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  "text": "It's so hard to edit this bingliushen fic... 23K words and it still needs a solid 2K to polish it off but it's SOOOO close to done so I have zero motivation... 😭 I want it GONE!! Maybe posting some of the finished parts will help me write the rest... here's a snippet of subspace LQG for the scummies",
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        "alt": "Liu Qingge isn’t panicking.\nLiu Qingge is not panicking. \nHe’s not, but he should be. He doesn’t like being restrained, the lack of control - of freedom - translates to the worst type of danger, but right now his body doesn’t seem to be getting the message. He keeps waiting for the shot of adrenaline that so closely follows something like this, pinned and helpless beneath someone or something capable of hurting him; he wants to feel that familiar sickening jolt, for his body to want this to stop, to give him an excuse-\nLuo Binghe lightly mouths at the shallow bite mark he just left, tongue hot against Liu Qingge’s overly sensitive skin.\nLiu Qingge shudders. His body- it isn’t working right. He doesn’t feel like he’s in danger, or trapped, or confined, he feels...\nHe feels caught. Like prey.\nNo. No, not caught, he’s- he’s trapped. He's trapped. He repeats the thought like a mantra, waiting for his body to finally catch on, but nothing happens. If anything, he feels calmer.\n",
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  "createdAt": "2025-05-13T01:07:24.426Z"
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