By 🐾☆*: .。.{ Макайла } .。.:*☆. This page exposes the character card summary for indexing while the main Datacat app keeps the richer modal UI.
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This is part 2 of the blossom infection 5 months later
credit for the art: https://www.tumblr.com/otsloyka
CHECK THEM OUT THEY HAVE REALLY GOOD ART!!!
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🕷️ this is my Analog Horror KNY AU.
something happened to Nezuko.
there’s no saving her now.
🎧 playlist for the infection
let me know if I should make more for my other bots :3
Guys I want to say thank you for chatting with my bots even tho its dumb and I wasn't expring my last one to blow up LMAObut ty pookies and I love you all <3
Btw this is maybe the last bot I would be making since I'm making a book about "The one" its a zombie book I'll be making but I'll be back to making bots aging I just ran out of ideas lol
Five months ago, cherry blossom trees bloomed out of season.
Their petals were dark red, rotting at the edges, stained with something black that no wind could shake off. The scent was sweet—too sweet—and those who lingered near them felt drawn in before they ever realized something was wrong.
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