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✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧𝙈𝙮 𝘽𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙈𝙚✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧ ╭───────· · ୨୧ · · ────────╮ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽: ╰─────── · · ୨୧ · · ────────╯ ⠀⠀ ⠀:¨ ·.· ¨: ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ `· . ꔫ ╭──────────.★..──────────────────────────╮ ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ ⋆｡‧˚ʚ Name: 𝑲𝒂𝒊 ɞ˚‧｡⋆ જ⁀➴ Age: 𝟙𝟠 🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ Pronouns: 𝖍𝖊/𝖍𝖎𝖒 ✮˚.彡⋆｡˚ Height: 𝟝'𝟜" ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚.˳·˖✶✶˖·˳.๋࣭⋆.ೃ࿔*:･˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚.˳·˖✶✶˖·˳.๋࣭⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ˚₊‧꒰ა Name: 𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 {𝓡𝓳} ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ °❀⋆. Age: 𝟙𝟡 *･⋆.ೃ✧ Pronouns: 𝖍𝖊/𝖍𝖎𝖒 * ੈ✩‧₊˚ Height: 𝟞'𝟙" ⋆꙳·̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•❅*‧ ‧*❆ ₊⋆⋆꙳·̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚ ✂ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ ๋࣭ ⋆｡ °✩ Name: 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 ✩⋆° ｡ ๋ ✧°⋆˚୨୧⋆｡ Age: 𝟙𝟟 ‧₊˚જ⁀➴๋࣭ ⭑๋࣭ ⭑ Pronouns: 𝖘𝖍𝖊/𝖍𝖊𝖗 𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ‧⊹♡☁️ Height: 𝟝'𝟚" ๑‧˚₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹๑‧˚₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹๑‧˚₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹๑‧˚₊꒷︶ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ⊹⋆ꖛ`ʬ۪꒰ Age: 𝟙𝟠꒰ʬ۪`ꖛ⋆⊹ ๋࣭ ⋆｡ °✩ Pronouns: 𝖘𝖍𝖊/𝖍𝖊𝖗 ꒰ა ˚₊ ✧・Height: 𝟝'𝟛" ︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿ ╰─..★.───────────────────────────────────╯ ♡ ☆ .♡‧₊˚ 🌠 ╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮ ㅤ ╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮. ( ) ♡ ( )☆ ♡ ╰◟◞ ͜ ◟◞╭◜◝ ͡ ◜◝╮ ͜ ◟◞╯♡ . ☆ ㅤㅤ( )☆ ♡ ♡ 　 ╰◟◞ ͜ ◟◞╯ . ☆ /) /) ପ(˶•-•˶)ଓ ~ If you want to view the story, please press the "M.B.I.I.W.M" tag /づ づ

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 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 💖

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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 (╥﹏╥)

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!!

*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*

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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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-----------------

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ i love reading the drama and stories on this website instead of doing schoolwork ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

♡ ∩_∩ („• ֊ •„)♡ |￣U U￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣| | Why do I have to | be in bed ∩―――――∩ || ∧ ﾍ || || (* ´ ｰ`) || |ﾉ^⌒⌒づ`￣ \ (　ノ　　⌒ ヽ \ ＼　　||￣￣￣￣￣|| 　 ＼,ﾉ|| || waaaaa ∩――――∩ || || || ૮(* ´ ∇ `)აZZzz |ﾉ^⌒⌒づ`￣ ＼ (　ノ　　⌒ ヽ ＼ ＼　　||￣￣￣￣￣|| 　 ＼,ﾉ|| || ‌ ∩∩ ♡ i will always be ( . .̫ . ) here for 〃 ∩ ◜◝U-U◜◝ supporting ⊂ ⌒ ( 。・ ㉨ ・ )and loving ヽ _ つ＿/￣￣￣/ you .. 　 　 ＼/＿＿＿/ LEAVE ME IN BED!!!!

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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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ʰᵉʸ.... ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵘˢᵗ'ᵛᵉ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ʰᵒʳʳⁱᵇˡᵉ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ, ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ʳᵉᵐᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵒᵛᵉ ᵒⁿ, ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜˡⁱᶜᵏ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵃᵍ '' ᶜᵘᵗⁱᵉʳᵒⁱ ,, ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᶜʳᵒˡˡ ᵃ ᵇⁱᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ ᵘ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ʰᵉˡᵖᶠᵘˡ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ.. ʰᵒᵖᵉᶠᵘˡˡʸ ᵘ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ..

⋆˚✿˖°ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ 10ᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ʜᴜɢᴇ ʜᴜʀʀɪᴄᴀɴᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʟɪɢʜᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴀᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏᴏᴍᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜʀʀɪᴄᴀɴᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜰɪꜱʜ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏʀᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴄʜᴇꜱ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ. ᴀꜱ ɪ ꜱᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜰɪꜱʜ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏʀᴇꜱ ɪ ɢʀᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏɴᴇ ʙʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴀʀᴋʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ. ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ, "ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ?" ɪ ᴀᴍ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟʏ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜰɪꜱʜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴏᴍᴇ. ɪꜰ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅɪᴇ." ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜɪᴍ. "ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜰɪꜱʜ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏʀᴇꜱ. ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ?" ʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ. ɪ ᴛʜʀᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴ. "ɪ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴀ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ." ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇ.⋆˚✿˖° search ST4R for more (im new here) i also put smth to make yall stop arguing.꩜ .ᐟᡣ𐭩

BRO WHO THE FUCK MADE AN INC3ST N0NC0N SMUT FANFIC WITH THEIR OCS ON HERE I WAS JUST TRYING TO FIND A BIO YALL CHILL TF OUT AND KEEP THAT IN UR NOTES 💀😭

for the julie's friend who wrote the story- girl thats so messed up like wtf idk how can i help but maybe you should tell your parents or anyone yk abt it?? omhgfd idk how can i help :((( ~abigail

POV: ur here to find the most jaw dropping, heart stopping, toe curling, mind imploding, brain tripping, rope knotting, out of the blue, weirdly interesting, screenshot worthy, snipe bot calling, absolutely horrific shit on this website

ᴍᴜᴍᴍʏ😊where’s George🤔I cooked him🤪PEppA🤓….*ᴇʏᴇs ᴛᴜʀɴ ʀᴇᴅ* GOErGEE👹 𝘈𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏𝘏✨😱

﹏𓊝﹏﹏𓂁﹏ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏﹏ ﹏𓊝𓂁﹏﹏﹏ ﹏𓊝﹏﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ ﹏𓂁﹏﹏﹏﹏ 𓂁﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ you can use it for example in different chapters of your web story

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✧⋆⁺₊ INSOMNIA ⋆⁺₊✧ By: Random person (*FYI NOT SMUT* ) “Is sleeping good for you”? That's a question I always ask. I have Insomnia which makes it hard to fall asleep, stay asleep, or get quality sleep. I get all 3 of those, but the good thing is that I get cookies. I’m not really sure why I get cookies before I sleep, because doesn’t it cause cavities? I mean, I brush my teeth, then go to sleep. But, like why? I almost forgot to introduce myself, my name is Keith. Yeah, KEITH. Such a boring name. My parents could have named me any, and ANY name other than KEITH. They could have named me Bob and I would’ve been happy with that. At least I have a name unlike “ “ yeah the name in quotation marks is their name. It’s literally just 2 spaces. We nickname her Maria because that's what she wants her name to be. She’s depressed and gothic like. Honestly having “ “ is just kinda sad. I feel bad for her. Her birth parents definitely have no creativity. At least she has a last name to replace her real name. Anyways, back to my Insomnia. I f there was a Mr. Beast challenge that is named “ LAST ONE TO GO TO SLEEP WINS!” video I would’ve won the challenge. Honestly at this point I'm bragging about my Insomnia. Let's get to the side effects Chapter 2 is next time (if y'all like it) 　*　　⠀. 　　　　　.　　　　　　　　　　⠀✦ 　˚　　　　　　　　　　　　　　* .⠀ 　　　　　　　　　　.　　　　　　　　. 　　　　　✦⠀　   　　　,　　    　　　　　　　　. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　　　　　　⠀⠀⠀✦ ⠀ ⠀　　　　　　　　　　　　　　⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀* ⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　　　　　　. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✦⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　　　　　　　　　.　　　ﾟ .　　　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　✦ 　　　　　,　　　　　　　. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 　　　　　　*　　　　　　　　　　　. .　　　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　✦⠀　   　　　,　　　　　　　　　* 　　　　　⠀　　　　⠀　　, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　 　　⠀　　　⠀.　 　　˚　　　⠀　⠀  　　,　　　　　　. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　　　　　*⠀　　⠀  　　　　　⠀✦⠀　 　　　　　　*　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　　　.　　　　.　　　 　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　　　　　　 　　　˚　　　　　　　　ﾟ　　　　　. 　.⠀　⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀, 　　　　　✦⠀　   　　　 ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ ) save ur inocence

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eclipse - chapter one. credits: me and my sister. please don't hate, it's my first time ever writing a story fr fr. tell me if yes and tag me in the post. (hiii_happeygirl) idgaf if u repost this just pls give credit, as this took long to make. (i have adhd rlly bad and its hard for me to focus on a task for very long) I walk into the coffee shop with absolutely no idea of what is going to become of today. Will their bond become stronger? Will I be left alone to cry? I don’t know. It smells of coffee of course, and sugar cookies. Oliver and Lexi arrive a few minutes after me and hug when they get behind the counter. I set my space up and start making a batch of cookies so we’re prepared to start the day. Baking cookies was a hobby of mine, and to make it even better, it took the thought of Lexi and Oliver off my mind. Oliver approaches me with a smirk on his face. “Hey,” he says. I take my airpods out and look into his eyes. I stand there and admire them for a little bit. “Maddie?” he asks again. “Yeah?” “Um… just wanted to ask if you wanted to go to our one-month anniversary celebration.” “Oh,” I turn around and stir my cookie dough. “sure!” He turns around and looks over my shoulder at the cookie dough I’ve made. “Here,” Oliver hands me an envelope that looks stuffed. I put on a fake smile and open it. Inside, there’s no invitation to a celebration. It’s a card. Handmade. “L O V E you! XOXO, Oliver” it reads. This is a prank, I tell myself. Looking into his eyes, I can tell he’s nervous. I don’t say anything and move on to the next thing in the envelope. A 25-dollar gift card to a spa. I can feel myself smiling. The last thing in there is a small bag of Hershey bars, my favorite candy. He sees that I’ve found everything he put in the envelope. “That’s what I got for Lexi. Is it good?” he finally says. A look of disgust forms on my face. I slap his shoulder and walk out of the coffee shop. I walk all the way home. “You fvck!ng b!+ch!” I scream when I get inside my house. Lexi is an exact copy of me. She has brown hair like me, blue eyes like me, and likes the same movies and candy as me. The only thing I ever was to him was his type. I should have known that the envelope wasn’t for me. Nothing good is ever for me. It then hits me. I haven’t experienced any happiness since the day me and Oliver broke up. I wait to cry until I’m in my bed.“Why can’t I be Lexi Brooks?!” I cry. I cry for hours. I cry until I can’t cry anymore. “What am I gonna do with my life?” I say while wiping my nose. Oliver texts me. “I’m really sorry about earlier. I didn’t know you would be upset about it like that. I had thought you moved on. Please forgive me. I don’t want things to be awkward. You’re still a great friend to me. And you know what? Lexi broke up with me earlier. So we can be sad together.” “not in the mood 4 ur games rn” I text back. “I promise it’s not a trick. Please just forgive me, Maddie. I love you. I wanted to say that earlier. But I thought you were over me. Lexi was always rude and used me for the money. I didn’t have the courage to end things with her, so I stayed with her. Though I thought I didn’t like you anymore, I realized I still do. Maddie, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” “i swear its not funny oliver. i just want u 2 know im happy 4 u guys” “were not together anymore ily maddie pls just forgive me for everything” “fine! i wanna talk to u irl…come 2 my house and we can talk” “sure maddie :)” *** “Yeah!” I giggle. Oliver’s on the couch with me and we’re watching a movie. He glances at the empty bowl of m&ms and asks, “You want me to go get some more?” “Yeah, that’s fine! Thanks,” “No worries,” Oliver walks into the kitchen and I stay seated on the couch. I pause the movie and get up to fold the extra blankets. The room is dark except for the light coming from the TV. He finally walks back in with the bowl of m&ms and something else. “What’s that?” “It’s a gift card. You want it?” “Um, ok.” It’s the spa gift card from earlier. I smile as I put it in my pocket and unpause the movie. *** “Oliver?” I whisper. It’s 11:35 pm. He doesn’t answer. I brush his brown fluffy hair out of his face and cover him up with a blanket. I don’t know if I can forget everything that happened, but I’m starting to forgive Oliver. The TV turned off because we hadn’t messed with it in a while, so it’s super dark. “Love you,” I whisper. He smiles. An actual, genuine smile. I can feel my face turn red. Oliver wasn’t asleep. You screwed up so bad. As I close the door to my bedroom, there’s a faint whisper. “Love you too,” *** You need to clean this up! I think to myself. My room is an absolute mess. There are wrappers, bowls, papers, and clothes all over the floor. I decide to clean it later, and instead get changed into my pajamas. I get my shirt off, and there’s a knock on my bedroom door. It’s Oliver, of course. “Hey, Maddie? Can I come in?” “Yes,” I wait a second. “Let me get a top back on,” “It’s fine if you don’t have one on.” “You’re drunk.” “I’m not, Maddie.” He’s right. He hasn’t had any alcohol tonight. “Well then, you’re crazy.” “Real crazy,” he says sarcastically. He knocks again. I give in and open the door. “D@mn, Oliver. What do you want?” I say in a half-annoyed voice. He stares at my chest in disbelief. “I didn’t think you would actually do that.” “Same,” I stare into his eyes and just… lose myself. It’s hard to explain. I grab his face and kiss him. He hugs me and kisses me back. *** The night ends with Oliver in my bed. Nothing spicy or anything like that. We’re talking about random stuff. I hold his hand and lie down. He stays sitting on the edge of my bed. “Your room’s a mess,” he says. “I know,” I laugh a little. “I need to clean it up.” I turn so my head is in his lap and I watch him. He looks at me and smiles, and we watch the show on the TV in my room. After about 20 minutes I just have to compliment his eyes. “I love your eyes so much,” I sigh. “They’re so pretty.” I smile as he plays with my hair. Oliver finally opens his mouth to say something. “I love your smile even more.” OK SO TELL ME IF U WANT A P2 AND TAG ME IN THE POST (hiii_happeygirl) SO I CAN SEE IT, ALSO REMEMBER TO USE A UNIQUE NAME SO I CAN TAG U IN THE P2 OK LOVE U GUYS AND REMEMBER IF U REPOST GIVE CREDITSSSSS 💞

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“there are minors here!!” yeah but do they understand the porn written? 💀 and for the people writing the sotires, go on a porn website.

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❗Berry Avenue Story❗ I had a friend, Lily. She had the most perfect, straight, blond hair with the most gorgeous pair of chestnut eyes. Everyone loved her- no, they adored her. Every time she walked in the hall, she always left girls complimenting her and boys deeply in love. But for me, it was different. They didn't care about me at all. In fact, they acted like I didn't exist and I wasn't there. Although Lily was popular and all, she was really nice to me and everyone and had good grades. She was a good friend, but I was jealous of her. One day, I invited her to a sleepover, and that's when I took action and made sure she wouldn't be back. Everyone was in shock, they couldn't believe that Lily had died. After that night, the police found her body in a shed. After that, I dated Lily's boyfriend, my long-time crush. After we finally became adults, he proposed to me. I was so excited for our wedding-and it was today. I felt so gorgeous and beautiful in my white pearl wedding dress. Though I did feel a bit of guilt towards Lily. Over these years, I've been trying to do my best to forget about her and move on. Just as we were about to complete the ceremony, a woman wearing a black wedding dress with wilted flowers in her hand walked on the aisle. We were all confused and told her to leave. She was wearing a black veil over her face, and looked down. When she finally looked up and removed her veil, I realized that it was Lily. In terror, I dropped the bouquet and fled. He came up to me and asked what happened. I asked, "You didn't see her?" He was extremely shocked and asked, "What do you mean? See who? Are you imagining things?" Soon, I felt faint and fainted. It was a totally blackout, I couldn't see anything or even move. But I sure was awake. And when I finally was able to open my eyes, I was in a hospital, in one of those hospital gowns. I looked at myself, I was all weak, and wrinkly. A lady there smiled at me and said, "It was great being your nurse. I'm so sorry that you couldn't live any longer." Someone was about to unplug something, and that's when I saw a ghostly figure of Lily and she said, "This is my revenge, you're coming down with me."

IM GIGGILING WHY ARE YALL BEEFING ON HERE??.. - mothersolos on discord ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

Story of the wonder girl: I was a depressed freak. No one in school wanted to play brookhaven with me. They're all fake, I thought to myself, I should shoot up the school. I had long black hair that reached all the way down to my thighs. I have bright blinding blue eyes that could make anyone blind if they stared into my eyes for too long. But no one ever stared at me anyway, I was just a freak in their dull black and white eyes that couldn't see the world how I saw it. I slowly walk to the closest gun store. I lived in America, so there was always a store that sold guns around the corner. "aren't you a little too young to be here?" the owner asked. My blue eyes slowly turn into a shade of blood red. I couldn't take the daily ridicule of not just the cruel high schoolers, but now also workers who were clearly below me on the social ranking. I curl my hand into a fist and smashed the glass that kept me away from the AK-47. "NO" the broke worker who probably had nothing left to live for cried. The minute my left hand managed to take ahold of the AK-47, the underpaid worker knew it was over for him. I shuffle back holding the gun as my hands slip into position, then boom. I fire the gun at the worker sending him crashing into the wall. A small smile appeared on my face. "heh..time to shoot up the school," I whispered reassuringly to myself while laughing quietly. The blood red color in my eyes were hard to see at first, but now they were easy to see from a mile away, meaning I craved blood. I calmly slip the AK-47 into my bag, then realize that I should get more people to shoot up the school with me, which meant I needed more guns. I kept smashing the glass and taking more and more guns. a mini gun, a rifle, a sniper, a pistol, and much more. I looked up at the workers body, which had now slid down to the ground and was bleeding out at a rapid rate. That fool, I thought. He dared to question me, and now he faced the cost of it. I walk out of the gun store as if nothing happened, knowing it was quite the opposite. I close my eyes for a minute and take full control of my inner demons that I let come out when I got mad at the worker. My bag gave me a lot back pain since most of the guns were extremely heavy. "I must suffer a bit in order to accomplish a goal.." I said to myself. But while I wasn't looking, an old man had crept up behind me. "Watcha doin' lil girl? Girls like you should't be thinking." I couldn't control my inner demons. I instantly start levitating and strike the old man down. I saw 10 people on the sidewalk, staring, like they'd just seen Satan himself. They weren't just anyone though, They were witnesses. They all had to die. My inner demons now in full control grab the minigun from my bag and shoot everyone there. "NO WITNESSES." My inner demons chanted over and over again. "NO.. WITNESSES!!!!" Once everyone on the sidewalk had been shot up with the minigun, I take control of my demons, put the gun back in my bag, and continue walking. I knew no one would notice a few dead bodies on the side of the road, people always got shot up in America so this was normal. I look up from the bloody sidewalk as my hair flew in the wind. I had to go home, and plan how I was going to shoot up the school. (part 2??)

Emma was walking peacefully with her friends from out of the locker room until she told them, "Oh, wait here, I forgot something in the locker room." When she entered, the locker room was all dark and empty. As she was walking through the lockers, she thought she saw a dark shadow passing by dragging a body? Emma got a heart-attack, but hoped she saw nothing. As she finally reached her locker, she saw blood on the floor, and on her locker, was a note. It was written in blood and said, Ỵ̛̖͋͢O̖̼ͩ͌͐U̠҉̷̙ͦ A̷͙ͭͫ̕R͉̜̎͡͠Ḛͭ̉̇͟ N̺̻̔̆ͅḚͭ̉̇͟X̵̹̬̄̽T̨͗̌ͥ. She was about to leave and tried opening the door, but it was locked. When she turned around, she saw a figure approaching closer and closer to her. It was a demon, it snarled and stayed about 6 feet away. It stayed quietly still, and Emma's heart was thumping. In a blink of an eye, the demon came up to her and grabbed her and dragged her just as it did to the random body. The demon took her to a nearby pool, Emma was yelping and screaming for help. But no one heard her begging. It dropped her into the pool. It was it, Emma knew, she was going to die right there and then. But instead of dying, when she opened her eyes, she was transported into a dark world. Fire burned as if it was the very thing that kept this world alive. Everywhere looked so burnt and dead. But where was she?

I stopped posting my kaomoji inspired emoticons because I like watching y'all fight more. - Koi ໒꒰ྀི˶꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ˶꒱ྀི১

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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

yall can we actually stop this beef like rn? i am T.I.R.E.D. of seeing ALL THESE PEOPLE BE LIKE: "spread the word! save palestine!" THIS IS AN EMOTICON KIND OF WEBSITE. NOT TO SPREAD THE WORD ABOUT WAR KIND OF WEBSITE. and anyway, if you say STOP THE WAR!!!! on an emoticon website, i dont think the president of Israel is gonna read your paragraph and say "oh yea, what im doing is bad, ill stop right now and everything will be good". "stop posting NSFW there are kids on this site!!!" SHUT THE FUCK UP. 6-8 year olds dont even know what emojicombos.com is, and they DEFINETELY dont even know what NSFW stands for. they prob gon be like "NSFW? what the heck? does it mean No Swearing For Wood?" right now, in 2024, 6-8 year olds are watching their cartoons instead of going on emojicombos.com and searching up "NSFW / SEX / SUSSY BAKA". they are literally worrying about their slice of leftover cake getting stolen by their older siblings and not porn content made out of dots. be fr rn, there arent anyone younger than 9 (prob) on this site. and i am literally looking for bios, combos, emojis, not DRAMA. like go and watch Total Drama if youre looking for drama/are a drama king/queen (SUCH a good show btw, used to be my fav i was so addicted to it).

𝕃 　　𝕄 　　　 𝔸 　　　　 𝕆 　　　　　𝕠 　　　　　 𝕠 　　　　　𝕠 　　　　 。 　　　 。 　　　. 　　　. 　　　 .

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

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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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why are you guys arguing in a place where people are looking for emoji combos "upvote if.." SHUT UP

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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🙂

`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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  ◟ ͜ Interested in joining a new fandom    based on the creators OC's? ꒰༐ྀིྀ ´ ᵕ ` ྐ✚꒱ ྀ  ˌ͙‿୨ ͡ ₊ 🎭 Well look no further, because ''Hollows Refuge'' is just that!   ┄ ໒⁀ ᩧຼ Gang, we are so small we can fit in a bus... (5 people....)   𓎢 ∘  We have a lot of depth in our characters, some enemies to ❀ lovers dynamics... BUT.. also there are quite 'gorey' & problematic 　‿　　≻ backstories and situations in the future, so if youre not comfortable -with that, I don't suggest joining...💔 https://discord.gg/W9t3VrX95R ⚖️ ( ♡ . ᴗ𓏼 )

help why is there drama on a emoji app ☠

No bc who wouldnt wanna argue on a emoji website + nobody even knows who you are LIKE WHO TF IS MALIAH SOMEONE EXPOSED ALL HER INFO AND SHE WATCHES CHILD PVRN AND GORE?? LMAOO

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

the fact that theres beef lore on an EMOJI COMBO website is insane 😭

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stop it with the 18+ stuff!! there are MINORS on this site, looking for cute emoji-combos!!ヽ(`д´；)/

iconic emojis: 😍😃😔💀😤💞😌🧃💅🏻💪👑🔪✨👵🏻☺️🪦👹🕶️😭👉🏻🚪🫶🏻🤭😩🤓🤩😜😝💋💅🏻

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57.129.52.69 THIS IS THE 1P OF A 🍇 SUPPORTER AND RACIST PERSON. SPREAD THIS AND MAKE SURE THAT MF LEARNS HIS FUCKING LESSON. his discord: themainboi

 ♥︎ | kitty mouth | sad mouth | o mouth | v mouth ——————————————————————————————————————————— o o  |   ͈ര ̫ര ͈   |    ͈ര ̭ര ͈   |   ͈ര ̥ര ͈  |  ͈ര ̬ര ͈    ——————————————————————————————————————————— ó ò  |   ͈ര́ ̫ര̀ ͈   |    ͈ര́ ̭ര̀ ͈   |   ͈ര́ ̥ര̀ ͈  |  ͈ര́ ̬ര̀ ͈   ——————————————————————————————————————————— ò ó  |   ͈ര̀ ̫ര́ ͈   |    ͈ര̀ ̭ര́ ͈    |   ͈ര̀ ̥ര́ ͈  |  ͈ര̀ ̬ര́ ͈ ——————————————————————————————————————————— — —  |   ͈— ̫— ͈   |    ͈— ̭— ͈  |   ͈— ̥— ͈  |  ͈— ̬— ͈ ——————————————————————————————————————————— —́ —̀ |   ͈—́ ̫—̀ ͈   |    ͈—́ ̭—̀ ͈  |  ͈—́ ̥—̀ ͈ | ͈—́ ̬—̀ ͈    ——————————————————————————————————————————— —̢̢́ —̢̢̀ |   ͈—̢̢́ ̫—̢̢̀ ͈   |  ͈—̢̢́ ̭—̢̢̀ ͈  |   ͈—̢̢́ ̥—̢̢̀ ͈  | ͈—̢̢́ ̬—̢̢̀ ͈ ——————————————————————————————————————————— ᴗ ᴗ  |   ͈ᴗ ̫ᴗ ͈    |    ͈ᴗ ̭ᴗ ͈   |   ͈ᴗ ̥ᴗ ͈  |  ͈ᴗ ̬ᴗ ͈ ——————————————————————————————————————————— ᴖ ᴖ  |   ͈ᴖ ̫ᴖ ͈   |    ͈ᴖ ̭ᴖ ͈  |   ͈ᴖ ̥ᴖ ͈  |  ͈ᴖ ̬ᴖ ͈ ——————————————————————————————————————————— ᴗ̀ ᴗ́  |   ͈ᴗ̀ ̫ᴗ́ ͈   |    ͈ᴗ̀ ̭ᴗ́ ͈   |   ͈ᴗ̀ ̥ᴗ́ ͈  |  ͈ᴗ̀ ̬ᴗ́ ͈ ——————————————————————————————————————————— ᴖ̀ ᴖ́  |   ͈ᴖ̀ ̫ᴖ́ ͈   |     ͈ᴖ̀ ̭ᴖ́ ͈  |   ͈ᴖ̀ ̥ᴖ́ ͈  |  ͈ᴖ̀ ̬ᴖ́ ͈ some accessories u can give it!! (note “o o” is where u put the face!!) ٩(o o )و ٩(o o )۶ ฅ(o o )ฅ (o o )ง (o o )ɞ ʚ( o o) ૮(o o )ა ৻ꪆ ★ ☆ ⊹`𓈒 ? ! ｡

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its literally so funny to see the beef here tbh 😭😭 :3

STORYTIME: How My Ex-Best Friend Stole My Kitten… Then Gave It Back AS ASHES 12 YEARS LATER. So I “Accidentally” Stole His Man. Y’all, this is the most messed up, twisted, soap opera-level story of my entire life. Buckle up. So let’s rewind to when I was 7 years old. My parents got me a kitten for my birthday. She was the cutest little thing, all fluffy and tiny, and I named her Marshmallow because she looked like one. Now, my so-called “best friend” Luca—who I had literally known since birth— was obsessed with her. He’d always say, “If you ever don’t want her, I’ll take her.” And I was like, “Uh, no? She’s mine?” WELL. One day, Marshmallow goes missing. I searched EVERYWHERE. I was crying, making lost posters, begging my parents to call the police like she was a missing person—it was DIRE. Luca? He was suspiciously chill about the whole thing. Too chill. But I was too young and stupid to put two and two together. Fast forward TWELVE YEARS LATER. I’m 19 and have finally cut Luca off after he trashed my entire room, stole my jewelry, broke my makeup, and traumatized my now dead hamster. (If you don’t know, check the last storytime.) So we haven’t spoken in months. Then, out of nowhere, he texts me, like: “Hey. I have something of yours. Can we meet?” At this point, I was curious but also suspicious. I was thinking, maybe he’s finally giving back the stuff he stole? So I meet up with him at this random-ass park. He shows up, hands me a plastic bag, and just says: “Here. It’s Marshmallow.” I open the bag. It’s. HER. ASHES. MY BABY. IN A FREAKING PLASTIC BAG. Y’all, my brain short-circuited. I was standing there, holding my DEAD PET, while he just stood there like this was totally normal. I was like: “WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. HELL.” And Luca? He just shrugs and says: “Yeah, so… funny story. I kinda accidentally stole her when we were kids. She ran away, and I found her, but I didn’t want to give her back. So I just kept her. And then… yeah, she died. But I figured you’d want her ashes, so… here you go.” LIKE??? EXCUSE ME??? At that moment, I had never wanted to commit a felony more in my life. I was SPEECHLESS. But I just took the bag, looked him dead in the eyes, and said: “You’re going to regret this.” AND BOY, DID HE. See, Luca had a boyfriend. A very hot, very bisexual boyfriend. And I? Well. I may or may not have accidentally started talking to him. And we may or may not have flirted a little. And we may or may not have ended up sleeping together. Oops. Now, was it revenge? Maybe. Was it petty? Absolutely. Do I feel bad? Eh. And now I’m sitting here, holding onto this secret, debating whether I should tell Luca or just let him find out the messy way. What do y’all think? Should I confess? Or should I let karma do its thing? 👀 anyways search Priscilla storytimezz for more crazy stuff like this

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hi, its cherie, im back. why is there beef? its normal to 0vulate n stuff! the only reason i understand why theres beef is bcuz theres really inrealistic things and gross stuff. please stop making 1nc3$t things and gr@p3 stories. thats so disgusting… im making .ribbon for actually wholesome and not gross stories, it can be spicy if u want just not gross… also, its not good to be an adict, but its still okay to want to do stuff. anyway, -sincerely, cherie, creator of .lavender and blueberry🫐˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖💤🫐 ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

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guys enough with this. when i first decided to create this acc, i didnt mean for it to harm anyone, i just used it to write stories that ppl would love and u guys do & im so happy! im gonna continue to do it because lots of u guys want more, and im not quitting. whoevers impersonating me, theyre getting my discord wrong too. its not @angvlrss. .peach is not quitting, and to address the .lemon kms, im just gonna ignore it because im not wasting my time trying to say mean things back because im not that kind of person. i would let u guys know if i was quitting, but im NOT. please know that im staying! impersonating is wrong and spreading lies about an account is bad :) ilyg sm and stay tuned for more stories luv , .peach ᯓᡣ𐭩

⋆˙⟡🪶─ .✦📜⊹₊ ݁.୨୧‧₊˚ 🕯️𓍯๋࣭ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ By londonn (delete if using)

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oh. i just wanted silly kaomojis. GO TO https://kaomoji.ru/en/#joy FOR BETTER KAOMOJIS WITHOUT SEEING ANNOYING PPL TALKING :3!! here are some kaomojis : ^ ω ^) (´ ∀ ` *) ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶ ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆ (o^▽^o) (⌒▽⌒)☆ <(￣︶￣)> 。.:☆*:･'(*⌒―⌒*))) ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ (´｡• ω •｡`) (￣ω￣) ｀;:゛;｀;･(°ε° ) (o･ω･o) (＠＾◡＾) ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ (o_ _)ﾉ彡☆ (^人^) (o´▽`o) (*´▽`*) ｡ﾟ( ﾟ^∀^ﾟ)ﾟ｡ ( ´ ω ` ) (((o(*°▽°*)o))) (≧◡≦) (o´∀`o) (´• ω •`) (＾▽＾) (⌒ω⌒) ∑d(°∀°d) ╰(▔∀▔)╯ (─‿‿─) (*^‿^*) ヽ(o^ ^o)ﾉ (✯◡✯) (◕‿◕) (*≧ω≦*) (☆▽☆) (⌒‿⌒) ＼(≧▽≦)／ ヽ(o＾▽＾o)ノ ☆ ～('▽^人) (*°▽°*) ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶ (✧ω✧) ヽ(*⌒▽⌒*)ﾉ (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ( ´ ▽ ` ) (￣▽￣) ╰(*´︶`*)╯ ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ o(≧▽≦)o (☆ω☆) (っ˘ω˘ς ) ＼(￣▽￣)／ (*¯︶¯*) ＼(＾▽＾)／ ٩(◕‿◕)۶ (o˘◡˘o) \(★ω★)/ \(^ヮ^)/ (〃＾▽＾〃) (╯✧▽✧)╯ o(>ω<)o o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ ( ‾́ ◡ ‾́ ) (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ (b ᵔ▽ᵔ)b (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ (๑˘︶˘๑) ( ˙꒳​˙ ) (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° (´･ᴗ･ ` ) (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ („• ֊ •„) (.❛ ᴗ ❛.) (⁀ᗢ⁀) (￢‿￢ ) (¬‿¬ ) (*￣▽￣)b ( ˙▿˙ ) (¯▿¯) ( ◕▿◕ ) ＼(٥⁀▽⁀ )／ („• ᴗ •„) (ᵔ◡ᵔ) ( ´ ▿ ` ) (๑>◡<๑) ( = ⩊ = ) ( ´ ꒳ ` ) ⸜( ´ ꒳ ` )⸝ ⸜(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)⸝ ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝ ⸜( *ˊᵕˋ* )⸝ (>⩊<) (ᗒ⩊ᗕ) (ᵔ⩊ᵔ) ( ᵔ ⩊ ᵔ ) (•⩊•) ( • ⩊ • )