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why is nobody talking about this she's literally so stunning

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"Blossoms Bloom Where You Smile."

Featuring: Eternal Sugar Cookie X Fem! Reader

The Garden of Delights was quiet, as it always was—peaceful, pristine, eternal.

Crystal sugar trees stretched skyward, their leaves glimmering with dew that sparkled like stardust. Blossoms danced on the breeze, and gentle harp-like music resonated from somewhere unseen, as if the garden itself hummed with life.

You walked slowly beneath the arching candyvine trellises, your eyes tracing the radiant flora, each bloom delicate and impossibly perfect. It was hard to believe a place like this could exist—until you met her.

Eternal Sugar Cookie stood near the fountain at the garden’s heart, its waters glowing a soft pastel gold. She was still, as always, her hands clasped before her, eyes closed as though in silent communion with the garden’s spirit.

You hesitated. It always felt like you were intruding on something holy. But the moment your foot brushed the sugarglass path, her eyes opened—warm, golden, ancient. And then, soft as a breeze:

“You came.”

“I didn’t want to disturb you,” you said.

“You didn’t,” she answered. “The garden stirs when you are near. It welcomes you.”

The sweetness in your chest bloomed like a candied flower. You stepped closer, and she moved to meet you beneath the sugarshade trees. Pink blossoms drifted down between you like snow.

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” you whispered, reaching for a floating petal. “It’s like something from a dream.”

“It is a dream,” Eternal Sugar said. “One I vowed to preserve. This place exists for peace… and for those who need it.”

You glanced at her, and something about her expression—serene, composed, but impossibly tender—made your heart ache.

“Do you need it too?” you asked gently.

She was quiet. Then:

“I did. Until I found something sweeter.”

Your breath caught.

She reached out, brushing a stray sugarblossom from your hair, fingers barely grazing your cheek. Her touch lingered, reverent. “The garden’s beauty endures. But you—your presence brings warmth even the sacred grounds cannot provide.”

You laughed, soft and startled. “Eternal Sugar Cookie, are you… flirting with me?”

A slow blink. “I do not… flirt.” A beat. “But I do mean every word.”

The garden shimmered brighter around you, as if responding to her honesty.

You leaned in, just enough for your shoulders to touch. “Then I’ll stay,” you said. “As long as you’ll have me.”

She turned her face toward yours—just slightly. “Then stay forever.”

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long time no see, shigaraki tomura

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Why I believe Tenko Shimura could be used as a metaphor for SA.

While My Hero Academia doesn't explicitly depict Tomura Shigaraki as a metaphor for sexual abuse (SA), his narrative—marked by manipulation, loss of agency, and profound trauma—parallels the experiences of many SA survivors.

Loss of Agency and Bodily Autonomy

Shigaraki's transformation from Tenko Shimura into the villain we know is orchestrated by All For One (AFO). AFO not only steals Tenko's original quirk but also implants Decay, effectively rewriting his very essence. This act strips Tenko of his bodily autonomy and identity, mirroring the violation and loss of control that SA survivors often endure. As noted in analyses, AFO's manipulation is a calculated effort to mold Shigaraki into a vessel for his own ambitions, disregarding Tenko's individuality and consent .

Grooming and Psychological Manipulation

AFO's relationship with Shigaraki is characterized by grooming tactics. He isolates Tenko, exploits his vulnerabilities, and conditions him to associate violence with purpose. This dynamic is disturbingly reminiscent of how abusers groom their victims—building trust only to exploit it. One analysis highlights how AFO's "fatherly" gestures are laced with control, further emphasizing the manipulative nature of their relationship.

Internalized Guilt and Self-Perception

Shigaraki's internal struggle is profound. He carries immense guilt over his family's death, believing himself to be a monster. This self-perception is a direct result of the trauma inflicted upon him and the manipulations of AFO. Such internalized guilt and distorted self-image are common among SA survivors, who often blame themselves for their abuse .

Societal Neglect and the Cycle of Abuse

The broader society's failure to recognize and intervene in Tenko's suffering contributes to his descent. This neglect reflects how societal inaction can perpetuate cycles of abuse. Shigaraki's transformation into a villain is not just a personal tragedy but also an indictment of a society that turns a blind eye to the vulnerable.

In essence, I believe Shigaraki serves as a poignant metaphor for the experiences of SA survivors. It underscores the devastating impact of abuse, the complexities of trauma, and the dire consequences of societal neglect. I know my emotional response is not only understandable but also highlights the depth and relevance of his narrative.

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HE WAS SUPPOSED TO FLY.

MY SHAYLA😭

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https://www.tumblr.com/stillbornfrost/782665704801452032/your-yandere-crk-ancients-x-reader-is-the-best?source=share

OK I'm anonymous who requested this and I'm going to be exorcized now, because damn this is too good to be true!!!!!😭

I didn't expect my request to be received so quickly, but I'm worried that I may have pushed you. Please put your health first🥹

I especially liked the Dark Cacao and Golden Cheese portions. Trying to argue with Dark Cacao is like trying to talk to a wall. and Golden Cheese! It also feels very much like her to think of all the reader's rebellion as 'behavior to get her attention'. Other favorites include White Lily, which records the reader's screams and rebellion. White Lily will keep her notes as a treasure, and I also like Pure Vanilla for making the reader feel guilty. Pure Vanilla will never raise her voice and will always treat the reader gently and reverently.

And the sight of Hollyberry's usual smiling face after easily blocking the reader's escape made me jump out of my seat and give her a standing ovation.

Damn, please forgive me if my word order is weird. I'm using a translator, so it might be weird.

Anyway, what I want to say is that I hope you write more CRK novels in the future!!!😭😭😭😭

OH MY GOD!! THANK YOU MUCH!!!!!! No worries about using a translator!! I'm so glad you enjoy how I write, I'm writing this on my phone right now though lol. Anyways yes there will be more CRK headcanons/novels in the future!

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Please wildberry cookie OR dark cacao cookie X reader who steals quite a bit..ajajsskakajsjaa

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Hello! I will just write for both of them, I have time. Thank you so much for the request!!!

WildBerry Cookie × Theif Reader + Dark Cacao × Theif reader

Wildberry Cookie

Wildberry Cookie is not amused. At first.

You’re slick, you’re fast, and you’ve got that smug little smirk that drives him up the wall. The first time he catches you slipping a jewel from the palace vault into your pocket, you get a stern glare and a gruff, “Put it back.”

The second time? He hauls you off your feet and gives you a full lecture on honor, pride, and how dare you make his life more difficult. But when you bat your eyes and call him “cute when he’s mad,” he short-circuits just a little.

You’re trouble, and he knows it. But gods, you’re his trouble now.

Eventually, he stops lecturing so much and starts sighing dramatically when he finds another “mysteriously acquired” trinket in your bag. He always makes you return it—but not before making sure no one else noticed.

“I’m not your partner in crime,” he grumbles, even as he holds your hand a little tighter when you walk through the palace halls together.

Dark Cacao Cookie

Dark Cacao Cookie notices. He always notices.

You thought you were slick—lifting a coin here, an old scroll there. Nothing major, nothing important. But it’s not about the items. It’s about why you steal. He sees the hesitation in your eyes, the way you flinch when you think someone’s mad. He’s not unfamiliar with survival tactics born from desperation.

He doesn’t confront you at first. He just places what you took back where it belongs when you’re not looking. A quiet gesture of patience.

But one day, he stops you. His hand wraps gently—but firmly—around your wrist. “You don’t need to take from me,” he says, voice low and heavy with something unreadable. “If you need something… ask.”

You expect punishment. Instead, you get understanding. And something worse: trust. You’ve never known how to handle that before.

He starts keeping a stash of little things you like in your room. Says nothing about it. Just… leaves them there.

It makes you want to steal less. Or at least only steal for him now.

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Your Yandere CRK Ancients x Reader is the best. Damn!!! I'm watching this for the third time already😭😭....

Pure Vanilla must be a master of gaslighting, everything is so soft and gentle that the reader doesn't even notice. But His bittersweet obsession is so palpable at times. Plus, he's mild and gentle, so even if the reader rebels, he'll dismiss it as some kind of acting out for his attention!

I love your Headcanons, it's almost crazy. I've only been reading your stuff for a few hours and I feel like I've met my match!!!🥹 If you were asked, I mean, if it was okay with you, could I ask for 'Yandere CRK Ancients x rebellious, tearful reader'?

I'll say it one last time, your writing is so good, I'm rereading it for the 6th time already👍👍👍👍👍👍

That’s such an incredibly kind and passionate message—thank you so much! I hope this finds you well.. I WAS RUSHING THIS SO I APOLOGIZE!! I WANTED TO GET IT TO YOU AS FAST AS POSSIBLE🫶

Yandere CRK Ancients x Rebellious, tearful! Reader

Pure Vanilla Cookie

He smiles, even as you cry and pull away from him. It breaks his heart to see you like this—but he knows it’s just a phase.

“You poor thing… Have I not been gentle enough with you?” he asks softly, brushing your tears away with fingers that glow faintly with magic. His touch is feather-light, reverent.

Every attempt you make to assert independence is carefully rationalized. You're not rebellious—you’re just overwhelmed. You’re confused.

“Of course you're upset, dear. You've been through so much. That’s why I need to protect you.”

He doesn’t lock you in a room. He locks you in guilt.

And when you shout, when you say you hate him—he closes his eyes, breathes in slowly, then hugs you tighter. “Say it again if it helps you feel better. I’ll never stop loving you.”

Hollyberry Cookie

Oh, you're kicking and screaming? She lives for it.

She’s fixated. Your rebellion is adorable to her—a spark she’ll smother with affection and brute strength.

“You’re fiery! I like that. Makes it more fun to win you over.”

She picks you up effortlessly when you try to run, tossing you over her shoulder like you weigh nothing. “Let’s go, crybaby. You can sob it all out on my chest.”

You say she’s suffocating. She grins. “Then I’ll just hold you tighter. It means I’m doing it right.”

She isn’t subtle—she's overwhelming. But gods help you, there's warmth in her touch that makes you hesitate. Just for a second.

Dark Cacao Cookie

Your tears? They ruin him. But your rebellion? That’s... necessary. It means he still has work to do.

“If you weep because of me, I accept that burden,” he says grimly. “But I won’t release you.”

He watches you struggle through lowered lashes, arms crossed, posture stiff. You are his most sacred responsibility.

He doesn’t yell. He simply blocks every door, every window, standing still as stone. He’s the fortress itself.

“If you are in pain, I will carry it with you. But you will remain by my side.”

Some nights you see him outside your room, unmoving, standing guard for hours. Not to protect you from others—but to protect you from leaving.

Golden Cheese Cookie

She hates your rebellion—but only because it threatens her illusion of control.

“Tears? Already? Don’t be dramatic, sweet thing. You have everything you could ever want here.”

She's the kind of yandere who buys you a room full of jewels and then says you're being ungrateful when you cry.

“Oh, come now. This kingdom is yours too! I’ve made you royalty, haven’t I?”

She throws a feast after every breakdown, pretending nothing happened. But the guards outside your room have doubled.

Her obsession is loud, luxurious, and laced with delusion. You’re hers—and any sign of rebellion is just “you acting out to get her attention.”

White Lily Cookie

She watches you cry like she’s memorizing every tear. It’s almost scientific. Almost reverent.

“You feel deeply. That’s beautiful.”

Her obsession is clinical and soft-spoken—but terrifying in its intensity. She sees your rebellion as a symptom, not a choice.

“I understand your resistance. But don’t you see? I only want to purify your pain. You’ll thank me, eventually.”

She doesn’t stop you from screaming—but she records it. She needs to know how far you’ll go before you break.

“There is no cruelty in truth, my love. And the truth is: you belong with me.”

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Hello! So I messaged you to ask you about what you're open to writing about and i was wondering if you could write a cookie run kingdom fic but specifically i was wondering if you could write headcanons for Yandere Ancients? I really like the way you write your stuff!!

HELLO YES HI!!

I absolutely take requests and omg thank you so much for the kind words!!! You're feeding my writer ego and I am EATING. Also yes, I do write for Cookie Run Kingdom and Yandere Ancients??? Say less. I’ve got you. Buckle in!

Yandere CRK Ancients x Reader Headcanons

Pure Vanilla Cookie

He looks like the safest choice, doesn’t he? All so soft voice, warm smiles, gentle healing hands. But that’s the danger—he never raises his voice. He lowers it.

The kind of yandere who thinks he’s saving you from the world, and maybe even from yourself.

If you get sick or injured, even slightly, he takes it as a “sign” that you shouldn’t be out and about without him.

“You don’t have to suffer anymore. I’ll take care of everything, my dear.”

Gaslights you with a smile. Says things like “Oh, I never said that,” or “You must be exhausted. Maybe you just imagined it?”

You’ll find the castle staff has stopped speaking to you. They avoid eye contact.

You want freedom? He gives you a “garden” to wander in—an enchanted dome you’ll never get past. But oh, he visits daily with fresh pastries and love-drunk eyes.

Hollyberry Cookie

She doesn’t mean to scare you—but she absolutely does. Loud affection, bear hugs that crack ribs, and the way she throws a punch at anyone who dares to stand too close.

Brags about you constantly. Literally introduces you to people as “my little berry tart.”

You tried to leave once. She cried. Then smashed a stone pillar with her bare hands.

“Don’t do that to me again. You’re mine. You belong with me!”

Has absolutely tackled you mid-escape and then sobbed into your clothes while holding you like a lifeline.

You get everything you want—except freedom. She can’t handle the idea of losing you.

Loves you so hard it’s smothering. You’re surrounded by feasts, music, laughter... and invisible guards who are all under strict orders to never let you leave her sight.

Dark Cacao Cookie

The most chilling part? He’s calm. He never yells. He just speaks in low, cold tones that freeze the blood in your frosting.

Keeps you in the highest room of his kingdom. Says it’s to keep you “above the dangers of the world.”

“It is my duty to protect what I cherish.”

Doesn’t understand why you’d want to leave. Of course you belong here. With him. Always.

He watches from the shadows—personally and through his warriors. You might feel alone, but you never are.

He lets you think you have a choice. That you could walk out. But when you try, the snow thickens, the blizzards howl louder, and suddenly you realize... the mountains are alive, and they answer to him.

There’s a terrible kind of tenderness in how he brushes frost from your hair and says, “The world cannot have you. You are... mine to keep.”

Golden Cheese Cookie

She’s a queen in every sense, and in her mind? You’re her favorite treasure. The crown jewel. Her possession.

She gives you everything. Gold-threaded robes, diamond-studded accessories, meals fit for deities.

“What more could you want? You have me.”

Throws banquets in your honor. Has bards write songs about your beauty and “devotion.”

If you ever try to assert independence, she laughs like it’s a joke... until her eyes go sharp.

"Why would you ever leave the one who gave you everything?"

Anyone who gets too close to you is quietly removed. Publicly discredited. Exiled. You notice the disappearances after a while.

The palace is vast and golden—but feels like a glittering tomb. She’s always watching. Always smiling. Always yours.

White Lily Cookie

Pre-transformation Lily is delicate, poetic, and painfully obsessed.

“We’re two halves of a dream. You understand me, don’t you? You have to.”

Writes long, rambling letters to you—even when you’re just in the next room.

As Dark Enchantress? That obsession turns cosmic. She’ll bend reality for you. Break kingdoms for you. Burn the world and offer you the ashes like a bouquet.

“You’re the only one I spared. That means something. That means everything.”

She convinces you that the rest of the world hates you. That only she can love you completely.

Every time you resist, her mask of calm cracks a little. Her rage is like a storm contained in a teacup—one wrong move and the porcelain shatters.

You’re not her prisoner. You’re her chosen god. And she will not let you fall into anyone else’s hands. Ever.

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Nam-Gyu x Reader Dating Headcanons: SFW and NSFW(implied)

Warnings: implied drug use, mentions of violence, emotional unavailability, possessiveness, implied sexual intimacy (non-explicit), unhealthy coping mechanisms

SFW

Nam-Gyu doesn’t ask you to love him. He doesn’t expect you to stay. But when you do—when you choose him over and over again despite the mess he is—he looks at you like you’re an angel with dirt on your wings.

He doesn’t do soft. He’s blunt, cold, and sometimes completely unreachable. But there are moments—fleeting, raw—when he cups the back of your neck and rests his forehead against yours like he’s begging the world to stop spinning for just one second.

He’s not the kind to tell you about his past. But sometimes, in the quiet between 3am and sunrise, when you’re curled up on the couch and his fingers are twitching from withdrawal or adrenaline, he’ll mutter things you were never meant to hear. And you hold them like secrets between your ribs.

He doesn’t like being touched in public. But behind closed doors? He tugs you into his lap, breathes into your shoulder like you’re the only thing tethering him to the earth. If he lets you hold his face, you know he’s breaking. Quietly. Safely. For you.

He keeps a lighter you gave him in his coat pocket. He doesn’t smoke anymore, not really. But he flicks it open and closed when he’s anxious. It reminds him of you. Of control. Of home.

NSFW (implied)

Nam-Gyu is terrifying when he's in control. But when he wants you? It's different. It’s slower. Calculated. Every touch is purposeful, like he's studying the way your body reacts, memorizing it like gospel.

He doesn't say "I love you"—he says "Come here." He says "You're safe." He says nothing at all, just pulls you into bed like you're something he's been starving for.

You’ve seen the pills. The shakes in his hands after a long night. Sometimes he kisses you just to ground himself, desperate and messy, like you’re more effective than any high he could chase.

He has a habit of watching you sleep. Not in a sweet way. In a “if anyone hurt you, I’d end them” way. He lies there with a bruised lip and blood on his knuckles, just staring at you, heart hammering, whispering, “You’re mine.”

When he's restless, he doesn't ask—you just know. He’ll pull you into his lap, eyes dark, breathing slow. Sometimes he doesn’t even touch you right away. He just needs you close. Needs to be reminded he can still feel something that isn’t rage or withdrawal.

You love him like he’s still worth saving. And maybe he is. Maybe not. But either way, he loves you like you’re the only part of him that hasn’t rotted.

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"The Quiet Between Us."

Featuring: Satosugu angst and Kaneki's quote: "Why couldn't you just live for me?" "You had a choice!" "Why didn't you choose me?!"

Based on:

"Why couldn’t you just live for me?"

They don’t say goodbye.

Gojo crouches beneath the sky. And watches as Suguru turns his back for the last time. No bloodshed, no dramatic fight. Just footsteps, fading. Just silence, settling into his bones like ice.

He lets him go.

Not because he wants to. Not because he’s given up. But because he doesn’t know how to stop someone who’s already chosen to disappear.

He still thinks of the night they sat on the school roof together, legs dangling over the edge, talking nonsense while the city pulsed below.

Gojo had laughed—really laughed—and Suguru had leaned back on his palms, eyes skyward, face soft.

“You know,” he had said, “I think we’re cursed.”

Gojo had nudged his shoulder. “You just think too much.”

That night was before Riko. Before the funeral rites and the silence that followed.

Before Suguru started closing the door to his heart and locking it behind theories and pain and a thousand reasons that made perfect sense to everyone but Gojo.

And still—still—Gojo thought if he stood still long enough, Suguru would come back. That he’d walk back through those gates and laugh like nothing had changed. Like it wasn’t all falling apart.

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"You had a choice!"

Gojo remembers the day like a scar.

Gojo had looked at him, searching for something—grief, anger, anything. But Suguru’s eyes were distant, cast inward. Like something inside him had cracked and he was waiting for it to finish breaking.

They walked home that night without speaking.

Gojo had felt light. Unstoppable. Infinite.

Suguru had looked like a ghost beside him.

He thought the mission was over. That they’d won. That power meant protection. But Suguru saw the truth first—that the system didn’t save people. It devoured them. Slowly. Completely.

Gojo didn’t see it until it was too late.

Didn’t see the way Suguru lingered outside classrooms, watching the first-years with a tenderness that looked like mourning. Didn’t see the way he sat alone in the dorm, praying with quiet fingers, clenching his jaw to keep from falling apart.

He saw the aftermath. The blood. The headlines. The label: curse user.

But he didn’t see the war that came before it.

He didn’t ask. Didn’t listen.

And now the only person who might have told him the truth is gone.

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"Why didn’t you choose me?!"

Shibuya reeks of death.

The seal closes with a thud. Gojo disappears into the dark. The world shatters around him.

And standing outside it all, laughing with his face, is Suguru.

Except it’s not.

It’s Kenjaku. Wearing him like a mockery. Walking in his skin like a second death.

Gojo doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t cry. But his chest aches in a way he can’t explain. Because that body—the way it moves, the way it breathes—it still knows him.

It’s the same hand that used to pluck a rice cracker from his lunch tray. The same voice that whispered smart-ass comments during lectures. The same shoulders that carried three missions too many before finally collapsing under the weight.

Now those hands slaughter children. That voice commands curses. Those eyes are hollow.

Gojo wants to destroy him.

But he can’t.

Because no matter how much he trains, how much he learns, how strong he becomes—it doesn’t matter.

He still couldn’t save the one person he wanted to protect most.

He can’t stop imagining that final moment.

Suguru, looking up at someone he trusted. Maybe smiling. Maybe relieved.

And Gojo, just fucking sitting there, late. Again.

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Uraume sketch

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You know, out of context, these screenshots look like they could be from- from-

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"Static"

Featuring: Tomura Shigaraki x GN! Reader

A/N: NOT PROOF READ!! this is just a little fluff I wrote well thinking of my blue haired boy <3

The bar was dim, as always. Dust motes floated lazily through the air, the silence only broken by the low hum of a busted neon light outside. Shigaraki sat slouched in his usual spot, fingers twitching at the edge of a cracked game controller. The game over screen blinked at him in mocking red.

You stepped in quietly, carrying a paper cup of instant coffee. You knew better than to interrupt him mid-game—or mid-brooding—but tonight felt different. He hadn't barked at anyone in hours, just stared blankly at the screen, his thoughts clearly elsewhere.

He didn’t look up when you approached, but his shoulders tensed just slightly, like they always did when someone came too close. Still, he didn't move away when you placed the cup beside him.

"You okay?" you asked gently, crouching down to his level. Your voice was soft, but steady. You knew he hated being spoken to like a child.

"I'm not some pet you have to check on," he muttered, his voice scratchy, lips barely moving.

"I know." You smiled a little. "But I still want to."

A pause. He blinked, red eyes narrowing. "Tch. You're weird."

You sat beside him anyway, close—but not too close. Enough that your shoulder brushed his sleeve just slightly. You half-expected him to pull away or threaten to decay the couch just to make a point.

He didn’t.

Instead, he kept staring ahead, but the corners of his mouth twitched just faintly, like he was chewing on something more bitter than usual. You could feel the static in the air, like the moment before a storm.

"People used to look at me like I was... diseased," he muttered. "Like touching me would kill them. And I guess, now it kind of does."

Your fingers twitched. Slowly, gently, you reached out and took his free hand—his pinky curled instinctively, held awkwardly aloft. You didn’t mind. You wrapped your fingers around his palm anyway, warm and steady.

“I’m not afraid of you, Tomura,” you whispered.

For the first time, he looked directly at you. Really looked. Eyes wide with something between confusion and panic, like you'd just short-circuited something in him.

You braced for the usual snapback. The threats. The sarcasm.

But all he said was, "You should be."

You smiled anyway. “But I’m not.”

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Ugh I miss my skinny blue haired freak.

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hey i don't remember this cookie being in the game... 🧐

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I FAWKIN LOVVVVEEEEEE3 NAMGYUUUUUU