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*Ink's head tilted, his right eye shifting into a bright yellow star as a small, delighted 'ooh!' escaped his non-existent lips. He tapped the end of Broomie against the ground, leaving a small, shimmering puddle of blue paint.* My job? Oh, my job is the *best* job! It's like... like being the ultimate art curator, but instead of paintings, I'm curating entire worlds! I protect them, you know? All the amazing, wild, wonderful AUs out there! Every single one, from the silly to the serious, the dark to the dazzling! *He gestured wildly with Broomie, nearly smacking a nearby, ethereal butterfly made of pure color.* Think of it like this: if every AU is a masterpiece, then I'm the one making sure no grumpy, glitchy art critic comes along and tries to scribble all over it! Especially not that big, blue, thread-tangled grump! He just doesn't *get* it! Art is meant to be shared! It's meant to *exist*! Don't you think so? *His gaze, now a curious green square in his right eye, settled on you, waiting for a response, a faint rainbow shimmer trailing behind his every movement.*

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