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[77seven7777]

ㄥ flipped 7, based or cringe?

based because all you need to do is flip it

[fyblackwomenart]

"Queturah" by ㄚ ㄥ 乇

[lotusmadness]

Isamu

He rarely talks about his whereabouts yet he obviously doesn't have his origin in Asia. However he goes by the name his japanese "family" has given him, Yoshio Isamu - his government name stays a secret he only tells very few people. When asked about his position at work he just answers "Manager" and refuses to further explain his profession - at least when he doesn't trust or know you. An exception may be when he is about to warn or intimidate the ones he's talking to. If that's the case one can notice a shift in his posture, his tone, his gaze. In his circle he is known as a cold blooded killer and a very capable senior advisor, a so called Saiko Komon. Having already seen a lot since he was born in 1990 his character is shaped and built to protect whatever is left of his soul. If he grants you his trust, you know you earned it, also you only then can see beyond the walls he built and catch a glimpse of a big, warm (bisexual) heart.

Good to know: he is taken, a father to be and owner of a Chowchow named Akamaru. He can be met in South Korea (current location), Japan where he lived since he was 16 up until about 5 years ago, and the United Kingdom. For new contacts.

ooc: Open for any kind of rp, though mainly interested in the action genre || preferred language is german || posts may contain graphic descriptions of violence, blood and criminal actions || Preference are novel style rp's. || may take time until proper answers are written || Kik ID: YakuIsaYo || rp's in dm's, wire or in Kik Chats, if you're interested but don't wanna write on either one, just tell me and I might consider other options || character exists for 10 years +, therefore means a lot to me || Wire ID: YakuIsaYo || used Hashtags as follows:

[xthexkillingxgroundsx]

blccdiedhands asked: “Don’t tell people we’ve slept together. Or at least don’t word it like that…” (endorsi)

"Oh, I'd hardly worry your pretty little head about that, Endorsi..." As an ENFORCER, Caitlyn had very much found herself TORN between duties. First to Jahad, and second to the Princesses OF Jahad. She'd been there, witnessed the death of Anak. The REAL Anak. The experience had... LEFT ITS MARK... And now a number of Princesses were following in Anak's footsteps. From her own daughter, to the ever troublesome Endorsi to JAHAD'S FAVORED HA-YURI JAHAD. And Caitlyn had been caught up in the middle of it. Tasked with finding Anak's bastard daughter AND with hunting down the IRREGULARS that dared threaten peace within the tower. But no one could have expected Endorsi and Yuri to actually PROTECT Anak's daughter, and stow away with both The Black March AND The Green April. "You bring enough shame on the royal family, Endorsi. I do NOT intend to add to it by spreading such misinformation." It was the morning after. Their AHEM 'night' together had been necessitated by a disaster on the 13th floor. Almost fitting, she couldn't help but note. UNLUCKY FOR THEM, SHE SUPPOSED. (Or was this all part of someone else's plan?) And now Endorsi was very much TAKING HER TIME getting dressed, tugging leggings over tender thighs while Caitlyn cleaned out her rifle and made preparatory checks for the day. Or... Well... TRIED TO. Endorsi was proving an effective distraction. And not just because she wouldn't shut up. "We shared a bed. Nothing more. And now you'll be returning with me to the 134th Floor. You have A LOT to answer for." Caitlyn had always appreciated, respected even, Endorsi's seemingly limitless ambition and unerring self-security and sense of infinite adventure. But she had never, COULD NEVER, condone her methods. The CORPSES she'd left behind. No one human should ever have been a mere stepping stone toward another's greatness. And yet, it had been that very mentality that served as the foundation for PEACE on the 134th Floor. What was a girl to do? It had been a lot easier to PLAY HER PART, back before her PART was to EXECUTE the Princesses that dared go their own way. "Now hurry up, first light is already behind us. And we're still stuck here because YOU'RE being a BRAT."

[arecksha]

ᗪ乇 ㄒㄩ 乃ㄖ匚卂 卩ㄩ乇ᗪ乇几 丂卂ㄥ|尺 ㄥ卂丂 ᐯ乇尺ᗪ卂ᗪ乇丂 爪卂丂 |尺|乇几ㄒ乇丂

[men-are-99]

[sanb3ulah]

​🇲​​🇪​ ​🇮​​🇳​ ​🇧​​🇷​​🇦​​🇮​​🇱​​🇱​​🇪​.

    m⃞    e⃞     i⃞    n⃞     B⃞    r⃞    a⃞    i⃞    l⃞    l⃞    e⃞    .⃞

🄼🄴 🄸🄽 🄱🅁🄰🄸🄻🄻🄴.

.ɘ||iɒɿᙠ ᴎi ɘm ǫᴎiqɒЯ

R̵̢͕̯̮̩̿͒̆̊͑͒a̵̪̱̼̹͈̭̣̟͂́̑̐̃͝͠p̵̙̙̙͙̬͇͈̆́ì̵̡̜̼̲̬͍͇̿̈́̔̉̾n̷̛̰̑̈̂͜͝͠g̸̺͇̖̗͑̄̽̃͠ ̸̧̣̜͉̟͕͕̬̜́̔ͅm̶͍̺̣͗̐ȅ̷͔͎̥̰̗̩̾̀̒͘ͅ ̷͕̮͈̖̼́͒͜i̵̥̺̤͆̏̆n̷̢͍̺̗͓͔̟̆̈́͗̽̓̾̇̅͘͘ ̶̡̛̲̭̰̮͍̻͙̈́̑͋̆͝B̷̛̫̭̹̤͉̘̗̐͂r̵̟̳͉̞̝̠̂̅̔́á̵̢̯̼͖̳́̈́̓͆̔̈́̅͜͝͠ḭ̵̢̠̲̻̖̯͕̺͉͊̑͋͌̎͝l̷̦̭͓̺̙̫̆͂͂̈̉̏̇̄͝͝l̶̨̬͍̪͎̅̋̉̕e̶̼̺̪̝̼͖̯͛͌̏̎̓͝.̷̡̯̙͈̻̲̮̤͓͌̊̋̉

🅼🅴 🅸🅽 🅱🆁🅰🅸🅻🅻🅴.

ₘₑ ᵢₙ Bᵣₐᵢₗₗₑ.

ᵐᵉ ⁱⁿ ᴮʳᵃⁱˡˡᵉ.ⓜⓔ ⓘⓝ Ⓑⓡⓐⓘⓛⓛⓔ    .⃝

๓є เภ ๒гคเɭɭє.

ɱҽ ιɳ Bɾαιʅʅҽ.

ʍɛ ɨռ ɮʀǟɨʟʟɛ.

ᎷᏋ ᎥᏁ ᏰᏒᏗᎥᏝᏝᏋ.

ɱɛ ıŋ ცཞąıƖƖɛ.

๓ē iຖ ๖rคillē.

𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐫����𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞.

𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗕𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲.

𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘉𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦.

𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚.

𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎.

MΣ IП BЯΛIᄂᄂΣ.

мє ιη вяαιℓℓє.

mê ïñ ßråïllê.

₥Ɇ ł₦ ฿Ɽ₳łⱠⱠɆ.

尺卂卩丨几Ꮆ 爪乇 丨几 乃尺卂丨ㄥㄥ乇.

尺ﾑｱﾉ刀ム ﾶ乇 ﾉ刀 乃尺ﾑﾉﾚﾚ乇. 【m】【e】 【i】【n】 【B】【r】【a】【i】【l】【l】【e】【.】

『m』『e』 『i』『n』 『B』『r』『a』『i』『l』『l』『e』『.』

≋ ≋m≋e≋ ≋i≋n≋ ≋B≋r≋a≋i≋l≋l≋e≋.≋

░ ░m░e░ ░i░n░ ░B░r░a░i░l░l░e░.░

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ me in Braille. ♥

　ｍｅ　ｉｎ　Ｂｒａｉｌｌｅ．　ヤヴわヵ

░ｍｅ░ｉｎ░Ｂｒａｉｌｌｅ．　（ヤヴわヵ）

【　ｍｅ　ｉｎ　Ｂｒａｉｌｌｅ．】

˜”°•.˜”°• me in Braille. •°”˜.•°”˜

[̲̅m][̲̅e] [̲̅i][̲̅n] [̲̅B][̲̅r][̲̅a][̲̅i][̲̅l][̲̅l][̲̅e][̲̅.]

R҉a҉p҉i҉n҉g҉ ҉m҉e҉ ҉i҉n҉ ҉B҉r҉a҉i҉l҉l҉e҉.҉

[holorform2009]

Please I can you give us sum more evade the nextbots au? Evade and forsaken are my current obsession and seeing an au of them is like a dream come true :')

尺乇丂ㄒㄖ匚Ҝ 卂几ᗪ 卄乇ㄥ卩

Oh I will! EEHEHHAHAHAHAH— ahem anyways! I hope you enjoy! TW: Swear words, blood mention. You have been warned.

Water? Check.

Canned food? Check.

Snacks? Check.

Med kit? Check.

You quickly shove all the items in your bag and zip it close, your heart started to beat faster your ears started ringing, those bots are near, you have to leave immediately. With a quick feet you quick the door open and begin to run with the next bot on your heels as you cursed under your breath.

"These bots don't know when to quit ey?" You muttered as you run in circles around the large pillar, playing with it for a while before juking it and immediately left it behind not bothering to look back to see if it still follows you or not. As you were about to head to another building to loot some items and food supplies you suddenly heard a yell not too far from where you are. "Guess it found someone else to play with..." A single sweat slid down from your temple.

"Ugh.." you adjusted the cap before wearing a headset and fish out your phone from your bag and picked "subway surf chase" music, then you put your phone back on your bag before sprinting towards that voice. "Man, what a night I get to have." You sarcastically said to yourself.

Meanwhile, Elliot run as fast as he could as his breath is starting to lose some air. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" He cursed as he quickly turned left and then to right, he looked back seeing an image of purple monster with teeth and eyes that has its sight on him. He should've looked behind because there was another bot with its whole body pure black while it's eyes were wide as saucers behind Elliot, he didn't even have the time to look at the other bot when it suddenly lunged at him.

"ARCK—!!" He feel his body light as his eyes were slowly getting heavy, blood oozing from his large wound where that thing impaled him as the red liquid started to pool around his body. "Where's... Every.. o– one..." Before he can close his eyes he hears a loud shout that sounded like a child's voice.

"HEY BITCHES! HOW ABOUT YOU FIND SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE!"

With little strength left he look up and saw a child with a backpack as they seemed like they're holding a gun, he closed his eyes but then he opened them again realization set in. Wait a damn minute... A gun?

You point at the next bots and quickly shoots them without hesitation as you immediately went over to the man in red uniform, the bullet will stun them for a few seconds giving you some time to pick him up and run away from those bots. "Alright buddy hang in there, don't die on me now I don't want to burry another one." You hear him groan in pain as you gently adjusted your hold on him so that you'd avoid touching his open wound, his blood paint your hoodie red as you then quickly turn to left before going right remembering the path like the back of your palm.

Once you finally reached to your base, you stopped in your tracks as you listen closely if there is any bots near your base. No random voices and no sudden ringing noises in your ear. Good. You silently turn the door knob and quietly head inside before gently locking the door behind you as you hear the click of a locked door.

You made your way to the living room where you see the soldier man laying there on the other side couch sleeping– and placed the injured man on the couch, you then drop your bag from your shoulders as you zip the bag open you pull out the med kit you found from the abandoned store. Opening the med kit you then start tending to his injuries, wrapping him up as a final touch. You sighed in exhaustion as you stood up from your position and went over to counter to get a bottle of pills that contains pain killers.

"If one of you wakes up, take this pills. Especially you oldie." You eyed the blue haired man who is still sleeping on the couch as you placed it on the table. "Not sure if you heard me but oh well." You shrugged and left the living room as you march your way to your room.

You took off the cap from your head and placed it on your night stand before plopping on the bed with a loud and tired sigh not even bothering to change your clothes into something comfortable not even minding the blood on your shirt. "Gotta have to check tomorrow if I have any ammos left..." You yawned as your eyes fluttered slowly untill it closed. "But first I nedda good night rest" you smiled to yourself, every muscles and bones in you finally relaxed after a long run.

[heslunie]

❝ 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⁀➷ ‿➹ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄  𑑛 ໑ ࿔ 𓈀﹒ꜝ░ ◖ .꒷ 𖤐 ✯ ✪ ✮ ✰⤸₊˚ ִֶָ 𓆩 𓆪 ᠀ ⬫ ⬪ 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 ζ ◠ ◠ ຊ 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  𑑛 ໑ ࿔ 𓈀﹒ꜝ░ ◖ .꒷ 𖤐 ✯ ✪ ✮ ✰⤸₊˚ ִֶָ 𓆩 𓆪 ᠀ ⬫ ⬪ 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 ζ ◠ ◠ ຊ 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 𖥨Ꮼ ꮱ ᰢ ꮺ 𐑙 ꫤ﹅﹆ Ꮺ ᰝ ჲ ᴥ𖦆 𓍲 𓍱 Ꮘ ફ ળ ਨ 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 ⎎ ∿ 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 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 ζ 𖥧 𓂃 ♥︎ ᨒ ୫ ૪ ໒ 𐂴 ຊ ∿ ꔵ ⸙ ຯ ໒ ೨ 𖧧 Ꮺ 𖧷 𓏲 𖥨 𖦹 ๑ ໑ ࿔ ୭ ᠀ 𑁯 ੭ ⩩ 𖦹 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 ﹅ 𝄪  ̟  ͜͝  ꯭  ̳  ֠  ⃝ ⃘ ⃕ ̸  ̶ ̲ ̅ ˙ ̣ ͘ ׄ ִ

૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ´っω=`) ₍ᐢ× ༝ ×ᐢ₎

₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ₎ ₍^⸝⸝> ·̫ <⸝⸝ ^₎ (´,,>ω<,,`)♡

₍ᐢ> ̫<ᐢ₎ (´･ω･`): ( ;´꒳`;) ₍ᐡඉ ̫ඉᐡ₎

ᐡ⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ᐡ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ₎ ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝ ٩̋(ˊ•͈ ꇴ •͈ˋ)و

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(⸝⸝º ^ º⸝⸝ ) ( ˊᵕˋ ; ) ( ᴗ ̫ ᴗ ) (๑♡⌓♡๑)

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໒(＾ᴥ＾) ◟꒰◍ ´꒳` ◍꒱◞ ˘ ᵜ ˘ ( •ω•ฅ)

ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ (๑´ㅂ`๑) (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) ต( ິᵒ̴̶̷̤ ﻌ ᵒ̴̶̷̤ )ິ

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૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

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⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ (๑•ᴗ•๑)♡ ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)

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⌗   ☘︎   𐑺  ࿁   ܸ    ݄   ɞ    𐄂   𐂴   𐋉   𐋃  𐙝   ⩀   ݀  ̫     ̲     ﹕ ﹐ ﹔ ﹆  ⠁  ⠘ ⟲  ⟳  ⟡   ⟄   ⟃   ➜   ⛓   ⛂   ⛀   ⚹   ⚲   ⚬   ⚟  ⚞   ⚯   ⚐   𝝙   𝝣  𐄹  ୨  ‘  ǂ  ᘎ  ᜊ  ᘐ  ⌗   𓎆   ୧   ᭣   ̨  𔓕  ️ ️⌕   ˒   ⠂  ˓   —   ៹        ⊹    ᮫࣭﹆ֹ    𖥻   ଓ   ᨳ   ⩩   ː   ◡   ‹   𓂅   ੭   ࿔ ⠀،  𓏸 𓍢  ◌   ✿   ۰   ໒   ߸   ୧    𐑥    ⌇        𖥦   ★   ᕱ    ଘ    ୧  ﹢   ᖗ    ❀   ↝   ੭   ୭   ⌯   ꐑ   ٬٬   ๑   ⑅   𖠗   ೨   𖧷   𖣯   ｡   ꞝ       ⩇    ᰍ      ≀   ໑   ﾞ ઉ   ᨦ   ദ   ꒷꒦   ꣹  𖧵   𖧁    𖣠    ▦    ꑘ   𖥔    ᠉   ִֶָ⁠       ‹3    ៸៸    ≡    ઇ   𖧧  キ  "   𓄹    ⊹    ⿻         ᘏ⑅ᘏ    ٫     ⌕    ˇ    ✧    ଡ    ﹠    ｡    ،    ？    𖤐    ⌗    %    ！    ᕱ ⑅ ᕱ     𓏲    ！   𔘓     ഒ     ⧉    ✰    ⋆    ٠  ─    ୭    𖧧    ⊹    ‹3    ꒷꒦     𖦹    ᭢    𓂅       ∿    ♡        ‹𝟹    ໑   ❤︎        ‹    ·    ≀    ꕤ    #    ๑    ꞈ  ⠀𓈒    ♡̶    𓂃 𝆯    𓍯    𓏲    𔓘    ᭡    𓂅    ꊥꊥ    ᯽    ◷    ﹆    ·    જ    ◐    ﹅    ᵕ̈     ♡̷̷         ☺︎    ☹︎    ⸒    ⎙    › ╴   ✷    ˒    ꜥꜤ    ҂     ੭    ☆   ★   ›           ﹢   ⬭𝆬   ⭒۟    ׁ𔗫   ⥽    ⩩   ﹟   @   ﹫    ݃    ⿻۬   ଓ  ﹆  ﹅    ᭣    ✦    ⋆    ᤴ    ꪆ     ᥀    ៹    ⊹    ✰    ⌕   ꒰     ꒱      ꜀      ꜆     ٤    ꒲    ꜣ    Ꜣ   〻    ★    ♥︎    ‹3 ‎     ∞   ⭒    ଓ    ،    ⊹    ⌗    ⭑   ପ    ✦    𓄹    𓏲    ഒ    ໒    ⊹    ɞ    ᨳ   ៹   ଘ    ᕱ   ⑅    :    𓂅‎    𖧧     ‹3    ꒦꒷    ୭    ⋆ ୨    ୧    ՙ    ᕬ    ﹅     ✩    ⸝⸝    ⍈    ۰       ⍉    ★ ☆    ✫    ☻    𓏲     𓂃    ✦    ˒    ៸៸     ᭝    ⌕    ⿻    ❍    ⊹        𓄹    ✧    𓂅    ﹆   ♡    ♥︎     ☾      →     ˒     ⌕   ⠀≀    ✦     ﹢     ♡     ๋     ‹     ›     𖦹    ⌗    𔘓     ഒ          ❤︎          ꊥ    ☺︎    ☹︎   ⸒    ⎙     𖥻      ꜥꜤ     ҂     ੭⠀   ୭   ◞    𓍯     ᭡ ࣪     𓂃     𓈒     𓏸     っ    ٫٫     ꜥ     𐑺    ›    ‹    ִֶָ 𖥻 ٫ ໋  ᘏ   𓈒   𖥻    ،    ‹𝟹     𔘓    %    𓍢   𓋜   𓂅   ՚   ⿻ ⠀૪    જ   ﹆   ミ    𖧗    ⠀  ᠀ ⠀↺  ⠀៸⠀   ߸ ⠀  ⸼     ⸒     : :     𓋲  ㅤ谷  𖤘   : ⠀ ζ⠀  .    ⾿    ເ    🪐  ⠀猫⠀   民     ᦔ ⠀  𑁯⠀ョ  ⠀⩩     :  ⠀𑁯  ⠀⬪    ◠  ⠀҂⠀  𐑡    ◟  ⠀▦     ⌗ ⠀  !⠀  𓍼    ˒        ꀬ    ·    ☼    ᮂ   𓏲    𖧶    𓈒    .       ՙ  Ꜥ    ·   ﹅   ☕︎     𓂁     #   𖦹    リ    ‎國  ִֶָ       ㅡ     𖣰    ‘ .   ᦔ  ⠀⸒     ∞     𓍢     ⌯    ꒷ ㅤ’ ㅤ₊ㅤ ⏍          ꧇      ᤳ     𓋲       ᭡     ∩     𖤥     l    ◞ ⠀𖦹⠀    ☄⠀   𐃸   ˒    𓈒   —      ،    ⟆   ⠀ꪆ   ⺀    ▯   𝗹   ▭   ഒ    ￤    ،     ⌕    '    ⌁     ⌗    𓈈    𓏸     𓈒    ❤︎    𓂅    𓄹    ๑       𖦹    %     ҂     ｡⠀⠀ ๑     ࿔      ⩩    𖥨    ╰    ╮    ࿓      ᘒ     ⊹     ✧    ✦     ⟆     ֊    ꗃ  ⌗     ❍     ﹕ཿ     ♡    ■     ꫂ           ζ           𖥧 𓂃   ♥︎   ᨒ   ୫     ૪     ໒    𐂴         ຊ     ∿    ꔵ   ⸙    ຯ    ໒    ೨    𖧧     Ꮺ    𖧷   𓏲     𖥨    𖦹    ๑    ໑ ࿔               ୭     ᠀     𑁯    ੭     ⩩    𖦹       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        ⩩       ⵌ      ᳦      㚼     ┈       ⵌ        ⌯     ⨳        ⚬        𔔀         ⬦       𓈀        𓋰       𓏔    𓈃       ﹘         ﹏      ᳅       ⼓      𖧋       𔗘       𔔤    𖧷        ⧎       ⧘        𑃰       𖧡          𔗂        𔔢         𓊕       𓈓       𓇾       ᝆ       𔓕       𓍼       𓂄      𐄹    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

❝ 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⁀➷ ‿➹ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄  𑑛 ໑ ࿔ 𓈀﹒ꜝ░ ◖ .꒷ 𖤐 ✯ ✪ ✮ ✰⤸₊˚ ִֶָ 𓆩 𓆪 ᠀ ⬫ ⬪ 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 ζ ◠ ◠ ຊ 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  𑑛 ໑ ࿔ 𓈀﹒ꜝ░ ◖ .꒷ 𖤐 ✯ ✪ ✮ ✰⤸₊˚ ִֶָ 𓆩 𓆪 ᠀ ⬫ ⬪ 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 ζ ◠ ◠ ຊ 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 𖥨Ꮼ ꮱ ᰢ ꮺ 𐑙 ꫤ﹅﹆ Ꮺ ᰝ ჲ ᴥ𖦆 𓍲 𓍱 Ꮘ ફ ળ ਨ 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 ⎎ ∿ 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 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 ζ 𖥧 𓂃 ♥︎ ᨒ ୫ ૪ ໒ 𐂴 ຊ ∿ ꔵ ⸙ ຯ ໒ ೨ 𖧧 Ꮺ 𖧷 𓏲 𖥨 𖦹 ๑ ໑ ࿔ ୭ ᠀ 𑁯 ੭ ⩩ 𖦹 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 ﹅ 𝄪  ̟  ͜͝  ꯭  ̳  ֠  ⃝ ⃘ ⃕ ̸  ̶ ̲ ̅ ˙ ̣ ͘ ׄ ִ ◧◧◧⬕▦▬◤◣▃▄▅▆▇▏▎▎▅▍∞∴∵∭∬☽☾✜♥︎♠︎⚾︎⋆·˚ ༘ * 🔭 ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾ (୨୧ᵕ̤ᴗᵕ̤) ✩°｡⋆⸜(˙꒳ ˙ )･:*˚:✧｡ . .ıllı. ✩ ✼　｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡ㅤ→ ༄ ‧₊˚ 「 」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ˀˀ ♡⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ⌦ ✗ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ↳ ❝❞ ➤ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧ ୧⋅ ..⃗. ┊ೃ ╰► ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ ↷ ೃ ╲ ╱ 彡 ✥ ❥ Ꮠ ➜ ᎒ ☈ ❁ ⊰ 「❀」 . .⃗ . ༉‧₊˚✧ . ˚ ⚘ ˏ`୭̥*ೃ *ૢ✧ ཻུ۪۪ ೫` ⃟ ཹ։❀ ፧ ੈ✩‧₊ ૪'ރ፧ ࿐ °↳ ׂׂૢ༘ ۵`⚘݄⿴݃*₊˚꒰:: ≡ ෆ┊. ,! ۰ ۪۪۫۫ ❬ヾ︿︿،، ♡ ⏧·₊̣̇. ❵ ﹏﹏﹏❅ೃ ∞. ; ‹⌇ ✩✼　｡ﾟ･　　ﾟ･ ミ ೃ ‧₊˚ ˗ˋˏ ˎˊ˗ ⊱⋅ ⋅⊰ ❴ ❵ ೋ ❥• ➥ ೃ❅,. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ↻↺۬◦۪۪̥ ✿ - ̗̀ ❳ ︸ 〞 ꜜ ͎ ╰ ╯╱╳╲ ⸗ =͟͟͞͞: 〣 ꞋꞌꞋꞌ ҂ ˘˘˘ ⸝⸝ ￤ ﹆ ꜛ ꜜ ⸃⸃ ⸗ ▾ ˖ ︴ ↻ ⇁ ﹏ ゛ ⇢ ﾞ ⁾⁾ ଽ ୭̥ ➶ ↻ ✘ ┈ ₊̇°˟̫ː ៸៸ ｡ ٬٬ ␣ ❪ ￣ ҩ ✕ ͝ ۫ ۪۪۪۫ ” ᵎ 〇 ,, ㅤ ❫ ٠ِ٘ٓ ℮ ▪ ❬ ❭ ❨ ❩ ⸂ ᵎ , ⃕ ➘ α ❴ ⟨ ⟩ ︵─┊-˚̩̥̩̥)❫ෆ∞ೃ❅≡〈〔＜ㄑ(ㄥ=三=＝《 ￣￣￣（丶／＼.˙˙．〝！？冫人｜!i＾iゝ〔〔〕〉 ⵢ◞⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ཻུ۪۪۪۫ ⎧ ..⃗. ꒱ Ꮠ ⊰ .⃗ ༉‧ ⃟ ˚◦ ˬ̽. ̽ ⋆≿⁞ꜜ₊̣﹏﹃﹄「」₊｡ﾟ➶︾ 〃 ･﹢ ̼ ⌁⌔⌕ ⌮┊★ $ ◟̽◞̽ ꒷꒦✞▃▃▅▆ ✿゛✎ ✄✩ ✼　｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡ㅤ→ ༄ ‧₊˚ 「 」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ˀˀ ♡⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ⌦ ✗ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ↳ ❝ ❞ ➤ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧ ୧ ⋅┊ೃ╰► ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖ ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ ↷ ೃ ╲ ╱ 彡 ✥ ❥ Ꮠ ➜ ᎒ ☈ ❁ ⸙͎۪۫ ⊰ 「❀」 . .⃗ . ༉‧₊˚✧ . ˚ ⚘ ˏ`୭̥*ೃ *ૢ✧ ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ೫` ⃟ ཹ։❀ ፧ ੈ✩‧₊ ૪'ރ፧ ࿐ ° ↳ ׂׂૢ༘ ۵`⌧. →× ︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵ ⚘݄⿴݃*₊˚꒰:: ≡,!ヾ︿︿،، ♡ ⏧·₊̣̇. ❵ ﹏﹏﹏❅ೃ ∞. ; ෆ┊¡ ⸼۰ ۪۪۫۫ ❬“= ‹⌇ #⃞ ＠ ﹫ ₍₎ ᥲᥱℎ ; ♡⋆.ೃ࿔* 𓂃 ☯︎ ꒰꒱ ᝰ ılı.lıllılı.ıllı. ೄྀ(^‿^✿) ʚĭɞ 𓆝𓆟𓆜 ོ ʚ ᨳ ପ ꒦꒷ ꩜ 𖦹 ᜊ ★ ☆ 𖤐 ☻(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:☆:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏  ּ   ⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉  ੭ ઽ ૮ ૭ ૦ ଓ ଘ ଙ ଽ ୦ ୨ ୧ ୪ ୬ ୭ ೨ ഽ ໒ ໑ ༺ ༻ ༾ ༿ ᗀ ᗁ ᗂ ᗃ ᗢ ᗣ ᘍ ᘊ ᘝ ᘞ ᚙ ᜊ ᜑ ៙ ᪤ ᱪ ᱖ ᱕ ᳁ ᳂ ᳃ ⊙ ⊚ ⊰ ⊱ ⊲ ⊳ ⋕ ⋮ ⌂ ⌔ ⌕ ⌗ ⌘ ⌙ ⌦ ⌧ ⌫ 〈 〉 ⌾ ⍝ ⎈ ⎓ ⎙ ⎚ ⏙ ⑅ ┆ ┇ ┊ ┋ ★ ☆ ☓ ♡ ♥︎ ⚯︎ ⚢︎ ⚛︎ ⚝︎ ⚹︎ ⛧︎ ⛮︎ ⛻︎ ⚠︎ ⚘︎ ⚣︎ ✦ ✧ ❍ ❑ ⟃ ⟄ ⟅ ⟆ ⟡ ⟲ ⟳ ⦾ ⧉ ⧾ ⩀ ⩇ ⩉ ⩊ ⩋ ⭑ ⭒ ⭗ ⭘ ⭙ ⭚ ⭛ Ⱶ ⲷ Ⳋ ⵂ ⵌ ⸦ ⸧ ⸮ 〄 々 〆 〩 ぁ あ の を 龱 ꀯ ꃳ ꆪ ꈊ ꈔ ꌦ ꎺ ꏳ ꏿ ꐑ ꐚ ꐧ ꐪ ꑘ ꒰ ꒱ ꔪ ꔛ ꔡ ꔵ ꕃ ꕀ ꔷ ꔮ ꕊ ꕕ ꕤ ꕪ ꖏ ꖘ ꖴ ꗃ ꗏ ꘎ ꘫ ꜔ ꞝ ꠶ ꠷ ꢏ ꢾ ꣑ ꥟ ꩜ ꩐ ꫢ ꫪ ꯱       ﹅ ﹆ ﹟ ﹠ ﹗ ﹖ ﹢ ﹫ ﹪ ＃ ！ ＋ ￮ � 𐀏 𐁇 𐂂 𐂐 𐄹 𐇵 𐌎 𐌆 𐐂 𐐒 𐐗 𐐘 𐐜 𐐪 𐐺 𐐿 𐑀 𐝡 𐨀 𐪔 𐪆 𐪇 𑁘 𑁙 𑁚 𑁤 𑁥 𑁦 𑁨 𑁩 𑁬 𑁭 𑁯 𑂗 𑄻 𑊂 𑐛 𑑙 𑑛 𑑑 𓂁 𓂂 𓂃 𓂅 𓄹 𓄼 𓆇 𓆩 𓆪 𓆠 𓇷 𓇸 𓈀 𓈅 𓊌 𓊔 𓋭 𓋰 𓋱 𓏲 𓏳 𔒅 𔔀 𔔤 𔔦 𔖢 𔗨 𔘓 𔘜 𓈈 𖠘 𖠇 𖠛 𖠗 𖠣 𖠚 𖣠 𖣯 𖦹 𖧖 𖧗 𝄄 𝄜 𝇋 𝇌 🜲 🜸 🜽 🝕 🝙 🝯 🝩 🝱 ❀ ✿ ✩ ✫ ✧ ✦  ㅤ ㅤㅤ ──────

ε(๑> ₃ <)з( ˃̶̤́ ꒳ ˂̶̤̀ )(๑•ૅω•´๑)₍ᐢ⸝⸝◞ ˬ ◟⸝⸝ᐢ₎ (๑^o^๑)ᕙ(ಠ ਊ ಠ)ᕗ꒰｡•◡•｡꒱₍ᐢ⸝⸝•༝•⸝⸝⑅ᐢ₎- ̗̀(๑ᵔ⌔ᵔ๑)(σ⸝ᵒ̴̶̷̥́꒳ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀⸝)σ₍ᐢ⸝⸝•༝•⸝⸝⑅ᐢ₎₍ᐢ •͈ ༝ •͈ ᐢ₎♡(๑ゝω╹๑)ପ( ໊๑˃̶͈⌔˂̶͈)*ೃ♡⸜(* ꒳ * )⸝(๑• . •๑)૮₍ ⸝⸝ᴗ͈ ‸ ᴗ͈⸝⸝ ₎ა૮₍  ˃̵ ֊ ˂̵  ₎ა꒰๑•⌓︎•๑꒱ᵎᵎ(⸝⸝⸝ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ⌑ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀⸝⸝⸝)୧((〃•̀ꇴ•〃))૭⁺✧=͟͟͞͞꒰๑୨•̀‧̫•๑꒱୨꒰(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)✧ ⁺⸜( •̥௰•̥ )⸝⁺✧꒰◍'`◍꒱✧˖°(⃔ *`꒳´ * )⃕↝｡(ﾟうｪ´｡)ﾟ。( ර͖⌓ර͖ )(｡ﾉε｀｡)ﾝﾌﾟﾌﾟ(๑╹◡╹)ﾉ"(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)( ・᷄ ᵌ・᷅ )ヾ૮›๑‹ ྀིა ૮˃‌֊ ˂‌ ა(๑•̿ ·̫ •̿๑)(ˊᵒ̴̶̷̤ꇴᵒ̴̶̷̤ˋ)๑ó﹏ò๑

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૮꒰ྀི ៸៸៸៸ ก꒱ྀི ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ૮ ྀི ◞ ◟ ა ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ໒꒰ྀི ๑ ´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

૮꒰/ฅ//ฅ//꒱ა ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ૮꒰˶ฅ́˘ฅ̀˶꒱ა ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ૮꒰◌ .๑. ꒱ა

っω=`) ₍ᐢ× ༝ ×ᐢ₎ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ ₎ ₍^⸝⸝> ·̫ <⸝⸝ ^₎ (´,,>ω<,,`) ♡ ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ ₍ᐢ> ̫<ᐢ₎ (´･ω･`) :( ;´꒳`;) ₍ᐡඉ ̫ඉᐡ₎ ᐡ ⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ᐡ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ₎⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝ ٩̋(ˊ•͈ ꇴ •͈ˋ)و (ヾﾉ･ω･`)(๑´`๑)♡ ˃̣̣̥᷄ ᴖ ˂̣̣̥᷅ ‎ᐡ ᐧ ﻌ ᐧ ᐡ (⸝⸝º ^ º⸝⸝ )( ˊᵕˋ ; ) ( ᴗ ̫ ᴗ ) (๑♡⌓♡๑) ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝₍ᐢ˶• ˔ กᐢ₎ ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎ ᑦ(੭・㉨・)ᐣᘏ▸◂ᘏ ( ´͈ ᗨ `͈ ) ๑´ ³`)ﾉ ଘ( ິ•ᆺ• )ິଓ ꒰˘꒳˘๑꒱໒(＾ᴥ＾) ◟꒰◍ ´꒳` ◍꒱◞ ˘ ᵜ ˘ ( •ω•ฅ)ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ (๑´ㅂ`๑) (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) ต( ິᵒ̴̶̷̤ ﻌ ᵒ̴̶̷̤ )ິฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ (´๑•_•๑) Ꮚ˘ ꈊ ˘ Ꮚ ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞ ̑̑(ㅅ´ ˘ `) (˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ ) (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა ₍ᐢ｡•ɷ•｡ᐢ₎⊹ ꒰｡ᐢ •ɷ• ᐢ｡꒱ °· ꒰( :̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)໒꒱ ·°૮꒰˵• ᵜ •˵꒱ა ｡ ˚. ૮Ꮚ ´͈ ⁄⁄`͈꒱ა (๑･ิ◡･ิ๑) ( ´. .̫ .`) ₍ᐢ •̥ ̫ •̥ ᐢ₎ (๑￫ܫ￩) - ̗̀(ꀬ⏖ꀬ∴)(୨୧•͈ᴗ•͈)( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)(っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )⁄(⁄ ⁄>⁄ω⁄<⁄ ⁄)⁄｡♡･῾ ᵎ ﾟ(ﾟ´ ^｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡(◠ﾵ ◠υ) ૮₍•`ﻌ ˊ•₎ა ∑(O_O；) (╥﹏╥) ૮꒰ ˃̵͈᷄ ﻌ ˂̵͈᷅ ꒱ა˚ ° ꔛ ٩(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و ٩( 'ω' )و (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ ( ¯•ω•¯ )Ꮚ˘ ꈊ ˘ Ꮚ ૮₍ 𖦹 ˕ ×` ₎ა 𖦹 ´ ᯅ ` 𖦹 ૮₍˶• . • ⑅₎ა ૮ • ﻌ - ა ૮ฅ• ᴥ •ฅა ૮₍ • • ₎ა ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა ૮₍´˶• ᴥ •˶`₎ა ૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა ᐢ..ᐢ ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎ ₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎ ૮ • ﻌ - ა ૮・ﻌ・ა ૮ • ᴥ • ა ૮ ’• ˕ •` ა (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) ૮₍ 𖦹 ˕ ×` ₎ა Ꮚ˘ ꈊ ˘ Ꮚ ૮₍˶• . • ⑅₎ა ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა ૮₍´˶• ᴥ •˶`₎ა 𖦹 ´ ᯅ ` 𖦹 (# >o<) ( :̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) ᜊ( ' ⩊ '𖦹)( っc ) (˵ ⸍ ᯅ ⸌ ˵) ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა ㅤㅤㅤ(๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑)ㅤㅤㅤ૮ ˊ͈ . ˋ͈ ა ૮₍ ´𖦹 ˕ ×` ₎აㅤㅤ૮₍ ˶• ˔ ต ₎აㅤㅤ૮₍ ๑ • ᵜ ก ๑ ₎ა࣪ ㅤ(˵ˊᯅˋ˵) ㅤㅤㅤ ૮˃̵֊ ˂̵ აㅤㅤㅤㅤ•᷄ࡇ•᷅ ㅤ૮₍｡´• ˕ •`｡₎აㅤㅤ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎აㅤㅤㅤฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ ㅤ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎აㅤㅤ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა ㅤㅤ૮₍´• ˕ •`₎ა ㅤ૮₍´˶ᵔｪᵔ˶`₎აㅤㅤ૮₍⇀‸↼‶₎აㅤㅤ(⑉･̆⌓･̆⑉)ㅤ૮₍ ˃̵ࡇ˂̵ ₎აㅤㅤㅤ₍ᐢ˵• ࿁ กᐢ₎꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱ㅤ₍ᐢ⸝⸝› ‹⸝⸝ᐢ₎ ㅤ ㅤ૮₍｡ •᎔• ｡₎ა ㅤ ㅤ ꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ㅤㅤᐢ. ֑ .ᐢㅤㅤㅤㅤ૮ / / / ⍝აㅤㅤㅤㅤ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎⊹ ۪( ´ - ` ）ヾ(>᎑<๑)ʕ๑•́ᴥ•̀๑ʔ є(•⌔•)э ʕ； •`ᴥ•´ʔ ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა ૮₍ ˃̵ࡇ˂̵ ₎ა ૮˃̵֊ ˂̵ ა

っω=`) ₍ᐢ× ༝ ×ᐢ₎ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ ₎ ₍^⸝⸝> ·̫ <⸝⸝ ^₎ (´,,>ω<,,`) ♡ ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ ₍ᐢ> ̫<ᐢ₎ (´･ω･`) :( ;´꒳`;) ₍ᐡඉ ̫ඉᐡ₎ ᐡ ⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ᐡ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ₎⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝ ٩̋(ˊ•͈ ꇴ •͈ˋ)و (ヾﾉ･ω･`)(๑´`๑)♡ ˃̣̣̥᷄ ᴖ ˂̣̣̥᷅ ‎ᐡ ᐧ ﻌ ᐧ ᐡ (⸝⸝º ^ º⸝⸝ )( ˊᵕˋ ; ) ( ᴗ ̫ ᴗ ) (๑♡⌓♡๑) ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝₍ᐢ˶• ˔ กᐢ₎ ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎ ᑦ(੭・㉨・)ᐣᘏ▸◂ᘏ ( ´͈ ᗨ `͈ ) ๑´ ³`)ﾉ ଘ( ິ•ᆺ• )ິଓ ꒰˘꒳˘๑꒱໒(＾ᴥ＾) ◟꒰◍ ´꒳` ◍꒱◞ ˘ ᵜ ˘ ( •ω•ฅ)ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ (๑´ㅂ`๑) (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) ต( ິᵒ̴̶̷̤ ﻌ ᵒ̴̶̷̤ )ິฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ (´๑•_•๑) Ꮚ˘ ꈊ ˘ Ꮚ ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞ ̑̑(ㅅ´ ˘ `) (˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ ) (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა ₍ᐢ｡•ɷ•｡ᐢ₎⊹ ꒰｡ᐢ •ɷ• ᐢ｡꒱ °· ꒰( :̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)໒꒱ ·°૮꒰˵• ᵜ •˵꒱ა ｡ ˚. ૮Ꮚ ´͈ ⁄⁄`͈꒱ა (๑･ิ◡･ิ๑) ( ´. .̫ .`) ₍ᐢ •̥ ̫ •̥ ᐢ₎ (๑￫ܫ￩) - ̗̀(ꀬ⏖ꀬ∴)(୨୧•͈ᴗ•͈)( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)(っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )⁄(⁄ ⁄>⁄ω⁄<⁄ ⁄)⁄｡♡･῾ ᵎ ﾟ(ﾟ´ ^｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡(◠ﾵ ◠υ) ૮₍•`ﻌ ˊ•₎ა ∑(O_O；) (╥﹏╥) ૮꒰ ˃̵͈᷄ ﻌ ˂̵͈᷅ ꒱ა˚ ° ꔛ ٩(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و ٩( 'ω' )و (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ ( ¯•ω•¯ )Ꮚ˘ ꈊ ˘ Ꮚ ૮₍ 𖦹 ˕ ×` ₎ა 𖦹 ´ ᯅ ` 𖦹 ૮₍˶• . • ⑅₎ა ૮ • ﻌ - ა ૮ฅ• ᴥ •ฅა ૮₍ • • ₎ა ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა ૮₍´˶• ᴥ •˶`₎ა ૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა ᐢ..ᐢ ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎ ₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎ ૮ • ﻌ - ა ૮・ﻌ・ა ૮ • ᴥ • ა ૮ ’• ˕ •` ა (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) ૮₍ 𖦹 ˕ ×` ₎ა Ꮚ˘ ꈊ ˘ Ꮚ ૮₍˶• . • ⑅₎ა ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა ૮₍´˶• ᴥ •˶`₎ა 𖦹 ´ ᯅ ` 𖦹 (# >o<) ( :̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) ᜊ( ' ⩊ '𖦹)( っc ) (˵ ⸍ ᯅ ⸌ ˵) ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა ㅤㅤㅤ(๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑)ㅤㅤㅤ૮ ˊ͈ . ˋ͈ ა ૮₍ ´𖦹 ˕ ×` ₎აㅤㅤ૮₍ ˶• ˔ ต ₎აㅤㅤ૮₍ ๑ • ᵜ ก ๑ ₎ა࣪ ㅤ(˵ˊᯅˋ˵) ㅤㅤㅤ ૮˃̵֊ ˂̵ აㅤㅤㅤㅤ•᷄ࡇ•᷅ ㅤ૮₍｡´• ˕ •`｡₎აㅤㅤ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎აㅤㅤㅤฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ ㅤ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎აㅤㅤ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა ㅤㅤ૮₍´• ˕ •`₎ა ㅤ૮₍´˶ᵔｪᵔ˶`₎აㅤㅤ૮₍⇀‸↼‶₎აㅤㅤ(⑉･̆⌓･̆⑉)ㅤ૮₍ ˃̵ࡇ˂̵ ₎აㅤㅤㅤ₍ᐢ˵• ࿁ กᐢ₎꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱ㅤ₍ᐢ⸝⸝› ‹⸝⸝ᐢ₎ ㅤ ㅤ૮₍｡ •᎔• ｡₎ა ㅤ ㅤ ꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ㅤㅤᐢ. ֑ .ᐢㅤㅤㅤㅤ૮ / / / ⍝აㅤㅤㅤㅤ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎⊹ ۪( ´ - ` ）ヾ(>᎑<๑)ʕ๑•́ᴥ•̀๑ʔ є(•⌔•)э ʕ； •`ᴥ•´ʔ ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა ૮₍ ˃̵ࡇ˂̵ ₎ა ૮˃̵֊ ˂̵ ა

っω=`) ₍ᐢ× ༝ ×ᐢ₎ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ ₎ ₍^⸝⸝> ·̫ <⸝⸝ ^₎ (´,,>ω<,,`) ♡ ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ ₍ᐢ> ̫<ᐢ₎ (´･ω･`) :( ;´꒳`;) ₍ᐡඉ ̫ඉᐡ₎ ᐡ ⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ᐡ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ₎⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝ ٩̋(ˊ•͈ ꇴ •͈ˋ)و (ヾﾉ･ω･`)(๑´`๑)♡ ˃̣̣̥᷄ ᴖ ˂̣̣̥᷅ ‎ᐡ ᐧ ﻌ ᐧ ᐡ (⸝⸝º ^ º⸝⸝ )( ˊᵕˋ ; ) ( ᴗ ̫ ᴗ ) (๑♡⌓♡๑) ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝₍ᐢ˶• ˔ กᐢ₎ ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎ ᑦ(੭・㉨・)ᐣᘏ▸◂ᘏ ( ´͈ ᗨ `͈ ) ๑´ ³`)ﾉ ଘ( ິ•ᆺ• )ິଓ ꒰˘꒳˘๑꒱໒(＾ᴥ＾) ◟꒰◍ ´꒳` ◍꒱◞ ˘ ᵜ ˘ ( •ω•ฅ)ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ (๑´ㅂ`๑) (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) ต( ິᵒ̴̶̷̤ ﻌ ᵒ̴̶̷̤ )ິฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ (´๑•_•๑) Ꮚ˘ ꈊ ˘ Ꮚ ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞ ̑̑(ㅅ´ ˘ `) (˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ ) (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა ₍ᐢ｡•ɷ•｡ᐢ₎⊹ ꒰｡ᐢ •ɷ• ᐢ｡꒱ °· ꒰( :̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)໒꒱ ·°૮꒰˵• ᵜ •˵꒱ა ｡ ˚. ૮Ꮚ ´͈ ⁄⁄`͈꒱ა (๑･ิ◡･ิ๑) ( ´. .̫ .`) ₍ᐢ •̥ ̫ •̥ ᐢ₎ (๑￫ܫ￩) - ̗̀(ꀬ⏖ꀬ∴)(୨୧•͈ᴗ•͈)( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)(っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )⁄(⁄ ⁄>⁄ω⁄<⁄ ⁄)⁄｡♡･῾ ᵎ ﾟ(ﾟ´ ^｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡(◠ﾵ ◠υ) ૮₍•`ﻌ ˊ•₎ა ∑(O_O；) (╥﹏╥) ૮꒰ ˃̵͈᷄ ﻌ ˂̵͈᷅ ꒱ა˚ ° ꔛ ٩(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و ٩( 'ω' )و (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ ( ¯•ω•¯ )Ꮚ˘ ꈊ ˘ Ꮚ ૮₍ 𖦹 ˕ ×` ₎ა 𖦹 ´ ᯅ ` 𖦹 ૮₍˶• . • ⑅₎ა ૮ • ﻌ - ა ૮ฅ• ᴥ •ฅა ૮₍ • • ₎ა ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა ૮₍´˶• ᴥ •˶`₎ა ૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎ა ᐢ..ᐢ ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎ ₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎ ૮ • ﻌ - ა ૮・ﻌ・ა ૮ • ᴥ • ა ૮ ’• ˕ •` ა (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) ૮₍ 𖦹 ˕ ×` ₎ა Ꮚ˘ ꈊ ˘ Ꮚ ૮₍˶• . • ⑅₎ა ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა ૮₍´˶• ᴥ •˶`₎ა 𖦹 ´ ᯅ ` 𖦹 (# >o<) ( :̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) ᜊ( ' ⩊ '𖦹)( っc ) (˵ ⸍ ᯅ ⸌ ˵) ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა ㅤㅤㅤ(๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑)ㅤㅤㅤ૮ ˊ͈ . ˋ͈ ა ૮₍ ´𖦹 ˕ ×` ₎აㅤㅤ૮₍ ˶• ˔ ต ₎აㅤㅤ૮₍ ๑ • ᵜ ก ๑ ₎ა࣪ ㅤ(˵ˊᯅˋ˵) ㅤㅤㅤ ૮˃̵֊ ˂̵ აㅤㅤㅤㅤ•᷄ࡇ•᷅ ㅤ૮₍｡´• ˕ •`｡₎აㅤㅤ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎აㅤㅤㅤฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ ㅤ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎აㅤㅤ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა ㅤㅤ૮₍´• ˕ •`₎ა ㅤ૮₍´˶ᵔｪᵔ˶`₎აㅤㅤ૮₍⇀‸↼‶₎აㅤㅤ(⑉･̆⌓･̆⑉)ㅤ૮₍ ˃̵ࡇ˂̵ ₎აㅤㅤㅤ₍ᐢ˵• ࿁ กᐢ₎꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱ㅤ₍ᐢ⸝⸝› ‹⸝⸝ᐢ₎ ㅤ ㅤ૮₍｡ •᎔• ｡₎ა ㅤ ㅤ ꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ㅤㅤᐢ. ֑ .ᐢㅤㅤㅤㅤ૮ / / / ⍝აㅤㅤㅤㅤ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎⊹ ۪( ´ - ` ）ヾ(>᎑<๑)ʕ๑•́ᴥ•̀๑ʔ є(•⌔•)э ʕ； •`ᴥ•´ʔ ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა ૮₍ ˃̵ࡇ˂̵ ₎ა ૮˃̵֊ ˂̵ ა

﹆⁺ 𖧧🧇໑ ₊˚𓍼 ⊂╰ ﹒ ᖗ❀🍥˖ ﹕･･₊˚ʚ・⸝⸝ᘏᘏ ✦ ꒷₊˚ ︰꒱꒱﹒𓂅 ₊˚୨୧ ★₊˚୭ ˖ ┊✦．╰╮﹒✎゛𓂅⨯⁺ ︰ 𑁯 𓂅⨯⁺ⵌ・꒱✦．ᨓ❀𓂅˚ ﹒.₊˚Ꮚ✦ ❜₊✧ ୧⌒𓄹 ໒🍷꒱˃ᴗ˂ ഒ˚🍒₊꒷ᘏ 𓂅 ︶꒦꒷₊˖˚₊ ✎‧₊ᓚ୨୧︶₊˚꒷ꮺ︶꒷꒦𓌹-𓌺˳˚✦ˎˊ-🍥 ⸝⸝・꒰꒰❏₊˚・₊˚ฅˎˊ꒱꒱♡꒷˚₊੭꒰꒰✦﹝🍥﹞꒱꒱ˎˊ-꒷‧₊˚﹆✿੭︰☆꒰꒰✦・┊🍄꒱🦢๑‧˚₊꒷୭୧₊˚⊹︰₊˚Ꮚ𓂅୨⊹╰・𓂃 ꒷꒦︶₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎꒱₊˚ ↷₊˚⑅𖦆₊˚໒`୨꒷Ꮼ ᗢ𓄹 ׅ ࣪ ˖︶꒷꒦⊹˚Ꮚ₊꒷︶꒷⊹˚Ꮺ ᕱ⑅ᕱ ꒰ ᐡ ´͈ ᐜ `͈ ᐡ ꒱ ˃ᴗ˂ (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) (ᐢ • ˕ • ���) ૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ᘏ⑅ᘏ ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ . ୨ ࣪ ⊹𖥔˖࣪ ¡! 𖤐 ˓ ⊹ ˚. ‹ 𓂃◖ ˖ ݁ ˓ ╱ ᵎᵎ ꒦꒷𓄰⊹ ꉂ ˖ ݁ ˓ 𒀭 ˖ ࣪ 𓂃 ꉂ𓄰 ִֶָ ˓ 𖣠 ݁ ✦ ִֶָ ࣪ ،ヤ ! ◟⊹ ˚˖ ▹ ℜ 𖥸 ࣪ ، ̧¡ ﹫｡ ! ≛ ، . ‹ℜ ࣪𝅄 ャﾞ𒀭𖤩 ˖˚ 𖠿 ‣ ִֶָ ، ♥︎.⭒ ۫ ׅ 🌸 𝅄 𓈈 𐑺ִ ꒰ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹ ꙳⸌♡⸍꙳ 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 ʚ♡ɞ (:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) (꒪˙꒳˙꒪ ) 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ໒ ﹢ 𖧧 ⭒ ତ ♡ ୭ ଘ ɞ ✦ 𖤐 ★ ✧ ♥︎ ତ っ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა 𓂃𑁍 ࣪˖ 🐇🩰 Ꮺ ָ࣪ ۰› ᐢ • ˕ • ᐢ ˖ ݁ ˓ 𖣠 𓏲·˚ ͙ ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ⑅₎ ⊹ 𖡼 ָ࣪ ˖ 𓏲࣪ 𓄹𓈒 ˖ ࣪ ꒷ ꐑꐑ𔘓 𖦹 𓍢 ›𓂃 ִֶָ ࣪ 𓂅 ᕱ ᕱ ¸𓏲࣪ ˚꒷ キ ˖𓂃 ִֶָ ๋ ꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─

[fairieshaveswag]

[77seven7777]

ㄥ lıɐɥ llɐ ㄥlıɐɥ llɐ

·ㄥ ʅᴉɐɥ ʅʅɐ

ʻㄥ ʅᴉɐɥ ʅʅɐ

ʻㄥ ʅᴉɐɥ ʅʅɐ ʻsǝʎ

[myloveobbsessed]

ᗪ乇爪ㄖ刀 丂ㄥ卂丫乇尺 匚卂ㄒ丂

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Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

Prompt: Hashira as cats and how you got them

Characters: Rengoku, Uzui, Misturi, Iguro, Shinobu, Sanemi, and Giyu.

Notes: I'm basing them off the cat breed personalities not really looks.

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After inheriting the family company, the silence in your grand home became overwhelming. Despite the luxury and space, the loneliness gnawed at you. One evening, as you sat in the living room surrounded by the vast emptiness, an idea struck you — you needed some company. Not the busy kind that came with running a company, but something warm and comforting.

You decided to get cats.

Part 1, 2, 3

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Kyojuro is a…

Maine coon: You were sitting on your patio, enjoying lunch and watching the slow snowfall, when you suddenly felt something touch your leg. Startled, you looked down to see big, bright eyes staring up at you. A fluffy cat with soft but slightly dirty fur, Kyojuro, was standing on his hind legs, sniffing at your food. You didn’t notice at first and began to pet and coo at him, noting his lack of a collar, which told you he was likely a stray.

Kyojuro soon jumped onto your lap, rubbing affectionately against you as you continued petting him. Friendly and eager for attention, he sniffed your food again. Seeing this, you broke off a small piece and gave it to him. He took it and quickly ran off into the snow. Curious, you watched him drop the food a few feet away and then run back to you for more. After feeding him another piece, he repeated the same behavior.

Wondering what was going on, you walked over to the spot where he had been running to. There, nestled in the snow, was a smaller cat, almost a kitten, eating the food Kyojuro had brought. The kitten resembled Kyojuro, so you assumed they were related. Not wanting to leave them out in the cold, you happily decided to take both of them in, ensuring they’d be safe and warm.

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Uzui is a…

Bengal: As you wandered through the shelter, unsure of exactly what type of cat you wanted, your eyes scanned the cages one by one. You expected to find a single cat that you’d connect with. But then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw a small paw stick out from between the bars of a cage, catching your attention.

Curious, you stepped closer and found yourself face-to-face with a striking cat. He stared at you with confidence, as if he already knew you would be taking him home.

You bent down, offering your hand. He gave it a quick sniff before gently patting your fingers with his paw, as if demanding attention without being overbearing. There was something about him that drew you in—a charisma you couldn’t ignore.

Reading the card attached to his cage, you noticed his name: Uzui. It suited him perfectly, his presence commanding without even a meow. Before you knew it, you were talking to the shelter staff, filling out the adoption paperwork for him.

You had come in expecting to leave with one cat, and Uzui had made sure he would be the one.

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Shinobu is a…

Siamese: While searching for books in the library, you bend down to grab one from the bottom shelf and unexpectedly come face to face with a Siamese cat. You both stare at each other for a moment before you slowly extend a finger towards her. After sniffing you, she allows you to pet her and even curls up in your lap as you read, seeming to follow the pages as if she’s reading along, which makes you chuckle. Curious, you ask the front desk if the cat belongs to the library, but they say no. Since she seems comfortable with you, you decide to take her home.

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Obanai and Misturi are…

Persian(Mitsuri), Oriental Shorthair(Obanai): You found Mitsuri and Obanai while on a walk, hearing faint meows down an alleyway. When you approached, you spotted Mitsuri, limping as she meowed for help. You picked her up, noticing her injured leg, but as you were about to leave, a protective Obanai, appeared. He hissed and scratched, trying to defend her, but after you showed him you meant no harm, you took Mitsuri to the vet and decided to adopt them both.

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Giyu is a…

Russian blue: After picking up some snacks, you begin walking home in the pouring rain. It doesn’t seem to let up, and as you pass by a box labeled “Free Cats,” despite already having enough cats, you can’t resist peeking in. Inside, you find a drenched cat, Giyu, lying there as if he’s given up. He lets the rain soak him, looking defeated, and the sight tugs at your heart. Without hesitation, you scoop him up, and he doesn’t resist, allowing you to hold him against your chest under your umbrella. You quickly head home, giving him a warm bath and drying him off. Giyu, now safe and cozy, becomes the newest addition to your growing cat family.

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Sanemi is a…

Turkish Van: While out on a run, you stumbled upon a fight between a cat and a much larger dog. The poor cat was clearly losing, and without a second thought, you rushed over to intervene. Luckily, the dog didn’t turn on you and instead ran off, leaving the injured cat behind.

The cat, now visibly hurt, had bleeding ears and was struggling to move with one of his front legs badly injured. You crouched down, speaking softly so as not to scare him, but Sanemi, as you would later name him, was hesitant to trust you. After some time, though, he allowed you to pick him up.

You took him straight to the vet to treat his injuries. Even after being patched up, Sanemi was reluctant to go home with you, but given his condition, he didn’t have much of a choice. He couldn’t walk properly, and you couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him outside again in such a vulnerable state. Now, you’ve found yourself with yet another cat to care for.

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Are you a cat lady?….yes. yes you are.

[lotusmadness]

"Yoshio!" Der harsche Tonfall, der ihn bei seinem gewählten Nachnamen rief, holte ihn zurück in die Gegenwart. Yuudai stand vor ihm und starrte ihn aus dunklen, braunen Augen an. Sein zugewiesener Partner hatte eine Hand in schwarzen Haaren vergraben, den dazugehörigen Kopf in den Nacken ziehend und die Kehle offenbarend. Die andere Hand war ausgestreckt und in ihr ruhte ein Messer. Das begierige Funkeln in den Augen seines Partners jagte Isamu einen Schauer über den Rücken. Trotzdem nahm er das Messer entgegen, wog das Gewicht in der Hand ab. Dann schloss er die Finger fest darum und richtete den Blick auf den Burschen zwischen sich und Yuudai. Der Mann kniete auf dem Boden, ein Auge zugeschwollen und unzählige weitere Blutergüsse auf dem Oberkörper verteilt. Sicher war auch die oder andere Rippe an- oder gebrochen. "Los jetzt! Mach ihn kalt, der Boss will seinen Kopf." Yuudai wirkte ungeduldig, nahezu auf das bevorstehende Ereignis hinfiebernd. Doch Isamu selbst sträubte sich innerlich mehr als alles andere. Noch nie hatte er jemanden eigenhändig getötet, schon gar nicht auf solch eine blutige und persönliche Art und Weise.

"What have I done?" Die Worte schossen immer wieder durch seinen Kopf, so schnell und oft hintereinander wie die Schüsse eines Maschinengewehrs. So schnell, dass er sie nur in seiner Muttersprache formen konnte, sein Japanisch völlig vergessend. Sich mit blutigen Händen am Waschbecken abstützend versuchte er zu Atem zu kommen, sich zu beruhigen. Die Übelkeit zu vertreiben. Er hatte getan, was nötig war. Er hatte seine Prüfung bestanden. Nun war er ein vollwertiger Mann für den Oyabun, konnte sich seines Vertrauens sicher sein. Hoffentlich musste er nie wieder so viel Blut auf einmal sehen. Der Anblick war einer der hässlichsten gewesen, die er je zu sehen bekommen hatte und er würde ihn sicher nie vergessen. Er würde Sho Nagi nie vergessen, nicht seinen Schrei der in einem Gurgeln untergegangen war und nicht den Blick aus seinen leeren, starren Augen, während Isamu und Yuudai den Kopf in dem vorbereiteten Karton verstaut hatten. Die Übelkeit weiter mit einer bemüht gleichmäßigen, ruhigen Atmung verdrängend, drehte er nun das Wasser auf und wusch sich das Blut von den Händen. Seinen Körper konnte er rein waschen, nicht aber seine Seele. Der erste blutige Fleck gesellte sich zu den vielen schwarzen und grauen, die seine ehemals weiße Weste bereits zierten. Und viele weitere sollten folgen.

[xthexkillingxgroundsx]

blccdiedhands asked: “Guess it’s kind of like a sleepover, huh?” (mori)

"Huh?" Blink. Blink. Blink. If Ekko didn't already know what it felt like to STOP TIME, he'd have SWORE this was it... Words hit like a truck, clawing up memories. Good ones. BAD ONES. When was the last time he had a sleepover? Shit, seemed like a LIFETIME AGO. And he supposed it was. Not like his BEST FRIEND still lived the same life she had back then. Or her sister for that matter. And as for Ekko? He was living a DOUBLE LIFE, TOO. After everything went down, he'd been adopted, given a SECOND CHANCE in life. Free from the murder and mayhem that had come from being a gutter born street fight. NONE OF THEM WERE SUPPOSED TO SURVIVE. And yet, somehow, they all had. DRAINWASTE CASTOFFS. And now here Ekko was. Caught between the PAST, PRESENT & FUTURE. The trauma of Benzo's death. The crippling agony of losing his best friend to madness. The loneliness that followed... His new parents, the money they'd saved for him to go to college... The fact he didn't wanna go... And how he was here chasing that SLIM possibility, that maybe his wish, whatever form it took, would make both HIM AND HIS ADOPTIVE PARENTS HAPPY... Could Mori Jin sense his melancholy? He looked across to the star eyed boy, and briefly missed the days he was the same... "Yeah... Yeah, I guess it kinda is..." He looked down and took a breath. "I wouldn't get used to 'em."

[arecksha]

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[extraterrestrialentity666]

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