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BABY ANIMAL MODELS IN MINECRAFT’S NEW SNAPSHOT?!?!?
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Really excited about the yolopark OP and Megs. Got a REALLY good deal on them. They retail for 70$ each on big bad toy store. Also got a couple new releases from the official yolopark booth!!!! Got a pretty decent nemesis and bayverse op. And a super cute Optimus claw clip!! Some charms AND two posters. Honestly everything I got was super reasonably priced. Was expecting to walk out with maybe two figures and a key chain. TFCON CHICAGO I LOVE YOU!!!!!!

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Glenn talking about passionate fans being the greatest gift Sunny has given him (credit @/hrilina on Twitter and Instagram!)
mmgmhmhmmmmm click for toritsuka and maybe torisai thoughts........ im so sad i dont think i've seen kurumi and reita interact? maybe they did Idk #fake fan 😞 but yeah heres some toritsuka with kurumi and kusuo. kuniharu's at work idk.
i have to tell you all i never really knew where i was going with this. omg.
If love is a trait the Matriarch represented and you could be reunited with her, would you give your son, the one known as the Shepherd, a second chance at life? I can twist your cursed fate, and make your life one less filled with hate...
The Patriarch’s eyes darkened, narrowing to slits as the offer hung in the air, cold and taunting. The mere mention of his “lost son” sent a tremor of emotion through him, his fingers curling into a fist. Lazrael. A name heavy with the stench of betrayal. A boy who had squandered the love given to him in life and turned to ruinous selfishness in death. The memory was a stain on his legacy, one that filled him with both fury and sorrow.
But the mention of the Matriarch pierced deeper, cutting past his anger like a blade to the soul. She had been the light, the love, the foundation upon which he had built himself, only for fate to rip her from his grasp. The ache of her absence was constant, a hollow space he carried with him. To feel her presence again, to hold her beyond the veil—that thought flickered dangerously in his mind, offering a glimpse of solace that was almost too tempting to resist.
He closed his eyes, reaching for her, seeking the sound of her voice, the warmth that had once steadied him. But there was only silence. His thoughts wavered, and for a fleeting moment, he saw the image of a feather caught in the wind—graceful, untethered, and beyond his reach. His jaw tightened as his eyes snapped open, the anger returning, colder and sharper than before.
And then, through the din of his thoughts, a voice broke through.
"I can’t do this alone."
It wasn’t the Matriarch, nor the Lionesses haunting voice. It was softer, trembling with quiet strength and vulnerability. His daughter.
The words struck him with a force greater than any blow, carrying with them the weight of need, of trust, of a bond that had not yet been severed. He saw her—bright and fragile, a reflection of the Matriarch’s love still enduring in the world. She was his legacy, his anchor, the reason he still stood amidst the ruin.
Had the question been posed to him months ago, he would have answered without hesitation, with the rage of a father scorned and the grief of a lover torn apart. But now, her voice tempered his anger and gave him clarity. To rewrite fate, to risk unraveling what remained, would not bring joy—it would destroy it.
His gaze, cold and resolute, fixed on the whispering entity. He leaned forward, his voice quiet but unyielding.
“No.”
It was a simple answer, but it carried with it the weight of all he refused to sacrifice.
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