#๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿง‡
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hippolotamus ยท 1 year ago
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my tastebuds have decided bread, or anything bread like, is gross and must not be eaten. I am quite sad about this.
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pjackk ยท 8 months ago
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i can make pictures 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’๐Ÿ“๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿซ’๐Ÿฅฅ๐Ÿ‹โ€๐ŸŸฉ๐Ÿฅ‘๐Ÿ†๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿฅ•๐ŸŒฝ๐ŸŒถ๐Ÿซ‘๐Ÿฅ’๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿฅฆ๐Ÿง„๐Ÿง…๐Ÿ„๐Ÿฅœ๐Ÿซ˜๐ŸŒฐ๐Ÿซš๐Ÿซ›๐Ÿ„โ€๐ŸŸซ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿซ“๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿง€๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฅฉ๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿ”๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ•๐ŸŒญ๐Ÿฅช๐ŸŒฎ๐ŸŒฏ๐Ÿซ”๐Ÿฅ™๐Ÿง†๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฅ˜๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿซ•๐Ÿฅฃ๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿงˆ๐Ÿง‚๐Ÿฅซ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฆช๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿก๐ŸฅŸ๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿฅก๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿง๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฅง๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฅ›โ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿซ–๐Ÿต๐Ÿถ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿท๐Ÿธ๐Ÿน๐Ÿบ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿซ—๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿง‹๐Ÿงƒ๐Ÿง‰๐ŸงŠ๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿด๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿซ™๐Ÿบ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒŽ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ—บ๐Ÿงญ๐Ÿ”โ›ฐ๏ธ๐ŸŒ‹๐Ÿ—ป๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ–๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿž๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ—๐Ÿงฑ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชต๐Ÿ›–๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿ’’๐Ÿ—ผ๐Ÿ—ฝโ›ช๏ธ๐Ÿ•Œ๐Ÿ›•๐Ÿ•โ›ฉ๏ธ๐Ÿ•‹โ›ฒ๏ธโ›บ๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒƒ๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒ„๐ŸŒ…๐ŸŒ†๐ŸŒ‡๐ŸŒ‰โ™จ๏ธ๐ŸŽ ๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽก๐ŸŽข๐Ÿ’ˆ๐ŸŽช๐Ÿš‚๐Ÿš๐Ÿš„๐Ÿš…๐Ÿš†๐Ÿš‡๐Ÿšˆ๐Ÿš‰๐ŸšŠ๐Ÿš๐Ÿšž๐Ÿš‹๐ŸšŒ๐Ÿš๐ŸšŽ๐Ÿš๐Ÿš‘๐Ÿš’๐Ÿš“๐Ÿš”๐Ÿš•๐Ÿš–๐Ÿš—๐Ÿš˜๐Ÿš™๐Ÿ›ป๐Ÿšš๐Ÿš›๐Ÿšœ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ›ต๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ›บ๐Ÿšฒ๐Ÿ›ด๐Ÿ›น๐Ÿ›ผ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›ฃ๐Ÿ›ค๐Ÿ›ขโ›ฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ž๐Ÿšจ๐Ÿšฅ๐Ÿšฆ๐Ÿ›‘๐Ÿšงโš“๏ธ๐Ÿ›Ÿโ›ต๏ธ๐Ÿ›ถ๐Ÿšค๐Ÿ›ณโ›ด๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฅ๐Ÿšขโœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฉ๐Ÿ›ซ๐Ÿ›ฌ๐Ÿช‚๐Ÿ’บ๐Ÿš๐ŸšŸ๐Ÿš ๐Ÿšก๐Ÿ›ฐ๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ›ธ๐Ÿ›Ž๐ŸงณโŒ›๏ธโณ๏ธโŒš๏ธโฐ๏ธโฑ๏ธโฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ•ฐ๐Ÿ•›๐Ÿ•ง๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•œ๐Ÿ•‘๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•’๐Ÿ•ž๐Ÿ•“๐Ÿ•Ÿ๐Ÿ•”๐Ÿ• ๐Ÿ••๐Ÿ•ก๐Ÿ•–๐Ÿ•ข๐Ÿ•—๐Ÿ•ฃ๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•ค๐Ÿ•™๐Ÿ•ฅ๐Ÿ•š๐Ÿ•ฆ๐ŸŒ‘๐ŸŒ’๐ŸŒ“๐ŸŒ”๐ŸŒ•๐ŸŒ–๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ˜๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒš๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒกโ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒž๐Ÿชโญ๏ธ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒŒโ˜๏ธโ›…๏ธโ›ˆ๏ธ๐ŸŒค๐ŸŒฅ๐ŸŒฆ๐ŸŒง๐ŸŒจ๐ŸŒฉ๐ŸŒช๐ŸŒซ๐ŸŒฌ๐ŸŒ€๐ŸŒˆ๐ŸŒ‚โ˜‚๏ธโ˜”๏ธโ›ฑ๏ธโšก๏ธโ„๏ธโ˜ƒ๏ธโ›„๏ธโ˜„๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’ง๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŽƒ๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽ†๐ŸŽ‡๐Ÿงจโœจ๏ธ๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‹๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ‘๐Ÿงง๐ŸŽ€๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ—๐ŸŽŸ๐ŸŽซ๐ŸŽ–๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…๐Ÿฅ‡๐Ÿฅˆ๐Ÿฅ‰โšฝ๏ธโšพ๏ธ๐ŸฅŽ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ‰๐ŸŽพ๐Ÿฅ๐ŸŽณ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿธ๐ŸฅŠ๐Ÿฅ‹๐Ÿฅ…โ›ณ๏ธโ›ธ๏ธ๐ŸŽฃ๐Ÿคฟ๐ŸŽฝ๐ŸŽฟ๐Ÿ›ท๐ŸฅŒ๐ŸŽฏ๐Ÿช€๐Ÿช๐ŸŽฑ๐Ÿ”ฎ๐Ÿช„๐Ÿงฟ๐Ÿชฌ๐ŸŽฎ๐Ÿ•น๐ŸŽฐ๐ŸŽฒ๐Ÿงฉ๐Ÿงธ๐Ÿช…๐Ÿชฉ๐Ÿช†โ™ ๏ธโ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฆ๏ธโ™ฃ๏ธโ™Ÿ๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ€„๐ŸŽด๐ŸŽญ๐Ÿ–ผ๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿงต๐Ÿชก๐Ÿงถ๐Ÿชข๐Ÿ‘“๐Ÿ•ถ๐Ÿฅฝ๐Ÿฅผ๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿ‘”๐Ÿ‘•๐Ÿ‘–๐Ÿงฃ๐Ÿงค๐Ÿงฅ๐Ÿงฆ๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ‘˜๐Ÿฅป๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿฉฒ๐Ÿฉณ๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿ‘š๐Ÿชญ๐Ÿ‘›๐Ÿ‘œ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽ’๐Ÿฉด๐Ÿ‘ž๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿฅพ๐Ÿฅฟ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿฉฐ๐Ÿ‘ข๐Ÿชฎ๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ‘’๐ŸŽฉ๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿงข๐Ÿช–โ›‘๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฟ๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’Ž๐Ÿ”‡๐Ÿ”ˆ๐Ÿ”‰๐Ÿ”Š๐Ÿ“ข๐Ÿ“ฃ๐Ÿ“ฏ๐Ÿ””๐Ÿ”•๐ŸŽผ๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽ™๐ŸŽš๐ŸŽ›๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽง๐Ÿ“ป๐ŸŽท๐Ÿช—๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽน๐ŸŽบ๐ŸŽป๐Ÿช•๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿช˜๐Ÿช‡๐Ÿชˆ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐Ÿ“ฒโ˜Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ“ž๐Ÿ“Ÿ๐Ÿ“ ๐Ÿ”‹๐Ÿชซ๐Ÿ”Œ๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ–ฅ๐Ÿ–จโŒจ๏ธ๐Ÿ–ฑ๐Ÿ–ฒ๐Ÿ’ฝ๐Ÿ’พ๐Ÿ’ฟ๐Ÿ“€๐Ÿงฎ๐ŸŽฅ๐ŸŽž๐Ÿ“ฝ๐ŸŽฌ๐Ÿ“บ๐Ÿ“ท๐Ÿ“ธ๐Ÿ“น๐Ÿ“ผ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”Ž๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ’ก๐Ÿ”ฆ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿช”๐Ÿ“”๐Ÿ“•๐Ÿ“–๐Ÿ“—๐Ÿ“˜๐Ÿ“™๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ““๐Ÿ“’๐Ÿ“ƒ๐Ÿ“œ๐Ÿ“„๐Ÿ“ฐ๐Ÿ—ž๐Ÿ“‘๐Ÿ”–๐Ÿท๐Ÿ’ฐ๐Ÿช™๐Ÿ’ด๐Ÿ’ต๐Ÿ’ถ๐Ÿ’ท๐Ÿ’ธ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿงพโœ‰๏ธ๐Ÿ“ง๐Ÿ“จ๐Ÿ“ฉ๐Ÿ“ค๐Ÿ“ฅ๐Ÿ“ฆ๐Ÿ“ซ๐Ÿ“ช๐Ÿ“ฌ๐Ÿ“ญ๐Ÿ“ฎ๐Ÿ—ณโœ๏ธโœ’๏ธ๐Ÿ–‹๐Ÿ–Š๐Ÿ–Œ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“‚๐Ÿ—‚๐Ÿ“…๐Ÿ“†๐Ÿ—’๐Ÿ—“๐Ÿ“‡๐Ÿ“ˆ๐Ÿ“‰๐Ÿ“Š๐Ÿ“‹๐Ÿ“Œ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“Ž๐Ÿ–‡๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“โœ‚๏ธ๐Ÿ—ƒ๐Ÿ—„๐Ÿ—‘๐Ÿ”’๐Ÿ”“๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”‘๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ”จ๐Ÿช“โ›๏ธโš’๏ธ๐Ÿ› ๐Ÿ—กโš”๏ธ๐Ÿ”ซ๐Ÿชƒ๐Ÿน๐Ÿ›ก๐Ÿชš๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿช›๐Ÿ”ฉโš™๏ธ๐Ÿ—œโš–๏ธ๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ”—โ›“๏ธโ›“๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿช๐Ÿงฐ๐Ÿงฒ๐Ÿชœโš—๏ธ๐Ÿงช๐Ÿงซ๐Ÿงฌ๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ”ญ๐Ÿ“ก๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿฉธ๐Ÿ’Š๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿฉผ๐Ÿฉบ๐Ÿฉป๐Ÿšช๐Ÿ›—๐Ÿชž๐ŸชŸ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ›‹๐Ÿช‘๐Ÿšฝ๐Ÿช ๐Ÿšฟ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿชค๐Ÿช’๐Ÿงด๐Ÿงท๐Ÿงน๐Ÿงบ๐Ÿงป๐Ÿชฃ๐Ÿงผ๐Ÿซง๐Ÿชฅ๐Ÿงฝ๐Ÿงฏ๐Ÿ›’๐Ÿšฌโšฐ๏ธ๐Ÿชฆโšฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ—ฟ๐Ÿชง๐Ÿชช๐Ÿง๐Ÿšฎ๐Ÿšฐโ™ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿšน๐Ÿšบ๐Ÿšป๐Ÿšผ๐Ÿšพ๐Ÿ›‚๐Ÿ›ƒ๐Ÿ›„๐Ÿ›…โš ๏ธ๐Ÿšธโ›”๏ธ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšณ๐Ÿšญ๐Ÿšฏ๐Ÿšฑ๐Ÿšท๐Ÿ“ต๐Ÿ”žโ˜ข๏ธโ˜ฃ๏ธโฌ†๏ธโ†—๏ธโžก๏ธโ†˜๏ธโฌ‡๏ธโ†™๏ธโฌ…๏ธโ†–๏ธโ†•๏ธโ†”๏ธโ†ฉ๏ธโ†ช๏ธโคด๏ธโคต๏ธ๐Ÿ”ƒ๐Ÿ”„๐Ÿ”™๐Ÿ”š๐Ÿ”›๐Ÿ”œ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ›โš›๏ธ๐Ÿ•‰โœก๏ธโ˜ธ๏ธโ˜ฏ๏ธโœ๏ธโ˜ฆ๏ธโ˜ช๏ธโ˜ฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ•Ž๐Ÿ”ฏ๐Ÿชฏโ™ˆ๏ธโ™‰๏ธโ™Š๏ธโ™‹๏ธโ™Œ๏ธโ™๏ธโ™Ž๏ธโ™๏ธโ™๏ธโ™‘๏ธโ™’๏ธโ™“๏ธโ›Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ”€๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”‚โ–ถ๏ธโฉ๏ธโญ๏ธโฏ๏ธโ—€๏ธโช๏ธโฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ผโซ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฝโฌ๏ธโธ๏ธโน๏ธโบ๏ธโ๏ธ๐ŸŽฆ๐Ÿ”…๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ“ถ๐Ÿ›œ๐Ÿ“ณ๐Ÿ“ดโ™€๏ธโ™‚๏ธโšง๏ธโœ–๏ธโž•๏ธโž–๏ธโž—๏ธ๐ŸŸฐโ™พ๏ธโ€ผ๏ธโ‰๏ธโ“๏ธโ”๏ธโ•๏ธโ—๏ธใ€ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฑ๐Ÿ’ฒโš•๏ธโ™ป๏ธโšœ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฑ๐Ÿ“›๐Ÿ”ฐโญ•๏ธโœ…๏ธโ˜‘๏ธโœ”๏ธโŒ๏ธโŽ๏ธโžฐ๏ธโžฟ๏ธใ€ฝ๏ธโœณ๏ธโœด๏ธโ‡๏ธยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธโ„ข๏ธ#๏ธโƒฃ*๏ธโƒฃ0๏ธโƒฃ1๏ธโƒฃ2๏ธโƒฃ3๏ธโƒฃ4๏ธโƒฃ5๏ธโƒฃ6๏ธโƒฃ7๏ธโƒฃ8๏ธโƒฃ9๏ธโƒฃ๐Ÿ”Ÿ๐Ÿ” ๐Ÿ”ก๐Ÿ”ข๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ค๐Ÿ…ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ†Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ†‘๏ธ๐Ÿ†’๏ธ๐Ÿ†“๏ธโ„น๏ธ๐Ÿ†”๏ธโ“‚๏ธ๐Ÿ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ†–๏ธ๐Ÿ…พ๏ธ๐Ÿ†—๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿ†˜๏ธ๐Ÿ†™๏ธ๐Ÿ†š๏ธ๐Ÿˆ๏ธ๐Ÿˆ‚๏ธ๐Ÿˆท๏ธ๐Ÿˆถ๏ธ๐Ÿˆฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ‰๏ธ๐Ÿˆน๏ธ๐Ÿˆš๏ธ๐Ÿˆฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ‰‘๏ธ๐Ÿˆธ๏ธ๐Ÿˆด๏ธ๐Ÿˆณ๏ธใŠ—๏ธใŠ™๏ธ๐Ÿˆบ๏ธ๐Ÿˆต๏ธ๐Ÿ”ด๐ŸŸ ๐ŸŸก๐ŸŸข๐Ÿ”ต๐ŸŸฃ๐ŸŸคโšช๏ธโšซ๏ธ๐ŸŸฅ๐ŸŸง๐ŸŸจ๐ŸŸฉ๐ŸŸฆ๐ŸŸช๐ŸŸซโฌ›โฌœ๏ธโ—ผ๏ธโ—ป๏ธโ—พ๏ธโ—ฝ๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ถ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ท๏ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๏ธ๐Ÿ”น๏ธ๐Ÿ”บ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ป๐Ÿ’ ๐Ÿ”˜๐Ÿ”ฒ๐Ÿ”ณ๐Ÿ๐Ÿšฉ๐Ÿด๐Ÿณ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€โšง๏ธ๐Ÿดโ€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ผ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ธ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ณ๓ ฃ๓ ด๓ ฟ๐Ÿด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ท๓ ฌ๓ ณ๓ ฟ
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bonetightflesh ยท 1 month ago
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Me after upsetting myself: โŒ๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿง€๐Ÿงˆ๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿฅฉ๐ŸŒญ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ”๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿซ“๐Ÿง†๐ŸŒฎ๐Ÿฅ™๐Ÿฅช๐ŸŒฏ๐Ÿซ”๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿฅ˜๐ŸโŒ
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straycatj ยท 10 months ago
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Kofu!! i am sending you carbohydrates through nekopathy!! ๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฅฏ
Kofu need real ones....but thank you ......
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slushiepup ยท 25 days ago
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THE ULTIMATE YANDERE ASK GAME (PASTRY/SWEETS EDITION)
I apologize if this is already done, buttttt... Eh! I made one, still, I spent HOURS rummaging tumblr for ideas so.. to everyone who's made a yan!ask game, i appreciate your passion, this shit takes a long time ๏ฝก๏พŸ๏ฝฅ (>๏น<) ๏ฝฅ๏พŸ๏ฝก
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๐Ÿฅ- how do you find a new darling?
๐Ÿฅฏ- how close are you with your darling?
๐Ÿž- do you ever have dreams about your darling? what are they like?
๐Ÿฅ–- Do you have any fun/favourite memories with your darling?
๐Ÿฅจ- how far would you go to express your love?
๐Ÿฅž- what would break you/how do you react to issues between you and your darling?
๐Ÿง‡-what is your love language? (or top love languages)
๐Ÿซ“- How do you stalk your darling?
๐Ÿฅฎ- what would be your ideal date or hangout
๐Ÿข- Have you ever had a darling before? If so, who? Are you still in touch?
๐Ÿก-what are some fantasies you have about your darling? Dark ones? soft ones? Answer both!
๐Ÿฅง- Do you want to control your darling?
๐Ÿง- what do you love most about your darling?
๐Ÿฐ- How far would you go for your darling, what's the worst thing you've done/would do?
๐ŸŽ‚-how do you express your love to your darling, if at all?
๐Ÿฎ- Do you have any intrusive thoughts or urges related to your darling? if so, what?
๐Ÿซ- How does your obsession show, and does it make you act aggressively/violently/unhinged?
๐Ÿฉ- Does your darling interact with others? if so, how do you feel about it?
๐Ÿช- how did you meet your darling?
๐Ÿฏ- what is your ideal yandere/darling scenario?
โ˜•๏ธ- What are your yandere types?
๐Ÿต- what's your favorite yandere trope or stereotype? (satire and non-satire both welcome, whether you want to laugh at stupid stereotypes or genuinely show love to it, it's up to anon to specify)
๐Ÿฅ - favorite metaphor for love?
๐Ÿง‹- what is your least favorite yandere trope or stereotype?
๐Ÿฅช- what are you and your darlings fashion styles?
๐Ÿจ- If your darling needed an organ, would you donate yours?
๐Ÿฆ- How did you find out you were a yandere?
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hunn1e-bunn1e ยท 1 year ago
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Denji Hayakawa - "Half Your Melon Bread"
๐Ÿ‡.โ€ขยฐโ€ข.๐Ÿ‡.โ€ขยฐโ€ข.๐Ÿ‡.โ€ขยฐโ€ข.๐Ÿ‡.โ€ขยฐโ€ข.๐Ÿ‡.โ€ขยฐโ€ข.๐Ÿ‡.โ€ขยฐโ€ข.๐Ÿ‡.โ€ขยฐโ€ข.๐Ÿ‡.
In which a certain chainsaw devil man shares a sweet treat with a stranger at the park after shirking his devil hunting duties for the day. Or; In which you give Denji half of your melon bread out of sympathy poor hungry devil hunter boy. Part 2
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย 
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๐Ÿžโ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿฅโ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿฅ–โ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿซ“โ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿฅจโ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿฅฏโ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿฅžโ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿง‡
"Maaan, today was a long one"
Denji groaned out; stretching as he walked along the vacant street.
He had snuck off from Aki and Power not too long ago; ditching his assignment in favor of following a stray dog he'd spotted on the way. Unfortunately, he had lost sight of the dog soon after and now he was lost, wandering about the empty streets.
Just up ahead he spotted a park. It was one of those parks with a half playground; just a singular slide and a standard two-person swing set. There were also quite a few benches that littered the outer border and faced inward toward the playground.
But something caught Denji's eye or rather someone did. On a bench sat a lone person, a human, at least from what he could see at the distance he was standing from them.
Their back was turned to him, but he could see right off the bat that they had some kind of food given the way their arms and mouth were moving. From the ever-shrinking distance he found himself at, Denji believed it was a burger or something; he'd heard those were pretty damn good.
A nice, pillowy, sesame seed bun, melty cheese, crunchy pickles and onions, a thick juicy patty, and every condiment he could get his hands on... man, that sounds amazing right about now.
G U R G L E
Shit, now he was hungry.
Unfortunately due to ditching the blood-loving psycho and cock blocking top knot that were his partners, he had no money to buy food.
But the person on the bench had come to a stop next to his food... would they share with him? Or at least give him some money to buy his own? Probably not, but it's worth a try. So, the chainsaw devilman took a seat next to the stranger and simply glanced at their food from time to time, looking away every time they looked at him.
"Here."
The stranger softly spoke, catching the dirty blonde's attention.
In their hand was half of the packaged snack that they were previously holding; it looked like a bun but it was shiny with a criss-cross pattern on the top. Denji froze, not knowing how to respond; he didn't think he would get this far. Hell, he didn't even know what they were giving him.
"It's melon bread. I didn't poison it or anything; you saw it in the package already."
The stranger speaks again, this time standing up and holding the snack out the the devilman.
Hesitantly, Denji took it from their outstretched hand. He looked it over and lifted it to his nose, taking in it's fruity scent. Then he took a bite; and his mind was blown.
"I hope you enjoy it, you looked hungry. Well, see ya."
The stranger smiled at him gently, letting out a soft chuckle, before turning and walking away.
The dirty blonde-haired boy jumped a bit as he watched them walk away. Was it weird that he wanted them to stay here a bit longer? Should he tell them his name?
But, unfortunately for Denji, when he had finally made up his mind, the stranger was gone.
๐Ÿžโ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿฅโ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿฅ–โ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿซ“โ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿฅจโ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿฅฏโ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿฅžโ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿง‡
๐Ÿ‡.โ€ขยฐโ€ข.๐Ÿ‡.โ€ขยฐโ€ข.๐Ÿ‡.โ€ขยฐโ€ข.๐Ÿ‡.โ€ขยฐโ€ข.๐Ÿ‡.โ€ขยฐโ€ข.๐Ÿ‡.โ€ขยฐโ€ข.๐Ÿ‡.โ€ขยฐโ€ข.๐Ÿ‡.
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0mysticmidnight0 ยท 2 months ago
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POOKIE PLEASEEEEEEEE! I know youโ€™ve never seen nor heard of me before most likely but I must ask of a teensy tiny request.
Could you possibly do (if you do drabbles with the turtles) yandere turtles and your birthday in captivity? Especially if time is really wonky due to not having a way to tell how long theyโ€™ve been in there?
Thank you very much for reading my request, have a great evening/day/afternoon and take some food along with you on your journeys ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿ‹โ€๐ŸŸฉ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ“๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฅญ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅฅ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿฅ‘๐Ÿฅฆ๐Ÿซ›๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿฅ’๐ŸŒถ๏ธ๐Ÿซ‘๐ŸŒฝ๐Ÿฅ•๐Ÿซ’๐Ÿง„๐Ÿง…๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿ ๐Ÿซš๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿง€๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿณ๐Ÿงˆ๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿฅฉ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ–๐ŸŒญ๐Ÿ”๐ŸŸ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฅง๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿง๐Ÿก๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐ŸŒฐ๐Ÿฅœ๐Ÿฏ
Ohhh! Fun!! And thank you, IM STARVING.
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- it's been so long since you've been here. Down in the sewers. Away from any human contact (aside from April..) . Being smothered to death by "love" from the turtles. You forgot what day it was.. what month is was.. what YEAR it was.
- That all changed when one day.. you woke up to a birthday cake and birthday pancakes shaped like hearts.. one look at the candles.. one.. and and a 6.. that's right.. 2 years. Stuck in this place. You were about to cry right then and there.
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Mikey happily exclaimed and hugged you.
"So, we all cleared our schedule to spend the day with you on your special day!"
"What Mikey said." Leo chuckled as he gave you a kiss on the cheek.
"Consider yourself lucky. I had a lot to finish." Donnie says as he leaned on the counter.
One two three.. you're missing one. You heard loud shuffling in the corner and you were ushered away.
The whole day you spent it at the arcade.. couch.. and then at night.. they finally took you out.. but before you could celebrate your freedom and chance for escape. Donnie snapped a bracelet on your wrist that zaps you when you go too far from one of them.
You looked up to the sky.. fire works.. and pizza.. this feels too familiar. Oh. Now you remember. It was exactly like this.. when you got kidnapped.
When Raph finally came up, he smiled showing you your big birthday present. You opened it to see.. a big plushie. Turtle to be exact. You sigh and look into the distance. Is this how it'll be the next few years..? No.. please no.. You need to ESCAPE. But for now.. you have to play the game. Happy birthday to you.
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YAY. :3
Yours truly,
MysticMidnight
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hungwy ยท 2 years ago
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I need a place I can sit and eat food in a public space. Library doesnt liek food ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ’๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŠ๐Ÿฅญ๐Ÿ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿซ’๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿฅฅ๐Ÿ…๐ŸŒถ๏ธ๐Ÿซš๐Ÿฅ•๐Ÿ ๐Ÿง…๐ŸŒฝ๐Ÿฅฆ๐Ÿฅ’๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿซ›๐Ÿซ‘๐Ÿฅ‘๐Ÿ†๐Ÿง„๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿซ˜๐ŸŒฐ๐Ÿฅœ๐Ÿž๐Ÿซ“๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿง€๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿฅฉ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ”๐ŸŒญ๐Ÿฅช๐Ÿฅจ๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿซ”๐ŸŒฎ๐ŸŒฏ๐Ÿฅ™๐Ÿง†๐Ÿฅ˜๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅซ๐Ÿซ•๐Ÿฅฃ๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿœ๐Ÿฆช๐Ÿฆž๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅก๐Ÿš๐Ÿฑ๐ŸฅŸ๐Ÿข๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿก๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿง๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฅง๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฎ๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿง๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿง‚๐Ÿงˆ๐Ÿฟ๐ŸงŠ๐Ÿซ™๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿง‹๐Ÿงƒ๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿผ๐Ÿตโ˜•๐Ÿซ–๐Ÿง‰๐Ÿบ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿพ๐Ÿท๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿซ—๐Ÿธ๐Ÿน๐Ÿถ๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿด๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿฝ๏ธ
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laylasverse ยท 5 days ago
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BAKED GOODS ASK GAME
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๊ช†เงŽ shifting ask game focused on mood board prompts to visualize your desired realities . . .
reblog for asks.
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๐Ÿฅ : CROISSANT . . . create a mood board of you in the beginning years of your desired reality vs years after youโ€™ve experienced it. you could include your face claim, favorite color, clothing style, etc.
๐Ÿฅฏ : BAGEL . . . create a mood board of your significant other(s) in your desired reality. you could include their face claim, favorite color, clothing style, what your relationship with them looks like, etc.
๐Ÿž : BREAD . . . create a mood board of some of your closest friendships in your desired reality. you could include their face claim, favorite color, clothing style, what your friendship with them all looks like, etc.
๐Ÿฅ– : BAGUETTE . . . create a mood board of your favorite holiday(s) in your desired reality. does your family celebrate christmas in a big way? or do you & your significant other(s) make sure to celebrate valentineโ€™s day every year?
๐Ÿฅจ : PRETZEL . . . create a mood board of your home in your desired reality. your favorite rooms, the exterior, the interior, the vibe, etc.
๐Ÿฅž : PANCAKE . . . create a mood board of your familial relationships in your desired reality. who are the most important people in your family? what does your relationship look like, visually?
๐Ÿง‡ : WAFFLE . . . create a mood board of your hobbies in your desired reality. do you draw, paint, bake, cook, sculpt, game, etc?
+ any other mood boards you can come up with!!
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๊ช†เงŽ : have fun w these
DT : emi ๐Ÿ’ž
2025 โ“’ LAYLASVERSE
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merry-andrews ยท 2 years ago
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Honey buns now! :3
I accidentally typed Breadly in my Rooster WIP, so from now on he shall be known as Breadly Breadshaw
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xruiiii-blog ยท 3 months ago
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ur art is so cool omnomnomnomnom eating ur art like a starved man nomnomnomnom ominomifemininominomnom
omg *feed the child* waitโ€”โ€”girlโ€”-u gon chokeโ€”-๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿง‡
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krisispiss ยท 5 months ago
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๐Ÿน๐Ÿธ๐Ÿซ—๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿท๐Ÿพ๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿป๐Ÿบ๐Ÿง‰๐Ÿซ–โ˜•๐Ÿต๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿงƒ๐Ÿง‹๐ŸงŠ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿงˆ๐Ÿง‚๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿช๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿง๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฅง๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ™๐Ÿข๐ŸฅŸ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿš๐Ÿฅก๐Ÿค๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฆž๐Ÿฆช๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿฅฃ๐Ÿซ•๐Ÿฅซ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅ˜๐Ÿง†๐Ÿฅ™๐ŸŒฏ๐ŸŒฎ๐Ÿซ”๐Ÿ•๐ŸŸ๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿฅช๐ŸŒญ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฅฉ๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿง€๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿซ“๐Ÿž๐Ÿฅœ๐ŸŒฐ๐Ÿซ˜๐Ÿ„โ€๐ŸŸซ๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿง„๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ ๐Ÿฅ‘๐Ÿซ‘๐Ÿซ›๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿฅ’๐Ÿ‡๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฅฆ๐ŸŒฝ๐Ÿซ’๐Ÿฅญ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿง…๐Ÿฅ•๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿ๐Ÿซš๐ŸŒถ๏ธ๐Ÿˆ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‹โ€๐ŸŸฉ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿฅฅ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿ“ <- didnt know what to get Kris, got a lil bit of everything :3
Kris is about to eat every single food emoji live on television
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pamithebunterfly2007 ยท 7 months ago
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ITS MY 17TH BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!! ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‚๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‚๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‚๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‚๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰
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Your Queen Bee Pami has just turned 17 and sheโ€™s bringing the sweet stuff so come on my fellow colony, Keep on making me more of that motherfucking honey.
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here we have loads of fucking food:
๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ‰๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ‹โ€๐ŸŸฉ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฅญ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅฅ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅ‘๐Ÿซ›๐Ÿฅฆ๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿฅ’๐Ÿซ’๐Ÿฅ•๐ŸŒฝ๐Ÿซ‘๐ŸŒถ๏ธ๐Ÿง„๐Ÿง…๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿ ๐Ÿซš๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿž๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿง€๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿณ๐Ÿงˆ๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฅฉ๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿง‡๐ŸŒญ๐Ÿ”๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ•๐ŸŒฎ๐Ÿง†๐Ÿฅ™๐Ÿฅช๐ŸŒฏ๐Ÿซ”๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿฅ˜๐Ÿซ•๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฑ๐ŸฅŸ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ™๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿข๐Ÿก๐Ÿง๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฅง๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿจ๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿช๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿงƒ๐Ÿตโ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿง‹๐Ÿบ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿท๐Ÿธ๐Ÿน๐Ÿง‰๐Ÿพ
And also here are some songs to sing along and dance to so enjoy the fun also forgot to mention, see how many characters I added and invited to my party?:
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starfish-spencer ยท 5 months ago
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๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ’๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŠ๐Ÿฅญ๐Ÿ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿ‹โ€๐ŸŸฉ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿซ’๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿฅฅ๐Ÿ…๐ŸŒถ๏ธ๐Ÿซš๐Ÿฅ•๐Ÿง…๐ŸŒฝ๐Ÿฅฆ๐Ÿฅ’๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿซ›๐Ÿซ‘๐Ÿฅ‘๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿง„๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿ„โ€๐ŸŸซ๐Ÿซ˜๐ŸŒฐ๐Ÿฅœ๐Ÿž๐Ÿซ“๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿง€๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿฅฉ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ”๐ŸŒญ๐Ÿฅช๐Ÿฅจ๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿซ”๐ŸŒฎ๐ŸŒฏ๐Ÿฅ™๐Ÿง†๐Ÿฅ˜๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅซ๐Ÿซ•๐Ÿฅฃ๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿœ๐Ÿฆช๐Ÿฆž๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅก๐Ÿš๐Ÿฑ๐ŸฅŸ๐Ÿข๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿก๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿง๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฅง๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฎ๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿง๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿง‚๐Ÿงˆ๐Ÿฟ๐ŸงŠ๐Ÿซ™๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿง‹๐Ÿงƒ๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿผ๐Ÿตโ˜•๐Ÿซ–๐Ÿง‰๐Ÿบ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿพ๐Ÿท๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿซ—๐Ÿธ๐Ÿน๐Ÿถ๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿด๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿฝ๏ธ
I'm so freaking tired
Thank you for the food but GO TO BED, ANON! Please :)
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Look at them, look how cozy they are
Get some sleep <3
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seaside-writings ยท 2 years ago
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Take whatever you want and do as you wish. There's no limit, and there's more than enough for everyone. ๐Ÿ’™
๐Ÿ ๐ŸŽ ๐Ÿ ๐ŸŠ ๐Ÿ‹ ๐ŸŒ ๐Ÿ‰ ๐Ÿ‡ ๐Ÿ“ ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿˆ ๐Ÿ’ ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿฅญ ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿฅฅ ๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿ… ๐Ÿ† ๐Ÿฅ‘ ๐Ÿฅฆ ๐Ÿฅฌ ๐Ÿฅ’ ๐ŸŒถ ๐Ÿซ‘ ๐ŸŒฝ ๐Ÿฅ• ๐Ÿซš ๐Ÿซ’ ๐Ÿง„ ๐Ÿง… ๐Ÿฅ” ๐Ÿ  ๐Ÿซ˜ ๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿฅฏ ๐Ÿž ๐Ÿฅ– ๐Ÿฅจ ๐Ÿง€ ๐Ÿฅž ๐Ÿง‡ ๐Ÿฅ“ ๐Ÿฅฉ ๐Ÿ— ๐Ÿ– ๐ŸŒญ ๐Ÿ” ๐ŸŸ ๐Ÿ• ๐Ÿซ“ ๐Ÿฅช ๐Ÿฅ™ ๐Ÿง† ๐ŸŒฎ ๐ŸŒฏ ๐Ÿซ” ๐Ÿฅ— ๐Ÿฅ˜ ๐Ÿฅซ ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿœ ๐Ÿฒ ๐Ÿ› ๐Ÿฃ ๐Ÿฑ ๐ŸฅŸ ๐Ÿฆช ๐Ÿค ๐Ÿ™ ๐Ÿš ๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿฅฎ ๐Ÿข ๐Ÿก ๐Ÿง ๐Ÿจ ๐Ÿฆ ๐Ÿฅง ๐Ÿง ๐Ÿฐ ๐ŸŽ‚ ๐Ÿฎ ๐Ÿญ ๐Ÿฌ ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿฟ ๐Ÿฉ ๐Ÿช ๐Ÿฏ ๐Ÿฅ› โ˜•๏ธ ๐Ÿต ๐Ÿงƒ ๐Ÿฅค ๐Ÿง‹
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hunn1e-bunn1e ยท 1 year ago
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hiii i just read "your melon bread" fic of denji and IT'S SO GOOD (i smashed the follow button immediately lol)
and i saw your asks are open so can i request a part 2 of it where the next day when denji, aki and power are patrolling the town and they walked pass a bakery and denji remembered what happened yesterday and forced aki to get inside and buy him melon bread but was greeted by the reader who's family owns the bakery (this is my first time requesting so sorry if it gets confusing and feel free to ignore this if u dont want to or if it makes u uncomfortable :3)
and can i be the ๐Ÿฆˆ anon thankksss hope u have a good morning/evening/night ^_^
Denji Hayakawa - "Half Your Melon Bread" 2
๐Ÿ‡.โ€ขยฐโ€ข.๐Ÿ‡.โ€ขยฐโ€ข.๐Ÿ‡.โ€ขยฐโ€ข.๐Ÿ‡.โ€ขยฐโ€ข.๐Ÿ‡.โ€ขยฐโ€ข.๐Ÿ‡.โ€ขยฐโ€ข.๐Ÿ‡.โ€ขยฐโ€ข.๐Ÿ‡.
Hey ๐ŸฆˆShark anon! Sorry for the absurdly long delay, but I've finally completed your ask. At first, I was just going to ignore it since โ€œHalf Your Melon Breadโ€ was supposed to be a one-off thing, but the more I thought about it, the more I came to like it! โ€”Benny๐Ÿฐ Part 1
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๐Ÿžโ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿฅโ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿฅ–โ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿซ“โ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿฅจโ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿฅฏโ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿฅžโ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿง‡
Aki wasโ€ฆ perplexed to say the least. The fiend(?) that he had been tasked to watch over hadn't so much as muttered Makima's name since yesterday; it was kind of unsettling. All the blonde idiot seemed to do was stare off into the distance and mutter something about bread.
While the topknot-styled man was a bit relieved that he wasn't being bothered by both of the idiots under his watch; he did grow a bit concerned. It seemed as though Power had as well, judging by the hard stare that she was drilling into the side of the Chainsaw Devil hybrid's head. The strawberry blonde hadn't uttered a word since they left the house; only staring at him in silence with a deep frown on her face.
Denji himself was deep in thought. That strangerโ€ฆ he never got their name; they left before he could ask. He did remember their face though, so he'll definitely thank them when he sees them again and maybe they'd let him touch their chestโ€”
Bonk!
The dirty blonde walked right into a light pole while he was distracted by his thoughts. The boy groaned as he clutched his head in a futile attempt to soothe the pain and the ringing in his ears. As he looked at what he'd run into, he saw a soft yellow light in the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he saw that he, Aki, and Power were standing in front of a bakery.
A bakeryโ€ฆ Bakingโ€ฆ Bread is bakedโ€ฆ Oh! Melon bread! He could get some of that here!
Quickly, Denji walks into the building, ignoring the annoyed protests of the senior devil hunter and cheers for food from the blood fiend. The smell of buttery freshly baked dough immediately permeated his nostrils as he walked through the door. It was a comforting but hunger-inducing smell that had likely not only him, but everyone else in the building heavily salivating.
โ€œWelcome to Chubby Bunny Bakery; I can help you right over here, Sir.โ€ย ย 
A voice from behind the dirty blonde draws his attention from observing the bakery's interior and to the order station.
The devil man's eyes widen as he sees the figure standing behind the display case. It was the stranger from yesterday in the park! They were holding onto a sheet pan of cookies; sliding the display case glass backing to the side and putting the pan of cookies inside.
โ€œIt's you!โ€ย ย 
Denji exclaims as he, rather rudely, points at them; finger only inches from their face due to how close he already was.
The stranger stares at him for a bit before they chuckles and gently grab his wrist to pull his hand down. They grab a small menu card from a stack of them that sits next to the register and place it in front of him with a small smile.
โ€œYes, it's me, bread boy. Did you have anything in mind already? If not, you can look at our menu here to help you decide.โ€ย ย 
The stranger tells him, tapping the menu card between them twice.
โ€œOh! Uhโ€“ melon bread. Plโ€”โ€ย ย 
The devil man was interrupted by a firm grip on his shoulder flipping him around to face an incredibly annoyed aki.ย 
โ€œAnd what money are you going to use to pay for it? Not mine.โ€ย ย 
The raven-haired man asked rhetorically as he glared at the younger boy.
While Aki was talking the stranger came back to the front with a beige wax paper bag in their hand and held it out to the dirty blonde. Denji gingerly took it in his hand, ignoring his superior's irate rantings, and pulled out the glazed treat. He took a hesitant bite and his cheeks flushed a soft pink as the sweet melon flavor washed over his tongue; ignoring the aching in a few of his poorly managed teeth.
The stranger smiled at him before turning to the top-knot-baring man with their hand out expectantly. Aki sighed as he realized that he would be paying for Denji's food after all. Shoving his hand into his back pocket; he takes out his wallet and reluctantly forks over the needed amount, though not before he throws a nasty glare the younger boy's way.
โ€œSo, uh, I never got your name. Or gave you mine, really. I'm Denji.โ€ย ย 
The dirty blonde shyly muttered between nibbles of his sweet treat.
The stranger chuckles at his timid demeanor, figuring that he was just feeling a little embarrassed by the fact that he had no money. They rest their chin in the palm of their hand as they look him up and down; thinking about how he kind of reminds them of a dog.
โ€œWell, nice to meet you, Denji. I'm [Name].โ€ย ย 
They introduce themself lazily; taking his hand in theirs and giving it a firm shake.
Suddenly though, the baked treat was snatched from the dirty blonde's hand by a wild Power as she dashed to the door.
โ€œSharing is caring, henchman!โ€ย ย 
The blood fiend shouts as she is chased out of the door by both males.
[Name] stares at the door for a few seconds before letting out an amused chuckle. What a strange bunch, they thought with a smile.
๐Ÿžโ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿฅโ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿฅ–โ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿซ“โ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿฅจโ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿฅฏโ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿฅžโ€ขโ™กโ€ข๐Ÿง‡
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