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turtlesoutofspace · 3 months ago

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We know better

Mitello, based on rise, fits other iterations. Nsft, bc of bodies reacting to each other

Raph and Leo fight.

They fight and the others hide and try to keep each other amused, overwhelmed by hyper empathy and sensitivity, the screaming, emotions and noise and fear of how far the fight would go.

One day Mikey held them chained to opposite walls, lost his grip, and got his snout broken by Raph.

Mikey doesn't try to interrupt anymore.

Donnie builds curios, trinkets that only exist to make Mikey smile. A normal desire, to help someone he loves feel happier, safer.

He never was able to fully process how Mikey's response struck him.

It's like he's still there when he tries, hearing mikey croak out a thank you, beaming even as he cries.

Donnie suspects the main issue was an unusually large hit of dopamine. His favorite brother genuinely, fully appreciating something donnie made. Being able to soothe someone. Actually soothe them. The way mikey laid with his head on donnie's thigh, watching the projector spin, making constellations twirl across the roof of their blanket fort.

Mikey fell asleep like that, his head on donnie's lap, and he was so beautiful. So loving and kind and sweet and bright and warm, everything Donatello envied and could never be, if others and the unchanging nature of sapient life were to be believed.

Michelangelo is the center of Donnie's universe.

Michelangelo is Donnie's everything.

Donnie sat rigid, nausea building as he ran tests.

Who he would grieve the most. Dark, but telling. Who he would struggle the most without. Angelo, no hesitation. Who his favorite is.

Who he agrees with when they compliment themself.

Who he thinks of as cutest. Prettiest, most beautiful.

Who he thinks of as beautiful every time he sees him.

Donnie chokes down bile. Disgust is well warranted, but won't serve him. He can do this, he just has to figure out what's going on and he can take the appropriate measures to stop anything from happening.

He thinks, for less than half a second, about what he could possibly be afraid of regarding mikey. Mikey is safe, mikey is his person.

He actually loves mikey. Not like the others, not that that isn't love, but-

His brain fractures, what he's afraid of seeps in.

He never gets rid of it, the disease takes and he has always thought of angelo as his angelo, hasn't he? His sweet little brother, who he loves, more than anyone else. The beautiful boy asleep with his head on Donnie's lap, who comes to donnie with everything, comes to donnie when he wants to feel safe and far away from the world.

Mikey sketches in his lab, brings him treats first and Donnie has to be actually sick because he thinks that means something, and he knows he's sick he knows he has to keep the bile down and he's crying and it hurts his eyes and his head.

Mikey stirs. Rolls over to look up at donnie, frowns. "Hey, hey, Donnie, why the tears?"

Donnie cries harder.

And mikey's kneeling beside him, checking donnie's forehead and admitting he doesn't know what a fever feels like.

Mikey's gone, dashing out of the pillow fort and his traincar to brave the fight. just to get supplies for donnie.

Because donnie's having a pity party over being attracted to him, probably, definitely attracted. Probably in love.

Mikey's back and donnie's blushing, cheeks hot and mikey doesn't know what a fever temperature is for a turtle mutant with human dna, donnie should but he can't think of it or anything except bits of red in the amber of mikey's eyes, soft cheeks, cerulean skin marred with beautiful scars, dappled with markings, all gold.

Mikey leans his forehead against donnie's to feel the difference. Donnie stops breathing for a moment, and he wants everything he can't have, were he basically any other person alive he wouldn't have to feel guilty for thinking a beautiful, sweet, wonderful boy is beautiful and sweet and wonderful. How could his thoughts be bad when they're just the truth? His emotions wrong when he can't help them?

Mikey's asking some question, donnie isn't listening. Mikey grabs his face. Donnie flops onto the pile of pillows and blankets, taking mikey with him.

He gets to say it. Just once. And mean it and feel the sick rush of being able to say what he actually feels to mikey's face.

"I love you."

Mikey's eyes shift. Barely. Pupils narrow, then dilate.

"Why are you saying it like that, Donnie?"

Shit. Shit. Shitshitshitshit-

Donnie tries to face away, Mikey turns him back. "Repeat it. Say it the exact same way."

"No, i'm not performing affection."

"It's just a test, donnie. What's the harm?"

"I love you?"

Mikey slowly shakes his head, never breaking eye contact.

"No. You said it like this."

Mikey takes a deep breath. When he speaks, it's low, shaky.

Is that how Donnie sounded?

"I love you."

Hesitant and vulnerable and sincere and resigned and his voice is raspy, when it's low it makes something in donnie tighten, it's thrown him off it always has he's always loved mikey's voice-

"Are you okay? Is this still about raph and leo?"

Maybe donnie assumed too much. Maybe mikey didn't catch onto anything other than donnie being weird-

"It feels like you have a problem with me."

Donnie can't breathe.

"Did I do something?"

Donnie can't lie, he never could.

"Are you... upset with me?"

He needs something, anything.

"No."

"Are you... scared?"

"No."

"But it has to do with me?"

"...No, of course-"

"Liar." Mikey breathes out. The air feels weird. The quiet, the distant sound of water, electrical humming, muffled by the blanket fort, all weird, too much. Targeting donnie specifically somehow. Everything is weird. And bad. Donnie wants to go to bed.

"Goodnight."

So he does.

Mikey follows him out of the blanket fort, across the main area of the lair, no faint arguing to be heard, nothing but two sets of footsteps, mikey's quiet pleading.

"I just wanna know what's up."

Donnie's ribs ache. His thighs rub together too easily in the worst way, gliding and messy and he's crying again, the universe is cruel. He couldn't have a normal life, crushes who could love him back, windows with sunlight and bookstores and running as far as he could without broken glass and he loves his life, he does, he loves solitude and quiet. He loves dark, cold rooms.

But he'd like to actually have mikey.

He shakes his head, they go into donnie's room, another train car he remodeled.

Donnie turns off the lights, crawls into bed. Plugs in his phone, tries to, gives up. Whatever, life as he knows it is over anyway.

And mikey crawls on top of him, just heavy enough to be comforting, warm and soft from indulging in the treats he makes, not that donnie's fared any better, absentmindedly eating anything mikey gives him, trusting that it will meet his sensory needs.

It always does.

Donnie is miserable.

Mikey pries and threatens and bribes until a tactic works.

His lip wobbles. "I won't sleep if you're upset because of me."

Donnie is certain he's going to get disowned in an incredibly stupid, misguided attempt keep mikey happy.

"I am not upset at you."

Mikey's eyes widen, tears start to flow. "But you're upset because of me? Did I hurt you?"

Shit.

"No. No, no, my brain's just broken, it's none of your concern. An intrusive thought stressed me out."

"Your intrusive thoughts don't usually bother you this much. Did I get hurt?"

"No-well technically-"

"Did I hurt you in the thought? I'm so sorry-"

Donnie chokes a bit on his laugh. "What? No! No, no-please, mikey, we have to stop talking about this, I can't think about it anymore."

"Why? It can't hurt either of us. Just tell me, let me reassure you and you'll feel better. So i sort of got hurt?"

"I didn't-if it was violent i wouldn't be bothered. Because that would never happen."

"And this could?"

Donnie is going to die.

Mikey is sitting on his lap, his face inches away.

"Get off of me"

"Not until you tell me what it was, I know you were thinking about me."

"It's not my fault."

"I know."

"I didn't hurt you-"

"You never would."

"I just crossed a boundary."

"Physical or emotional?"

The quick response throws Donnie. He eyes the manipulative demon sitting on his lap, pretty tears long gone.

"stop asking questions."

"Both?"

Donnie will never speak ever again, he decides.

Mikey shifts his weight, grabs donnie's jaw, guides him to face mikey. Just a little bit more forceful than necessary.

"So you had an intrusive thought about crossing some boundary with me that makes you scared of being near me. even though you're certain you would never hurt me. The intrusive thought is about you crossing a physical or emotional boundary with me. Is it incest?"

Donnie can't say no and make it convincing, he can't speak, he doesn't try.

"Are you nonverbal?"

Donnie nods.

"Was I right?"

Donnie doesn't move.

"Was it one intrusive thought? Or a steady feeling? Oh-no, shh, it'll be alright."

Donnie covers his eyes and sobs. Mikey rolls off, wriggles under the covers, pulls donnie into his arms. He undoes his older brother's mask, takes his goggles off. Wristlet, elbow pads, gloves. "So you were just gonna go to sleep with these on? There, that should be better. There you go, lie with your head on my chest, heartbeat will help calm you down."

It's probably bullshit. Donnie lies there anyway. It helps. Might just be because of the softness and warmth and how mikey smells like safety and home and warmth and that stupid forest their dad dragged them into, their shared dad donnie is so gross-

Mikey's voice is quiet, tentative. "What if i had the same thoughts? Would you think i'm horrible?"

"Of course not." He could never.

"Then we're good. Also reptiles. Half siblings. Not that big of a deal."

He turns over and donnie's face is buried in his chest and it's so soft and if donnie never gets to cuddle like this with his beloved again He will actually die.

Donnie makes a note to research Mating behaviors on ornate box turtles the next morning.

Mikey's voice cracks when he speaks. Donnie has literally never heard him speak so quietly.

"So you arent going to ask me anything?"

"Do you also-"

"Yeah."

"How long?"

"No idea. Maybe since forever. You?"

"Yeah, same."

"What now?"

"I think we have to die from shame or something"

"Okay. What then?"

"We stay dead."

Mikey scrunches up his snout. He might be the cutest thing ever, and is definitely killing donnie because of it. "No we don't."

Donnie would argue with anyone else. "Okay. We reincarnate."

"And?"

"Find each other again."

"And?"

"And then we get another shot. We can ideally have whatever we want, it'll be healthy if we're really lucky, if we find-"

"Why can't we take this one?"

"Because i'm not doing anything and neither are you."

"Why?"

"Because we know better."

Mikey kisses him.

#tcest #dddne #mitello #rise tcest #mikeydon #mikey x donnie

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citruswriter · 5 months ago

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Body Shots

Listen with me! ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

Warnings: Tcest (you have been warned!), dead dove do not eat, polyamory, Reader is AFAB, fem terms, a brief April x Reader moment, voyeurism, exhibitionism, alcoholplay? alcoholplay, slight degradation, nipple play, choking, no cloaca stuff, sadism (if you squint).

A/N: This fic is brought to you by Red's server and their begging for me to write this fic as soon as I mentioned it.

Lights flashed as you danced your way through the crowd. The alcohol in your system had given you a light buzz, enough to get you tipsy but not enough to get you drunk. You finally reached the makeshift bar that Leo had set up for the house party and eagerly took a seat, ready to get off your wobbly legs. "Hey tiny. Need anything?" Leo's voice came, cutting through the music and straight into your ears. You turned your chair to face him with a playful glare. "First of all, I'm not tiny, you're just huge!" You snipped at him, causing the giant slider turtle to laugh at your exasperation. "Second of all, yes I do need something. Something fruity." Was all you said with a wave of your hand, silently giving Leo permission to make you whatever the fuck he wanted as long as it tasted fruity.

Seconds later Leo approached you once more, cocktail in hand. You reached up to grab it but Leo kept it just out of reach. "What do we say, pretty girl?" He taunted and you huffed. "Give me!" You demanded, sitting on the stool with your knees so you could reach higher. Leo laughed softly and shook his head, leaning in so he was in your face, noses only an inch apart. "Try again, amor". He purred and you felt your face heat up. "P-Please?" You ask, holding your hand out and Leo smirked down at you, handing you your drink. "Good girl. See that wasn't so hard, was it?" He teased and you groaned, settling back into your chair properly. "I hate you". You hissed but Leo could see the grin you were fighting. "Bitch please. You love me". He said smugly and you chuckled, making a hand motion as if to say "yea I guess you're right".

You bring the glass to your lips, sampling a taste of your mystery cocktail. Leo watched you with a smug smirk as he saw you brighten at the taste, licking the corners of your mouth, and smacking your lips. "Wow this is really good, Leo". You praised and Leo gave a dramatic bow. "Only the finest for the lady". He said and the two for you giggled together. You continued to sip at your drink, enjoying the taste of pomegranate and orange dancing on your tongue. You closed your eyes and let the dizzying feeling of the alcohol wash over you.

"Just a green tea shot, Leo". Said another voice, causing your eyes to crack open and peer at your new bar mate. Michelangelo Hamato. The turtle terrapin in orange. "Hey Mikey". You spoke up, smile beginning to grace your features. Mikey looked over, smiling back as he moved his locs out of his face. "Hey angel". He said back and you couldn't help but giggle as your face heated up from the nickname. Leo slid Mikey's green tea shot over and Mikey leaned over the bar to give the slider a thank you kiss. Your eyes darted between the two of them as Leo leaned in to deepen the kiss more and soon the two of them were French kissing in front of you. Leo parted first, needing to tend to some other yokai that had approached the bar. Mikey hummed but his eyes soon found yours again. "Just casually watching my mate and I make out in front of you?" He asked, tone teasing. You smiled softly and sipped your drink once more. "What can I say. I'm a bit of a voyeur". You said with a shrug, tone mischievous. Mikey chuckled, taking his shot and leaning forward to be able to hear you better. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were flirting". He purred out and you couldn't help but swallow thickly as he got into your personal space. "Maybe I am". You breathed back, tongue darting out to nervously lick your lips.

A cheer broke the tension and you and Mikey turned to see the yokai that had pulled Leo away pouring alcohol on each other and drinking. You tilted your head in confusion. "What are you guys doing?" You called and one of the yokai, a bunny, perked up at the sound of your voice. "Body shots! Come do them with us!" He shouted and you slid out of your chair, making your way to them as they began to explain body shots and how to do them. Mikey stood next to you, and you were suddenly aware of his body heat radiating off of him. "Shit let's do it". Mikey said, turning to you and holding up his green tea shot. The yokai around you cheered and you stared up at Mikey, cheeks heating up once more that night. You smirk, trying not to appear flustered and shrugged your shoulders. "Sure. Where you want your alcohol?" You asked, expecting him to say something like your belly button. Instead the box turtle grinned at you and glanced down to your breasts, which were very much perky thanks to your push up bra.

Taking a shaky breath, you steeled your nerves and brushed your hair back, and presented your chest to him. Mikey couldn't help but chuckle at your attempt to fake confidence. You gathered your breasts in your arms to help create more of a "cup" with your cleavage. Mikey poured the liquid onto your chest and let it collect in your cleavage. You gasped as the cold liquid collided with you heated flesh, but you barely had a moment to process anything beyond that as Mikey dipped his head down to drink the shot from your breasts. His lips sucked the liquid from your chest and you had to steady yourself, lest your breath give away just how much this was turning you on. You felt a drop or two of the liquid slip in between your breasts, drawing a soft groan from you. "Goddammit Mikey. Some of the liquid slipped and now my body's gonna be all sticky". You whined and Mikey looked up at you. "My bad, let me clean that up for you". He rumbled softly, hands going to grope at your chest. You squeaked out as you felt his tongue slide between your breasts and down to the flesh that was still hidden by your dress. His hands gripped your chest and you squirmed in his grip, trying your damnedest not to moan.

Not that it mattered, the other yokai had already wandered off again, too drunk to stay in one place for long. "M-Mikey! F-Fucking hell". Was all you could groan out as Mikey detached his face from your chest, chuckling darkly at your reaction. "Sorry, darling. Did I fluster you?" He teased and you swore you could smack him with how smug he looked. "Not at all". You said as evenly as you could. Mikey let out a few clicks, a noise that seemed to vibrate his plastron as he leaned in. "You're lying". He growled out, making your whole body shudder. "There's no point in lying to me when I can smell you". He taunted, a finger reaching up to slip under a bra strap. He fiddled with it before pulling it back and letting it snap against your skin. You jumped slightly, eyes still on his as he seemed to draw closer into your space. Fingers trailed up your inner thigh, causing your breath to hitch. "Brother," another voice came and your head snapped to Leo, "You know better than to hog new playthings". He scolded softly and Mikey grinned wickedly.

"Like you have any room talking". Mikey shot back playfully, fingers reaching up and under your dress to rub at your clothed core. You gasped out, hands shooting up to grip his arm. "April won't be happy". Leo tried to reason, but his eyes glanced down to where Mikey's hand had disappeared under your dress. "But I can't help it". Mikey purred, eyes drinking in your expressions. You whined softly, eyes darting around nervously. "Relax pretty girl". Mikey cooed softly as he removed his hand briefly. You let out a sigh of relief but it was short lived as his hand dived into your panties, a finger sinking into your sopping wet cunt. "Fuck Leo. You should feel how wet she is". He said, casting him a taunting gaze. Leo swallowed thickly. "You must really want April to punish you. And you know how Donnie always joins in when she punishes one of us". Leo said with a shake of his head but a grin graced his face none the less.

Mikey hummed softly and he gazed down at you, soft keening moans being pulled from your pretty throat as his finger seemed to hit all sorts of pleasure spots inside your walls. Your eyes pricked with tears as pleasure rolled throughout your body and you tried your damnedest to keep yourself from being loud. You cried out as Mikey hit your g-spot, earning you a smack to your thigh with Mikey's spare hand. "Quiet, slut". He growled. "Leo, my love. Can you do me a favor and get me another shot?" Mikey asked, causing Leo to snap out of his growingly horny haze. Leo quickly nodded, getting to work on making Mikey another green tea shot before sliding it over. Mikey jerked Leo forward by his collar, smashing his lips to Leo's and puppy licking the roof of his mate's mouth. "Good boy". He purred out, causing Leo to whine softly. Your eyes hazily drift from Mikey to Leo then back to Mikey, tongue darting out to lick your lips as you wondered what Mikey's lips would feel on yours.

Mikey noticed your drifting eyes and pulled his fingers out, causing you to whine at the loss. "So needy". He teased, taking the shot and pouring it onto your chest. You gasped cold liquid met hot flesh once more. You quickly drew your arms up to create a cup with your cleavage like you had before but you could already feel a few drops slipping onto your stomach. Mikey wasted no time pressing his mouth to your breasts, slurping the liquid up before, diving between your valley with his tongue. You squeaked as he full on just pulled a titty out the top of your dress and began to suck on a nipple. "Mikey! Mikey there are people!" You hissed out in panic, cursing as your body reacted to his touch despite your say so, spine arching into his touch. Mikey grumbled and pulled away, stuffing your breast back into your dress. "Please. Most of these people are too drunk to realize what's going on". He murmured, tongue licking up your chest and neck. "April is gonna punish the fuck outta you for this". Leo grumbled, thumbs typing away on his phone screen.

"There's no way you're snitching on me". Mikey gasped in fake offense and Leo smirked up at the orange banded terrapin. They bickered playfully while your world span around you, body buzzing from Mikey's touch and the alcohol. "Well since I'm already in trouble, might as well finalize my funeral". You heard Mikey's voice, his hands grabbing you by the back of your thighs and bringing him into your lap. You shook as he firmly gripped your thighs and made you grind down on his hard on. You whined out once more and pawed at his waistband, too drunk off his essence to care about the others around you. Mikey shot a smirk towards Leo, as if to taunt the man. Leo growled and went to text April once more. "If you're gonna tease me like this, least you can do is finish the job Michaelangelo". You purred, relishing in the way his body shuddered when you said his full name. "Voyeur and an exhibitionist? Pinch me, I must be dreaming". Mikey said in a teasing tone as he undid his belt to pull his cock out.

You did your best to keep silent as you slid down on his length, taking deep breaths as you adjusted to feeling so damn full. "Tch. You say that as if I'm not either of those things". Leo said, tone slightly salty. "Sounds like somebody's jealous". You sing song out, tilting your head back to smirk at him. Leo growled lowly. "Careful, sweetheart. Might just use you to let out all my frustrations. Being a bartender is hard work". Your breathy laughter turned into moaning as Mikey began to pump into your core. "P-Promise?" You stutter out, batting your eyelashes at him. Leo ran his tongue over his canines. "If I wasn't behind the counter, I'd be fucking that pretty throat of yours right now". He mused, feeling his previous saltiness give way to the utter urge to devour you. You shuddered at his words, keening as Mikey gripped your hips and angled them to reach deeper into you. Leo made his way from behind the bar to by your side as casually as possible. "Sluts. Both of you are". Leo chided before wrapping a hand around your throat and crashing his mouth against yours. You moaned into Leo's mouth, a noise he gladly ate up. With Leo's mouth over yours, you allowed some slightly louder noises to slip out, the noises muffled by Leo's own hungry mouth.

"As if you are any better". Mikey rumbled, groaning lowly as you clenched around him. Leo pulled his mouth away from yours, relishing in the fucked out look you have him with bruised lips. "Yeah you're right. But you're also, just as bad. Really? Fucking our long time friend?" Leo taunted and Mikey huffed a laugh. "Says the one making out with her". Mikey shot back and Leo couldn't help but chuckle. "Can't help myself when she's just so good". He breathed, pushing his thumb into your mouth. Mikey watched as you instantly wrapped your lips around it, sucking and staring up at Leo through your lashes. Mikey brought a hand to your clit, rubbing at your pearl and smiling gleefully as your hips jerked and you let your head drop back to cry out. Leo growled softly, glancing over his shoulder to see a few individuals eyeing the bar curiously. Luckily, thanks to his and Mikey's shells, they really couldn't see anything.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. M close. Close Mikey". You slurred out, the knot in your gut so close to snapping. Leo leaned in to take advantage of your exposed neck, licking and biting at the flesh, causing you to wrap a hand around his neck and gasp out. It was all too much and not enough at the same time. "You wanna cum, pretty girl?" Mikey cooed out and you nodded frantically. "I don't know, Leo. Should we let her cum?" Mikey asked and your eyes snapped to Leo's. "I don't know". He drawled out and you whined. "Maybe if she begs for it". Leo said with a smirk and if you weren't already on cloud nine with Mikey's dick in your pussy, you would have strangled him right then and there. "Please Leo?" You whined out, causing the two men to exchange a smirk. "Please, please, please. Let me cum. Please, I need it so bad. Needa cum on your brother's cock so badly". Tears began streaking down your cheeks and you watched as Leo's pupils dilated at the sight. "Please? Promise I'll do whatever you want to me after. Pretty please?" Your voice was high pitched and breathy as you just barely managed to keep yourself from tumbling over the edge.

Leo let out a "fuck" and nodded, cradling the back of your head as Mikey sped up. "Yeah you can cum, pretty thing. Such a good girl". He purred out, nuzzling into your neck and nipping at your flesh. You smacked a hand over your mouth, moaning as you finally came, pleasure coursing through your veins. Mikey moaned as he fucked you through your orgasm, spilling his seed into you not too long after your own orgasm. Leo watched as the two of you climbed down from your orgasms before gently grabbing your waist and helping you off. Mikey stuffed his cock back into his pants before leaning back into the chair and taking a deep breath. Leo leaned you up against the bar, a hand dipping down to fix your panties, but not before he plunged a finger straight into your core. You whined out, legs shaking at the feeling of Leo's finger pushing Mikey's cum into you as much as possible. You almost whined again when Leo's finger finally left you, briefly lingering to finish its original task of fixing your panties before stepping back.

"Water anybody?" Leo asked and both you and Mikey nodded. A few minutes later and you were sitting on a stool next to Mikey with an empty water bottle. "So..." A voice came, and you hummed softly in delight as you felt soft fingers trail down your neck. You tilted your head back into the person behind you, cracking your eyes open to see the one and only April. "I hear we're hogging new playthings". Her tone was low, dangerous and your body shuddered as you gazed up at her. She noticed and couldn't help but grin down at you. "And despite you snitching, I very clearly saw you joining in on the fun Leonardo". Another voice came. Deeper. Donatello. You saw him slide behind the bar to grip at his twin's waist and Leo gave a guilty smile. "Looks like two boys are about to be in a lot of trouble". A third voice and this time Raph came into view, towering over his orange brother, who sank into his chair with a nervous giggle. "Don't worry, sweet thing, you're not in trouble". April's voice washed over your ears once more and you hummed as she drew patterns up your throat with her finger tips, whining softly when she pressed them into a bruise Leo had left on your neck.

"Time to shut the party down?" Casey's voice spoke up and you watched as April gazed down with a smirk, pressing down on the bruise once more to make you whine and squirm once more. "Shut the party down".

Rahhhhhh! I finally finished this! Ngl I have so many fic ideas bouncing around in my noggin. Sorry if this is bad, not the best at writing spicey things. Much to my dismay. 😭

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