sugar daddy!bruce wayne hcs

warnings: lowkey smutty

Sugar Daddy!Bruce who brings you to all the galas as arm candy and loves showing you off whenever he gets the chance

Sugar Daddy!Bruce who enjoys spoiling you with random gifts that probably cost a fortune (you think it's influenced by his desire to put you on display)

Sugar Daddy!Bruce who knows all your sweet spots, who can practically play you like an instrument with all the little moans you let out for him

Sugar Daddy!Bruce who never rushes you to leave and actually encourages you to stay the night

Sugar Daddy!Bruce who's greedy and will gladly take anything you give him, whether it be seductive glances across the room or teasing pics throughout the day

Sugar Daddy!Bruce would be the type to let you freely use his money as you please. Often times he'll wake up in the middle of the night to find you next to him shopping online with his card

Sugar Daddy!Bruce who loves seeing you in beachwear. He often finds himself taking you on vacation trips or boat rides on his yacht just to see how pretty you’ll dress up for him

Sugar Daddy!Bruce is most definitely a munch and will literally go down on you every time you two are together (it's secretly because of the ego boost he gets from the way you cum for him)

Sugar Daddy!Bruce who more often than not finds himself staring at you in the mirror as you put your earrings on, a part of him wondering what it would be like if you just stayed…

a/n: the first version of this was actually way longer and in-depth, but i was unsatisfied with the direction it was going in... anyways i ended up scrapping it and i started over with this💀

We are exactly the same

amor plástico, dulce y ácido ｡.✿゛

Stress Reliever

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Pairing: Taehyun x gn!reader

Sypnosis: You have been extremely stressed and overwhelmed recently and who’s the perfect person to help you get over it? No one other than your boyfriend

Word Count: 618

Genre: Drabble, slight angst but mostly fluff, established relationship,

❀ Warnings: Kissing (if you find anything else that i should add leave a comment or an ask)

❀ a/n: Please leave a like and reblog and feedback is always greatly appreciated 🙏

Drabble Inspired by:

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Recently, life has been kicking you in the ass. You’ve been so overwhelmed with school and work that you don’t have time for anyone or anything. You don’t even have time to cry, that’s how packed your schedule is.

You don't even feel bad for yourself; you feel bad for your boyfriend. He’s been wanting to hang out with you for the longest, but you've had to turn him down every time. "Sorry, I have a shift later tonight" or "I have to study": tonight was the second one you had to study for an upcoming test. No matter how much you really wanted him to be there with you, you really just couldn’t be distracted.

—

Hours have passed, it’s almost midnight, and yes, you are still studying. You are practically falling asleep on your text books—that is, until you hear your front door open. You don’t know who it is who, in their right mind, would come at this time. You exit your bedroom and peek through the wall to find your boyfriend with convenience store bags full of snacks in his arms. You swore you could feel tears running down your eyes. "Taehyun?" you ask. "What are you doing here?" He can tell by the tone of your voice that you are extremely tired.

He put the bags down, immediately hugged you, and started whispering in your ear. "I know that you are busy, and you didn’t want me here because I could be a distraction for you, but..." You cut him off by placing your lips on his. Kissing him as if there was no tomorrow You didn’t care that you had to study; all you wanted more than anything right now was to have him next to you. You didn’t realize how much you had missed him over the past few weeks.

When you saw him, you felt as if all of your stress and worries just washed away, and you felt like you were free. You finally pulled away from the kiss so both of you could catch your breath, but you still kept him extremely close. Y’all had stayed like this for a while until your boyfriend broke the silence. "Have you eaten yet?" he asked, concerned but still holding you in a hug. "I ate a nutrition bar," you reply, and you weren’t lying; that’s the only thing you had eaten today. "Go sit on the couch and put on a movie while I make us some ramen," he said while patting your back, trying to make you let go of him so he could go cook you guys some food, but you wouldn’t budge. "Honey, please let go so I can go make us some food." You don’t want to let go, but food does sound extremely tempting right now.

—

When he’s done making ramen, he comes back down to sit right next to you with both ramen bowls in his hands until he hands you your bowl, and you two both start eating while watching movies together.

As you both finished up your ramen, you guys continued to watch the movie—that is, until Taehyun felt your head on his shoulder. At first, he thought maybe you just wanted to lay on him, but when he looked over at you, your eyes were closed, and that’s when he knew you were asleep. You had been overworking yourself for weeks, and the only thing that made you feel okay was your boyfriend. The whole world could be against you; the world could be ending, but you wouldn’t care as long as you had your boyfriend next to you. When he was with you, you knew you were going to be alright.

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THOUGHTS. ON. CHEESES.

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cheeses… are highly versatile and calorie-dense. many individuals enjoy different types of cheese in various dishes around the world :catyes:

i…do not personally have strong opinions on cheeses 🧀

Dear Professor,

After the maintenance on December 28th, the new event "Divine Heresy" will be opened! Gear up for a new story in a new sector with new Dolls!

Beneath the waves, twisted life forms thrive. Is it somehow ordained?

—Stay tuned!​​

i should draw finn i wanna draw finn im gonna draw finn

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲!𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐜𝐬

-> warnings: smut mention

-> a/n: are you able to pick up other people’s tabs at a bar? what even is a tab? idk. here are some unnecessarily long bruce hcs that i wrote at 1am

(edit): fun fact, this was the first set of sugar daddy!bruce hcs i wrote but ended up “scrapping” bcs i didn’t like the direction it was going in👨🏿‍🦯

• honestly, you don't know how either of you ended up in this situation

The drink in your hands was starting to sweat.

One of your professors had given you the chance to attend a charity event of one of his more high society friends. Of course, while you were beyond grateful, you can easily say you'd much rather be at home binging your favorite series.

So here you were, sipping on your fourth glass of the evening without a single clue how you were gonna pay for them all. Your social battery was beyond drained as you were sitting by yourself at the bar, just about ready to call it a night.

All the other socialites in the room, however, seemed to be having a blast talking about politics or stocks or whatever it was that rich people talk about. Well, all except for one.

• on one hand hand there was you, a broke college student just looking for someone to pay for her drinks

• on the other, there was the rich billionaire who was searching for someone worthy enough of his time

• bruce had noticed you sitting alone at the bar, lightly sipping on an amethyst martini:

He takes the night off from his batman duties, and this is how he decides to spend it?

Bruce couldn't wrap his head around it either. Alfred was actually the one who talked him into going to this party. With him being one of the top donors, he was basically obligated to attend at this point.

While all the other party goers were standing around talking amongst each other, the billionaire found himself off in the corner, eyes sweeping the room to find all its nearest exits. In the midst off his mental scan though, he saw you.

The dress you wore was simple, yet it somehow made you glow against the warm lighting. Despite all the commotion in the room, your presence alone practically drew him in like a moth to a flame.

If Bruce was gonna be here all night, he might as well make things interesting, right?

• you hadn't noticed him approaching until the chair next to you was being pulled out

• you were hesitant to open up to him at first

• because why in the hell was one of the richest men in gotham talking to you of all people

• but after a while, the two of you practically sprung into conversation, talking about almost anything and everything.

• after talking for what felt like hours he asks you:

"Would you perhaps like to continue this conversation back at my place?"

• with the way his index finger was gently caressing your hand, you just knew that if you left with this man, you both would be doing anything but talking

• while you usually weren't one to sleep with strangers, one night of some fun couldn’t hurt, right?

• plus you still needed to get these drinks paid for

"Only if you offer to pick up my tab."

• one thing led to another and you found yourself lying in one of the biggest beds of your life, getting fucked by one of the richest men in the world

• you and bruce ended up spending a very long night together. by the end of it, you both were practically comatose from it all

• the next morning, you woke up fully prepared to sign some sort of NDA and head on home

• or at least you were. until you felt the hot trail of kisses leading down from your neck

"Last night was incredible," The billionaire grumbled, the low murmur of his morning voice making butterflies appear in your stomach. Open-mouthed kisses continued to trail down the valley of your breasts, "I don't suppose you wanna do that again sometime, hm?"

• you almost had to pinch yourself to make sure you weren't still dreaming

• it was over breakfast that you both went over some of the necessary details neither of you seemed to bring up the night before

• you told him things about yourself like your age and how you typically didn't go home with strangers. you also ended up confessing how you were only at the same event as him because one of your professors gave you an invitation

• which then led to him asking what your major was

• …which led him to ask what university you attended

• ….which then led to him offering to pay off your college expenses

• like hold on. pause for a second.

• did he fr just offer to pay your whole tuition?

• was the pussy that good???

• before you could think too much about it, bruce made sure to let you know that this would be a small dip into a very big bucket for him

• all he asked for in return was to spend another night with you

• of course he didn't expect you to come to a decision right away, so after exchanging numbers, he drove you home to think it over

• to be honest though, it didn't take you very long to consider things

• i mean you were practically swimming in student loans over here

• immediately after you called to give him a confirmation, your phone pinged with a notification

bruce w. sent over $860.

‘buy something nice for yourself and meet me tomorrow at seven. don’t worry about transportation, i’ll arrange a car for you.’

• and after that the rest was history

• being bruce’s sugar baby was honestly one of the best decisions you’ve ever made

• after your second night with him was when he wanted to make things official between you two

• “official” pretty much meant that he would volunteer to be your personal bank as long as you continued to keep him company

• even though it all sounded great, you weren’t stupid.

• if you were to really go through with this you would need it written on paper. you wanted this shit documented

• so that’s exactly what he did

• by the end of the day, bruce had his lawyers make a drafted copy of the terms and conditions your so called “relationship” would entail (a draft that you were free to make changes to, of course)

• now that everything had been officially set in stone, most days you found yourself either attending charity events or maxing out his company credit card

• now if only bruce could tell you about a certain night job of his…

-> a/n: when i tell you these have been in my drafts for a MINUTE😭 i think imma make a fic about how their relationship develops but first i wanna write the next part to my jason smau series

So remember those kittens tht were born under my house

briefly got access to my old discord account again before it locked me out again LOL 🖕 but i saw messages from old friends and seeing some of them still talk with each other till now and some dm me asking where i am now and never talk again is like. AH! the people who changed my life when i was 12 ! are still here ! they arent frozen in my memories and they live and talk and keep laughing like how i remembered them ........ or not they change too shoutout to my friend who does legit va work now btw like woah when did that happen. but yes one second i am 13 then i am 14 then i keep going and going and so do they without me even realising and when i turn to see where they stand from me now im like oh...OH! does that make sense whafever i cant phrase anything good these days but to my three to six followers this applies to thank youuu for everything ^_^ im sorry for disappearing and for being weird and not doing a little more but i am glad i met you!!!! i am i am !!!!!!!! whether we meet again or not pleaaaase keep having a good life and i love you and thank you and i love you (っ.❛ ᴗ ❛.)っ MY KEYBOARD HAS BUILT IN KAOMOJIS ?

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❝ ⵌ ⌗ ⨳ ❞﹒ᝰ つ ᘐ ට 𖥦 ᘏ ᐟ.ᐟメ Ꮺ ゝ꒱꒱ ➜ ◞ 𐃆 ✦ ꗃ​​◟ ⨯ ꒰╰╮︻デ═一︰✿ ζ﹐．𓊔⺌！ ％ ៹ 、 ₊˚ฅ ꔛ𓂃★☆✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ ₊˚๑꒷₊⊹ ⬫ ა ໒ ‧˚ ʚɞ ︿︿˗ˏˋ—ˎˊ˗﹆₊﹅˚ ⸝⸝ ꒷꒦︶︶꒷︶︶꒦꒦︶︶꒷꒦ ᘏ⑅ᕱ︵︵˚દ﹕ᜊ ᨓ˚₊↷ ୨୧﹕‧₊˚⊹﹕✧˚₊ ଘଓ⌒⌒✄┈┈ ˚ ᗢ ‧ ꕤ｡˚⤹┊≡°.• ꒰ キ 𓍯 𓏲𓂅 ♡ ‹3 ꒷꒦ ∿𖤐 𖦹 𖣠 જ ⧉ ⿻⌇𖧧﹢ヾ𓈒⁀➷ ‿➹ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄  𑑛 ৎ ໑ ࿔ 𓈀﹒ꜝ░ ◖ .꒷ 𖤐 ✯ ✪ ✮ ✰⤸₊˚ ִֶָ 𓆩 𓆪 ᠀ ⬫ ⬪ ౨ৎ 𖥔 ✉ ╳ ≛ 𖤩 ˖˚ ୫ 𐂴 𖠿 ‣ ִֶָ ، 𖤘 ، . ‹ ִֶ ャ 彡 ᯅ ☄︎ 𖦆 ˚ 𖥨ぃ 𓈈ﾉꜞ≡ ⌂ ⌕ ↺ ⩇ ▨ ▦ ▩ 𖣯 ❒ ㆆ ꊥꊥ 𖨂᯽◌ ◍ ◷ ◔ ◕ ⪧◟𖣗 ̑̑ ꪶ ꫂ ᧙ ᥐ 𐑺ִ ◡ ◡ ꫂ ২ ζ १ ◠ ◠ ຊ ७ ५ 𓍢 𓍼 𓇟 𓍲 𓍱 ᨒ ᠀ 𑁯 ੭ × ະ ⵓ 𐀔 ❖｡ⵢ𖤠 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 ꩟˚ ୭∿ ꔵ ⚑ ᕬ ⚐ ᶻᶻᶻ ꉂ ҂ ⋮ ❛❜ ꐑꐑ ✸ ૪ ໒ 🜲 𖥨 ⌦ ຯ ໒ ⌔？！៸៸  𑑛 ৎ ໑ ࿔ 𓈀﹒ꜝ░ ◖ .꒷ 𖤐 ✯ ✪ ✮ ✰⤸₊˚ ִֶָ 𓆩 𓆪 ᠀ ⬫ ⬪ ౨ৎ 𖥔 ✉ ╳ ≛ 𖤩 ˖˚ ୫ 𐂴 𖠿 ‣ ִֶָ ، 𖤘 ، . ‹ ִֶ ャ 彡 ᯅ ☄︎ 𖦆 ˚ 𖥨ぃ 𓈈ﾉꜞ≡ ⌂ ⌕ ↺ ⩇ ▨ ▦ ▩ 𖣯 ❒ ㆆ ꊥꊥ 𖨂᯽◌ ◍ ◷ ◔ ◕ ⪧◟𖣗 ̑̑ ꪶ ꫂ ᧙ ᥐ 𐑺ִ ◡ ◡ ꫂ ২ ζ १ ◠ ◠ ຊ ७ ५ 𓍢 𓍼 𓇟 𓍲 𓍱 ᨒ ᠀ 𑁯 ੭ × ະ ⵓ 𐀔 ❖｡ⵢ𖤠 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 ꩟˚ ୭∿ ꔵ ⚑ ᕬ ⚐ ᶻᶻᶻ ꉂ ҂ ⋮ ❛❜ ꐑꐑ ✸ ૪ ໒ 🜲 𖥨 ⌦ ຯ ໒ ⌔？！៸៸  ☆ ～('▽^人)  🍥 ଓ ˖˚⊹ ₊  ╭⌗♡𓂃・꒰꒱  ﹕ᕱ⑅ᕱ﹕﹕ ₊˚੭  ╰╮𖥻໒ ♡੭  ╰╮ꔫ꒦⊹﹕﹕ˎˊ- 𑁥 ੭ 𑊑 𑊁 ረ ૮ ᭡ ᘓ ១ 𑫈 ꝿ ౿ꪆ 𑁯 𑊁 𑊡 𑫏 𑜷 Թ Ծ ౿ 𑁯 𑁭 𑁥 ੭ ꪆ ᥫ ᘏ Ꮼ ᘓ ୬ ෧ ᘡ ୪ ১ 𖥨Ꮼ ꮱ ᰢ ꮺ 𐑙 ꫤ﹅﹆ Ꮺ ᰝ ჲ ᴥ𖦆 𓍲 𓍱 Ꮘ ફ ળ ਨ ৬ ৫ ২ ণ 𖡋 ଽ ꒰ ꒱ ꒲ 𖢆 ꯊ ꒷ ꒥ ꒦ ⏝ ︶ ᝰ 𖬺ꔚ ꔛ ꕁ ꕀ ꒳ ꒴ 𖢺 ଓ ଲ ପ ମ ଘ᳂ 🝎 𓐍 𐐫 𐐃 ◍ ⱺ ◔ ◷ 𔓏 • 〄⌾ 𖣠 𖦹 ꩜ 🝎 ๑​ ꮻ ☹︎ 𓇸 𖦸 𔓶𒀭 𔓘 𑁍 𖡎 ֍ 🜰 ᦅ⟲⟳❁ ᜊ 𒆳 𒉽 ▸◂ 𝅎𝅏 𝅈𝅉 🝓 ◃▹ ː ⬫ ⬥ ⬦ ⑅Ⰶ ⊞ 𐌎 ⌦ 𐅰 ⎗ ◫ ༕ 🜲 ꯀ 𖣯 ▦𝄝 𝄜 𖣖 ⎗ ⎘ ⌂ ⩩ 𐄹 ⋕ ＃ ꖛ 𖥻𔗨 ᜃ ୫ ะ​ ⎎ १ ∿ 𖤛 𖧧 🝭 𖧉 🜵𔒝 𓆜 𓆝 𔘜 𓅫 𐀔 𔒌 𐙼 𖡅 𖣂 𔒱𐚱 𐚬 𐚯 𐚤 𐂴 𐃨 𐃫 𓄣 𓏊 𖥧 𖤣 𔒅 ♡ ❥ ᯽ ꕤ 🝮 ♥︎ 𑃢 𐀶 ꒧ ꇊ⎙ ⏚ 〧 ▌ ▬ ▭ ꉙ ꗃ ౾ ౽ 𐰢 ⏧𓄹 𓄼 𔓕 𔐬 𔘏 𓏲 𓍢 𓍯 𓂅 𓂃 𓁹 𐇻ᨃ ᨓ ᨑ ᨐ ᨏ ᨎ ╭╯◖ ◗ ꉂ ‡ꃋ ꃼ ୶ 𝄿 # ﹪ 𖠲 יִ 𖥔 🝊 ✾ 𔖲࿔ ⩩ 𖥨 ╰ ╮ ࿓ ᘒ ⊹ ✧ ✦ ⟆ ֊ ꗃ ⌗ ❍ ﹕ཿ ♡ ■ ꫂ ২ ζ १ 𖥧 𓂃 ♥︎ ᨒ ୫ ૪ ໒ 𐂴 ৎ ຊ ∿ ꔵ ⸙ ຯ ໒ ೨ 𖧧 Ꮺ 𖧷 𓏲 𖥨 𖦹 ๑ ໑ ࿔ ७ ५ ୭ ᠀ 𑁯 ੭ ⩩ 𖦹 ৎ 𖨂 𖥦 𓍢 ζִֶָ ꔛ ੭ 𓎆 ◞ 𐚱 ⩄ ⍝ ᠀ · ꗃ 𖦹 𓈒 𖧧 𓂃 𝕝 𓄹 𓄼 ҂ ⬫ ܀ ⃝ ᘏ ︰ ⚠ ꤥ 𓇬 𓃉 𓇸 𓆇 ⸃ ⸰ ⬞ 𐑥 ᠈ ✉ ᨒ ﹆ ⬝ 𑁤 𔘓 𔓘 ᜊ ᪤ ꒷ ⌨ ⬪ ↀ ⬩ ⬧ ⬥ ⊹ 〨 ⩌ ⩍ ⩋ 𓊌 𓇿 𓊔 𓈈 ㆐ Ⳋ ︳ ⴰ 𔒴 ↻ 𝅅 ﹐ ㄔ ഒ ＊ ⛓ 𓎆 ⩩ ⵌ٠ ᭡ ꕤ 𓈀 っ 𓊘 𓄹 ⦂ ᘏ 𔘓 𓈈 𓂃 𖠿 ཿ ࿀ ᎔ ᎓ ᜴ ᜵ ᝪ ៚ ៳ ᠀ ᠉ ᤳ ᨓ ᭝ ᱺ ᳃ ◯ ◦ ◡ ◠ ⋆ ۬۟۬ ⑅ ꠴ ੭ જ ꞈ ⸝ ˴ › ≡ ࿔ ／ ଓ ઇ ઉ ᧙ ᥐ ៸ ૪ ೨ ␥ ■ ♧ ◇ ◈ ﹫ ꧔ ੭ જ ꞈ ⸝ ≡ ࿔ ଓ ઇ ઉ ᧙ ᥐ ៸ ໒ ː ՞ ᵎ ࿂ ﹆ ᰍ ִ𖧧 𖤠 𓄹 ﹅ 𝄪  ̟  ͜͝  ꯭  ̳  ֠  ⃝ ⃘ ⃕ ̸  ̶ ̲ ̅ ˙ ̣ ͘ ׄ ִ ◧◧◧⬕▦▬◤◣▃▄▅▆▇▏▎▎▅▍∞∴∵∭∬☽☾✜♥︎♠︎⚾︎⋆·˚ ༘ * 🔭 ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾ (୨୧ᵕ̤ᴗᵕ̤) ✩°｡⋆⸜(ू˙꒳ ˙ )･:*˚:✧｡ . .ıllı. ✩ ✼　｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡ㅤ→ ༄ ‧₊˚ 「 」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ˀˀ ♡⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ⌦ ✗ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ↳ ❝❞ ➤ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧ ୧⋅ ..⃗. ┊ೃ ╰► ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ ↷ ೃ ╲ ╱ 彡 ✥ ❥ Ꮠ ➜ ᎒ ☈ ❁ ⊰ 「❀」 . .⃗ . ༉‧₊˚✧ . ˚ ⚘ ˏ`୭̥*ೃ *ૢ✧ ཻུ۪۪ ೫` ⃟ ཹ։❀ ፧ ੈ✩‧₊ ૪'ރ፧ ࿐ °↳ ׂׂૢ༘ ۵`⚘݄⿴݃*₊˚꒰:: ≡ ෆ┊. ,! ۰ ۪۪۫۫ ❬ヾ︿︿،، ♡ ⏧·₊̣̇. ❵ ﹏﹏﹏❅ೃ ∞. ; ‹⌇ ✩✼　｡ﾟ･　　ﾟ･ ミ ೃ ‧₊˚ ˗ˋˏ ˎˊ˗ ⊱⋅ ⋅⊰ ❴ ❵ ೋ ❥• ➥ ೃ❅,. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ ↻↺۬◦۪۪̥ ✿ - ̗̀ ❳ ︸ 〞 ꜜ ͎ ╰ ╯╱╳╲ ⸗ =͟͟͞͞: 〣 ꞋꞌꞋꞌ ҂ ˘˘˘ ⸝⸝ ￤ ﹆ ꜛ ꜜ ⸃⸃ ⸗ ▾ ˖ ︴ ↻ ⇁ ﹏ ゛ ⇢ ﾞ ⁾⁾ ଽ ୭̥ ➶ ↻ ✘ ┈ ₊̇°˟̫ː ៸៸ ｡ ٬٬ ␣ ❪ ￣ ҩ ✕ ͝ ۫ ۪۪۪۫ ” ᵎ 〇 ,, ㅤ ❫ ٠ِ٘ٓ ℮ ▪ ❬ ❭ ❨ ❩ ⸂ ᵎ , ⃕ ➘ α ❴ ⟨ ⟩ ︵─┊-˚̩̥̩̥)❫ෆ∞ೃ❅≡〈〔＜ㄑ(ㄥ=三=＝《 ￣￣￣（丶／＼.˙˙．〝！？冫人｜!i＾iゝ〔〔〕〉 ⵢ◞⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ཻུ۪۪۪۫ ⎧ ..⃗. ꒱ Ꮠ ⊰ .⃗ ༉‧ ⃟ ˚◦ ˬ̽. ̽ ⋆≿⁞ꜜ₊̣﹏﹃﹄「」₊｡ﾟ➶︾ 〃 ･﹢ ̼ ⌁⌔⌕ ⌮┊★ $ ◟̽◞̽ ꒷꒦✞▃▃▅▆ ✿゛✎ ✄✩ ✼　｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡ㅤ→ ༄ ‧₊˚ 「 」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ˀˀ ♡⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ⌦ ✗ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ↳ ❝ ❞ ➤ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧ ୧ ⋅┊ೃ╰► ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖ ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ ↷ ೃ ╲ ╱ 彡 ✥ ❥ Ꮠ ➜ ᎒ ☈ ❁ ⸙͎۪۫ ⊰ 「❀」 . .⃗ . ༉‧₊˚✧ . ˚ ⚘ ˏ`୭̥*ೃ *ૢ✧ ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ೫` ⃟ ཹ։❀ ፧ ੈ✩‧₊ ૪'ރ፧ ࿐ ° ↳ ׂׂૢ༘ ۵`⌧. →× ︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵ ⚘݄⿴݃*₊˚꒰:: ≡,!ヾ︿︿،، ♡ ⏧·₊̣̇. ❵ ﹏﹏﹏❅ೃ ∞. ; ෆ┊¡ ⸼۰ ۪۪۫۫ ❬“= ‹⌇ #⃞ ＠ ﹫ ₍₎ ᥲᥱℎ ; ♡⋆.ೃ࿔* 𓂃 ☯︎ ꒰꒱ ᝰ ılı.lıllılı.ıllı. ೄྀ(^‿^✿) ʚĭɞ 𓆝𓆟𓆜 ོ ʚ ᨳ ପ ꒦꒷ ꩜ 𖦹 ᜊ ★ ☆ 𖤐 ☻(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:☆:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏  ּ   ⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉  ७ ८ १ ९ ४ ५ ॽ এ ৎ ১ ৫ ৶ ੭ ઽ ૮ ૭ ૦ ଓ ଘ ଙ ଽ ୦ ୨ ୧ ୪ ୬ ୭ ఽ ౨ ౿ ೨ ഽ ໒ ໑ ༺ ༻ ༾ ༿ ᗀ ᗁ ᗂ ᗃ ᗢ ᗣ ᘍ ᘊ ᘝ ᘞ ᚙ ᜊ ᜑ ៙ ᪤ ᱪ ᱖ ᱕ ᳁ ᳂ ᳃ ⊙ ⊚ ⊰ ⊱ ⊲ ⊳ ⋕ ⋮ ⌂ ⌔ ⌕ ⌗ ⌘ ⌙ ⌦ ⌧ ⌫ 〈 〉 ⌾ ⍝ ⎈ ⎓ ⎙ ⎚ ⏙ ⑅ ┆ ┇ ┊ ┋ ★ ☆ ☓ ♡ ♥︎ ⚯︎ ⚢︎ ⚛︎ ⚝︎ ⚹︎ ⛧︎ ⛮︎ ⛻︎ ⚠︎ ⚘︎ ⚣︎ ✦ ✧ ❍ ❑ ⟃ ⟄ ⟅ ⟆ ⟡ ⟲ ⟳ ⦾ ⧉ ⧾ ⩀ ⩇ ⩉ ⩊ ⩋ ⭑ ⭒ ⭗ ⭘ ⭙ ⭚ ⭛ Ⱶ ⲷ Ⳋ ⵂ ⵌ ⸦ ⸧ ⸮ 〄 々 〆 〩 ぁ あ の を 龱 ꀯ ꃳ ꆪ ꈊ ꈔ ꌦ ꎺ ꏳ ꏿ ꐑ ꐚ ꐧ ꐪ ꑘ ꒰ ꒱ ꔪ ꔛ ꔡ ꔵ ꕃ ꕀ ꔷ ꔮ ꕊ ꕕ ꕤ ꕪ ꖏ ꖘ ꖴ ꗃ ꗏ ꘎ ꘫ ꜔ ꞝ ꠶ ꠷ ꢏ ꢾ ꣑ ꥟ ꩜ ꩐ ꫢ ꫪ ꯱       ﹅ ﹆ ﹟ ﹠ ﹗ ﹖ ﹢ ﹫ ﹪ ＃ ！ ＋ ￮ � 𐀏 𐁇 𐂂 𐂐 𐄹 𐇵 𐌎 𐌆 𐐂 𐐒 𐐗 𐐘 𐐜 𐐪 𐐺 𐐿 𐑀 𐝡 𐨀 𐪔 𐪆 𐪇 𑁘 𑁙 𑁚 𑁤 𑁥 𑁦 𑁨 𑁩 𑁬 𑁭 𑁯 𑂗 𑄻 𑊂 𑐛 𑑙 𑑛 𑑑 𓂁 𓂂 𓂃 𓂅 𓄹 𓄼 𓆇 𓆩 𓆪 𓆠 𓇷 𓇸 𓈀 𓈅 𓊌 𓊔 𓋭 𓋰 𓋱 𓏲 𓏳 𔒅 𔔀 𔔤 𔔦 𔖢 𔗨 𔘓 𔘜 𓈈 𖠘 𖠇 𖠛 𖠗 𖠣 𖠚 𖣠 𖣯 𖦹 𖧖 𖧗 𝄄 𝄜 𝇋 𝇌 🜲 🜸 🜽 🝕 🝙 🝯 🝩 🝱 ❀ ✿ ✩ ✫ ✧ ✦  ㅤ ㅤㅤ ───────────────────── ⿻ ⠂ ˇ ᕱ ⑅ ᕱ ⿴݃ ⎗ ꧔ ᵕ̈﹫ ຳ ⌕ ତ ⊹ 𓍢 ଓ 𖧧 ๑﹆ ﹅ ᨳ᭬ ° ｡ ⸼ ˴ ✦ ♥︎ 𓎆 ՙ ˒ ﹟. ◠ ֊ ᭡ ∩ ！𓏲 𓂃𓏸 ៸ • ɤ ' : 𐑡 ≀ 𓄼 · 𓄹 `— ୨୧ 𝆬 𓏸 ・ ପ ♡ ⎙ › ⍝ ᕬ 。 ִֶָ ᘏ ◑ ▭▬ 𖥻 ⌗ ៹ ꗃ 𓈈 𖥦 ░ ᨒ 𓂅 ⬪ 𖣂 ᝰ ⨾ 𓈒 ׂ⏧ ㅓ 𓍼 哈 伊 ‘ ⋄ っ ⌯ ゛ ৲ ✉︎ ៸៸ ᶻᶻᶻ ▞ ⌀ ࣪ . ��� ✫ ✰ ✶ ⋆ ৲ ˒˒ ‹ ๑ — · ៸ ‣ ˒ ◠ ⎙ ⬪ ২ ⩩ ♥︎ ᯽ ໑ ❑ ❒ ﹆ ໑ ⬩ ⍉ ʚ ੭. ✶ ›⭒ ⋆ ˴ ᤴ ੭ꞈ ᠀ ⸙ ຯ ତ ° ｡ ⸼  ✰ ♡ ﹫ # ✧ ⋆﹙ ⟅﹟ ☆ ‧ֺ․۬‧˖ ★ 𖤐 ✦ ⭑ ⸝ ✩⌇˒༣ ˎˊ˗ 𖥨 ۪𓍢݂ ͑ꜝ᜔ ⭒ ꒹ ꒰ ⌜ ⌝ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ︿،، ➩✐ ✎❝❞ˀˀ ♡⃕ ◡̈ ⌦ ⡪჻ ✰ ★ ☆ ⭒ ⭑ ✧ ✦ ⊹ ❍ ◐⠀⬪ 𖧷 ٭ ᪥ 𖣔 ❁ ✿𝆬 •᷄ɞ•᷅ •́ ₃ •̀ •᷄ࡇ•᷅ ᴖ ᴈ ᴖ ᵕ̈ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ᵔᴗᵔ ･᷄-･᷅ ˶ᵔ ꈊ ᵔ    𐇵  ↻ ‣ › ˒ ⋅ ٠ • ː﹕ˇ · ، ؛ ❛ 〃 ⇢ ⤼ ﹫ ، ७ ˒៹ 𓏲 ˙.໑ㅤ೨ㅤ𓂃𓏸 ࿔ ꗃ ⠀。̊· 𖥾 ⋆ ⿻ ❒ ❏ ᨳ ʚ 𖧧࣪ ๑ ໑

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(´っω=`) ₍ᐢ× ༝ ×ᐢ₎ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ₎ ₍^⸝⸝> ·̫ <⸝⸝^₎ (´,,>ω<,,`)♡ ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ  (´っω=`) ₍ᐢ× ༝ ×ᐢ₎ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ₎ ₍^⸝⸝> ·̫ <⸝⸝^₎ ₍ᐢ> ̫<ᐢ₎ (´･ω･`): ( ;´꒳`;) ₍ᐡඉ ̫ඉᐡ₎ ᐡ ⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ᐡ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ₎ ⸜(ˊᗜˋ)⸝ (ヾﾉ･ω･`) (๑´`๑)♡ ˃̣̣̥᷄ ᴖ ˂̣̣̥᷅ ‎ᐡ ᐧ ﻌ ᐧ ᐡ (⸝⸝º ^ º⸝⸝ ) ( ˊᵕˋ ; ) ( ᴗ ̫ ᴗ ) (๑♡⌓♡๑) ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ ₍ᐢ˶• ˔ กᐢ₎ ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎ ᑦ(੭・㉨・)ᐣ ( ´͈ ᗨ ͈ ) ๑´ ³)ﾉ ଘ( ິ•ᆺ• )ິଓ ꒰˘꒳˘๑꒱ ໒(＾ᴥ＾)७ ◟꒰◍ ´꒳` ◍꒱◞ ˘ ᵜ ˘ ( •ω•ฅ) ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ (๑´ㅂ`๑) (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) ต( ິᵒ̴̶̷̤ ﻌ ᵒ̴̶̷̤ )ິ ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ (´๑•_•๑) Ꮚ˘ ꈊ ˘ Ꮚ ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞ ̑̑ (ㅅ´ ˘ ) (˃ ⌑(´っω=) ₍ᐢ× ༝ ×ᐢ₎ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ₎ ₍^⸝⸝> ·̫ <⸝⸝^₎ (´,,>ω<,,`)♡ ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ ₍ᐢ> ̫<ᐢ₎ (´･ω･`): ( ;´꒳`;) ₍ᐡඉ ̫ඉᐡ₎ ᐡ ⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ᐡ ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ₎ ⸜(ˊᗜˋ)⸝ (ヾﾉ･ω･`) (๑´`๑)♡ ˃̣̣̥᷄ ᴖ ˂̣̣̥᷅ ‎ᐡ ᐧ ﻌ ᐧ ᐡ (⸝⸝º ^ º⸝⸝ ) ( ˊᵕˋ ; ) ( ᴗ ̫ ᴗ ) (๑♡⌓♡๑) ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ ₍ᐢ˶• ˔ กᐢ₎ ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎ ᑦ(੭・㉨・)ᐣ ( ´͈ ᗨ ͈ ) ๑´ ³)ﾉ ଘ( ິ•ᆺ• )ິଓ ꒰˘꒳˘๑꒱ ໒(＾ᴥ＾)७ ◟꒰◍ ´꒳` ◍꒱◞ ˘ ᵜ ˘( •ω•ฅ) ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ (๑´ㅂ`๑) (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) ต( ິᵒ̴̶̷̤ ﻌ ᵒ̴̶̷̤ )ິ ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ (´๑•_•๑)Ꮚ˘ ꈊ ˘ Ꮚ ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞ ̑̑ (ㅅ´ ˘ `) (˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ ) ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ૮ • ﻌ - ა⁩ ૮⍝• ᴥ •⍝ა ૮₍ ´• ˕ •` ₎ა ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა₍ᵔ•ᴗ•ᵔ₎ ૮₍ ´˶• ᴥ •˶` ₎ა ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ฅ ₎ა ૮₍ ´• ˕ •` ₎ა •᷅ࡇ•᷄ ૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎აʕ•̫͡•ʔ. ₍ᐢ › ̫ ‹ ᐢ₎ ᐢ..ᐢ ૮₍´˶ᵔｪᵔ˶`₎ა ₍ᐢ·ᴥ·ᐢ₎ ૮ ・ﻌ・ა ˘ ᵜ ˘૮₍´｡ᵔ ꈊ ᵔ｡`₎ა ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞ ૮₍ 𝁽ܫ𝁽 ₎ა ₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎˂ഃ ) ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ૮₍•᷄ ࡇ •᷅₎ა૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა ૮ • ﻌ - ა⁩ ૮⍝• ᴥ •⍝ა ૮₍ ´• ˕ •` ₎ა ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა₍ᵔ•ᴗ•ᵔ₎ ૮₍ ´˶• ᴥ •˶` ₎ა ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ฅ ₎ა ૮₍ ´• ˕ •` ₎ა •᷅ࡇ•᷄ ૮₍ • ᴥ • ₎აʕ•̫͡•ʔ. ₍ᐢ › ̫ ‹ ᐢ₎ ᐢ..ᐢ ૮₍´˶ᵔｪᵔ˶`₎ა ₍ᐢ·ᴥ·ᐢ₎ ૮ ・ﻌ・ა ˘ ᵜ ˘૮₍´｡ᵔ ꈊ ᵔ｡`₎ა ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞ ૮₍ 𝁽ܫ𝁽 ₎ა ₍ ᐢ..�� ₎

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