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. . . Anaxa x reader - Oneshot

sypnosis: you were in a beautiful, yet weird situationship with Anaxa—you crushed eachother, then you held eachother again. Symptoms were in your heart, as without him you felt totally drained. Would a visit to your Professor be able to decide your fate?

tags: Anaxa x f!reader student (‼️adult‼️), Aglaea is your aunt, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Soft Intimacy, Open ending/Kinda happy ending, Situationship, Yearning

a/n: Hello!! This is an old fic of mine (I wrote it one month ago lol), I remade some parts. I was so obsessed with Psycho by Red Velvet at that time (that's why the sypnosis also has the lyrics from "Psycho" english translation) + The demo of "Psycho" by EJAE (That's why the title is "I'm psycho, you're heartless") heehee. Aaand at the start we also have some lyrics from KTL by Blackpink! Also, it was the second fanfic I wrote for Anaxa lol, so I hope I got his personality right. I'm sorry if it's ooc.

Enjoy!

'Look what you've started, I'm psycho, you're heartless' represents your exact situation with Anaxagoras.

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Staying in your house, all alone, while aunt Aglaea was away, wasn't helping you at all. How could Anaxa live without [name] and how could [name] live without Anaxa? You both knew that you couldn't resist without eachother. Every second he was on your mind, you couldn't escape him.

Why do you always fall right back into his arms?

That's the question you kept asking yourself. You weren't even together, what if for him you were only a normal student—[name]? But you knew that for you Anaxa wasn't only Professor Anaxagoras, his love was your favourite, even if it got you all messed up, it was always so fire with him that you felt like a sinner.

You kept having the feeling that you needed to see him. You knew exactly where he was at the moment, but the way he had been treating you today—making you cry, making you jealous, bringing the madness in you—somehow it just felt... mythic.

You decided to go to his new laboratory, where you knew he was spending his time in—but you couldn't go there without a gift for his new purchase. It would have been rude, wouldn't it?

On your way to visit Anaxa, you stopped at a flower shop to buy a beautiful bouquet of roses, since they were your favourite flowers, wanting to add your touch into his own laboratory.

Just some minutes away from the destination, you were repeating to yourself "[Name], it's okay, you can do this... you can do this..."

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• [Name]'s POV

I got there, in front of his laboratory... What if Anaxa was so mad at me that he didn't want to see me anymore...? No, [name], don't think like this... Keep in mind all the moments you spent together...

In front of his door, I knocked, waiting for him...

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Immediately, Anaxa opened the door. Not even one second passed, as you burst into his laboratory reception.

"These... are for you." you mumbled, offering the flowers to him. You could notice that his face lightened up when he saw you.

"Come." Anaxa said. Only one word. Something that was out of character for him. You followed him, as he brought you to his laboratory.

You could have easily seen that his touch was there, additionally your roses were going to be the colour spot in his whole universe. He went quickly to put the flowers in a safe storage, so he would be able plant them later in his collection. When Anaxa came back, he saw you.

"Are you mad at me...?" you asked, tears starting falling. "How you treated me today..." you sighed, as he looked at you deadpan, he couldn't say anything, deciding to hug you to shut you off. The hug felt so pure and ideal, but you knew that he was detrimental to your health. Anaxa was not an easy man to understand.

Considering all of these, you broke the hug, going to the balcony, where he kept a part of his collection of flowers. He followed you there—after all, how could he let his [name] be in this state?

"You dissapointed me, Anaxagoras" you told him, looking so innocent into his eye. Your visual contact felt so... oneiric. After a bit, you decided to turn around—wanting to leave.

"[Name]." he muttered. Of course, you didn't want to turn back, but... after all, it's Anaxa, he was yours, you're his, even if none of you confessed this. You rotated a bit, only to meet his gaze, as you rolled your eyes very disturbed at him—how could he not speak one word when you were crying, but now when you were preparing to leave he was calling for you?

"According to my calculation, a bandage should be changed in less than 24 hours, which expired in your case, meaning that the bacteria inside of it may cause you an infection" Anaxa informed you.

Wow the Professor in him got out! You gave him a dead stare, of course, out of love for him! You nodded your head as a way of agreeing to his indirect proposal of changing your bandage, cause, for sure, he would have done or said certain things to get a reaction out of you.

He gestured for you to sit down on the examination table, which you did. Just try to not listen to the great Professor Anaxagoras, ohh you're doomed! He always found a way to make sure you were listening to him, even if it was a little smirk, a touch, a kiss or the worst—his presence.

He went to get all the the necessary materials for you, coming back with a grin. "If you feel pain during the process, just hold me." the Professor assured.

Wow, who was expecting him to make such an offer for you?

You looked at him with admiration, one of the things that you did which made him weak—and Anaxagoras was not the type of man to be weak, NEVER, especially because of others.

The process started. Well, who knew that Professor Anaxagoras was also a doctor? Well, you did, of course! It wasn't the first time he changes your bandage—after all, he caused that wound on your neck—out of love, a love that he never talks about.

After removing your bandage with such delicacy and professionalism, he applied saline solution. "Ouch." your body flinches, accidentally holding onto the shoulder of Anaxa. The way it was hurting you so much that you couldn't even see him blushing—well even if you saw him, he would gaslight you into thinking that you can't see right because of the light.

After having your new bandage applied to your wound, you looked at Anaxa tenderly, as a way of thanking him.

"It is requested that you get enough sleep and relax, as it will help your wound heal." he explained, very polite. Then, he leaned close—very close. There were only 5 centimeters away from eachother's faces. So close, yet so far, Anaxa wouldn't dare to kiss you on such a random moment, at least not your first kiss. It was visible that both of you were looking at eachother's lips.

He was under your spell, you did it.

You slowly pulled away, feeling so tempted by Anaxa's lips, as you went to sit on the chair that was for the guests, at his desk, while he went to sit on his chair, opening some books to read. Of course the books were there for no reason, cause he couldn't read while you were in front of him. You noticed a saying in one of the opened books "The two could be fused together into one". Noticing his nervousness, you felt that he wanted to tell you something, as you decided to tease him in such a simple, but significant way—touching one of his legs with yours. Anaxa looked at you immediately, you could see the way he blushed. Wow, the most known professor of Amphoreus blushing? You didn't see it everyday!

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Minutes passed. No one, no word. That's when you thought of leaving—not because of him, because if you tried to have him tonight, it would have worked, he was letting you, but now, it just didn't feel like it was the right moment. The actual reason was that you were so tired, especially after this long and weird day.

"Do you have anything else to tell me...?" you asked Anaxa, as he shaked his head, as a no.

"Then, good night, Anaxagoras." you muttered, turning around to leave. You could feel his eye on you, but he didn't say anything—as he was not used to you calling him by his long name.

That's when you decided to leave his laboratory. You were so patient with him—but no response from him? This is not the usual Anaxa.

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Walking towards your house, a heavy rain started. You were quite far from your neighborhood. Your hair got so wet, as you struggled to go through the cold rain, not wanting to waste any second when the award was relaxing in your comfortable and warm bed.

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Oh, how much you shook up Anaxagoras' world when he saw you sad. He could've went into a black tide and it would have felt the same. Noticing the torrential rain, he took the first umbrella he saw in his laboratory and went out —searching for his [name].

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The rain was so rough, you were looking as if you were having a shower. Then, from behind you, you heard a voice.

"[Name]." you turned around, seeing Anaxa. He was covering you with his umbrella. So romantic, right? He offered you his umbrella.

"But, what about you?" you asked him, thinking about how is he going to return to his laboratory, or his home—if he had one. He never told anyone anything about himself, nobody knew if he actually had his own "nest".

"Take it." he assured you. Only two words and a caring expression, nothing more. You took it as you thanked him, turning around and continuing your "journey". Not even 50 metters crossed, and you rotated back, seeing Anaxa standing there, in the rain, watching you. You gave him a reassuring look, then turned around. You both didn't understand eachother, but that's what made you two more in love.

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You had got home, as you removed your shoes, going to your bedroom to get some clean clothes. After that, you took a calm and warm bath. It felt so relaxing, but—something was missing—or someone.

"9:30pm" that's the hour the clock showed. You went to sleep earlier than always, because you wanted to compose yourself, trying to forget about Anaxa, at least for some hours and sleep well.

"11pm" yeah. You woke up. You dreamt about him—no need to hide.

"12pm" again? Of course!

You tried to go back to sleep... but you couldn't—he was on your mind all the time. Was it because of how he acted today? Because he felt like—a different person? Do you miss the actual Anaxa?

—

You couldn't sleep—could he though? Or was he also thinking about you?

(He clearly was).

. . . Sunday x reader - Oneshot

sypnosis: you decided to wear 10cm stilettos to work just because they were pretty—what you didn't know is how much pain they will cause. However, you have an ace up your sleeve—your boyfriend, Sunday! You called him, in hope to pick you up from work. Will he make time for love or work?

tags: Sunday x f!reader, Estabilished Relationship, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Soft Intimacy, Reader is princess-coded, Sunday has office work to do, !Before he got jailed!, Robin and Sunday didn't get separated.

a/n: hii!! It's my first published fanfic! I worked very hard for it, I also wrote other fanfics, but I never ended up releasing them or finishing them, so the release of this fanfic means a lot! I wrote this for fun, since this fanfic is inspired by a situation that happened to me in real, I wore 8cm heels just because they were pretty, and I had to call my friend to come and pick me up, and even to take my hand and help me walk, especially when we came down the stairs, also the title was inspired by some lyrics of the song "Hot" (english version) by Le Sserafim heeehee. The reader's personality it's always inspired by myself and Miyeon from i-dle! (That's why she's so princess-coded).English it's not my first language, so I apologize in advance. !The action happened before Sunday got jailed! I would be thankful if you would correct me for any mistake.

Enjoy <3

"I've actually twisted my ankles ten times so far!" you complained, scrunching your face. "And I know that beauty is pain, buuuut why do they have to cause me sooo much pain when they're soooo pretty?" you teased, your voice going up, as if you were demanding something.

Well, you clearly were.

—

Wearing 10cm stilettos to work—really? How did you come up with such an idea? Anyway, this doesn't matter. What truly matters is how are you going to convince your workaholic boyfriend to pick you up? Well, there's only one way to find out. This phone call.

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You were tapping your feet on the floor, as you waited for your lover's answer. His care for you was truly admirable. Aww, only if he wasn't that busy...

"Would you like—" Sunday began, as the voices of his employees went over his, as they were heard loudly throught the speaker.

Your legs were hurting, as you felt the tension in the muscles building up. Even if you mastered high heels, this time there was no way you could've commanded them. And the tones of other people certainly didn't help you, instead they irritated you.

Due to the annoyance, your body shifted forward, focusing on calling your boyfriend out.

"Sunday." you addressed him in serious tone. "Are you messing with me?!" you continued, rolling your eyes. You knew that he always paid attention when you were speaking, but sometimes he kept mixing two things that barely matched—love and work.

On the other side of the phone, your boyfriend sighed. "I'm not messing with you dear. I would never allow such thing." he answered, with a soft reassuring voice.

One thing is certain—he would definitely not allow that.

You decided to insist—after all, the pain of the heels was an horrible one, feeling your feet being close to vanishing. Even though it's not like it was Sunday's fault—if anything, he was the one who could fix it.

"Do you even know the pain I went through and I'm still going through?" you asked, emphasising the word "you", as you made a puppy face, a gesture that was very usual in your relationship.

The regret in your voice was very noticeable, as Sunday was feeling even more worried for you.

Of course, your goal was not to make your boyfriend feel guilty, it was merely to make him pick you up, needing his emotional and physical support in these moments.

"[Name], I do understand what you're going through." he avowed, running his fingers through his grey hair. Then, he took in a deep breath. "Alright. I'll be there." he promised. "But please, relax until I arrive." he adds, soliciting you to rest.

Without wasting a moment, Sunday gathered the papers into a stack, leaving as quickly as possible towards the office building which you work in. Of course, behind him he left a chaos of people due to his unfinished work.

Minutes passed, as you leaned back in your chair, trying to stretch your legs—which is not the best idea, while you opened your phone, trying to calm down.

Suddenly, from behind, a soft voice murmurs. "[Name], how are you feeling now?" you turned around—it was your boyfriend! His golden eyes couldn't leave you for a second, kneeling near you. His hands quickly found yours, as he took them into his, brushing them softly.

"Sunday." you spoke, as your face lit up, due to the arrival of your love. "Well, physically I'm not better than before, but," you stopped for a moment, admiring your handsome and loyal lover. "Emotionally, I'm feeling very well, since you're with me... now." you added, while the corners of your mouth were going up. Your eyes were glowing, as they were looking into his.

"I'm delighted to hear that, love." a little smile developed on his face, as he got up slowly, signaling you his intentions. Sunday was not the type of man to show physical affection in public, but in this situation, you were more important than his public figure. He approached you, pressing his lips gently onto yours. The kiss was a short, but tender one, as the feelings of both of you were added into it.

Taking your hand into his and grabbing your waist delicately, Sunday helped you to get up from your chair. Oh—and it's not over! Putting his hands behind your back, lifting you up in bridal style, making sure that you don't take any more steps with those heels! You gave him a reassuring smile, whispering a soft 'I love you', as if you thanked him through your look.

By the thought of having Sunday, which was also the leader of the Oak Family and an important figure in Penacony, holding you in his arms, clearly made you feel shy, as you hid your face with your palms, from time to time uncovering your eyes just to watch him.

Arriving home, your boyfriend put you on the sofa slowly, as he removed your problematic heels, offering you your cozy fluffy slippers. After all—he had experience with taking care of his sister, Robin. You put them on, as you thanked him once again for being by your side everytime, giving a soft peck on his lips.

—

You promised not to wear those heels anymore—or at least, not at work! The elegant stilletos certainly didn't have a beneficial effect on your legs—even if they were so pretty, but with the help of your loveable boyfriend, Sunday, who fixed it, everything went back to normal—after all, who else would make his days exciting if not you?

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EYES/BROWS

his eyes widened

her eyes went round

her eyelids drooped

his eyes narrowed

his eyes lit up

his eyes darted

he squinted

she blinked

her eyes twinkled

his eyes gleamed

her eyes sparkled

his eyes flashed

his eyes glinted

his eyes burned with…

her eyes blazed with…

her eyes sparked with…

her eyes flickered with…

_____ glowed in his eyes

the corners of his eyes crinkled

she rolled her eyes

he looked heavenward

she glanced up to the ceiling

she winked

tears filled her eyes

his eyes welled up

her eyes swam with tears

his eyes flooded with tears

her eyes were wet

his eyes glistened

tears shimmered in her eyes

tears shone in his eyes

her eyes were glossy

he was fighting back tears

tears ran down her cheeks

his eyes closed

she squeezed her eyes shut

he shut his eyes

his lashes fluttered

she batted her lashes

his brows knitted

her forehead creased

his forehead furrowed

her forehead puckered

a line appeared between her brows

his brows drew together

her brows snapped together

his eyebrows rose

she raised a brow

he lifted an eyebrow

his eyebrows waggled

she gave him a once-over

he sized her up

her eyes bored into him

she took in the sight of…

he glared

she peered

he gazed

she glanced

he stared

she scrutinized

he studied

she gaped

he observed

she surveyed

he gawked

he leered

his pupils (were) dilated

her pupils were huge

his pupils flared

NOSE

her nose crinkled

his nose wrinkled

she sneered

his nostrils flared

she stuck her nose in the air

he sniffed

she sniffled

MOUTH

she smiled

he smirked

she grinned

he simpered

she beamed

her mouth curved into a smile

the corners of his mouth turned up

the corner of her mouth quirked up

a corner of his mouth lifted

his mouth twitched

he gave a half-smile

she gave a lopsided grin

his mouth twisted

he plastered a smile on his face

she forced a smile

he faked a smile

her smile faded

his smile slipped

he pursed his lips

she pouted

his mouth snapped shut

her mouth set in a hard line

he pressed his lips together

she bit her lip

he drew his lower lip between his teeth

she nibbled on her bottom lip

he chewed on his bottom lip

his jaw set

her jaw clenched

his jaw tightened

a muscle in her jaw twitched

he ground his jaw

he snarled/his lips drew back in a snarl

her mouth fell open

his jaw dropped

her jaw went slack

he gritted his teeth

she gnashed her teeth

her lower lip trembled

his lower lip quivered

SKIN

she paled

he blanched

she went white

the color drained out of his face

his face reddened

her cheeks turned pink

his face flushed

she blushed

he turned red

she turned scarlet

he turned crimson

a flush crept up her face

WHOLE FACE, ETC.

he screwed up his face

she scrunched up her face

he grimaced

she winced

she gave him a dirty look

he frowned

she scowled

he glowered

her whole face lit up

she brightened

his face went blank

her face contorted

his face twisted

her expression closed up

his expression dulled

her expression hardened

she went poker-faced

a vein popped out in his neck

awe transformed his face

fear crossed her face

sadness clouded his features

terror overtook his face

recognition dawned on her face

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

rowdily

rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

depress

delay

tossing

writhing

flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

wiggling

thrashing

struggling

grappling

striving

Arouse -  agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up

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۶ৎ 𝜗ৎ ౨ৎ ୨୧ 𐙚 ིྀི

⋆˚࿔ ♡ ⟡ ݁₊ ˎˊ˗ ❤︎ 𓏵

゛⸝⸝ ⋆ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ✦ ꒰ ꒱ ꩜

𓂃 𓈒𓏸 † ✶ ೃ ✿𓈒ॱ⬭ᩙ ✮⋆˙

★ ♱ ´ཀ` ᯓ 𝄞 🂱 ╰┈➤

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) ‧º ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

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𝟅𝟈𝞋𝞎 𝝑𝝔 𝜗𝜚 𝛝𝛠 ϑϱ ꝯϱ 𝜗𝜚 𝜗𝒞﹒ ˚ ｡ ⠀。 ˳ • ◌ ⬭ ⬬ 〇 𓂂 𓈒 𓎟𓎟 ✚ ✛ ✜ ♰ ♱ † ✞ ✟ ☥ ☨ ⸸ ═╪ ═╬ ━━╋━ ☆ ★ ✰ ✮ ✭ ✬ ✫ ✦ ✧ ⟡ ⊹ 𝅄 ⭒ ♡ ‹𝟹 ❥ ♥︎ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ 𝄞 ﹐ ꜝ ﹫ ⦂ ﹪ ﹔ ︖  𓂃 𓏲 ∿ ⊰ ❛ ❜ ⁘ ❝ ❞ © 𐐪ɞ 𝛏 ／ 𝇂 𐙚 ᶻz 𓈊 ⌓ ⑅ ⏦ ﹏ ✿ ❀ ❁ ✾ ❅ ✐ ⌕  ⸝ 𝇁𝇃 ıllı ﹘ ﹣ =͟͟͞  ⟅ıIIı⟆ “ ” „ ‟ ‘ ’ ‚ ‛ ᴗ ᴖ ⊂ ⊃ ∪ ⋂ ◠◠ ◡◡ ╰ ╮ ╭ ╯ ◞  ◟ ◜ ◝ ︵︵ ﹙ ﹚ ₍ ⁾ ₎ ⠀⌣⌣⠀ ⠀⌢⠀ ︶︶ ᵔ ⏑ ⏖ ˍ ⎯ ‒ ― ─ ─ ━ ┄ ┅ ┈ ┉ ╌ ╍ ➔ ➘ ➙ ➚ ➜ ➝ ➞ ⋆ ✰ ɞ ଘ ﹅ ՙ 𓄼 ｡ ✰ ⿻ ᕱ ⑅ ⌕ ◜ ◝ ◕ ◔ ⨾ ᕬ ꧔ ࿔ ✧ •᷄ࡇ•᷅ ୭✦ ♡ ˒˒ ، ꒦꒷ ᯽ ⋆ ✰ ɞ ଘ ﹅ ՙ 𓄼 ପ ᨳ 𖧧 ᨦ 𓂅 𓄹 ⍝ ﹆ ≀﹟ ‹𝟹 ៸៸ ✿𝆬 ৎ୭ ﹏ ੭ ໒〝 ҂ ִֶָ ꃋᴖꃋ 𖦹 ∞ ᘏ ᨒ 𖥻 ᠈ ꐑꗃᨵ𓈈 ⬫ 𓍯 ⩩ ♡̶！ ʾʾ₍ ᐢ..ᐢ ₎ ՙ ૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა . 𖣯 ⋆ ˖ ࣪ ! 𓈈𓂃⬫ ׂ ׅ 🎂 𓂃 ૮₍ ៸៸ ᵜ ก ₎ა ֶָ ׁ ❁̶ (●´⌓`●) ᘒ ˖˙‹𝟯 ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ ◌ ⊹ 🍸 ◜｡ ࣪ ⁺⋆𖧷 ⊹○ﾟ˖ 𓆦 ₊˚ ※  ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ 𖥦 ⸱៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ 𓂃ˑ ֗ ˖⋆⑅˚₊ 📻 🪰 ִ ۫ ⁎ .  𓏲࣪ ּ  ֗ ִ  ּ ۪  ⊹ 𓄹 ࣪ . ݁ ٬٬ ࣪﹒ʬʬ﹒⪩⪨﹒⟡﹒ᐢ..ᐢ﹒◖﹒⇅﹒○﹒✿﹒⊹﹒∇﹒✸﹒⟢﹒❀﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒♡﹒〇﹒ıllı﹒ᶻz﹒⊂⊃﹒␥﹒⿸﹒ꔠ﹒✶﹒◍﹒▿﹒⤸﹒⬚﹒៶៸﹒△﹒→﹒✶﹒（）﹒▥﹒⋆𐙚 ₊ ° ⊹ ♡ ₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ 𐙚⋆˙˚◞♡ ✮⋆˙ ₊˚⊹♡ : ̗̀➛ ׂׂૢ ╰┈➤ ✎ - ,, -‘๑’- ・❥・ ༊*·˚ ˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ ☄. *. ⋆ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ੈ✩‧₊˚ ✧.* ೃ⁀➷ ⋆·˚ ༘ * ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ·˚ ༘ *ೃ༄ .ೃ࿐ ੈ✩‧₊˚ ⋆.ೃ࿔:･ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ ⍣ ೋ ‗ ❍ ¡! ❞ ﹌﹌﹌ 彡 ▓ ღ ꕥ ‿‿‿‿ *+:｡.｡ •·.·''·.·• ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ * ˚ ✦ ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- . . . . . ╰──╮ ╭──╯ . . . . . ↳ ❝ [] ¡! ❞ - ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ ✧˚ · . ˚ · . ༉‧₊˚. '•.¸♡ ♡¸.•' +:ꔫ:﹤ ﹥:ꔫ:+ﾟ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ ୨୧ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ࿐ྂ ≡;- ꒰ ° ꒱ ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫⎙ ⩇ ⩉ ꐑ 𖣯 ⌕ ᨒ ᯤ ᯅ 𖤘 � 𖥦 ⏃ % 𓍯 𔗫 𔖲 𓂃 ﹆ ﹅ 𓄼 𓄹 ᭣ ꧞ 𓏲 𓂅 ꣼ ࿓ ࿔ ༄ ⌗ 𓈒 ⊹ 𖥔 ᨵ ꑘ ᜊ ᦒ ଘ ◖ ◗𖠗 ꗃ ٩ ะ ≛ ߸ 𖡡 𝆺𝅥 ꩜ 𖣠 𖦹 ❤︎ ♥︎ 𔘓⁩ ♡ ᥫ᭡ ✶ 𖤐 ★ 𒀭 𑁍 ꕤ ❑ ❒ !i！？!!﹗⦂ 𓈃 𓄲 𓄴 𓈀 𓊔 ❝ ❞ ❛❜ ୨୧ ‣ › ⌫ ✧ ✦⭒ ✓ ✘ 𓈈 ᚙ ⩨ ▚ ₆⁶₆ ஃ ⿴ ⿻ ꭑ ᧑ 𐐫 𝗈︩︪ ꒰ ꒱ ʚ ɞ “” ⌨︎ ⚠︎ ꒰꒱ ☻ ✰ ❏ ˖* ೃ࿔ 𓆉◡̈ ꒦꒷ ✎ ᝰ ✿ ⚡︎ ☁︎ ⋆ ⋆⑅˚₊ ♡̆̈ 𓍲 𓍱 ꪔ̤̥ 𓍯 ꊞ 𓂃 ꕀ ﹆ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ⤾ ・°☆ ✎ ̼ ◡̈ ⑅ ♡̷ 𖦹 ･͛♡̷̷̷･͛ ᐧ༚̮ᐧ =͟͟͞♡ εїз ᙏ̤̫ ˳✧༚ /✿ ˙ᘧ ͜ ˙ ♡ ⊸ ꒰ ❛ ❜ ꒱ ‎♡⃕ ◡̈ ˚◞♡ ⃗ ʬʬʬ ༊·˚ ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖° ꪔ̤̥ ˙ ͜ʟ˙ ‎♡‧₊˚ ◡̎ ♡̷ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ 𓆸 ꔛ *﹆ =͟͟͞ ♡̩͙ ꙳ ⋆ ⸝⸝ യ *◞ ♡･ ͜ʖ ･ . ˚◞♡ ෆ ･῾ ᵎ ⌇ ⁺◦ *´ސު｀ ‎ ༘⋆ ꙳ ꕀ ꒰ 𖧧 ·͜·♡ ꒱ ღ ⋆ ꕤ ♡ ⊹ ★꒷ ᵎᵎ ₊ ⨾ ⋆ ʚ ɞ ✦ ♥︎ ∞ 𑁍 𓍯　　⸝⸝⸝　　𓅿　　𖠋　　𓍲 𓍱　　𖥧 𖧧 ˒˒ 𖤣𖤥𖠿𖤣𖤥　　𓇥 　֒　　☄︎　　𓆱　　𓂃𓊝𓄹𓄺 ‎　𓌉◯𓇋　　𓎩 ⸝⸝　　𓌈˒˒　　⍤　　𓆸 𓊆 𓊇　　꒰ ꒱　　˗ˏˋ ˎˊ˗　　⌇　　ꪔ̤̮　　ꪔ̤̥ • + . ˙ ✦ ♡ㅤ°. • °. ✿ * · ✮ . • • ⊹ . ✧ ⊹　 ˚ 　 * · 　 ✮ . .　 ★ ·　 ⊹　 + * 　 ⊹ 　 °. * ✧ .𓈀 𖦥 ﹅ ンㅤꞋꞌꞋꞌ ㅤィ % 𓂃 ㇁ ◒ ！ ンㅤ╮ ⟆ ﹏ ！ 𓂃𓈒 ﹑ ζ ㅤ﹏ ⨾ㅤ 𓈈ㅤ❨ ᨓ ⎓ ° ？ 𓈒ㅤ▱ 𓂅 𓂃 ⨾ ᘒ ◟ ζ 𓍢 ◖ ᨓ ♡ ■ ꫂ ২ ζ १ 𖥧 𓂃 ♥︎ ᨒ ୫ ૪ ໒ 𐂴 ৎ ຊ ∿ ꔵ ຯ ໒ ೨ 𖧧 Ꮺ 𖧷 𓏲 𖥨 𖦹 ๑ ໑ ࿔ ७ ५ ୭ ᠀ 𑁯 ੭ ⩩﹒ʬʬ﹒⪩⪨﹒⟡﹒ᐢ..ᐢ﹒◖﹒⇅﹒○﹒✿﹒⊹﹒∇﹒✸﹒⟢﹒❀﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒♡﹒〇﹒ıllı﹒ᶻz﹒⊂⊃﹒␥﹒⿸﹒ꔠ﹒✶﹒◍﹒▿﹒⤸﹒⬚﹒៶៸﹒△﹒→﹒✶﹒（）﹒▥﹒▤﹒▦﹒▧﹒▨﹒▩﹒░﹒▒﹒▓﹒⿴﹒◫﹒⬚﹒▣﹒≧≦﹒ㄑ﹒⎙﹒➜﹒★﹒⨳﹒✿﹒❀﹒✶﹒✸﹕☆﹒◐﹒◉ ﹒◖◗﹒▽﹒ᶻz﹒‹𝟹﹒♡﹒ᐢ..ᐢ﹒﹫﹒⿴﹒→﹒☓﹕ᵔᴗᵔ﹒⺌﹒⪩⪨﹒◎﹒⊹﹒ᶻ﹕→ ．(＞。☆)﹔⇆﹒ꜛ﹒░﹒❥﹒？﹒！﹒◍﹒﹏﹒✦﹒⟡﹒＞＜﹒◌﹒⿴﹒✧﹒𖥔﹒%﹒﹙﹚﹒◜◡◝﹒ꜝꜝ﹒⟡﹒⪩⪨﹒☓﹒⬦﹒✦﹒◈﹒✶﹒⬙﹒⟡﹒⇆﹒♡﹒﹢﹒ᶻ﹒✹﹒﹢﹒✶﹑〇﹐罒﹢♡﹒⇆﹑⬚﹐ᶻ﹒❀﹐✶﹒▹﹒◖﹒✩﹒∇﹒▨﹐◌﹐❀﹒⿴﹒✿﹢﹐░﹒ᶻz﹐☆﹒⊂⊃﹑ⵌ﹒▦﹒✿﹒⺌﹒◂﹒⿴﹒❰❰﹒♡﹒ᶻz﹒❥﹒⩇﹒⊞﹐ʬʬ﹒♢﹐ᐢ..ᐢ﹐✩﹒ᶻz﹒❥﹒⟡﹒✷﹒✕﹐〇﹐✿﹒Ꜣ﹒⟡﹒˃̵ᴗ˂̵﹒♡﹐≋﹒⊂⊃﹒ᐢᗜᐢ﹒❀﹒﹢﹒⇵﹒⪨﹕↺﹐✿﹒Ꜣ﹒✶﹐≋﹒⇆﹐ʬʬ﹒﹗﹐➜﹒⬦﹕ᶻz﹒✦﹒﹢﹒▢﹒░﹒⭔﹒ʬʬ﹒✿﹒☰﹐◖◗﹒？﹒✶﹒﹏﹒ꕀ﹑ᵔᴗᵔ﹒ᗢ﹒✿﹐⊂⊃﹒ᐢᗜᐢ﹒ꕀ﹐リ﹐口﹐ꕀ﹒（｀δ´）﹒口，✿﹐⊂⊃﹒ᐢᗜᐢ﹒░﹒𖦹﹐゛✿﹑（｀δ´）﹒イ。ꕀ﹑リ﹐⊂⊃﹒ꔠ﹒口﹐･ᴗ･﹒░﹑リ﹒◐﹐、﹕✧﹒✶﹔？﹐ʬʬ﹒▹﹒❀﹒⭔﹒▿﹒⺡﹒✿﹒﹢﹒░﹑⬦﹒૪ ﹒〹﹒罒﹒ᶻz﹒◎﹐ꕀ﹒◖◗﹒⺌﹒〣﹒ᗢ﹒⺌﹒⿸﹑ꔠ﹒❀﹒➜﹒▦﹒◐﹒✷﹒◉﹒⿴﹒⿻﹒✦﹒★﹒☆﹒ıllı﹢☆﹒❀﹕▧﹒⟡﹒★﹕ıllı﹒▒﹒◎﹐☆﹒ꕀ﹐➜﹒⪩﹒〇﹐➜﹒★﹕◐﹒％﹕▧﹒⊂⊃﹒♡﹒ꕀ﹒ᶻz﹒₊ˎ✧﹒⪩﹒˃ᴗ˂﹕˃ᗜ˂﹕⿴﹒ᶻz﹒☆﹔⿴﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒➜﹒⭔﹕⪩⪨﹢◒﹒◎﹒✿﹒⊂⊃﹔♡﹒◍﹒✦﹒⪩⪨﹒▧﹒⟡﹕➜﹐▦﹐✦﹒✶﹐﹢﹒ㄑ﹕ꕀ﹒＞＜﹐ꔠ﹐✿﹐×﹐丶﹐＞︿﹒リ﹕﹢﹐﹔★﹒ᶻz﹒⿴﹒⭔﹒✿﹒⊹﹒⭔﹒⨯﹒➜﹒★﹒◞﹒◟◝﹒◜﹒﹪﹒→﹐ıllı﹒★﹒✦﹒⌕﹒⌗﹒✿﹒⊹﹒✸﹒❍﹒⭓﹒◒﹒﹏﹒₊﹒▹﹒ᶻz﹒％﹒◖﹒░﹒ʬʬ﹒⿴﹒⫘﹒◎﹒⨳﹒⌕﹕★﹒☆﹒⌗﹐﹪﹐⌯﹐﹟﹐◐﹒▒﹒◎﹒⇆﹒☆﹒❀﹒☆﹒ıllı﹒↺﹒◍﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒░﹒⇵﹒▧﹒◍﹒♡﹕❀﹑⿸﹕▞﹒✿﹒╰﹒░﹐◎﹒♡﹒◜ᴗ◝﹒˃ᴗ˂ ♡﹐﹅﹒✿﹒⊞﹒ıllı﹒♡﹒⊞﹕▞﹒✿﹒❀﹒⌕﹒⿸﹒✶﹒❀﹒✷﹒✸﹒▒﹒ᶻz﹒✿﹐♡﹐❀﹒░﹒⇵﹒▨﹕◍﹒♡﹒⌕﹒˃̵ᴗ˂̵﹑♡﹒✿﹒◍﹒⊞﹒∇﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒◎﹒⇆﹒☆﹒@﹒˘ᗜ˘﹒☆﹔⿴﹒⪩﹐ᶻz﹒➜﹒⪩﹔◖﹐❀﹕⿸﹔﹢﹑ᐢᗜᐢ﹒⊂⊃﹑✿﹒◎﹒イ﹐ꕀ﹒˃̵ᴗ˂̵﹒✶﹒ꕀ﹒▦﹐⊂⊃﹒⇆﹒☆﹒⬚﹒❀﹕➜﹒⪩﹒ᗢ﹒◍﹒⊞﹒∇﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒◎﹒ᶻz﹒⪨﹒✶﹑✹﹒⪩。ꕀ﹒✿﹒リ﹒⊞﹒⟡﹒⿴﹒☓﹐⊂⊃﹒➜﹒⟡﹒⪩⪨﹒･ᴗ･﹒ꕀ﹒ᶻz﹒✿﹒◎﹒☓﹒☆﹔リ﹒˃̵ᴗ˂̵﹒✶﹑ꕀ﹒▦﹒リ﹐⇆﹒☆﹒⬚﹒❀﹕➜﹒⪩﹒〇﹒◍﹒⊞﹒∇﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒◎﹒ᶻz﹒⪨﹒✶﹑✹﹒⪩﹒ꕀ﹒✿﹔➜﹐﹏﹐★☆﹒┆︎﹒⩇﹒✿﹔✸﹕♡﹐◌﹒❥﹐％﹑〹．ʬʬ﹕੭﹐♢﹒口﹒⇣⇡﹒☆﹔⌗﹒⪩﹐ᶻ﹒➜﹒⪩﹔◖﹐❀﹕⿸﹑ᐢᗜᐢ﹒⊂⊃﹑✿﹒！﹒◎﹒リ﹐ꔠ﹐✿﹑∇﹒イ﹐ꕀ﹒˃̵ᴗ˂̵﹒✶﹑﹒ꕀ﹒▦﹒⊂⊃﹒⇆﹒☆﹒⬚﹒❀﹕➜﹒⪩﹒⩇﹕✿﹒ʬʬ﹕口﹐〇﹒◍﹒⊞﹒∇﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒◎﹒ᶻz﹒⪨﹒✶﹑✹﹒⪩﹐ꕀ﹒✿﹒⊞﹒⟡﹒⿸﹑␥﹒♡﹕リ﹒☓﹐⊂⊃﹒➜﹒⟡﹒⪩⪨﹒･ᴗ･﹒ꕀ﹒ᶻz﹒✿﹒☓﹒✩﹒⊞﹕❀﹑◌﹒⊞﹒✸﹕⌗﹕★﹒ᶻz﹒✦﹒★☆﹒ıllı﹢☆﹕❀﹒▧﹒⟡﹒★﹕ıllı﹐▒﹒◎﹐☆﹒ꕀ﹔➜﹒⪩﹒〇﹐➜﹒★﹕◐﹒％﹐⊂⊃﹒♡﹒ꕀ﹒ᶻz﹒✧﹒˃̵ᴗ˂̵﹕˃ᗜ˂﹒ꕀ﹒ᶻz﹒☆﹔⿴﹒✶﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒➜﹒⭔﹕⪩⪨﹐﹢﹐◒﹒⊂⊃﹔♡﹒◍﹒✦﹒⪩⪨﹒▧﹒⟡﹕➜﹐▦﹒✦﹒✶﹐ㄑ﹕ꕀ﹒＞＜﹐ꔠ﹑ꕤ﹒░﹒◖﹒⟡﹒❀﹒→﹒⿴﹒⿻﹒⊞﹒♡﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒︴﹒✶﹒⭔﹐𓆩♡𓆪﹒リ﹒Ꮺ﹒キ﹒ꗃ﹒⿶﹒⌓﹒〹﹒⧅﹒◆﹒▽﹒ᐢ..ᐢ﹒⬙﹒⎙﹒◈﹒▣﹒ᶻz﹒⟢﹒ʬʬ﹒⊹﹒✷﹒◉﹒⿸﹒✶﹒❀﹒✷﹒⿻﹒⌇﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒◍﹒▿﹒⤸﹒○﹒░﹒⇵﹒☆﹒@﹒˘ᗜ˘﹒⬚﹒✸﹒▧﹒◎﹒♡﹒◜ᴗ◝﹒✸﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒✿﹑⟡﹒❀﹒★﹒➔﹒％﹒ᗜ﹔﹒⌗﹒﹪﹒﹒⟢﹒ᵔᴗᵔ﹒✮﹒^..^﹒✵﹒⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹ ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ✩ ✼　｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡ㅤ→ ༄ ‧₊˚ 「 」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ˀˀ ♡⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ⌦ ✗ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ↳ ❝ ❞ ➤ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧ ୧ ⋅┊ೃ ╰► ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ☆ ﹒︵ ﹕𖹭 ࣪ 𓈒 ⊹🎧₊ ◌ ۪ ࣪₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎˚୨୧ 𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆝⋆.˚ 𓇼 𓍯　　⸝⸝⸝　　𓅿　　𖠋　　𓍲 𓍱　　𖥧 𖧧 ˒˒ 𖤣𖤥𖠿𖤣𖤥　　𓇥 　֒　　☄︎　　𓆱　　𓂃𓊝𓄹𓄺 ‎　𓌉◯𓇋　

﹙𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐘 𖹭᪲﹚

꒰͡ ͜ ı ͜ ͡꒱   ۶♡ৎ 𒈔 ஓ๑♡๑ஓ  

Ⳋ᧙    ⊹       ᧔o᧓ ྀི✿ ꣑    ྀི𖣁𓈒  

𐑺 𖹭᪲ ੭   𝅄   𝆬 ࿙ྀི⃜࿚⃜ 𔓐𑇓 ⁂𓊇͏ 

𝜗𝜚ྀི   𖹭᪲  𓈒     ྀི ꒰͡⠀𐙚⠀͡꒱  ༘   𓋜‎ 

⠀ ꫶ࣺ᭮᭰     °ཐི♡̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ཋྀ°  ‹𝟹  𝜗❀᧓  ۟  𝅄 

𐐂𐐚 ્᭄ ˖ ॱ ཆི❤︎ཆྀ ✿‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥

　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　  　 　 create ur own kaomoji w/ me !!

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eyes

ˊ ˋ　 ◞ ◟　  .ܸ .ܸ　 • •　  › ‹　 o̴̶̷᷄ o̴̶̷̥᷅　  ≧ ≦

ˇ ˇ　 ◜◝　   ◡◡⁠　 •̀ •́　 ^^　 ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀　  ꈍ ꈍ

⏑ ⏑　 ◝ ◜　 _ ̫ _　 •́ •̀　 ⊳⊲　 o̴̶̷̤ o̴̶̷̤　  ˃̶̤́ ˂̶̤̀

´ ｀ 　 -᷅ -᷄　  .⁠ .⁠　  ߹ ߹　 ՞ ՞⁠　 ಠ ಠ　 ᴗ͈ ᴗ͈

mouths

ᵕ　 ⤙　 ᴖ　 Ⱉ　  △　 ࿁　 ꕀ　  ‸

༝　 ‿　 ⌓　 ⩊　   ⌑　  ｡　 ㅁ　 ⇀

̫　 ֊　  ᎔　  ᗜ　  Д⁠　  ³　 ᯅ　  ˬ　 　 　 　 　 

noses

˶　 ᵜ　 ᆺ　 ˕　 ܫ

˔　 ᴥ　 ɷ　  ̷　 ꀾ　 

ears

ᐢ ᐢ　  ᕱ ᕱ　 ᕬ ᕬ　 ᙏ　  ᵔ ᵔ　 ᐡ ᐡ　 

∩∩　 ꪒ ꪒ　 ՞ ՞　 ⍝ ⍝　 ᥥ ᥥ　 ᘏᘏ

hands / arms

ก ก　 ٩ ۶　 ⊃⊂　 ᑌ ᑌ　 ദ്ദി　  ა૮

ฅ ฅ　 ੭ ᐣ  っ ς　 ੭ ੭　 ੭っ　 ∩ ∩

brackets

𝇋 𝇌　 ૮ ა　 ૮₍ ₎ა　  ( ິ )ິ　 ໒꒰ྀི ྀི꒱७  ૮ ོ ོ𑁬

₍ ₎　 ꒰ ꒱ྀི　 ૮꒰ ꒱ა　 ᧔ ᧓　 ᧔ྀི ᧓ྀི　 ʕ ྀི ྀིʔ

꒰ ꒱　 ଘ꒰ ꒱　 ꒰ ੭ ꒱ ᐣ　 𓊆 𓊇　 ᑦ꒰ྀིྀི ྀྀི꒱ᐣ 　 ૮꒰ྀི ꒱ྀིა