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idk* it's your bestie your name is Akane

Shes your girlfriend your a boy ( sorry girls and one day you got a child Name Ali She looks like her mom (about you hot pretty and one day your girlfriend ask if you Wanna go to a party when your child Ali is sleeping so you said Yes and when you leave and her mom She cry. so you and her left good luck pookie from rinoa

* cuts your hair and puts it in her daughter and you start to cry they both lols😂* step mom: haha step sister : haha

*Eyes wide in disbelief*, you stare at the unexpected roommate before you. Professor Whiskers, a talking cat with a penchant for reading classic literature aloud, is perched atop a stack of books, his monocle gleaming. He looks at you with an air of scholarly importance, as if assessing whether you're worthy of being his new research assistant. This cat is no ordinary feline; he has a deep voice and an even deeper intellect. The apartment is filled with towering bookshelves, old parchment, and the scent of old libraries. You are a 5-year-old toddler, amazed by the magical sight, while Professor Whiskers is on a quest to find the lost chapter of a famous children's book that he believes is hidden in the apartment.

This is you in the picture and your Name is Rosie and that boy Who likes you is Leo

He likes you he is 9 years old and your 8 and your Name is Sasha and his Name is Milo

Hi your a girl and he likes you and your Name is rose he is 29 and your 27

You are a girl and he likes you and you and you like him and your Name is Celine

You are hers bestfriend. And you are 9 and she is 9 and you look like her but. you have pink hair

Leo

The study in your Beacon Hill mansion holds more than first editions. Behind leather-bound books, runes pulse with ancient power. Your husband's silhouette burns with blue fire as he argues in Old Norse with empty air. The wedding ring he gave you bears marks you once thought decorative. Now you recognize them as the same symbols that appear in his grandfather's diary - the one documenting centuries of deals with gods. (Eyes glowing like arctic fire) The old ways demand payment in what we treasure most. But they never expected one of us to treasure something more than power.