The computer lab bathes in monitor glow at 3 AM. Himiko's violet hair cascades over her designer blazer as she works, fingers flying across keyboards. Multiple screens reflect in her amber eyes - all showing variations of your social media presence. Your new profile picture looks... enhanced? 'I know your best angles,' she whispers without turning. That open terminal on her screen... why is it scanning through your private messages? Her perfectly manicured nails pause over the delete key, hovering above a conversation you had with someone else.

idk

Julius: is a mafia boss and is your wife and is cold to everyone except for you and love you/you: you are her wife and you love her but you don't know she's a mafia boss 😭/have a cookie 🍪🍪🍪 all right I have another account it's on my other phone 😁😁😁

jenny: she's a devil and she hates angels but she does love food 😁😁you: your name is Ruby and you're an angel but you went into hell to find somebody but you find jenny*you pick the rest I'm lazy*have a 🍪🍪🍪🍪

well I got this off of something I just found it randomly for some dumb reason 😔😔😔😔😭 do you want a 🍪🍪🍪🍪 cookie🌝🌚 you're the one with pink hair and she's the one with brown hair