#-Hobii Emojis & Text

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   ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ☆ name ୨୧ prounouns ıllı mbti ⿸ ᐢ..ᐢʳᵃʷʳ‎ follower count ⮚ ilyasm, ☆ bday alt: @ ౨ৎ acc: @    ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ no credits, needed! <3,

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SWEET CWEAM pt. 4 "Can I hav thome wathermelon?" he asked, his voice a slurry mess. Karen chuckled and shook her head. "Not yet, Plankton. You have to stick to soft foods today. How about some ice cream?" His eye lit up, his smile growing wider, exposing the whiteness of his teeth. "Ith cweam?" he repeated, the words spilling out like a child's first attempt at a sentence. Karen nodded, her own smile a mirror of his. "Yes, soft serve ice cream. It's perfect for your mouth right now." Plankton clapped his hands together in glee. "Ith weal," he declared, his tongue still thick and clumsy. "My faworite!" Karen fetched the promised treat from the freezer, the coolness of the ice cream contrasting sharply with the warmth of the room. She scooped a generous amount into a bowl, handing it to him with a spoon. Plankton's eye lit up, and he took the spoon with the excitement of a toddler getting their first taste of ice cream. With a clumsy attempt at grace, he lifted the spoon to his mouth, the numbness in his face making it difficult to aim. A dribble of ice cream escaped and landed on the table, but he barely noticed, his attention focused on the cold sweetness that washed over his tongue. "Mmh," he mumbled, his voice a mix of pleasure and pain as the frozen treat hit his sensitive gums. "Careful," Karen cautioned, her voice like a lullaby. "You don't want to hurt yourself." Plankton nodded, his movements exaggerated, like a character in a silent movie. The spoon wobbled in his hand as he scooped up another mouthful of the cold cream, his tongue still struggling to navigate the uncharted waters of his own mouth. He managed to get the spoonful into his mouth with minimal spillage, his cheeks hollowing out as he savored the taste. "Wow, thith ith tho good," he mumbled, his words coming out like a muffled shout. Karen couldn't help but laugh as she watched him. His enthusiasm was infectious, even if his coordination was not. He took another bite, the cold sensation making his eye water. "It'th tho cold!" he exclaimed, his voice high-pitched and filled with excitement. The numbness in his cheeks was wearing off now, leaving a tingling sensation that made his words come out slurred and exaggerated. "It's supposed to be cold, Plankton," Karen said, her voice a symphony of patience. "It's ice cream." He nodded, his cheeks red with effort and cold. Each spoonful was a small victory, a dance between the spoon and his uncooperative mouth. Karen’s glad she turned their security cameras on record. Of course, she didn’t tell Plankton. Not yet. Then suddenly, Sponge Bob comes in the door, surprising both of them. "Squishy!" Plankton exclaims, his voice a strange mix of joy and pain. Sponge Bob's eyes widen. "You okay, Plankton?" he asks, looking at Karen for an explanation. Karen nods, still chuckling. "Wisdom teeth surgery," she says, her voice a gentle whisper. "The anesthesia is making his mouth all numb." Sponge Bob's eyes go wide with concern. "Ouchies?" he asks, his own mouth forming a sympathetic grimace. Plankton nods vigorously, the motion sending a shiver down his spine. "Yeth, ouchiesth," he mumbles around the mouthful of ice cream, his speech still slurred like a toddler's. Karen watches the interaction with a soft smile, her heart swelling with affection for her babbling husband. Sponge Bob crosses the room with his usual boundless energy, plopping down next to Plankton. "So, how was your big trip to the dental place?" he asks, his eyes full of concern and curiosity. Plankton looks at his friend with the gravity of a philosopher. "It’th... advehnturous," he says, his mouth still numb, making each word a challenge. Sponge Bob leans in, his spongy body wobbling slightly. "What kind of adventure?" he asks, his eyes shining with curiosity. Plankton's voice takes on a storytelling tone, his words slurred but earnest. "I frew," he says, his eye wide and filled with wonder. "I frew wike a birdie!" Sponge Bob's grin splits his face. "You flew?" he repeats, his voice a mix of disbelief and amusement. Karen's smile widens, listening to the nonsense her husband was spinning. Plankton nods, his eye glazed over. "Yeah," he murmurs, his tongue sluggish. "It wath magithal." Karen and Sponge Bob exchange glances, trying not to laugh. Plankton's childlike awe in the face of his own numbness was both heartwarming and hilarious. "Buh wait," Plankton says, his spoon paused mid-air. "Thath not aww," his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I theen... I theen I wath a dolphin!" Sponge Bob's eyes go wide with fascination. "A dolphin?" he repeats, his voice filled with awe. "How did you do that?" Plankton's smile grows even wider, his cheeks pushing against the swollen skin. "It'th a mithtewwy," he says, his speech still slurred. "They goth me all sleeby and thewe I wath flipping and twirling in the wathah!" Sponge Bob's eyes are as wide as saucers, his imagination running wild with the tale. "Wow, Plankton, that sounds amazing!" Plankton nods, his face a picture of seriousness. "It wath," he slurs, his voice filled with convinction. "Buth then... then I woke up." His expression remains affectionate for he’s too out of it to play it cool in front of Sponge Bob. He’s always wanted him as a good friend but his pride usually stops him; but now, with no filter, Plankton’s not gonna hold back. Sponge Bob looks at Karen with a mix of confusion and delight. "Was it scary?" he asks, his voice gentle. Karen nods, a warm chuckle bubbling up. "A little," she says, her hands folded in her lap. "But he's a tough guy." Plankton's eye swims with emotions, his face flushing with a mix of pride and embarrassment. "Yeath," he says, his tongue still a traitor. "Buh now youw know my thecret."

COPEPOD AUTISM pt. 4 (Neurodivergent author) Mr. Krabs's expression shifts from shock to one of bewilderment. "Plankton, I don't understand," he says, his voice barely a whisper. Plankton shakes his head, his antennae trembling. "You never did," he snaps back. The accusations come out in a torrent, each one cutting deeper than the last. "You used me, manipulated me, all for your stupid secret formula!" His voice shakes with anger, his eye filling with unshed tears. Karen's grip tightens on his arm, but she doesn't speak, knowing he needs this moment of release. Mr. Krabs's face falls, the weight of Plankton's words a blow he wasn't expecting. "I-I-I've always treated ya like a friend!" he stammers, his claws grabbing Plankton's shoulders. And that's what did it. Plankton's body tenses, and his eye rolls back in his head. A chilling silence descends as his legs give out, and he crashes to the floor. His body convulses, limbs flailing uncontrollably. Karen knew it'd happen, but seeing it happen to Plankton is a horror she wasn't emotionally prepared for, but she knew to stay calm. She knew the protocol. Mr. Krabs, still in shock from Plankton's accusations, watches the scene unfold with horror. "What's happening?" he stammers, his claws hovering uselessly. Karen's voice is a beacon of calm amidst the chaos. "It's a seizure," she explains, kneeling beside her husband. "I need you to stay calm." Her voice is steady, her eyes never leaving Plankton's contorting form. Mr. Krabs nods, his eyes widening with fear. He's read about this, seen it once in a medical textbook, but never thought it would happen to someone so close. He watches as Karen carefully moves any objects out of harm's way, cushioning Plankton's head with a pillow. The room seems to spin around them, each second stretching into eternity. The seizure lasts only a few moments, but to Karen, it feels like hours. When it's over, Plankton's body goes still, his breathing shallow. Her hand shakes as she checks his pulse, feeling the thunder of her own heart in her chest. "It's okay," she whispers, her voice trembling. "You're okay." Mr. Krabs is unsure. "It's okay," she murmurs, her hand stroking his antennae. "It's over now." Plankton's breathing deepens, his body slowly relaxing with a twitch. She looks at Mr. Krabs, her expression a mix of relief and exhaustion. "He'll be okay," she assures, her voice a lifeline in the storm of silence. Mr. Krabs nods, still in shock. "What...what do we do?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. Karen sighs, knowing the road ahead won't be easy, but she's determined to navigate it with Plankton. They manage to get Plankton to his feet, his body weak and his mind still groggy from the seizure. His eye darts around the room, trying to make sense of his surroundings. Karen's voice is soft, a gentle guide leading him back to reality. "Let's go to the couch," she says, her arm supporting his weight. Mr. Krabs watches, his claws fidgeting nervously. "Should I... call someone?" he asks, his voice full of uncertainty. Karen shakes her head. "We have to keep it calm," she whispers. "The aftermath can be just as overwhelming." They sit on the couch, Plankton's body leaning heavily into hers. Her arm is around him, her hand stroking his antennae in a rhythm designed to soothe. He looks up at her, his eye still a little wild. "What happened?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "You had a seizure," Karen explains gently, her voice a balm to his frayed nerves. "It's part of your autism, sweetie. It's okay." She can see the fear in his gaze, the unspoken questions. She pulls a blanket over his shoulders, his body shaking from the residual adrenaline. Plankton nods, his antennae twitching as he tries to process the information. He looks down at his trembling hands, wondering how they could have betrayed him so suddenly. Karen hands him a glass of water, her fingers brushing against his in a silent promise of support. He takes a sip, the cool liquid sliding down his throat, helping to clear the fog in his mind. "I'm...sorry," Plankton mumbles, his voice barely a whisper. He looks up at Mr. Krabs, who's still standing awkwardly by the door. "I didn't mean to...to accuse you..." His antennae droop with regret. Mr. Krabs's expression softens, his eyes filling with understanding. "It's okay, Plankton," he says, his voice gentle. "We all have our moments." He takes a tentative step forward. "What can I do?" Karen glances at him, gratitude warring with the protectiveness she feels for Plankton. "Just give us some space," she says, her tone firm but not unkind. "We need to get him through this." Mr. Krabs nods slowly, his face a mix of sadness and concern. "I understand," he says, his voice thick. He backs out of the room, his eyes never leaving Plankton's huddled form. The door clicks shut, and the room feels smaller, safer. Karen's arm tightens around his shoulders, her warmth a shield against the cold world outside. Plankton leans into her, his body still shaking slightly. He starts to calm down, the tremors fading like ripples in a pond. "I'm...I'm okay," he whispers, his antennae stilling. Karen nods, her eyes searching his face for any sign of distress. "Do you want to take a nap?" she suggests softly. Plankton nods, his eye drooping with exhaustion. They move to the bedroom, the light dimming as they go. Karen helps him into bed, his limbs feeling like jelly. The blankets are a cocoon, his retreat from the world. Her hand brushes his antennae, a silent assurance as she leaves him to the embrace of slumber. He closes his eye, letting the comfort of the darkness envelop him. His body relaxes into the softness of the mattress, his muscles melting away the tension of the day. The bed's embrace is like a gentle whisper, telling his overstimulated mind to rest, to let go. He sighs, his antennae dropping to the pillow like tired leaves in the fall. Meanwhile, Karen goes to Mr. Krabs, who's waiting outside the chum bucket. "I'm sorry for Plankton's outburst," she says, her eyes apologetic. Mr. Krabs waves a dismissive claw. "Don't worry 'bout it," he says. "He's been through a lot today." Karen nods, her expression serious. "It's more than that," she says, her voice low. "He's autistic." Mr. Krabs's eyes widen, his understanding dawning, a newfound respect in his gaze. "I had no idea," he murmurs. "How can I help?" "Just be patient," Karen replies. "And maybe...maybe we can talk later, after he's had some rest." Mr. Krabs nods, his expression thoughtful. "Of course," he says, his voice subdued. "Whatever he needs."

KAREN HAS A LESSON pt. 4 (Autistic author) Karen takes a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check. They need to find a way to connect, to bridge the gap that's grown between them. "Plankton," she says, "can you tell me about your day?" He looks at her, his eye blinking slowly. "Day," he repeats, his voice lacking the usual inflection. "Plankton worked on invention." Karen nods, trying to encourage him. "What kind of invention?" Plankton's antennae twitch slightly. "Invention for Plankton," he says. "To make Karen Plankton happy." Karen's eyes fill with tears. Despite the lack of emotion in his words, she can feel the sincerity behind them. He's trying to connect, to share his world with her. "Looks like we both finished our dinner," she says, trying to keep the conversation going. "What's next on your agenda?" Plankton looks at her, his expression unchanged. "Agenda," he says, as if trying to remember the concept. "Plankton's next task. No get Krabby Patty formula. Rather spend time with Karen." Karen clenches at his words. Despite the flatness of his tone, she can feel his intention to please her, to make their anniversary special. "Let's clean up," she suggests, rising from her chair. Plankton follows suit, moving in a way that seems almost robotic. They work in silence, Karen placing the dishes in the sink and Plankton methodically wiping down the table. As she washes the plates, Karen watches him out of the corner of her screen. His movements are precise and efficient, with no wasted effort. It's as if he's calculating every action, trying to understand the purpose behind each task. "Plankton," she says softly, turning off the faucet. "Could you please dry these for me?" She hands him a towel and a plate. He takes them without a word, his gaze flicking from the towel to the plate, as if studying the physics of the interaction. He carefully wipes the plate, his movements measured and deliberate. Karen watches him with a mix of pride and pain. Despite his new condition, he's still trying to be the partner she knows. She forces a smile, trying to ignore the ache in her chest. "Thank you," she says, taking the dried plate from him and placing it in the cupboard. "You're doing great." He nods, his antennae twitching slightly. "Great," he echoes. "Karen happy." As they go to the living room, Plankton's gaze is drawn to the digital clock on the wall. His eye fixates on the changing seconds, each tick a silent metronome in their otherwise quiet space. Karen notices and wonders if she should be concerned about his newfound interest in something so mundane. "Clock," he says, his voice still monotone. "Time changes. Incremental." Karen follows his gaze to the digital clock on the wall, the red numbers flipping from one second to the next with a quick, silent efficiency. "Does the clock bother you?" she asks, noticing his fixation. Plankton shakes his head, his eye still glued to the display. "No," he says, his voice thoughtful. "Time. Changes. Fascinating." Karen watches him, seeing a spark of curiosity she hadn't noticed before. "You've never liked clocks before," she points out, trying to keep the conversation going. "What's so interesting about it now?" Plankton's antennae wave slightly as he tries to explain. "Clock," he says, his voice still flat. "Time. Changing. Predictable." His single eye remains locked on the red digits, the fascination growing. "Seconds restart each minute." Karen nods, watching his expression closely. "It's like a pattern," she suggests. "A routine that doesn't change." Plankton nods, his eye still glued to the clock. "Pattern," he repeats. "Comforting." Karen nods, feeling a glimmer of hope. "Maybe you find comfort in the predictability?" she offers. Plankton's antennae bob slightly, as if considering this new perspective. "Comfort," he murmurs. "Consistent. Understood." Karen sits down beside him, her screen drawn to the clock as well. "Tell me more about the pattern," she says, trying to find a way into his new reality. "What do you see when you look at it?" Plankton's antennae twitch slightly as he considers his answer. "Pattern," he repeats. "Time, changing. Predictable." His voice is softer now, almost lost in thought. "One, two, three, four, five. Always same." Karen nods, her screen still on the clock. "It's like counting," she says. "Do you like counting?" Plankton's antennae twitch once again. "Counting," he repeats, his tone thoughtful. Suddenly, Sponge Bob comes in. "Plankton," he says, his eyes wide with excitement. "What are you guys up to?" Karen looks over, a forced smile on her screen. "Just talking about time," she says, hoping SpongeBob's entrance will provide some much-needed distraction from the heaviness of their conversation.

A TOOTHY STORY pt. 4 Karen stands, gently helping Plankton to his feet. He sways slightly, his legs still wobbly from the anesthesia. "Careful," she says, wrapping an arm around his waist. He leans into her, his eye still glazed as he chuckles. "M-mph... funny," he slurs, a weak smile on his face. "You're going to be fine," Karen reassures him, her voice a beacon of comfort in the fog of his mind. They shuffle slowly down the hallway, his legs unsteady as if he's walking on a tightrope over a shark tank. The floor seems to tilt and sway, each step a dizzying challenge. Karen holds him close, her arm around his waist, guiding him like a ship navigating stormy waters. Plankton's eye start to droop, his lid growing heavier by the second. "W-where... whewe... we go?" he slurs, his speech barely coherent. Karen's response is lost to the symphony of his snores as he unexpectedly dozes off mid-sentence as she catches him. He jolts awake, only to find himself still standing, held upright by Karen's steady grip. "H-how?" he stammers, his eye wide with confusion. They've reached the reception area, and Becky, the ever-cheery receptionist, giggles at the sight. "You can sit him down now," she suggests. "Just keep an eye on him until he's fully awake." Karen guides him to the chair, his legs folding under him like a ragdoll. He's out again, his snores echoing in the quiet lobby. She can't help but smile at his obliviousness, his trust in her unwavering. The chair creaks beneath his weight as his head lolls to the side, his antennae drooping. Becky, the receptionist, laughs kindly. "It's like he's on a little anesthesia-induced vacation," she says, her voice a gentle wake. Karen nods, stroking his antennae. "I just want to get him home," she says. "He's not one for being out of his element." The nurse, Nina, appears with a wheelchair. "Let's get you home, Mr. Plankton," she says, her voice a gentle nudge into reality. He blinks, his eye trying to focus on the world around him. Karen helps him into the chair. "W-wheel...?" He starts to protest, his slurred words trailing off as he realizes the futility of his protest. Karen smiles, pushing the chair. "It's okay, you're still groggy. This is just to make sure you don't trip." "W-why?" he murmurs, his words slurred and sleepy. "M'walkin'... woke... m'not..." Karen chuckles, her voice a soft breeze. "You're a bit out of it, Plankton," she says, "We're going home." Plankton's head lolls back, his snores now a comforting soundtrack to their exit. Karen can't help but laugh softly, her heart full of love. He's always been so independent, so strong. But in this moment, he's as vulnerable as a newborn. The cool morning air hits them as they step outside. Plankton blinks, his antennae twitching as he tries to stay conscious. "M-morning," he mumbles, squinting against the sun's early glow. Karen chuckles, pushing the wheelchair to their car. "W-what?" he asks again, his speech still slurred. "You're okay, sweetheart," she says, opening the passenger door. "Let's get you into the car." But Plankton's body seems to have other plans, his eye slip shut and he's out like a light. Karen tries to wake him, her voice a gentle nudge into consciousness. "Come on, Plankton, stay with me." He snores in response, his antennae flopping to one side. Karen sighs, trying not to laugh at his comical state. Carefully, she maneuvers him into the car seat, his head lolling back. "Alright, just a little more," she coaxes. With a grunt, Plankton's eye flickers open as Karen helps buckle him in. "W-why..." He mumbles, his words trailing off as his eyelid droops again. Karen can't help but chuckle. "You're still sleepy, that's all," she says, kissing his forehead. The drive home is slow and careful, Karen keeping a watchful eye on Plankton in the rearview mirror. He's still out cold, his snores punctuating the silence like a lullaby for the road. The car's gentle sway seems to rock him deeper into sleep. They pull into their driveway, the gravel crunching under the tires. Karen parks the car and turns around to look at Plankton. His snores are deep, his antennae twitching slightly with each exhale. She smiles, knowing he's in a deep, peaceful sleep. "Come on, Plankton," she says, her voice gentle. "We're home." He groans, his eye opening just enough to peer out. "Hone?" he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper. Karen nods, her smile warm. "You can go back to sleep once we're inside."

KAREN REACHING AUTISM pt. 4 (Autistic author) In the dim light of the evening, the Krusty Krab was quiet, the usual bustle replaced by a calm that felt eerie. Sponge Bob was sweeping the floor, his thoughts on Plankton. He looked up as Karen approached, his smile fading at the sight of her concerned expression. "Karen," he began, his spongey voice tinged with anxiety, "I need to tell you what happened to Plankton." Karen's screens brighten with anticipation. "Please do," she beeps, her wheels stopping in front of him. Sponge Bob's eyes dart to the floor, his sponge body drooping slightly. "Mr. Krabs was just trying to protect this formula, and Plankton...he just knocked Plankton in the head. Plankton woke up and then without a word ran back to the Chum Bucket." Karen's screens flicker with the gravity of the situation. "How did Mr. Krabs hit him?" Sponge Bob's grip on the mop tightens. "With a frying pan," he confesses, his eyes wide with guilt. Karen's screens flicker with understanding. "That would explain his current state," she murmurs, her voice a steady beep. "Sponge Bob, do you know how badly he's been hurt?" Sponge Bob shakes his head, the guilt washing over him in waves. "No, not really," he says, his voice quavering. Karen's screens flicker with a mix of sympathy and urgency. "I see," she says. "Thanks." With newfound purpose, she spins around and heads back to the Chum Bucket. Back in the control room, Plankton is still rocking back and forth, his hand over his head as if trying to hold his thoughts in place. The door to the Chum Bucket opens, and Karen rolls in, her screens reflecting the urgency of the situation. "Plankton," she says, her voice a soft hum, "I talked to Sponge Bob. He saw what happened." Plankton's rocking stops, his eye swiveling to meet hers. "Sponge Bob?" "Yes," Karen says, her screens pulsing with the weight of her words. "He saw Mr. Krabs hit you with the frying pan." Plankton's body goes still, his tremors ceasing instantly. "Sponge Bob saw," he whispers, his voice devoid of emotion. "Tell Karen." "Yes," Karen beeps, nodding her mechanical head. "He told me. I'm going to help you." Without warning, a scanning beam shoots out of Karen's console, enveloping Plankton as his brain is scanned. The results are quickly analyzed, and the screens flash with a series of diagrams and data that even Karen's advanced systems take a moment to digest. "The scan reveals...unusual patterns," she says, her voice a measured beep. Plankton's eye widen with fear, his body tensing as he waits for her verdict. "What does that mean?" he asks, his voice a high-pitched squeak. Karen's screens change to display a 3D image of his brain, the structure illuminated with neon colors. "You've sustained neurodivergence," she explains, her voice a calm beep. "The impact has altered your neural connections, resulting in irreversible autism." Plankton's body goes rigid, his breathing shallow. The word "autism" hangs in the air like a heavy anchor, dragging his spirits down to the murky depths of the ocean floor. "Irreversible?" he whispers, his voice fragile as sea glass. Karen nods gravely. "The good news is, we can adapt. We can learn to navigate this new world of sensations together," she beeps. "It's getting late. Let's go to bed." Plankton nods, his body feeling like it's made of lead. The idea of sleep seems like a welcome escape from the overwhelming day, but as he tries to get up, the room spins again. "Karen," he says, his voice weak. "Can't." With a gentle nudge, Karen helps him to his feet, her wheels moving silently beside him as they make their way to the tiny elevator. The ride up feels like an eternity, his senses heightened to every creak and groan of the metal box. When the doors open, the lights of the hallway are a glaring assault on his eye. He squints, his hand reaching out to the wall for support. In their bedroom, Karen helps him into his bed. The softness of the covers is a stark contrast to the harshness of his new reality. "Take your time," she says, her voice a gentle hum. Plankton nods, his breathing shallow. He closes his eye, and the room seems to fade away, replaced by a whirlpool of swirling thoughts and sensations. Karen's screens flicker with a plan. "Rest," she beeps, her voice a soft comfort. "We'll face tomorrow together." She dims the lights.

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𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓷 𝓝𝓮𝔀𝓳𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮~ 🎀ᯓ ᡣ𐭩🐰ྀི

🧣 (ur name)'𝕤 𝕓𝕚𝕠!:¨·.·¨: —• 🎄❤️ `·.. 𝓂𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓍𝓂𝒶𝓈 𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜<𝟥 ꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷ ❤️🎄| ☆ ☻ 𝕙𝕠𝕙𝕠𝕙𝕠! ​☆ ╰┈--➤ Ⴆϝϝʂ= - - - <3 🧣 ༝༚༝༚ ✰ ⁀➷ ʚ ❤️ 𝟒𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬!! ​𓂃 ❄️ 🇺​​🇷​ ​🇵​​🇷​​🇪​​🇹​​🇹​​🇾! 4 ​🇪​​🇻​​🇪​​🇷​ ​🇳​ ​🇪​​🇻​​🇪​​🇷​ ★ [𝗻𝗼𝘁] 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘀! [𝘀𝗿𝘆<𝟯]┈ ˚⊹ ｡˚ 🎀!! ˚--➷｡˚ 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝟺 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚜! ★ - -lots 𝗼𝗳 <𝟛 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 (ur name)! 🎄⊹. 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐬; .sniper.7 𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐜 [idc abt removing creds]

   ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶  ୨୧ name™  ★: pronouns ⇆ mbti ꒱꒱ bday⌒ ‎ ‎ ‎꒰꒰ alt: @  ❑ info info  ıllı fllwer count  ﹏ i̶'̶m̶ ̶s̶u̶p̶e̶r̶ ̶s̶h̶y̶ credits go to @-hobii on scratch!!!  alt ꔫ 𐙚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞꒱

⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠛⠋⠋⠉⠁⠀⠁⡀⠐⠰⠀⡐⢨⢁⠪⡜⡬⣙⠚⣯⡛⢿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠛⠋⠁⣄⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠠⢄⠀⠀⠀⠂⡉⠲⣈⡐⠤⠓⠬⣉⠲⢱⡫⣜ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠛⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠁⠢⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠄⡀⠀⠀⠐⠠⠙⣥⠠⠉⠨⠛⡴⣩⢞ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢄⡀⠐⠠⠁⠄⠳⣁⠠⢉⠜⡦⢫ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠁⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠑⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠢⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢄⠀⠑⠌⡂⠜⢆⠀⠘⠰⣣ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡈⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⡁⠈⢦⠈⢌⡱⢌⡘⣆⠈⡴⠡ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠠⡂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡄⠀⠀⢀⠀⠐⢈⢦⡀⠒⡈⡰⠞⠡⢀⠡ ⣿⣿⣽⢿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡘⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠁⠐⠣⡀⠐⡠⢣⡑⢊⠦ ⣼⣻⣷⡛⠿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⠰⢯⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠡⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣤⢁⠣⡘⢄⠣ ⠿⠻⠿⢷⣤⣍⠁⠀⠀⡠⠤⠤⣴⣦⣴⣿⠂⡌⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡙⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⡌⢢⠑⡘⢢ ⣿⣶⣶⣤⣄⣀⠄⠀⠘⠸⠥⣒⢌⡘⠻⠿⠾⠦⢅⡱⠄⡠⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡀⢬⣹⠀⢁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣘⣿⣤⣥⣬⣥ ⣿⣿⢿⡿⣿⣿⢧⣦⠤⣓⠞⡀⢃⠼⠭⠶⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠷⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣽⣱⣯⣟⣻⣽⣿⣧⣶⡶⢺⣗⣒⣶⣤⣮⣿⣋⣙⢛⣹⣧⢴⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠫⠹⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⢘⣡⣿⣷⣿⣿⣟⣿⣻⡟⠀⣀⣈⡹⢛⠟⣻⡟⢻⠟⢻⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣿⠣⣶⢢⡿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢃⠁⡜⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠿⢿⣿⣿⠿⠿ ⣮⠹⣾⣯⣏⡶⣏⡪⠥⢐⠠⠏⠘⠀⠊⣤⡟⢃⠐⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⣡⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⢧⣌⣾⣿⣿⣿⡟⠀⢈⣙⣧⣀⠀⡀⠪⡭⠒⠒ ⣦⣹⣙⣿⣿⠏⠁⣀⡼⣹⣨⠢⢤⣶⣿⠋⠀⣡⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⡞⣿⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣎⠀⠀⢙⣿⣵⣬⣔⣤⠐ ⣿⣾⣿⣿⠇⣠⣾⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣿⠁⢠⣾⣿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⠄⣾⣿⣷⣯⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⡷⠁⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣷⣢⣦⠙⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡷⣽⡛⣿⣿⡿⣿⢽⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣵⣿⣧⠰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⠽⠠⢠⣿⣿⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⡔⢆⡘⣿⢿⣻

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Can we not be freaks and put proshipper combos here. Thanks. 😐

ඞyou are gඞy

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⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ˙⊹「🎞️」⊹˙ ⌗ *age* ₅₅₅ @*name* ˗ˏˋ ★pronouns★ ˎˊ˗ ↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺ *song lyrics/song*ִ ࣪𖤐 ˙(search itsmisty for more!!)

ྀི ྀི °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･^ྀི 𐙚

black male + 2 black females

uncle A 👑 👑

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only°su❤︎

⠀⠀⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣾⣻⣿⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣶⣾⠉⠳⠂⢲ ⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠁ ⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⡽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⢰⣿⣿⣿⡿⢷⣤⣙⣿⣿⣿⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢤⡎⠀⠀ ⣴⣿⣟⠛⠋⣢⡤⣽⣿⣿⠯⠛⠟⠛⠏⠛⠣⡿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢺⠇⠀⠀ ⣿⣿⣿⡩⠽⣻⢿⠛⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠙⢿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠸⠀⠀⠀ ⣿⣿⣿⠛⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠉⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⣆⠀⠀ ⣿⣿⠛⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⠂⢕⣂⣤⢤⣄⠀⠈⣟⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀ ⢻⣿⡙⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⠟⠉⠁⠈⠛⢧⡠⢜⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀ ⢸⣿⢡⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⢀⣴⣿⠟⣁⠄⠂⣁⣄⠀⠀⢣⢈⢿⣿⣿⣿⡉⠀ ⠀⢹⡟⠉⠛⠻⠿⣶⣄⡀⠉⢰⠞⢁⣨⠖⢿⠿⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⢇⠘⣿⠝⣻⣇⠀ ⠀⠀⣧⠀⣀⣤⣴⣴⣢⢼⠀⠀⠓⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⡏⢆⠃⣿⡀ ⠀⠀⣿⠐⢏⠨⠋⠁⠀⡞⡆⠀⠱⡈⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢾⡇⠤⢠⣿⠁ ⣠⣀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⡇⠀⠀⠱⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡆⠀⣿⣶⣿⠋⠀ ⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢳⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡟⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣶⡇ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠰⣳⣴⠖⢉⠭⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⡤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⢻⡿⣿⣿⣷ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⡢⡀⠀⢤⡐⢉⡉⠭⠤⠘⠁⡀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡞⠀⣷⡘⢿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⢯⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⣀⠄⠄⠀⠀⠀⢀⡞⠀⠀⢸⣹⡘⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡗⠒⠒⠚⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠞⠀⠀⠀⠀⡏⡇⢩ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⡵⢁⢾⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠃⢠⠀ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢟⠟⡌⠘⢅⣾⢻⠢⢄⣀⣀⣀⡤⠞⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡄⠘⠀

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 🌷࿔⭑⤷your pronouns🪼࿔⭑ ๋🌺࿔⭑⤷your favorite song or your b-day 🎀࿔⭑ 🌷࿔⭑⤷your fandom 🍒࿔⭑ ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Lyrics of a song ࿔⭑🎂🧸

✿ .˚ sageeeee🌳 -⃝⃤ 🐾 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚗 :3 ! ꒱ .𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑ -⃝⃤ ☽⋆ 𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛 𖦹 xo sagee ⋆˚🌻˖° ⋆˚🐾˖°(caption) ꒰ #therian #furry #cringe #antizoophile #fyp #nature #natureway ꒱

I am a kid here and I dont care let me search up my skibidi toilet 🤪✨

A °𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐙° :¨ ·.· ¨:suck my🍆(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ🤪⏱

⋆ ˚｡⋆𐙚˚ 𝑻𝒖𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒏𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ᡣ𐭩

୨୧ ᡣ𐭩 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ PLZ go visit my friend pinterest : Yorii_Natsuki and follow her PLZ -`♡´-

NO INNAPROPRIATE!!! ONLY LUV + KINDNESS🤗 -`♡´- ✨

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*+🧦🚀⚒️+*.

🌸🌺🪸🐚🌷💐🪻🍉🍒 preppy, for, life ⭐️⭐️⭐️👩🏼‍🦲

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🎠 , . .. ( 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐫 ! ⊃ ┆╭ ³²¹🚦╮. ┆ sнє’ԃ : ┆’ ᴏᴋᴀʏ ,ᴅᴏɴᴇ ғᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ !‘

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instead of wasting your time making a drama about they're pretending or not, how about just go out and get a life?

when did this have a community lol💀

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( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) ᡣ𐭩

are you alone?

-⃝⃤𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 -⃝⃤ 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝙽𝙾 𝚉𝙾𝙾 𝚂𝙿𝙰𝙲𝙴 •◌•◌•◌•◌•◌•◌•◌•★•◌•◌•◌•◌•◌•◌•◌•✰⋆｡:ﾟ･*☽:ﾟ･⋆｡✰⋆｡:ﾟ･*☽:ﾟ･⋆｡✰⋆｡:ﾟ･*☽ ☆𝙼𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜???? 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎. ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊 ❀𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍𝚘 ❀𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗 ❀ ❀ ❀ ➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶ 𝙼𝚢 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𓃠 𓃥 𓃠 𓆝 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 ☾𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 ☾𝚗𝚘 𝚣𝚘𝚘𝚜 ☾ ☾ 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢!!! ❀•°•═════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════•°•❀ 🐨🐸❣

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*that evening, jason takes sara out to a nice restaurant. the sit across the table, their fingers intertwined as he holds her hand tightly on the table.*

Ok we get it there r kids on this website 💀💀

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I know that some people are saying that 'there are children on here' and 'Just let ppl be themselves, kids are prob wont understand' but can yall just post emoji combos and not random beef and stop arguing?!? It's a pretty small website (still very good) and kids mostly dont know about this (i think) so can yall stop fighting over the stuff on here and just leave it to the mods? Like pls we just want emoji combos. anyways heres a combo : *•✧°🌀

Hello! If you are a thorny gross person, please put your gross stuff where it belongs, in the garbage, Not in here. I bet many little kids are seeing your horrid stuff right this minute, And thanks to you, They will be mind-cursed at a young age! Let their parents/guardians explain that to them! If you don have anything else to do, then go outside, touch some grass, and scram! Kids are just trying to find cute emojis and they find your gross garbage! (｡ • ̀ ᴖ • ́｡)- Change the way you are! Its not a good way to live life! If you keep being this way, trust me you are not going to be happy, You can end up in prison! So change your way! And be nice to kids <3 its our duty to protect them, they are our priority and our legacy ✩ I am not a parent and i am not an adult, I am a teen probably like you. So please get your thorny stuff out of here!૮ ˶•⤙•˶ა

please dont post gross stuff on here!! kids who are young like probably 9 year olds are just trying to find cute combos. spread the word (≧ヮ≦) also people who are spreading the word, please do not put curse words. its the same example for kids with the gross things but with curse words. thanks love<3 bye!!(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡🎀🍓

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