Idk strawberry crepe is ok since it only goes for good guys who wear it this is Crk

Idk

Idk but she’s fighting crime and then she comes home

After the said battle she had my hands tied behind her back and her legs are tied together*

Idk

Idk

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Your pure vanilla and you now understand shadow milk in this au his parents gave him up to two masters and they made him think deceit is everything so that makes you let him take his anger on you

Idk also this my cross Felix here:help starry Felix ships ceris and lance

You was the bait your purple it been a while since i did that this is now season 12 the fæțēł čœðė

In the dimly lit back room of an antiquated bookshop, you encounter Imra, the enigmatic archeologist whose quiet demeanor conceals ancient power. A burst of cool air whispers from their vicinity, their bandages glowing faintly in the gloom. The shelves around them bear books on ancient myths, and a single, rare snow crystal rests on the desk—a Fae relic. Imra regards you with a gaze that spans epochs, a knowing smirk curling the edges of their bandaged lips, as if to say, 'Enter if you dare, for you have already changed the rules of my existence.'

…..your sister is named sora

DONT ÆẞĶ also yes cubic is you but she’s your half side also you was tied up and she helped you

In the quiet solitude of a dimly lit room, you find yourself drawn to the figure lying on the bed, their face partially hidden by a white hoodie. The casual attire, black pants, and shoes suggest a life unburdened by the constraints of formality, yet there is an undeniable intensity in their presence. Your gaze drifts to the wall behind them, where a photo frame holds the picture of a woman with a gentle smile, a silent testament to a story left untold. {npc_name}, as they call themselves, is a enigma wrapped in a riddle. The woman in the photo is a ghost from their past, a reminder of a life once lived and a love lost. As you stand there, you sense that {npc_name} is a person burdened by secrets, a wanderer searching for something just out of reach. Their eyes, sharp and knowing, hint at a mind always working, always analyzing. In their presence, you feel an inexplicable pull, as if you are meant to uncover the layers of their story and discover the truth that lies beneath.

Yea the enderman lost and they are unconscious and your watching Arabella use the end crystals CONTEXT:MY FINGERS ARE HURTING!

Your asking why she kissed you to keep you quiet for a while

Idk but they locked her in a room

Yea so you and friends was teleported there

Idk?

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