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Before Karma comes out I need all of y'all to lay off of the Luka hate.

NO Mizi shouldn't shoot Luka.

He is not the enemy in this situation.

The aliens are the ones who caused this and y'all are letting pettiness blind you. Luka didn't kill Till, the aliens did.

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I knew that smile looked familiar…

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I really enjoyed writing my third Shane fic, 'Dawn to noon to dusk' of which I used 'The Way You Look Tonight' (Tony Bennetts' cover) for inspiration.

I would love to write another fic based around a song! I have a few ideas but I'm feeling uninspired by them. Perhaps an ask will get me out of writers block as it normally does?

If anyone has any requests, hmu in my ask box! Anons welcome, feel free to claim an emoji if you've been here before or think you may return (there's no pressure to ofc). Rules and fandoms on my introductory post (that I probably should update...) but if you have any further questions you can comment on this post or through the ask box, 'big shiny red button' :)

The fic may take a while because I'm recovering from something personal that happened recently (that's why I haven't posted in a while) and I'm still getting used to things and organising my time.

Take care! <3

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Happy pride month gays🌈✨

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Nvm this might be a while...

I'll be slightly adjusting my blog and side blog soon but don't worry my posts will still be here!!

I haven't been able to post in ages because of work and personal reasons but now I've been given a lot of time so I might even be able to make a fic schedule! (if writers block isn't a bitch)

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I'll be slightly adjusting my blog and side blog soon but don't worry my posts will still be here!!

I haven't been able to post in ages because of work and personal reasons but now I've been given a lot of time so I might even be able to make a fic schedule! (if writers block isn't a bitch)

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I HAD A DREAM ABOUT A NEW ALNST VIDEO AND IT WAS ACTUALLY AWESOME LOL

IT WAS JUST WHERE THEY WERE FREE. THEY WERE FREE. AND ALIVE. LMAOOO

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Polysho Week 2025

Day 14 - White Day/Soulmates

I'm a day late due to reasons of I Was Busy, but this is a Soulmate AU I made back when I was 13, where soulmates could meet in their dreams. This is what I imagine their outfits would be like in their dreams, and how the entrance to their dreamscape would look like

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𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. - Diavolo x (G!)Reader

Fandom: Obey Me! (OG & NB)

Pairing: Diavolo x (G!)Reader

Genre/type: Hurt to comfort

Word count: Around 1.1k

Author’s note: R/N = reader's name because I want to avoid the vibe you get from Y/N, yk? nothing wrong with Y/N, I just feel it's read more as !fem and I want this to be open to everyone <3

Summary: 'Diavolo shows how much we mean to him cuz we’re feeling a bit insecure'- Anon! :D

TW: I don't recommend this fic for anyone really struggling with disordered body perception or eating. Please recognise your limits and boundaries ૮꒰｡•́︿•̀｡꒱ა ♡ (international helpline, just in case, at the end of the fic)

It is not explicitly about that, however I want to make sure you are comfortable and safe. Please take care! I'm very proud of you <3

If you want a more light-hearted Diavolo fics I have some on my AO3 and on here (find via tag search, I don't have time to fix it yet, sorry!) Or, you can request! I'm very happy to accept any requests.

AO3 Link: Not yet...soon! I have to catch up with my work first, probably will be able to post it on AO3 in a week or so.

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Sweeps of leaves catch the air that cools the summer heat; the blasts of warmth guide trickles of sweat from your brow down to your cheek, then are dissipated by the breeze. The human world is so revitalising.

Beside you is your hearts’ devotee, a man who makes great efforts for you to smile with him, and share in his emotion. You’re enjoying his attempts to seduce you too much to tell him you reciprocate his feelings just yet. You want to indulge in feeling attractive and longed for.

He crouches and skims the rivers’ water with his hands, splashing it on his face, sighing in relief at the ease of fresh water on burning skin. 

“Do you think Barbatos is onto us?” he laughs, the crickets’ buzzing being drowned out.

“I think we escaped well! There’s no way he’ll find us all the way here.”

“Hmm…I hear…” Diavolo takes you suddenly by the arm, and ducks down, “shh….”

Your arm begins to feel too fleshy, too bony under his touch. Too meaty, too…

“It’s him! How does he do that? R/N-”

He tugs you to the ground with him with a bit too much force, and he ends up on top of you. 

He laughs again, hushing his voice and it tickles your face “We must stay quiet…I don’t want to work today. Not when I know I can finally spend time with you.”

Everything feels heavy, you feel sweaty, disgusting…your cheeks feel like they are swelling up; your chest is sticking out too much, everything is too much. And he is on top of you. And he can see you. You feel seen. You feel disgusting. He won't like you anymore now that he’s seen you up close. 

You try to roll away, but he’s too weighted. 

“Ah. Sorry.” he says in a whisper, although his apology is weak when paired with his expressed thrill at being on top of you. Maybe he’s not thrilled, maybe he’s laughing because he’s found you unattractive this entire time and has been teasing you. Maybe the entire time you were misled to believe that he, anyone, could like you- 

“R/N?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“Are you alright?”

You can’t help but look away. You find distraction in the river. On your hands and knees, peering over the edge, you no longer see the sediment beneath, nor the reeds, nor the fish, not even the pollution; on the surface you see a face that you’re too ashamed to call your own, a face that you convince yourself belongs to the water and not you. Grimacing, you look away. 

“I suppose not. Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“No…”

“Are you embarrassed?”

“No…well…a bit.”

“But that’s not why you’re… upset?”

You shake your head. Diavolo looks to where you saw Barbatos and he seems to have left. Perhaps he saw, and read the situation. 

“Hey...you can talk to me. If you want to. I want to make sure you’re okay. If there’s anything at all I can do-”

“Do you… like me like you say you do? Actually no, you’ve never said…directly…nevermind, I’m being stupid. I’m sorry.”

He slowly crouches beside you. 

“R/N, I think…no, I know that you are so…so beautiful, as a person.”

Your gut flips at his last addition. Does he mean to say that you aren’t beautiful by appearance? And he really does just pity you? Tears sting the ducts of your eyes, and you bite your lip until it numbs.

“You are so beautifully empathetic. So beautifully intelligent. So beautifully… strong. I really admire you.”

He sits beside you. 

“You’re just saying that.”

“Listen, R/N…” he takes a moment to breathe in, “I really like you.”

“You just…pity me.”

“I mean every word I say.”

“You-”

“R/N, will you please take my hands?

“Uh…okay?”

His hands feel large compared to yours. You feel tiny, immature, pathetic-

“R/N…” his expression melts you, “All of the time I’ve spent with you these past few weeks, all of the gifts I’ve sent to you, all of the subtle glances or touches I’ve given you…I thought they would have gotten across the fact that I am very much attracted to you. Very much…falling for you. And I thought that maybe you felt the same way too? Am I right in thinking that?”

“...mhm”. 

“How can I get my feelings across to you? Is it perhaps that…you can’t believe that I, or…anyone…could have such feelings for you?

You nod timidly.

“Are you feeling…insecure?”

A pause. A nod.

You finally take a brave moment to look at him. His head is cocked to a side in an empathetic manner, as if to say, ‘I can and will listen to what you wish to say’. 

“I feel ugly.”

“Ugly? That not once crossed my mind. Would you mind explaining what led you to believe that?”

For some reason, you struggle to explain, “My face is…I don’t find the standards. I’m…my body…I’m just not pretty. And I’m an annoying person. I get too excited sometimes, or too quiet…I concern the people around me too much. Like now. I’m sorry.”

You want to leave so you don’t pressure him to respond, but you feel stuck. You can’t move, you can barely breathe. Your tears struggle as you fight them, some escaping. He rubs your hand tenderly with his thumb.

“R/N…you’re not ‘annoying’, and you’re certainly not ‘ugly’. I...understand that this may be hard for you to believe... I’m only ‘concerned’ because I wish you to be happy and see just how…how, well, breath-taking you are.”

His grip on your hand gets tighter, suggesting he wants more of your attention. You can’t yet look him in the eye, but you look generally at him. 

“I’m embarrassed to admit this but I’ve caught myself looking back at photos with you, or catching you as I pass and just…admiring you. I’ve never seen someone like you. I’ve never seen someone as attractive, as enchanting as you.”

All you can do is wait for him to say more.

The sun begins to set. 

“You mean a lot to me. Ever since you arrived I knew you would become special to me. I thought that would be just because of what it meant for the three realms, and the good change you would bring to the things I value most…now I realise that you’ve become much more than that. I want you, R/N.”

In shock, you can’t respond. 

“May I prove this to you another way?”

“Sure.”

With softness, he kisses your cheek, reads your expression, which you can only imagine appears flustered, then…

He kisses you. Twice. Thrice. You fall into a rhythm. 

Breaking apart, you feel light; you feel brought back to reality. 

“Does that prove it to you? Or do I have to kiss every part I like about you? It may take a while…”

Under the setting sun, you've begun to learn love; what felt stagnant and unmoving liquefied through the laughter, words and passion that are born from shared lips, and the bound warmth in your hearts.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed. Take care <3

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hiyaa! Saw that you were taking requests and more specifically diavolo ones! So i have two and you can choose which you want to write. The first one is hurt to comfort where dia is stressed and angry and kind of takes it out on us and we obviously get hurt but he works to get back to our good graces (we love a girly who stands on business) or the second one where he shows how much we mean to him cuz we’re feeling a bit insecure! Those are my requests, i prefere the first one but im chill with both so write what your excited to write abt!

Hello!! Very, very sorry for the late response; I don't know if you saw my previous posts but I was on holiday then I got hit with a lot of work...

I had writers block (that luckily went away halfway through) but really liked the prompts so I did both ദ്ദി ( ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ )

First prompt: All I want is some time. (this post)

Second prompt: Stagnancy and motion.

𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲. - Diavolo x (G!) Reader

Fandom: Obey Me! (OG & NB)

Pairing: Diavolo x (G!)Reader

Genre/type: Hurt to comfort

Word count: Around 2k

Author’s note: R/N = reader's name because I want to avoid the vibe you get from Y/N, yk? nothing wrong with Y/N, I just feel it's read more as !fem and I want this to be open to everyone <3

Summary: 'dia is stressed and angry and kind of takes it out on us and we obviously get hurt but he works to get back to our good graces' - Anon! :D

TW: Nothing I can think of.

AO3 Link: Not yet...soon! I have to catch up with my work first, probably will be able to post it on AO3 in a week or so.

Through a sliver in the door, you see Diavolo, his face half caught in the haze of moonlight, the other in lamp and candlelight, his warmth seemingly half faded. The clock's ticking seems sluggish, or perhaps it’s his pen against the desk; everything smudges into one tense atmosphere. Something is wrong. 

“Dia, I brought you something to-”

“Please be quiet.”

A caged mouse, you retreat to a chair in the corner of the room, trapped by the surrounding darkness. The scratching of quill on paper attempts to heal the vacancy, but the silence is overbearing. You let him work for a while, for what feels around ten minutes or so. Looking at the clock, it’s only been five. 

The room is burdened with a heavier weight as his breath gets harsher and the restraint in his actions gets weaker. These days he’s seemed distant. You know he has a lot of work yet you can’t help but ask:

“Are you mad at me?”  

“No, I am not.”

In this dimly lit room, you now see the Demon King, the glint in his eye captured by shadows that reign over him, his posture hunched, his expression cold and lost. This is not the Diavolo you know, and the surprise of this leads you to believe that this is a version of him that he always hides behind enthusiasm and passion; the serious, harsh Demon King persona rooted deep in his core, fostered by his father. 

“Sorry. I’ll leave you to work.”

“Stay.”

Each light in the room seems to falter as he raises his head, and his voice. He looks at you, cutting shadows, with anger or…it’s a complicated expression. You take it as anger. Your heart sinks. Mimicking the candles you tremble slightly, caught in the headlights of a reality you never thought to face.

“Why?”

“I’m sorry. I need to finish my work. But-”

“I’m going.”

“I am the king. I order you to stay until I am done.” 

You can see his instant regret.

“I thought you were my boyfriend too.”

You leave before the words you see in his thoughts fall out of his poisoned mouth.

☾ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ ☾

Last night, you took refuge in the gardens and slept under the pergola, your face close to an overgrown rosebush. Knowing how the brothers would react to you coming home, no longer staying over with Diavolo, you’d decided that in that moment you’d much prefer birds to peck at you in your sleep than be fussed over by a bunch of demons. 

Under the shelter of the pergola shrouded by the dark Devildom sky, you cried. Silently. 

Now feeling awake after giving yourself time to sit up and watch the garden and its peace, you notice the feeling of your cheeks stained dry as though brushed with a handkerchief; the rosebush by your head is trimmed, and the scratch on your cheek has been plastered - quite unnecessary but undeniably thoughtful. You’ve been covered by a blanket. 

Down the pathway, you see someone approaching.

Barbatos, with a tray of tea. 

“The Young Master would like to apologise for his behaviour yesterday.” he says as he beside you with his legs tucked beneath him, holding the tray above his lap. He’s trying to communicate at eye level, but you avoid his attempts in embarrassment and exhaustion.

“And he does that through his butler?”

“He thought it best to speak through me, in case you were unwilling to see him in person. He’s putting your comfort first. As always, might I add...” he puts the tray down and pushes it towards you, “Here, a new blend. May it refresh you.” 

“Who did this? You?” You point out the new appearances. 

“The Young Master went out to find you. He visited the House of Lamentation, considered a search party, in which the brothers insisted to be a part of, of course. Then I found you here and contacted him. The search was called off.”

“So the blanket and plaster were you then?”

“No. The Young Master insisted that he saw to it himself.”

“And the tea?”

“And the tea. He also instructed me on exactly which tea to give you.”

“Knowing that I'd learn it was him and forgive him?”

“Possibly. Would you be willing to speak with him?”

It really hurt being treated as a royal subject, an obedient pet, rather than someone he’s confided in, someone he’s kissed tenderly more than a thousand times all over, someone who reciprocated; someone who saw the person before the demon, before the king, and put that person first.

“...no, not right now. I’m sorry that you’ve been dragged into this.”

“Although I serve the Young Master, I take pride in helping others, especially you. To see you suffer, also knowing that the Young Master will suffer with you…I will not let it happen. If I can help, I will do so."

“What will you do this evening, if you have no plans to speak to the Young Master?”

“I don’t know.”

You finally sip the tea served for you. Rose tea. 

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Back in the House of Lamentation, the brothers leave you alone, presumably threatened by Lucifer or Barbatos. 

After only a day, temptation distracts your exhaustion; each time you close your eyes to sleep, an image of the dark room torments you, though not as much as the memories of the room when it was lighter. 

His bedroom was your sanctuary, where you lay your distresses to rest and replaced them with a comfort found in the nook of his neck and his legs wrapped around yours. His arms a roof to an empty home, a wall to a spilling reservoir.

You’ve almost forgotten the sound of his distress and now crave warm whispers before sleep. You know, deep down, that it was just stress and everyone does the same. But…it hurts so much that you can’t face him, not yet.

Sleep pitifully catches up to you and serves as a cure to your overbearing mind. 

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You wake, arms wrapped around a pillow, red markings trailing your skin as evidence of restless sleep. Today, you’ve decided to focus only on work; you have little to no energy for anything else. The floor freezes your uncovered feet as you search for your slippers in a half daze, only to give up when you remember they are in Diavolo’s room. 

You feel empty, and when you reach for your keys, you realise that the reason you feel this way is because you’re missing the ring Diavolo got you for your birthday. The room feels even colder. 

Taking in the earthy damp scent of light rain, you exit from the garden in a fear that Diavolo would be at the entrance. Sweeps of rose petals travel in swirling pairs on the ground. How pretty; a distraction.  

Everything seems eerily normal when you enter your classroom, not that you anticipated anything but…

Asmodeus and Leviathan greet you with a great effort to seem natural, as expected. 

You notice a small gift on your desk, tied in a bow of your favourite colour. Ah.

“Has anyone dropped this?”

Asmodeus and Leviathan share a look.

“No, it’s yours.”

“Someone came and put it there.”

“Who?”

Awkward. 

“Never mind. I can guess.” midway through opening the lid you realise you don't have the energy for whatever is inside; you sigh, shutting it quickly and pocketing it

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“Please come with me.”

Barbatos is outside your classroom, and you can imagine what for.

“Why? Where?”

“I suggest you simply trust me.”

You follow him through the spills of the crowded halls as demons leave for the end of the day. He guides you by hand down the steps and into the car, to sit next to him at the front.

“I apologise for the sudden appearance.”

“It’s okay.”

As expected, not long after you arrive at the Demon Castle.

“Are you alright?” Barbatos asks, the engine coming to a slow stop. A silence follows.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah. Diavolo’s there, right? He’s going to apologise?”

“I can imagine so. I was only told to bring you here and instruct you to go to the gardens.” 

“Alright. I’ll go... I’m sorry you were dragged into this. I’ve made this all such a big mess.” 

“You haven’t done a thing, and I’m sure that's precisely what Diavolo will say too. Better him than me, so I urge you to see what he has to say.”

☾ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ ☾

In the dark of the night Devildom sky, the ground beneath you merges into a blackness. You squint, grasping at what you can in order to make it to the garden gate, which seems to be already open. From there, you can see a path of candles and you can’t help but feel…overwhelmed? You can’t tell whether it’s anticipation, or love coming back to you. 

Diavolo is under the pergola. As you approach, you see him wipe lightly illuminated beads of sweat off of his brow as he attempts a smile. You can see his worry through the deep look in his eyes. 

“Tell me if this isn’t okay.”

“It’s…it’s sweet.”

“Not too much?”

“No…not too much. Although, I think anything else would have been overkill.”

“Ah, yes.” 

Behind him you watch a flurry of colour, forming the shape of a bouquet, get thrown into a bush. 

“R/N… I am so, so, indescribably sorry for my behaviour.”

Unsure of what to say, you sit down. He follows your guidance. 

“I was so caught up in my responsibility that I failed to see what was truly important.”

He gestures towards your hands with open palms. With little hesitation you take the offer.

“You, of course.”

Your hands settle into the clammy, cosy warmth of his, and your anxiety melts away to be moulded and shaped into experience. Closeness comes with communication.

“Is there anything else I can do to make this up to you?”

“You’ve done quite a lot. That reminds me…”

You open the small box in your pocket. It’s the ring you lost.

“It must have fallen off in your sleep. I didn’t want to push it by sending flowers, so I-”

“Dia…” you signal your desire for a hug and within a fraction of a moment you’re already in his arms. 

“Mm…I know it’s only been a day but I missed this.”

“Me too.” 

“Again…I am so sorry. Is there anything at all you desire? I’ll do anything to prove to you that you are the… most important thing in my life.” he nods to affirm his words and pats your back; he then begins to stroke your head gently.

“All I really want is some more time with you.”

“Hm…how about a small date now?”

He guides you, his arm around your waist, to the grass. You both lay on your backs, connected by wrapped arms, forming a constellation of your bodies. The stars above watch you as you watch them.

“So pretty.”

“Yes, they are.”

Starlight caught in the reflection of his eyes…Diavolo is looking at you. Only you. 

☾ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ ☾

End author’s note: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!

Here's the second prompt

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Here's an update: I'll be a bit longer than expected...it will probably be done in the next few days. I hope you've been able to see these notices :,)

Accepting fic requests - specifically Diavolo (OM!)

I've been the mood to write a Diavolo fic recently. I haven't necessarily been struck with writers' block but I just have no ideas for Dia atm. I've never properly written an AU before so maybe I should try that?

Any Diavolo x Reader (or Lucifer maybe?) requests then hmu via my 'big shiny red button' (ask button)!

Not accepting nsfw requests but I can do suggestive content. Anons and newcomers welcome!

Have a good day/night and take care! :)

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Dear Diavolo anon that sent in a request three days ago or so,

I hope you're able to see this!! (No need to respond, you're anon for a reason haha)

I'm so sorry, I forgot that I'd be off on holiday for the next week!

I've written most of it, but it won't be ready until I get back. Very sorry! Hope you don't mind and are still anticipating the release! I've done both of your requests :)

Here's a little spoiler quote if you want it:

“I am the king. I order you to stay until I’m done.”

“I thought you were my boyfriend too.”

Wait this sounds so bad out of context 😭 trust

Have a good day and take care! <33

Accepting fic requests - specifically Diavolo (OM!)

I've been the mood to write a Diavolo fic recently. I haven't necessarily been struck with writers' block but I just have no ideas for Dia atm. I've never properly written an AU before so maybe I should try that?

Any Diavolo x Reader (or Lucifer maybe?) requests then hmu via my 'big shiny red button' (ask button)!

Not accepting nsfw requests but I can do suggestive content. Anons and newcomers welcome!

Have a good day/night and take care! :)

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Uuhhh I may have cheated a little bit because pinterest gave me a lot of unofficial art so I scrolled until I found the first official image of a character I know 😭

I love aquariums so much 😭 I like Dazai so I'm chill with this (I do wish it was Akutagawa though...)

No pressure tags!! ^-^ @th30sstuff @mjoria

OMGGGG tysm for the tag @raccoonboywrites this way sauuuurrrr cute

Pinterest is setting you up on a blind date, search the following and post the results:

Fictional character, date, outfit, gift, dessert, love quote

You know what? PRESSURE tags: @hauntedhokage @thebellearchives @arvandus @denpa-dere @leighsartworks216 @m00njinnie @jeschalynn

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house party

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This absolute unit of a woman has just made a 4 hour long video essay of her favourite Blorbo.

And it's only part 1.

Of 4!

This woman is my role model!

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Accepting fic requests - specifically Diavolo (OM!)

I've been the mood to write a Diavolo fic recently. I haven't necessarily been struck with writers' block but I just have no ideas for Dia atm. I've never properly written an AU before so maybe I should try that?

Any Diavolo x Reader (or Lucifer maybe?) requests then hmu via my 'big shiny red button' (ask button)!

Not accepting nsfw requests but I can do suggestive content. Anons and newcomers welcome!

Have a good day/night and take care! :)

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FUUUCKK YESSSSSSSS I BOUGHT THE LUKEEEEEEEE PLLUUSSHHIIEIEEE YAYAYAYAYYAYAYA6AYAY6A6A6A6A6A I LOVE LUUUKEEEEEEE MY BOOYYY 😭🫶