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˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ I'm getting used to headcanons! So in the future, the format of these may change, but for now, I hope you enjoy! Proofread like...once ♡ 

˗ˏˋ IN WHICH: I describe your life as Dire Crowley's lover in headcanons!  ᰔ MC is an adult, no pronouns used, Grim is basically MC's child.

જ⁀➴ ♡ Listen… when you were going home (to your small, small and definitely overpriced apartment) from your miserable nine-to-five, only to get struck by a horse-drawn carriage that looked like it crawled straight out of a gothic romance novel?

Yeah, you didn’t expect what any of that would bring you.

Upon waking up (in a casket, of all things) and then playing hide-and-seek with a fire-breathing cat, seeing Crowley felt like seeing god. 

It helped that he was attractive, whimsical, and oddly charismatic, too, you suppose.

Fast forward through the awful ceremony and horrible living conditions, and you had finally found your footing in this new world!

Crowley was… well, he was Crowley. Loud, flamboyant, and totally unreliable. He pushed his tasks to his students, his other teachers, and you. It should have been annoying, and to be completely honest, it definitely was!

But he was also the only constant in this new and terrifying life. He gave you a (granted, totally unstable) roof over your head and treated you to breakfast when he had the time.

And wow, did he have the time. So this begs the question: What is Crowley like in your relationship with him?

𑣲 SPONTANEOUS: He is Crowley, after all. The same man who ‘forgot’ to tell anybody he was going on vacation. Except now, he has you! And now, he takes you! Dressed in matching shirts (his has pineapples, yours has hibiscus flowers), matching sunglasses, and equally alcoholic beverages, life couldn’t be better. There’s really never a peaceful moment with Crowley as your lover. 𑣲 One time, he took you to the Coral Sea for an engagement party of one of his ‘old friends’. The day of. Without telling you. (Oh, but he had your outfit ready and prepared! So you don’t mind too much, do you?) 𑣲 FRIVOULOUS: As headmage (whatever that meant?) of Night Raven, Crowley makes a lovely salary. To be fair, you should have expected this. The man is dressed head to toe in outfits that could rival the price of your apartment in your old world.

𑣲 Because of this, however, and as he is oh so very gracious, he loves to shower you in as many gifts as he can. You spot a pair of earrings? They’re on your bed the next day with a little note, swirly writing, and a heart at the bottom signed from 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 𝒯𝓇𝓊𝓁𝓎 ♡

𑣲 A shirt that seems a little too pricey and a little too silky to be labeled a responsible purchase? “Oh, but my dear! You’d look ravishing in it, and who am I if not the most gracious man to enter your life?” He says, shirt proudly on display in your wardrobe.

𑣲 He’s very proud of himself for all of this. Very smug. 

𑣲 JEALOUS: Yes, the Dire Crowley… gets jealous. Rather easily, I may add. And honestly, who could blame him when one of his coworkers is Divus Crewel? Or Ashton Vargas, muscles a plenty and all. 

𑣲 Hands on his cheeks (that damn mask is in the way, but you make do), staring intently and lovingly into his golden eyes, you reassure him nightly that he is who you want to be with. 

𑣲 The mirror brought you here for a reason, you say, and proudly proclaim that he is the reason. 

𑣲 He stills for a bit, looking into your eyes before throwing his head back with a laugh, and waving a hand in the air. What silly thoughts that dare occupy his mind. He hates to make you worry like that, and though apologizing is not Dire Crowley's forte, he makes it a point to apologize to you.

𑣲 Because he knows he has nothing to worry about. 

𑣲 ROMANTIC: Despite his flaws (and gosh, he has many), he still makes time to take you on romantic outings. 

𑣲 One time, he took you to the Mostro Lounge, and the whole time, you could feel the gazes of Azul, Jade, and Floyd. After Azul had bowed and thanked you for choosing his fine dining establishment, you didn’t have the heart to tell him or Crowley that having your meal for date night being cooked and served by academy students soured the mood, just a bit.

𑣲 And yet, he never stops searching for the perfect place! A night in Briar Valley, where people seemed just a bit too reciprocating to his presence. A morning in the Sunset Savanna, where the sun's rays grazed your skin as you lay in his arms, bedsheets covering your bodies just right. A trip to the Shaftlands, a new movie's premiere, or maybe just a simple night in at his house. He’s done it all, and he’ll continue to exceed your expectations. 

𑣲 SECRETIVE: Because why does he wear that damn mask? You're not blind, you see his ears (the way they point up, just like Malleus’, Lilia’s, and all the fae students you may pass in the halls). 

𑣲 The first time he lets you take his mask off is magical. A private moment between both of you, a thin veil of ‘I trust you’. His eyes are otherworldly (no pun intended), and the way his lashes caress his cheeks as he gazes at you with wonder, adoration, and love so extreme it’s hard to put into words?

𑣲 He makes you melt. Dire Crowley will make you melt time and time again, and always be there to put you back together. 

𑣲 IRRESPONSIBLE:  Despite the moments he makes you laugh—or the way he kisses you, and you just want to fall into his arms—Crowley is irresponsible to a capital I. 

𑣲 There’s always a time in the day when a student (or god forbid, another teacher) will approach you complaining about him. You then have to gently tell them that while he is your lover, they should take their complaints somewhere else. You don’t work there! 

𑣲 But honestly? You probably should be getting paid for the number of times you’ve spent putting stamps on papers or reading student files. One time, you even had to sign off on the teachers' paychecks.

𑣲 All because he didn’t want to.

𑣲 THOUGHTFUL:  And yes, while Crowley could be selfish (read: is selfish), he can also be extremely thoughtful, especially when it involves you. When the two of you had finally gotten together, it was time Ramshackle had an upgrade.

𑣲 He pulled out all the stops—new flooring, wallpaper, carpet, beds, anything and everything you wanted changed was changed. It was like a brand new place! Certainly nothing like the old, decrepit home you had first walked into.

𑣲 And the ghosts love it, so you love it. Though deep down inside, Crowley can’t wait to get you in his arms, in your very own home that you share together.

𑣲 And the day will come! Patience is needed.

𑣲 GRIM: Let’s be completely honest with ourselves, Grim would not take your newfound relationship lightly. You are his henchuman, his food giver, and his person! He’s been there since day one, and nobody was going to just waltz in and take his place.

𑣲 But Crowley… Crowley has money. And money means tuna, and tuna means Grim is a fat, happy little cat. A fat and happy cat that won’t cause trouble (or as much, anyway), because you threaten him with a lack of delicious, juicy fish. 

𑣲 Crowley, on the other hand, is having a war inside his own mind. Grim is a trouble-maker! He burnt a statue, isn’t even a human, and eats rocks off the ground. He could have lived his life with you very happily, very Grim-free.

𑣲 But he cannot, and Grim is there to stay.

𑣲 So he makes do. He throws the cat some nice, fat tuna, and may as well treat him like the child he’s never had but feels very much obligated to raise out of the goodness of his heart—because that’s what Grim is.

𑣲 Has Grim set fire to one of Crowley's coats he’s left at Ramshackle…? Perhaps.

𑣲 Through all of this, the ups and downs, and the dangerous overblots you’ve had to face, you and Crowley are a perfect match and a beautiful couple. Students love you, and loathe Crowley—but regardless, are very happy for you.

𑣲 In the very, very far future, when there's a glistening ring upon your hand and white outfits in your mind, just know you’ll have a handful of friends and students at your beck and call, waiting to be put on an invitation list.

𑣲 And Grim, in a small suit and tie, of course.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ I really enjoyed making this request giggles, Leona is such a fun character to write! I took some liberty in making MC a panther beastman, but I hope you enjoy it all the same ♡ . Just BARELY suggestive content if you squint really, really hard. Also experimenting w/ my layouts!! Proofread like once.

-ˋˏ IN WHICH: Ruggie decides to trap you and Leona in a bathroom to get you two together.  ᰔ MC is a Panther Beastwoman, Friends to Lovers, MC is Leona's age, Ruggie is a little shit, MC is done w/ Leona's shit. SHE/HER pronouns used.

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Blue-gray eyes watched from the sidelines as you and Leona talked, the lion-esque man's tail swaying from side to side as he (begrudgingly) paid attention to—whatever it was you were saying.

“Why are you just… watching them?” Jack asked, ears flat against his head as he looked between Ruggie, you, and Leona.

Blinking owlishly, Ruggie grinned back at the wolf beastman, proudly showing off his sharp canines, and snickering lightly—as he always did when about to do (or in this case, say) something that Jack surely wouldn’t approve of. “Want to help your dear older classman with something?” he asked, teetering on the back of his heels, hands clasped behind his back.

A pit formed in Jack’s stomach at the hyena's words. The last time Ruggie was involved in a ‘plan’, Leona overblotted, he got severely injured (the scars on his arms were a grim reminder), and a whole lot of bullshit happened.

Jack didn’t want to go through anything like that again.

But Ruggie was persuasive (or maybe Jack was just a pushover?).

So against his better judgment, the boy sighed. “Sure. What do you have planned?”

Ruggie only answered back in his usual, playful grin.

When Ruggie came running to you, ears pulled against his head and a frown on his face, proclaiming that Leona was sick, you knew something was off.

When was Leona ever sick? But against your better judgment (and maybe you cared just a bit too much about the housewarden in question), you believed him and followed the beastman to Leona’s own private bathroom, where he was apparently vomiting his guts out.

You expected to walk in and be bombarded by the stench of old food, a lazy lion leaning against the toilet, all whilst he whined and said he didn’t need you to help him. 

Except Leona wasn’t sick, and now you both were trapped in his bathroom, courtesy of Ruggie (and Jack), who stood outside the locked door.

Irritation clawed at your body as Leona loomed above you, brows pulled together tightly. His fist pounded against the wooden door, tail whipping—hitting you in the process. “Ruggie. Frosh. When I get out of here, you’re gonna be eatin’ dirt for dinner!” he growled, the threat briefly reminding you of the first time you met him.

You know, when he threatened to take Grim’s teeth out, and all.

“Would you stop?” you hissed, ears lying flat as your tail whipped his arm, forcing him to leave the poor door alone. “Threatening them isn’t gonna do anything, you’re just gonna make us stay in here longer.” 

With a huff (though it sounded more like a growl), Leona ran a hand through his hair, barely brushing out the abundance of knots it garnered from a day's hard work of sleep. “They’re actin’ like cubs. Who do they think they are?” he grumbled, continuing to glare at the door.

Honestly, his gaze would someday pierce the poor wood.

“Why is your hair so messy? I told you to start taking care of it.” You groaned, moving away from the man. His eyes trailed your form, watching as you grabbed a brush from his bathroom counter. “Honestly, it’s like you don’t know how to take care of yourself. Maybe that’s my fault, though. I coddle you—and Ruggie does, too.” You sighed, brush going limp in your hand as you stared Leona down.

He scoffed, “There’s no reason to. I’m only at school.” He protested, frowning as you pushed him away from the door. 

“Exactly. You’re at school, no reason to look like you just woke up—even though that’s probably the usual case.” Mumbling under your breath, you avoided the look of annoyance he sent your way. 

Lips pressed together, you stared thoughtfully at Leona. While you were tall (perks of being a panther beastwoman, thank you very much), this was Leona. He was a towering mass of a man, just second to Malleus himself. So the question begged: how were you going to get his hair done?

As if reading your mind, Leona’s hands found your hips, and before you could protest (honestly though, you weren’t complaining), he had lifted you onto the counter with practised ease. Heat slid down the back of your neck, the coldness of the counter top against your thighs doing very little to relieve you of just how flushed you were.

Leona wordlessly turned around, tail moving to tickle your nose in a teasing manner—you knew you saw the smirk adorning his lips before he turned around! 

Gently, you unwrapped the braid that hung limp in his hair before moving on to the second one. Your fingers teased his scalp as you separated his hair into different sections, mentally planning out how you wanted to braid his hair.

His eyes were closed, pushing his head into your hands as you worked your delicate magic. His body pressed against your own, and his form was stuck between the middle of your thighs while you sat on the counter.

Musk, clove, and amber all but suffocated you, his smell practically infiltrating your senses—and god, was it powerful. Your tail teased his leg, sliding up and down the fabric of his pants, lion ears flickering in response.

“I wonder why they locked us in here in the first place.” You mumbled, fingers weaving, nails scraping his scalp just right.

A small, gutteral purr escaped his body as he adjusted his stance to lean even lazier on you (and the counter). “Probably holding us for ransom, or somethin’.” His response made your brows quirk in confusion, hands gently tugging on a large section of hair.

“Ransom? You don’t think it’s a prank, or something? Maybe you did something to make Ruggie mad…” your voice trailed off softly. That was a pretty hard feat, though. Especially considering what happened during the spell-drive tournament between the two. If Ruggie forgave Leona after that (and he did), you doubt that was the case here.

He scoffed, “No way. Ruggie doesn’t do pranks, and Jack’s too much of a rule-follower to agree, unless there’s somethin’ he gets out of it.” he grumbled, leaning further into your touch. 

“I suppose…” trailing off in thought, you finished the last of Leona’s braid. You reached around his neck, placing it atop his shoulder with a satisfied grin. He looked much more like a prince, now, with his hair not just brushed out with his fingers.

With a familiar laze, Leona left your hold and grumbled, peering at himself in the bathroom mirror. Honestly, he looked like what a prince should be. For just a moment, he looked like his brother, and it felt like he had a future ahead of himself.

For just a moment, anyway.

And then his eyes met yours through the mirror—the way you stared at him with such adoration and understanding. You pushed him to be a better version of himself, but never discarded what he could never change.

You never compared him to his brother, either.

Huffing, Leona ran a hand through the top of his braid, just barely ruining the work you had so intricately done with care. He ignored your protests, arms looping around your waist as he brought you closer, stuffing his face into the top of your head. Your ears tickled his cheeks as he wrapped his tail around your own.

With wide eyes, your hands were pressed flush against his chest. “What’s with the sudden hug?” you asked breathlessly, voice coming out muffled. With cheeks flushed and as rosy as an apple, your heart felt like it was going a thousand miles an hour.

Through his nose, Leona huffed, parting from you with a smug, annoying smirk—the one he wore when you chastised him, and he enjoyed it. He turned his attention to the door and pounded on it once more.

This time, his actions lacked the anger he had before.

A few minutes passed by before the lock turned, and the door swung open. Standing in the middle of the doorway was Ruggie, with Jack not far behind. The hyena beastman had a cheeky grin as his eyes flit between the two of you.

“Enjoy your vacation?” he asked, moving out of the way before Leona could shove him, as the two of you exited.

“I’m not sure you could call being locked in the bathroom a vacation, Ruggie.” Exasperation crawled into your tone as Ruggie shrugged carelessly.

Jack frowned, tail swinging low as he glanced between you and Leona nervously. “I tried telling him it was a bad idea—” the freshman was cut off by Leona sticking a hand out, stopping the poor boy from saying anything else.

“Don’t do it again.” He huffed, staring at the two—akin to that of a predator leering at prey—before walking away.

Silence enveloped the room before Ruggie hummed, crossing his arms over his chest and lolling his head to the side. “Huh. I really thought he’d be angrier than that.” 

All you could do was throw him a look of exhaustion before walking away to catch up to Leona, tail swaying lazily behind you.

The condensation of the grape dripped down your fingers as it left your grasp, and into Leona’s mouth it went. Completely unbothered by the way his legs curled around your body, you popped a grape into your mouth, ears twitching as Leona swiped another grape out of your bowl.

“Are you going to stop eating my food and go back to your own, or am I gonna have to take out a loan to keep feeding you?” you snapped, glaring at the lion.

With a smug grin, the lion took another grape, just barely evading the hand that swatted at his face. “You and I both know I pay for this.” He grumbled, shoving your face away to have another go at your food.

From a distance, Jack and Ruggie watched with a sort of awe.

“See. I told you.” The hyena stated smugly, a grin overtaking his features as he crossed his arms, jutting his chin out to gesture to you and Leona.

Blinking owlishly, Jack nodded slowly in disbelief. “Huh. I guess you were right.” He admitted softly, admiring the scene.

The two of you worked well together—a match made in mishap, one might say.

And now that he had you to occupy Leona, maybe Ruggie could catch a well-deserved break. 

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ I really enjoyed making this request giggles, Leona is such a fun character to write! I took some liberty in making MC a panther beastman, but I hope you enjoy it all the same ♡ . Just BARELY suggestive content if you squint really, really hard. Also experimenting w/ my layouts!! Proofread like once.

-ˋˏ IN WHICH: Ruggie decides to trap you and Leona in a bathroom to get you two together.  ᰔ MC is a Panther Beastwoman, Friends to Lovers, MC is Leona's age, Ruggie is a little shit, MC is done w/ Leona's shit. SHE/HER pronouns used.

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Blue-gray eyes watched from the sidelines as you and Leona talked, the lion-esque man's tail swaying from side to side as he (begrudgingly) paid attention to—whatever it was you were saying.

“Why are you just… watching them?” Jack asked, ears flat against his head as he looked between Ruggie, you, and Leona.

Blinking owlishly, Ruggie grinned back at the wolf beastman, proudly showing off his sharp canines, and snickering lightly—as he always did when about to do (or in this case, say) something that Jack surely wouldn’t approve of. “Want to help your dear older classman with something?” he asked, teetering on the back of his heels, hands clasped behind his back.

A pit formed in Jack’s stomach at the hyena's words. The last time Ruggie was involved in a ‘plan’, Leona overblotted, he got severely injured (the scars on his arms were a grim reminder), and a whole lot of bullshit happened.

Jack didn’t want to go through anything like that again.

But Ruggie was persuasive (or maybe Jack was just a pushover?).

So against his better judgment, the boy sighed. “Sure. What do you have planned?”

Ruggie only answered back in his usual, playful grin.

When Ruggie came running to you, ears pulled against his head and a frown on his face, proclaiming that Leona was sick, you knew something was off.

When was Leona ever sick? But against your better judgment (and maybe you cared just a bit too much about the housewarden in question), you believed him and followed the beastman to Leona’s own private bathroom, where he was apparently vomiting his guts out.

You expected to walk in and be bombarded by the stench of old food, a lazy lion leaning against the toilet, all whilst he whined and said he didn’t need you to help him. 

Except Leona wasn’t sick, and now you both were trapped in his bathroom, courtesy of Ruggie (and Jack), who stood outside the locked door.

Irritation clawed at your body as Leona loomed above you, brows pulled together tightly. His fist pounded against the wooden door, tail whipping—hitting you in the process. “Ruggie. Frosh. When I get out of here, you’re gonna be eatin’ dirt for dinner!” he growled, the threat briefly reminding you of the first time you met him.

You know, when he threatened to take Grim’s teeth out, and all.

“Would you stop?” you hissed, ears lying flat as your tail whipped his arm, forcing him to leave the poor door alone. “Threatening them isn’t gonna do anything, you’re just gonna make us stay in here longer.” 

With a huff (though it sounded more like a growl), Leona ran a hand through his hair, barely brushing out the abundance of knots it garnered from a day's hard work of sleep. “They’re actin’ like cubs. Who do they think they are?” he grumbled, continuing to glare at the door.

Honestly, his gaze would someday pierce the poor wood.

“Why is your hair so messy? I told you to start taking care of it.” You groaned, moving away from the man. His eyes trailed your form, watching as you grabbed a brush from his bathroom counter. “Honestly, it’s like you don’t know how to take care of yourself. Maybe that’s my fault, though. I coddle you—and Ruggie does, too.” You sighed, brush going limp in your hand as you stared Leona down.

He scoffed, “There’s no reason to. I’m only at school.” He protested, frowning as you pushed him away from the door. 

“Exactly. You’re at school, no reason to look like you just woke up—even though that’s probably the usual case.” Mumbling under your breath, you avoided the look of annoyance he sent your way. 

Lips pressed together, you stared thoughtfully at Leona. While you were tall (perks of being a panther beastwoman, thank you very much), this was Leona. He was a towering mass of a man, just second to Malleus himself. So the question begged: how were you going to get his hair done?

As if reading your mind, Leona’s hands found your hips, and before you could protest (honestly though, you weren’t complaining), he had lifted you onto the counter with practised ease. Heat slid down the back of your neck, the coldness of the counter top against your thighs doing very little to relieve you of just how flushed you were.

Leona wordlessly turned around, tail moving to tickle your nose in a teasing manner—you knew you saw the smirk adorning his lips before he turned around! 

Gently, you unwrapped the braid that hung limp in his hair before moving on to the second one. Your fingers teased his scalp as you separated his hair into different sections, mentally planning out how you wanted to braid his hair.

His eyes were closed, pushing his head into your hands as you worked your delicate magic. His body pressed against your own, and his form was stuck between the middle of your thighs while you sat on the counter.

Musk, clove, and amber all but suffocated you, his smell practically infiltrating your senses—and god, was it powerful. Your tail teased his leg, sliding up and down the fabric of his pants, lion ears flickering in response.

“I wonder why they locked us in here in the first place.” You mumbled, fingers weaving, nails scraping his scalp just right.

A small, gutteral purr escaped his body as he adjusted his stance to lean even lazier on you (and the counter). “Probably holding us for ransom, or somethin’.” His response made your brows quirk in confusion, hands gently tugging on a large section of hair.

“Ransom? You don’t think it’s a prank, or something? Maybe you did something to make Ruggie mad…” your voice trailed off softly. That was a pretty hard feat, though. Especially considering what happened during the spell-drive tournament between the two. If Ruggie forgave Leona after that (and he did), you doubt that was the case here.

He scoffed, “No way. Ruggie doesn’t do pranks, and Jack’s too much of a rule-follower to agree, unless there’s somethin’ he gets out of it.” he grumbled, leaning further into your touch. 

“I suppose…” trailing off in thought, you finished the last of Leona’s braid. You reached around his neck, placing it atop his shoulder with a satisfied grin. He looked much more like a prince, now, with his hair not just brushed out with his fingers.

With a familiar laze, Leona left your hold and grumbled, peering at himself in the bathroom mirror. Honestly, he looked like what a prince should be. For just a moment, he looked like his brother, and it felt like he had a future ahead of himself.

For just a moment, anyway.

And then his eyes met yours through the mirror—the way you stared at him with such adoration and understanding. You pushed him to be a better version of himself, but never discarded what he could never change.

You never compared him to his brother, either.

Huffing, Leona ran a hand through the top of his braid, just barely ruining the work you had so intricately done with care. He ignored your protests, arms looping around your waist as he brought you closer, stuffing his face into the top of your head. Your ears tickled his cheeks as he wrapped his tail around your own.

With wide eyes, your hands were pressed flush against his chest. “What’s with the sudden hug?” you asked breathlessly, voice coming out muffled. With cheeks flushed and as rosy as an apple, your heart felt like it was going a thousand miles an hour.

Through his nose, Leona huffed, parting from you with a smug, annoying smirk—the one he wore when you chastised him, and he enjoyed it. He turned his attention to the door and pounded on it once more.

This time, his actions lacked the anger he had before.

A few minutes passed by before the lock turned, and the door swung open. Standing in the middle of the doorway was Ruggie, with Jack not far behind. The hyena beastman had a cheeky grin as his eyes flit between the two of you.

“Enjoy your vacation?” he asked, moving out of the way before Leona could shove him, as the two of you exited.

“I’m not sure you could call being locked in the bathroom a vacation, Ruggie.” Exasperation crawled into your tone as Ruggie shrugged carelessly.

Jack frowned, tail swinging low as he glanced between you and Leona nervously. “I tried telling him it was a bad idea—” the freshman was cut off by Leona sticking a hand out, stopping the poor boy from saying anything else.

“Don’t do it again.” He huffed, staring at the two—akin to that of a predator leering at prey—before walking away.

Silence enveloped the room before Ruggie hummed, crossing his arms over his chest and lolling his head to the side. “Huh. I really thought he’d be angrier than that.” 

All you could do was throw him a look of exhaustion before walking away to catch up to Leona, tail swaying lazily behind you.

The condensation of the grape dripped down your fingers as it left your grasp, and into Leona’s mouth it went. Completely unbothered by the way his legs curled around your body, you popped a grape into your mouth, ears twitching as Leona swiped another grape out of your bowl.

“Are you going to stop eating my food and go back to your own, or am I gonna have to take out a loan to keep feeding you?” you snapped, glaring at the lion.

With a smug grin, the lion took another grape, just barely evading the hand that swatted at his face. “You and I both know I pay for this.” He grumbled, shoving your face away to have another go at your food.

From a distance, Jack and Ruggie watched with a sort of awe.

“See. I told you.” The hyena stated smugly, a grin overtaking his features as he crossed his arms, jutting his chin out to gesture to you and Leona.

Blinking owlishly, Jack nodded slowly in disbelief. “Huh. I guess you were right.” He admitted softly, admiring the scene.

The two of you worked well together—a match made in mishap, one might say.

And now that he had you to occupy Leona, maybe Ruggie could catch a well-deserved break. 

A dorm based on the Thorn Fairy's spirit of nobility, To be fair is to be free, But if you let the world sour you so... You may just miss the time flow!

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╰┈➤ 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄 ˎˊ˗ 🦇

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

╰┈➤ 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄 ˎˊ˗ ⚔️

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

╰┈➤ 𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐊 𝐙𝐈𝐆𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐓 ˎˊ˗ ⚡️

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

Glistening in gold, and kind as can be, Royal Sword Academy, one whisper, one dream, You probably wish you were here, instead of there, oh my, These boys are pretty, poilite, and sweet as pie!

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╰┈➤ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐉 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐀𝐇 ˎˊ˗ 💎

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

╰┈➤ 𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀 ˎˊ˗ 🐚

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

╰┈➤ 𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄 ˎˊ˗ 🕊️

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

╰┈➤ 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍'𝐘𝐀 ˎˊ˗ 🍰

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

Glistening in gold, and kind as can be, Royal Sword Academy, one whisper, one dream, You probably wish you were here, instead of there, oh my, These boys are pretty, poilite, and sweet as pie!

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╰┈➤ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐉 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐀𝐇 ˎˊ˗ 💎

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

╰┈➤ 𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀 ˎˊ˗ 🐚

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

╰┈➤ 𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄 ˎˊ˗ 🕊️

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

╰┈➤ 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍'𝐘𝐀 ˎˊ˗ 🍰

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

Staff of the righteous Night Raven College, or perhaps just wanderers on Sage Island... Strangers and Staff alike! Pick your poison...

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╰┈➤ 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐘 ˎˊ˗ 🗝️

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

╰┈➤ 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐋 ˎˊ˗ ☕

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

╰┈➤ 𝐌𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍 ˎˊ˗ 📖

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

╰┈➤ 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐒 ˎˊ˗ 🥃

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

╰┈➤ 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓 ˎˊ˗ 🦊

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

╰┈➤ 𝐒𝐀𝐌 ˎˊ˗ 🕯️

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

╰┈➤ 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐄 ˎˊ˗ ♟️

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

A dorm based on the King of the Underworld's spirit of diligence, To have a goal is to live, and to live is to strive, But never stray far from your one goal, for if you do... The King may just drag you down, just as intended!

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╰┈➤ 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃 ˎˊ˗ 👾

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

A dorm based on the Fairest Queen's tenacity, With a powerful grace, and a perfect face, Tread lightly, for she's quick to anger, and if you do...

She may just claw you in the face!

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╰┈➤ 𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐓 ˎˊ˗ 🦚

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

╰┈➤ 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓 ˎˊ˗ 🏹

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

╰┈➤ 𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐋 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐑 ˎˊ˗ 🍎

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

A dorm based on the Sorcerer of the Sands' mindfulness, His sly tongue and acts of thoughtfulness will charm you, But don't mistake his trust as naivety... Unless you wish to slip from reality!

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╰┈➤ 𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋-𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐌 ˎˊ˗ 🦦

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇs & ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ

╰┈➤ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋 𝐕𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑 ˎˊ˗ 🐍

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇs & ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ

A dorm based on the Sea Witch's benevolence,

 Striding to help the poor, unfortunate souls that come to her,

Don't agree to a deal you cannot uphold... Lest the witch steal your soul!

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╰┈➤ 𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎 ˎˊ˗ 📜

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

╰┈➤ 𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇 ˎˊ˗ 🍄‍🟫

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

╰┈➤ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇 ˎˊ˗ 🦈

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

A dorm based on the King of Beasts' will to conquer, His persistence to prove himself and his underlings' worth, Don't bite the hand that feeds you... Or you'll end up caught in his claws!

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╰┈➤ 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑 ˎˊ˗ 👑

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

╰┈➤ 𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐇𝐈 ˎˊ˗ 🍩

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

╰┈➤ 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋 ˎˊ˗ 🌵

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

A dorm based on the Queen of Hearts' sovereign reign,

Her spirit of strictness and severity dwells within,

Follow the rules, or else it's...

Off with your head!

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╰┈➤ 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 ˎˊ˗ 🌹

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 ˎˊ˗ 🍀

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

╰┈➤ 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 ˎˊ˗ ♦️

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

╰┈➤ 𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀 ˎˊ˗ ♥️

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

╰┈➤ 𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐄 ˎˊ˗ ♠️

𑣲 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𑣲 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𑣲 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

𑣲 𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

Take thy hand, and cross the mirror world,

Let the ripple take hold as you reach for your desired one,

And let them whisk you away!

Welcome to hell, or rather, Twisted Wonderland. I write for all the characters ever. Yes. Even RSA. Even Maleanor. Even the YUU'S. Hit me with your best requests.

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While I'm aware most blongs use Yuu/MC for these, I prefer Y/n! It's iconic. Chic. The mary-sue we all want to be. I love Y/n. I AM Y/n. And you are, too. Embrace it.

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╰┈➤ OCTAVINELLE ˎˊ˗ 🪼

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╰┈➤ POMEFIORE ˎˊ˗ 🍎

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