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사랑 ૮꒰ྀི ୨ ៸៸៸ ୧ ྀི꒱ა ❤︎ ໋𓈒 ◍

౨ৎ　୨˚̣̣̣୧　୨୧　੭୧　೨౿　ೀ　𝜗ৎ　𖧁୧
ꪆ୧　೨୧　୨ৎ　𝜗౿　𑄽𑄺　᧔᧓　𝒢𑄺　𝜗𝜚　𝜗ৎ

⦃ ⦄　⦅ ⦆　⦇ ⦈　⦉ ⦊　⧼ ⧽　﹙ ﹚　﹛ ﹜
﹝ ﹞　𓆩 𓆪　꒰ ꒱　ཐི ཋྀ　ପ ଓ　⊱⊰
ઇଓ　⪩⪨　꒰ఎ ໒꒱　꒰ঌ ໒꒱　᠀୧

𓎟　𓎡　𓎢　✿　❀　｡　˚　˳　∘　◡
◠　ᴗ　ᴖ　╭　╯　╰　╮　⟢　⟣　⟡　❛
❜　❝　❞　☆　★　✦　⋆　✰　✮　✩　✧
𓈒　₊　⁺　ʚ　ɞ　⁾　₍　₎　⁽　𓂃　♡　♥︎
⌣　　⌢　⠀╬⠀╪　⌓　†　⏖　⊹　✙　✚　⦂
†⃨⃰ 　⠀།† ‧̍̊ ི 　⠀⦅ྐ✚͜͡⦆

◞◟◝◜⠀˚. ˖ ۫⠀♱◌⠀𖥟⠀·͙⠀𖧧̣̥⠀𖥨᩠ׄ݁⠀༢ུ⠀𓉳
◟ ͜ ◞⠀◜ ͡ ◝

⊃ ⠀◌ ⠀┄⠀ 𝒢 ⠀◞⠀ ⁺⠀ ⥰ ⠀𓍢 ⠀𓂃 ⠀𓂅 ⠀𓏲 ⠀ᴗ⠀ᴖ⠀﹒⠀♰⠀♱⠀☆⠀★⠀✦⠀✰⠀˚⠀｡⠀。⠀˳⠀﹐⠀†⠀┄⠀𓂅⠀⊂⠀⊃⠀∪⠀⋂⠀✿⠀―⠀﹢⠀﹘⠀𓈊⠀𓎟⠀𓎡⠀◠⠀◡⠀ᶻz⠀╰⠀╮⠀╭⠀╯⠀◞⠀ ◟⠀◜⠀◝⠀ıllı⠀ꜝ⠀⚢⠀⚣⠀⚥⠀₊⠀𝜗𝜚⠀﹫⠀♩⠀𓏲⠀𝄢⠀∿⠀⊰⠀⟡⠀⊹⠀ʬʬ⠀꜆⠀ ˘⠀➴⠀♪⠀═╪⠀⩇⠀︵⠀﹑⠀⇄⠀⇅⠀⇉⠀—⠀ꜜ⠀♫⠀⥰⠀⤷⠀◌⠀♡⠀♥︎⠀⦂⠀⋌⠀⋋⠀⁾⠀⟆⠀⬭⠀⬬⠀＞⠀＜⠀︿⠀⍵⠀﹙⠀﹚⠀⏆⠀🜲⠀❛⠀❜⠀➳⠀⿸⠀┈⠀⪩⠀⪨⠀➷⠀⌓⠀₎⠀⤹⠀✻⠀─⠀✾⠀⊢⠀⤶⠀﹏⠀❀⠀⫟⠀↶⠀⟡⠀▽⠀⑅⠀⏖⠀↺⠀↷⠀⁘⠀═╬⠀⟢⠀⸝⠀❝⠀❞⠀⿻⠀﹕©⠀━━╋━⠀✞⠀𝄞⠀╱⠀╲⠀⠀⌣⌣⠀⠀⌢⠀⠀♮⠀⁺⠀ꜛ⠀﹪⠀⚘⠀⭒⠀︶⠀✧⠀ᵎ⠀⭑⠀˒⠀˓⠀﹗⠀⁾⠀⏦⠀˼⠀𓏏⠀×⠀✮⠀✩⠀⧼⠀⧽⠀⩋⠀✺⠀𝜗𝒞⠀₍⠀✤⠀•⠀│⠀﹣⠀♬⠀𐐩⠀˛⠀➛⠀🝮⠀𓂂⠀⤾⠀❦⠀➥⠀☾⠀☽⠀𓈒⠀╬═⠀⬩⠀∬⠀〣⠀×⠀𐐪⠀ɞ⠀﹔⠀✸⠀𝛏⠀⨳⠀⏇⠀𓎟⠀𓎢⠀𓎡⠀𓎠⠀𓏏⠀𓌔⠀𝒢𝒞⠀𝜗𐑞⠀𝒢ϱ⠀𝜗⍴⠀𝒢℘⠀𝜕ℯ⠀
◟ ͜ ◞◟ ͜ ◞◟ ͜ ◞◟ ͜ ◞◟ ͜ ◞◟ ͜ ◞　♡⃟͚̊　‧✧̣̥̇‧　𓃹　ᦸᩚ　꒰ꦼ　｡ﾟ　ᨳ᭬　྇　🂱　𓋫　︶　☾☽　✧　◞◟◝◜　◜ི◝ྀ　◝ྀ　ୢ˚.　˖ ۫　♱◌　𖥟　·͙　𖧧̣̥　𖥨᩠ׄ݁　ུᩧ　༢ུ　ྀུ　𓉳　໒ ᩧ꒱　໒ ᩧ　꒰ᩧ৯　꒰ᩧv৯　ཤ　ཥ　 ^ིྀ　♡ྀི　ꢆ　♡̶　♡ྀ　♡̷　♡̵　𝒢　𝒢𑄺　𐔌　꣓　ᘛ　ᘚ　𑣿ྀིྀ　◟ ͜ ◞　◜ ͡ ◝　♪　♩　♫　♬　𓏏𓏏　𓎟𓎟　†๋　†ั　꒰͡†　　☆　★　𖩤𖩣　𖩨　𖾞　𖾝　𖾜　𛱺　𛱻　𛱼　𝜗𝜚　𞥙　𑅛𑅫　𑐉　𑐈　𑒱　𑒲　𑙗　𑙙　𑙗𑙙　𑙑　𑙒　𑙕　𑚅　𑚮　𑜩　𑅝　𑅞　𑅕　𑅒　𑅫　𑅛　ꢸ　ꢹ　ꢶ　ꣀ　꣑　꣒　꣑꣒　ꦃ　ꦌ　꣑ꦌ　꧌　꧊　ꦿ　ꫂ　　︩　︪　𐏐　𐏑　𐨿　𐨠　᭟　᭕　᭔　ᭃ　ᭂ　ᬾ　ᬿ　ᬹ　ᬸ　⚸　❧　❦　⨢　⨥　⼎　、　〟　꒸　꒹　ꢷ　ु　ो　ऻ　२　६२　া　ໃ　ໃ𑄺　༑　༈　༬　༩　༳　༲　ႛ　ႚ　℘　꒰　꒱　꒰꒱　ཊ　ཉ　𑁘　𑁙　𑁚　𑁤　𑁥　𑁨　𑁩　𑁬　𑁭　𑁯　𑄻　ᓭི　ᓯྀ　✚　ᛪ༙　✚　ᛪ༙　𝄢　❀　　ꮽི　༏ྀ𑇒　ᩘ♱ྀི　𓉸ྀི　հ　𓍼　𓏲　༉　ℓ　　་།་　། ິ　꒦ີ　๑⃙⃘　⋟　⋞　ᓭི༏　༏ᓯྀ　༏　’　༘　˚　εϊз　𓋼　𓍊　◛　ꈊ　✚　ꗃ　ᩘ　❀　𓎟⠀　૮꒰ྀི　૮　꒱ྀིა　ა　૮ིྀ　ིྀა　┣▇▇▇═──　ℜ　ꈍ ᴗ ꈍ　ᐢ.ˬ. ᐢ　ᦲ ᆺ ᦲ　:‹　♡̵　❧⠀╳　✕　༻　༺　✁　✃　࿐　༊　ᶿ̴̤᷇ ˒̫ ᶿ̴̤᷆　†⃨　﹒　. ۫ ·　᧔᧓　˖ ࣪ㅤㅤꪮꫀ　⠀͡꒱　·̩͙　꒰͡𑁬　　ྀུ ࿐　﹒　ིྀ　　ˋૢ　ೃ࿔　‎ ִֶָ ᤴ　ཐི ཋྀ　ཐ ཋ　𓏴　𓏵　࿐　ꪮ𑁨　𑁥𑄺　𑁘 𑁙 𑁚 𑁤 𑁥 𑁦 𑁨 𑁩 𑁬 𑁭 𑁯 𑄻　𓏶　ృ　𓂂　　࿐ྂ。　๋　ั　ꪇ　ꪻ　ꪮ౿　𝜗౿　𑄽𑄺　ᤳ　♱　♰　✟　✞　✝︎　☨　†　┊　𓋜　．﹒　𐙚　೨౿　੭୧　౨ৎ　୨୧　୨˚̣̣̣୧　ꔫ　ꪆৎ　𖧁୧　౨୧　೨୧
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ꜱᴛʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴠᴇ

ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʙ ᴛɪᴍᴇ

ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴀɴᴍᴀɪʟ

ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ꜱᴘᴏɴꜱᴏʀꜱ

ᴀ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴏʀ

ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ

ʜᴇʏ ᴄʜᴀᴛ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟɪᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ?

ᴅᴇʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏᴅ

ᴍᴏᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ

ꜱᴛʀᴇᴀᴍ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴏɴ

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ?

ɪ'ᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ

ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇ

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴠɪʙᴇ

ʏᴏ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴠᴏᴅꜱ!

✺ 『 ꜱᴛʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴠᴇ┆ic. 』

♕▐  ᴀ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴏʀ ┊ 『 ooc. 』

♕▐  ᴀ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴏʀ ┊ ☾ ooc. ☽

♕ 『 ᴀ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴏʀ┆ic. 』

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𖤓▐  ꜱᴛʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴠᴇ┊☾ ic. ☽

♕▐  ᴀ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴏʀ ┊ ☾ ooc. ☽

☆▐  ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʙ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ┊ ☾ companion; x. ☽

✉▐  ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴀɴᴍᴀɪʟ ┊ ☾ answered ask. ☽

©▐  ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ꜱᴘᴏɴꜱᴏʀꜱ┊☾ credit. ☽

✿▐  ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ ┊ ☾ headcanon. ☽

❀▐  ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴠɪʙᴇ ┊ ☾ musings. ☽

☑▐  ʜᴇʏ ᴄʜᴀᴛ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟɪᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ? ┊ ☾ save. ☽

⟳▐  ꜱᴛʀᴇᴀᴍ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴏɴ┊☾ queue. ☽

♫▐  ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇ┊☾ audio. ☽

㏒▐  ʏᴏ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴠᴏᴅꜱ! ┊ ☾ thread; x. ☽

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㊋▐  ɪ'ᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ ┊ ☾ visuals. ☽

✎▐  ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ?┊☾ prompt. ☽

☒▐  ᴍᴏᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ┊☾ to be deleted. ☽

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㊋▐  ɪ'ᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ ┊ ☾ visuals. ☽

✎▐  ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ? ┊ ☾ prompt. ☽

☒▐  ᴍᴏᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ┊ ☾ to be deleted. ☽

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ღ▐  ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜʙꜱᴄʀɪʙᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ┊☾ commission board. ☽

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↳ SYMBOLS 4 !!

𝟅𝟈𝞋𝞎 𝝑𝝔 𝜗𝜚 𝛝𝛠 ϑϱ ꝯϱ 𝜗𝜚 𝜗𝒞﹒ ˚ ｡ ⠀。 ˳ • ◌ ⬭ ⬬ 〇 𓂂 𓈒 𓎟𓎟 ✚ ✛ ✜ ♰ ♱ † ✞ ✟ ☥ ☨ ⸸ ═╪ ═╬ ━━╋━ ☆ ★ ✰ ✮ ✭ ✬ ✫ ✦ ✧ ⟡ ⊹ 𝅄 ⭒ ♡ ‹𝟹 ❥ ♥︎ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ 𝄞 ﹐ ꜝ ﹫ ⦂ ﹪ ﹔ ︖  𓂃 𓏲 ∿ ⊰ ❛ ❜ ⁘ ❝ ❞ © 𐐪ɞ 𝛏 ／ 𝇂 𐙚 ᶻz 𓈊 ⌓ ⑅ ⏦ ﹏ ✿ ❀ ❁ ✾ ❅ ✐ ⌕  ⸝ 𝇁𝇃 ıllı ﹘ ﹣ =͟͟͞  ⟅ıIIı⟆ “ ” „ ‟ ‘ ’ ‚ ‛ ᴗ ᴖ ⊂ ⊃ ∪ ⋂ ◠◠ ◡◡ ╰ ╮ ╭ ╯ ◞  ◟ ◜ ◝ ︵︵ ﹙ ﹚ ₍ ⁾ ₎ ⠀⌣⌣⠀ ⠀⌢⠀ ︶︶ ᵔ ⏑ ⏖ ˍ ⎯ ‒ ― ─ ─ ━ ┄ ┅ ┈ ┉ ╌ ╍ ➔ ➘ ➙ ➚ ➜ ➝ ➞ ⋆ ✰ ɞ ଘ ﹅ ՙ 𓄼 ｡ ✰ ⿻ ᕱ ⑅ ⌕ ◜ ◝ ◕ ◔ ⨾ ᕬ ꧔ ࿔ ✧ •᷄ࡇ•᷅ ୭✦ ♡ ˒˒ ، ꒦꒷ ᯽ ⋆ ✰ ɞ ଘ ﹅ ՙ 𓄼 ପ ᨳ 𖧧 ᨦ 𓂅 𓄹 ⍝ ﹆ ≀﹟ ‹𝟹 ៸៸ ✿𝆬 ৎ୭ ﹏ ੭ ໒〝 ҂ ִֶָ ꃋᴖꃋ 𖦹 ∞ ᘏ ᨒ 𖥻 ᠈ ꐑꗃᨵ𓈈 ⬫ 𓍯 ⩩ ♡̶！ ʾʾ₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎ ՙ ૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა . 𖣯 ⋆ ˖ ࣪ ! 𓈈𓂃⬫ ׂ ׅ 🎂 𓂃 ૮₍ ៸៸ ᵜ ก ₎ა ֶָ ׁ ❁̶ (●´⌓`●) ᘒ ˖˙‹𝟯 ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ ◌ ⊹ 🍸 ◜｡ ࣪ ⁺⋆𖧷 ⊹○ﾟ˖ 𓆦 ₊˚ ※  ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ 𖥦 ⸱៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ 𓂃ˑ ֗ ˖⋆⑅˚₊ 📻 🪰 ִ ۫ ⁎ .  𓏲࣪ ּ  ֗ ִ  ּ ۪  ⊹ 𓄹 ࣪ . ݁ ٬٬ ࣪﹒ʬʬ﹒⪩⪨﹒⟡﹒ᐢ..ᐢ﹒◖﹒⇅﹒○﹒✿﹒⊹﹒∇﹒✸﹒⟢﹒❀﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒♡﹒〇﹒ıllı﹒ᶻz﹒⊂⊃﹒␥﹒⿸﹒ꔠ﹒✶﹒◍﹒▿﹒⤸﹒⬚﹒៶៸﹒△﹒→﹒✶﹒（）﹒▥﹒⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ ♡ ₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ 𐙚⋆˙˚◞♡ ✮⋆˙ ₊˚⊹♡ : ̗̀➛ ׂׂૢ ╰┈➤ ✎ - ,, -‘๑’- ・❥・ ༊*·˚ ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ ☄. *. ⋆ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ੈ✩‧₊˚ ✧.* ೃ⁀➷ ⋆·˚ ༘ * ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ·˚ ༘ *ೃ༄ .ೃ࿐ ੈ✩‧₊˚ ⋆.ೃ࿔:･ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ ⍣ ೋ ‗ ❍ ¡! ❞ ﹌﹌﹌ 彡 ▓ ღ ꕥ ‿‿‿‿ *+:｡.｡ •·.·''·.·• ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ * ˚ ✦ ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- . . . . . ╰──╮ ╭──╯ . . . . . ↳ ❝ [] ¡! ❞ - ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ ✧˚ · . ˚ · . ༉‧₊˚. '•.¸♡ ♡¸.•' +:ꔫ:﹤ ﹥:ꔫ:+ﾟ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ ୨୧ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ ≡;- ꒰ ° ꒱ ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫⎙ ⩇ ⩉ ꐑ 𖣯 ⌕ ᨒ ᯤ ᯅ 𖤘 � 𖥦 ⏃ % 𓍯 𔗫 𔖲 𓂃 ﹆ ﹅ 𓄼 𓄹 ᭣ ꧞ 𓏲 𓂅 ꣼ ࿓ ࿔ ༄ ⌗ 𓈒 ⊹ 𖥔 ᨵ ꑘ ᜊ ᦒ ଘ ◖ ◗𖠗 ꗃ ٩ ะ ≛ ߸ 𖡡 𝆺𝅥 ꩜ 𖣠 𖦹 ❤︎ ♥︎ 𔘓⁩ ♡ ᥫ᭡ ✶ 𖤐 ★ 𒀭 𑁍 ꕤ ❑ ❒ !i！？!!﹗⦂ 𓈃 𓄲 𓄴 𓈀 𓊔 ❝ ❞ ❛❜ ୨୧ ‣ › ⌫ ✧ ✦⭒ ✓ ✘ 𓈈 ᚙ ⩨ ▚ ₆⁶₆ ஃ ⿴ ⿻ ꭑ ᧑ 𐐫 𝗈︩︪ ꒰ ꒱ ʚ ɞ “” ⌨︎ ⚠︎ ꒰꒱ ☻ ✰ ❏ ˖* ೃ࿔ 𓆉◡̈ ꒦꒷ ✎ ᝰ ✿ ⚡︎ ☁︎ ⋆ ⋆⑅˚₊ ♡̆̈ 𓍲 𓍱 ꪔ̤̥ 𓍯 ꊞ 𓂃 ꕀ ﹆ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ⤾ ・°☆ ✎ ̼ ◡̈ ⑅ ♡̷ 𖦹 ･͛♡̷̷̷･͛ ᐧ༚̮ᐧ =͟͟͞♡ εїз ᙏ̤̫ ˳✧༚ /✿ ˙ᘧ ͜ ˙ ♡ ⊸ ꒰ ❛ ❜ ꒱ ‎♡⃕ ◡̈ ˚◞♡ ⃗ ʬʬʬ ༊·˚ ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖° ꪔ̤̥ ˙ ͜ʟ˙ ‎♡‧₊˚ ◡̎ ♡̷ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ 𓆸 ꔛ *﹆ =͟͟͞ ♡̩͙ ꙳ ⋆ ⸝⸝ യ *◞ ♡･ ͜ʖ ･ . ˚◞♡ ෆ ･῾ ᵎ ⌇ ⁺◦ *´ސު｀ ‎ ༘⋆ ꙳ ꕀ ꒰ 𖧧 ·͜·♡ ꒱ ღ ⋆ ꕤ ♡ ⊹ ★꒷ ᵎᵎ ₊ ⨾ ⋆ ʚ ɞ ✦ ♥︎ ∞ 𑁍 𓍯　　⸝⸝⸝　　𓅿　　𖠋　　𓍲 𓍱　　𖥧 𖧧 ˒˒ 𖤣𖤥𖠿𖤣𖤥　　𓇥 　֒　　☄︎　　𓆱　　𓂃𓊝𓄹𓄺 ‎　𓌉◯𓇋　　𓎩 ⸝⸝　　𓌈˒˒　　⍤　　𓆸 𓊆 𓊇　　꒰ ꒱　　˗ˏˋ ˎˊ˗　　⌇　　ꪔ̤̮　　ꪔ̤̥ • + . ˙ ✦ ��ㅤ°. • °. ✿ * · ✮ . • • ⊹ . ✧ ⊹　 ˚ 　 * · 　 ✮ . .　 ★ ·　 ⊹　 + * 　 ⊹ 　 °. * ✧ .𓈀 𖦥 ﹅ ンㅤꞋꞌꞋꞌ ㅤィ % 𓂃 ㇁ ◒ ！ ンㅤ╮ ⟆ ﹏ ！ 𓂃𓈒 ﹑ ζ ㅤ﹏ ⨾ㅤ 𓈈ㅤ❨ ᨓ ⎓ ° ？ 𓈒ㅤ▱ 𓂅 𓂃 ⨾ ᘒ ◟ ζ 𓍢 ◖ ᨓ ♡ ■ 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 ⩩﹒ʬʬ﹒⪩⪨﹒⟡﹒ᐢ..ᐢ﹒◖﹒⇅﹒○﹒✿﹒⊹﹒∇﹒✸﹒⟢﹒❀﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒♡﹒〇﹒ıllı﹒ᶻz﹒⊂⊃﹒␥﹒⿸﹒ꔠ﹒✶﹒◍﹒▿﹒⤸﹒⬚﹒៶៸﹒△﹒→﹒✶﹒（）﹒▥﹒▤﹒▦﹒▧﹒▨﹒▩﹒░﹒▒﹒▓﹒⿴﹒◫﹒⬚﹒▣﹒≧≦﹒ㄑ﹒⎙﹒➜﹒★﹒⨳﹒✿﹒❀﹒✶﹒✸﹕☆﹒◐﹒◉ ﹒◖◗﹒▽﹒ᶻz﹒‹𝟹﹒♡﹒ᐢ..ᐢ﹒﹫﹒⿴﹒→﹒☓﹕ᵔᴗᵔ﹒⺌﹒⪩⪨﹒◎﹒⊹﹒ᶻ﹕→ ．(＞。☆)﹔⇆﹒ꜛ﹒░﹒❥﹒？﹒！﹒◍﹒﹏﹒✦﹒⟡﹒＞＜﹒◌﹒⿴﹒✧﹒𖥔﹒%﹒﹙﹚﹒◜◡◝﹒ꜝꜝ﹒⟡﹒⪩⪨﹒☓﹒⬦﹒✦﹒◈﹒✶﹒⬙﹒⟡﹒⇆﹒♡﹒﹢﹒ᶻ﹒✹﹒﹢﹒✶﹑〇﹐罒﹢♡﹒⇆﹑⬚﹐ᶻ﹒❀﹐✶﹒▹﹒◖﹒✩﹒∇﹒▨﹐◌﹐❀﹒⿴﹒✿﹢﹐░﹒ᶻz﹐☆﹒⊂⊃﹑ⵌ﹒▦﹒✿﹒⺌﹒◂﹒⿴﹒❰❰﹒♡﹒ᶻz﹒❥﹒⩇﹒⊞﹐ʬʬ﹒♢﹐ᐢ..ᐢ﹐✩﹒ᶻz﹒❥﹒⟡﹒✷﹒✕﹐〇﹐✿﹒Ꜣ﹒⟡﹒˃̵ᴗ˂̵﹒♡﹐≋﹒⊂⊃﹒ᐢᗜᐢ﹒❀﹒﹢﹒⇵﹒⪨﹕↺﹐✿﹒Ꜣ﹒✶﹐≋﹒⇆﹐ʬʬ﹒﹗﹐➜﹒⬦﹕ᶻz﹒✦﹒﹢﹒▢﹒░﹒⭔﹒ʬʬ﹒✿﹒☰﹐◖◗﹒？﹒✶﹒﹏﹒ꕀ﹑ᵔᴗᵔ﹒ᗢ﹒✿﹐⊂⊃﹒ᐢᗜᐢ﹒ꕀ﹐リ﹐口﹐ꕀ﹒（｀δ´）﹒口，✿﹐⊂⊃﹒ᐢᗜᐢ﹒░﹒𖦹﹐゛✿﹑（｀δ´）﹒イ。ꕀ﹑リ﹐⊂⊃﹒ꔠ﹒口﹐･ᴗ･﹒░﹑リ﹒◐﹐、﹕✧﹒✶﹔？﹐ʬʬ﹒▹﹒❀﹒⭔﹒▿﹒⺡﹒✿﹒﹢﹒░﹑⬦﹒૪ ﹒〹﹒罒﹒ᶻz﹒◎﹐ꕀ﹒◖◗﹒⺌﹒〣﹒ᗢ﹒⺌﹒⿸﹑ꔠ﹒❀﹒➜﹒▦﹒◐﹒✷﹒◉﹒⿴﹒⿻﹒✦﹒★﹒☆﹒ıllı﹢☆﹒❀﹕▧﹒⟡﹒★﹕ıllı﹒▒﹒◎﹐☆﹒ꕀ﹐➜﹒⪩﹒〇﹐➜﹒★﹕◐﹒％﹕▧﹒⊂⊃﹒♡﹒ꕀ﹒ᶻz﹒₊ˎ✧﹒⪩﹒˃ᴗ˂﹕˃ᗜ˂﹕⿴﹒ᶻz﹒☆﹔⿴﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒➜﹒⭔﹕⪩⪨﹢◒﹒◎﹒✿﹒⊂⊃﹔♡﹒◍﹒✦﹒⪩⪨﹒▧﹒⟡﹕➜﹐▦﹐✦﹒✶﹐﹢﹒ㄑ﹕ꕀ﹒＞＜﹐ꔠ﹐✿﹐×﹐丶﹐＞︿﹒リ﹕﹢﹐﹔★﹒ᶻz﹒⿴﹒⭔﹒✿﹒⊹﹒⭔﹒⨯﹒➜﹒★﹒◞﹒◟◝﹒◜﹒﹪﹒→﹐ıllı﹒★﹒✦﹒⌕﹒⌗﹒✿﹒⊹﹒✸﹒❍﹒⭓﹒◒﹒﹏﹒₊﹒▹﹒ᶻz﹒％﹒◖﹒░﹒ʬʬ﹒⿴﹒⫘﹒◎﹒⨳﹒⌕﹕★﹒☆﹒⌗﹐﹪﹐⌯﹐﹟﹐◐﹒▒﹒◎﹒⇆﹒☆﹒❀﹒☆﹒ıllı﹒↺﹒◍﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒░﹒⇵﹒▧﹒◍﹒♡﹕❀﹑⿸﹕▞﹒✿﹒╰﹒░﹐◎﹒♡﹒◜ᴗ◝﹒˃ᴗ˂ ♡﹐﹅﹒✿﹒⊞﹒ıllı﹒♡﹒⊞﹕▞﹒✿﹒❀﹒⌕﹒⿸﹒✶﹒❀﹒✷﹒✸﹒▒﹒ᶻz﹒✿﹐♡﹐❀﹒░﹒⇵﹒▨﹕◍﹒♡﹒⌕﹒˃̵ᴗ˂̵﹑♡﹒✿﹒◍﹒⊞﹒∇﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒◎﹒⇆﹒☆﹒@﹒˘ᗜ˘﹒☆﹔⿴﹒⪩﹐ᶻz﹒➜﹒⪩﹔◖﹐❀﹕⿸﹔﹢﹑ᐢᗜᐢ﹒⊂⊃﹑✿﹒◎﹒イ﹐ꕀ﹒˃̵ᴗ˂̵﹒✶﹒ꕀ﹒▦﹐⊂⊃﹒⇆﹒☆﹒⬚﹒❀﹕➜﹒⪩﹒ᗢ﹒◍﹒⊞﹒∇﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒◎﹒ᶻz﹒⪨﹒✶﹑✹﹒⪩。ꕀ﹒✿﹒リ﹒⊞﹒⟡﹒⿴﹒☓﹐⊂⊃﹒➜﹒⟡﹒⪩⪨﹒･ᴗ･﹒ꕀ﹒ᶻz﹒✿﹒◎﹒☓﹒☆﹔リ﹒˃̵ᴗ˂̵﹒✶﹑ꕀ﹒▦﹒リ﹐⇆﹒☆﹒⬚﹒❀﹕➜﹒⪩﹒〇﹒◍﹒⊞﹒∇﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒◎﹒ᶻz﹒⪨﹒✶﹑✹﹒⪩﹒ꕀ﹒✿﹔➜﹐﹏﹐★☆﹒┆︎﹒⩇﹒✿﹔✸﹕♡﹐◌﹒❥﹐％﹑〹．ʬʬ﹕੭﹐♢﹒口﹒⇣⇡﹒☆﹔⌗﹒⪩﹐ᶻ﹒➜﹒⪩﹔◖﹐❀﹕⿸﹑ᐢᗜᐢ﹒⊂⊃﹑✿﹒！﹒◎﹒リ﹐ꔠ﹐✿﹑∇﹒イ﹐ꕀ﹒˃̵ᴗ˂̵﹒✶﹑﹒ꕀ﹒▦﹒⊂⊃﹒⇆﹒☆﹒⬚﹒❀﹕➜﹒⪩﹒⩇﹕✿﹒ʬʬ﹕口﹐〇﹒◍﹒⊞﹒∇﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒◎﹒ᶻz﹒⪨﹒✶﹑✹﹒⪩﹐ꕀ﹒✿﹒⊞﹒⟡﹒⿸﹑␥﹒♡﹕リ﹒☓﹐⊂⊃﹒➜﹒⟡﹒⪩⪨﹒･ᴗ･﹒ꕀ﹒ᶻz﹒✿﹒☓﹒✩﹒⊞﹕❀﹑◌﹒⊞﹒✸﹕⌗﹕★﹒ᶻz﹒✦﹒★☆﹒ıllı﹢☆﹕❀﹒▧﹒⟡﹒★﹕ıllı﹐▒﹒◎﹐☆﹒ꕀ﹔➜﹒⪩﹒〇﹐➜﹒★﹕◐﹒％﹐⊂⊃﹒♡﹒ꕀ﹒ᶻz﹒✧﹒˃̵ᴗ˂̵﹕˃ᗜ˂﹒ꕀ﹒ᶻz﹒☆﹔⿴﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒➜﹒⭔﹕⪩⪨﹐﹢﹐◒﹒⊂⊃﹔♡﹒◍﹒✦﹒⪩⪨﹒▧﹒⟡﹕➜﹐▦﹒✦﹒✶﹐ㄑ﹕ꕀ﹒＞＜﹐ꔠ﹑ꕤ﹒░﹒◖﹒⟡﹒❀﹒→﹒⿴﹒⿻﹒⊞﹒♡﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒︴﹒✶﹒⭔﹐𓆩♡𓆪﹒リ﹒Ꮺ﹒キ﹒ꗃ﹒⿶﹒⌓﹒〹﹒⧅﹒◆﹒▽﹒ᐢ..ᐢ﹒⬙﹒⎙﹒◈﹒▣﹒ᶻz﹒⟢﹒ʬʬ﹒⊹﹒✷﹒◉﹒⿸﹒✶﹒❀﹒✷﹒⿻﹒⌇﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒◍﹒▿﹒⤸﹒○﹒░﹒⇵﹒☆﹒@﹒˘ᗜ˘﹒⬚﹒✸﹒▧﹒◎﹒♡﹒◜ᴗ◝﹒✸﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒✿﹑⟡﹒❀﹒★﹒➔﹒％﹒ᗜ﹔﹒⌗﹒﹪﹒﹒⟢﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒✮﹒^..^﹒✵﹒⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹ ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ✩ ✼　｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡ㅤ→ ༄ ‧₊˚ 「 」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ˀˀ ♡⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ⌦ ✗ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ↳ ❝ ❞ ➤ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧ ୧ ⋅┊ೃ ╰► ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ☆ ﹒︵ ﹕𖹭 ࣪ 𓈒 ⊹🎧₊ ◌ ۪ ࣪₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎˚୨୧ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆝⋆.˚ 𓇼 𓍯　　⸝⸝⸝　　𓅿　　𖠋　　𓍲 𓍱　　𖥧 𖧧 ˒˒ 𖤣𖤥𖠿𖤣𖤥　　𓇥 　֒　　☄︎　　𓆱　　𓂃𓊝𓄹𓄺 ‎　𓌉◯𓇋　

୨୧⸝⸝﹕﹐⊂✦⊃ ‹𝟹 ˚⋆𓇼˚⊹ 𖦹 ⁺｡° ᐢ..ᐢ ᘒ ∞ ⌗ ≀ ⁺ ˒ ७ ٫ ᨒ જ ◞ ७っ ٫٫ › ‹ ִֶָ ٫ ໋ ᘏ ، ‹𝟹 % ՚ : ζ ゜：✿ 。 𖥧 𓂃 ᨒ ୫ ૪ ໒ 𐂴 ৎ ຊ ∿ ꔵ 𓄼 ⨾ ⩇ ֶָ֢ ໋֢ 𖥻 ⋆ .˖ ᨳ᭬ ⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ୫꒷ 𖠵 ﹪ ⊹ ୨ ഒ ﾉ ༝ ⑅ ʚ ɞ ⸝ ੭ ᐢ..ᐢ ᘒ ∞ ⌗ ≀ ⁺ ˒ ७ ٫ ᨒ જ ◞ ᨓ ᭝ ᱺ ᳃ ◯ ◦ ◡ ◠ ⋆ ‹𝟹 ꜝꜝ ʚ ⌕ ׅ ࣪𓏲ּ ֶָ ⌗ ☘︎ 𐑺 ࿁ ܸ ݄ ɞ 𐄂 𐂴 𐋉 𐋃 𐙝 ⩀ ݀ ̫ ̲ ﹕ ﹐ ﹔ ﹆ ⠁ ⠘ ⟲ ⟳ ⟡ ⟄ ⟃ ➜ ᨒ ੭ ໒ ꗃ ᨵ ୧ ` ִֶָ֪֢ ▭���ǝ ⁃ ᕱ⠀⑅⠀𓂃⠀ヾ⠀✦⠀𓄼⠀২⠀୨⠀⋆⠀𓂅⠀⬪⠀ꕤ⠀ՙ⠀╰╮⠀♡̶⠀৲⠀ৎ⠀⬪˙ 𓈒⠀⌕⠀⊹⟆ ﹏ ！ 𝅓 𓂃𓈒 ﹑ 𖣯 ｡ ꞝ ⩇ ᰍ ≀ ໑ ﾞ ઉ ᨦ ദ ꒷꒦ ꣹ 𔓐 𒀭 ♡︎ ♥︎ 𖡩 ˀ ᵎ ✦ 𔒌 ʾ ໑ ▸ ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ ˖ . 𓄹 𓈒 𓍢 𐇵 ﹆ ✿ ˖ 𖥻 𓎆 ⏉ ੭ ꒳​ 。 ❤︎ 𖦹 ଘ ⤹ ꩜ ៹ ִֶָ ᨳ ⊹ 𖧵 ⩩ ៹ 𖤣 ꕀ 𝅦 ꔪ 𖡎 𖦆 𖤛 𔓕 𓆠 ꔛ 𝄰 ⁛ ˳ 𓈈 ✧ 𖠇 ⋕ 𓆦 ✶ ⭓ ⭔ ﹫ 𖠣 𝅏 ٠ ꐑ ！ 𖣠 ⿻ 𓆤 › 𐀔 જ ، 𝄿 𝆞 𝅘 ⌗ ꒰ ꒱ ﹏ ⁝ ⊹ ୨ ഒ ﾉ ༝ ⑅ ʚ ɞ ⸝ ੭ ↷ ⋯ 𑊩 𝆺𝅥 𓈒 ﹕ 𐫱 𓂅 ⋆ 𔖲 𓁹 𐇲 𔕱 𔒱 𓐩 𓆝 ▬ ▭ ❛ ❜ ❟ ✿ 𖠲 ꒷ ꒥ ꉂ ❩ ๑ Ꮺ ◌ ˖ ࣪ 𖠵 ٬ ⌕ 𔗫 ᥐ ʾ ֛ ៵ ◗ 𓇬︎︎ ᨦ ദ ꜝ ꜞ ◖ ┼ ▀ ▄ ▚ 𔗨 𓍲 ˖ 𓊿 ‣ ପ ﹏ ャ 𖥧 ▹ 𖡼 𖥨 𖠌 ୧ ⌇ 𖤣 ᐢ ¸ _ ◂ ๋ ა এ ঌ ໒. ᘛ ᘚ . .⃗ . ⁽ ⁾ ౿ ヾ ᘡ ९ ₆⁶₆ ๑ ᥀ ᖗ ଓ ৴. ৩ ↯ ᤩ ८ १ ഽ ˘ ˇ ৩ ও °. ୭ ꜜ ೨ ⃞ ৡ ২ ᘘ ﹢ ᖘ ﹙ ﹚ ₍ ₎ ণ ั ر ⃕ ١⠀ﻬ ७ ۫ ૬ ᝰ ⋆ ⌒ ✶ ঌ ᔉ ۵ ५ ✷ ༄ ˓ 𖥸 𓄻 𓏧 ⌁ ꗃ ꈍ. ᨒ 𖥻 爱 ᠈ ꐑ ꗃ ᨵ 𓈈 ⬫ 𓍯 ⩩ ♡̶ ！ ʾʾ ₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎ ՙ 𖥨 › ⤛ ⤜ ๋ ֢ ָ֪֢ ໑ ୧ ⬪ ʚ ୫ ៹ ᥫ᭡ .̑ 𖠵 𝅄 ˓˓ ⌯ 𓍼 ⸼ ☓ ﹫ ー ꣹ ⋄ 𓍢 𐄂 ⍈ 𐇵 ⎙⩇⠀⠀⠀𓄹ִִִִִִ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀˓⠀⠀˓⠀⠀ ✿⠀⠀⠀⠀՟ ⠀ ─ ⠀⠀·⠀·⠀·⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝆞⠀⠀⠀⠀“⠀⠀. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀▸ ⠀◃ ⠀༉‧₊˚. : ̗̀➛ ׂׂૢ ╰┈➤ ✎ - ,, -‘๑’- ・❥・ ༊*·˚ ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ ☄. *. ⋆ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ੈ✩‧₊˚ ✧.* ೃ⁀➷ ⋆·˚ ༘ * ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ·˚ ༘ *ೃ༄ .ೃ࿐ ੈ✩‧₊˚ ⋆.ೃ࿔:･ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ ⍣ ೋ ‗ ❍ ¡! ❞ ﹌﹌﹌ 彡 ▓ ღ ꕥ ‿‿‿‿ *+:｡.｡ •·.·''·.·• ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ * ˚ ✦ ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- . . . . . ╰──╮ ╭──╯ . . . . . ↳ ❝ [] ¡! ❞ - ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ ✧˚ · . ˚ · . ༉‧₊˚. '•.¸♡ ♡¸.•' +:ꔫ:﹤ ﹥:ꔫ:+ﾟ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ ୨୧ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ ≡;- ꒰ ° ꒱ ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ જ⁀➴ ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ♡.°₊ˎˊ˗ ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ♡.°₊ˎˊ˗ ⎙ ⩇ ⩉ ꐑ 𖣯 ⌕ ᨒ ᯤ ᯅ 𖤘 � 𖥦 ⏃ % 𓍯 𔗫 𔖲 𓂃 ﹆ ﹅ 𓄼 𓄹 ᭣ ꧞ 𓏲 𓂅 ꣼ ࿓ ࿔ ༄ ⌗ 𓈒 ⊹ 𖥔 ᨵ ꑘ ᜊ ᦒ ଘ ◖ ◗𖠗 ꗃ ٩ ะ ≛ ߸ 𖡡 𝆺𝅥 ꩜ 𖣠 𖦹 ❤︎ ♥︎ 𔘓⁩ ♡ ᥫ᭡ ✶ 𖤐 ★ 𒀭 𑁍 ꕤ ❑ ❒ !i！？!!﹗⦂ 𓈃 𓄲 𓄴 𓈀 𓊔 ❝ ❞ ❛❜ ୨୧ ‣ › ⌫ ✧ ✦⭒ ✓ ✘ 𓈈 ᚙ ⩨ ▚ ₆⁶₆ ஃ ⿴ ⿻ ꭑ ᧑ 𐐫 𝗈︩︪ ꒰ ꒱ ʚ ɞ “” ⌨︎ ⚠︎ ꒰꒱ ☻ ✰ ❏ ˖* ೃ࿔ 𓆉◡̈ ꒦꒷ ✎ ᝰ ✿ ⚡︎ ☁︎ ⋆ ⋆⑅˚₊ ♡̆̈ 𓍲 𓍱 ꪔ̤̥ 𓍯 ꊞ 𓂃 ꕀ ﹆ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ⤾ ・°☆ ✎ ̼ ◡̈ ⑅ ♡̷ 𖦹 ･͛♡̷̷̷･͛ ᐧ༚̮ᐧ =͟͟͞♡ εїз ᙏ̤̫ ˳✧༚ /✿ ˙ᘧ ͜ ˙ ♡ ⊸ ꒰ ❛ ❜ ꒱ ‎♡⃕ ◡̈ ˚◞♡ ⃗ ʬʬʬ ༊·˚ ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖° ꪔ̤̥ ˙ ͜ʟ˙ ‎♡‧₊˚ ◡̎ ♡̷ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ 𓆸 ꔛ *﹆ =͟͟͞ ♡̩͙ ꙳ ⋆ ⸝⸝ യ *◞ ♡･ ͜ʖ ･ . ˚◞♡ ෆ ･῾ ᵎ ⌇ ⁺◦ *´ސު｀ ‎ ༘⋆ ꙳ ꕀ ꒰ 𖧧 ·͜·♡ ꒱ ღ ⋆ ꕤ ♡ ⊹ ★꒷ ᵎᵎ ₊ ⨾ ⋆ ʚ ɞ ✦ ♥︎ ∞ 𑁍 𖢷 ۪ ࣪ ﹙☆﹚ ࣪ ִ ‹3 𖧧.𖥔 ݁ ˖⚘₊ ⊹𓏲 (｡>﹏< ? ♡ !! 𓂃 . ට . . . ˓˓ ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა ▯ ◠ ﹟𓈈 ᓚᘏᗢ ◠︰ ⨯ // ╰﹒(੭ ´͈꒳'͈)੭ ╰ ╯╭ ╮ᕱ‧ᕱ (๑•ᴗ•๑) ୨୧ • ·➤ ☆◞ ៸៸ 人 : ★⌒꒷꒦ ⊞ 𐅰 ⎗ 𖣯 ▦ 𐄹 ⋕ ＃ ꖛ 𖥻 ୭ꪆ ᥫ ᘏ Ꮼ ᘓ ୬ ෧ ᘡ 𖥨 𓈈 𓈀 𓈃 𓏔 ୨୧ • : :┊ ʚ︰ ₊˚✿ ꒱ ◠ ꒷꒦ ⌗ ．？！、＂＇（）＠／＆＿＃％；：＋＜＝＞〜… ˁ˙˟˙ˀ ꒷꒦ ๑ ♡ ﹕₊ ・ 〜 ꒷꒦꒰・ ˁ˙˟˙ˀ ୨୧ • : ୧ ₊˚ ⌗ ˁ˙˟˙ˀ ꒷꒦ ๑ ♡ ﹕₊˚ ✦・୨୧・ ˎˊ- 〜 ꒷꒦ ╭・꒷꒦꒰ ︵︵﹆ . ⁺ . ✦ ﹒₊��𓂃 ★﹒₊‧ ★・⸝⸝﹒₊˚﹕﹒₊‧ ﹒₊˚𓂃・﹕★﹒₊‧ ╰╮﹔﹒⧣₊˚ ˚₊﹒﹒╭╯ ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ╭╯ ╰╮l﹒⧣ 𓆩 𓆪 𓄴 𓄵 𓄶 𓄷 ❀ ꈍᴗꈍ ꃋᴖꃋ ⚞ ⚟ ◜◝◞◟(\ /) ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ # ᵎ ୧ ⬪ ʚ ୫ ៹ ꐑꐑ ᕬ ⎙ ৎ୭ ‹𝟹 ‹𝟥 ❨ ╲ ╱ ❩ ∀ ≧◡≦ ╰╮‹ゞˀˀᗢ__﹞﹝𑁯⌗。▭⋯⏝ — ୨୧ 𓂃 ꩜! . ૮ ╰・손 𓂅 ╭╯: 𖣠︶꒦꒷ ᗢ . ⌗𓂃 ২・◞ ・ ⸝⸝ ҂ 𓂃 ֙⋆ +．★☆ ᕱ⑅ᕱ ᰔ ⺌⺌ ︿︿ જ⁀➴ ᄋ﹟⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ★˖✦ › # ᵎᵎ モンスタ `·. :¨·.·¨: ⬫ 𓍯 ‹𝟹 ৎ୭ ⪧☆ 𖤐╰►✦₊×・ɞ﹕﹕୨ʚĭɞ୧﹕ ╰ʚ・ ୨୧ ˖ ˚ × ๑ ꈍᴗꈍ Ꮺ ᘏ ⁾ ୨୧・┈・-ଘ੭ˊᵕˋ੭～✧ʚ︰ ︶︶꒦︶꒷꒦︶︶꒷︶✧₊˚୨୧ ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 . 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ ✧ . ˖˳ ₊ * * ✦ . * ✦˳ ── ˖˚˳:: ๑✦୨୧・ ╰──・──・──・ ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ — ⸝⸝ ﾟ･｡･ ⨯ ʚ┊ ⨯ — ⊹ — ✦ ₊˚⌇ ₊˚๑ ゛ × ⌑・ ₊˚๑ ✦ ₊˚⌇ ₊˚๑ ︶꒷꒦ ‧₊ ︶꒷꒦︶꒦ ︶x꒦ • ๑‧˚₊4︶︶୨୧︶︶✦‧₊˚⊹ ˖˚₊ ✎ ( ˶ᵔᴗᵔ˶ ) ✧ ⌒⌒ ˚⊹ 「 」︰╮ ₊˚๑ ˖˚₊ ୨୧． ・୨୧ ︶︶︶꒷꒦꒷︶꒦꒷︶ ✦ ♡ ✧ ︶︶꒦︶︶꒷꒦꒷꒦︶ ୨୧． ⌒ ⌒ ⌒ ⌒ ‧₊˚๑ ── ♡ ⊹ ᵎᵎ ──・๑ ₊˚ ꒷꒦ ꒰꒱┇✧． ꒰꒱┇✦． ꒰꒱┇✧． ꒰꒱┇✦． ⁺ ˖˚ ໑ ₊˚ ──・──・・✧ ・・──・── ꒰꒰ ✎ :: ⊹ ── ． ． ┄┄ ₊˚๑ ・ ‧ ✎ ₊ ๑ ⋆˚. ⌒⌒ ₊ ๑ ⌒⌒ ₊ ๑ ⌒⌒ ♡₊˚ ❜ ๑ ₊˚ ꒷꒦ ꒰୨୧꒱． ꒰୨୧꒱． ┊ ๑ ˚. ┊ ︰ ┊ ⁀➷ ˖˚₊⠀⠀✧⠀ ♡⠀ ￤⠀✦ ⠀⠀┊ ◞⁺⊹． ⠀⠀꒦ 𖧷 ✦ ┊︰・˚₊ ┊꒰꒰ ꒱꒱ ₊˚๑ ✧ ꒷꒦︶ ︶꒷꒦꒷︶ ︶ ︶꒷꒦︶ ︶꒦︶ ︶ ・꒷꒦‧₊˚ ╭──・───────・ˊ＊ ╰──・───────・ˊ＊ ・꒷꒦‧₊˚ ︵ ⋆｡˚ ︵ ⋆｡˚ ⿻ ˒ 𓂃 ⸝⸝ ︵ ★ ⌒꒷꒦ ﹕⨳ ⁛★☆ 𓈀 : 𓂅 𓄹ㅤ ! ㅤ ৲ ■ ! 𖠳 𓂃 ▦ ! ꯴ ： ❛ ㅤ𖥻 ♥︎.ㅤ縙ㅤ𓍼ㅤ ⊹ ୨୧ (๑꧆◡꧆๑) #O1 , ᵎ ・┈・・┈・・┈・・┈・・┈・ ╰╮ ꒰꒰ㅤ﹕★ #O2 , ᵎ #O3 , ᵎ ꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒷꒦︶ : ＃ ☆★ !! — — — — — — — ੭ 𓂅 ・・♡ ~（ゝ。∂） ⋆ ࣪ ִֶָ . ꩜ ⁘ ︻ 上═ 𓂃 % ¿¿ ˑ ࿏ 𓄹 ࣪ ִֶָ ࣪ ּ ִ ִ ˑ (:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅::]̲̅:̲̅::) 𓂃 ִֶָ . ꩜ >﹏★/ ︻デ═ ╭ ﹆ ⁺ ╰╮° ˖ ┊໑ ₊˚ 人 %ᵕ‿‿ᵕ% ꒷꒦% ## 𖧧 𓂃໑#★ ⋆ ˚꒦꒷ ⋆ (ゝ'-')︻デ═一 * ‧ ⨯ . ⁺ ✦ 𓂂 ꙳ ੭ ₍ ₎ — ᠀ 𝟎𝟏 ! — ᵕ̈ ｡ — ˓ ⋆ 𝟎𝟐 ꜥꜤ ᐢ..ᐢ ━ 𝟎𝟑 ، ㅤㅤᘏ ﹕ ♥︎೨ 𓏲੭ ˒ 𒊹︎ ╰﹒ ˚ ⸼ ۫ 𓍯﹫ 𓏭 ั ᓚᘏᗢ ↯ . . . . ੭ ╾━╤デ╦︻⁰⁰¹∙ ﹕ ₊ ‧ ╱╳╲ ‧⁰⁰²∙ ,, ‧ ⁰⁰³∙ ﹕ ₊ ‧ ╱╳╲ ‧⁰⁰⁴∙ ,, ‧ ➜ ◠ ：ᨓᨓ ៹࣪ ៸៸╭━𖤘・˃ᴗ˂╰━꒰ ᵕ ༝ ᵕ ꒱⋋✦₊꩜﹒𓂅 ˇ ִֶָ ︰꩜？！⋆ 　 ﹒ 　⁺ 　﹒　 ☆ ﹒　　⁺ 　﹒⋆ 　 ﹒ 　⁺ 　﹒　 ★ ﹒　　⁺ 　﹒×ᄋ ☆ ⨾҂ᵎᵎ⁺˒ᘛᘚ✿೨୧ ₪◊⋐⋑˘˘˘Ɛ ❥ ⊹.˚ 𐔌♫ྀི𓈒 ݁⋆ ఇ ♩ ࿐ ᧔♡᧓ 𓊆ྀི 𓊇ྀི ❣︎ °୭̥ ✩ ໒꒱ ୨ৎ ೀ ⪩⪨ 𓋜 𐬹 ۫ ۪ ᩍ 𐙚 ₊˚⊹ᡣ𐭩 ⑅ 𓇥 .☽༊˚ ₊˚⊹౨ৎ ‧₊˚﹒♡﹗₊˚⊹❀

[dracosprettygirl]

HERE ME OUTTT, theo and draco's little sister who's been sheltered and maybe a little too loved by her family for her whole life. like hello? them being promised to each other since birth, it took a while but theo starts calling her his little fiance around school 😭

ღ my fiancée

Pairing: fiance!theo x malfoy!reader Word Count: 919 WordsSummary: You’ve spent your life being Draco Malfoy’s baby sister — protected, pampered, and promised to Theodore Nott since childhood. It’s never felt real… until Theo starts calling you his fiancée around school, and you realize he’s not joking. Warnings: Light teasing, overprotective!draco, angst, emotional confusion, familial expectations, arranged marriage, not proofread, let me know if i missed anything! A/N: sincere apologies because it took me too long to post today—i fell off a motorcycle lmao.

♫ invisible string by taylor swift.

You'd been called a lot of things at Hogwarts — princess, Malfoy's little sister, too polite to be a Slytherin. None of it ever really bothered you.

Being Draco's younger sister came with its own gravitational pull. People either bowed to the family name or avoided you like you were dipped in dark magic. Either way, you were never given the chance to just be.

Except around Theo.

Theodore Nott had always been there. At family gatherings, at summer dinners, standing silently at Draco's side since you were both children. Where Draco was loud and proud, Theo was quiet, watchful — never cruel, never unkind.

He was just... always watching.

You didn't realize how closely until sixth year.

It started with a rumor.

Someone had whispered in the corridor outside Charms, not even subtle about it.

"Did you hear? Nott calls her his fiancée now."

You'd almost dropped your ink pot.

When you confronted him, red-faced and wide-eyed, he just looked at you with that maddening smirk and said, "What? It's true. Don't look so scandalized, little fiancée."

You choked on your own tongue.

He did it again at breakfast two days later.

You were pouring tea when he slid into the seat beside you and drawled, "Careful, princess. Can't have my future wife scalding herself before our wedding night."

Draco snapped his head around so fast you heard the crack. Theo just sipped his tea.

It became a thing.

Casual, flippant references — "My betrothed," "My darling girl," "Future Mrs. Nott, don't forget your quill" — all with the smoothness only Theo could pull off.

You didn't know how to react.

You'd known about the arrangement. Of course you had. Your parents had teased you both about it since you were ten, usually after dessert and a few too many goblets of wine.

But it had never felt real. Just a fancy future wrapped in pureblood politics and outdated customs.

Until Theo started walking you to class.

Until he brushed your hand with his fingers every time he passed you a scroll, every touch deliberate.

Until you caught him staring across the common room with something dark and fond in his eyes.

It was all too much.

And somehow not nearly enough.

Draco cornered him first.

You found out because Pansy, ever the gossip, whispered about it between pages of Witch Weekly.

"Your brother nearly hexed Theo in the corridor by the Astronomy Tower," she said, chewing her licorice wand. "He said something about knowing exactly what Theo's playing at."

You tried not to let it show, but it did. Theo noticed.

He always noticed.

That evening, you fled to the greenhouse, needing space to think.

You shouldn't have been surprised when he found you there.

You heard the door creak open but didn't turn around. You were seated on the edge of a stone bench, watching the enchanted vines ripple under moonlight.

"I'm not stalking you, if that's what you're thinking," Theo said, voice low and amused. "Draco would kill me."

You didn't look at him. "You shouldn't joke about it."

He walked around to face you anyway, hands in his pockets, dark hair slightly messy from the wind. His tie was loose. His gaze wasn't.

"I don't joke about you."

Your heart did something painful in your chest.

"Then what are you doing?" you asked, finally looking up at him. "All the teasing, the names—are you trying to embarrass me? Humiliate me in front of the entire school?"

He blinked. "Is that what you think?"

You stood, crossing your arms. "I think you've had your fun."

A long silence. Then, softer: "I think I've been in love with you for longer than I know how to say. And I think calling you my fiancée is the only way I know how to protect what I feel without ruining it."

You froze.

Theo took a step closer.

"I don't care about the arrangement. I would've chosen you anyway. Even if we'd met as strangers. Even if you weren't Draco's sister or the girl who always reads at breakfast or the only person who ever asked if I wanted seconds at Sunday dinner."

You swallowed, throat tight.

"I said those things because they were true," he said. "And I thought maybe—just maybe—you'd want them to be true too."

Your voice was barely a whisper. "I didn't think you wanted me."

His expression softened — all the teasing melted away. He reached out, fingers curling around yours.

"I don't just want you," he murmured. "I've been yours. Quietly. Always."

Your fingers tightened in his.

"You called me your fiancée in front of everyone," you said, blushing.

He smiled. "They should know."

"And what if I want to be something more than a name?"

"You already are."

He leaned in slowly, giving you time to pull away.

You didn't.

His lips were warm and gentle against yours, the kind of kiss that felt like a promise.

When he pulled back, your forehead rested against his.

"You really mean it?" you whispered. "This isn't just a game?"

"No games," he said softly. "Just you. And me. And the fact that I plan to make you mine whether the contract says so or not."

The next morning, the Great Hall went quiet when Theo slid onto the bench beside you and dropped a soft kiss to your cheek.

Draco nearly spat his pumpkin juice across the table.

Theo just smirked.

"Morning, fiancée."

You didn't blush this time.

You kissed his cheek right back.

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Nami supremacy 🌷 (ღ˘◡˘ღ) ♫

if short hair Nami has 0 stans then I am dead

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✿ symbols coquette para bios e nick .

୨୧ ೀ ๑ ୭·࣭࣪̇˖ ˳೫˚∗ ࿐ ࿔*:･ ⁎⁺˳✧༚ ۫ ⋆ ࣪. ୧ ♡ ୨ ִ ۫ ⁎ . ༊*·˚ ઈઉㅤㅤ﹖ㅤ︖ㅤㅤ꒰ㅤ☆ㅤ꒱ㅤㅤ⪩⪨ㅤㅤ𑄽୧ㅤㅤꔫㅤㅤ✦ㅤㅤ���ㅤㅤ𔓕ㅤㅤ♡ㅤㅤ❀ㅤㅤꪆㅤㅤ﹫ㅤㅤ◌ㅤㅤ﹏ㅤㅤ᪶๑ ੈ♡‧ ੈ✩ ❁ೃ ⋆ ｡˚ ❀ ꒰ ꒱ ✩ೃ ♪ ♫ ♬ ツ ღ ✎ ❝ ❞ 헤이 ೄ ◎ ≡ ↺ 彡 ッ ღ εïз｡* >ㅅ< .ં ׂׂૢ ⚘ ♡°୭ ⌇⿴⚘݄݃ ₊˚.்— ─ ー 〜 ⁓ ∼ ･ ˖ · ◴ ◵ ◶ ◷ ↳ ↱ ↴ ➯ ↝ ➸ ➹ ↬ ↫ ￫ ➥ •♡ ࿐ ࿔ ･ﾟ ₊˚.༄ ୭̥° ༊·˚ ༉‧₊˚✧ 『 』「 」 ⌠ ⌡ 〘 〙〔 〕 « » ‹ › ◣ ◥ 𖥾 ᭨ི ྀྀ⏝ ʚ ɞ ꒰ ꒱ ˗ˏˋ ˎˊ˗ 。 =͟͟͞ ೃ ✦ ✧ ∗ ꍈ ＠ ∞ ❏ ❐ ❑ ❒ ω ░ ▒ ▓ ಌ ๑ ʚĭɞ ઇઉ ♡ ྀ ﹏ ⁀ ‿ tm ꓹ (ㅤ)c┊. ,! ,.۰ ۪۫۫ ❬“= ヾ ︿︿،، ⏧·₊. ❵ ♡೫ 룹‹3 ⌕  ៸៸  ᵎᵎ  ˒   ݁ 𖦹   ᨒ  @𖧡𖧗   ᨗ ᨳ ᇐ ꒷ ♡   ׁ   ׂ  ׅ𖥦  𖥨 𖧧 𖧷   𖧡𖧗 𖤥 𖤐  𖣯  𖣂  𖡡   𖡋 𖠗  ⎙   ␥   ◍   ☆   ★   ✞ ✦ ✩ 𖥻 ✼ ‧₊˚ 「 」 → ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ˀˀ♡⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ✗ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ↳ ❝ ❞ ➤ ↲ ۪۫❁ུ۪۪ ⎧ ୧ ⋅ ..⃗. ೃ ╰► ꒱ ➛ ❱ •˖ ℘ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ . › ᐢ • ˕ • �� ˖ ݁ ˓ 𖣠 ! › ๑・ꈊ ⍝ ʔ 𓏲·˚ 𖦆 ͙ ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ⑅₎ ⊹ 𖡼 ָ࣪ ˖ 𓏲࣪ 𓄹𓈒 ˖ ࣪ ꒷ ꐑꐑ𔘓 𖦹 𓍢 ›𓂃 ִֶָ ࣪ ǂ𖠵ぽ㍈▸ˑ ִֶָ ﹅あ ୨࣪.`⌁╳𖠚❛ꪶ  . ָ࣪ Ꮺ࣭۪࣪ ◝.﹟﹆ֹ‣ ˖˚ ャ๑٬٬ᵎᵎムꜜ¡ʕ•̫͡•ʔ ★ᰍ ҂ ꒦꒷꒦ ꙳໋͙ な! ☆★ヤ ✶ ⌗ ! ╲˚ׂᨘ ‣ 𖡄 ،،̲ ‹3 冬 ㆆ •⌕ 𖦥 𓂅 ꗃ⿻ ⬪ 𖦹 🂱 ˒ 𖥦 𓎆੭ ꞈ ❍ ✧﹟❐ ⎗ 𓊘 ⍝ 𖤘∿ ∞ ७ 〄 ◐ ★︎ ๑!⊹  ִֶָ 𖧷 ᖚ ✦  𓅦 ៹ ꒺  ┈  ❟ ꥟ ❟ ❛❛ ❜❜ ،، ✽ ،،̲ ‹› ✱ ๑ˎˊ˗ 𖧧 ❛ં"˚ʚĭɞˋ｡ ° ▬ ▬ ⋆ °⤜ ⨳ ࣪• ˖°‹ ✿ • ɞ ˖ ࣪⋄ ‹ ⋮ ⤜ ib - ៸៸ ⋮ ❈ ❉ ❊ ❋ ✾ ✿ ❀ ❁ ❂ ❃ ➳ ➢ ❥

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[boomie-123]

kaomojis :3 (contains lang, use for your own good.)

—  dogs

૮ • ﻌ -  ა           ૮・ﻌ・ა           ૮₍｡ •᎔• ｡₎ა           ૮₍⑅˶•▿•˶⑅₎ა           ૮๑ˊᯅˋ๑ა           ૮₍˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶₎ა           ૮⍝• ᴥ •⍝ა           ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა           ૮₍´｡• ᵕ •｡`₎ა           ૮꒰ ｡^ ﻌ ^｡꒱ა ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა           ૮₍ ˃̵ࡇ˂̵ ₎ა :ﾟ           ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა            ﾟ:｡ ૮₍ ´𖦹 ˕ × ₎ა           ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ฅ ₎ა           ૮ • ﻌ • ა           ♥(˘ ε˘ U) ૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა               ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა              ₍ᐡ｡っ ̫-｡ᐡ₎               ૮₍｡ •᎔• ｡₎ა               ૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ა               ૮₍ ⑅ ᐢ..ᐢ   ₎ა               ૮₍⑅˶•▿•˶⑅₎ა               ૮ ๑ˊᯅˋ๑ 

—  cats

₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞           （^ -ω -｡`^)           ᝬ/ᐠ .ᆺ. ᐟ\ﾉ

—  bears

ꉂ₍ᐢ﹘ܫ﹘ᐢ₎             ₍ᐢ｡ܫ｡ᐢ₎              ₍ᐢ｡ºᎲº｡ᐢ₎              ʚ₍⑅ᐢ.ﻌ.ᐢ₎ɞ               ʕノ•ᴥ•ʔノ ︵ ┻━┻                 ʕ•㉨•ʔ                 ʕ ᵔᴥᵔ ʔ                ʅ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ʃ                ʕ/　·ᴥ·ʔ/                (✪㉨✪)                ʕ￫ᴥ￩ʔ                ʕ´•㉨•`ʔ                ʕ*ﾉᴥﾉʔ                ʕ ᵔᴥᵔ ʔ              ٩ʕ•ﻌ•*ʔو                ˁᵒ̴̶̷᷄ · ᵒ̴̶̷᷅ˀฅ                ୧ʕ•̀ᴥ•́ʔ୨            ˵ˊ ᴥ ˋ˵)   

— sheep

꒰⑅ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ꒱ *              Ꮚ・ꈊ・Ꮚ               Ꮚ- ꈊ -Ꮚ 𝕫𝕫𝕫𝕫               Ꮗ･Ꮂ･Ꮚ               ᏊㅇꈊㅇᏊ               Ꮚ｡ꈊ｡Ꮚ           ꒰ ฅ˘ω˘ฅ ꒱              ꒰ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ꒱              ꒰๑•௰•๑꒱               ✧˖°꒰๑'ꀾ'๑꒱°˖✧˶ᵔ ˕ ᵔ˶ ꒰◍ ´꒳` ◍꒱

—  rabbits

₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ｡             ̑̑ ₍ᐢ ̥ ̮ ̥ᐢ₎ *                 ₍ᐢ｡ ˬ ｡ᐢ₎             ₍ᐢ.ˬ.⑅ᐢ₎             ₍ᐢ.‸.⑅ᐢ₎↝             ₍ ᐢ. ̫ .⑅ᐢ ₎             ₍ᐢ⸝⸝ ›　 ̫ ‹ ⸝⸝ᐢ₎             ₍ᐢ˶• ˔ กᐢ₎             ₍ᵔ•ᴗ•ᵔ₎            ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎              ₍⑅ᐢ›ﻌ‹ᐢ₎⚟              ₍⑅ᐢ ›̥̥̥ ‸ ‹̥̥̥ ᐢ₎             ₍⑅ᐢ‸　 ̞ 　‸ᐢ₎               ₍ᐢ ̥ ̮ ̥ᐢ₎ *:･             。๑꒰⑅ᐢ. ֑ .ᐢ꒱             ᐢ. ֑ .ᐢ              ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ♡

—  positive (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ･ﾟ✧ ✩°｡           ⋆⸜(ᐢ˙꒳​˙ᐢ)           ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝            (◕ ˬ ◕✿)            ≧Ꮛ≦            ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭            (ˊᵕˋ)           (⊃´｡• ᵕ •｡`)⊃            ( ˘ ³˘)♥            ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ           （*＾ワ＾*）           (´・ω・)            (つ・▽・)つ           ⊂(・▽・⊂)            ( ﾉ≧∇≦)ﾉ ;ﾐ ┸┸)`νﾟ)            (•ᴗ•)♡             (๑ ᴖ ᴈ ᴖ)ﾉ             (ᴖ ᯅ ᴖ)              (* ^^ *) ♡             ☆ ⌒ ヽ (* '､ ^ *) chu            (♡ -_- ♡)             ( ॢᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ॢഒ            (￣ε￣ ＠)            ヽ (♡ ‿ ♡) ノ            (´ ∀ `) ノ ～             ♡(─‿‿─)             ♡(´｡ • ᵕ • ｡`)             (ㅅ´ ˘ `)            (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)             (* ♡ ∀ ♡) (｡ ・ // ε // ・｡)            (´ ω `♡) ♡ (◡‿◡) (◕‿◕) ♡ (/▽＼*)｡o○♡            (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) (♡ ° ▽ ° ♡)             ♡ (｡- ω -) ♡ ～ ('▽ ^ 人)(´ • ω • `) ♡             (´ ε `) ♡            (´｡ • ω • ｡`)             ♡ (´ ▽ `) .｡ ｏ ♡            ╰ (* ´︶` *) ╯ ♡ (* ˘︶˘ *) .｡.: *                ( ᵘ ᵕ ᵘ ⁎)               (ु*´З`)ू ✩°｡              ⋆⸜(ू˙꒳​˙ ) (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و               ⚈้��͡ ˌ̫̮ ⚈้̤͡               (⑅ ॣ•͈ᴗ•͈ ॣ)∟ᵒᵛᵉ૫૦∪ (ʃƪ˘⌣˘) ♡              ´･ᴗ･`♡               (๑⃙⃘´༥`๑⃙⃘) ༅͙̥̇⁺೨*˚              ·⸜(⁃͈ᴗ•͈)⸝               ପ( •̤ᴗ•̤ )੭ु⁾⁾.｡.              :✽・ﾟ＋ ๑´ ³`)ﾉ ༅͙̥̇⁺೨*˚·⸜(⁃͈ᴗ•͈)⸝               ପ( •̤ᴗ•̤ )੭ु⁾⁾.｡.:✽・ﾟ              ＋ (◕‿◕✿)               ( ᕬ •ω• ᕬ )                ( ˶ᵔᴗᵔ˶ )                (✿ ˵◕ ɜ◕˵) ｡:ﾟ                っω=`) !!                 ｡･ﾟ(ﾟ⊃ω⊂ﾟ)ﾟ･｡                （˶′◡‵˶）                (灬╹ω╹灬)                 ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ ・                :(〃・ｪ・〃人)                :・ ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)                 ❤⃛ヾ(๑❛ ▿ ◠๑ )                 (ノ°▽°)ノ︵┻━┻                 (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) ♫･:.｡. .｡.:･                 ໒( ” •̀ ᗜ •́ ” )७                 ᕕ༼✿•̀︿•́༽ᕗ                 (❁´◡`❁)✲ﾟ                 ⸂⸂⸜(രᴗര๑)⸝⸃⸃                 ヾ（❀◕◡◕ฺฺ ）ノ                 ∕∕∕ ∕ ∕∕˛₍˴◅ˋ)੭✧∕∕∕ ∕∕                 ヽ（◕◡◕❀ฺ ）ノ           ꈍᴗꈍ             (੭ ´͈꒳​'͈)੭            ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾

—  negative

( •̥ ˕ •̥)           ( •᷄ࡇ•᷅ )  ┻━┻            (｡•́︿•̀｡)            ˊᯅˋ               ๑•́ ₃ •̀๑            (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)n             (˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ )                (｡ﹷ ‸ ﹷ ｡ ) (⁎˃ᆺ˂)            (-人-。)´            ( º言º)           (｡>﹏<｡)            ꒰ づ ﹏ < ꒱            ꒰ ᐢ｡-༝-｡ᐢ꒱            (๑ˊºロºˋ๑)                (メ ° 皿 °) ﾉ

no creds needed.

[chaehrtz]

‎ symbol pack !

‎ ❀ ✧ ♫ ♡ ( ˘ ³˘ ) ꔫ ❥ ⪩⪨

‎ ੈ  ༊  ✽ ♪ ღ ◛ ➵ ✮ ୭

‎ ✫ ✦ ✿ ☯ 𑁍 ౨ৎ ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა ܓ

[wordsmithic]

♫♪ Sweet Daily Life Greek Words ♫♪

Please note that the full and/or root words mentioned here, like most Greek words, are still in use since antiquity. As a Greek speaker, I love sharing my interesting language with people like you! ღ

1. συνάδελφος (synádelfos, n, “d” as “th” in “the”)

Colleague. Literally: "Co-brother".

from συν- (with, together) + αδελφός (brother)

2. πανδαισία (pandesía, n, “d” as “th” in “the”)

A sumptuous spread, rich meal, a rich multitude of objects.

From παν- (all) + δαίς (share, divide).

Greek phrase example: Πανδαισία χρωμάτων = An abundance of colors

3. κρασοκατάνυξη (krasokatániksi, n)

A hangout involving wine.

From κρασί (wine) + κατάνυξη (devotion, ecstasy)

4. κερνώ (kernό, v)

To offer drinks and food to others, to pay for someone’s food and drinks.

Simplified from κεράγνυμι (to mix wine and water)

5. αμέθυστος (améthistos, n)

Amethyst; The stone believed to prevent intoxication.

from ἀ- (non/not) + μεθύω (to be drunk)

7. συναυλία (sinavlía, n)

Music Concert. Literally: Co-flute meeting

συν- (together) + αὐλός (pipe, flute)

8. διακοπές (diakopés, n, “d” as “th” in “the”)

Originally meant a cutting or cessation of work or activity, later coming to signify a break for leisure. We use it as interruption, break, vacation.

From διά- (through, across) + κοπή (cut, interruption).

9. συμπονώ (symbonό, v)

Literally, "to share pain," indicating empathy and shared suffering.

From συν- (together) + πονέω (to feel pain)

10. προσανατολισμός (prosanatolismós, n)

Literally: Orientation. Metaph: Finding or determining one's direction. One's position relative to the East was traditionally important for navigation.

From πρός (toward) + ἀνατολή (east) + ισμός (a suffix indicating a process or state)

11. ξενυχτάω (ksenikhtáo, v)

Lit. “I go beyond/ out of the night”. To stay awake all night, to pull an all-nighter.

ξε- (out, away, removal, beyond) + νύχτα (night)

12. συννυφάδα (sinifáda, n, “d” as “th” in “the”)

Litearlly: "Co-weaver". Your spouse’s sister.

from  συν- (together) + υφάδι (weft" or "thread" in weaving)

 13. τεχνολογία (tehnologhía, n)

Originally meant "the study of skill or technique," but in modern usage, it refers to "technology" – the practical application of scientific knowledge to create tools, systems, or processes.

from τέχνη ("art," "craft,","skill.") + -λογία (-logía, "study of" or "science").

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ღ

.・。.・゜✭・𝑁𝑎𝑚𝑒: 𝑌𝑎𝑧𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑛 (𝑦𝑎ℎ-𝑧𝑧-𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛) (𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒) 𝑜𝑟 𝐽𝑎𝑛𝑒/𝐸𝑣𝑒ᦗ

∘ ˙ ˚ ˙ ∘ ♫ 𝄞 ིྀ 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟+𝑁𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦+𝑅𝑎𝑐𝑒: 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑥, 𝑀𝑖𝑥𝑒𝑑-𝐴𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛, 𝑀𝑢𝑡𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤��'𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑃𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑜 𝑅𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑜𝑙𝑒.

.・゜゜・𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑠+𝑆𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦: 𝑆ℎ𝑒/𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦/𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚/ℎ𝑒𝑟᭕𝑜𝑚𝑛𝑖 (𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑠)

˙ 〰︎ ˚˓ও↜࿐ 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦: 𝐼𝑁𝑇𝐽დ

♥*♡∞:｡.｡𝐻𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑒𝑠: 𝐶𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝, 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑢𝑝, 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡, 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠+𝐹𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦.♡

☆.｡.:*𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠: 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑎, 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑒 𝑊𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝐻𝑎𝑚𝑧𝑎ℎ, 4𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤, 𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑜𝑏𝑧, 1800𝑠-𝐸𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 1970𝑠, 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐, 𝑓𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑚𝑦, 𝑚𝑎𝑡ℎ, 𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦, 𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠.

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡° 𝐵𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑦 & 𝐴𝑔𝑒: 𝑀𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡ℎ, 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑤!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝑅𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠: 𝐶𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑜-𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒. 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ෆ. 𝐶𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦:𝐿𝑒𝑓𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡.

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ:𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜: 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑎, 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑒 𝑊𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝐶ℎ𝑒𝑡 𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑟, 𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑘𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑦𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑠, 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛, 𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑜, 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝐿𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑦, 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑠, 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑒 𝑙𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑛, 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝐵𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑦 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑤𝑖𝑛, 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑒𝑓 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑓, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑝𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠, 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑒 𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑗𝑎𝑦𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑆𝑚𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑦 𝑅𝑜𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛, 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑛 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑧, 𝑗𝑜𝑎𝑜 𝐺𝑖𝑙𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑜, 𝐸𝑦𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒,𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ.

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. 𝐹𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦: 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑟𝑦- 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑎.

ᦗ˙꒦࿉˙˚•ᜊ◎˚ 𝐷𝑛𝑖: 𝐴𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑝3𝑑0𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎, 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒, 𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑚, ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑏𝑖𝑎, 𝐵𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑙𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑠, 4𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑚.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*𝑀𝑦 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑠: @monachopsis-420 @angelicalpurity ღ

𝑆𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑠: 𝑇𝑖𝑘𝑡𝑜𝑘: 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝐼𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑚: 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝐷𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑: 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑇𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟: 𝑙_𝑚1𝑛𝑎_𝑗𝑎𝑛3

𝐹𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑑 @hamzahsreallegalwife

𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑠𝑘ᰔᩚ

[beyourselfchulanmaria]

Does it that one called "Sammy" (Grey seal /大西洋灰海豹)? :D

【Part 1】 女兒在愛爾蘭-都柏林的生活 /Last week She went to Cork & Howth town/ light traveling (My daughter's life in Dublin, Ireland).

我喜歡看著、聽著女兒她看待不同城市的街景之視角在不同國度生活旅居時的那些日子和故事 I like watching and listening to my daughter's perspectives on the street scenes of different cities and the stories of her days and lives in different countries.

/ᐠ｡‸｡ᐟ\ ♫ ◠‿◠ 她去附近的超市買菜，回家煮了一碗鮭魚豆腐湯，看起來很營養。:D

She went to a nearby supermarket to buy groceries, and came home to cook a bowl of salmon and tofu soup, which looked very nutritious. 😋 ˗ˋˏ ♡ღ ˎˊ˗

[jojou2]

🤔إيـــــاك ثم إيــــــاك أن تناقش أو تجادل إمرأة🧕، فهي إن غلبتك [إحتقرتك ] و إن غلبتها [ كرهتك ]

. ღϠ₡ღ (¯`v´¯) . ღϠ₡ღ `•.¸.•´¸.• •*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.••*´¨`*•.¸¸.• ღ♫ღ❤️.♫ღ❤️❤️M♫D❤️.♫ღ *´¨♫ ♥`*•.¸¸.•*´ ❤️❤️❤️ ¨`*•.¸¸.*´¨♫ ❤️`*

[dracosprettygirl]

ღ spoiled

Pairing: theodore nott x reader Word Count: 1.8k words Summary: Theo was convinced you'd never look his way—until a Hogsmeade date leaves your heart bruised and angry. Now, Theo's done hiding his feelings... And ready to ruin every man who ever made you feel unworthy. Warnings: 18+; mdni; fem!reader; reader's hair is described to have waves; reader is explicitly  referred to as a woman; swearing; fingering; sweet/dirty talking; praise; italian nicknames; female-centric nicknames (sweet girl; pretty girl); oral(f!receiving); dry humping if you squint; penetration; unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you get silly!); not proofread; let me know if i missed any! A/N: i saw this and thought of him. and ofc i had no choice but to write this.

♫ swim by chase atlantic.

Theodore Nott was absolutely convinced of two tings:

1. He was absolutely, irredeemably in love with you.

2. You didn’t feel the same.

It wasn’t your fault. He didn’t expect you to notice the way he turned every page in Potions book every time Slughorn asked a question, just to catch a glimpse of your approving smile when he got something right. Or how he’d always sit near you in the Common Room, hoping you'd accidentally lean into him again. Or that he kept chocolate-covered strawberries enchanted cold in his dorm because you once said they were your favorite.

But today?

Today was hell.

Because you were out in Hogsmeade. With Matteo Riddle.

Theo watched you go, wearing that pretty white sundress that drove him feral, cheeks flushed with cold and excitement. You'd smiled at Matteo—soft and uncertain—and Theo had nearly cursed a hole through the stone wall when the git offered you his arm.

Now, several hours later, the dungeons had gone quiet. Theo was seated in his usual chair by the fireplace, a book open in his lap, but his eyes kept reading and re-reading the same paragraph for nearly half an hour.

He felt you come in before he could even look up—the shift in the room, the weight of your presence like a familiar pull in his chest. He glanced up. Froze.

You looked… wrecked.

Not outwardly. Your hair was still pinned back in those perfect waves cascading down your back, your gloves still neat. But your eyes were glassy, your lips pulled into a tight line.

Something inside Theo cracked.

You didn’t even look at him when you passed. Not until you reached the couch and dropped onto it like your bones had given out.

He closed the book. “What happened?”

You blinked at the fire. “Nothing.”

“Doesn’t look like nothing.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Theo sat forward, elbows on his knees. “If it upset you, then it matters.”

You hesitated. And then, as if some wall broke, you whispered, “He said I was spoiled.”

The words dropped like a dead weight between you.

Theo blinked. “Spoiled?”

You laughed, bitter and low. “Matteo said I expect too much. That I’m used to people giving me everything I want. Called me demanding.” You swallowed, suddenly small. “I didn’t think I was asking for much. I just thought he would open the door for me.”

Theo stood. Walked over slowly, then lowered himself to the rug in front of you, his long legs folding easily beneath him.

“He said that because you wanted him to treat you right?”

You didn’t answer, but your silence screamed yes.

Theo’s hands curled into fists against his thighs. “You’re not spoiled.”

You opened your mouth, but he cut you off.

“And even if you were—what the fuck is wrong with being treated like you matter?” His voice was sharp now, but not at you. “Wanting nice things, or softness, or someone to care doesn’t make you selfish. It makes you human.”

You stared down at him, something fragile in your expression.

“I like pretty things,” you murmured. “I like flowers, and thoughtful letters, and someone walking on the street-side of the pavement. That’s—”

“That’s not spoiled,” Theo said, voice low. “That’s you knowing your worth.”

A beat of silence. The fire crackled.

And then you said, very softly, “Why do you always say the right thing?”

His gaze locked with yours. “Because you deserve to hear it.”

Your breath hitched.

Theo reached up, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered just a little too long. Your skin felt like it might combust under his touch.

You leaned in. A little. Barely.

Theo swallowed hard.

“Opening doors for a woman—and especially a woman like you—it's a privilege. Matteo’s a fucking idiot if he doesn’t realize that,” he said, voice thick. “And if he doesn’t know how to spoil you…”

You raised a brow. “Yeah?”

His lips curled slowly. “Then let someone else try.”

Your heart stuttered. “Who?”

Theo didn’t answer. Not with words.

He just stood up, leaned forward, and kissed you.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t desperate. It was everything else — aching, gentle, reverent. Like he was memorizing your mouth with every slow brush of his lips. His hands settled on your waist, steadying you.

You sighed against him — and that was his undoing.

He deepened the kiss, one hand sliding up your back, the other cradling your jaw like you were made of silk. You tugged him down onto the couch with you, your legs parting instinctively to let him slot between.

And then the kiss turned hungry.

Theo pulled back just long enough to whisper, “Can I?”

You nodded.

He was on you in seconds, mouths hot and eager, hands tangled in fabric and hair. His lips moved from your mouth to your neck, sucking a mark just below your jaw.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured, teeth grazing your throat. “Let me take care of you.”

You gasped when his hand slipped over your legs, cool fingers dragging up your thighs. Your hips arched instinctively, grinding up against him.

Theo groaned. “Shit—don’t do that unless you want this to end fast.”

Your voice was a breathless whisper. “Then slow down.”

His eyes burned.

“You want to be spoiled?” he whispered, sliding your shirt fully over your head. “Let me spoil you, cara mia. Let me worship you”

You whimpered. Every brush of his fingertips made your nerves light up. He kissed the inside of your wrist, your brow bone, the top of your head.

“You deserve silk sheets and moonstone rings,” he murmured, voice like velvet. “Someone to remember your favorite tea and put warming charms on your slippers.”

Your breath hitched. “Theo—”

“And,” he added, crawling back up your body, his hands framing your face, “you deserve someone who makes you come so hard you forget your own name.”

The retort forming on your lips dissolves into a moan when Theo’s large hands wrap around your thighs. You could feel how hard he was through his trousers, feel the restraint trembling in his muscles as he held himself back.

“This infernal thing,” Theo whispered, his fingers working their way under the hem of your sundress, brushing your core. “You drive me insane every time I see you walking around in this tiny little thing.” 

You whimpered, unable to form words as he begins to rub gentle circles over your clit through your panties. 

“Say it, vita mia,” he breathed, eyes dark. “Say you want me.”

“I want you,” you said, hips arching into his touch. “Please, Theo—”

He groaned, kissing you like he’d been starving for years. “I love the way you say my name.”

He pushed your panties to the side—not all the way, just enough to give him access to your aching core. Theo liked the control, the knowledge that he had you right where he wanted.

“You’re so beautiful,” he muttered, lips grazing your collarbone, fingers toying with your clit. “Fuck, you have no idea.” 

You gasped when he tugged the cups of your dress down, his mouth immediately descending on your breasts. 

Your hips shifted, needy friction building, but Theo caught your movement. 

“Patience, sweet girl,” he whispered. “And you shall be… rewarded.” He said, punctuating the last word with a slow thrust of one of his fingers into you. 

“Fuck, cara mia,” he groaned, as he began to move his hand in and out of you, slow, gentle, teasing. “You’re so wet already. Is this all for me?”

You nodded breathlessly. “Please…”

Theo smiled like he’d just won a war. “That’s more like it.”

His hand pulled away from you, and he gripped your thighs, spreading them apart, settling on his knees in front of the couch before lowering his mouth to your core. The first pass of his tongue had you arching off the couch—slow, teasing, maddeningly thorough. Theo ate you out like he was starving, with long, lazy strokes, then focused on your clit, flicking and circling until your breath hitched and your hands flew to his hair, tugging.

“T-Theo—!”

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he muttered between licks. “Let me hear you.”

He slipped a finger back inside you—then another—curling them perfectly as he sucked your clit again. Your legs trembled, his hair soft between your fingers. Heat gathered in the pit of your stomach, coiling tighter and tighter, pressure threatening to snap.

“Theo I’m gonna—!”

Theo moaned against you, the vibration of it sending you over the edge. You cried out, back arched, thighs squeezing around his head as you came hard—stars behind your eyes, pulse thudding wildly.

When you opened your eyes again, Theo was staring down at you with pure reverence in his eyes, his pupils blown wide, hair a mess from your fingers.

“I could do that all night,” he muttered, leaning up to kiss your lips, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. “But right now, I need to be inside you.”

Your hands fumbled at his trousers as he shoved them down, revealing a length that had you clenching around air.

“You’re sure?” he asked, voice cracking with restraint as he settled between your thighs, lined up and ready but still holding back.

“I want you, Theo,” you whispered, dragging your pussy over his throbbing length in a way that had him letting out a shuddering breath in your ear. “Please.”

He didn’t make you ask twice. He pushed into you slowly, watching your face the whole time — the way your mouth parted, the breath you caught, the way you held onto him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned. “So fucking perfect.”

Once he was fully inside you, Theo pressed his forehead to yours, holding still as you adjusted. Then he started to move—slow, deep thrusts, each one angled just right, dragging moans from your lips with every roll of his hips.

The way he filled you—like he was made you—had you gasping his name.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” he rasped, lips brushing yours. “I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”

And he did.

He worshipped every inch of you—Theo sped up, pinning you wrists above your head with one hand, the other wrapped around your throat, holding you to his gaze as he fucked you harder; whispering praises against your skin like a man possessed. “That’s it, pretty girl. Take it all—good girl.”

When you came a second time, it hit you in waves—Theo coaxing you through it, his hips rolling against yours. “Shhh, baby, I know, I know. I’ve got you, cara mia. I’ve got you.”

And when he finally fell apart—your name on his lips, voice cracking, forehead pressed to yours—it was with a reverence that left no room for doubt.

You were his. And he had always been yours.

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♡ʚ𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐍!ɞ♡

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☆彡彡 15 cosas sobre mi :Dミミ☆

1- soy alérgica al polvo

2- me gusta dibujar

3- mi sueño es llegar a hacer una web serie famosa

4- pienso que los narcisistas y los hipócritas no merecen derechos ;)

5- me gustan las apps de chatbots como character. Ia, poly buzz ect

6- soy más de gusto por los personajes secundarios que por los principales

7-  VIVA RULE 34-

(mi droga-)

8- me gustan las canciones de Mélanie Martínez,jazmín bean, Jack Stauber, rebzyyx y 6earlyhuman

9- me gustan los perros, los gatos, los conejitos y los hamsters

10- no se dibujar gente en silla de ruedas pipipi 😔👊

(Sin ofender)

11-mis juegos fav son cooking mamá,cat jump, Hello Kitty world2 y lethal love

12- soy alguien tímida

13- tengo un autismo leve

(Mi nivel de autismo es nivel 2)

14- me gusta los personajes que tengan cola 😍💅

(Osea que tengas cola de animal o de diablillo, no malpiensen cerdos)

15- y por último quiero jugar Doki Doki literature club pero soy muy miedosa 😭😭

➳༻❀✿❀༺➳

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♡ʚ𝟏𝟓 𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧ɞ♡

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♡-𝐞𝐥 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎

♡-𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐱 𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐚

♡-𝐌𝐞́𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢́𝐧𝐞𝐳 😻

♡-𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐣𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐣𝐨𝐬, 𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐨 𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐚

♡-𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬, 𝐡𝐚́𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐣𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐚

♡-𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞

(𝐘 𝐧𝐨, 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐮. 𝐘𝐨 𝐬𝐢 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧̃𝐨 𝐮.𝐮)

♡-𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬

♡-𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐣𝐨

♡-𝐕𝐈́𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐒!

♡-𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨

♡-𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧

(𝐌𝐢 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐚 🙏)

♡-𝐥𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝟑𝟒

♡-𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐢́𝐱𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐭

♡-𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐣𝐨𝐬/𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐢́𝐚, 𝐞𝐥 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐬

♡-𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

╔══════✮❁•°♛°•❁✮ ═════╗

❌!𝟗 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧¡❌

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❌-𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬

❌-𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐎 𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐨

❌-𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐨𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐬

❌-𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐥𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 c𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬

❌-𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐞

❌-𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐬

❌-𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐫

❌-𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐚 𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐲 𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐧

❌-𝐄𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰

☆彡彡 𝙲𝙾𝚂𝙰𝚂 𝚀𝚄𝙴 𝚂𝙸 𝙳𝙸𝙱𝚄𝙹𝙾ミミ☆

✔️- nsfw (no tan explícito)

✔️- memes

✔️- fandoms

✔️- Cores de internet

✔️- self-harm (obvio censurado)

✔️- shippeos

✔️- suicidó (TAMBIÉN CENSURADO CARAJO-)

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝙽𝙾 𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚓𝚘♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

✖️-menor x mayor, hermano x hermana o peor..... Mascota x dueño... NO, NO Y NO, NUNCA DE LOS NUNCA!!!!

✖️- realismo (no soy nada buena dibujando eso)

✖️-NO combinó rule 34 con gore

✖️-cosas ofencivas

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Así que yo hablo inglés, argentino, chileno y venezolano

Mi país es:Venezuela 🇻🇪

Edad: 11 años

Género: femenino

◌⑅⃝●♡⋆♡ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 ♡⋆♡●⑅⃝◌

🔪-𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫

☯️-𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧

📄-𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

📚- 𝐝𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛

🪄-𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐩𝐚

💧-𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

💜⟭⟬༄ᴮᵀˢ✿𝐴𝑅𝑇𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑆 𝐹𝐴𝑉𝑂𝑅𝐼𝑇𝑂𝑆⁷✿ΛŔɱ¥⟬⟭࿐💜

𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑢𝑏𝑒𝑟

𝐽𝑎𝑧𝑚𝑖́𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑛

𝑀𝑒́𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖́𝑛𝑒𝑧

𝑅𝑒𝑏𝑧𝑦𝑦𝑥

6𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛

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𝑈ℎ𝑚𝑚𝑚 𝑏𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑜 𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜, 𝑏𝑦𝑒 :3

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