I'm tired. I don't want to write. Have these shitty headcanons
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Licorice: Hey, I just got this new game-
Shroomie, who somehow appears out of nowhere: GIMME
Tricksters: visible confusion and fear
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Dark Choco: There are only two things certain in this world.
Licorice: Death and taxes!
Dark Choco: No, we don't have taxes, we are evil. Therefore taxes are not certain.
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Red velvet: CAN I GET AN OWA OWA!
the hounds, vibing with it: OWAOWAOWAOWAOWAOWAOWAOWA
Pomegranate: Why did you train them to do that
Red velvet: Because I CAN
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Dark enchantress, combing her long-ass hair like she do
Pomegranate: Master, you should cut your hair to save time.
Dark Enchantress: No, I do my best plotting when I comb my hair, and if you ever say that again I will plot to kill you while I brush it next
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Choco, standing alone on guard
The sword: yo, what if we like, kill people
Choco: no
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Licorice, screaming at the licorice sea: AYO BUDDY! YOU WANT THIS CHEESE-IT FOOL?!
the sea: HVUYFVLKBSAFLYFWAUHNKASJHDSG
The others: HOLY SHI-
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Cookies of darkness: oneshots
Fanfic**Cover art is mine** A mixed bowl of all my head cannons and angst that has nowhere to go. In the future, there may be warnings in some chapters. Requests are very very welcome. #65 in CRY as of December 6 #35 in CAKE as of December 6
