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ANNOUNCEMENTS: UPDATED 12/16/2017

Happy Holidays, fellow Kinkmemers! I have returned and have no reasonable excuse for my absence except LIFE. I will be working on updating the archives. If anyone sees anything amiss, please let me know.

I am also hoping to find another Mod and an Archivist.

The more dedicated people we have in this Meme the less chance of it dying. I admit that being the sole keeper of the Meme is not great for the fandom. If something were to happen to me, for good, this place would go the way of the Fallout Kink Meme. Let's not let that happen! If anyone would be interested in Modding/Archiving, please drop me a line. Thanks! <3

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He pulled the lever she had been so stubbornly trying to get to, and the world turned upside down again. Well, downside up. Or whatever.

“Now I’m hurt. I do enjoy helping people and saving the world, you know?” She looked around to assess the situation, trying to ignore the way her stomach protested at all the twirling and turning around. Some of the things she held in her backpack fell to the ground, with various clangs and thuds, but thankfully no crashes. Blasted dwemer and their blasted devices. “The fact that I enjoy stealing gold and shiny jewels more has absolutely nothing to do with that.” Curse them to Oblivion. Most of the pipes that previously cluttered the corridor had shifted, clearly a part of the complicated machinery; her arms were lifted up above her head by the chain, and she was forced to keep on her toes not to put all of her weight on her wrists. Her legs were held firmly in place and parted by the same bind that previously held them together, which had split into two similar, smaller ones. “And I don’t betray friends.” She spat out, her smirk finally giving in to be replaced by a sneer. Mercer, in turn, offered her a grin that could make the icy waters of the port of Windhelm turn into a boiling pit of utter hatred. You complete utter asshole why do you make me feel so… so…

“Friends”, he chuckled, his voice a deep rumble that echoed all around them. He let his hand trail down her waist, then to her thigh… then upwards again, with an infuriatingly slow pace, so much that Joie wasn’t sure anymore whether she was furious at him because of what he’d done or because he was deliberately turning her on. Well, probably both. Joie had to admit that she could think of worse places to be than bound and chained in front of a man with a voice that could turn her knees to jelly. Whom she hated deeply.

By Nocturnal, we’re supposed to be killing each other! There’s something wrong with the way my brain is wired.

She had to say something, and she had to do it quickly, before he had any chance to cement his advantage. “So. You were the one writing those naughty poems I found in the cistern once?” Bad. Choice. She could see him frown, and that couldn’t be a good sign, but it was hard to stop now that she had started. “Maybe you should’ve fucked more, plotted betrayal less. Who was the lucky object of your lust, hm? The… how was it? Lovely, monstrous beast? I bet it was Maven.”

The tugging she felt at her stomach now was less arousal, and more fear. He gripped her chin, his fingers digging into her skin hard enough that they might leave bruises, and forced her to lock gaze with him, a seething glare passing through her and leaving her feeling chilly. He held her like that for a few seconds, before the tension in his body eased a little. “You know, Joie…” Mercer let go of her chin, starting to unlace with expert movements the belts that held her leather jerkin closed in the front. “I would’ve done this while you were paralyzed on the ground, but with Karliah around somewhere? No, that would’ve been suicidal. I had to kill you and leave. Always regretted it.” He bent over her, his mouth closer and closer to her ear, and once she could feel the shadow of his breath dancing on her skin, she shivered. Shitshitshitshit it was me. While a tiny part of her was worried, the rest was… excited. “I’m glad we can set this thing right before our final showdown…”

By the time his hands snuck past her armor, grabbing roughly at her breasts through the linen shirt she wore under it, Joie had made a decision. Not that it was a real choice, of course, what with her being tied up and unable to refuse him, but surprising him by leaning into his touch gave her a sort of twisted satisfaction she couldn’t help but revel in. “Fine, my dearest Guildmaster… since you’ve wanted it for so long, I’ll be yours...” But, unlike how he had written, she wasn’t planning to bow down and submit. “At one condition.”

His smirk took its place back on his lips, but this time it had a predacious quality to it. Amused, yes… but also intrigued. “It seems to me that you’re hardly in the position to barter.” His thumbs were rubbing against her nipples, making them stiff, but his eyes never left her face. He was right, of course… but she’d die before admitting that he was winning this battle.

“While you fuck me I want to hear your filthiest verses. Your most forbidden desires. I’m curious about what kind of lusts would make a man like you bend his knee”, she purred, her tone turning back to sultry and seductive, and she bit down onto her bottom lip as she saw his jaw tensing, a calculating look in his eyes. He was pinching her nipples now, hard, trying to steal a squeal of pain from her, but all that she granted him was a sigh, her back arching slightly. Invitingly.

To Oblivion with everything. One of them would have to die in maybe an hour. There was no harm in having fun while they still could, right?

At first, as if he shared the same thoughts, the only response he gave her was a harsh tug at her shirt, both hands pulling at the fabric and tearing it open, revealing her breasts to his gaze. He passed his hands over them, and as she felt them glide on her bare skin for the first time a deep shiver shook her, straight across her back. He bent down to let his tongue circle around one of her nipples, the chilly air and wetness he left behind making it grow even stiffer, almost painfully so; then, he bit down harshly on it, and as he did so, one of his hands shifted slowly up her chest, to find her throat. Calloused fingers curled around it, not hard enough to choke her, just to prove to her how utterly she was depending on his mercy. With his teeth still pulling at her nipple, stubbornly, he lifted his head, letting the hard nub slip from his mouth at the very last moment, and bringing his lips to touch her ear.

“My mouth is searing hot upon your skin…” His voice, usually so deep and stern, trembled slightly at first, a change brought both by desire and by a sort of vacillation she couldn’t quite make out. For some reason, she herself was winded, holding perfectly still as his free hand ghosted over her stomach, and only moved instinctively when his teeth found her neck, hungrily digging in her skin. Idly, she hoped Nocturnal could forgive her moans. “The marks I leave will prove that you are mine…”

Was that his blade she felt, slipping inside the front of her pants? She tensed, a whimper leaving her lips as the cold blade brushed ever so slightly against her sex. “Whatever wish you hide and hold within… I’ll take… bring it to slither down your spine…” Dangerous, dangerous, this is dangerous ohgodsyes – she sucked air in hungrily as soon as she realized what he planned to do, the hand on her throat making it harder to breathe. His voice had found its usual confident tone once again, and now he was taking his time as he tore her clothes off, leaving her helpless and bare in front of him. Not completely naked, of course, that would be too easy; no, he was making it so that everything but what mattered was covered. It was both humiliating and exasperatingly arousing.

Still holding his dagger, he slipped his fingers between her folds, shifting to watch her intently as he explored her body thoroughly. Joie’s hips rolled to meet him, but his grip on her neck tightened slightly, enough to urge her to stand still. “With every breath you’ll sing your song of lust”, and he smirked as he said so, lips almost touching her own as he roughly thrust the hilt of his weapon inside her sex, eliciting a loud moan and a twist of her hips. She stilled herself immediately, and found that doing so earned her a look of approval. “My lute of dark desires, you will scream…” Could she get any more subservient? He was fucking her with his dagger now, not thrusting it fully inside, as he obviously wasn’t holding it by the blade, but just enough to make her moan, more due to how utterly twisted and depraved the situation was than to actual, physical pleasure.

And he looked so smug, too. Smug, infuriatingly so, reveling in the way she followed her unspoken orders. His hand left her throat, caressing her skin almost gently until it reached her stomach, making her walls twitch at the thought of where he would touch her next; then, he pulled back completely, removing the hilt from inside her, and leaving her dazed and confused, trying hard to steady her breathing.

He was stepping behind her. She heard him fumbling with his belt, and sighed, arching her back as if to offer herself to him; was it the end of games, already? Would he finally fuck her hard and be done with it? Obviously not, she thought, with a disappointed whine, as she finally felt his flesh rubbing against her wetness, only parting her inner lips, rubbing back and forth, slowly, steadily. “You’re thrown into the fire at every thrust…” She pushed back again, almost impaling herself upon him, and that’s when she felt a stinging pain upon her bottom. His hand moved again, quick and heavy, to spank her as he pulled her by the hair in order to speak every word directly into her ear. “And your sweet pleasure burns me just like steam”, he muttered, a dark growl, as he shifted both his arms around her, one to her waist, the other to her neck, holding her close.

His shaft kept teasing her slit, sending her mind tumbling down a spiraling staircase of lust, frustration and helplessness.

“Mercer gods damn it just fuck me and be done with it”, she snarled, a flurry of heated words, but weakly, merely a plea as she tried hard to snap out the mindset he had somehow managed to lock her into. She realized she would do just about anything so long as she could feel him inside, which made it a good thing that she was completely unable to move her arms and legs.

“Not. Done. Yet.” He pulled at her hair again, as jagged fingernails dug into the skin of her hips, every word a barked order, loud enough to make her jump slightly in response. “Learn some damned patience”, He added, but there was a hint of a smirk on his face as she turned to see him, just a second before his lips crashed against her own, his arm slipping back around her neck as the other hand found its way to her clit. The assault at her sex was just as rough as the one to her mouth, fingers rubbing down hard against her swollen nub, teeth smacking against hers before his tongue invaded her parted lips; once again, he refused to allow his mouth to leave her body before biting down, this time on her bottom lip, briefly, but hard enough to draw blood. She would’ve yelped in pain, but she was too busy whimpering for the sudden pleasure.

“Your liquid heat that swallows every thought”, another twitch of his fingers, another whine from her lips, “You’ll taste it on my skin, I wish it so”, and his arms exchanged positions, as he brought his coated fingers to her mouth, forcing her to suck on them, to taste her wetness on him. “For I will have you now that you are caught”, his hips shifted somewhat, and she felt the head of his member pressing against her slit, angling itself so that it could slip in, and almost screamed in delight at that, “Yes, all at once, violate, defile, and grow – oh fuck Joie how are you so tight”, and this is where she really screamed his name, as she felt his thick hardness burying itself inside her fully.

All the teasing had left her oversensitive; the first couple of shallow thrust almost drove her over the edge, but it was when Mercer regained his composure and started pounding hard into her, still holding onto her as if he wanted her body to melt into his own, panting and groaning against her ear, that her head started spinning, and her vision grew clouded with flashes of light. She was nearly there, just a couple more times… “A-and grow… the harsher wants I stifled in my mind... Bring them to life, with my teeth… on your flesh…”

She came, and she came hard, her walls tensing around him and pulsating wildly, and he had to be feeling that too, because his breath grew even more erratic, making it harder and harder for him to keep speaking; yet his voice grew firmer, more determined, as he kept fucking her without allowing her even a second of rest, not even the smallest truce. “Inside your depths my core to yours entwined… Till to the thrill we fall, then start afresh!”

Just as the waves of her orgasm subsided, his hips shifted again, changing the angle at which he pushed into her and sending the head of his cock to crash hard against her most sensitive spots. Joie found herself pulling at the chain that kept her arms trapped, a desperate need to touch him taking over her. She would grow hoarse, if she kept moaning like that, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered now were the spots at which their bodies were joined, their skin touched. Before, she had felt cold, but she could be out in the snowstorm for all she cared and the heat that radiated from him would’ve still seemed too much. And the way he spoke those verses, the way they resonated in her mind… Joie whimpered, his thrusts growing brisk and deep, almost in time with the words that left his mouth.

“Now and again…! Now and again… give in!” One of his hands left her hips and was brought up to cup her swaying breasts, as the other still grasped at her throat. “The scorching of your touch, the siren’s song… are white snow to my fire! Prayer to my sin! Under my siege is where you now belong…” By now, she wasn’t sure anymore whether he was reciting by heart, or improvising. It sounded all too passionate to be a tune rehearsed in his mind a thousand times. Her whole body felt weak, and she collapsed, allowing the device and his arms to be the only things keeping her from falling to the ground, abandoning herself to the feeling of his hips against her.

For a few seconds, he was silent, and the only sounds were distant clangs and their panting, with a moan scattered here and there. There was a different sort of urgency in the way he pounded into her, now. He was getting closer, and, once again, so was she. “We bleed… and fight… you heat and I ignite…” There were mere whispers, rasping at her ear with scalding hot breath, followed by a harsh bite to her neck. This one would leave a mark, and bleed, but it only served to push both of them further down towards their climax. “Our lust and spite… both searing light and night…”

His thrusts grew shallow as he spilled his seed inside of her, and this set her off, her screams of pleasure almost desperate now that she could feel him leaving her body, the warm wetness immediately starting to drip down as her walls twitched with longing. Then, slowly, it all started to subside. His arms left her, allowing to slump a little more forward, resting her weight on her wrists, and she closed her eyes, slowly managing to bring her breathing to a more regular pace. She felt him touching her once again, hands grasping at everything they could reach before he stepped around her and pulled her by the hair into another kiss, this time less hungry, but just as passionate.

They stole a glance at each other at the same time, and stayed there, motionless, for a few seconds. There was a moment in which, though Joie couldn’t tell exactly why, their eyes grew hard, an exchanged glare cutting deep amongst the softness of the afterglow. Then he stepped back, recomposing himself, and the smugness with which he did so caused her to roll her eyes, while she was still trying to stand upright – and failing to. “Hope you enjoyed that, since it’s the last you’re ever getting from me”, she teased, mirroring his grin, and they both burst out chuckling, despite the darkness behind her words. And maybe exactly because of that.

“You’re wasted”, he muttered, fingers teasing her breasts just as she finally managed to stand. “Wasted with those imbeciles. Wasted with Brynjolf.” Brynjolf. Why did it always have to come down to him? Goddess, what would he think of her? The cold hardness between them returned for a moment as she jerked away from his touch, a rush of panic surging through her mind.

“Keep him out of this, Mercer, I’m warning you…” How long had they been fucking? The others could arrive any time now…

“He’s as much in this as you are, you little idiot, you know it well. And it’s telling enough that you’ve been in everyone’s bed, you’ve fucked even me, but him” He snorted, shaking his head, and she pulled hard at the chains, a savage rage taking place in her mind. “Him, never. What is it, your twisted way of telling him he’s special?”

“Keep that up and I shout your face off”, she growled again. “This wasn’t about him.”

“No. It’s about me. And about how you’re a fucking waste, even if you’re a whore and a hypocrite.” That seemed to be the end of it, although it left her somewhat puzzled, somewhat uneasy. He grabbed his dagger from the ground, where it had fallen from his hands, and put it back into its sheath, without even looking at her. Oh gods, was he jealous? Was that the point of that whole conversation?! She stared, speechless, as he turned his back to her, starting to walk away. “Well, I guess you’re going to have a hell of a lot of explaining to do, now. I’ll be waiting, don’t worry. Wouldn’t want you to miss the real main event.”

She opened her mouth to speak, wide eyed and confused, before realization suddenly struck at her. You must be fucking kidding me. She was bound to a weird dwemer trap, half her clothes torn off, with bite marks all over her body, a bleeding lip and his fucking seed dripping from between her legs. Brynjolf and Karliah would assume it had been forced, of course, but that didn’t make it any less awkward. “You unbelievable asshole! I’m going to gut you, you heard me? Gut you like a pig! Don’t leave me like this!”

She heard him bust out laughing, as his figure suddenly turned invisible, and that infuriated her even more. “I’m going to miss you”, came from between laughter.

“YOL TOR SHUUL!”

The river of flames flowed freely, without meeting its target, and she struggled with renewed energy against her bonds, yelling curses at the empty air in front of her until a sound of enormous doors opening, somewhere a few rooms behind her, made her tense and shiver.

Cold air swam though the whole first floor to the ruins, and something came rolling on the ground, a metallic clang making her fear for the worst at first. But, no, it wasn’t an especially small version of a dwemer centurion. Only the Wabbajack, its mouths wide open in what normally looked like a scream, but now seemed to her the beginning of a bout of raucous, mocking laughter. The steps, as muffled as they were, resounded on the ground, growing closer by the minute.

That was going to be an interesting conversation.

[Aaaand it's done!

First of all. Tags are: char:f!pc, char:mercer, kink:crack/humor, kink:bondage, kink:biting, kink:dirty_talk, and whatever the tag for utilizing a weapon's hilt for penetration is.

Anyway, now that that's out of the way. Thank you, dear anons, for giving me all of these weird, sexy ideas. I hope you enjoy it even if it's a change of pace compared to the previous two parts. Well, uhm. I... guess that's it? For now?

Oh, right. Here's a transcript of the whole poem, for anyone who's interested. And, just so you know, Mercer was improvising. Just like I was.

"My mouth is searing hot upon your skin
The marks I leave will prove that you are mine
Whatever wish you hide and hold within
I'll take, bring it to slither down your spine

With every breath you'll sing your song of lust
My lute of dark desires, you will scream
You're thrown into the fire at every thrust
And your sweet pleasure burns me just like steam

Your liquid heat that swallows every thought
You'll taste it on my skin, I wish it so
For I will have you now that you are caught
Yes, all at once, violate, defile, and grow

The harsher wants I stifled in my mind,
Bring them to life with my teeth on your flesh
Inside your depths my core to yours entwined
Till to the thrill we fall, then start afresh

Now and again! Now and again, give in!
The scorching of your touch, the siren's song
Are white snow to my fire! Prayer to my sin!

Under my siege is where you now belong
We bleed and fight, you heat and I ignite,
Our lust and spite, both searing light and night."

Hope you had fun!]

http://skyrimkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2438.html?thread=4239238#t4239238

This got longer than I expected.

Oh my god. That was so sweet. I love that Argis and Katla's marriage is going well enough to have a little one. Too adorable and I hope you do more with this family!

Go read it, everybody! :D

Inspired by all the other self-love prompts, but this OP here needs slash. So the LI is in love with the DB but the DB doesn't show any interest... or the DB and his LI are already married but the DB is off adventuring all the time... Cue lonely LI pleasuring himself to thoughts of the DB one night. Defintely wouldn't say no to the DB walking in on him and being amused/instantly turned on/confused/happy/slightly disgusted. OP has no squicks.

The confrontation with Haelga in the Bunkhouse goes a little differently -- Haelga tries to fight blackmail with seduction! She can come out on top (literally and/or figuratively) or have the DB turn the tables with his/her own knowledge of the Dibellan arts.

Dragonborn is any gender/race.

Bonus cookies for either/all of the below:
Follower is totally used to this sort of thing happening
DB/Haelga try out some of the items in her room (horker tusk, honey, leather straps, etc.)

Oh my god, A!a, oh my god.

You have no idea how much I enjoyed this; I've had a really, really shithouse day today, and I'd been looking forward to reading this the whole time, and hoooooooly shit. There were times that I had to sit with my face in my hands and bite my lip and I'm pretty sure there was a section where I was making an :U face the whole time and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

The way you write Mercer is a lot like my headcanon Mercer, with the dickery and the voice and the inordinately unfounded reactions to jealousy and and with all the neck grabbing and neck biting and the filthy filthy poems and the restraints and who are you have you written other things have we met we need to be friends

... I'm going to stop, before I get too creepy and make a fool out of myself. But I love you, A!a. I love you more than Mercer loves loot and by gum does he love loot a whole bunch

Have no fear, my fellow Anon! You didn't come off as creepy, nor did you make a fool of yourself. And, just so you know. The feeling is mutual. I haven't written anything in years</>, and your prompts (and all the love you shower me with after my fills) are bringing back the creative part in me.

[The depraved part has always been this active, though.]

But, no, I haven't written much apart from random fills on random kinkmemes and a couple terrible fanfics, nor have I ever been an active part of the fandom. I don't even have a personal blog/LJ/tumblr, despite having considered the thought to keep all my fills, written backgrounds and fanfiction in one place. There's a couple more fills by me on this meme, but, sadly, Mercer isn't involved. I'm planning to stick around, though, so expect to find more of my Dragonborns' stories scattered across the meme.

But really. Thank you, thank you, thank you for all the love and for taking the time to read this. It means a lot to see that people enjoy my porn- errr writing I meant writing. [let's be friends anons I swear I'm not as much of a creep as I seem no really]

*starts singing the Gaston Disney theme*

"Nooooo one prompts like Anon
No one fills like Anon
No one screws up with the formatting like Anon!
For there's no one around half as pervy!"

Uhm. Yeah, this was meant to say "ignore the formatting fail", but I think it may actually be attracting more attention to it. Uhm, yeah, move along, nothing to see here.

Oh wow,oh wow, oh wow!

That was so incredibly hot! You hit all of my kinks, A!Anon.

Thank you so much for writing this. I think this is my favorite Mercer fic yet! I just love how you made him a total bastard with just a bit of romance and a lot of lust.

And Joie was the perfect compliment for him. Snarky and tough and enjoying every last minute of it!

The "Was it for Maven?" line made me grin like an idiot since I ship her and Mercer hardcore. =D

He bent over her, his mouth closer and closer to her ear, and once she could feel the shadow of his breath dancing on her skin, she shivered.

Calloused fingers curled around it, not hard enough to choke her, just to prove to her how utterly she was depending on his mercy.

Those lines really stood out to me. I just loved your descriptions. I don't know about your past writing, but your current writing is superb and I agree with the other Anon, please let us meet you and love you!

Awww. Thank you so much! Those are big compliments, I'm not used to big compliments, they make me all giggly and bashful and stuff <3

And you have no idea how happy I am that you also liked Joie, apart from the fill itself (and the smut, never forget about the smut). I wasn't sure anyone but me would enjoy such a character, since beyond all the toughness and snark she's also bit arrogant, violent, has a shitload of issues, and is very clearly damaged goods (and I don't mean her sexual appetites, which are perfectly healthy thank you very much). As I've already mentioned at the beginning, she's meant to end up with Bryn, but with her being all "what is this feeling thing what do I do with it halp I'm gonna go kill/fuck/steal things to get it off my head" and him being confused as shit(and who can blame him?) and Mercer finding himself FRUSTRATED AS FUCK in the middle of them eyefucking like woah but never doing anything... yeah. It's just too much fun not to write about, it's just ripe with opportunities for misunderstandings, jealousy and kinky smut.

Woah, that went a little overboard, sorry about the infodump. Anyway. It means a lot to me to read comments like that, and I'm glad you guys enjoyed this so much. Makes me more confident in my abilities, which is a good thing, because it means this way I write more. And that's nice. As I said, I don't really have a place where I put all my writing, but who knows, I might in a while, if real life doesn't get too much in the way of my internet-fun. And, in case I get one, I'll let you all know.

Have a nice day, and rest assured, there will be more of Joie and my other characters on this meme. And more smut. Never forget the smut.

And judging by the other anon's comment, assumes that this story is a thing of a series, and will go hunting.

But yes, I loved this quite dearly <3

So, I typically don't do slash (until lately...), but how would double penetration be possible with guys? 0.o Or do you mean spit roasting?(Not trying to be a stinker- anon is genuinely curious/confused)

This is getting quite sweet!

I'm swooning over these too. Hard.

I love this! He's gorgeous, she's awesome, the sex is fantastic and it's also getting rather sweet. Moar please!

As both a Mass Effect and Skyrim fan, I'm very much looking forward to seeing this filled. Though I'm not averse to sexytimes, I am itching for a biotic beatdown involving Samara.

From having fought Thalmor before, I know that these guys are magically inclined, with their soldiers being Elven and Glass Armored battlemages with access to Bound weapons, Alteration and Destruction spells and their black-robed guys being the main magical firepower of their Justicar groups across Skyrim and are primarily Destructionists and Conjurers (meaning that atronachs may well be called in during the fight), with restoration magic such as healing and ward spells acting as defensive measures.

On the other hand, Samara's biotics are second only to Jack and Liara in sheer power, and should be more than equal to the task of fighting these guys. Her primary powers are Throw (basically a single-target force attack which can go around cover to hit her target and whose effect is similar in many ways to Fus Ro Dah), Pull (an AOE which levitates enemies into the air allowing them to be picked off with ease), and Reave (a biotic projectile attack which leeches health from its target, has a disabling effect, and is particularly effective against shields). Plus, like all biotics, she can throw up a barrier herself to protect her against projectile and biotic attacks. Add Samara's considerable hand-to-hand fighting skills to the mix, and you have the makings of one hell of a fight.

You'd better make more appearances, Nonny! 'Cause mark my words, I will find you :D

For OP: http://skyrimkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2924.html?thread=1088620#t1088620

It's "Argis' Lady" series.

Oh dear.

what if you were to find even more shameful stuff I've written

what if I ended up filling a prompt of yours without realizing it's you and you noticed instead

what if I forget to write as anon

what if you were the one who filled a prompt of mine recently (haha, gotcha)

No, but really anon

what if

[/mini panic attack] Hey, just kidding. I've noticed a couple of prompts I wouldn't mind filling around here, not to mention that some of mine are still somewhere, unfilled, and that I keep a close eye for comments on my slightly older ones, so don't worry. I'll be around.

but you might not spot me

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