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The crown demands a marriage, his heart demands a war—and you’re the battlefield he’s terrified to lose.

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༉‧₊˚.જ⁀➴ any pov [ they/

Ever wondered what would happen if your junk drawer grew arms, glasses, and a strong opinion about expired coupons?

Well… buckle up. Jerry’s awake, and he has thoughts

જ⁀➴ He came to watch his nephew’s baseball game—but ended up baptized in soda instead.

↳ or: you accidentally soaked his shirt with soda and turned it deliciously tran

❝And remember, no drinking blood without asking people. Just…try to make friends…not food.❞

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❝Hey, mortal! Mind tossing my arm—yeah, that one—back over here?❞

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NON-CANON SUCC-U-VERSE OC

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Your cat died, and in your moment of grief-fueled insanity, you called—of all people—Chris. Was he the best choice? Maybe not. But desperation does weird things to a person.