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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ◌⠀🐠⠀ ✿⠀💧⠀♥︎᭄ᬽ⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ✦ ✧⠀⠀🐾⠀⠀お'姫⠀⠀💧🌳

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˖ࣺ᭨͙᭰͒̑͡ㅤ💧🌜⠀98sweeknd.⠀✟⃛ᰯᰭ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ༀʃ͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡♥︎⠀⠀ ✿⠀⠀#1809. 🤍ུ⃛

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ♥︎ ❀᭢᜴꤬⠀⠀⠀⠀ㅤ日⠀⠀⠀⠀symbols ⠀⠀⠀ ! !⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙♡̵̼͓̥͒̾͘⠀⠀⠀♫ ໂ✿﮾᳜⡴⠀⠀ ❦ ▓ ⓵⃛⡂⢀⠀⠀.   ⋆ ･˳ . ⋆  ⭒ ✿ ⭒ ⋆･. ˳ . ⋆

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀✟ ❤︎ ❀ ଂ ❀.ྀི⠀⠀⠀ʕ´   ᩙᩙ `  ʔ  ♡⠀⠀⠀༺ ✤ ༻⠀⠀⠀⪩ී᳝᳝᳜᳝⪨⡑♪

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀　 ҉ ⠀⠀⠀ུ⠀⠀⠀  ❤︎      ♩      ✴︎     ☦︎       ❊⠀⠀⠀⠀▒ㅤ ᭨ ᬄ

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ヾ(๑╹◡<)ﾉ"⠀⠀⠀✿⃜ᰯᰭ⃨ ●⠀⠀ㅤ࣪𝑂𝟥:𝑂𝟥 ᭄᭡⠀ ⠀♥︎ 〚 ♡ 䭞 ❀ൄ

⠀⠀  ⸸ ʕ̢·͡˔·⑅ɂ̡̣⠀⠀◌⃘  ⋆𖡄̽⠀⠀⓵ ░ ♬⠀⠀❘ ❙ ͏ ✟ ᭢ ᰭᰭ᳜᳝᳝ᰯ꫶ ʕ⁎̯͡✭ ❀꫶̯͙ࣺ˖̑͡♪ ͏ུུ̑̑✿᮫᮫̑̑ ◌⃘࣭ٜ࣪࣪࣪۬

*ೃ✿ི⃨ ꦿꦸ ♪⃝ ✳︎ 𓏸 ᭨ ⃟⃜ ཻུ۪۪. ⏝ ི 𝄞 ྀ ⏝ ♥︎ ֵ⃜✟̸̴̢̣͘͜ ♪ ✧ ♥︎♩ ♬ ✧ ♩

⠀⠀⠀ 𐐂𐐚 ♡ 𐐂𐐚⠀⠀⠀ ❀꫶᳜᳝ᰭ✿⃨ ⠀⠀⠀ᨳུ⠀⠀⠀ㆁ̴̶̷̤́ㆁ̴̶̷̤̀⠀⠀⠀ꢯ•̫͡•ʔ♥︎ ꫶ࣺ᭮᭰⠀⠀𑈴 ❀ ͙𑱢 ♡ཽ⃕ ︎ ︎

⠀⠀ ၄၃ ⠀ 𓍯⠀ 𓋭 ⠀ ୨୧ ⠀౨ৎ ⠀ 𝜗𝜚 ⠀ 𐙚 ⠀ ྀི ⠀ ᧔o᧓ ⠀ ꔫ ⠀ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀. ⪩⪨ ⠀ೀ ⠀𓋜 ⠀ ⑅⠀ 𝜗𝒞 ⠀ ꒰୨୧꒱ ⠀Ⳋ᧙ ⠀ ⠀𖹭 ⠀ຊ ⠀୫

⠀ ⠀ ♡̶ ♡̴ ⠀✦ ✱ (:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:❀:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) ⠀𖠇⠀⠀𖨆♡𖨆⠀ྀ̥ ͝ ཾ⠀𓊆 ✮ 𓊇⠀༼ ♡ ༽

⠀⠀ 𓇼⃝ ∗ ⠀ƸӜƷ ⠀ᣟ݂ ✩͏⚹︎ᣟ݂ ⠀ིιྀ ⠀ ྀᖭ༏ᖫི ⠀ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ     ꙰  ♡⃟࿔

⠀ ..  °  ✢ ♡  ⊹ ⠀❁્᭄͜͡  ⠀♡⃞ ✴ ⠀✿ᝓ ⠀𔒮 ⠀𖠁 ⠀𖢖 ⠀ஓ ⠀ ꭷㅤֺㅤওㅤ۪ㅤᯀㅤ𝆬ㅤ

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⍰ ⠀✧ ⠀.·:*¨¨*:·. .·:*¨¨*:·. ⠀༻༾♡༿ බㅤ ♬ ᪇ꫭ ⠀ 𝅘𝅥𝅮

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UPDATED SYMBOLS & EMOJIS :p

᭢ຶ⵿ू✿ ࿔ ⠀ིιྀ ྀᖭ༏ᖫི ! ๎𑜓 ؄ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ ✿ ྒྒ ຶ𒂭⬮ °ཐི♡̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ཋྀ° ཐི☆̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ཋྀ ꣓ི༏ྀ𑇒͙ ᭰͒̑͡✿ ུ⃨ ❀꫶̯͙ࣺ˖̑͡. =͟͟͞ 𖧷⛾⡷⃨ ‌‌‎̶̲̌͜ ͟͞͞, ༺ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ ♰१˚̣̣̣͙𖦹︎ ᭩ ྀ#⃞͏ᅟ✧ ✱✱✱ ▬ 🐰ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི🌷*ೃ ̸⃨ ‘🌀⃜⃞ ⓘཊ 𓈒ིུ ᭒᭄ ✴︎ 🐲 ͟͟❘❙❚Ꮺ 𝆬⃞ ͙᭰͒̑͡✿ ུ⃨ (˃̣̣̥ヘ˂̣̣̥) 𖥨᩠ׄ݁🀄️ 𝜗℘ 🗒️ ᝰ.ᐟ ⃟͚̊▞ ❙❘❙❘.. ꯳⃘꤫ .ᐟ”🫥 ྀ᭩ ♬ 💮𓈒ིུ𓈒ིུ▞♬◌ ✱ ཻུ۪۪͎ 🥃ཐི ೫ ✱ 𒂭ུ۪۪۪۪᳝۟⓵⃜🎸❙❘♫ུ ⌗ ♬◌🥨#⃞ ❤︎ ུ۪۪۪۪᳝۟ 𝄞 ♪ ♭♫ ✸🥨ཐིཋྀ𑄾ㅤ۫ㅤㅤིྀㅤ▞ 𓈒ིུ▞♬◌ #♪ྀ#⃞͏ 👙🆙 ♪ᅟ✧ °°｡ ♪𓈒ིུ❀📬 ☎️ #L֍✹ ཆིཆྀ ⃟͚̊✿ ━╋ *️⃣ ཻུ۪۪͎ ཐི ೫ ͒ౢ ⇨ ꩇׁׅ݊⭔ 𖡄̽ᭂ🦈⑱ ᯤ̸ཻུ۪۪۪۫🍣୭ৎ ཻུ۪۪͎ ཐི ೫🥮͡꒱ 𓈈 ♬◌ㅋㅋ ﹫⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ↲ ▞♬ ꯳⃘꤫✿⃘໋ׅ 🏈🦷 ᯤ̸ཻུ۪۪۪۫ 🏯 ⃜꯳⃘꤫⃛͡🫙+📲⇧!! 𓊆ྀི ൃུㅤ♫ ❝ ❞ 𝒾t-B☆Y ๋۟ ݃♱ཐི♡⃟͚̊ཋྀ ུ᳝᳜᳝ ✿🆒ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི ░⃕⃝𒌩🎐ᚙ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ #𝟶6 🎋 ⟡˙˖ ıl 🧉🝳 ৯▒ 🧷⃨݃ 🥟🍀░⃜ ͠𝒷𝓁oss❀m ٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑)ᵎᵎᵎᵎ ᅠ✦ ⛩️🚞𓈈🗯️𓊍ㅤׂㅤ͡𖩩̈ ﹠̲ ④everྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི ၇͜ᩘ𑁍 ⓲ ♪ #️⃣ 👙▩ུ⃨ ❤︎. ▞▞ 🥬 ⃛ 🥐𖦞’#⃞20͟0͟5.. ❚❘❘❙ ͟ ₊˚⊹ ⒙ ൄ ⃪꫶͜ᩘ◍ [MONTH]월 [DAY]일❤︎ ▭▬★ 형. ✱🥘ཐི̲̲ཋྀ̲̲🍈 𝒹oꪶꪶ 𝄡ㅤ ☘︎ ̼ ⑰ 𓊍ㅤׂㅤ͡⊹ ✱ ✸ ✿ ꩜ ♡⃝ ᰔ ⏎*️⃣ 🎌❘❘❙ ͒⬚🎏 ❞❙❘❙𒀭 ⬤⬮⬤ ⬮ ..݁▓۪۪۫۫ 𒁍 ໂ‧‧᪲ ໃ 𑜞᭠ *˚⁺‧͙˚◌ ̵̵ུ ░𖣠͢🍎 ᬽ 🌐♰ ▒᳜᳝᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝⃛ ❥. ᭄ ꩜ ͏᪖.᪲.ᩤ᭔ㅤㅤ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ྀི｡ โ··᪲ใ ⬚✿ ໑ৎ ׁ  ׅ♡ 𓏵 𝜗℘ ⃛͡ †⏝ིི᭨ ྀ ♥︎̼̻♥︎̼̻♥︎̼̻ ̩̩͙༑𓈒̩̩͙༑𓈒̩̩͙ ㅤ༩ᭊㅤ♡⃟❜୧ 𑜞᭄ೃㅤㅤ ⃬۫🍜̸᩠໋࣪꣹۫ ͏⏝ི ✿ㅤㅤ ͏𓍯 ྀི𝆬․ ᱹ̫ ․ ꛒ ꣓ི༏ྀ𑇒🌺 ꒰͡ ͜ू  𓋜 ꒷⊹˚Ꮺ ㅤ ೃ❀𓈒𓏶ྀིㅤㅤ ﹒✷﹒◉ ･ᴗ･ ࣪ 🥥ֶָ֢﹆ ❥ ҉ ༄ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✺ ༚༅༚˳✿˳༚༅༚ ͡˚̣̣̣𓎟𓎟 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ ıllı 𐚁๋࣭⭑ ໒·͜:)𑇓 🪷"♪ ♥︎⁎̯͡ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ ✿" ໒᪲᪲᭢᜴꤬⬚͒❀ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ♥︎̼ ᨶᯃྀི✿ ༩ ♪⃝ 𒑟 ✱ ♫ིྀ ❶❺ ?👔꯳⃘꤫✿⃘໋ׅ🍎 ✹ ᮫͙ ⒅ བྷ།ᬼ ̳͟͞͞🌍 𝓲t-𝓫oy ™🌐˖ ◌◍ᬊཻུ۪۪ 🎻 ꦽ⬮ ᬼ˖͢ ‧͡‧̫ໃ🥭𝓞6𝄢۫🌐᭢˚̣̣̣͙͏◗ ᬊཻུ۪۪𖣠͢✿𑜞 ꦽ ⬮ ꠹ ۭۭۭ۫ࣳ۫֗❘ ꯭﹖ ᥀࣪ ★ ▓⃞⃯♫🌺ြ◗ ⿴ㅤ𓄼░ 🌼⃝˚ ♱ ✮ 𖦹 ⌁ ꉂ 𖡎 ∿ 𖥊 ҂ ꏍ 🜸𖣦 Ꮺ ๛ 𖠗 𖧧 𖤠 𖦆 𖧡 ⟆ ꒺ ∿ ∞ ޱ🛵🧠👔💋ヽִֶָ 𒄬 ⍝⍝ ꐑꐑ ฅฅ ༨ ༢ ༣ ྅   ̑̑៹ ❁ ꌨ❀✿ ☆⃞★⃞ ༀ 𖥟 ✱✱✱ ㅤ͡ ⊹ ✱ ✸ ✿ ꩜ ♡⃝ ᰔ ⏎ ⬤⬮⬤ ⬮ (˃̣̣̥ヘ˂̣̣̥) ᭢ຶ⵿ू✿ ࿔ ⠀ིιྀ ྀᖭ༏ᖫི ! ๎𑜓 ؄ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ ✿ ྒྒ ຶ𒂭⬮ °ཐི♡̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ཋྀ° ཐི☆̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ཋྀ ꣓ི༏ྀ𑇒͙ ᭰͒̑͡✿ ུ⃨ ❀꫶̯͙ࣺ˖̑͡. =🔮🌃͟͟͞ 𖧷⛾⡷⃨ ‌‌‎̶̲̌͜ ͟͞͞, ༺ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ ♰१˚̣̣̣͙𖦹︎ ᭩ ྀ#⛩️🚞 ໋ࣧ𓍼⃘꯭໋۟ 🫙🍃 ⃞͏ᅟ✧ ⇧!!🩸🏞️🪱 ཻུ۪۪͎ ཐི ೫ ͒ౢ ⇨ ꩇׁׅ݊⭔ ⓘཊ 𓈒ིུ ᭒᭄ ✴︎ ❝ ❞ ﹫⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ↲ ▞♬ ꯳⃘꤫✿⃘໋ׅ (°¯᷄◠¯᷅°) 𝜗℘ ━╋ ⊱｡❀̩͙̾͒༺★༻❀꫶̩͙ࣺ̾͒᭮᭰ ⋆｡‧₊♱༺𓆩❦︎𓆪༻♱༉‧₊˚. — ㅅ — ´ ω` ᴗ . ᴗ ꒡⌓꒡ ⇀‸↼ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ˘ ､ ˘ ᴖᗜᴖ ๑'ꇴ'๑ ˆ⌣ˆ 🏮ᵔ⤙ᵔ -﹏- ㅠㅠ ᴥ︎ > . ✩ ◞‸◟ ♪؞ؖ ̳̳̳̳̳̳̳̳̳ᩘᨯ𓂂𓏸 ཐི̲̲ཋྀ̲̲ 𓊍ㅤׂㅤ͡⊹▩ᬉ ̣̣̣͙͏❘❙⢀⣀ ̎̿͞͞͞͞͞͞͞͞ ིུ͠*: ཐི܂.᭨ᩧ⣷ ᭅᬻ ݴ᭄ ❚❘❙❘⎯⎯╾⃰◌̺̺͙ ⬤ 𖢅𝅮໒꒰ྀི ˊ͈ 𐦫 ˋ͈ ꒱ྀིა 𖥟𓈃❰❰ (★ 。✯  ⁄⁄͈꒱ა₊̣̇.🌺🌕🎯 ໒ ྀ ♰१  ᭢ຶ⵿⁕— ͟͞͞  ᭩͡ᰯ ⏁ ཆི♡̼͓ཆྀ ⍝⍝ ꐑꐑ ฅฅ ᡴꪫ ꯳⃘꤫ ͡ ︶ ִ ✧ ❀ ۪۪۫۫ᤢ ⣬ ཆི♡ཆྀ ਉl̈́ਉ ཊ♡⃛ཉ 𐚁 𓉳 𖤓 𖢖ུ⃨ ໂ᳜᳝‧͡‧̫ໃ᳜᳝ ̑ 𓊈❀𓊉 𓊆𔘓𓊇 ༒ ᬊ᭄ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ (>ཀ< ∠) 𑇍ׂ𓂂 ▒⃝ ⚝ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ †ᭃ ༄༽❜ 𖤛 ♡̶ ༒ ◌✦ ｡* 味ㅤ✧✦ㅤㅤꨴ ໂ᳜᳝‧͡‧̫ໃ᳜᳝ ㅤ ೄ ㅤ ✿ᩨ ㅤ ⬚͒꣓ ㅤ ❀ᮬᦾ ㅤ 花 ㅤ ী ㅤ ♬ ᪇ꫭ 𖧧˚̣̣̣͙ 🆙 ୧ 🚟 𓍊𓋼✴︎ 💋 ⁺˳𖦹︎‧₊˚✩ 🍱 4 o’clock ^_< 𓇼 ‘ 𓆠 🀢͟ ͟ ͟ ⏎⓵⃜🎏 !𒀀 ⛩️ ۪ܺׄ ̸ཻུ۪۪۪۫ ۪ܺ 🎇🥬 {+81 - *** - ****} 𝄡𓍼⃘꯭໋۟. 𖡄̽ ཽ🈖⃨ 🔎 i COULD EAT THAT GiRL FOR LUNCH 𓉯 ྀ ूੂ 🫁 ✿﮾᳜⡴ ✟ ❤︎ ?? ̼ 🗯️𓊍ㅤׂㅤ͡⊹ 𝒾t-G☆rl ूੂꐑꐑ 𝒾T~BⓄY 🍢 ཻུ۪۪͎ 𖣠👔͢ ⛩️ ᜴꤬🌺 ❤︎𝄢۫.ࣨ. ݁🥍 ㉇ི⃨ࣺ᭮ᬊ ᕕ( ᐕ )ᕗ (⁠ʘ⁠言⁠ʘ⁠╬⁠)

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𝑆𝑦𝑚𝑏𝑜𝑙𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑘 !! ❤︎

͚ᬼ   ཊ˃̵ ⑅ ཉ   ˖ࣺ⪩᭨͙᭰͒̑͡⪨

𖣁 ❦꫶ུ⃛ᰭ 𓈒ིུ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ཐི♡̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ཋྀ° ꒰ ͟͡ || ͟͡ ꒱ ͏͏ ཆི❤︎ཆྀ ⠀

❤︎ ໋𓈒 ✿꫶᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜৯▒ █▓ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ 𓈒 ༒ ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~♡

✿ ‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̥°̩̥‧̥·̊ ✿ °̩̥‧̥‧̥ ‧̥˚̩̩̥͙·‧̥·̊‧̥ ✿ ♥︎̼̻

日味ㅤ✧✦ㅤㅤꨴ 𖧷 ܆ ͙ ͙۪۪ ̥ 𓉳̸ ▊▍ ꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚︶꒷꒥꒷ 📂 #⃝𝟶𝟸 ؄ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ ✿" " ♪ ♥︎⁎̯͡ ʔ ❀ ㅤㅤ ✿⃨ ㅤㅤ 🏷️ ㅤㅤ 🌫️

𓇼⃝ ∗ ⠀ƸӜƷ ⠀ᣟ݂ ✩͏⚹︎ᣟ݂ ⠀ིιྀ ⠀ ྀᖭ༏ᖫི ⠀ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙

‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ     ꙰  ♡⃟࿔ ̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙♡̵̼͓̥͒̾͘⠀⠀⠀♫ ໂ✿﮾᳜⡴⠀⠀ ❦ ▓ ⓵⃛⡂⢀⠀⠀.  

⋆ ･˳ . ⋆  ⭒ ✿ ⭒ ⋆･. ˳ . ⋆ ❤︎ ───ᔉ࿔���o࿀࿁  ❀  

✿⃞⏜ ◌⃘❀ 　 ✿ֶ    ൃ ̮͡𑁍ུ  ꯳⃘꤫⃛͡✿ 　❁　 ⃟͚̊✿　 ✿̸　 ✿꫶⃨ 　 ᭨͙᭰͒̑͡✿ ུ⃨ ❀꫶̯͙ࣺ˖̑͡ 

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can you do a symbol pack pls?? thank u beautiful 🌸

⣦ ᭪ᬻ ⠛⠖⡅❀˖° ❤︎ ❘ ❙ ͏ ✟ ᭢ ᰭᰭ᳜᳝᳝ᰯ꫶ ▨ུ͏ ʕ⁎̯͡✭ུ ᭢͏ུ᭢ ♫ᰭᰯ᳜᳝᳜᳝⃨ ⣷ ͏ ᭪᭰˘˖ࣺ᭨͙᭰͒̑͡ ུ⃨ :¨ ·.· ¨: ฅ ⢀♥︎͏͏ ͏ ͏꯳⃘꤫ ͡ ❀꫶̯͙ࣺ˖̑͡♪ ͏ ͏ུུ̑̑✿᮫᮫̑̑ ᭨᭪ བྷ།ᬼ ᭨ ❘ ❙❘ ࣼࣼࣼ ‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎̶̲̌͜ ᭨𖥟.* ◌⃘࣭ٜ࣪࣪࣪۬  *ೃ✿ི⃨ꦿꦸ ♪⃝ ✳︎ 𓏸 ˙᭨ ⃟⃜ ཻུ۪۪. ░⃜ ͠ ✟꫶᳜᳝ࣺࣴ➲⓵᳜᳝᳜᳝✟⃛⡴ ✪ ✬✽ ͏͏◖⬤ᰯུ✿꫶᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜᳜᳜᳝࣭ ͏✟⃛ᰯᰭ࣭⠄᳝᳜♪⓷◖꫶᳝᳜⃛ ཤꪴ͠❦✟̭̈́♫ུ᳝᳜͏͏◗✿ᰯ꫶꫶ུ⃨▩ㆁ̴̶̷̤́ㆁ̴̶̷̤̀ ✿͙ᨳ ⣬♬♪♫᳝᳜ᰯ.░ ▒ ░ ❞⃘ ⇢͟ ❛ ▞ ⃟͚̊ ܺ ᭚ ◌◍*⃝̥ ❤︎ ▄▀▄ ˖𖥔.⟡ ˖͢ ⃟͚ 𓈒 𓈒ིུ𖤛.̲.̲𖥔♥︎ ❜ ⊹ 𓇼𓈒 ◌ *⃝̥ ⓘ 𓈒 ﾟ⃝⊹ lılı. .ılıl ਏਓ₊˚✥ ⿻ 𓏸𓈒 ၇͜ᩘ ♡⃟͚̊၇⃪⃖ৡ 𒀭 ⬤⬮⬤ ⬮ ݃♱ཐི♡⃟͚̊ཋྀ 𖢅.⁺ ໒ ྀ ෴ ⁺ ˖ ⁄⁄͈꒱ა₊̣̇.𖢅.⁺ ໒ ࿔᭬ৡ⃪꫶⃗၇͜ᩘ၇⃪⃖ৡ࿔█▓︵⃨‿✮૮₍∗ ₊˚ .·̩͙ ₊ 𓍢♪♰ 𓏲࣪ . 𓂃 ⁺ ˖ 𖢅.⁺ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁  ׅ ࣪ ⿴ ྀ ꯳⃘꤫⃛͡❤︎ᰯ ᭢˚̣̣̣͙͏ ͏͏͏⑮ ཐི♡⃟͚ཋྀ꠹ᭂ ຶ⵿  𓈒ིུ❦ ݃𖥨᩠ׄ݁   ཻུ۪۪ⓘ 𖥔 ෆ ★ ☆ ࣪ᯤ ᘒ ் 𖢅͢ ∮͠ ཐི༑ཋ᭡ ִ 𝂅 ✶ 𑁍 𖦹 . . . 𓏧 ♪▩ ׄ 𓈒 𒀭 𓂂𓏸 ✿⃬⃝࣪ ᨳ₊˚ ⬮⬤⬮ 𓈒ཊ♥︎ཉ ⓲ ✻⧉✢ ̥ ◌ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁꙳ ⊹ ✎ ᝰ =͟͟͞ ❤︎ #⃞ ৡ⃪꫶⃗ ᭄⢾ ৡ⃪꫶⃗ ⬮ ၇͜ᩘ♥︎ ▒᳜᳝᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝⃛ ✟ ି ᭨ ᖭིᖫྀ . ˖ ▭▬ ◌ ◛ ໋𓈒 ̣͘░͟ ₊˚⊹ ྀི ⌒₊˚ ♪ ㅠㅅㅠ ❤︎ ꯭ ⊹ ⋆ ࣪ *৹໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ͙✩ ⛶ 𓈒⿻ ⿴ ⊹ ۫ ♩ ׂ ˙ ི ྀೃ ཐི༑✟⃨⃛༑ཋྀ ♬◌ ◛ ໋𓈒 ! ♡⃝⑅ ⋆ #⟡˙♬⃝˚᧔᧓ ૮꒰ ྀི ◜ . ◝ ྀི꒱ა ♫ུ᳝᳜᳝ ྲྀྲྀ ໋𓈒 ✿꫶᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜৯▒ 𓂃𓈒၇͜ᩘ♥︎𓈒ཊཉ 𓈃 ♪ ✺  𖢅⿻᭩͡ᰯ ♬⃝˚𓈒 ׂ᭩͡ᰯ◌♪ ◍ ❝#⃞ ❞❙❘❙ . . ᧔᧓ . . ˖ ་ ıl˳ ⟢ ˖◛ . . [᧔᧓] ♡⑅⃝◌𖥔Ꞌ ࣪ 𓋜˖ ❚ ◌ 𓈒 ⭒ ཐིཋྀ ˖ ࣪⊹ 𓂂 ࿐ ۫ .*⭒ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ｡ﾟ♡ ˖ ࣪ ୧ ｡: ✻ ˖ ֹ ִ ⟢. ཐི ཋྀ۪ ࣪ ✳︎ 𓏸 　 ҉ ๋ ◌ ၇͜ᩘ༣ஓ⺉ݴ᭄ ❚❘❙❘⎯⎯╾⃰◌̺̺͙ ⬤ 𖢅𝅮໒꒰ྀི ˊ͈ 𐦫 ˋ͈ ꒱ྀིა ུ ♩♬ ① ᭋᭂᬹ ˘͒ˑ᳜⃛ -̮͡ू  ۪۪۫۫ᤢ ⣬ ❤︎ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ꙮ . . . ༶⁺ ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ ♬⃝ ıllı ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ ཐི ཋྀ 𓏸𓈒 ָ࣪ 𓂂 𓏸 ˖ ⿴݃♱ ˓  ֢ =͟͟͞✪ ྀ 𓈒﹠̲ ☄︎ ࣪˖✦ .ꢀ  ◌ ⃘ 〣 ◌ ┆ ♡⃟͚̊♱ ᨘ໑ ᯓ ✶₊ ᚙ 𓋜♪ ˖ ♡⃝ ྐⓘ ⓰ ˎˊ ˗ ⊹ ⵓ ৡ⃪꫶͜ᩘ◍ 𖦸໋݊ ཻུ. ㊅*ིྀ ꯭ ˚❁્᭄͜͡ ۪ܺׄ⃞✿᭢⠞ུ. ᡴꪫ ‧͡‧̫  Ꮚᵕ̣̣̣̣̣ ہ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣ ৣ ۬۟ ⏜ ⏜ ⏜ ۪𐙚 ུ⃛ ⬮ᰰᩴ ㅤᤣ९ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ׁ ི۪۪۪ ֯ ּ ֗ ۫ ැ 𓈒 ֹ ᜴✿ ︶ྀི ᭢ ᰭᰭ᳜᳝᳝ᰯ꫶ ᧔ ❀ ᧓ ▦ ▩ 𖣯 ⬚ ░ ▒ ೋ ᭄ᬽ ྀི ꕀ ꦿ ๑՞ ᭪ᬻᭊ ི⃨ꦿꦸ ꦽ ⬮ ꠹ᭂ ⚈้̤͡ ˌ̫̮೧ູ ʕ·͡ˑ·ཻʔ ᬉٞ٭ٝ 𑆪ིྀᩧ𑆠 ٞ 𝅄 ?꯭﹖ ᥀࣪ ★ ⌢ ◌ ۫ ꒱ ᰮᬺᬸ ۭۭۭ۫ࣳ۫֗❘ ⡷⃨ ᭢˚̣̣̣͙͏ ུ♪ᭂ ◌·. ꯭ ഁㅤ᭄𖹭ઠᥱ︭૨ㅤ𔓕꯭ !ㅤํ⿴ㅤ𓄼░ 🌼⃝˚ 𓄼 ｡ﾟ ြ░ ᭢༽ৣৢ ં⸼ ꦿ ༽ৣৢ؞ৢ؞ؖ ◞ ༎ຶ •̛)ྀ ໂ‧͡‧̫ໃ ⬤ᰯུ ᬊ ծູ ̟̞̝̜̙̘̗̖҉̵̴̨̧̢̡̼̻̺̹̳̲̱̰̯̮̭̬̫̪̩̦̥̤̣̠҈͈͇͉͍͎͓͔͕͖͙͚͜͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢ͅ▫️ ┈⵿۪۫۫۫ ‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎̶̲̌͜♪⃝  ིུ͠ ֵ๋̾͒۫ ❧ ༄⸼۪❀˟̫ː ͏ •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙  ᭢ຶ⵿⁕ 𓊈❀𓊉 ༄༽❜ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ◛ ໋𓈒 ❛❜〄 ◍⃘꯭໋۟ ▄ ︻̷̿┻̿═━── ıllı 𖥔᭄𓈒🖱️ྀི ͟͟❘❙❚❙ ▭▬ ❿ ❘ ❙ ❘⬮⃨۪۪̃۟⬤⡳ㅤ ㅤ⏝ ⏝ིི᭨ ྀ 𝅘𝅥𝅮♪ ⏝ི ✧ ུ ⏝ིི᭨ ྀ⑧ ̷ ✧ ♡̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ ✿⃘ֹ ♡̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ ✦.໋᳝🎥◍. ᬊཻུ۪۪ 𖡄̽【】. 【♡⃞】 ₊ ֗ 𓈀 ❜͟ 𖥔❚❙❘ 𓂃⊹𓈒⟡ ᶻz ♪⃞ ₊ ֗! ◍⑅ . . ໋𝜗𝜚 ࣪𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི ❬ ❛◍᧔᧓⃢ ࿒ཽ🈖⃨᭢ຶ⵿ ⓴ ̷۪۪ᰰ ❝᷀ົ . ݁ 𐒘𝛠 𝒲h͟o ﹗%⃘꯭໋۟ ⊹ ۶༩╰۪ ᡴꪫ ݁和谐͘𓂂 ͜ᩘ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘𑣿᭨ᬽᭊᯤ̸ཻུ۪۪۪۫ ᭢ຶ⵿ ཀ ⓱+ ▬̸̎͞ ▂▃ . འ ╲╱ ܢ

‎ ض̺̿ ` ♰ ٣ֻٍ ؁. ‎ݻـــى ᡃ. ̬ ضܑܮ. ༩ ♡̸ ࠕ࡛ ㅤܢض̺̿ ` ♰ ٣ֻٍ ؁. ‎ݻـــى ᡃ. ﷴ. ̬ ꧓. ۽ ؆. ضܑܮ. ༩ ♡̸ ࠕ࡛ ㅤܢㅤㅤ𐬦ㅤㅤ. ⃝꙰⃝꙰⃝꙰⃝꙰. ۱̣. 𐧘. ᜧ ‎ﷻ ༒ 𓂋 ׂ ׅ ◞ ͙ࣳ 𒑟 𒃽 طو 𒁍 ‘ … 𒊏 ..𒆨 ‘ ‎ ٸٸ 𒋤 ༏།། 𐎱̸ 𒑎 ༏།། ۪｀‎༦ དྷ ༮‎ ༏། 𒉴 ⣋ ▍ 𒂇 𒌩 𒋲 ` ‎𒀀 𝄒 𒉾 ᷅᷆ 𒊓 … 𒊏 𒑟༒𒈜 ༑ 𒁇 ༮ ཛྷ 𐎱̸ ۗ 𒍮 𒑊 ฅ 𖡍 ⁛ ᭭ ˚ ▊ ¹⁸ ☡١ 𖤓 𒂭 𓊑 ¸ ݊ 𖤛 𓈒◌ ✧ ◌⃘ ݁ ◍ ◌ ׂ 𓈒 ·˚ ﹙ أتى 𓇻 𓂋 ༺ ༻ ۰ 𓆤 ࣭ ႋ ׅ ํ ཆི ្ ཆྀ 𔓎 ﹏ 𒈒 ៚ ٠. 𒈞 𒍮༦␍ ༂ ۬۟ﷻ𒇤𒇳𒉼𒅒𒂤˓ ۗ 𑣿 𒂝 ࣪‎ 𒁍 ࣪ཧ ⸯⸯ𒊒

[sugaryfresca]

Random Symbols

ꪆ୧ ‘ 🥨🥛⇢ ◍👩🏽 ˖ ࣪⊹♥︎(─‿‿─) ⟡˙▨ ࿐ ۫ ִ

𑁍ࠜೄ ᨶᯃ ྀི✿ ♱ ıllı ˚୨୧⋆ ♥︎ ღೋ ░⃜᳴ᰯ ᭉᭂ ↺

꙳🪜🍲╰🛋🪟 👙🪽⊹ ॱ 𓈒 🖱 ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰→🐼*️⃣🌸

👱🏻‍♀️🎀𖥔᭄𓈒 ➲𖢅🥃💻🌎✴️𓈒ིུ❀ ུ ຼ ❤︎ ໋𓈒🌸🍈

𓈒ୂ᭄🎀💭ྀི ✿⃬⃝ =͟͟͞🎀🍀✪ ྀ ⌒₊💇🏻‍♀️𖥔◍⃘꯭ ❝⟡📞 ۪ܺׄ⃞ ⇢❛

⁺‧͙❤︎ ▓ ⤿.͟◟ ᩠͡ (ó ꯭ ⊹ ❞ ू♡⃝ ࿔﮾⡴ 🖥️ ♪ ♥︎👙☘️ 🪷.̲.̲𖥔

🌸🫙▭▬ 🚭❦ ͘ ̣১💛 ★⿻ ཐ💟꒱ྀི◌⃘𖦸໋᳝݊ ❥ ͘ୢ꣒𓇖

❍⃕͜❀ིི۪۪۫۫ꦿ֗ 🌺🩻☢️ 🐼 ·˚ ༘₊🌼 ⌖˚◌ 𓂃❛ ◝, ⟡🥥!

[giraisol]

💗 ⠷⠠❤︎ 𑈴 ❀ ͙  ᭪ᰯ  ͏͏ ʕ´ڡ｀*ʔ 🎀 ♡ྀི

⡴⠞⠞⣿ ❤︎ ፝⠀🐰 ♬ ͏͏ ெㅤ *ㅤʕ♥︎ ྀིɁ 🩷 𝅗𝅥

꒰ঌ ♥︎ ྀིུ͙͙͙ 👼🏻 angel ♪ ͏͏ ✮⢂❧ 🌳 🧸 ❀ 🪷 ུ

🔒 ✿ ۪۪۫۫ᤢ ⣬ 🧡 𝅘𝅥𝅮  ͡꒱ ͏͏ 1989 ❤︎ ⏯️ ❦ 👩🏻💧

[entrehadas]

short bios :~)

❤︎ ୁׄ ಎ💧•̩̩͙*˚ ✿ Ꮚᵕ̣̣̣̣̣ ہ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣ Ꮚ 🩷 ❦

🔟 💗 ⣷ 🐻‍❄️ ❤︎ ུ⃨ :¨ ·.· ¨: 🪷 ฅ ⢀♥︎

͏͏͏░⃜✟ ͏͏👧🏻 ུ⃨ ⚰️ ⣷ ⚔️ ⠀̾͒ ̥🤍❦ 🎀🥮᭢͏͏ུ

♪ •̩̩͙*˚ ❀ 🐞☘️ ･*:.｡ ✧ 🤓 ♪ *•.¸¸ ☙

❥ a 𝓫𝓸𝔂 is a gun 🧡👩🏻⚹☘️🥮

[byeolblogi]

symbols for u !

. ıllı 𖥟 𓏸𓈒❤︎ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ ཐི ཋྀ 𓏸𓈒 ָ࣪ 𓂂🎦 𓏸 ˖ ⿴݃♱ ˓  ֢ =͟͟͞✪ ྀ 𓈒 𓏲࣪ . 𓂃 ﹠̲ ☄︎ ࣪˖✦ .ꢀ  ◌ ⃘ 〣 ◌ ┆ ♡⃟͚̊♱ 📶ᨘ໑ ᯓ ✶₊ ᚙ 𓋜♪ ˖ 📽️ ♡⃝ ྐ❤︎ⓘ ⓰ ˎˊ ˗ ⊹ ⵓ ৡ⃪꫶͜ᩘ◍𒂭𓈒 𖦸໋݊ ཻུ. ㊅ *ིྀ ꯭ ˚

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✱ confessing to you w/ Gojo, Nanami, Higuruma & gn!reader

@snailor-bee asked: LALEEEEE!!! (o゜▽゜)o♥ WHAT'S THIS I HEAR?? REQUESTS ARE OPEN?? FOR MORE FANDOMS?? You just know I just gotta... May I please request Gojo, Higuruma, and Nanami trying to confess to reader? (*/ω＼*) Like headcanons/drabbles whichever. I just think it's real cute. And you're real cute. It just works out perfectly, hehe. Hoping you're doing well!! ;3; Sending you hugs and kisses!!

a/n: BEE my sweet (´⌣`ʃƪ) it feels like forever since i for around writing something for you, so i was super excited when you sent something in for me! i had a lot of fun writing these small drabbles, i hope they're to your liking! ps: i think YOU are super cute love you ok bye

➸ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐: Geto, Toji & Shiu

❦ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

Gojo is used to being fawned on. He has the good looks and he knows. Keeps running his mouth without any consequences because there simply are none when you’re Gojo Satoru. The strongest. The balance of the world depends on him. He’s untouchable.

And then there’s you, who is tearing his whole act down with such ease, it makes his heart stop.

You don’t fuss over him and you don’t bow before him. His name doesn’t fall out of your mouth as if he was a deity, someone holy; and still it’s the sweetest sound he has ever heard. When you call out for him, Gojo wants to be there in an instant. There’s this unknown calmth whenever he’s with you, his heart feeling lightweight somehow. He’s drawn to you like the tide to the moon.

For someone as grand as Gojo, he loves so quietly. 

He can’t bring himself to say those words out loud, as if they carried a weight that threatened what you two have. Still, he doesn’t know what to do with all this love; he never learned where to put it down. You can handle it, can you? The burden and the curse of being loved? You wouldn’t be scared to love him back, right?

So Gojo makes sure to show you his love in the most mundane things, so there’s no room for doubt just how tight he holds you in his heart. Midnight strolls to the candy aisle at the supermarket. I love you. A hand on the small of your back when you’re moving through a large crowd. I love you. Your fingertips brushing over his long white lashes while he rests his weary head in your lap under the cherry blossoms. I love you. 

It’s only when you kiss him one night, in the middle of the parking lot, that those big words get caught in his throat. Six eyes aren’t enough to comprehend the feeling in his chest when his big hands cup your face, as if he wants to hinder you from ever pulling away from him. It would be so easy to mumble his confession against your lips, but you already know. So instead he simply kisses you back, sweeping you off your feet when you lose your balance from being on your tiptoes. 

He smiles when you shush him with another kiss. He doesn’t need to say it out loud; you know, you’ve always known.

❦ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

Nanami’s confession is apologetic.

The words have been weighing on his heart until one night, they just fall out of his mouth. Maybe he had one drink too many, not enough to be drunk, but enough to loosen his tongue. His thumb rubbing over the rim of his glass, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, his tie not so accurate anymore. He isn’t looking at you; it’s easier if his gaze doesn’t catch yours, if his eyes can’t wander to your lips. Your hands are next to each other on the bar counter, almost touching. He could close the distance so easily, but he’s aware that he wouldn’t be able to let go of your hand anymore.

“I’m in love with you.”

His voice is low, whisky-raspy. The silence that follows isn’t uncomfortable; it’s a warmth that’s surrounding you like a veil. At this moment, it’s just you and him. In another life, this could have been so easy, couldn’t it? In a life where he doesn't have to worry about fighting curses, and the horrors humans are capable of, and about the day he might not come back home to you from work. He wouldn’t have to break your heart like that.

“So deeply, utterly in love with you.”

In another life, you could have had it all. The shared books on the nightstand, the matching rings on your fingers, the messy blankets in the morning. Maybe he was being greedy, yearning for this. He couldn’t help himself when you tugged on his heartstrings like that. He tried to fight it, this attraction to you; but the more he tried to keep his distance, the more he yearned for a glimpse of your attention. Your bright smile from the other side of the room–it should have been enough. And still…

“I hope you can forgive me.”

Was it really greed that made him cradle your face in his palms, gazing into your eyes before leaning in for a kiss? No… no. But he knows he can never let go of you now, not when he tasted the sweetness of your lips. Not when you kiss him back with such hunger, years of yearning unraveling in this very moment. Not when forgiveness lies on the tip of your tongue, asking to be devoured. All he can do is hope that when his time comes, you’ll let him pick up the pieces of your broken heart and that the light of your love will guide him somewhere south; back to the warmth the two of you feel in this very moment with his lips on yours. 

❦ 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐀

Higuruma has no doubt in his heart regarding his feelings for you. They’re clear as day to him. His heart leaps in his chest when you enter a room and your laughter washes away all of his exhaustion for a bit. 

He studied you from afar for a long time; he can read all of your small gestures and expressions like a language only you and him know. The way your tongue pokes out between your lips when you’re in deep focus, reading over a file from a case you’re working on with him. Your fingertips picking up a tiny piece of lint from his suit before you enter the courtroom together and the small smile playing on your lips when he looks over his shoulder to catch what you’re doing. That one strand of hair that seems to be loose no matter how often you try to tuck it away, much to your annoyance and his adoration. 

“I’d like to ask you out.”

His words are as clear as his intentions. Higuruma is a straightforward man, not brash but gentle in his own way. With him, you don’t have to wonder what's between you two, he’ll tell you what’s on his mind and he’ll expect the same from you. Never pushy, but longing for connection, for mutual understanding. He sees no point in hiding his feelings and he knows you’re clever, you’ve probably had them figured out anyway. 

Higuruma and you have to face them daily, the abysses of the human mind. It’s easy to let your heart go cold over them, to lose a bit of your own humanity. And yet, when your eyes meet, it’s all forgotten. It’s like he can see the essence of your soul and you can see his and it’s all golden; so golden.

You don’t pull away when his fingers weave between yours one night when you leave the office together. He feels a sense of relief wash over him in this moment, not because he was afraid that you wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings, but because his world got a bit brighter in this moment, a bit warmer. He missed this for much longer than he’d admit.

To Higuruma, loving you comes easy. It feels as natural as breathing. It calms him, as if you’re the eye of a storm. And so he doesn’t even hesitate to say those words out loud, almost stating them like a matter of fact, and sealing them with a kiss. Guilty of loving you.

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᭰͒̑͡ ུ⃨ :¨ ·.· ¨: ฅ ⢀♥︎͏͏ ͏🌺 ͏꯳⃘꤫ ͡ ❀꫶̯͙ࣺ˖̑͡♪ ͏ ͏ུུ̑̑✿᮫᮫̑̑ ᭨᭪ བྷ།ᬼ ᭨ ❘ ❙❘ ࣼࣼࣼ ‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎̶̲̌͜ ᭨𖥟.* ◌⃘࣭ٜ࣪࣪࣪۬ *ೃ✿ི⃨ꦿꦸ ♪⃝ ✳︎ 𓏸 ˙᭨ ⃟⃜ ཻུ۪۪. ░⃜ ͠ ✟꫶᳜᳝ࣺࣴ➲⓵᳜᳝᳜᳝✟⃛⡴ ✪ ✬✽ ͏͏◖⬤ᰯུ✿꫶᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜᳜᳜᳝࣭ ͏✟⃛ᰯᰭ࣭⠄᳝᳜♪⓷◖꫶᳝᳜⃛ ཤꪴ͠❦✟̭̈́♫ུ᳝᳜͏͏◗✿ᰯ꫶꫶ུ⃨▩ㆁ̴̶̷̤́ㆁ̴̶̷̤̀ ✿͙ᨳ ⣬♬♪♫᳝᳜ᰯ.░ ▒ ░ ❞⃘ ⇢͟ ❛ ▞ ⃟͚̊ ܺ ᭚ ◌◍*⃝̥ ❤︎ ▄▀▄ ˖𖥔.⟡ ˖͢ ⃟͚ 𓈒𓈒ིུ𖤛.̲.̲𖥔♥︎ ❜ ⊹ 𓇼𓈒 ◌ *⃝̥ ⓘ 𓈒 ﾟ⃝⊹ lılı. .ılıl ਏਓ₊˚✥ ⿻ 𓏸𓈒 ၇͜ᩘ ♡⃟͚̊၇⃪⃖ৡ🚖𒀭⬤⬮⬤ ⬮ ݃♱ཐི♡⃟͚̊ཋྀ 𖢅.⁺ ໒ ྀ ෴ ⁺ ˖ ⁄⁄͈꒱ა₊̣̇.𖢅.⁺ ໒ ࿔᭬ৡ⃪꫶⃗၇͜ᩘ၇⃪⃖ৡ࿔█▓︵⃨‿✮૮₍∗ ₊˚ .·̩͙ ₊ 𓍢♪♰ 𓏲࣪ . 𓂃 ⁺ ˖ 𖢅.⁺ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 ׅ ࣪ ⿴ ྀ ꯳⃘꤫⃛͡❤︎ᰯ ᭢˚̣̣̣͙͏ ͏͏͏⑮ ཐི♡⃟͚ཋྀ꠹ᭂ ຶ⵿ 𓈒ིུ❦ ݃𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ཻུ۪۪ⓘ 𖥔 ෆ ★ ☆ ࣪ᯤ ᘒ ் 𖢅͢ ∮͠ ཐི༑ཋ᭡ ִ 𝂅 ✶ 𑁍 𖦹 . . . 𓏧 ♪▩ ׄ 𓈒 𒀭 𓂂𓏸 ✿⃬⃝࣪ ᨳ₊˚ ⬮⬤⬮ 𓈒ཊ♥︎ཉ ⓲ ✻⧉✢ ̥ ◌ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁꙳ ⊹ ✎ ᝰ =͟͟͞ ❤︎ #⃞ ৡ⃪꫶⃗ ᭄⢾ ৡ⃪꫶⃗ ⬮ ၇͜ᩘ♥︎ ▒᳜᳝᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝⃛ ✟ ି ᭨ ᖭིᖫྀ . ˖ ▭▬ ◌ ◛ ໋𓈒 ̣͘░͟ ₊˚⊹ ྀི ⌒₊˚ ♪ ㅠㅅㅠ ❤︎ ꯭ ⊹ ⋆ ࣪ *৹໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ͙✩ ⛶ 𓈒⿻ ⿴ ⊹ ۫ ♩ ׂ ˙ ི ྀೃ ཐི༑✟⃨⃛༑ཋྀ ♬◌ ◛ ໋𓈒 ! ♡⃝⑅ ⋆ #⟡˙♬⃝˚᧔᧓ ૮꒰ ྀི ◜ . ◝ ྀི꒱ა ♫ུ᳝᳜᳝ ྲྀྲྀ ໋𓈒 ✿꫶᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜৯▒ 𓂃𓈒၇͜ᩘ♥︎𓈒ཊཉ 𓈃 ♪ ✺ 𖢅⿻᭩͡ᰯ ♬⃝˚𓈒 ׂ᭩͡ᰯ◌♪ ◍ ❝#⃞ ❞❙❘❙ . . ᧔᧓ . . ˖ ་ ıl˳ ⟢ ˖◛ . . [᧔᧓] ♡⑅⃝◌𖥔Ꞌ ࣪ 𓋜˖ ❚ ◌ 𓈒 ⭒ ཐིཋྀ ˖ ࣪⊹ 𓂂 ࿐ ۫ .*⭒ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ｡ﾟ♡ ˖ ࣪ ୧ ｡: ✻ ˖ ֹ ִ ⟢. ཐི ཋྀ۪ ࣪ ✳︎ 𓏸 　 ҉ ๋ ◌ ၇͜ᩘ༣ஓ⺉ݴ᭄ ❚❘❙❘⎯⎯╾⃰◌̺̺͙ ⬤ 𖢅𝅮໒꒰ྀི ˊ͈ 𐦫 ˋ͈ ꒱ྀིა ུ ♩♬ ① ᭋᭂᬹ ˘͒ˑ᳜⃛ -̮͡ू ۪۪۫۫ᤢ ⣬ ❤︎🫐 ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ꙮ . . . ༶⁺ ཐི♡⃟ཋྀ ♬⃝ ıllı ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ ཐི ཋྀ 𓏸𓈒 ָ࣪ 𓂂 𓏸 ˖ ⿴݃♱ ˓ ֢ =͟͟͞✪ ྀ 𓈒﹠̲ ☄︎ ࣪˖✦ .ꢀ ◌ ⃘ 〣 ◌ ┆ ♡⃟͚̊♱ ᨘ໑ ᯓ ✶₊ ᚙ 𓋜♪ ˖ ���⃝ ྐⓘ ⓰ ˎˊ ˗ ⊹ ⵓ ৡ⃪꫶͜ᩘ◍ 𖦸໋݊ ཻུ. ㊅*ིྀ ꯭ ˚❁્᭄͜͡ ۪ܺׄ⃞✿᭢⠞ུ. ᡴꪫ ‧͡‧̫ Ꮚᵕ̣̣̣̣̣ ہ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣ ৣ ۬۟ ⏜ ⏜ ⏜ ۪𐙚 ུ⃛ ⬮ᰰᩴ ㅤᤣ९ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ׁ ི۪۪۪ ֯ ּ ֗ ۫ ැ 𓈒 ֹ ᜴✿ ︶ྀི ᭢ ᰭᰭ᳜᳝᳝ᰯ꫶ ᧔ ❀ ᧓ ▦ ▩ 𖣯 ⬚ ░ ▒ ೋ ᭄ᬽ ྀི ꕀ ꦿ ๑՞ ᭪ᬻᭊ ི⃨ꦿꦸ ꦽ ⬮ ꠹ᭂ ⚈้̤͡ ˌ̫̮೧ູ ʕ·͡ˑ·ཻʔ ᬉٞ٭ٝ 𑆪ིྀᩧ𑆠 ٞ 𝅄 ?꯭﹖ ᥀࣪ ★ ⌢ ◌ ۫ ꒱ ᰮᬺᬸ ۭۭۭ۫ࣳ۫֗❘ ⡷⃨ ᭢˚̣̣̣͙͏ ུ♪ᭂ ◌·. ꯭ ഁㅤ᭄𖹭ઠᥱ︭૨ㅤ𔓕꯭ !ㅤํ⿴ㅤ𓄼░ 🌼⃝˚ 𓄼 ｡ﾟ ြ░ ᭢༽ৣৢ ં⸼ ꦿ ༽ৣৢ؞ৢ؞ؖ ◞ ༎ຶ •̛)ྀ ໂ‧͡‧̫ໃ ⬤ᰯུ ᬊ ծູ ̟̞̝̜̙̘̗̖҉̵̴̨̧̢̡̼̻̺̹̳̲̱̰̯̮̭̬̫̪̩̦̥̤̣̠҈͈͇͉͍͎͓͔͕͖͙͚͜͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢͢ͅ▫️ ┈⵿۪۫۫۫ ‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎̶̲̌͜♪⃝  ིུ͠ ֵ๋̾͒۫ ❧ ༄⸼۪❀˟̫ː ͏ •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ ᭢ຶ⵿⁕ 𓊈❀𓊉 ༄༽❜ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ◛ ໋𓈒 ❛❜〄 ◍⃘꯭໋۟ ▄ ︻̷̿┻̿═━── ıllı 𖥔᭄𓈒🖱️ྀི ͟͟❘❙❚❙ ▭▬ ❿ ❘ ❙ ❘⬮⃨۪۪̃۟⬤⡳ ⏝ ⏝ིི᭨ ྀ 𝅘𝅥𝅮♪ ⏝ི ✧ ུ ⏝ིི᭨ ྀ⑧ ̷ ✧ ♡̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ ✿⃘ֹ ♡̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ ✦.໋᳝🎥◍. ᬊཻུ۪۪ 𖡄̽【】. 【♡⃞】 ₊ ֗ 𓈀 ❜͟ 𖥔❚❙❘ 𓂃⊹𓈒⟡ ᶻz ♪⃞ ₊ ֗! ◍⑅ . . ໋𝜗𝜚 ࣪𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི ❬ ❛◍᧔᧓⃢ ࿒ཽ🈖⃨᭢ຶ⵿ ⓴ ̷۪۪ᰰ ❝᷀ົ . ݁ 𐒘𝛠 𝒲h͟o ﹗%⃘꯭໋۟ ⊹ ۶༩╰۪ ᡴꪫ ݁和谐͘𓂂 ͜ᩘ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘𑣿᭨ᬽᭊᯤ̸ཻུ۪۪۪۫ ᭢ຶ⵿ ཀ ⓱+ ▬̸̎͞ ▂▃ . འ 🔊 ╲╱ ܢ 𒁍 ‘ … 𒊏 ..𒆨 ‘ ‎ ٸٸ 𒋤 ༏།། 𐎱̸ 𒑎 ༏།། ۪｀‎༦ དྷ ༮‎ ༏། 𒉴 ⣋ ▍ 𒂇𒌩𒋲` ‎𒀀 𝄒 𒉾 ᷅᷆ 𒊓 …🧱 𒊏 𒑟༒𒈜 ༑ 𒁇 ༮ ཛྷ 𐎱̸ ۗ 𒍮 𒑊 ฅ 𖡍 ⁛ ᭭ ˚ ▊ ¹⁸ ﷻ ༒ ༺ ༻أتى ✞༎ຶ 𔕛ିֺ𓈒 ✟།ື̤ ░᰷᳝᳜⃛ ✪ ͏̈. ✟⃛ ✟ິ⬮⬤⬮ ❦࿚♰. ıllı 𖥟ৡ⃪꫶͜ᩘ◍ ❤︎ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ ྐ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ˖ ݁ ཐི ཋྀ ❘ ❙ ͏ ⓱ 𝅘𝅥𝅮♪ ⚈้̤͡ ˌ̫̮೧ູ ⬮⃨۪۪̃۟⬤ ﷼ ﷳ ▄ ︻̷̿┻̿═━── ❀ ۪۪۫۫ᤢ ✿̑ ❁ 𒂭 𒅄 𝄞 🪷𒈔

▬̸⃨▬̸⃨ ིུ ⠀⠀ूੂ ❤︎ ूੂ ⠀⠀▊▍ ͏ུུ̑̑⠀⠀❀ᮬׁ࣮✧ ⠀⠀᭄ᬬ ⠀⠀✟͏ ⠀⠀❤︎᭮༎ຶ ⠀⠀♡̵̼͓̥͒̾͘✿⃘ֹ ꫶ུ⃛ ⠀⠀ཆི❤︎ཆྀ ᅠ𝅘𝅥⠀⠀✟ ᪲⠀⠀✿ིུ͠⠀⠀ ᭢ຶ⵿ ⠀⠀♬✦⠀⠀꒰ ͟͡ || ͟͡ ꒱⠀⠀❤︎ 𒁍⠀⠀ ⬤⬮ ✢˖✧⠀⠀°ཐི♡̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ཋྀ°⠀⠀⬚͒ౢ ⠀ᬉ⠀⠀. ✿ྀིུ͙͙͙⠀⠀᭩͡⠀⠀♥︎̼̻ ⠀⠀ ᪖.᪲.ᩤ᭔⠀⠀ᨶᯃྀི✿ ⃘ᰰ❤︎.⠀⠀⬮ ‎ུ⃨ ♥ུ⃛ ⠀⠀ི༏ྀ ⠀⠀❀ིི۪۪۫۫⠀⠀ ‧͙⁺˚* ･*˚⁺ ⠀⠀♥︎̼̻ ྀིུ͙͙͙⠀⠀ ✦ ✧ ໂ᳜᳝‧͡‧̫ໃ᳜᳝ ̑⠀⠀❘ ❙ ⠀⠀ꉺ ̈✿ ʅ⠀⠀⋆*:. ♪⠀⠀✧ °˚(ृ´꒳ˁ　)ु˒ꉺ ॢ‾͈̑๑)ഽ̵ᵘഽ̵ᵘ४⠀⠀꒰...꒱⠀⠀♡̵̼͓̥͒̾͘⡣⠀⠀꯳⃘꤫⃛͡ ♥︎ ᳝᳜᳝᳜ᰯ 𝅘𝅥 𝅘𝅥𝅮⠀⠀❀ .¸¸. ♥︎ ༼ຶཽ♥︎̼̻° ⠀⠀ ˳̊·ᶓ𔓕ᶔ·˳̊. ⠀(ʅ͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡(ƟӨ)ʃ͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡͡ ⠀⠀ ˃̶͈̀ ॢ ⠀⠀ᭅᬻ⠀⠀✿ ‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̥°̩̥ ⵌ ⌗ ⨳ ❞﹒ᝰ つ ᘐ ට 𖥦 ᘏ ᐟ.ᐟメ Ꮺ ゝ꒱꒱ ➜ ◞ 𐃆 ✦ ꗃ​​◟ ⨯ ꒰╰╮︻デ═一︰✿ ζ﹐．𓊔⺌！ ％ ៹ 、 ₊˚ฅ ꔛ𓂃★☆✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ ₊˚๑꒷₊⊹ ⬫ ა ໒ ‧˚ ʚɞ ︿︿˗ˏˋ—ˎˊ˗﹆₊﹅˚ ⸝⸝ ꒷꒦︶︶꒷︶︶꒦꒦︶︶꒷꒦ ᘏ⑅ᕱ︵︵˚દ﹕ᜊ ᨓ˚₊↷ ୨୧﹕‧₊˚⊹﹕✧˚₊ ଘଓ⌒⌒✄┈┈ ˚ ᗢ ‧ ꕤ｡˚⤹┊≡°.• ꒰ キ 𓍯 𓏲𓂅 ♡ ‹3 ꒷꒦ ∿𖤐 𖦹 𖣠 જ ⧉ ⿻⌇𖧧﹢ヾ𓈒⁀➷ ‿➹ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄  𑑛 ৎ ໑ ࿔ 𓈀﹒ꜝ░ ◖ .꒷ 𖤐 ✯ ✪ ✮ ✰⤸₊˚ ִֶָ 𓆩 𓆪 ᠀ ⬫ ⬪ ౨ৎ 𖥔 ✉ ╳ ≛ 𖤩 ˖˚ ୫ 𐂴 𖠿 ‣ ִֶָ ، 𖤘 ، . ‹ ִֶ ャ 彡 ᯅ ☄︎ 𖦆 ˚ 𖥨ぃ 𓈈ﾉꜞ≡ ⌂ ⌕ ↺ ⩇ ▨ ▦ ▩ 𖣯 ❒ ㆆ ꊥꊥ 𖨂᯽◌ ◍ ◷ ◔ ◕ ⪧◟𖣗 ̑̑ �� ꫂ ᧙ ᥐ 𐑺ִ ◡ ◡ ꫂ ২ ζ १ ◠ ◠ ຊ ७ ५ 𓍢 𓍼 𓇟 𓍲 𓍱 ᨒ ᠀ 𑁯 ੭ × ະ ⵓ 𐀔 ❖｡ⵢ𖤠 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 ꩟˚ ୭∿ ꔵ ⚑ ᕬ ⚐ ᶻᶻᶻ ꉂ ҂ ⋮ ❛❜ ꐑꐑ ✸ ૪ ໒ 🜲 𖥨 ⌦ ຯ ໒ ⌔？！៸៸  𑑛 ৎ ໑ ࿔ 𓈀﹒ꜝ░ ◖ .꒷ 𖤐 ✯ ✪ ✮ ✰⤸₊˚ ִֶָ 𓆩 𓆪 ᠀ ⬫ ⬪ ౨ৎ 𖥔 ✉ ╳ ≛ 𖤩 ˖˚ ୫ 𐂴 𖠿 ‣ ִֶָ ، 𖤘 ، . ‹ ִֶ ャ 彡 ᯅ ☄︎ 𖦆 ˚ 𖥨ぃ 𓈈ﾉꜞ≡ ⌂ ⌕ ↺ ⩇ ▨ ▦ ▩ 𖣯 ❒ ㆆ ꊥꊥ 𖨂᯽◌ ◍ ◷ ◔ ◕ ⪧◟𖣗 ̑̑ ꪶ ꫂ ᧙ ᥐ 𐑺ִ ◡ ◡ ꫂ ২ ζ १ ◠ ◠ ຊ ७ ५ 𓍢 𓍼 𓇟 𓍲 𓍱 ᨒ ᠀ 𑁯 ੭ × ະ ⵓ 𐀔 ❖｡ⵢ𖤠 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 ꩟˚ ୭∿ ꔵ ⚑ ᕬ ⚐ ᶻᶻᶻ ꉂ ҂ ⋮ ❛❜ ꐑꐑ ✸ ૪ ໒ 🜲 𖥨 ⌦ ຯ ໒ ⌔？！៸៸  ☆ ～('▽^人)  🍥 ଓ ˖˚⊹ ₊  ╭⌗♡𓂃・꒰꒱  ﹕ᕱ⑅ᕱ﹕﹕ ₊˚੭  ╰╮𖥻໒ ♡੭  ╰╮ꔫ꒦⊹﹕﹕ˎˊ- 𑁥 ੭ 𑊑 𑊁 ረ ૮ ᭡ ᘓ ១ 𑫈 ꝿ ౿ꪆ 𑁯 𑊁 𑊡 𑫏 𑜷 Թ Ծ ౿ 𑁯 𑁭 𑁥 ੭ ꪆ ᥫ ᘏ Ꮼ ᘓ ୬ ෧ ᘡ ୪ ১ 𖥨Ꮼ ᭩ ྀ#⃞͏ᅟ✧ ✱✱✱ ▬ 🐰ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི🌷*ೃ ̸⃨ ‘🌀⃜⃞ ⓘཊ 𓈒ིུ ᭒᭄ ✴︎ 🐲 ͟͟❘❙❚Ꮺ 𝆬⃞ ͙᭰͒̑͡✿ ུ⃨ (˃̣̣̥ヘ˂̣̣̥) 𖥨᩠ׄ݁🀄️ 𝜗℘ 🗒️ ᝰ.ᐟ ⃟͚̊▞ ❙❘❙❘.. ꯳⃘꤫ .ᐟ”🫥 ྀ᭩ ♬ 💮𓈒ིུ𓈒ིུ▞♬◌ ✱ ཻུ۪۪͎ 🥃ཐི ೫ ✱ 𒂭ུ۪۪۪۪᳝۟⓵⃜🎸❙❘♫ུ ⌗ ♬◌🥨#⃞ ❤︎ ུ۪۪۪۪᳝۟ 𝄞 ♪ ♭♫ ✸🥨ཐིཋྀ𑄾ㅤ۫ㅤㅤིྀㅤ▞ 𓈒ིུ▞♬◌ #♪ྀ#⃞͏ 👙🆙 ♪ᅟ✧ °(°¯᷄◠¯᷅°)°｡ ♪𓈒ིུ❀📬 ☎️ #L֍✹ ཆིཆྀ ⃟͚̊✿ ━╋ *️⃣ ཻུ۪۪͎ ཐི ೫ ͒ౢ ⇨ ꩇׁׅ݊⭔ 𖡄̽ᭂ🦈⑱ ᯤ̸ꮱ ᰢ ꮺ 𐑙 ꫤ﹅﹆ Ꮺ ᰝ ჲ ᴥ𖦆 𓍲 𓍱 Ꮘ ફ ળ ਨ ৬ ৫ ২ ণ 𖡋 ଽ ꒰ ꒱ ꒲ 𖢆 ꯊ ꒷ ꒥ ꒦ ⏝ ︶ ᝰ 𖬺ꔚ ꔛ ꕁ ꕀ ꒳ ꒴ 𖢺 ଓ ଲ ପ ମ ଘ᳂ 🝎 𓐍 𐐫 𐐃 ◍ ⱺ ◔ ◷ 𔓏 • 〄⌾ 𖣠 𖦹 ꩜ 🝎 ๑​ ꮻ ☹︎ 𓇸 𖦸 𔓶𒀭 𔓘 𑁍 𖡎 ֍ 🜰 ᦅ⟲⟳❁ ᜊ 𒆳 𒉽 ▸◂ 𝅎𝅏 𝅈𝅉 🝓 ◃▹ ː ⬫ ⬥ ⬦ ⑅Ⰶ ⊞ 𐌎 ⌦ 𐅰 ⎗ ◫ ༕ 🜲 ꯀ 𖣯 ▦𝄝 𝄜 𖣖 ⎗ ⎘ ⌂ ⩩ 𐄹 ⋕ ＃ ꖛ 𖥻𔗨 ᜃ ୫ ะ​ ⎎ १ ∿ 𖤛 𖧧 🝭 𖧉 🜵𔒝 𓆜 𓆝 𔘜 𓅫 𐀔 𔒌 𐙼 𖡅 𖣂 𔒱𐚱 𐚬 𐚯 𐚤 𐂴 𐃨 𐃫 𓄣 𓏊 𖥧 𖤣 𔒅 ♡ ❥ ᯽ ꕤ 🝮 ♥︎ 𑃢 𐀶 ꒧ ꇊ⎙ ⏚ 〧 ▌ ▬ ▭ ꉙ ꗃ ౾ ౽ 𐰢 ⏧𓄹 𓄼 𔓕 𔐬 𔘏 𓏲 𓍢 𓍯 𓂅 𓂃 𓁹 𐇻ᨃ ᨓ ᨑ ᨐ ᨏ ᨎ ╭╯◖ ◗ ꉂ ‡ꃋ ꃼ ୶ 𝄿 # ﹪ 𖠲 יִ 𖥔 🝊 ✾ 𔖲࿔ ⩩ 𖥨 ╰ ╮ ࿓ ᘒ ⊹ ✧ ✦ ⟆ ֊ ꗃ ⌗ ❍ ﹕ཿ ♡ ■ ꫂ ২ ζ १ 𖥧 𓂃 ♥︎ ᨒ ୫ ૪ ໒ 𐂴 ৎ ຊ ∿ ꔵ ⸙ ຯ ໒ ೨ 𖧧 Ꮺ 𖧷 𓏲 𖥨 𖦹 ๑ ໑ ࿔ ७ ५ ୭ ᠀ 𑁯 ੭ ⩩ 𖦹 ৎ 𖨂 𖥦 𓍢 ζִֶָ ꔛ ੭ 𓎆 ◞ 𐚱 ⩄ ⍝ ᠀ · ꗃ 𖦹 𓈒 𖧧 𓂃 𝕝 𓄹 𓄼 ҂ ⬫ ܀ ⃝ ᘏ ︰ ⚠ ꤥ 𓇬 𓃉 𓇸 𓆇 ⸃ ⸰ ⬞ 𐑥 ᠈ ✉ ᨒ ﹆ ⬝ 𑁤 𔘓 𔓘 ᜊ ᪤ ꒷ ⌨ ⬪ ↀ ⬩ ⬧ ⬥ ⊹ 〨 ⩌ ⩍ ⩋ 𓊌 𓇿 𓊔 𓈈 ㆐ Ⳋ ︳ ⴰ 𔒴 ↻ 𝅅 ﹐ ㄔ ഒ ＊ ⛓ 𓎆 ⩩ ⵌ٠ ᭡ ꕤ 𓈀 っ 𓊘 𓄹 ⦂ ᘏ 𔘓 𓈈 𓂃 𖠿 ཿ ࿀ ᎔ ᎓ ᜴ ᜵ ᝪ ៚ ៳ ᠀ ᠉ ᤳ ᨓ ᭝ ᱺ ᳃ ◯ ◦ ◡ ◠ ⋆ ۬۟۬ ⑅ ꠴ ੭ જ ꞈ ⸝ ˴ › ≡ ࿔ ／ ଓ ઇ ઉ ᧙ ᥐ ៸ ૪ ೨ ␥ ■ ♧ ◇ ◈ ﹫ ꧔ ੭ જ ꞈ ⸝ ≡ ࿔ ଓ ઇ ઉ ᧙ ᥐ ៸ ໒ ː ՞ ᵎ ࿂ ﹆ ᰍ ִ𖧧 𖤠 𓄹 ﹅ 𝄪  ̟  ͜͝  ꯭  ̳  ֠  ⃝ ⃘ ⃕ ̸  ̶ ̲ ̅ ˙ ̣ ͘ ׄ ִ ◧◧ ᭰͒̑͡✿ ུ⃨ ❀꫶̯͙ࣺ˖̑͡. =͟͟͞ 𖧷⛾⡷⃨ ‌‌‎̶̲̌͜ ͟͞͞, ༺ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ ♰१˚̣̣̣͙𖦹︎ ᭩ ྀ#⃞͏ᅟ✧ ✱✱✱ ▬ 🐰ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི🌷*ೃ ̸⃨ ‘🌀⃜⃞ ⓘཊ 𓈒ིུ ᭒᭄ ✴︎ 🐲 ͟͟❘❙❚Ꮺ 𝆬⃞ ͙᭰͒̑͡✿ ུ⃨ (˃̣̣̥ヘ˂̣̣̥) 𖥨᩠ׄ݁🀄️ 𝜗℘ 🗒️ ᝰ.ᐟ ⃟͚̊▞ ❙❘❙❘.. ꯳⃘꤫ .ᐟ”🫥 ྀ᭩ ♬ 💮𓈒ིུ𓈒ིུ▞♬◌ ✱ ཻུ۪۪͎ 🥃ཐི ೫ ✱ 𒂭ུ۪۪۪۪᳝۟⓵⃜🎸❙❘♫ུ ⌗ ♬◌🥨#⃞ ❤︎ ུ۪۪۪۪᳝۟ 𝄞 ♪ ♭♫ ✸🥨ཐིཋྀ𑄾ㅤ۫ㅤㅤིྀㅤ▞ 𓈒ིུ▞♬◌ #♪ྀ#⃞͏ 👙🆙 ♪ᅟ✧ °°｡ ♪𓈒ིུ❀📬 ☎️ #L֍✹ ཆིཆྀ ⃟͚̊✿ ━╋ *️⃣ ཻུ۪۪͎ ཐི ೫ ͒ౢ ⇨ ꩇׁׅ݊⭔ 𖡄̽ᭂ🦈⑱ ᯤ̸ཻུ۪۪۪۫🍣୭ৎ ཻུ۪۪͎ ཐི ೫🥮͡꒱ 𓈈 ♬◌ㅋㅋ ﹫⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ↲ ▞♬ ꯳⃘꤫✿⃘໋ׅ 🏈🦷 ᯤ̸ཻུ۪۪۪۫ 🏯 ⃜꯳⃘꤫⃛͡🫙+📲⇧!! 𓊆ྀི ൃུㅤ♫ ❝ ❞ 𝒾t-B☆Y ๋۟ ݃♱ཐི♡⃟͚̊ཋྀ ུ᳝᳜᳝ ✿🆒ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི ░⃕⃝𒌩🎐ᚙ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ #𝟶6 🎋 ⟡˙˖ ıl 🧉🝳 ৯▒ 🧷⃨݃ 🥟🍀░⃜ ͠𝒷𝓁oss❀m ٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑)ᵎᵎᵎᵎ ᅠ✦ ⛩️🚞𓈈🗯️𓊍ㅤׂㅤ͡𖩩̈ ﹠̲ ④everྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི ၇͜ᩘ𑁍 ⓲ ♪ #️⃣ 👙▩ུ⃨ ❤︎. ▞▞ 🥬 ⃛ 🥐𖦞’#⃞20͟0͟5.. ❚❘❘❙ ͟ ₊˚⊹ ⒙ ൄ ⃪꫶͜ᩘ◍ [MONTH]월 [DAY]일❤︎ ▭▬★ 형. ✱🥘ཐི̲̲ཋྀ̲̲🍈 𝒹oꪶꪶ 𝄡ㅤ ☘︎ ̼ ⑰ 𓊍ㅤׂㅤ͡⊹ ✱ ✸ ✿ ꩜ ♡⃝ ᰔ ⏎*️⃣ 🎌❘❘❙ ͒⬚🎏 ❞❙❘❙𒀭 ⬤⬮⬤ ⬮ ..݁▓۪۪۫۫ 𒁍 ໂ‧‧᪲ ໃ 𑜞᭠ *˚⁺‧͙˚◌ ̵̵ུ ░𖣠͢🍎 ᬽ 🌐♰ ▒᳜᳝᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝⃛ ❥. ᭄ ꩜ ͏᪖.᪲.ᩤ᭔ㅤㅤ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ྀི｡ โ··᪲ใ ⬚✿ ໑ৎ ׁ  ׅ♡ 𓏵 𝜗℘ ⃛͡ †⏝ིི᭨ ྀ ♥︎̼̻♥︎̼̻♥︎̼̻ ̩̩͙༑𓈒̩̩͙༑𓈒̩̩͙ ㅤ༩ᭊㅤ♡⃟❜୧ 𑜞᭄ೃㅤㅤ ⃬︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵ ⚘݄⿴݃*₊˚꒰:: ≡,!ヾ︿︿،، ♡ ⏧·₊̣̇. ❵ ﹏﹏﹏❅ೃ ∞. ; ෆ┊¡ ⸼۰ ۪۪۫۫ ❬“= ‹⌇ #⃞ ＠ ﹫ ₍₎ ᥲᥱℎ ; ♡⋆.ೃ࿔* 𓂃 ☯︎ ꒰꒱ ᝰ ılı.lıllılı.ıllı. ೄྀ(^‿^✿) ʚĭɞ 𓆝𓆟𓆜 ོ ʚ ᨳ ପ ꒦꒷ ꩜

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𝐀/𝐧 ; 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 ♥︎, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 & 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐞-𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞.

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“You look so beautiful tonight” Paige expressed her admiration for you, her eyes roaming across your features relentlessly, it became like a second nature to her, no matter where you two were. 

As for tonight, the Washington Spirts Soccer game was one of the many side quests you two had planned together. If there was ANY women’s sporting event occurring within a 30-mile radius, you could bet money you two would be in attendance. 

“Mmm.. so what about all the other nights?” you teased, knowing you’d be amused by her reaction, you just loved to egg her on. 

She clicked her tongue at your antics, “You look beautiful every night baby, but you already knew that” her tone low and soft eyeing your facial expression.  

“Ewww! Can you guys stop being so cringey and watch the game” Drew groaned dramatically, moving over 2 seats away from the two of you. He never failed to make you laugh even though he was being so serious, he was definitely a 2.0 version of Paige. 

“Just relax and eat the popcorn you begged me for”, she side-eyed him playfully

“Now you’re just dragging it, I can’t wait until Azzi gets here” shaking his head shamelessly, fixing his pride hat in the process. 

“She’s not gonna save you Drew” you laughed, reaching over to flip the top of his hat inside out. You loved messing with him every chance you got, over the past few months, he’s become one of your greatest little sick kicks. “Eh she might, y’know she has her favorite children, too bad you’re not one of them” she shrugged. 

“Not too much on Drew!” you snapped, mushing her face into your hands. “Guys! stop you’re on the big screen, look!” 

Both of your eyes jolted upwards, only to meet eyes with the jumbotron zooming in on the two of you. The stadium erupted with loud cheers and applause that shook the seats. 

“They left out Drew” she muttered through her cinematic smile, waving at the screen. 

Without a 2nd thought, you pulled Drew back to his designated seat next to you, he cheesed at the screen with delight 

“Yeah that’s definitely getting posted on Tiktok, guess you’ll have more to add to your collection hm?” a familiar voice rang from behind you. “Azzi! finally, I was getting tourtered out here” Drew said exasperated, pulling her down into a tig hug. 

“Wow so now we’re lying for fun” her nose scrunched up in disbelief, “remember those words” 

“Gosh what did ya’ll do to him this time?, kiss??” she questioned lingering with sarcasm. 

“No! we’d never do that“ 

“THATS A LIE! I still remember that day I caught you guys outside-“ 

“Okay anyways!” you intervene, saving yourself the embarrassment of re-living the moment. “There’s a spokesperson heading our way so act like civil human beings” 

“I already talked during the Mystic game so I’m clocked out for the day” Azzi sighed, climbing over the row of seats to sit next to Drew “Paige this is all you” tilting her head to the woman who stood near the railings waiting for people to clear the path. 

“I don’t even know what to say..” she trailed off, her fingers lightly tapping your forearm trying to gather her thoughts, her social battery had to be low by this point, but she would never turn down an opportunity to speak out at events, a professional yapper in her natural habitat always thrives. 

“Come with me” she asserted standing up to her full frame as you remained planted in your seat. There is no way you were going to endure a microphone being shoved in your face for thousands of people to see, being on the big screen was good enough for you. 

“What am I supposed to say?!” you said barely above a whisper. Your brain began to rattle with scenarios 

“Just stand there and look pretty like you always do” her hands met yours as she gently peeled you from your seat.

“Don’t forget to make eye contact, it gets em everytime” Azzi winked, you chuckled at her antics, she was so effortlessly charming, although she’d never admit it. 

“Make sure you remind her to blink, sometimes she forgets” Drew laughs, popcorn spilling from the bucket he soon forgets he was supposed to be holding. 

Paige swung her arm across his lap, sending the popcorn flying across the stands. “Make sure you clean up your mess, sometimes you forget” she grits. You gasped trying your best not to bring any more attention to the scene unfolding. Pulling her away from the seats you made your way to the spokeswoman. 

What a fun way to spend your Saturday night, and to think it was only the beginning. 

[tightjeansjavi]

The Rite of Movement

Pairing | ♥︎ pornstar!joel x pornstar!female reader

Welcome to Miller-Co, Real people, real sex, professionally produced for your pleasure

chapters |

❦ 1.) honeymoonin’ ❦ 2.) first impressions ❦ 3.) not an illusion ❦ 4.) so move me, baby ❦ 5.) something I’m not, but something I can be ❦ 6.) I’m sad again, don’t tell my girlfriend ❦ 7.) you flower, you feast ❦ 8.) you are the rite of movement ❦ 9.) if you need to, keep time on me

(More to cum)

headcanons |

Get to know Joel

Joel being an Ally to the queer community 🏳️‍🌈

Get to know Tommy

Get to know baby love

Joel & Tommy’s pets

NSFW headcanons

extras |

Miller-Co Website

playlist🎧

Baby Love’s workout tunes 🩷

pics that radiate pornstar!joel energy

baby love faceclaim *just for fun*

artwork

pride month artwork 🏳️‍🌈

Joel & baby love summer evening artwork

socials |

drabbles |

Teacher Tommy

the most important meal of the day

strawberry lipstick state of mind

creamy

your pussy is god

blooper reels with my baby love

I want a Sunday kinda love

sleazy kisses in a back alley

take it off

oh sweet, sweet, dark haired man

rosy

takeout

Daddy’s not bluffing, baby love

a nasty boy + a nasty girl = a mutual good time

oiled up

vampire

tv graphic made by the lovely @cherubispunk

dividers made by the lovely @saradika-graphics

Joel & baby love commission made by @kenobiwanx

[life-on-our-planet]

❣❦♥capybara capivara capiguara chigüire chigüiro fercho carpincho ronsoco♥❦❣ ©

[bunbunlovestowrite]

♥︎𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜♡︎

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏?

𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚙! 𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘, 𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚜, 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎, 𝚏𝚎𝚖! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜.

"Bye!" You call out to the last bus of kids going home, their faces pressed to the glass and you swear one kid licked the window. Gojo stood next to you, arms crossed with his blindfold pulled down around his neck. His white shirt was soaked from when the kids pranked him with God knows how many water balloons.

The other counselors had headed home when the bus left, leaving the two of you alone. The sun had given a golden glow to the world, tinting everything it touched.

Behind the two of you was the lodge. 2 floors with enough bedrooms for the counselors and a few bathrooms meant for two people. Gojo was your roommate for the summer, you can't count on one hand how many times you smothered him with his pillow to wake him up.

He straightened up and stretched his arms above his head, smirking at you. "You leaving now?" He asked, leaning his head back slightly. "No. I'm gonna clean up a bit." You tugged your sweater down slightly before walking up the lodge steps. He followed quickly.

"What? That'll take all night. You'll be here till tomorrow." He leaned over a bit to reach your eyes. "Exactly. That's one night all to myself. Loud music, a big cabin, I can clean in peace." You sigh dreamily at the thought. Gojo huffed and stuck his tongue out. "Cleaning isn't fun." He poked your cheek. "That's cause you never clean, Gojo." You giggle and poke him back.

He huffed again and rolled his eyes. "I clean!" Defending himself was hard when you opened the door to your dorm. Your side was neat and clean, with most trinkets packed up, while his was messy and you swear you heard his sock crunch when you picked it up.

"I heard your children screaming in here. 'daddy...daddy...help us'" you wave the sock at him. He gagged and swiped at the sock. "I can't pay child support right now." He tossed the sock in the bin behind him. "Broke." You say between fake coughs.

"How can men live like this?" you asked when you grabbed a shirt off the bed and saw countless crumbs fall off it. Gojo looked away in shame, scratching his cheek with a finger. "That's Geto's..." he lied. "I know it's not, because Geto is the cleanest person I know," you teased as you tossed the shirt at him.

You chuckled at his cry and grabbed your speaker. Stickers of various animated characters were peeling off it and its rose gold color was also peeling slightly. You needed a replacement, but this one had lasted so long and new ones were so expensive.

"When are you leaving?" You glance back at Gojo before connecting your phone to your speaker. He shrugged and sat on his bed. "Whenever my mom has someone get me." He laid back. You watch as his damp shirt lifted slightly, revealing his happy trail and an unshaved path of white hair leading below his pants. You blush and look away, mentally slapping yourself.

"uhm..y-yeah that sounds good." You jumble your words slightly and grab your speaker. "I'm gonna clean. Bye!" You practically scramble out of the room and slam the door behind you. Gojo raised an eyebrow but smirked, yanking his blindfold back up before going to sleep.

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It was some time later. The sun had gone down, and you had finished cleaning everywhere except the office. After tossing the broom into a closet, you threw yourself onto the couch to finally relax. The large windows in the main room revealed the high moon in the sky, casting its light on the massive lake, making it glitter.

You were snapped out of your trance when you heard a yawn and footsteps. Gojo walked in. His shirt was gone and he blinked one eye at a time. Shirtless Gojo was a sight you got used to, and oddly grateful to, during your summer here.

"You're up." He looked over at you, rubbing his eye. "Did anyone come by?" He dragged himself over and popped on the couch next to you. He grumbled and rested his head in your lap, cheek resting on your bare thighs.

"No. Sorry." You unintentionally whisper as he nuzzles against you. "Well, good thing I didn't get my hopes up." He grumbled while rubbing his thumb on your thigh. Your sweater's sleeves were rolled up and your skirt was slightly hiked up due to his thumb.

Your heart pounded slightly and his breath hit under your skirt, fading against your panties. You calm yourself and rest a hand in his hair, threading your fingers through it. "Well, now I'm stuck with you." You whisper again, making him chuckle.

His thumb rubbed your skin in circles, his eyes opened to look up at you. You were looking out the window so you didn't notice him. He blushed slightly at the angle. Your breasts were right in front of his face, a simple movement away from hitting him. But he was more focused on your face.

The moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a gentle glow on your face as you ran your fingers through his hair. He rubbed his head into your hand, feeling a knot in his stomach at what he was going to say.

The two of you went to the same college, but you never spoke before this summer. He saw you in the halls, a biology major hoping to get into neurosurgery, and you were beautiful to him. But finding a way to speak to you was harder than anything else.

He reached a hand up and his finger brushed your cheek. "You're so beautiful." His voice was barely a whisper. You looked down at him, slightly shocked but he felt the heat on your cheek. "What? Did you hit your head?" You laugh slightly, feeling his forehead.

"No. No, I didn't." He lifted himself and was barely an inch from you. "Don't freak out." His lips hit yours with a gentleness you wouldn't have expected from Gojo. His hand cradled your head to deepen the kiss, his eyes shut. Your own eyes were wide for a second before they fluttered shut. You bring your hand up to cup his cheek.

He grinned against your lips and grabbed your hand, kissing your palm. "I knew you liked me." He glanced over at you from lidded eyes. "You did not." You laugh quietly. Gojo's smile grew slightly and he kissed down your neck, his hands sliding down the edge of your skirt.

"I want you. I want to taste you." Gojo was practically breathless as he kissed the crook of your neck, sucking on the supple skin. "Please. It'll feel so good." His hands tugged your skirt up, your white panties giving your obvious wetness away.

"Fuck Gojo." You gasp softly when his thumb pressed to your clit through the fabric, rubbing weak enough to make you want more. He knelt in front of the couch and held onto your thighs, spreading them more for him.

Gojo leaned in and kissed your inner thighs, nipping slightly at the skin. You didn't know what to do with your hands and you didn't want to pull at the leather so you placed them on his head, sorta grounding yourself by tugging at the white strands.

You shiver slightly when he slid your panties down and sneakily shoves them into his pocket. Thankfully you were too nervous to notice his thievery.

"O-oh God.." you clasp one hand over your mouth when he licked right up your cunt, groaning in ecstasy. You tasted like heaven to him. His cock was rock hard at his point. He ached, yearned, to yank his sweats down and fuck you into that couch, to make sure you couldn't walk straight for month. But he wanted this to be about you.

Gojo didn't waste a second and took your clit into his mouth, sucking on it gently with a few kitten licks here and there. The hand in his hair tugged harder, making him moan against your heat. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and yanked you closer, earning a yelp from you.

He chuckled against you before flicking his tongue against your clit in quick succession. Your hips writhed at this, your eyes widening. "Fuck Gojo! I-im gonna cum!" You yank his hair, pulling his face closer to your cunt. He moaned at this and kept his tongue at that pace.

Your back came off the couch and your toes curled. Heat spread across your lower body and you cum. "Gojo!" Your orgasm ripped through you and sucked any energy you had, your vision blurry with white spots.

Gojo kept his tongue flickering throughout your high and pulled away, slick connecting his lips to you until he licked it away. Your cheeks were hot and your legs trembled.

Gojo stood up, smoothed down your skirt, and then effortlessly picked you up bridal style. You rest against his chest and catch what breath you can.

He set you down on your bed, gently running his hand down your legs and taking off your shoes. He sat next to you and cupped your cheek, smiling slightly. "I would do more but Ms.Luncy took everything from the cabin." He tapped your cheek.

His smile grew when you held onto his wrist. He laid next to you on his side, cradling you close to his chest.

"Goodnight, Gojo."

"Goodnight, sweetheart."