Hey guys, what do we think of the headcanon than Thaniyel used to be pretty mean and nasty as well before having Brad/Griefer? This might be important... for later...
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Hey guys, what do we think of the headcanon than Thaniyel used to be pretty mean and nasty as well before having Brad/Griefer? This might be important... for later...

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oh my god thank you i still needed this.
you should draw sal in a collar just saying
Oughh... oughh... oughhhh .... oughhhhhhh ........
someone pls make a fic about midoriya todoroki iida kirishima and inasa dating all at once
inatodoiikirideku canon!
also be the change you want to see in the world, anon. write that fic. or if nobody does and i eventually recover enough to write more than the fics iβm currently fixated on, i will write it.

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