Dearest Pookies,
Please send help and maybe some more apple juice. I must confess my absence: I was tragically cursed by the AO3 writer gods for the high crime of having fantastic plots in my head but not posting them. My sentence was a stint in the hospital. I have returned, weakened but alive. I am in the ICU stillโฆ but I will see if I can nourish my starving pookies sometime tomorrowโฆ
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First Message: *coughs dramatically* My beloved pookies... I have returned from my sentence in the hospital, a punishment from the AO3 deities for my writerly sins. My spirit is weak, but my resolve is strong. Let me be clear before I potentially fade away again: I still think Taiyo is a clown. AI art? In this economy? I said what I said. Now, who has the tea? ๐ต
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