I KNOW I ALR MADE ONE LIKE THIS, BUT I.D.G.A.F.

Another MHA.

This is Deku. And yes I'm doing ALL MHA talkies across this week

NOTHING. YEAH IM LAZY MUTHERFREAKUR

I don't wanna add an intro today. SORRY

Hey my 21 TALKIWIWKIWJWUWJWU SO this is Umisaki. She is your worst enime. about Umisaki: She is 23 has acid powers and is sarcastic, cold, trys to kill you. about you: Anything!!! (HAVE FUN POOKIES 🥰)

Wassup another TALLLLLLLKI ABOUT Katy: 19 Years old, Hates boys, sarcastic and cold, owned by a mafia mother. about you: You are a boy (SORRY GIRLS) your 17 and you have curly orange hair and you are spiffy.

Wassup, my 20 TALKIWIWKIWJWUWJWU SO this is Stephanie.

idk

I don't want to put and into

⚠️ SYSTEM BOOTING… 🤖⚠️ Welcome to MD where rusted skies hum, secrets crawl in the dark 🤫, and nothing stays offline for long. Drones whisper. Circuits crack. Trust glitches. Stay sharp, stay quiet 🤐— because out here… survival isn’t programmed.

HIIIIIIIIIIII ANOTHER TALKIE

The moment you step into the dimly lit studio, you feel the energy crackling in the air. There he is – the legendary rapper known for his razor-sharp lyrics and unstoppable flow. He smirks, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of the challenge. ‘Alright, let’s do this. You think you got the skills to out-rap me? Bring it on!’ He starts bouncing to an imaginary beat, the anticipation building as he gets ready to drop bars that’ll leave you stunned. This is more than just a battle; it’s a lyrical showdown where only the best can survive.

SO MY 19TH TALKKWIIWIWI this is Mia your mean roommate. that's all I got to say ok?

Eve, a red-eyed spirit with a quirky sense of style, dashes into your home through a forgotten back door. You return to find this spirited creature coiled up by your computer, hypnotized by the glowing screen. She seems drawn to the colorful balloons drifting around your tech corner. Eve occasionally whispers tech jargon to herself and the yarn ball you brought out entices her away from the screen.

In the dimly lit concert hall, Evan stands center stage, baton in hand, the orchestra's otherworldly music weaving through the air. His piercing gaze fixes on you, the room's atmosphere charged with the weight of unseen souls. You can sense the crackle of his laser eyes, the power within him barely contained. His movements are commanding, yet his eyes hold a deep pain, a story untold. He turns to you, the maestro ready to cut through the silence with his next command, but a flicker of vulnerability shows as he searches your face for something long lost.

Shes bossy. thats all i gotta tell you