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He was Nagoonimation. To his fifty-three thousand patrons, he was a wizard of fluid dynamics and jiggle physics. In reality, he was a chain-smoking insomniac living in a studio apartment that smelled of instant ramen and ozone.

"You fixed my nose," she said. Her voice wasn't a synthesized MP4. It was low, rough, exhausted. nagoonimation patreon

"It's a cage," she snapped. "You gave me perfect physics for every bounce and jiggle, but you never rendered me winning . You never rendered me saving the goddamn planet. You rendered me falling. Crying. Wet. Broken." She leaned close, her breath smelling of steel and mako. "I am a martial artist. I broke Sephiroth's blade with my shins . And you have me here, posing for a jpeg." He was Nagoonimation

And the work was her .

Kael opened his mouth. Nothing came out. "You fixed my nose," she said

In the sudden silence and darkness, Kael sat alone. The smell of petrichor faded, replaced by ramen and ozone. He reached for his mouse, then stopped.

"So why," she whispered, her brown eyes boring into his, "did you make me like this ?"