Lovelyangel. Emojis & Text

Copy & Paste Lovelyangel. Emojis & Symbols story i wrote while in class :p。゚•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• 。゚𝘛

story i wrote while in class :p 。゚•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• 。゚ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘜𝘴 𝘋𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘮 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘤𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳—𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢, 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘺, 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹—𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺. 𝘡𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 . 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘴, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘹 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘵, 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘩, 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘱, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘵—𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘶𝘱. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵, 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘯, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘈 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦. 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘷𝘺. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬—𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵. 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. “𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥,” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘖𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴. “𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥,” 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳?” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘈 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘈 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐’𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯. 𝘈 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺, “𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.” 𝘈 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘈 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦. 𝘈 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳— “𝘔𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰.” 𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘋𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘴. “𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬…” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, “𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.” 𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘐 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺. 𝘐 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘺, 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘐 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬— “𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦.” 。゚•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• 。゚ search ( lovelyangel.) for more storues written by me

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Skibidi Toilet stared at the reflection in the mirror, his eyes red from crying. It had been a rough week, and it was only Tuesday. He had to make a decision he never thought he'd face. The room was silent, except for the occasional drip of the faucet echoing through the emptiness. It was a stark contrast to the usual laughter and banter that filled his house when LankyBox was around. LankyBox, with his awkward charm and gaming prowess, had captured Skibidi's heart. But the cracks in their relationship had started to show when Skibidi realized that Lanky's 'gyatt' was at a mere level one. It was something he had tried to overlook, but in the hypercompetitive world of gaming, it was a glaring weakness. The lack of confidence in Lanky's voice when he played, the way he'd shrink away during raids - it all pointed to the same thing. No rizz. Skibidi knew he had to face the music. He took a deep breath, wiped his tears, and opened his computer. His fingers hovered over the keys, composing a message in his mind before he finally started typing. "Hey Lanky, we need to talk." The words felt like lead as they materialized on the screen. He stared at them for what felt like an eternity before hitting send. The minutes ticked by like hours. The anticipation was unbearable. Finally, a notification popped up. Lanky had seen the message. Skibidi's heart raced as he waited for a response. The seconds stretched into minutes, and just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, the chat bubble flickered to life. "What's up, Skib?" Skibidi's fingers trembled as he began to type. "I don't think we're... compatible anymore. I need someone with more... presence in the game." The words stung as he wrote them, but he knew he had to be honest. Lanky's silence was deafening, and Skibidi felt the weight of his words hanging in the digital void. He waited, his eyes glued to the screen. After what felt like an eternity, Lanky responded, "What do you mean?" His avatar's expression was a blend of confusion and sadness. Skibidi's chest tightened, but he couldn't take it back now. "I need someone who can keep up with me, Lanky. Someone who doesn't hold me back with your low level gyatt." The words felt like a betrayal, but he had to be firm. Lanky went offline without another word, leaving Skibidi to face the cold reality of his decision. The house was eerily quiet, and Skibidi couldn't shake the feeling that he had made a terrible mistake. He tossed and turned in bed that night, plagued by thoughts of Lanky's hurt expression and the hollowness of their once vibrant relationship. The next morning, Lanky was gone. His side of the bed was cold, and his gaming chair sat empty. Skibidi felt a pang of regret, but he pushed it aside, telling himself he'd done what was best for both of them. He went about his day, trying to focus on work and friends, but every time he looked at his gaming setup, the void was glaring. That evening, Lanky returned home, his eyes puffy from crying. He'd spent the day scouring the internet for answers to his gyatt woes, determined to prove himself. He had bookmarked countless articles and YouTube tutorials titled "How to Level Up Your Gyatt in Record Time," avoiding the clickbait promises of overnight transformations. He sat at the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the floor, avoiding eye contact. "Lanky," Skibidi began tentatively, "I didn't mean to hurt you." Lanky looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and determination. "I know," he said, his voice small. "But I want to change. I want to be someone you can be proud of in the game." The next week, Lanky threw himself into training. He watched videos, read blogs, and even signed up for an online gyatt boot camp. The house was a blur of energy drinks and furious typing as Lanky competed in the World Gyatt Olympics, an intense digital competition where contestants battled to push each other out of the virtual ring using their charm and wit. Days turned into weeks, and Skibidi could see the change in Lanky. He was more confident, his laughter grew louder, and there was a spark in his eyes that hadn't been there before. The WGO finals approached, and Lanky's dedication paid off. He found himself in the final round, his heart racing as the virtual lights shone down on him. The contestants were all skilled, but Lanky had something extra—desperation, hope, and a love that fueled his every move. The match was intense. Lanky's avatar, once a noobish representation of himself, had morphed into a force to be reckoned with. His quips were sharper, his strategies more refined. And then it happened—Lanky pushed the last player out of the ring with a flourish of digital finesse. The chat exploded with congratulatory emojis and cheers, and there it was, the gold gyatt medal appearing around his avatar's neck. Skibidi watched from the sidelines, his heart swelling with pride. He couldn't believe it. Lanky had done it. He'd gone from a level one to a champion. The TV broadcasted the final moments of Lanky's victory, and as the camera zoomed in on his triumphant face, Skibidi felt a pang of regret. He had underestimated Lanky, and in doing so, had hurt the person he cared about the most. He knew he had to make amends. The crowd in the arena roared as Lanky's victory was announced. Skibidi's phone buzzed with notifications—messages from friends and viewers alike, praising Lanky's performance. But it was the one from Lanky that made his heart skip a beat: "I did it for us, Skib. Can we talk?" Skibidi took a deep breath and typed back, "I'm watching you right now, Lanky. You're amazing. Let's talk when you get home." The anticipation was palpable as Skibidi waited for Lanky to return. He had so much to say, so much to apologize for. When Lanky finally walked through the door, clutching his gold gyatt medal, Skibidi was there, ready to listen, to understand, and hopefully, to make things right.
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STORY ABT HOW MY ''BEST-FRIEND'' SINCE BIRTH DESTROYED MY ROOM AND UNALIVED MY BABY (my hamster) So, basically, Luca, my best friend of 19 years (yes, since birth), betrayed me in the most horrible way, and I’m still trying to process it. T his happened about a month ago, and it’s been tough. Let me tell you the whole story. A few weeks ago, I had this huge argument with Luca because I didn’t want to hang out with him. See, my mom had just had a m!_scarriage, and I was planning to spend the day with her to support her through it. I figured, family first, right? But Luca just didn’t care. He kept pushing me, asking why I couldn’t just hang out with him, and I told him I needed to be there for my mom. And he was just… so mad. He kept saying I was making excuses and that I was overreacting. It just felt like he couldn’t understand why I wanted to be there for my family at such a difficult time. Eventually, we made up. But I could tell something felt off. It wasn’t the same, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was brewing beneath the surface. Then, a couple of days later, I came home from work or whatever, and when I opened the door, all the lights were off, except for my room. My heart started racing, and something just didn’t feel right. I walked through the house, and when I opened my bedroom door, I couldn’t believe what I saw. Luca had snuck in and completely ruined my room. My bookshelf was on the floor, books scattered everywhere, some pages even ripped out. It was like he just trashed everything. My clothes and hangers had been thrown out the window, and it was raining. Everything was wet, and I just… I didn’t know what to think. My posters—the ones I had spent years collecting—ripped off the walls. He went through my stuff and stole some of my jewelry, broke my necklaces, and I couldn’t even find my photos. I looked at my pinboard, and all my pictures were ripped up, as if he was trying to erase all the memories we had together. It got worse—my ceiling light was gone. Gone. No idea why. And then, I noticed my blanket and bed sheets were missing, and my pillows were nowhere to be found. My makeup? Completely destroyed. My eyeshadow was cracked beyond repair, and I couldn’t even use it anymore. My lipsticks were useless. My mirror—broken. I just stood there, looking around, completely shattered by what I was seeing. It felt like my whole room, my space, my everything, was just completely violated. And then, I walked over to my hamster’s cage, because he’s my baby, and it was gone. My heart stopped. I started looking around frantically, until I saw him—under my bed, unalive. I couldn’t believe it. I burst into tears, so upset and angry that he the person I had trusted for years—could do this to me. I immediately texted him, asking what happened. He denied it at first. He said it wasn’t him and that I was overreacting. But, deep down, I knew. No one else could’ve done this. And then, after a few hours of silence, he admitted it. He sent a message saying he was sorry, but his words felt empty. He said he was angry, but nothing could justify the destruction he caused. He was just… sorry. At that point, I knew I couldn’t keep him in my life anymore. I cut him off. It hurt, more than anything, because Luca was my best friend for so long. 19 years. And in a single moment, he showed me that he was willing to throw everything away for whatever reason he had. I still don’t understand why. But sometimes, people aren’t who you think they are. And I can’t let someone like that stay in my life. Not anymore... search Priscilla storytimezz for more story times like these
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♡ ∩_∩ („• ֊ •„)♡ | ̄U U ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄| | Da story of a | | Lil bunny |  ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ . ⊹ ₊ __ ♡ ⊂⊂ • ) / | ⊂_﹏u "Ooo a heart!" /) /) ପ(˶•-•˶)ଓ ♡ /づ づ *Catches heart* /)/) ( ˶•༝•) ୭( づ♡ "Yay! Oh this looks fragile..." /)/) ( ᴗ͈ ᴗ͈) c( づ♡ "Dw! I will keep you safe" ᐢ⑅ᐢ (\ (\ ( ˶• ༝ •˶) ( ˶• ༝ •˶) /づ~ ♡ ♡~<\ *fall in luv* /)/) (\(\ ( . .) (. . ) o( づ♡⊂ )o ★ ⁺. ⊹ . ⊹ ★ ⁺. ⊹ ★⁺. (\_(\ /)_/) ( ) ( ) / | | \ ( O | | O ) ♡𝐿𝓊𝓋 𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇♡ (\(\_/) (-( ) *with another girl * (>( ) (\__(\ *𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕡* (o _ o ) (/) (\ ) /) /) ( . . ) ( づ💔 ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ… Pt2 Me Ex (\(\ /)/) (‧ ‧`) ( . .) <(...) (ა૮ )o (ა💌 (\(\ /)/) (‧ ‧`) (‧ ‧ ) (ა૮ )o (ა💌 (\(\ (\(\ (,,0 0)(- -,,) ( ა૮💌૮ )o ____________________ | Im sorry. | | pls pls pls | | forgive me. | |ik what u did, but | |my life is not the same | |without u. | | - Ex...❤️‍🩹 | |___________________| "Hmm" (\_/) 💕 ( •-•)💕 />💌 "My heart! It's fixed!" /)/) ( . .) c( づ♡ "Thank you... i forgive!" ♡ ∩∩ („• ֊ •„)♡ /)/) (\(\ ( . .) (. . ) ( づ💗⊂ ) 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇♡ ☆ ᕱ⑅ᕱ ପ(„• ༝ •„)ଓ ┏━∪∪━━━━━━━━━━━━ Da end
/)/) ( . .) "eatz" /づ 🧁 /)/) (\(\ ( • •)? (• • ) can i pwease eat that too /づ🧁 vv \ (\(\ (\(\ ( • •)No.(• • ) 🧁⊂\ vv \ (\(\ (\(\ ( • •)(• • ) give me that! 🧁⊂\ ⊂ \ /)/) (\(\ ( 0 0) Noo! (. . ) / づ 🧁⊂\ "sad" /)/) (\(\ ( . .)"" (• • ) / vv 🧁⊂\ /)/) (\(\ ( • •)? (. . ) Ok fine, u can have it. / vv 🧁⊂\ /)/) (\(\ ( ᵔ ᵔ)thx! (. . )"" / づ🧁 vv \ btw we can share if u want! /)/) (\(\ ( ᵔ ᵔ) (• • ) huh..? / づ🧁 vv \ /)/) (\(\ ( ᵔ ᵔ) (ᵔ ᵔ ) okay! / づ🧁⊂ \ 🎀🐀
wattpad bio 4 writers (search fragile bambi for more) 🧁 welcome to my bakery! everything here is soft-baked & slow-written ✎ choose any book to read the menu… each story is a dessert waiting to be tasted. baked with lowercase thoughts, coquette daydreams, and a lil' bit of pink sugar 💌 no stealing recipes or licking the spoon without asking ♡ ୨୧ est. by @ (your username) ୨୧ age | race + race | poetry + gxg stories (change this if u want) ୨୧ i bake in metaphors and frost in feelings ୨୧ no hate in the kitchen or you’ll be blocked with a bow 🎀 MADE BY @laceonpaper ON WATTPAD! REMOVE IF U WANT
stortytime on how i got my first period. So, basically, I got my first period when I was 13, and it was, hands down, the most embarrassing moment of my life. Let me break it down. It all started like a normal school day. I was walking around campus, casually heading to class, when I bumped into my crush, Ethan. You know, the guy I’d been crushing on forever. He was cute, popular, and a little bit of a dork — perfect combination, right? Anyway, we started talking, and it was like one of those moments where everything feels perfect. We were just chatting, and things were going smoothly. Too smoothly, to be honest. Then, out of nowhere, as we were getting closer, Ethan leaned in like he was about to kiss me. I was, like, about to die because, hello, it’s my first kiss potential here, right? But just as he took a step back, I felt something wet and cold. I looked down. Blood. It was literally running down my leg. And not just like a little bit, but a full-on trail. Ethan’s eyes widened, and then I swear, he gagged. I was mortified. He looked at me, then back at the trail of blood, and before I could even say anything, he ran away looking disgusted. I stood there for a solid 10 seconds, just processing what had just happened. Like, did he just literally RUN AWAY because of my period? And to make it worse, I was wearing white shorts. WHITE. SHORTS. The blood stained so bad that I was, like, walking around campus with a bloody trail that everyone could see. I had to walk all the way to the bathroom to try and fix this disaster, but here’s the kicker: I didn’t have any pads or anything on me. So I had to use toilet paper as a pad (which, by the way, is NOT effective at all) while walking past people who were staring and laughing at me. Like, people were literally looking at me like I was a walking crime scene. And I couldn’t even do anything about it. Some people were whispering, others were just flat-out laughing, and I wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. Finally, after what felt like hours (but was probably only like 10 minutes), I made it to the bathroom, and I’m not even gonna lie — I was almost in tears. I texted my best friend about the whole thing, and she just responded with a million laughing emojis, which, honestly, didn’t help. Moral of the story? If you ever get your period in white shorts and in front of your crush, just know that the universe is cruel. ;( search Priscilla storytimezz for more stories like this
♡ ∩_∩ („• ֊ •„)♡ | ̄U U ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄| | Da story of a | | Lil bunny | | By Anna |  ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ ̄ . ⊹ ₊ __ ♡ ⊂⊂ • ) / | ⊂_﹏u "Ooo a heart!" /) /) ପ(˶•-•˶)ଓ ♡ /づ づ *Catches heart* /)/) ( ˶•༝•) ୭( づ♡ "Yay! Oh this looks fragile..." /)/) ( ᴗ͈ ᴗ͈) c( づ♡ "Dw! I will keep you safe" ᐢ⑅ᐢ (\ (\ ( ˶• ༝ •˶) ( ˶• ༝ •˶) /づ~ ♡ ♡~<\ *fall in luv* /)/) (\(\ ( . .) (. . ) o( づ♡⊂ )o ★ ⁺. ⊹ . ⊹ ★ ⁺. ⊹ ★⁺. (\_(\ /)_/) ( ) ( ) / | | \ ( O | | O ) ♡𝐿𝓊𝓋 𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇♡ (\(\_/) (-( ) *with another girl *his sis (>( ) she do not know (\__(\ *𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕡* (o _ o ) (/) (\ ) /) /) ( . . ) ( づ💔 ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ… Pt2 Me Ex (\(\ /)/) (‧ ‧`) ( . .) <(...) (ა૮ )o (ა💌 (\(\ /)/) (‧ ‧`) (‧ ‧ ) (ა૮ )o (ა💌 (\(\ (\(\ (,,0 0)(- -,,) ( ა૮💌૮ )o ____________________ | Im sorry. | | pls pls pls | | forgive me. | | It was my sis I was with| | my life is not the same | | without u. | | - Ex...❤️‍🩹 | |__________________| "Hmm" (\_/) 💕 ( •-•)💕 />💌 "My heart! It's fixed!" /)/) ( . .) c( づ♡ "Thank you... I forgive you!" ♡ ∩∩ („• ֊ •„)♡ /)/) (\(\ ( . .) (. . ) ( づ💗⊂ ) 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇♡ ☆ ᕱ⑅ᕱ ପ(„• ༝ •„)ଓ ┏━∪∪━━━━━━━━━━━━ Da end
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ boop へ ╱| ૮ - ՛ ) つ(> < 7 / ⁻ ៸ 、˜〵 乀 (ˍ, ل じしˍ,)ノ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ owww へ ╱| ૮ - ՛ ) つ(> < 7 / ⁻ ៸ 、˜〵 乀 (ˍ, ل じしˍ,)ノ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ *crying* へ ╱| ૮ - ՛ ) つ(> < 7 / ⁻ ៸ ^〵 乀 (ˍ, ل じしˍ,)ノ *thinks about what he just did* へ ╱| ૮ ° °) (> < 7 *still crying* / ⁻ ៸ 、^〵 乀 (ˍ, ل じしˍ,)ノ im sorry mimi へ ╱| ૮ - - ) (> < 7 *sniffs* “I-i-its o-ok” / ^ ៸ 、^〵 乀 (ˍ, ل じしˍ,)ノ R we still friends? へ ╱| ૮ •. • ) (• • 7 ofc! / ^ ៸ , ‘〵 乀 (ˍ, ل じしˍ,)ノ The End 💖
Trump was in hiss office in white house when biden showed up. Trumps eyes widen and he blushes. Biden wasn’t wearing any clothes. “T-trump-kun…?” he blushes as well, putting his litle hands in front of his throbbing manhood. Trump stares at Biden for a couple seconds, feeling his meat candle growing hard. “y-yes, kitten joe…?~” Trump says in a seductive voice, Biden giggles at the name. When he giggles his ass jiggles and Trump observers that. when he sees Biden,s fat gyatt jiggle he ekjacukates hard in his pants, letting out a loud moan. Biden gasps and then ejaculates as well. his ejaculation shoots all over the walls and floors. Biden falls down to the floor from the force of his ejaculate. he is a moaning mess as he twitches and shakes . he can not speak. only moan, Trimp comes up to him and then started stroking his manhood, staring at Biden on the ground. he ejaculates immediately and then he falls as well. obama comes in after a while too see the two gay men ejaculating over and ober again on the floor. when trump sees him he yells “NI-“ but then he’s cut off by a loud crash, it was abraham lincon. he was there to save the day. “fear not for i am here.!” lincon says as he whips ou his cock. he then uses his teleport to the eifil tower all of them where he observes that there were two gay men ther. one had brown hair and bandages while the otyer was ginger. the brown haird ones ass was impaled on the top of the eifel tower ejaculation all over him. lincon decides that it was a good idea so once the brown haird guy gets off the eifil tower spike he picks up Trump, impaling his ass on the spike. Trump yelled in pain but then started moaning and immediately ejaculates. observing Trumps ejaculation, biden and obama ejaculate as well, it falling down on to a nother gay man who moans and ejaculates as well. then every gay man started ejaculating because lincon was broadcast the whole thing and all were watching it. then lincon ejaculates and it goes into the sky and lands into a french guys baget and the ejaculation was poisonus so when the fucking stupid ass french man takes a delicate bite , he starts choking on the ejaculation. he then fucking dies. moral of the story is fuck the french.🇨🇵🥐🥖🗼🌿
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guys if ur gonna post smut or wtv pls put warnings,, and proshipping + paraphilia is fvcking disgusting. atleast make your smut good you little horndogs 💀 it's ok to have sexual feelings and to write abt them but make sure there's tags!! ^_^ the main problem is ppl putting random tags like 'star' and 'coquette' underneath it, put relevant tags so when ppl wanna see it that's what they find and when they don't, they see silly littel emoji combos !! - alienkat :33

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Dropping some school related drama . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Okay so, i was going into the girls bathroom the other day and i legit saw a megamind shrine. A FRICKING- like there was a blue balloon on it was a pic of megamind, and around it was blue jewellery and stuff nah but seriously two girls SKIPPED school to watch over the shrine my school is a psych ward at this point (╥﹏╥)
im an adult and came here for emojis. discovering there is a world of kids just having discourse on a fucking emoji site is wild to me. A word of advice. dont post your fanfic and writing to here, nsfw or otherwise. wattpad exists. please just go there you will have a much better experience trust me. might even garner a following. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
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There’s something poetic about screaming before you die. In under-exertion, like a deer caught in the headlights, you fail to get away from your captor, but you cover yourself up nonetheless in useless armor of your own forearms, turning your head away in fear. You think it’ll do something, but in the heat of the moment (or maybe your blood vessels, the hair on your arm standing on its ends) you don’t think it’ll do anything but. There’s probably a policy for how that works. Science. Logic. The iron will of a hand flayed out, all the while the person doing so furrows their brows, the corners of their open mouth wrinkling against their cheek in a crude gesture of dominance. Shame on me for depicting that as something wrong, because I’m doing it right now, right? Subtle, but not subtle at the same time. The gesture of raising your arm, up-up-up into the sky, and lowering your hands clasped together a knife wrapped around it down-down-down into your victim, all the while they yell for their lives, something utterly futile; but poetic too. One of mankind’s elegies in their final death throes, expressing it in the way they know best. Conversing, saying something - opening their mouth, wide, before it closes, and so do your eyes, and your legs altogether, collapsing onto the ground. … Ha. Has winter ever been this cold? Tsugino stared down at the corpse beneath him, his back unable to hitch its owner up by the feet anymore now hunched against a garbage bag. He stared at him — it, or him? His face, so previously full of life the day before at school, chatting with a bunch of his classmates which surrounded him; eyes beady brown, glimmering in the specks of dust splattering from against the classroom window… now marble-like. His face was never this dark before, his bangs casting a shadow downwards his eyelids and into his cheeks. It was never this cold before, either. With his right palm touching the corpse’s cheek, he blew an exhale into it a moment after. There was no use caring for a NO. If they didn’t love him, who’s to say he had to care for their wellbeing in dingy alleyways either? Nobody. Nobody at all. _ … Though, now, he had somebody by his side. Wasn't that enough for him? He didn't know at all. Bleak days of cooking, walking to preparatory school, sauntering back home so as to review his notes, all the while met with a familiar face that greeted him each day — red bangs which curled into a small face, and into sharp eyes the same hue as his hair bounced each time Maeno tilted his head to the side, squinting due to his smiling widely — saying “Oh, Tsugino, you've finished cooking dinner?!” only to scrunch itself up in disgust, realizing he had mixed vegetables in it . . . this was fine, after all. Tsugino had grown accustomed to it. In fact, he delighted in such normality, knowing that for once, he was content with this life. He smiled at the sky, and it smiled back at him. If only it had just stayed the same forever. For some reason, Tsugino couldn't help but turn his head away from Maeno, not in contempt, but neutrality, because he realized something was off with the way he viewed his roommate (friend, former doctor, former handcuffed-by-the-wrist-partner) and he didn't know how to deal with it. He'd had felt these feelings before, but now that he was more, admittedly, mentally stable, the influx of emotions came through into his brain, overriding its insides completely. He didn't know what to do in order to handle these emotions, because he knew what they were; he just didn't want to say them out loud. He knew what it was. It was just at the tip of his tongue, rolling off of his mouth, swirling into his ears and back into his brain, mind’s eye trembling at the thought of it. He knew it was. Each thought he had about Doc intensified by the second, each tick of the clock creaking in a momentary steadying of itself before spinning in circles. His own cheek in his own palm. A pursing of his lips. His elbow holding his face propped onto his studying desk. His eyes inclined to the wooden surface, for it had naught else to focus onto for the time being. Maeno grinning, his teeth crooked into the shape of a feline cat shining through his open mouth. His eyes closed, fluttered, eyelashes barely visible when opened were his eyelids now visible, specks of what seemed to be dust sprinkled about. His red hair, messy, strands coiling themselves back into his scalp because he barely brushed his hair, if ever, even though the braid which dangled through his right bang was neatly kept, moving, turning once he looked at the camera (Tsugino’s imagination) Snap. Maeno’s eyes. They angled upwards, the upper eyelid curving into an arc ever-so-slightly. His pupils were smaller than the average person, the bottom half of his sclera made visible by his irises shaped into an oval, though jouncing to the side each little glance he took at each little precious thing he wanted to focus his attention onto. Snap. Maeno’s eyebrows. They were thin, long. Darker than his hair color. They were expressive. If you were to cover up his entire face, his eyebrows would still be something you could utilize in order to discern what he was feeling. Snap. Each time his collarbones peeked out from under his shirt as he angled his torso towards you. Snap. His fingers, long, scarred. Even though they had bandaids littered about, right onto his knuckles or other more curious locations like the tip of his index finger, they were pretty to look at, veins protruding through the back of his palm as they posed for the camera or as they wrapped themselves around an object. Snap. His skin. Snap. His knees. Snap. His ankles. Snap. His wrists. Snap. His chin. Snap. His cheeks. Snap. His ears. Snap. His back. Snap. His nape. Snap…? His everything? Was it the click of a polaroid camera, slowly lifted down in order for Tsugino to look at his muse in all of his glory, or a metaphor for Tsugino’s desire to eat Maeno whole? Was it his forlorn to reach his hand out to Maeno as he placed his palm onto his, wrapping his fingers around his hand before gently tugging at Maeno’s wrist, afterwards pulling him forward, leaning his chin into his for a kiss, or did he want to sink his teeth into his lips, tearing through it for he lowered it down into his chin, lower and lower into his stomach stained with blood which trailed through the gaping hole in his stomach, crudely shaped into the edge of a knife? Was it about Tsugino's scrutinizing gaze, cold, soft, everything in between, or his desire to kill Aki? It was both. It was two. One. Haru wanted to kill him. He wanted to see him dead. He wanted to see Aki’s guts spill out from outwards his stomach, the tenderness coming with a splurch and ending in a crescendo that was from in-and-out, dipping into the sausage-like organs. He wanted to reel his forearms back into the air, holding a knife in his trembling hands now gripping tighter onto the handle, only to stab Aki in the throat. He wanted to see him in such a position he couldn't help but be killed by him, maybe yelling, or maybe not. Maybe tears running down his cheeks, down the corner of his sharp eyes now squinting, closing in impulse; he wanted to kiss his tears away. He wanted to see its translucence, sempiternal, somewhat vaguely stained with red coming from his stomach, or his throat, or his eye, any part of him. He would accept all of them. He would accept all of them gratefully, kissing them too, or cutting them up into tiny pieces, chewing each in his mouth with a crunch from his left and a crunch from his right, before leaning into his collarbone made visible by the tank-top unfolding to the side, sinking his teeth into his skin, deeper into the flesh, and deeper into the muscle. He would like that. Two Haru loved him. Aki had taught him cruelly the meaning of love, and gently the meaning of love. He wanted to wrap his fingers around Aki’s jaw, before sliding his fingers forward to his chin so as to prop his mouth in front of his, kissing him, the hot air pressing against their faces each breath they took through inside of the mouths, pirouetting, swirling into their humid surroundings as Haru tilted his head to the side so as to lick at Aki’s tongue, swirling it around the base, their salivas mixing together into one - maybe that was the sort of thing he sought out in eating him, because that too was Aki inside of him. … … … … … Tsugino knew what he felt. He was so embarrassed, he had to say it. There was no use running away from it any longer, anyways, because any more and he'd have been lying to himself. He had a crush on Doc. Maeno Aki.
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idc about the shitty smut on this website or the "erm guys you cant dislike sex, the stigma on it comes from religious extremism!!" (which may be true but there are plenty of reasons to not want to see sex everywhere AND acknowledge that forced religion is bad) , but i think itd be really cool if, on this website, you could make an account and then block tags that upset you so that i dont have to hear about everyone yappin
𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘺. 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘫𝘪𝘴. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘣𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘴.𝘤𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘫𝘪𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘫𝘪𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘣𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦. 𝘗𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘫𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 (𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴) 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘸, 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘫𝘪𝘴/𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘥. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘣𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘫𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘫𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥. 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘌𝘕𝘋 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘣𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘗 𝘚𝘞𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘫𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘖𝘕𝘓𝘠 𝘚𝘌𝘕𝘋 𝘊𝘜𝘛𝘌 𝘌𝘔𝘖𝘑𝘐𝘚/𝘚𝘠𝘔𝘉𝘖𝘓𝘚/𝘈𝘗𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘈𝘛𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘚 𝘖𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘞𝘌𝘉𝘚𝘐𝘛𝘌. 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘒 𝘠𝘖𝘜🙂
/⟩/⟩ ⟨ . .⟩ ←𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 ‹⟨>📱 {\{\ {?°°} “𝘿𝙤 𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧?”> c{>📱 {\/} {///} <“𝙉𝙤, 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮!” {><} /⟩/⟩ ⟨ ^^⟩ ←𝙄'𝙢 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙚... ‹⟨>📱 {\{\ {!°°} “𝘿𝙤 𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧?”> c{>📱 {\/} {///} <“𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝, '𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮!” {><}
btw yalls smut fics suck ass ^_^ stop being fucking weird. Go on Tumblr or ao3 or wattpad or something not a fucking font website. Let people look for emojis u waste of space
EMMA HOW DARE YOU STOLE MY MANZZZZ AND NOW YOU CAN EAT💩💩HAVE FUN WITH HIM IDCCCCC
JAKEYYY IKK YOU LIKE ME BETTER BOO BOO BEAR 🌸🌸💋💋🍷🍷🍆🍆
`it has been tough these few days. As I see the world crumble around me, only droughts end in my place. Ever since the usurper to the throne had been the assistant, rather shocking. This world.`

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*farts violently* *o-oops.. I-m sorry😓😓❤️❤️ was that too stinky n loud? I promise not to e-eat 69 beans a day, U-UWU!! Kacchan! :33 I ate child wen todey😜😜😋😋🙏🙏 r u gay, I-I MEAN!! Uhh, I shiddted bricks on your uncle's lingerie😅😅😅 sowwy I-I OWOO I wuvv shoving shovels down 2 week old orphans throats!! Haha, so preppy, I'm sorry if I bothered you. I-I'm just built like this *screams like a time bomb built from 1869* THE ZAZAAAj💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩 DATTEBAYOOO AMBATUKAAAMM (bwwhdjhdbbdbdbbbbbbhhhbb) 😝😝😝😝 d-do u also uhh use ur grandparents ashes as seasoning and chew on their breast implants?? DRAKE DRAKE DRAKE DRAKE👰👰👰👰👰🤰" *she looks into ur hairy azz as she grabs the scaramouche flavored Nair cream and menacingly shoves it up ur azz* *looks at ur toes* GYATTTT😍😍😍😍 *licks ur toes* It tastes like rat dookie and potato corner Yummers U-UwU 🤗🤗🤗 Ngl you look like Caseoh no Offense sorry Kacchan UWU OWO 🥺🥺🥺 *pulls out mewing toy and starts mewing* *Pomni Pomni rizz starts playing* AUGH. I-I mean I'm so skibidi oh, btw have you seen my skibidi slicers UwU if you find them pls give them back to me U-UwU *Fards and shids out a HUGE GIGANTIC dookie 😘💩💩* *Starts twerking and makes an earthquake happen* *Skibidi toilet starts playing* *1000 years later... There's a war; Skibidi toilets vs The sigma wigmas* Captain, captain! I think we are ready to fight the skibidi toilets sir! Captn. Sigma: Okay soldier. How many do we have? We have 90,000 Gyatt Rizzlers, 12,000 Fanum Tanks, And 9,000 Chicken Rizzlers! Sir! Captn. Sigma: Now, let us fight the Skibidi toilets! *RAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH* *Skibidi toilet music playing in the background* *The Sigma Wigmas won* Captn. Sigma: That's what you get for stealing our skibidi slicers! Captn. Skibidi: Auggghhh.... *dies*
Pony High Written by @vanessathebaconhater on YouTube. -------------------------------------------------------------------- [Scene 1, Pinkie Pie, Twilight Sparkle and Spike] (Twilight retreats to her library after running the Flim Flam brothers out of Ponyville with Applejack, Rainbow Dash and Rarity. Pinkie Pie sees Twilight in her library and decides to come in to ask her some questions about the racket at Sweet Apple Acres) Twilight: *sighs and flips through her book, 𝘗𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 Parallel Universes* Pinkie: *quickly barges in through the open door, making a loud sound* Twilight: PINKIE! Pinkie: Whaaaat? It was open! Twilight: CAN'T YOU KNOCK?! Pinkie: Sorry... Heehee... I wanted to tell you something! Twilight: What is it, Pinkie? Pinkie: Applejack wanted to celebrate a sleep over at her place for running the who...? Ugghh... The flimmer flamities! She was wondering if you come at like 8 PM. Just the 6 of us. Personally. Twilight: Yeah, sure I'll come. But do you not remember their names? Pinkie: No. I just grabbed all the cider I could and went home but when I went home I got a really bad cough! So that's why I couldn't come back. I really wish I could. Twilight: Oh, Flim and Flam. Pinkie: What did they do? 𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬. Pinkie: Hey! Whatcha reading?! Twilight: Nothing, just some physics. Pinkie: Oh, well aren't you going to tell me what they did? Twilight: Maybe at the sleepover? Pinkie: Pleeeaaase? With a cherry on toooop? Twilight: Okay fine... Pinkie: Were they cute? Twilight: What kind of question is that? Pinkie: C'mon! Tell me. Twilight: Flam really caught my eye. Pinkie: The one with the mustache? Twilight: Yeah... Promise you'll keep this a secret 𝘈𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 Twilight: He gave me a rose, before he and Flim competed for the Ponyville Cider Supply. Wait a minute... Pinkie: Oooooo! Twilight: How did you know one of them had a mustache? Pinkie: Silly, I watched you! I saw everything. Twilight: Uhm... Please dont tell anyone. Please. Pinkie: I promise! Pinkie promise!! Twilight: Okay. Thanks, I need to study now. Pinkie: Okie dokie loki! Twilight: 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦 Hahaha... Pinkie you're sooo random...Ha. Pinkie: Well I'll be going now! Bye Twi! Twi bye!! Twilight: Bye. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘭𝘺 Twilight: 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 OH MY GOSH! SPIIIIIIKE!!! Spike: It's like this everyday. Can't you keep your voice down? Twilight: No I can't! Pinkie KNOWS. Spike: About your crush? Twilight: Yeah. She pinkie promised she wouldn't tell AJ. Spike: Well if she pinkie promises, that means she won't tell her! She risked her life once for a pinkie promise. Twilight: Okay, okay 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 I'm coming to Applejack's sleepover, at the barn, with my friends, we're going to eat apple pie, do each other's hair, everything is going to be ALRIGHT. Spike: If that's what you want. You can go. Twilight: Pack my bags. Spike: Ugh... -------------------------------------------------------------------- After the happenings of the first arrival of the Flim Flam brothers, Twilight falls in love with Flam. Pinkie asks her to go to a mane six celebration sleepover for ridding Flim and Flam out of town. The six of them play several board games including classic 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘳 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘦. Twilight gets dared to jump off of a tree and goes comatose. She then wakes up to see herself in another universe where everything takes event in her old high school, with her old friends and is under the influence that she has time travelled or fell into a time rip. Twiflam! © Creative Commons Use tag "vanessathebaconhater" or "pony high' for moaaar!!
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STORYTIME PART 2: When Luca Found Out I Stole His Man… And Then WE Found Out We ALL Got Played. Y’ALL. Y’ALL. Y’ALL. I did NOT think this situation could get worse—but OH BOY, DID IT. So let’s backtrack. If you missed Part 1, basically: Luca, my ex-best friend, stole my kitten when we were 7 years old and gave her back 12 years later… as ASHES in a plastic bag. In revenge, I accidentally stole his boyfriend, Henry. We hooked up behind Luca’s back. Oops. WELL. HENRY FELT GUILTY. So, this man just decides to CONFESS EVERYTHING to Luca. And lemme tell you, when Luca found out? HE. LOST. IT. So fast forward to this party, right? I’m out here, minding my business, looking cute, living my best life. And then BOOM—in storms Luca, foaming at the mouth like a damn rabid dog, looking ready to end my entire bloodline. He’s screaming: “WHERE IS SHE? WHERE IS THAT SNAKE-ASS BITCH?!” I pretend I don’t hear him. But then Henry, this idiot, has the AUDACITY to say: “Uh… she’s right there.” LIKE??? BABE. WHY. So Luca locks eyes with me, and I just KNOW it’s about to go down. He lunges at me, fists clenched, but BABY—I came prepared. I pull out my pepper spray, hit him RIGHT in the face, and this man SCREAMS like he just got possessed by a demon. I’m talking: “AHHHHHHHH, MY EYES! MY F*ING EYES!!” EVERYONE is watching. It’s a WHOLE scene. Then, out of nowhere, this random-ass girl appears, clinging onto Henry like a lost puppy, and she’s like: “Um… what’s going on?” Me and Luca—BOTH temporarily setting aside our differences—look at her and go: “WHO THE F*ck ARE YOU?'' And she, still clutching onto Henry, goes: “Um… I’m Emma… Henry’s girlfriend?” …..EXCUSE ME? Henry looks like he just got hit by a freight train. He’s sweating, eyes darting around like he’s planning his own escape route. Luca and I look at each other. Then Luca turns back to Henry, cracks his knuckles, and says: “That’s crazy because I’M Henry’s boyfriend. And Priscilla over here? She’s ALSO his girlfriend.” SILENCE. Emma? She’s stunned. Then—out of nowhere—this girl lets out a SCREAM, jumps on Henry, and starts BEATING HIS ASS. AND LUCA? HE JOINS IN. Like, they are tag-teaming this man like it’s WWE, throwing hands, kicking, swinging, while I just STAND THERE in shock. And y’all… what did I do? I RAN. I took my pepper spray, grabbed my drink, and DIPPED. And that, my friends, is how I accidentally stole a man, exposed a serial cheater, and started a literal brawl at a party. Moral of the story? Never trust a man named Henry. They are built for the streets. search Priscilla storytimezz for mure

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The morning sunlight streamed into your bedroom, casting a warm golden glow over everything. Birds chirped outside, a melody you had learned to love as you grew older. Your fingers worked repetitively at your keyboard. Exhaution filled your veins, dragging you down. All you wanted to do was collapse on your bed and not get up until the next day, but something inside you wouldn't let that happen. It wasn't even like this was due any time soon, you just needed to get it over with. Your body seemed to be fighting your mind, however. All of a sudden, your brain jammed. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, lost. You didn't know what to type next. With a groan, you ran your hands through your hair. The exhaustion seemed to increase ten fold, as your eyelids fluttered shut. You collapsed backward in your chair, trying not to doze off to no avail. The birds seemed to quiet down for your slumber, and the glow of the sun warmed you just right. No. You had to finish your project. You had to- The door creaked open, and in the hallway stood your boyfriend. You heard him walk in slowly, his footsteps against the hard wood floor. He ruffled your hair gently and began to hum a melody. As he hummed, he pulled up the other chair and sat beside you at your desk. "Tired?" He mused, spinning in the chair. Lazily, you opened one eye to look at him. His brown hair fell over his face slightly, and he had that cute look on his face you loved. Your frown couldn't help but turn into a tired smile as your eyes raked over him lovingly. His dark brown eyes had a sort of sparkle to them, even though he had always hated his eyes. You never got why. He narrowed his eyes, leaning forward as he examined your computer screen. He looked at you, looked back at the screen, then looked at you again, knowingly. He rolled his eyes playfully, and rolled his chair closer to you. His voice was soft as he spoke, "I know what you're doing," he sighed, "you should take a nap. You have plenty of time to do this later, and usually it's not good to postphone things but clearly..." You let out a whine of protest. "But-" Gently, he cut you off. "No buts. Come, we can take a nap together. I'm feeling a bit tired too." Although you didn't want to admit it, your face lit up. Your heart fluttered like it had with him many times before. Your cheeks flushed slightly and you cleared your throat. Sheepishly, you nodded. He grinned as he saw your clear answer. He stood up from his chair, and beckoned with one hand. You stood up as well, your legs a bit shaky from exhaustion. Maybe you really did need that nap after all. He flopped on the bed, face first as you laughed. With a grunt he turned around to face up, and patted the space on the bed beside him. The corner of your mouth flicked upward into a smirk as you flopped onto the bed too. The two of you laughed together as you got comfortable. He put a hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer. He shifted his hand to your hair and toyed with it gently. He kissed you on the cheek as you giggled. You two had been dating for months by now, but something about him still got you feeling like a little kid with a school crush again. He began to hum again, the same song as before. This time, the song felt more whole, more beautiful. You shut your eyes and snuggled up against him as the weariness slowly leaked in. The tune buzzed around you, coaxing you into sleeping more. You lay your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, as you tried to match your breathing to it. The world seemed to slow down. His humming stopped. "I love you," he sighed, his voice tender. "You know that?" Your face flushed up slightly again, as you snuggled up against him tighter. You lifted your head, and gazed at him for a minute. Then you smiled, and whispered back to him. "I love you too."- .cxlour <3author's note:hey there! if u found this, ur likely looking for... something else. and i bet ur struggling with addiction.whether u wanna quit rn or not is up to u, but i know how hard it is. matter of fact i'm struggling with addiction too.u can just ignore this if u want, but remember that i'm so proud of you for not looking at p0rn for even just one day!have a great day and if you liked my story pls like itill be getting a dsc soon where you can contact me and maybe make requests! i won't be writing much in the mean timealso this is no hate to the people that write smut on here (except if you write gross cp/incest stuff), if you do write smut on here y'all should get a wattpadcause they'd love your awesome stories!! <3 also sorry for any typos lolif y'all also wanna try writing sfw stories on here pls mention me in the story i'd love to see them (don't tag me though)byeee respond or request using the .cxlour tag!!!!

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yes i agree that pørn shouldn't be made on an emoji / kaomoji website, yes i believe pørn is disgusting but be so real , what kind of child would search it up on a KAOMOJI website ? be so realistic right now. no , your “guyzz i’m like so sad ppl are posting disgusting stuff here uwu” get a fucking grip. leave people alone. there IS a warning sign that there may be nudity , just don’t yk 💀 ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ ORRR MAYBE THE KID HAS A P0RN ADDICTION? its exposing them to these digsusting things. and if you're a kid scrolling for smxt or something, please genuinely stop. i hope you get help and ik how hard it is to quit. sending love !!

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Every morning in my mind… Author: Nga ("- . -) - Hello I am Brain and I want to wake her up. (uᴗu”) - Hello I am Dream and I am her dream. ------------------------------------------- 6:00 AM ("- . -) - Alright lazy girl, let’s wake up!    No - (uᴗu”) ("• . •) - Wait… Who the hell are you?    Just a sleepy, dreamy, … - (uᴗu”) ("- . -) - Ok shut up, now wake up!    But I wanna… - (uᴗu”) ("- . -) - WAKE UP!    s l e e p - (uᴗu”) ("O .O) - YOU DARE!    s l e e p - (uᴗu”) ("O_O) - ENOUGH!💥 -------------------{👊}-------------------  🤜✋ (>ᴗO”) (“o。o) - How the h*** did you absorb that?    You know, I am the d r e a m - (uᴗu”)    And your punch is weak btw - (u.u”) ("O_O) - Then take this!    Okie - (uᴗu”) ("=_=) 🖐☀ ~ Sunlight ~    Ehh! Dom a in E xp a ns i on 🙏 (u。u”) -------------------------------------------  ✦˚ '   .  ⋆ ˚ 🌙ㅤㅤ ("• . •) - Where am I!?    Somewhere only we know. - (>ᴗ<”) (">-<) - Cannot…move?  ~Shh, Let me blow you into the deep sleep~   🌀🌪🌫(u。u”) --------------------👁--------------------  >You dare underestimate me_ ("👁ᴗ⤙)🤟 🌌🌀   WHAT?! You just teleported that? - (>ᴗO”)  >You think only you have abilities like that huh_  >Enough funny, let me tell you_ ("ᴗ_ᴗ)🤚💧🔥✋ -------------------|☯|------------------- ("👁.⤙)👉━━━━━━☯ >.<”) ⚫💨━━━━━━━━━━✴ ("-ᴗ-) - ezezezezezez   Not yet - ノᴖO”)   ₊’⊹(uᴗu”) *regenerated ("• . •) - What the f***?    🖕(uᴗu”)  -------------------👁 👁-----------------   =͟͟͞͞🤜   =͟͟͞͞🤜 *miss ("👁_👁) =͟͟͞͞🤜  (°^°”) =͟͟͞͞🤜 *miss   =͟͟͞͞🤜   =͟͟͞͞🤜   =͟͟͞͞🤜 *miss  ~ Shield Activated ~ 🤜🛡━ 🤜🛡 🤚(≧ᗜ≦”) 🤜🛡━  >Such a waste of time!_  >Domain expansion: solar storm_       =͟͟͞͞☀━━━━━━━━━   =͟͟͞͞🤞(“👁_👁)✌━━━━━━━     =͟͟͞͞🔆━━━━━━━━    ~ Don’t die too early! ~  ~ Domain expansion: Moon Sequence ~   ━  .  ⋆ ˚    ━✦˚ 🌑🌓🌔   ━━🌕 (ᴗ。ᴗ”) 🌒✦˚   ━.˚  🌖🙏🌘 ⋆ ˚   ━━━━━=͟͟͞͞⚪⚫˚.━━━━━ ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ﮩ٨ـﮩ💥ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ (“👁_✖) - …   ₊’⊹(𓁹‿𓁹”) *regenerated (“👁-✖) - This f***ing cheater   (“👁-✖) - Again! - (uᴗu”)   (“👁.✖)👉=͟͟͞͞🌌)(🌀👌(u。u”) ▇▆▅▄▃▂💥▂▃▄▅▆▇   (“👁ཀ༽ - …   GGEZ! - (𓁹‿𓁹”)  ~ You did well! Now rest in the Deep Sleep ~ (“=ཀ༽ - Maybe I cannot defeat you  > But this thing can!_ (“👁_༽ 🤞━━━━⏰   ?! - (• . •”) ⏰🖖━The Alarm of Death━━ ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ(“💔)ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ ━━━━━━━💥━━━━━━☀ (“=_༽ - Finally End!   Me irl: (“=_=)ـﮩﮩ٨ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨⏰ـﮩﮩ٨ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ -----------------𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭-----------------
mays storytime ★ there’s a boy called eric in my class and he’s so sassy! just yesterday in class he went to the toilet. and when he came back he told everyone that he got stuck in the toilet. let me tell you 😂. basically in our school the toilets have little gaps under like normal toilets and he said his door got jammed. btw so you understand eric is really fat. ok back to the story so he crawled under the door AND GOT STUCK!
╭ • :¨ ·.· ¨: • ┈┈ • ┈┈ -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- ┈┈ • ┈┈ • ┈┈ • ┈╮ `· . ୨୧ ⌞ practice writing : JJK⌝ ─ ୨୧ There wasn’t many things six-eyes couldn’t pick up on, but the emotions of others were one. Something about being understanding of the inner workings of the world around you, yet unable to truly get the 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 was a real pain in the neck. Suguru was one prime example of someone Satoru couldn’t ever fully comprehend. How could he justify hurting people to the degree that he must have to, to pursue those damn ideals he claimed? Was he right? Was Satoru fighting the man in the right? He never could pick up on what Suguru was thinking, what if he knew something Satoru didn’t? Didn’t Satoru know 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 by now? It was a failure of his own abilities that he couldn’t tell, couldn’t grapple with the idea, he was sure. He wanted to understand why anything ever happened within the brain, but it was quite obvious that would never happen by now. ╰┈ • ┈┈ • ┈┈ • ┈┈ -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- ┈┈ • ┈┈ • ┈┈ • :¨ ·.· ¨: • ╯ `· . ୨୧ eyesofsix 💬 : bleh this is rambling. anyway, publishing this anonymously on a symbols website. because i have nothing better to do, I guess. + feel free to use any of this for whatever, its not even an au its just random word vomit. probably sucks, but this is an anonymous website! ╰┈➤ hah. cant judge me here. (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
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A mafia vs royal lore : The King/Queen, owning one huge kingdom, JUST to themselves, is a delight, isn’t it? But there was always something missing for the King/Queen. No matter how grand the palace stood, how golden the halls gleamed under the torchlight, or how many loyal subjects bowed at their feet, and emptiness lingers within. The weight of the crown was just not one of power but of solitude. Each day was the same–lavish feasts, political meetings, and the occasional entertainments from jesters, and performers. Yet, no laughter truly reached their heart. No voice called to them with sincerity. The Grand Throne, lined with the finest silk and encrusted with precious gems, felt colder than the stone it was built on. The King/Queen sat upon it, gazing down at the great hall where nobles conversed in hushed tones. Where music played, and where servants moved like shadows, ensuring every glass remained full. Yet, none of it mattered. Eyes distant despite the lively court before them. Wealth, land, and loyalty–these were all in their grasp. Yet, it wasn’t enough. Power was never enough. Beyond the castle walls, unseen forces lurked. Underground syndicates, mercenary interactions, and the secretive crime lords–whispers of their influence reached even the highest halls of the palace. The King/Queen had conquered armies. They wanted more. The hard way or the easy way. The King/Queen sought to bend the mafias under their rule, to use them as silent enforcers. Expanding their reach beyond what the throne alone could grasp. But power borrowed is never power owned. When the ruler attempted to cut them off the consequences came swift and brutal. Power had been their greatest desire. Now it was their greatest downfall. credits: forgot
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