tired to keep going. I threw out his entire outfit I was working on cuz it was terrible, but the Head was the only thing salvageable, so YOLO.
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This set includes 34 items converted from BG3 for your mind flaying brain sucking tentacle hentai pleasures.
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Brain Jar 1 as Floor Light
Brain Jar 2 as Floor Light
Tadpole Pool as Floor Light
Tadpole Brine Pool as Firepit
Tadpole as Decor
Landing Stripes as Floor Lights
Restoration Station as Outdoor Shower (uses the script from EA's outdoor shower, NOT required)
Mind Draining Bed as UNI EP Brain Machine (UNI REQUIRED)
Mind Draining Bed as Lounge Chair
Throne as Armchair
Mind Draining Device as Decor BETA (HIGH POLY 10k)
Pod as Decor
Pod Hanging as Decor
Pod Open as Decor
Cockpit Decor (10k HIGH POLY)
Intellect Devourer as Decor (BETA)
Console as TV (Misc Slots)
There are 6 patterns (Found under Misc):
Brains Patt 1 & 2
Gore Patt 1 & 2
Walls Patt 1 & 2
There are 11 "stage props," pieces of the Nautiloid that are probably only useful for building sets for storytelling, cuz omg they're kind of a pain to fiddle with, esp in Live Mode. The meshes are huge, so you'll VERY likely need large lots and OMSPs. (They should all be in Misc Decor IIRC? Look, I've been abusing the Search Mod, so I don't care where I put things anymore, LOL.)
Sphincter Door as Decor (HIGH POLY 8k)
Sphincter Hole Decor
Nautiloid Cockpit Roof Piece Decor (HIGH POLY 7k)
Platform Decor Piece (HIGH POLY 10k)
Mind Draining Platform Decor Piece (HIGH POLY 10k)
Platform Flat Piece Decor
Nautiloid Cockpit Platform Piece Decor (HIGH POLY 9k)
Nautiloid Crash Tentacle 1, 2, 3 (HIGH POLY 9k)
Nautiloid Tentacles (HIIIIIIIIGH POLY 20k 💀💀💀)
FLAWS: As you can see, this set is quite possibly the most HIGH POLY collection of crap I've ever converted. A lot of this ish is pushing 10k polys, even after I decimated the meshes to heck & back--trust, some of them were 6 figures PLUS, which is insane. So be warned.
In the Absolute's name, enjoy!
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pushing500 · 2 months ago
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I love seeing your rimworld stories! They’re such a joy to see on my dashboard, currently a big fan of a mechanitors message!
will we ever get a tour of the outposts perchance? if they’ve got their own map setups like Sparks does.
I'm so glad you like my stories, especially the Mechanitors. I'm not used to playing with smaller colonies, so I've been having a lot of fun getting to know Mechi and Kwahu so well, as they are the only people allowed to remain on the map for an extended period of time lmao
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Unfortunately, the outposts do not generate maps of their own, which is very sad :( but probably a blessing for my poor laptop
I have thought about making a new save file using the same world seed to build my own interpretations of where the Arwell (and Arno) crew might have set up, but haven't actually done it yet. I like to imagine they've repurposed an Ancient Danger or one of the Ancient Complexes into a base of operations.
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Seed and coordinates for Arwell if anybody feels like having a crack at it themselves. I'd love to see what people think the gang is up to over there!
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plumbwolf · 5 months ago
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Chapters: 25/25 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Cora Hale/Lydia Martin Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Cora Hale, Erica Reyes, Lydia Martin, Vernon Boyd, Malia Tate, Sheriff Stilinski, Jennifer Blake, Deucalion Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Regency, Arranged Marriage, Georgette Heyer's A Civil Contract, Strangers to Lovers, Slow Burn, alternative POV, Magical Stiles Stilinski, No Werewolves, Witchcraft, blood sacrifice, Lingering Battle Wound, Mild Angst, Fluff, Pining For The Wrong Person, Erica Reyes Is A Hale Now, Omegaverse, Alpha Derek, Omega Stiles, Intersex Omegas, Intersex Alphas, Heat Sex, (don't get too excited), Male Pregnancy, land management, Happy Ending, A Very Good Dog - Freeform 
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Derek Hale, Viscount of Beacon, has just been dragged home from the army to clean up the mess his deceased uncle made of his affairs. Finding himself downing in debt, Derek would do anything to save the ancestral home. Even if it means hanging out for a rich spouse. He's willing to offer his savior everything - or at least an introduction to the ton.
Mieczysław Stilinski, heir to an enormous fortune, likes the idea of being Quality - but what he really wants is to please the dead mother and living father who'd enjoy nothing more than to see him elevated. Stiles would do anything to make them both happy; even if that means marrying the most reluctant peer in London.
A contract marriage between them would solve everything.
Unfortunately.
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scifits3ccblog · 8 months ago
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Water Pump as Sink: https://www.simszoo.de/filebase/file/4917-wasserpumpe-s3/
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tosahobi-if · 6 months ago
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Heard that ??? Is a freak??..heh...
Twirls hair giggles trips and falls on concrete
We can be freaks together 🥺🥺🥺
freak4freak romance is the best kind ( ̄︶ ̄)
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br1ghtestlight · 10 months ago
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louise and linda are SOO mom and kid in this scene. like louise being so excited to show her mom a new cool thing she just found and linda's kinda exaggerated surprised reactions like she's never seen water from a fridge before. their dynamic in this episode is literally the sweetest
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urfavcrime · 1 year ago
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Hey bestie where do you get the specifically aspec flags. Actually I don’t want to do it myself. Do you want to find me a like hetero-oriented (I’m a straggot) ace flag? And not necessarily heteromantic ace bc I am that but also I’m not entirely like asexual I think idk
welll all the the hetero ace flags are kinda ugly tbh…
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“Electricity’s just different fire”
— Jackson Baly
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mumms-the-word · 6 months ago
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In Fathoms Below - Ch. 3
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Ch. 3 - Expert in Gibberish
Characters: Gale, Karlach, Wyll, Lae'zel, Shadowheart, Astarion, Halsin, Minthara, Gortash + other OCs; pairing is Gale x fem!Tav Plot: The island city of Nautera disappeared over 4500 years ago, if it ever existed at all. Now not a single, legitimate record of Nautera exists, save for one. The Nauterran Account. Long thought lost, it has recently been retrieved from the depths of Candlekeep’s archives and placed into the capable hands of one Gale Dekarios. With the Nauterran Account in hand and an eclectic team of Baldurians and other allies mounting an official expedition, Gale journeys to find the ruins of Nautera…but hopes to find so much more. A/N: Kind of a slow chapter today, sorry friends. Also, today’s chapter touches on Gale’s history with Mystra, but I don’t want to pretend that my interpretation of the events here are at all Gale’s canon. BG3 doesn’t tell us when Gale was selected as a Chosen of Mystra or when he became lovers with Mystra. The year I picked is just something that worked for this fic. Remember, it’s all for fun!
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The view outside the windows of the submersible was an alluring gloom of wonder and mystery, eerily beautiful and unsettling. Moving through the depths felt a little like being suspended in a starless sky at twilight, when the night painted the world in shades of blue. Only this blue was much deeper and all-encompassing, stretching out in all directions, above and below. Every now and again, the shadowy crags of some undersea cliff would appear off to the side, just out of reach of the lights, blurry and indistinct, reminding Gale that he wasn’t suspended in an actual void; but otherwise, there wasn’t much to see. Just deep cerulean water, shadows of rocks, and the occasional school of silver fish darting out of the submersible’s path.
“We’re approaching two hundred fathoms below the surface, saer,” a gnome pilot said, watching the needles on a series of gauges.
“Very good,” Gortash said. “Level out and keep us moving east. I want to reach those trenches in less than a day.”
As Redhammer and the other pilots called out commands and responses, leveling out the submersible so that it no longer descended into the depths, Gortash turned his back on the view and clasped his hands together. “Now then, seeing as we’re well underway, I think it’s time we made plans. Gale, if you would join us?”
Gale, the other companions that he had met, and several more uniformed men and women he didn’t yet know gathered around the desk at the center of the room. By the time Gale had taken his place opposite Gortash, the desk and maps between them, they had a small audience of about thirty people, not counting the pilots still working around the perimeter of the helm.
“I trust you’ve had time to study that book, Gale?” Gortash asked, gesturing to the satchel that hung from Gale's shoulder and rested on his hip.
“Not as much as I’d like, but I haven’t ended my study yet,” he said, pulling the book from his satchel. He carefully opened the book, turning over the thick vellum pages until he landed on a break in the center. The right side was written in familiar draconic script, while the left page was written using more fluid, curling characters—Hamarfae, the script of the ancient elves. “The journal appears to have been written at two separate times, in two separate languages, though likely by the same author. The first half details the journey of a Netherese mage, an apprentice or colleague of the infamous Ioulaum of Netheril, as they arrived in Nautera before it sank beneath the waves. It breaks off abruptly about halfway through, however, and the second half picks up what appears to be decades later, with the mage attempting to locate Nautera beneath the sea. The first half can tell us much about the city before its descent, but the last half will lead us to where it is now. At least, theoretically.”
“So what’s the catch?” Wyll asked. “There has to be a catch.”
“Well, the last half is easy enough to read. It’s written in Loross, the language of the Netherese nobility and Netheril’s most esteemed scholars. Simple to translate, if you’ve studied it as I have. The issue lies with the first half of the book—it’s written in Seldruin.”
Minthara scoffed. “The dead language of faeries. How fitting."
Halsin flicked his gaze at Minthara, a frown briefly touching his lips, before focusing again on Gale. “The last sages who studied, read, or spoke Seldruin died out nearly two centuries ago. As far as I know, no one has made efforts to keep the knowledge of Seldruin alive since then. If you can make out even simple words, it would be more than impressive—it would be astounding.”
"Do you even need to?" Shadowheart asked. "The Netherese part has directions to where Nautera is now. The first half is just fluff in comparison."
Gale shook his head. "I disagree. The first half provides much-needed context for all the rest. And I can read some of it—the translation process is just a bit slow."
"You can already read Seldruin?" Haslin asked, looking astonished.
“Well, I’m hardly an expert in it, but I’ve managed to make some headway,” Gale said, unable to resist a bit of pride creeping into his voice. Cradling the book in one hand, he held up a finger as he began to explain, “And it’s actually quite simple. If you use the Loross as a kind of cipher, then look for loanwords between the two languages, identify the connections to archaic and modern Elven, keeping the different rules for conjugations and declensions and so forth in mind, you—”
He glanced up, in the middle of gesturing with his free hand, to find that most had confused or bored expressions. Karlach looked particularly lost and Minthara particularly uninterested. He cut himself off and cleared his throat. “You…ah, well, suffice it to say that I’ve been able to decipher several pages since obtaining the book. For example…”
He returned to the very first page of the journal and traced his finger along the first line of Seldruin, speaking the words aloud. A strange tingle, faint and almost imperceptible, buzzed at the back of his mind, and though the first words came out clunky and stilted, the rest of the sentence issued forth much more smoothly, as if he innately knew the language. 
He paused. That had never happened before. But then again, this was the first time he’d tried to speak the Seldruin out loud. 
He focused back on the text. “Roughly translated, it means, ‘I write this in the language of the Nauterrans, replicating their speech in the hopes that we might also learn to replicate their Art.’ I suspect our author began his account after he had arrived in the city. He must have been learning Seldruin from the Nauterrans.”
“Impressive,” Gortash said, yet his smile betrayed a different opinion. It was a smile like that of a patient adult viewing a child’s poorly drawn artwork rather than someone who had any real sense of the subject matter Gale was presenting. “But for now, what we require is not a lesson in linguistics, but a location to investigate. We don’t have enough resources to sweep the entire ocean floor for days without end.”
Gale tried to rein in some of his irritation. “Yes, well, that is where the second half of the journal comes in. Our nameless author appears to have tried to locate Nautera again, years after its disappearance. He discovered potential paths below the sea.”
“Ah, yes. Paths beginning here,” Lae’zel said, reaching over and pointing to an area of one of the charts, showing a series of trenches and crevices along the seabed.
He couldn’t help but be impressed. “Yes, precisely. How did you know?”
“The records of K’liir state that the last known entrance to Nautera lies in deep sea trenches east of Faerûn. These are the only trenches of any significance between Faerûn and Evermeet, according to your maps.” She looked a little smug as she straightened up. “Did you think we were merely wandering aimlessly through the sea?”
“How do your people know these trenches hold an entrance to Nautera?” Shadowheart asked, a bit of bratty petulance creeping into her tone. “Have they discovered the city already?”
“Of course not,” Lae’zel snapped. “But they discovered the remnants of ancient roads and bridges. The kind that would have connected Nautera to its sister cities on the other islands…or so it is believed. Somewhere in these trenches, there should be the ruins of two statues. No doubt built to ward off superstitious fools.”
“Or guide them to safe harbor,” Gale said. “According to the Nauterran Account, when Ioulaum and his fellow mages arrived, before the disappearance of the islands, they first saw twin statues that rose nearly one hundred meters above the water, flanking an entrance to a bay where ships could safely dock or anchor.” 
He turned the pages of the book to show a sketch of the statues. They looked like two elven figures, though built in a less elegant style than most elven iconography these days. Their features were simple, their clothing little more than geometric designs across their bodies. Each held one hand up level with their chest, palms facing outward, with the other hand held flat before them, palms upward. A welcoming gesture, one that promised open-handed generosity and peace. 
Gale laid the book on the table with the images of the statues visible for everyone to see. “When the author returned later, he found these statues broken and resting among the trenches. The entrance to the Underdark we’re looking for should be close by.”
He shot a surreptitious glance at Gortash, as if to say See? The Seldruin half is useful. But Gortash’s eyes were on the book on the table.
“So if we find these statues, we find the roads leading to Nautera,” he said.
“In theory, yes.”
“Is it just going to be lying at the bottom of the ocean?” Karlach asked, peering over Wyll’s shoulder. “The whole city?”
“No. It’s much more likely that it has been covered by rocks and other land formations and is somewhere in the Underdark now.”
“But if we’re approaching underwater, then wouldn’t the Underdark spaces be just as flooded with water as everywhere else?” Wyll asked. Across the desk from him, Minthara scoffed quietly, but it was Gale who continued to answer.
“Not quite,” he said. “According to this author, the curve and angle of the tunnels in the trenches are formed so that they should lead to an air pocket, and from there, into the Underdark. Think of it like this—the undersea tunnels function more or less the same way rudimentary plumbing functions.”
He reached for a piece of graphite and quickly sketched out a schematic of what he meant on a scrap piece of parchment, showing the curve of the tunnels and a simple bubble filled only partly with water.
Shadowheart turned her head to murmur to Karlach. “Wizard, linguist, plumber…hard to believe this guy is single.” Karlach snickered and Wyll, overhearing it as well, covered his mouth with his hand to hide his smile.
Gale tried to ignore her. “The point is, it’s been thousands of years since the islands disappeared, and Toril has seen a great deal of change since then. Not the least of which was the Spellplague and the Second Sundering.”
There was a kind of contemplative hush at the mention of the Second Sundering. The memory of it felt fresh, though it had begun almost a decade ago and ended four years ago. All of Toril had felt the effects of Ao’s sundering, rumored to have separated the world of Toril from the overlapping world of Abeir. Entire cities and civilizations vanished or blinked into existence, some of them all at once and others appearing slowly over time, as if the land were stretching a little each day. A number of wars and catastrophic natural disasters happened, like the Great Rain that lasted for days upon days, or various floating earthmotes crashing to the ground, or even a few stars falling from the sky. For most, the Sundering was no more noteworthy than the local war or strange event that happened nearby, but there were very few people who were left wholly unaffected. 
Though Gale hadn’t experienced much of a physical difference in Waterdeep at the time, everyone at Blackstaff Academy was following the events closely, tracking changes around the world. It wasn’t just the physical landscape that was changing; the fabric of the Weave was reforming and repairing itself from the damage of the Spellplague. Gods thought long dead were returning, some of them physically walking on Toril and gathering new followers, new Chosen. It was during this time that Mystra, who had been slowly revealing herself to her followers by whispering into their thoughts and dreams, had finally returned in full force.
The same year that the Sundering had been completed, just over four years ago, was the same year that Mystra had unveiled herself to him and took him as her lover, after years of whispering the promise of it in his ears and making him one of her Chosen. He hadn’t even made it five years as her lover before mucking things up and falling from her grace.
He pushed those thoughts aside for now. His melancholy wouldn’t help them find Nautera.
“Regardless,” he said, breaking the silence. “The world has changed greatly since the disappearance of Nautera, so it should be no surprise that the city is now buried. If we can find those statues, we’ll find one of the oldest underwater entrances to get us to Nautera, taking us through the Underdark and, gods-willing, to the final resting place of the lost city.”
“Then it’s settled,” Gortash said. “Gale, Lae’zel, you two compare your notes and work with our navigators to narrow the search for the statues. The rest of you, be on standby. I want all eyes on the lookout when we approach those deep sea trenches.”
Gale ventured a glance at Lae’zel, expecting to find more hostility from the githyanki soldier, but she merely regarded him with a cool stare. As the others dispersed, some of them leaving the helm entirely, she crossed her arms.
“Well?” she asked. “Why do you stare at me so?”
“Oh, I—no reason. No reason at all.” He cleared his throat and pulled out the chair, gesturing for her to sit. “Why don’t we make ourselves comfortable? It may take some time to determine anything useful.”
She didn’t move a muscle. “I can stand.”
“Right…” Gale hesitated for a moment before giving in and taking the chair himself. “Then we’d best get started.”
While the pilots continued to work around the helm under the watchful gazes of Gortash and Minthara, Gale and Lae’zel worked with a couple of cartographers and navigators to work out a location to investigate. Karlach, Wyll, Shadowheart, and Halsin remained in the helm, sitting or standing near the windows to watch the undersea world drift along, sometimes engaging in conversation with one another and sometimes lapsing into thoughtful silence as the hours crawled by. Down here in the blue depths, Gale lost all sense of time, though he noted the waters getting darker and darker.
Although Lae’zel was reluctant to hand over the slates she had with her, she did show Gale how to identify separate words in tir’su and briefly explained how the written language operated. Between the journal’s account of the journey as it would have been 4500 years ago and the somewhat more recent githyanki’s explorations in the same area, they were able to narrow down a few possible areas on the maps as viable locations to search. They marked these on the map of the sea floor.
“It’s curious,” Gale said, as the navigator picked up the map they had marked and took it over to Gortash to consult with him. “Why would the githyanki be interested in an ancient elven city?”
“The githyanki are interested in many things,” Lae’zel said. “Not the least of which are powerful artifacts.”
“Ah. So you’re interested in the lost mythallar as well.”
Lae’zel frowned. “I said nothing about—”
She broke off at the sound of a commotion outside the helm. They and several others in the room turned to see three figures struggling just beyond the open metal doorway. Gale rose from his chair right as they burst into the room—two dark-clad drow soldiers and a pale, white-haired elf held firmly between them.
The elf struggled and bared his teeth, revealing two sharp fangs. “Unhand me you vile—” He stopped as he noticed his audience, his red eyes widening. “Ah…oh dear.”
“What is the meaning of this?” Gortash asked, handing back the map to his navigator. Minthara made a signal with her hand and one of the drow kicked the back of the pale elf’s knee, causing him to grunt and crumple. His knees hit the metal floor with a painful thud.
“A stowaway, Nightwarden,” the second drow said, ignoring Gortash to address Minthara. “We found him sneaking around the supply room.”
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auutumn · 6 months ago
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i was randomly thinking about this.... but i need to see the development of industrialization in the human realm and its subsequent effects on prythian, centuries down the line from the original trilogy. would the fae incorporate some elements? would they develop their own inventions? would they scoff at the ridiculous mortal contraptions? I need 18/19 century vibes in prythian.
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faeriefrolic · 6 months ago
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Dead tired, hungry and vision blackening, with only a few hours on the clock until the trip is over.... can Holly make it in time and be cured of the curse? ⏳
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