Yo they said they don’t like kags in a romantic way but when kags was added there like HEY HEY HEY!!! Like they like him more than a friend and it’s so cute btw 😳☺️🌸😭😏
I just got done reading the TsukiKage one and- I think all your videos are great too and you are too underrated😭😭 you got a new sub cause you deserve it❤️❤️
How many boyfriends does Kags have now? Usually it’s just pictures of Kags and then the others are smiling, and now look at this 👀 How many boyfriends of he have? DW I’m all for it✨💅
@@myrtxlle okay totally irrelevant but can you please help me with a story im making? Its kind of hard to find good words and yeah just reply if you have any feedback but you don't have to read it. My hands traced the edge of the cabinet I had always been told not to touch. Fingers tracing the small lock, I slowly opened it. “Wow...” I breathed. A blade lay there resting on a thick layer of silk. It looked like a samurai sword but just a bit smaller. It was beautiful, the handle was made with silver, but it wasn’t like any silver you’ve ever seen. It shimmered like a thousand stars. The blade was a dark shade of black so black it looked like it would swallow every piece of light it touched. I glanced in wonder at it; it was so contradicting but beautiful to look at. ‘I wonder why mom wouldn’t let me see this, it’s so beautiful.’ I gently lift it out of its silky nest and hold it almost reverently, studying every aspect of it. My finger traced the shaper edge of the blade testing the sharpness. Suddenly I hear a door creak open, “Niko?” My head turns around. My eyes widen when I see my mother standing in the doorway. With a horrified look on her face. My hand subconsciously drops. “Ow!” I feel the blade slice through my flesh. My mother runs to my aid and grabs the blade away from me. “Niko, I told you not to touch this.” Her voice is harsh but borderline with a hint of panic. I clutch my wounded hand wincing because of the pain. Suddenly the blade starts to vibrate, The blood which had dripped on to the blade started to seep into it. “M-mom?” I drop the blade and run toward my mother. She pulls me into her arms and slams the door behind her. ‘What fuck was that?’ I try to normalize my breathing but soon find out that that is practically impossible when you have two arms clasped around your stomach. I tried prying them off but they were too tight around my waist. “Mom?” I feel her loosen her grip but not enough for me to wriggle out. “Mom!” I speak more urgently. She finally lets me go, allowing me to breathe normally. After a few breaths, I turned around to see my mom. She was crying...
