mikkies

[mikkies]

guys i think mikki likes taho… 🤑

- astrobunny non 🤣✌🏼

p.s STAY HYDRATED OR RASHTA WILL COME FOR YOU…..

Stop exposing me☹️☹️☹️🥀🥀🥀‼️‼️‼️

If you continue exposing me... you have to buy me ₱20 taho!

[mikkies]

You remind me of the book dork diaries.. IDK WHY

-🐈 nonnie

lmao is it Nikki? Maybe because of the name... Mikki and Nikki are similar if you can't differentiate the two if said out loud:]

[mikkies]

mother mikki!

*gives u a box of brownies*

i need a survivors x gn riddle like reader!! riddle as in riddle rosehearts not the riddler from batman!!

pssssttt i luv u... 🫶

- 1 🤡

I luv u too clownie the I... 🫶

anyways here's food, hopefully you didn't starve

🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀

[mikkies]

「 I BROKE INTO A MILLION PIECES AND I CAN'T GO BACK. BUT I'M SEEING ALL THE BEAUTY IN THE BROKEN GLASS. 」

Forsaken Survivors + GN! Riddle Rosehearts-like! Reader

warnings: hints of Riddle's emotionally abusive mother.

notes: haven't heard of twst in awhile now.. gosh.. what did I miss after Sebek's birthday bash? Anyways, reader is based off of Riddle Rosehearts from Twisted Wonderland! You should totally check the game out!!! Link is to the wiki! Anyways platonic since Riddle in twst is 17.

➹ — 007n7

He gets a little nervous around you at first—you’re strict, well-spoken, and unwavering about rules—but the moment he realizes you’re still a kid, his heart softens.

Whenever you start scolding him for being messy or not taking survival seriously, he doesn’t get defensive. Instead, he gives you a small, tired smile and says things like:

“You sound just like a parent, y’know? Don’t worry, kid, I’ll listen.”

He treats you like you’re his responsibility. Even if he’s broken, even if he feels like he’s failed his own son, being around you gives him a second chance to be there for someone younger.

If you ever push yourself too hard with your magic or rules, he’ll gently pull you aside and remind you that you don’t have to be perfect, that it’s okay to make mistakes.

➹ — Builderman

You and Builderman fall into a natural rhythm: you set structure, he provides support. He can tell you were raised in a strict, suffocating way, and it makes him quietly protective.

When you try to enforce order on the others, the adults let you off sometimes—but Builderman is the one who softly steps in to remind you if you're going too far.

If you ever break down under the weight of responsibility, Builderman doesn’t scold or dismiss. He places a big, comforting hand on your shoulder and says:

“Even the strictest rules can bend when it comes to keeping you safe.”

➹ — Two Time

They’re sharp and unsettling at times, but when it comes to you, something in them softens—maybe because they see you as untouched by the cult’s teachings—which is another term for a new, potential member.

When you reprimand them for acting reckless, they don’t snap back. Instead, they grin faintly and invite you to worship the Spawn with them.

“The Spawn will be pleased to have a follower like you! Join me!”

On rare nights, when you admit how much you miss freedom—sweets, friends, a normal life—Two Time listens without mocking. They might not say much, but their silence carries a strange kind of protection, like they’re standing guard for you.

➹ — Guest 1337

You remind him of his younger self—earnest, a little naïve, but with a heart that beats for justice. Because of that, he becomes fiercely protective of you.

When you enforce rules, he actually listens with seriousness. He admires how dedicated you are, even if it’s overwhelming at times.

If you’re ever in danger during a round, Guest has no hesitation in blocking, punching, or charging the killer to shield you. He doesn’t see it as reckless—he sees it as his duty.

“Get behind me, now!”

He tries to gently encourage you to live a little freer, reminding you that being young means you should still laugh and make mistakes sometimes.

➹ — Elliot

He treats you kindly from the start, though you can tell he watches you a little extra carefully after hearing you’re still not an adult yet.

His “supportive” nature shows in small ways: slipping you a pizza slice when you’re tired, or making sure you don’t skip meals while managing everyone else.

When you overwhelm him with rules, he teases gently teases you, but his tone is always warm, never mocking.

“Easy there, tiger. I get what you're saying and I'm listening.“

He doesn’t mind letting you boss him around a bit, especially when you're having one of your episodes about "lemon tea after something whatever rule 475". (he forgot).

➹ — Chance

Out of all the survivors, Chance is the trickiest around you—his cocky mask doesn’t fool you, and he knows it. At first, he’s wary of your sharp eye.

But deep down, they soften when they realize you’re still a kid who got forced to grow up. And that makes him feel oddly safe.

Sometimes he shows off, striking poses or making jokes, but he always sneaks glances to see if you’re laughing. For him, your approval feels pure in a way others’ don’t.

“Boom! And that's a headshot—hey! You saw that, right?”

When you insist they follow rules, they don't fight—they almost looks grateful that someone cares enough to demand something of them.

➹ — Dusekkar

He notices your strictness with rules and the way you tense up whenever something feels "wrong." His glowing eyes soften, and in his smooth voice he reassures you that not everything has to be perfect.

“Fear not, young rose with petals tight—your worth is not in rules, but in your light.”

If you stress yourself out, he’ll sit beside you, speaking slow, steady rhymes until your breathing steadies. It’s almost like a lullaby—strange but oddly comforting.

Dusekkar gently encourages you to forgive yourself when you slip up, reminding you that even rules can bend when someone’s well-being is at stake.

➹ — Shedletsky

He’s the type to notice when you’re wound too tightly and swoop in with a silly joke or ridiculous gesture. His carefree personality is a sharp contrast to your strict nature, but it helps.

If you beat yourself up over mistakes, Shed simply ruffles your hair and says something like:

“Kid, even I break rules. And I wrote half of them!”

His humor is clumsy but genuine, he really wants you to laugh—even if it means laughing at him.

When you’re truly upset, he’ll drop the jokes and be surprisingly serious, putting a hand on your shoulder to ground you. It’s his way of showing you he takes your feelings seriously.

➹ — Noob

They don’t really understand all your rules, but they understand fear. They see how stiff you get and immediately want to ease it.

Noob will offer you food (their love language), shoving a burger, cola or something edible that they could get their hands into your hand just to distract you.

“You’re okay, yeah..? Eat with me, it’s fine. The rules don't apply here..”

They don’t pressure you to break rules, but they’re patient when you cling to them for support. Noob quietly adjusts, letting you have your structure while still sneaking in comfort.

➹ — Taph

Taph tilts his head, studying you with those keen, sharp eyes. You were sad about something again.

Instead of signing right away, he simply lingers nearby, giving you space but making sure you know he's close. and ready to listen.

You open up to him about your past and how you were before you got forsaken'ed, telling him all—how your mother forced you to study, to memorize all 810 rules of the Queen of Hearts—everything.

When you finally meet his gaze, he gives a small, affirming nod.

“🫵🤱❌. 💥❗🍕❓🫵😋🍕❗.” (Your mother isn't here anymore. Let loose! Want some pizza? You can eat mine if you already ate yours!)

[mikkies]

who's moto moto?

is it like.. the hippo from madagascar 2..?

(don't block me please i'm just a very silly menace to society i didn't mean anything rude, just a question about your profile, please don't misunderstand!!! >_<)

yup it's moto moto from Madagascar 2!! I just rewatched the movies and fell in love with the music so I said "why not" when thinking of what to place as my bio:3

[mikkies]

I LOVE HOW U WRITE 7!!! pls write more for him.. canon compliant if possible ( like in the forsaken universe ) maybe some romantic ( spicy ) reassurance and taking care of him :3 anything is fine tho — 🪽

I DON'T DESERVE YOU

summary: when no one dares to be by his side, 007n7 clings to you like you're his lifeline.

content: 007n7 x gn!reader, a lil bit angsty and a lil bit spicy 🌝, 7n7 REALLY downbad, posssibly yandere!007n7?? (depends on ur perspective), HE CRIES !!!!! :CHEERS:, cliffhanger ending, the dialogue kinda sucked ass but hey. it's the steam that matters. it's also short

notes: MY FIRST EMOJI ANON YAYAYAYAYAYA !!!! tyty, i try my best to write the characters as best as i can 🙏 tysm for requesting this ^^ (i LOVEEE 7n7, love me some single dads with a guilty conscience)

7n7 knows he's fucked up. He knows that no matter what, his past mistakes will follow him, haunt him. And he's come to accept that and the horrible stares he recieves from the other survivors— especially Elliot —because of all the things he's done.

However today's round in particular seems... to be going badly for him.

John Doe was chosen as Killer for the 5th time today and for some odd reason, he keeps targetting 7n7 at the start of every single round.

7n7 quickly turns around a corner when he hears a familiar roar, narrowly dodging the spikes that popped to block his previous path. He looks down at his health bar, "Only 13 hp left..."

He quickly pulls out his c00lgui, fingers trembling as he begins to initiate the teleport command.

The command begins loading and 7n7 takes the time to look around. The wind blows in a tumbleweed, further emphasising the vast space unoccupied by anyone except for him.

... Well, until he hears John Doe coming from a distance.

"Shit—" he glances down at his panel. It has barely moved an inch, but the ground shaking more violently every passing second only adds onto his earlier panic.

Then, he sees it. Red shirt and visor, yellow ponytail swinging from afar.

"Elliot!" 7n7 calls out, waving his arm up to catch his attention. He could almost sigh in relief when the man turns around. "If it's not too much—"

Before he could ask about getting a pizza, Elliot turns back around. 7n7 could only watch as he runs in the other direction. He doesn't even dare to look back.

It's the last sight 7n7 sees before being ripped limb by limb.

...

7n7 doesn't dare approach Elliot after the round. Or anybody in fact.

When the Spectre annouces that was the last round, he immediately goes back to his cabin without bothering to say a word. It's not like they have anything to say to him.

It's not like he hasn't been ignored during rounds, it's a common occurrence so of course, he's used to it. He has to be used to it.

But it still hurts. It hurts to hope that maybe one day, he'll be forgiven. That his efforts for redemption will be seen and he'll be accepted.

And that hope gets crushed every. Single. Time.

He hadn't even taken the moment to sit down when someone comes knocking on his door.

"Hello, seven? Are you there?"

It's you. Of course, it's you. You were the only one who understood him, who knew of his past and yet still treated him like somebody worth talking to, worth taking care of. Even though everytime you do, it feels like he's taking advantage of your kindness.

He snaps out of it when you knocked again. "JJust a sec!" He combs his hair and smooths out the wrinkles on his shirt. Not too much to take too long, but just right to look a little bit presentable.

It's you, after all. He can't look more of a mess than he already is in front of you.

When he opens the door, he almost collapsed to his knees at the sight of you. You're like a breath of fresh air from all the scrutiny and the horrible fate he's been thrusted into.

"Are ... you okay?" You ask him, worried. "I wasn't in the round, so I don't know what happened but you look a lil bit... tired."

The urge to reassure you was at the tip of his tongue, it's second nature for him now. To make sure you don't worry too much about him, to not be a burden on you when you're already facing worser problems than him.

And yet, he just can't stop himself.

"Yeah, I guess... I am a little tired." 7n7 admits, offering a small smile. "This round really got to me."

"We can talk about it inside if you want?" You offer like the ever-so-kind person you are. It's hard to not love you when you're like that.

And 7n7 couldn't resist giving into your offer.

...

When you asked to be let in, he had expected words of advice and comfort. Maybe a hug if you're generous enough to offer.

But your generosity knows no bounds today.

"Fuck—" He chants your name like a mantra, grasping at any part of you to hold, to cherish as he clashes his teeth against yours.

Your lips feel hot against his skin, your kisses are soft and gentle yet it manages to stir a hot whirlwind inside him.

He has you sitting on his lap with one hand in your thigh while the other roams all over your body for purchase, for comfort. It eventually finds your waist and tugs you a little close.

You pull away momentarily, hands on the side of his head. His burger hat had been knocked off, letting his curly locks cascade down his shoulder.

"You're so pretty, you know that?" You whisper, voice low and intimate. Like he's the only one in the world that deserves to hear this. "Always so sweet and gentle to me, putty in my hands..."

His eyes sting with tears, his face abnormally hot. "I don't deserve you." He wants to turn away, to hide his hideous face from your sight, but you force him to keep looking at you.

"Shh, don't say that. It's alright, I'm here." You tenderly kiss his face, fingers tangling in his hair. "I'm here, I'm here." He wraps his arms around you tightly, sacred that you'll disappear if he dares let go.

"I don't deserve you." His voice cracks. More tears fall down. "But I need you."

"You deserve everything, 7." You murmur as you slip your hand under his shirt.

"So I'll give you everything."

[mikkies]

Filled with love.

TWO TIME X MALE!READER

Vi's notes: thank you so much!! Also I'm so sorry it took so long. I was generally going to post it earlier than this but I lost motivation and got busy, also never wrote for male pronouns so this will be new for me! The pronouns for the reader are not specified or written but they are male:)

This is also very short. I'm sorry to disappoint, two time may be a bit out of character!

Requested: twotime's #1 fanboy anon

Baking, a skill that usually requires patience, care, and love. And the skill that you are currently lacking.

Standing in the kitchen of the main cabin, the counter is in disarray of ingredients. Flour spilled over on the counter and onto the floor. A newly made batter on a clear bowl while an old cookbook laid beside it.

You really don't know what you're doing but you are doing it. You don't even know if you're doing it right or if it'll come out perfect and tasty.

You stood in front of the cookbook, re-reading it over and over again, assessing if you had done the correct thing, not wanting to redo it again three times today.

“I should've asked someone who knows how to bake for help…” you sighed to yourself. The sound came out tired and exhausted from the hours spent on perfecting this batch of cookies.

After reading it more thoroughly and seeing no mistakes on the ingredients you've put, you decided to clean the kitchen from the mess you had created.

You grabbed a broom, sweeping away the flour and using a wet and clean rag to clean away the stains on the kitchen counter, also washing the dishes after.

A few survivors walked in and greeted you but paid no mind to what you were doing, either too busy or just wanted to get something to eat, you didn't mind, you loved the quiet silence anyway.

After a while, the oven dinged, signalling that the cookies were done baking. Taking some mittens you had managed to find somewhere, you opened the oven steam rising as you took out the freshly baked cookies.

It looked fine if you, well, looked at it. But you're not a professional, neither do you have the knowledge for baking— maybe. You gently nudged the centre of the cookie watching it spring back slowly, you smiled proud at your work. Where did you learn that? Uhm, well, somewhere that you rather not discuss.

You neatly placed the cookies on a clean ceramic plate, cleaning your workspace area at the same time.

And as if gods had answered your prayers and thoughts, Two time walked in on time. Their hands on their side as their gaze landed on your working figure.

“Ah, ___, there you are.” They smiled, although small it was noticeable. Their eyes twinkled in bits of affection and relief.

“I was trying to—”

“Try it.”

They blinked at you, their eyes shifting from your face to the cookie you held up in front of their lips.

“I'm not very fond of sugar—”

“Please?”

They swallowed hard, looking at your pleading face then at the cookie that you're holding.

They sighed in defeat, taking the cookie in their hand, before taking a small bite. The sweetness of sugar overtaking their taste buds.

“It's too sweet isn't it?” You sighed dejectedly, looking at them in defeat. Your shoulders sagging as you thought you've done it right this time.

“A-ah, no, no it's…fine, you may have put a little too much sugar…but it's…alright, don't you worry.” They quickly reassured you, placing the cookie on the plate, and grabbing a water to drink.

You nodded, taking notes for the future. Grabbing one cookie to taste it yourself, and true to their words— the cookie was indeed too sweet, even to your own liking.

“You have plenty of room for learning, don't you worry your pretty little head.” They smiled, patting your shoulder with their gloved hand, their palm admittedly warmer than yours.

“I guess you're right…” you agreed with a nod of your head. Although, still, you thought you've done well, only for it to be slightly a failure.

Silence engulfed the room, both of you lost in thought, the other about how you reminded them of someone they knew very well, and you with how you can make the cookie better someday.

The noise began once more as Two Time began to talk, asking you about when you're getting included in a round and so on.

This is the comforting way you wanted, the peace that comes once and a while. Away from chaos, from the endless and repeating death and survival. Although momentarily, you greatly cherish this moment with care.

Vi notes: TWOTIMETWOTIMETWOTIMETOWTIME!1!1!1!1?1?1!1?1!1!1! 🙀🙀🙀😛😛😛🤤🤤🤤

[mikkies]

AHHHH I HATE IT💔💔 I'm changing it again

this is like my 4th change🥀

[mikkies]

do you.. have a discord..?

it's im.mikkies, feel free to add me ig!

[mikkies]

yo dawg wsg🥹

need any forsaken characters.. rumble them up to a headcannon style🫡 iykwim

basically flirty reader and forsaken characters... I JUST GOT INTO TWICE BECAUSE OF KPOP DEMON HUNTERS NOW ITS NOT GOING AWAY AND IM ADDICTED TO STRATEGY

anyway bye love u little girlypop🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫡🫡🫡🫡🫥🫥🫥🫥🫥🫥🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

hi girlypop🤗🤗🤗

here's food, hopefully you didn't starve

🥞🥞🥞🥞

[mikkies]

「 MY STRATEGY, STRATEGY WILL GET YA, GET YA, BABY! 」

Various! Forsaken! x GN! Flirty! Reader

warnings: none

notes: already have a Strategy title but why not? most of these "flirty comments" sound so awkward I'm so sorry☹️💔

♡ — 007n7

The first few times you flirt with him, he waves it off with an awkward chuckle, thinking you’re just being nice to the washed-up guy who made too many mistakes.

You keep at it during rounds especially when he brushes against you or takes a hit for you— usually tossing lines like:

“Careful, you’re going to make me fall for you~”

Every time you do it, his voice falters just a bit when he answers, like he’s not sure how to respond without giving himself away.

In one particularly hard round, he throws himself between you and the killer, taking multiple hits so you can escape.

When you call him “your hero” he goes quiet and looks away quickly.

Later that night, sitting outside his cabin, he mutters under his breath:

“…Fine. You win. I like it when you say stuff like that.”

After that, he still gets flustered, but he doesn’t brush you off anymore.

♡ — Elliot

When you first try flirting, he responds with short, polite answers, clearly not interested in engaging. His tone makes it obvious—you’re not breaking through that wall easily.

You start changing tactics, complimenting his skill in rounds instead of just teasing him about his looks. When you praise his speed or the way he supports the team, he actually listens.

In one match, he dives in to heal you at the last second, narrowly saving you from being killed. You grin and say:

“My hero in red..”

And he just freezes mid-step—shocked and maybe confused.

From that point on, his responses to your flirting aren’t as cold—still guarded, but softer.

Eventually, after you toss him another line mid-round, he smirks faintly and says:

“Careful, I might start liking this.”

♡ — Shedletsky

The moment you start flirting, he doesn’t shy away—he fires right back, turning it into a battle of quips. If you say,

“You’re looking handsome tonight, pretty boy.”

he grins and says, “Of course, I have a reputation to maintain.”

At first, it’s all jokes between you, but the longer it goes on, the more you notice his smile lingers after your comments.

One evening by the cabins, you tell him in a quiet moment,

“You’re actually really good-looking when you’re serious.”

He stops, a flicker of something genuine in his eyes, and doesn’t make a joke for once.

After that, your flirting gets mixed with his subtle acts of protectiveness in rounds—taking hits for you, or distracting killers off your trail.

♡ — Two Time

Your early attempts at flirting are met with sly smiles and cryptic remarks like:

“You’re wasting your charm. My devotion is to the Spawn only.”

They never outright reject you, but they act as if nothing you say can truly get under their skin. You take it as a challenge.

You start weaving your flirting into moments where they least expect it—after they help you, when they pull off a perfect backstab, or when they trickstab. During one round, you breathlessly say:

“You’d look better smiling for me.”

When they stab the killer to buy you time. They hesitate just a fraction before running away with you.

The turning point comes when you compliment their loyalty and nerve, not just their looks. For the first time, they give you a genuine, if faint, smile.

Later, they tell you in a low voice—It’s the closest thing to giving in you’ve seen—and they don’t take it back.

“…You’re persistent. I almost admire it.. Come worship with me, the Spawn will be pleased with your behavior if you use it to worship.”

♡ — Azure

The first time you try flirting with him mid-chase, he doesn’t even respond. His purple eyes lock on you for a split second before he keeps moving, his expression unreadable.

You can almost feel the wall he’s putting up — as if letting you in is more dangerous than catching you.

You keep doing it every round you see him, weaving it into your chases:

“Careful, Azurewrath, I might just stop running if you keep staring like that.”

He never comments, but you notice the faintest twitch in one of his tentacles when you say it.

One round, you’re hiding behind a wall, holding your breath. He’s right there, scanning the area. You whisper just loud enough for him to hear.

“You’d be even prettier if you smiled for me.”

His head tilts a fraction, but he walks away without a word.

Over time, you notice he starts lingering longer during chases—not striking immediately, almost like he’s waiting to hear your next line.

The shift comes after you drop the teasing and sincerely compliment his precision in the round.

He pauses, eyes narrowing slightly, and mutters just loud enough for you to catch:

“…You’re persistent.”

The next round he's in, he still comes for you—but there’s a flicker of something more in his gaze, amusement?

♡ — 1x1x1x1

Your first flirt earns only a low, distorted laugh from them — the kind that makes your skin prickle. He acts like your words are just another form of entertainment.

You make it your mission to keep at it, tossing a new line every time she appear.

When they strike you from afar, you cough out a playful comment:

“If this is how you treat someone you like, I’m honored.”

At first, he respond with mockery:

“Like? No… I simply enjoy watching you squirm.”

But over the next few rounds, something shifts.

She starts prolonging chases, walking toward you slowly instead of rushing. It’s not mercy—but it’s not indifference either.

One time, you get cornered between a wall and their summoned minion. Instead of striking immediately, they tilt their head, red eyes narrowing as he study you in silence.

You grin up at her, and for a moment, the atmosphere changes—almost like they’re waiting to see if you’ll speak again before ending it.

♡ — Noli

The first time you throw a flirt his way, he's so caught off guard that he actually stops mid-swing— and blurts out, voice crackling:

“Wh–wh—what did you just–j-j—just say?!”

You grin, leaning into it, making your lines more absurd with every minute:

“Careful, my favorite crowned killer, I might let you catch me if you keep talking like that.”

His chaotic trash talk keep coming, but you can hear the extra stutter every time you drop a line. It’s almost too easy to derail his focus.

One match, he’s targeting you hard, and you juked him with a smirk:

“You’re almost making my heart race more than the chase theme.”

He stumbles just enough for you to get distance, sputtering,

“D–d-d-d—don’t flat—tter yours-s—s-self!”

The give-in moment comes when you catch him between loops and call him “the cutest you've ever seen.” Instead of stuttering, he lets out a laugh—a sharp, genuine laugh.

Then he lunges right back into the chase, but the hits feel almost playful now.

[mikkies]

BARK BARK !!

oops

We mean

Mikki ur back!!!

We hope you feel better now :)

-signed, a dozen rats in a skinsuit

Tenkyuuuu!!!

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Meow come and get it, dozen rats!?!?!?!?

I feel infinitely times better! Lots of people asked how I'm doing and if I'm doing well—my answer is always going to be: yes, I'm doing great! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

I'll only be answering a few since I don't want to flood my blog with them, but I truly appreciate everyone who cared!!! Thank youuu!!! 🫶

[mikkies]

MIKKI!!11!!!11111 YOU'RE ALIVE AGGHGGHGHGGH I MISSED YOU SMMM I need you to help me choose something :3 1) itrapped stained in bloody attire holding a portrait of chance with blood 2) chance stained in bloody attire holding a portrait of themselves with blood (KAngel refrence!! :D)

Hello!! Yes I am very much alive:D missed you all very much too!!!!

I would definitely pick no.2!! I like it since it symbolizes that Chance knows that they're "dead" or "damaged" (imo)

[mikkies]

does mikki know a certain funny webtoon called the remarried empress…heh…

I do... that was my 2nd manhwa.. first being solo leveling... anyways! I've heard that they're filming the live action of it!! Hopefully they'll stay true to the plot and not end up like ORV ☹️

[mikkies]

HI MIKKI DO U LIKE UH THE THE THE IT THE DO YOU LIKE WATER 😋😋 (i hope i underreacted)

I do actually like water! Prefer it over juice since I'm not allowed to even drink juice lmao

anyways but if it's taho vs water.... I'll pick taho any day😌

[mikkies]

no pressure 2 reply or anything - just wanted to let ya know we all care about you mikki!!! you deserve a break,, go enjoy it!! your mental health comes first, above all else ^^

Thank you so much!! It really means a lot to me!! I promise to take my time and take better care of myself. You should do the same!!!!!! (⁠◔⁠‿⁠◔⁠)

[mikkies]

Blinks...

Hi pookie how have you been‼️ I hope you're not stressing yourself or I'll cry.....no jokes aside remember to take occasional rest and drink lots of water (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

Hi pooks!! I have been doing fine! Just got out of the hospital a few hours ago:]

Don't cry!! I'm in and out of the hospital A LOT to the point that doctors recognize me:p (it might be a bad thing)

I will!!! You do too!!!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)