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masatos-wig · 1 month
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big (smol) things happening guys >:)
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xekutozoren · 3 months
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Terraqua GSC/Ob11 Dolls 💙🧡
The Terra hair piece I ordered has finally arrived. I put him in a matching couple outfit with lil Aqua even though it's not something he'd usually wear hehe (Sacrifice for your waifu for once, bro)
Hair is made by the amazing Wang from TopClayArts on Etsy!
This is definitely my favourite faceplate for Aqua that I've gotten so far. Ish sooooo cute. (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ
Wish there was an option for a slightly more accurate skin tone for Terra but there isn't, really. The shade below this is a bit too dark.
A breather from all the Sephqua/Aquaroth content I've been sharing (。•̀ᴗ-)✧
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Now the Wayfinder Trio dolls are complete~
Hope you guys like it! They'll be happily living with me, away from big sads and dumb dumbs like evil!Xehanort ⊂( ̄▽ ̄)⊃
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sunsetno4 · 2 months
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Argent is finally back together! TTuTT <3 It wasn't that long, but I have missed having her to hang about a bunch over the last week. And now I can finally make her some cute dungarees~~
And for the curious: Lady Argent is modded Unoa Lusis on a LoganDolls body, dyed and painted silver~~
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starii-lins · 6 months
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pov me and my gfs ocs
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musicismymoirail · 5 months
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Today’s been a fun day! This silly Sherpa fabric has been calling me at work. I knew the print was too big but I Needed to make Vendetta a coat with it, needed! And it came out so cute?! I love it, and Ven absolutely wore it to the Hollow Ground meeting, 100%! ✨
I also started Argent’s shark onesie finally. :D It still needs its eyes and teeth and back fin but look how cute it is so far! I’m so happy! ❤️
Lady Argent is from Fallen Hero (go play it, it's so much fun) and Vendetta too. Ne is my Sidestep. c:
Vendetta is also a Lillycat Charly and Lady Argent is a modded Unoa Lusis on a LoganDolls body.
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wizardhecker · 2 years
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We can go smaller... Soon I will draw a Ven that is only visible by microscope
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regallibellbright · 1 year
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About eight rounds in on Roxas’s hair and
1) This yarn looks SO GOOD,
2) It is VERY FINE to the point where I’m considering making the Wayfinders slightly smaller dolls by yarn weight so I don’t need to add as many extra rounds when it’s Ven’s turn (I already have a skin tone option at the weight I’ll need, anyway, and as the particular beige I used for the current dolls appears to be discontinued, I’ll need to switch regardless once I run out of this stuff.)
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iamfanfan · 3 months
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@pink_ven_tw
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lanternlightss · 3 months
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having brainrot over both cy and venti and it has lead me to a thought that venti would absolutely despise cy and his ideals, and would probably obliterate him on the spot after ten minutes in his presence 😭
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bowbangsera · 10 months
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me and all my best friends!
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honey-on-your-tongue · 9 months
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Miguel O'Hara manhandling you,
grabbing you by the hips, tossing you onto the bed or the couch or whichever piece of furniture is closest.
The moment you get to his place, he's just on you, his touch everywhere, enormous hands lifting you up effortlessly.
“Ven acá,” come here, he murmurs, his mouth hungry for yours, his every kiss sloppy as he takes over your mind and your body.
You're a toy to him, a little doll he can dress up and dress down, move however he wants, play with to his heat's content.
While he fucks you, he just tosses you around, puts you into whichever position he wants you in without a drop of effort. He grabs you and flips you upside down, placing you on all fours. He spreads your legs with his huge hands, pushing your thighs apart. He arches your back, one of his hands forcing your chest against the mattress while the other one angles your hips. And then he's ramming into you again.
“There you go, muñequita, just let me do the work,” he groans, watching as his cock slides in and out, your slick dripping onto him.
He loves how you're putty in his hands, so soft, so easy for him to use as he pleases. You become a pretty little rag doll, all obedient and pliable the second he kisses you or touches you.
Let's not even mention when he actually fucks you. You might as well exist just for his pleasure. There's nothing you won't do for him, not a single thing you'd deny him. And he knows it. He never takes advantage of that, but the fact turns him on.
You're his pretty little toy, his muñequita, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
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therealbatgirlishere · 6 months
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Trips in. (Tripin.) p1!
First fic! Kindness or constructive criticism is allowed. No req 🫶🏽
miles morales e-42 aged up! X bb mama reader aged up! miles age: 23 readers age: 22
context: you and Miles had broken up, due to a bad fight (petty argument) with a bad outcome, but anyways It’s been months and you’ve both pretty much moved on…right? Well, after you had finished getting dolled up to have a fun night with you and your girls, you had to drop your son off.. as you were planning to leave you might have been a bit.. interrupted?
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You were chilling, just having finished your makeup and hair, you were going out with your girlfriends so you wanted to look nice as usual. Miles was comin in to take you n his kid,  sure. It’s a bit awks having to still communicate with the baby daddy after you both broke up but hey, at least your boy got a dad in his life. You were packing your sons things, placing clothes in his little bag, spare shoes a toothbrush and more, including a small treat for the road (a twix or stm Wtv u want.) after you had finished, you called your boy over. 
“Zion! ven aquí!” You shouted from upstairs, seconds later you heard the pitter patter of tiny feet coming up the stairs, your child then poking his head out of the door. 
“Mama?” Zion asked, in his cute lil voice you could see his little brown fro poking out as well as his eyes. You smiled, “Zion, you ready to see your papa?” You questioned, lips curling upwards. Zion gave a small nod. Cute. Your 4 year old son waddled his way over to you and gave you a hug, small arms wrapping around your knees and face dig into your legs. You patted your sons head.
 “Alright, I’ll put your bag on so you’re all ready.” You then picked up your son and settled him down on his comfy race car bed. He looked up at you, when you really looked at him, you could see miles, a resemblance between him and you in there…what were you just thinking? No. Stop thinking about that man. Focus. you were halfway through putting on his bag.
Knock knock knock
The sound echoed through the house, you had a feeling it was him, who am I kidding it was him. But, you had to make sure. 
“Zion,  stay here okay? I’ll call you down if papas here.” You said, holding his shoulders and being eye to eye with him before pecking his forehead quick and softly, then making your way downstairs and to the door, you were calm. Why wouldn’t you be? Face blank as you headed to the door.
Click.. creeeakkk
You opened the door, and there he was the 6’3 tall dark skinned male, mini Two-Strand twists,   the same blank expression as always. Wearing a white coloured wife beaters n a black zip up jacket with loose fit jeans, a silver chain and ring on his finger. 
(If ur wondering why he looks different it’s because he’s aged up, so ofc he would get taller and want to switch his hairstyle up etc. dw tho you can still imagine him looking the same ig.)
“…” he stared down at you,  hands in his pockets a lacklustre expression on his face as he then looks behind you. Searching for his son.
Where’s Zion at?” He asks, raising an eyebrow as he looks behind you still. Wow. Rude much? 
The man can’t even be bothered to say hi to the mother of his child.
“Well, Hi to you too. Miles.” You reply, giving him a sarcastic smile before rolling your eyes and turning your head back towards the house.
 “Zion! Your dads here!” You called him over, your son then poked his head out, a grin from ear to ear appeared as he then let out a small giggle. He then ran down the stairs, loud thumping being heard as he made his way down. 
“Ay.” You sucked your teeth in slight annoyance when you saw him running to fast down the stairs, almost tripping but saving himself. 
“Hijo, don’t run down the stairs you’ll fall.” You scolded him, putting a hand on his shoulder as he went to go hug your knees again, nodding a bit then looked up at his dad. 
“He’s jus a kid Chica.” Miles said, looking at you. What an ass. He still had that deadpan expression going on. You shook your head slightly and scowled.
“Just looking out for my son.” You replied, scowling removed as you looked back at him, crossing your arms. Jeez, did he have to be this annoying? You questioned in your head.
“You mean our, son.” He responded, then stared slightly more closely to your face, his eyebrows then knit together. “You wearin makeup? And what’s up with yo fit and hair?” He asked, staring you up and down as he pointed. Does he have to know every single little thing about you? 
This is p1 cause I can’t be bothered writing the rest 😜
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strayheartless · 7 months
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People absolutely underestimate Rikus potential cryptid energy. We are talking like big “moth man” vibes.
Like he’s my boy, but I’m imagining nights where someone -we will say Aqua- hears noise from the kitchen in the land of departure. when she swings the door open all she sees is these two eyes that catch the light from the hallway.
Aqua yells and turns on the light, keyblade at the ready… only to find Riku standing with a yogurt pot in one hand and a spoon in his mouth.
And Riku’s just like “evening,”.
OR
times when Terra will be looking for him for literal hours only for him to fold out of a dark corner in the rafters like a paper doll. And Terra doesn’t know whether to terrified or impressed.
OR
times when Riku’s dream eater form is triggered (I love that particular fanon) and he’s crawling around and hanging off of ceilings and Roxas and Ven are doubly like “NOT TODAY SATAN”
It would be worse when Sora’s Anti form gets triggered at the same time because then you have one crawling around on the ceiling like some bram stokers nightmare fuel, and the other one crab scuttling across the floor like Gollum on darkness filled steroids. Kairi personally believes she needs a raise. Mostly because she now carries around a spray bottle to stop them from chewing on drapes.
Biggest nightmare fuel moment:
Riku’s dream eater form
Sora’s anti form
And Vanitas (just him in general)
Just coming together for one beautiful awful storm of cryptid behaviour while on mission in beasts castle.
Ven, Kairi and Xion trailing behind their path of destruction, apologising to Belle and Beast for the furniture they chew.
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jayden-killer · 10 months
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YOU LOOK LONELY.. I CAN FIX THAT. (Miguel O'Hara AU!)
summary: Year 2099 and a new A.I. had been lanuched. He is called "Miguel" and he's here to comfort you in your most hard times. But, little you know, he's more than a A.I.
paring: Miguel O'Hara x F! Reader.
A/N: woah there, Detroit: Become Human and Blade Runner combined togheter? Why not, hehehe.
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WHAT'S IT LIKE TO HOLD THE HAND TO SOMEONE? INTERLINKED.
DID THEY TEACH YOU HOW TO FEEL FINGER TO FINGER? INTERLINKED.
DO YOU DREAM ABOUT BEING INTERLINKED?
INTERLINKED.
Year 2099. Bright neon leons illuminated the streets, high skyscrapers were imposing themselves, showing on their huge advertising screens and weather forecast. It was night, and the air smelled of smog. She always believed that all those air purifiers wouldn't be very effective. But now it didn’t matter, because among the crowd of people in the street she walked with her head down, tired eyes that seemed off. Next to her, dozens, no, many more people, ready to start their weekend. They planned to go to nightclubs, drink, have sex, or do something she didn't care about. She heard their laughter in the background, and he could clearly see some guys pushing each other, laughing, and joking in the corner of his eye. She didn’t care. She just wanted to get to her house. Then she gave himself a push and marched more quickly, because she could no longer. She wished to put an end to the terrible sadness in her heart.
"I'm home".
The moment she walked across the threshold of her house the lights went on, lighting up the living room and kitchen. She breathed deeply and threw out the excess oxygen accumulated, also expelling the tension she had accumulated in the day. She looked around, and calmly placed the bag on her raw coffee table until she heard some sweets in the house, yet heavy steps. Her eyebrows leapt up and a smile, a soft smile, fell on her face.
"Miguel," said his name softly. "You’re here."
"I am always here, dear. Ven aquì". The man smiled back and extended his arms in her direction. She didn’t waste any time holding him to herself. Miguel tilted his head to the side and a confused expression landed on his face. " I can feel your heartbeat, and your blood pressure is 61 mmHg. What’s going on, dear?" Miguel’s arms touched her gently, almost as if she were a fragile doll, caressing her hips. Her eyes shone.
"I just missed you, my love" she answered quietly, never stopping looking into his reddish, brown eyes. "That's all".
"I want to help you, mi sol, how can I?"
Miguel blinked, genuinely worried about his partner’s health. He gave her a rough hand in her soft hair and continued to caress her. She stared at him with those eyes that showed true love, felt, and felt good because now it was just her and her Miguel. It was just the two of them in his house while the world was doing who knows what beyond those walls. He sighed, and nodded, answering Miguel’s question. "Oh, no, I’m fine. I just missed you so much".
"I’m here, mi flor, I’m here," he repeated once again, bringing his body to him, a hug that Miguel really felt. His heart pompo more, feeling so close to him the person who had immediately shown him kindness, sweetness. The warmth that emanated from his loved one was comfortable. It was all true for him.
"Do you want to watch a movie? In exactly eight minutes, they’re gonna broadcast the "Bicentennial Man". It’s your favorite movie, right?" Miguel smiled at her, grabbing her hand and gently sitting her down on the sofa. She did not take her eyes off him for a moment: his tall, imposing figure, with large shoulders and trained arms, but she only saw a sweet man who needed great affection. He was perfect in every way.
"Of course I do, but only if you will be next to me to pamper me".
"Absolutely". Miguel landed lightly on the sofa and took a breath. With a gesture of the hand, the television went on, and the channel was rolled into the desired one with a single finger move. The girl got much closer to the man, cuddling up to him, resting her temple on his huge muscular arm. Miguel spent no time surrounding his beloved with that arm, bringing her closer to him. The two remained there, enjoying their presence, occasionally discussing the development of the film, a film that she had reviewed over and over again.
It was now night, the hologram of the clock marked 12.12 am. Miguel’s eyes fell on the figure of his beloved then sleeping companion. He calculated his breath and his heartbeats, and everything seemed normal to him. He was just resting quietly. He understood that his day had been intense, without her telling him, but he didn’t want to hurt her. Because over time he had learned to respect the needs of humans. He had become accustomed to their habits, or rather, to the habits of the one who had welcomed him to his house, without treating him as a slave, without showing racism towards him, just because he was a robot. Yet, he felt real every time he touched himself in the face, fingering his facial features. Every morning it was the same. Her arms picked her up, taking care not to wake her. She looked like an angel, he thought, admiring her as if she really was. How could human beings be such beautiful creatures, so deadly?
"Door, please," he muttered. The door to his room opened like a curtain, closing behind him. She walked calmly to her bed, then rested it on the warm mattress she had heated for her. He pulled the blanket up, and he watched her sleep for a few more minutes. She couldn’t believe it, she was the most beautiful creature he’d seen.
"Rest, my love. I’ll be here with you tomorrow too," he smiled, laying a subtle, soft kiss on her lips. His artificial heart blew, even more, even more the liquid that was contained in his circuits. He lowered the shutters and warmed the home environment a little more. Leaving the room, Miguel headed for his post, where he would recharge for the following day.
"Model 70868". This was what was written horizontally on his desk. He was not comfortable with it. He didn’t feel like a simple robot, something built to serve mankind and satisfy it fully. He didn’t feel like a machine.
"I want to be human".
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Hey so i have been watching way of the house husband lately so can i ask for some girls with a house husband s/o thanks anyway love too read your stuff
(Genshin Impact/GFL) Sara, Eula, Rosaria, Springfield, AK-15, RO635, and UMP9 with a House Husband S/O
I feel the masculine urge to love and adore my wife. "Today's the day...we got to take your balls away."
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Sara honestly doesn't know how to react to her S/O lovingly taking care of things back at home.
She's used to servants and whatnot doing so, but not her own lover.
It made her feel...weird.
(S/O) "Hey, welcome home, Sara! Dinner's about to be ready!"
(Sara) "...T-Thank you."
Sara never fails to be flustered seeing such basic acts of kindness. It made her feel like a normal person rather than a military general.
But she did not hate it, not by a longshot.
She also makes sure to not let any word of her home life. Sure there were security reasons but honestly? It'd just make her feel embarassed.
Here stood Inazuma's general, the Raiden Shogun's second in command, getting all blushy because her S/O made her a cute dinner.
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Eula is also in the camp of "not used to being treated with love."
Again, she was used to servants doing these sorts of menial tasks, but S/O did not seem to mind.
It wasn't entirely strange, since gender roles for these kinds of things was quite the old way of thinking, even for the Lawrence clan.
But it weirded her out more because she just wasn't used to having meals made for her, or any type of thing done for her.
(Eula) "Dinner is great tonight, thank you S/O. Remind me to cook for you as well, lest I have my ven...-"
She gives up halfway, seeing S/O's confused expression.
(Eula) "N-Nevermind. Thank you."
She doesn't mention this to others mostly for her pride.
But it was also she wanted this part of S/O to herself.
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(Rosaria) "Thanks."
Rosaria had not felt this type of love in a very long time.
She knew for a fact she would never be used to S/O being at home for her.
But she was grateful. S/O was always there at night to provide her a meal and bandaging for her wounds.
They were concerned of course, but she wasn't bombarded by questions of what she was doing or why she was injured.
It was less being submissive and more S/O trusting her. And that meant more than any meal cooked to Rosaria.
The least she could do is return that trust, even if it made her feel anxious.
She still encourages S/O to get out and do some of their own hobbies as well. The last thing she wants to do is confine them. This is the city of freedom after all.
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POWER COUPLE
Admittedly, Springfield is a stay-at-home kind of wife herself, so her and S/O get along swimmingly!
The two work with the other T-Dolls at the cafe and are jokingly teased about being an old couple already with the way they act.
The two are always seen together smiling, their homely natures working to great effect at making others relax in their presence.
(Springfield) "Hm, am I cooking dinner tonight S/O, or are you?"
It's a constant battle at home of who will spoil the other, and the two unfortunately do not care about their PDA antics, meaning other T-Dolls and humans will have to suffer in their lovey-dovey presence.
May god (or the Omnissiah) have mercy on anyone in their vicinity, because Springfield and S/O certainly won't.
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15 stopped asking S/O why they did the things they did a long time ago.
She did not need to eat, the Dorms were usually pretty clean, and she truly had no preference for a bath, considering T-Dolls were not made for water.
Yet S/O offered it anyways. It was clear they were being polite, and it was appreciated.
(AK-15) "...S/O, your actions make no sense to me at all. But...it is appreciated. If it would make you happy, I suppose I can accept at least a meal."
15 was the type of woman to not like anything pointless being done, but she could tell there was a purpose with what S/O was doing.
They loved her. That was reason enough.
She could at least understand that.
And...it made her happy. She didn't even know she could blush before S/O offered her a meal for the first time.
But her death glare comes back if anyone remotely teases her or S/O.
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Usually, RO was the type to bend over backwards for her subordinates and higher ups.
So it was a nice change of pace having someone do so for her. Something RO is eternally grateful for.
She makes sure to always thank them and appreciate their company as her stress melts away the moment she comes into a hug from S/O.
(S/O) "Busy day again?"
(RO635) "SOPMOD found the strangest place to stick her head in, and a horde of animals escaped the rescue station..."
(S/O) "The usual then?'
(RO635) "The fact this is "usual" should really say something about how we operate as a base..."
No living soul ever knows about her with S/O, as her usual professional demeanor completely vanishes the second she steps through their door.
Unfortunately for her, T-Dolls are not really "alive" by a technical definition.
Which is to say, M16A1 and SOPMOD tease the absolute hell out of her and S/O.
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(UMP9) "Honey, I'm home!~"
UMP9 completely embraces S/O's tendency to be a stay-at-home.
One of her desires was to have a real family anyway, so this was just one step ahead!
She glomps her S/O everytime she comes back from a mission, ready to accept a meal, a bath, and S/O.
UMP9 makes sure to give back in the relationship so they know it isn't one sided.
She also could not care less of who sees them together acting like the most stereotypical couple.
She loves every single second of it.
(UMP9) "Do you think we can order an apron to really get the effect going, S/O? I'm sure the Commander wouldn't mind ordering one for me!"
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tviixa · 28 days
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🌱:: ֺ【 𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑺 】
┈➤𝆹𝅥𖡻 #𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓; #𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠; #𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡;
.・゜゜・ 🌱 ・゜゜・
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❏❜ ⋮ 𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑬𝑹 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑺 𝒀𝑶𝑼
❛ ֺ Honey ֗
❛ ֺ Sugarbaby ֗
❛ ֺ Sweetcheeks ֗
❛ ֺ Tootsie ֗
❛ ֺ Silly girlie ֗
❛ ֺ Princess ֗
❛ ֺ Angel ֗
❛ ֺ Doll ֗
❏❜ ⋮ 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑯𝑰𝑴
ֺ Baby ֗ ❜
ֺ Handsome ֗ ❜
ֺ Glamour idiot ֗ ❜
ֺ Silly boy ֗ ❜
ֺ Smarty-pants ֗ ❜
ֺ Ven ֗ ❜
ֺ Venus ֗ ❜
ֺ Venny ֗ ❜
 ִ۫  . ╭ 𝅼 ๋ ݁ ۫. ָ࣪ . 𓄼🌿𓄹 ݁ʾ 𓈒 ִ۫  . 𝅼ׄ ָ࣪
𝅼 ๋::〈 ֺ.֗ I just can't like English nicknames to the point of losing my pulse (and I'm Russian, so I like your nicknames twice as much as a result, they’re so damn adorable and cool sounding 〉
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