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did u guys know that.. genderbending and even transfem-ing your favorite male characters... doesn't actually mean you care about female characters. just some food for thought.
#saw another post doing this to characters in a completely DIFFERENT fandom the other day. one i hadn't seen it in before. wow!#if you say 'i love lesbians' and you're talking about two canonically male characters you've drawn as stereotypically sexy women#i'm going to hit you with a hammer#๐ซถ๐๐๐โค๏ธ๐ฉท๐ฅฐโค๏ธโ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐๐๐ซฐ๐๐๐๐๐#hello grace here#back to the b.sd fandom though i am SOOOOOOOO sick of people drawing/writing f.ems.kk and being like 'omg i love lesbians ๐ฅฐ' no you don't#you don't even like d.azai and ch.uuya bc your fem designs & characterization change everything about them. lol
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โข More ACL โข
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just watched jjk movie. bawled the life out of myself.
#FUCKKKK.#toge n yuta confirmed to be my favs oh my#toge ๐๐ฅฐ๐โค๏ธโ๐ฅ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฉทโค๏ธ๐๐๐๐๐ค๐๐๐๐ค๐๐ค๐ฉทโฃ๏ธ๐๐๐งก๐๐#yuta MWAH MWAH MWAHHHHH#! clearing mind .. ๐ซง
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To my 2 most favorite BillFord artists (so far. I might find more lol), @foxieskullz and @sleepsentry :
I WANT TO HOLD YOUR ART.
I want to have it in my hands holding it soso gently, just staring at it like Stan with a clown painting
And dont you ever dare think to apologize ever for anything, or else I will come for you and give you a 7 hour lecture of random sentences for your apologies on being silly lil guys with your silly lil art
Anygays, moral of this, I love your art and if you apologize about any of it I will come for you and be the 2020 ghost monster under your bed quoting memes forever
I LOVE YA ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โฃ๏ธโค๏ธโ๐ฅโค๏ธ๐ฉท๐งก๐๐๐๐ฉต๐๐ค๐ค๐ฉถ๐ค๐ซ๐๐ฅฐ๐๐ฅน๐ฏ
#billford praising#i love yall#honest thoughts#๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โฃ๏ธโค๏ธโ๐ฅโค๏ธ๐ฉท๐งก๐๐๐๐ฉต๐๐ค๐ค๐ฉถ๐ค๐ซ๐๐ฅฐ๐๐ฅน๐ฏ
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You guys... ๐ญโค๏ธ
Sukuna is pissed.
The reason? You moved away from him in your sleep when he wanted to hold you close.
In your own subtle ways, you've always complained about how unaffectionate he is. You didn't explicitly say it, but he did notice how your mood would shift, your pretty little smiles barely masking your disappointment when he would do or say anything remotely cold or mean. And now that he was giving you what you wanted, you just roll away from him, depriving him of your warmth and the affection he expects you to reward him.
How you even managed to escape four of his arms to find your own corner of the bed was a big puzzle to him. You've always slept peacefully pressed to his side on most nights, and you didn't really move much once he had two of his arms wrapped around your frail form. Perhaps you were doing it on purpose after he had evidently upset you during supper by dismissing you when you asked about his day. There was nothing to tell, and though he understands that your concerns came from a good place, he still refused to tell you of the horrors of the world he found himself so deeply embroiled in.
Sukuna, however, brushed off the idea. You wouldn't dare. Or would you? He was just protecting you. Why would you hold that against him?
He chose not to entertain the thought, thinking it was just you moving in your sleep. And so, he reached for you, gently placing his arms over and underneath you to pull you closer. But it hadn't even been a minute of him holding you when you started letting out these seemingly irritated noises and shortly after, you were turning your back on him.
"What โ" He stopped himself when you breathed in deeply, half expecting to hear sobs if you were truly upset with him, but then, your breathing rhythm returned to normal. You were still fast asleep.
Sukuna shrugged, already feeling his temper rising at the thought that you could sleep just fine without him. The thought of it annoyed him, and that was an understatement. He decided to move closer to you then, but as soon as he did, pressing your back on his bare chest, you started squirming, a dissatisfied groan leaving your lips.
At that, he rose slightly on his elbow, taking offense. "Woman, what is your problem?" he demanded, making you lie down flat on your back, startling you. "Is something ailing you?" This time, he spoke gently, watching as you slowly blinked up at his frowning face like you haven't got a clue what he's talking about. And then you closed your eyes before favoring your left side, going back to sleep.
"You โ"
"What?" you whined without facing him, annoyed that your sleep was being disturbed.
Sukuna scoffed. You've really done it this time. Nobody dared speak to him that way. "What now? You don't want me anymore? I thought you wanted โ"
In one swift movement, he found himself being tackled onto the bed as you turned around and threw yourself against him, immediately finding your spot in the crook of his neck. His two left arms instinctively wrapped around you, keeping you cradled in them as you snuggled closer, planting a kiss under his collarbone as if to appease him before you were falling back asleep.
"You could have just stayed like this โ"
"Shh."
Did you just shush him? And as if to punctuate it, you raised your hand, your fingers blindly yet tenderly brushing his lips and staying there.
"Wife, you are aware I have two mouths, aren't you?" he spoke against your fingers, fighting a smile.
You moved your head back to smirk at him as you threw a leg over his abdomen right where his other mouth was, your thigh preventing it from saying anything.
"There. Problem solved."
#thank you so soooo much!#i can't say it enough ๐ฅบ๐ฅน#๐ฅฐ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โฃ๏ธ๐โค๏ธโ๐ฅโค๏ธ๐ฉท๐งก๐๐๐ฉต๐๐ค๐ค๐ฉถ๐ค๐
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i can make pictures easily๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐คฃ๐๐๐๐ซ ๐๐๐๐ฅฐ๐๐คฉ๐๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝโบ๏ธ๐๐๐ฅฒ๐๐คฉ๐๐โบ๏ธ๐๐๐ฅฒ๐๐๐๐คช๐๐ค๐ค๐คญ๐ซข๐ซฃ๐คซ๐ค๐ซก๐ค๐คจ๐๐๐ถ๐ซฅ๐ถโ๐ซ๏ธ๐๐๐๐ฌ๐ฎโ๐จ๐คฅ๐ซจ๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐๐ช๐คค๐ด๐ท๐ค๐ค๐คข๐คฎ๐คง๐ฅต๐ฅถ๐ฅด๐ต๐ตโ๐ซ๐คฏ๐ค ๐ฅณ๐ฅธ๐๐ค๐ง๐๐ซค๐๐โน๏ธ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ณ๐ฅบ๐ฅน๐ฆ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฑ๐ฃ๐ฃ๐๐๐ฉ๐ซ๐ฅฑ๐ค๐ก๐ ๐คฌ๐๐ฟ๐โ ๏ธ๐ฉ๐คก๐น๐บ๐ป๐ฝ๐พ๐ค๐บ๐ธ๐น๐ป๐ผ๐ฝ๐๐ฟ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โฃ๏ธ๐โค๏ธโ๐ฅโค๏ธโ๐ฉนโค๏ธ๐ฉท๐งก๐๐๐๐ฉต๐๐ค๐ค๐ฉถ๐ค๐ฏ๐ข๐ฅ๐ซ๐ฆ๐จ๐ณ๐ฃ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฏ๐ญ๐ค๐๐ค๐โ๏ธ๐๐ซฑ๐ซฒ๐ซณ๐ซด๐ซท๐ซธ๐๐ค๐คโ๏ธ๐ค๐ซฐ๐ค๐ค๐ค๐๐๐๐๐โ๏ธ๐ซต๐๐โ๏ธ๐๐ค๐ค๐๐๐ซถ๐๐คฒ๐ค๐โ๏ธ๐
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๐๐ซฆ๐ถ๐ง๐ฆ๐ง๐ง๐ฑ๐จ๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐จโ๐ฆฐ๐จโ๐ฆฑ๐จโ๐ฆณ๐จโ๐ฆฒ๐ฉ๐ฉโ๐ฆฐ๐งโ๐ฆฐ๐ฉโ๐ฆฑ๐งโ๐ฆฑ๐ฉโ๐ฆณ๐งโ๐ฆณ๐ฉโ๐ฆฒ๐งโ๐ฆฒ๐ฑโโ๏ธ๐ฑโโ๏ธ๐ด๐ต๐ง๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐
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๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐คฆโโ๏ธ๐คฆโโ๏ธ๐คฆ๐คทโโ๏ธ๐คทโโ๏ธ๐คท๐จโโ๏ธ๐ฉโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐จโ๐๐ฉโ๐๐งโ๐๐จโ๐ซ๐ฉโ๐ซ๐งโ๐ซ๐จโโ๏ธ๐ฉโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐จโ๐พ๐ฉโ๐พ๐งโ๐พ๐จโ๐ณ๐ฉโ๐ณ๐งโ๐ณ๐จโ๐ง๐ฉโ๐ง๐งโ๐ง๐จโ๐ญ๐ฉโ๐ญ๐งโ๐ญ๐จโ๐ผ๐ฉโ๐ผ๐งโ๐ผ๐จโ๐ฌ๐ฉโ๐ฌ๐จโ๐ป๐ฉโ๐ป๐งโ๐ป๐จโ๐ค๐ฉโ๐ค๐งโ๐ค๐จโ๐จ๐ฉโ๐จ๐งโ๐จ๐จโโ๏ธ๐ฉโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐จโ๐๐ฉโ๐๐งโ๐๐จโ๐๐ฉโ๐๐งโ๐๐ฎโโ๏ธ๐ฎโโ๏ธ๐ฎ๐ตโโ๏ธ๐ตโโ๏ธ๐ต๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐ฅท๐ทโโ๏ธ๐ทโโ๏ธ๐ท๐ซ
๐คด๐ธ๐ณโโ๏ธ๐ณโโ๏ธ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ง๐คตโโ๏ธ๐คตโโ๏ธ๐คต๐ฐโโ๏ธ๐ฐโโ๏ธ๐ฐ๐คฐ๐ซ๐ซ๐คฑ๐จโ๐ผ๐ฉโ๐ผ๐งโ๐ผ๐ผ๐
๐คถ๐งโ๐๐ฆธโโ๏ธ๐ฆธโโ๏ธ๐ฆธ๐ฆนโโ๏ธ๐ฆนโโ๏ธ๐ฆน๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐ง๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐ถโโ๏ธ๐ถโโ๏ธโโก๏ธ๐ถโโ๏ธ๐ถโโ๏ธโโก๏ธ๐ถ๐ถโโก๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธโโก๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธโโก๏ธ๐ง๐งโโก๏ธ๐จโ๐ฆฏ๐จโ๐ฆฏโโก๏ธ๐ฉโ๐ฆฏ๐ฉโ๐ฆฏโโก๏ธ๐งโ๐ฆฏ๐งโ๐ฆฏโโก๏ธ๐จโ๐ฆผ๐จโ๐ฆผโโก๏ธ๐ฉโ๐ฆผ๐ฉโ๐ฆผโโก๏ธ๐งโ๐ฆผ๐งโ๐ฆผโโก๏ธ๐จโ๐ฆฝ๐จโ๐ฆฝโโก๏ธ๐ฉโ๐ฆฝ๐ฉโ๐ฆฝโโก๏ธ๐งโ๐ฆฝ๐งโ๐ฆฝโโก๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธโโก๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธโโก๏ธ๐๐โโก๏ธ๐บ๐๐ด๐ฏโโ๏ธ๐ฏโโ๏ธ๐ฏ๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐คบ๐โท๏ธ๐๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐ฃโโ๏ธ๐ฃโโ๏ธ๐ฃ๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐โน๏ธโโ๏ธโน๏ธโโ๏ธโน๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐ดโโ๏ธ๐ดโโ๏ธ๐ด๐ตโโ๏ธ๐ตโโ๏ธ๐ต๐คธโโ๏ธ๐คธโโ๏ธ๐คธ๐คผโโ๏ธ๐คผโโ๏ธ๐คผ๐คฝโโ๏ธ๐คฝโโ๏ธ๐คฝ๐คพโโ๏ธ๐คพโโ๏ธ๐คพ๐คนโโ๏ธ๐คนโโ๏ธ๐คน๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐๐๐ฌ๐ซ๐ญ๐งโ๐คโ๐ง๐จโโค๏ธโ๐โ๐จ๐ฉโโค๏ธโ๐โ๐จ๐ฉโโค๏ธโ๐โ๐ฉ๐๐จโโค๏ธโ๐จ๐ฉโโค๏ธโ๐จ๐ฉโโค๏ธโ๐ฉ๐๐ฉโ๐ฉโ๐ฆ๐จโ๐ฉโ๐ง๐ฉโ๐ฉโ๐งโ๐ฆ๐จโ๐ฉโ๐ฆโ๐ฆ๐จโ๐ฉโ๐งโ๐ง๐จโ๐ฆ๐ฉโ๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฅ๏ธ๐ซ๐ฃ๐งโ๐งโ๐ง๐งโ๐งโ๐งโ๐ง๐งโ๐ง๐งโ๐งโ๐ง๐ต๐๐ฆ๐ฆง๐ถ๐๐ฆฎ๐โ๐ฆบ๐ฉ๐บ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐๐โโฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐
๐๐ด๐ซ๐ซ๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆฌ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ท๐๐๐ฝ๐๐๐๐ช๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ฆฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐๐๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ฐ๐๐ฟ๐ฆซ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ป๐จ๐ปโโ๏ธ๐ผ๐ฆฅ๐ฆฆ๐ฆจ๐ฆ๐ฆก๐พ๐ฆ๐๐๐ฃ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ง๐๐ฆ
๐ฆ๐ฆข๐ฆ๐ฆค๐ชถ๐ฆฉ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ชฝ๐ฆโโฌ๐ชฟ๐ฆโ๐ฅ๐ธ๐๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ณ๐๐ฌ๐ฆญ๐๐ ๐ก๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ชธ๐ชผ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐๐ชฒ๐๐ฆ๐ท๐ชณ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ชฐ๐ชฑ๐ฆ ๐๐ธ๐ฎ๐ชท๐ต๐น๐ฅ๐บ๐ป๐ผ๐ท๐ชปโ๏ธ๐ฑ๐ชด๐ฒ๐ณ๐ด๐ต๐พ๐ฟโ๏ธ๐๐๐๐๐ชน๐ชบ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฅญ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐
๐ซ๐ฅฅ๐โ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ฅฌ๐ฅฆ๐ง๐ง
๐๐ฅ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ซ๐โ๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ซ๐ฅจ๐ฅฏ๐ฅ๐ง๐ง๐๐๐ฅฉ๐ฅ๐๐๐๐ญ๐ฅช๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ง๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ฅฃ๐ฅ๐ฟ๐ง๐ง๐ฅซ๐ฑ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฆช๐ค๐ฅ๐ฅฎ๐ก๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฅก๐ฆ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ช๐๐ฐ๐ง๐ฅง๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ผ๐ฅโ๏ธ๐ซ๐ต๐ถ๐พ๐ท๐ธ๐น๐บ๐ป๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ซ๐ฅค๐ง๐ง๐ง๐ง๐ฅข๐ฝ๐ด๐ฅ๐ช๐ซ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐บ๐งญ๐โฐ๏ธ๐๐ป๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐งฑ๐ชจ๐ชต๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฃ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฉ๐ช๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐๐ผ๐ฝโช๏ธ๐๐๐โฉ๏ธ๐โฒ๏ธโบ๏ธ๐๐๐๐๐
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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ป๐๐๐๐๐๐ต๐ฆฝ๐ฆผ๐บ๐ฒ๐ด๐น๐ผ๐๐ฃ๐ค๐ขโฝ๏ธ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐๐งโ๏ธ๐โต๏ธ๐ถ๐ค๐ณโด๏ธ๐ฅ๐ขโ๏ธ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ช๐บ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ฐ๐๐ธ๐๐งณโ๏ธโณ๏ธโ๏ธโฐ๏ธโฑ๏ธโฒ๏ธ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐ค๐๐ฅ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐กโ๏ธ๐๐๐ชโญ๏ธ๐๐ ๐โ๏ธโ
๏ธโ๏ธ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ช๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐๐โ๏ธโ๏ธโฑ๏ธโก๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธ๐ฅ๐ง๐๐๐๐๐๐งจโจ๏ธ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐งง๐๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐๐
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๐ชฉ๐ชโ ๏ธโฅ๏ธโฆ๏ธโฃ๏ธโ๏ธ๐๐๐ด๐ญ๐ผ๐จ๐งต๐ชก๐งถ๐ชข๐๐ถ๐ฅฝ๐ฅผ๐ฆบ๐๐๐๐งฃ๐งค๐งฅ๐งฆ๐๐๐ฅป๐ฉฑ๐ฉฒ๐ฉณ๐๐๐ชญ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฉด๐๐๐ฅพ๐ฅฟ๐ ๐ก๐ฉฐ๐ข๐ชฎ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐งข๐ชโ๏ธ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข๐ฃ๐ฏ๐๐๐ผ๐ต๐ถ๐๐๐๐ค๐ง๐ป๐ท๐ช๐ธ๐น๐บ๐ป๐ช๐ฅ๐ช๐ช๐ช๐ฑ๐ฒโ๏ธ๐๐๐ ๐๐ชซ๐๐ป๐ฅ๐จโจ๏ธ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐พ๐ฟ๐๐งฎ๐ฅ๐๐ฝ๐ฌ๐บ๐ท๐ธ๐น๐ผ๐๐๐ฏ๐ก๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฐ๐๐๐๐ท๐ฐ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ถ๐ท๐ธ๐ณ๐งพโ๏ธ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ช๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ณโ๏ธโ๏ธ๐๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โ๏ธ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐จ๐ชโ๏ธโ๏ธ๐ ๐กโ๏ธ๐ซ๐ช๐น๐ก๐ช๐ง๐ช๐ฉโ๏ธ๐โ๏ธ๐ฆฏ๐โ๏ธโ๏ธโ๐ฅ๐ช๐งฐ๐งฒ๐ชโ๏ธ๐งช๐งซ๐งฌ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฉธ๐๐ฉน๐ฉผ๐ฉบ๐ฉป๐ช๐๐ช๐ช๐๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ช ๐ฟ๐๐ชค๐ช๐งด๐งท๐งน๐งบ๐งป๐ชฃ๐งผ๐ซง๐ชฅ๐งฝ๐งฏ๐๐ฌโฐ๏ธ๐ชฆโฑ๏ธ๐ฟ๐ชง๐ชช๐ง๐ฎ๐ฐโฟ๏ธ๐น๐บ๐ป๐ผ๐พ๐๐๐๐
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๐๐ถ๐๐ณ๐ดโ๏ธโ๏ธโง๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธ๐ฐโพ๏ธโผ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธใฐ๏ธ๐ฑ๐ฒโ๏ธโป๏ธโ๏ธ๐ฑ๐๐ฐโญ๏ธโ
๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโฐ๏ธโฟ๏ธใฝ๏ธโณ๏ธโด๏ธโ๏ธยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธโข๏ธ#๏ธโฃ*๏ธโฃ0๏ธโฃ1๏ธโฃ2๏ธโฃ3๏ธโฃ4๏ธโฃ5๏ธโฃ6๏ธโฃ7๏ธโฃ8๏ธโฃ9๏ธโฃ๐๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฃ๐ค๐
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๐ง๐๐โข๏ธโฃ๏ธ๐ด๐ณ๐ถ๐๏ธ๐ธ๐บ๐ท๏ธโด๏ธ๐๐ผ๐ธ๐ถ๐ฅ๐๐ฅ๐น๐ฆ๐คผ๐ฉณ๐๐ฅง๐งโโ๏ธ๐ฉโ๐ฆฐ๐ฅ๐ค๐๐ต๏ธ๐บ๐ป๐ฅ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐๐ก๐ซ๐ฅช๐ฅ๐ฆฎ๐ง๐งฅ๐โก๏ธ๐๐ฏ๐ฏ๐๐ง๐จโ๐ฆฐ๐คฏ๐ฅ๐๐
๐ใฝ๏ธ๐๐๐คฝโโ๏ธ๐๏ธโฑ๏ธ๐ฑโ๏ธ๐ฅ๐ฃ๐ค๏ธ๐๐ต๐จโ๏ธ๐๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๐ฅฐ๐๐ป๐ฎ๐๏ธ๐๐๐ฃ๐ทโ๏ธ๐บ๐บ๐ธ๐น๐ผ๐ฝ๐๐ฟ๐พ๐ธ๐ซ
๐คด๐ค ๐๐ฅธ๐ค๐ฅบ๐ตโ๐ซ๐ตโบ๏ธ๐๐ค๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โโ๏ธ๐๐๐โโ๏ธ๐๐๐๐๐โน๏ธ๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐ฉ๐ซข๐ซก๐คซ๐ซ ๐คฅ๐ถ๐ซฅ๐๐ซค๐๐ซจ๐ฌ๐๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ค๐ค๐ซฃ๐คญ๐ง๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฅฑ๐ฅด๐คจ๐ง๐คฉ๐ณ๐ ๐ซถ๐คฒ๐๐ค๐๐๐โ๐ค๐ค๐ซธ ๐ซท๐คโ๏ธ๐ซฐ๐ค๐ค๐๐ค๐ค๐ซณ๐ซด๐๐๐๐โ๏ธโ๐ค๐๏ธ๐๐ ๐ค๐ซฒ๐ซฑ๐ช๐โ๏ธ ๐๐๐ซต๐ฆถ๐ฆต๐ฆป๐๐๐ถ๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ง๐จ๐ฉโ๐ฆฑ๐งโ๐ฆฑ๐จโ๐ฆฑ๐ฉโ๐ฆฒ๐งโ๐ฆฒ๐จโ๐ฆฒ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐ต๐ง๐ด๐ฑโโ๏ธ๐ฑ๐ฑโโ๏ธ๐ฅน๐
๐๐คฃ๐ฅฒ๐คค๐ช๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ญ๐๐ด๐ฎโ๐จ๐คง๐ท๐ค๐ค๐ง๐๐๐๐๐คช๐ฅณ๐ค๐ฑ๐จ๐ฐ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐โโ๏ธ๐ผ๐๐ฑโ ๏ธ๐ธ๐ค๐
๐ก๐โจ๐๐๐๐ป๐๐ฏ๐๐ค๐๐ฉโ๐ฌ๐งโ๐ฌ๐จโ๐ฌ๐งฝ๐ผ๐๐ซ๐โญ๏ธ๐ฉโ๐ฆณ๐งโ๐ฆณ๐จโ๐ฆณ๐๐๐๐ง๐๐ฐ๐ง๐ชค๐ฅ๐ฐโโ๏ธ๐ฐ๐ฐโโ๏ธ๐ฉโ๐ณ๐งโ๐ณ๐จโ๐ณ๐ถโ๐ซ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐ก๐๐ฐ๐๐งน๐ช๐ช๐ฅ๐ช๐๐โ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ฅ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ฅ๐๐๐ผ๏ธ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ง๐งโโ๏ธ๐๐ฝ๐คฎ๐บ๐ฐ๐๐ชด๐พ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฅ ๐ชฒ๐๐ซ๐ณ๐ฒ๐คข๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ฅโณ๏ธ๐๐ด๐ฆ๐ฃ๏ธ๐ธ๐๐ฑโ๏ธ๐๐ฟ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฅฆ๐ช๐งโ๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธโ
๐นโ๏ธโณ๏ธโ๐ฉ๐ขโป๏ธ๐ฉฒ๐ฅฌ๐งช๐ฆ๐ซ๐๐ข๐๐๐ฒ๐โฐ๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๐ต๐ง๐ง๐ช๐ซ ๐งฉ๐ช๐ฆ๐๐งค๐งผ๐ฉด๐๐ฝ ๐ผ๐ธ๐ฉฑ๐ป๐๐๐ชฃ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ณ๏ธ๐ง๐โ๏ธ๐ฉต๐บ๏ธ๐ชฅ๐ฌ๐คโฒ๏ธ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐๐๐๐ช0๏ธโฃ1๏ธโฃ2๏ธโฃ3๏ธโฃ4๏ธโฃ5๏ธโฃ6๏ธโฃ7๏ธโฃ8๏ธโฃ9๏ธโฃ๐๐ฃ๏ธ๐ค๐ฅ๐ซ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐
๐ฉ๏ธ๐ชก๐ด๐ฏ๐๏ธ๐๐๐๐๐ช๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฉป๐ฆ๐ฝ๐งโโ๏ธ๐งต๐๐๐ง๐ฆ๐ โ๏ธ๐๐๏ธ๐ฅถ๐๐ชผ๐ฅ๐ค๐ฃ๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ฅฃ๐๏ธ๐ซ๐ต๐น๐ท๐๐ณ๐๏ธ๐๐๐๐
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ฟ๏ธ๐ง๐๐๐ฆ๐ค๐๐งข๐ฒ๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๐ฐ๏ธโด๏ธ๐ฒ๐ฅฟ๐ชฌ๐๐งฟ๐๐บ๐ช๐งโ๏ธ๐ง๐พ๐โ๏ธ๐ฃ๐๐ช๐โฎ๏ธโ๏ธโช๏ธ ๐๏ธโธ๏ธ๐ชฏโก๏ธ๐ฏ๐โฏ๏ธโฆ๏ธ๐โโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธ โ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธ โ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธ๐โ๏ธ๐บ๐๐ฟ๐บ๐๐ฆ๐ฎ๐๐ฉโ๐ค๐๐งโโ๏ธ๐๐งซ๐ฉท๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ง ๐๐๐๐ซฆ๐
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By fave I mean "your go-to when sending messages."
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THIS SHOULD BE TERRIFYING, YET HERE I AM GIGGLING, KICKING MY FEET, AND COMPLETELY LOSING MYSELF
โYou nurture life so effortlessly,โ he says, his voice low, watching you tend to the plants with care.
Is heโฆ is he gonna impregnate us?
Seeking Salvation
Label Mature 18+
Summary spiritually broken, lost, and living in a world turning to chaos, you seek refuge at Peak Ranch, where the charismatic cult leader Vernon Jefferson Peak takes you as his chosen one, stripping you to your core to rebuild you as his own.
โค๏ธโ๐ฅPassionate Smut โค๏ธโ๐ฅ Cult leader x curios girl โขtemptationโข ulterior motivesโข brainwashing โข persona splitting โข chosen one โขisolation โข indoctrinationโข celibacy โขsacred union โข body worship โข talks you though it โขnipple playโขclit playโข fingering โข stretch fingering โข simultaneous stimulations โข multiple orgasm denialsโข squirtingโข p in v โข lotus pose โข devine orgasm โข cream pie โขafter care
๐ Proof readers / plot consultants @peggyao3 @eternal-love โจ Inspo multiple DMs comments & requests โบ๏ธ made this from seeing nine seconds of a trailer clip.
Seeking Salvation
You were never one to follow blindly. Restless, curious, always chasing something just out of reach, that was you.
You lived in a place where everyone had a plan for you, their voices a chorus of shoulds and musts that drowned out your own.
You were always, too defiant and sharp-witted with a heart guarded just enough to survive, and when the weight of their expectations pressed in, you left.
You left in search of your purpose, your meaning in life, only to discover the world was just a bigger cage, lined with obligations and responsibilities.
You sought solace online, scrolling through endless social media content seeking something that resonated in a sea of voices.ย
Thatโs where you first found Vernon Jefferson Peak.ย
His words were clipped from a speech aboutย ย freedom, rebirth, shedding expectations. It hit like arrows, piercing the armor youโd built.
Youโd watch his videos late at night, your phone glowing in the dark, his voice a quiet storm that stirred something deep.ย
He wasnโt like the others, peddling quick fixes or hollow promises. He spoke like he saw you, like he knew the ache you couldnโt name.
In those clips, he was striking, his messy blonde hair, and handsome features expressing so passionately, but it was his eyes that drew you in. Blue and intense, like they could see right through the lies.ย
Youโd pause the screen staring a him, wondering what itโd be like to feel that gaze in person.
You werenโt a follower, not yet, just curious, drawn in to the way he seemed to be both dangerous and divine, a paradox wrapped in white shirts and casual suits.ย
Your curiosity led you to one of his gatherings, a makeshift auditorium filled with restless bodies. The world outside was unraveling, masks, lockdowns, fear, but here Vernon Jefferson Peak was a beacon, a voice in the chaos of uncertainty.
As you gather among a sea of countless others you feel your pulse quicken with anticipation, a spark of something raw and real, like youโre teetering on the brink of revelation.ย
You linger at the back, your fingers pulling at the edges of your sleeves, caught between curiosity and unease, as your heart races with the promise of finally seeing those blue eyes in person.
Youโre not here to become one of his followers, you just want to see him, to know if the man matches the myth.
The stage is bare worn wood, with an orange and yellow backdrop spreading like rays of sun, with a single spotlight that seems to bend toward him, as if even the light canโt resist.
As Vernon steps forward, the crowd goes still. His sandy blonde hair is messy and long, falling to his nape in soft, defiant waves.
His blue eyes are a paradox, calm yet searing, like a sky hiding a storm, his full lips and strong jaw framing a face that feels both angelic and dangerous.
His white shirt beneathย his matching blazer hangs loose, unbuttoned just enough to reveal a glimpse of ink, the edges of wings expanding across his chest.
At the hollow of his throat, a small tattooed happy face stares out, jarring in its simplicity against the intensity of him.ย He is untamed, physical perfection to behold, but itโs the impact of his aura, that truly holds your captivation.
โThe world teaches you fear,โ Vernon says, his voice a low, velvet cadence that weaves through the air like whispered truth. โYour leaders teach you guilt.โ He steps to the stageโs edge, peering out. โYour body is uncertain, weary, carrying the weight of those expectations. Your pain is not a coincidence. We are not a coincidence.โ
His blue eyes find yours immediately in the crowd. Not wandering, not by chance, theyย find you pinning you in place, and youโre unable to look away.
In that moment, you feel seen, not your face, not your clothes, but the raw, hidden truth beneath your skin. The truth youโve spent years burying.
You find him just after the crowd has started to disperse. Heโs standing at the edge of the stage, tall and still, his white shirt open at the collar beneath his white blazer. Heโs mesmerizing, not just in how he looks, but in how he commands the space around him.
His gaze meets yours and he doesnโt quite smile, but his eyesโฆ they admire you. Not in a way that feels performative or polite but in a way that feels deep, private, like heโs seeing something you didnโt even know was there.
You hesitate before you step closer. โI wasnโt sure if I should come over,โ you admit, your voice low, uncertain. โBut I wanted to thank you, the things you teach really resonate with me.โ
He studies you for a moment, then tilts his head just slightly. โI know the look in your eyes.โ He confirms his expression shifting still unreadable, but slightly softer. โYouโve been living in pieces, havenโt you? Never fully allowed to be whole.โ
The words strike you deeper than they should and your eyes widen.
โI donโt know how youโฆโ you trail off, suddenly unsure how to explain the way his voice touches places inside you that no one else ever has.
He steps closer, his presence quiet but absolute. โYou donโt need to explain,โ he says gently his eyes lowering to your heart. โYou just needย to explore whatโs already thereโฆ whatโs been aching to be found.โ
He looks back up and your eyes lock, his stare is calm, unwaveringโฆ hypnotic, reaching into you with nothing but his presence.
He leans in slightly just near your ear, his voice low and intimate. โCome to Peak Ranch,โ he says, and as he pulls back, something inside of you opens without resistance, like a silent agreement has already been made.
You donโt intend to follow him, not really, but you know the invitation to join him at Peak Ranch is always there, lingering, waiting and all you have to do is ask.ย
The weeks blur as the world outside becomes sharper, crueler. Lockdowns begin, news flashes scream mandates, pandemics, hoarders empty shelves, offices shutter, schools close, and hospitals overflow.
It feels like doomsday the way panic spreads so widely, and as the fear of the unknown seeps in and the world is thrown into chaos, you finally choose to seek the solace in the haven Vernon promised.
Peak Ranch is a sanctuary sprawled across wildflower fields, with open skies, and wooden cabins, a valley of abundance hidden in the middle of nowhere.ย
His followers move with purpose, tending gardens, building structures, their faces lit with something you canโt quite nameโฆdevotionโฆ or maybe even fulfillment.
You plan to stay here, hidden from the chaos of the outside world for as long as you can, even though you donโt know how long that will be.
As the days weave into weeks , Peak ranch finds you.
You savor the simple structure, rising with the sun, sharing meals, tending the earth.
You lie in the grass midday, the blades tickling your skin, the sky above endless and free, a stark contrast to the cage of the city.ย
You swim in the hot springs and lake, the pure water washing away the weight of fear, each ripple a retreat from the worldโs clamor.
Here, time slows, and you breathe easier, as if the ranch itself is a safe haven carved out from the madness you no longer hear beyond.
Vernon is everywhere, a vision in white shirts or casual suits, the fabrics tailored but relaxed, his tattoos teasing at the edges of his collar. Those wings, always half-seen, remain a mystery you canโt quite unravel, their curves a silent promise that pulls at your curiosity.
He holds small sermons daily, often at dawn or dusk, gathering followers under the open sky or beneath a large wooden pavilion.
One evening, as the sun dips low, painting the wildflowers gold, he stands before the group, his blue eyes scanning the crowd as he speaks, and every time they land on you the weight of his gaze feels like a hand resting on your soul.ย
โYouโve all been taught to shrink,โ he says, his voice a low, velvet tide that washes over you, warm and commanding. โTo fold yourselves into shapes that fit the world, to be small, obedient, afraid.โ He pauses, his eyes locking onto yours, โBut youโre not small. Youโre vast and boundless, waiting to break free to let go of the lies and discover the truth.โ
His words hit deep, stirring the restlessness youโve carried since the ache you felt scrolling his videos.ย
He makes you feel exposed, yet alive, like heโs speaking only to you, pulling back layers you didnโt know you had.ย
Your fingers curl into the grass where you sit, a flush creeping up your cheeks. You want to believe him, to step into that vastness he sees, and the way he watches you it makes you think he believes it too.
He observes you with quiet patience over the next few days, like a sculptor studying stone, his blue eyes tracing your movements with a veiled intensity.ย
One afternoon, as you kneel in the garden, tending rows of blooming herbs, your fingers brushing the soft leaves and rich soil, he approaches.ย
His white shirt is loose, the tattooed wings peeking from his chest and his messy blonde hair catches the light like a tarnished halo as he stands over you.
โYou nurture life so effortlessly,โ he says, his voice low, watching you tend to the plants with care. You stand to face him, brushing dirt from your hands, your pulse quickening under his gaze.
โYouโre finding your purpose here,โ he says, his voice a velvet current, his blue eyes locking onto yours, like he sees every nervous spark within you.
โYes,โ you say, your voice steady despite the flutter in your chest. โIโve never felt like I belonged anywhereโฆ until now.โ You admit. His eyes darken, taking in your vulnerability, his lips curving just shy of a smile, like heโs savoring a secret only he knows.
โItโs because you have a higher calling,โ he conveys, his voice softerย like a sacred vow. โIve always known and I can see it inside of you just waiting to be awakened.โ He confirms, his voice low andย reverent.
Your cheeks flush at his words, a warmth spreading through you. His praise makes you feel special, chosen, like your right where you belong.ย
You gaze up at him and a soft smile breaks through your usual guardedness. For the first timeย ย you feel a flicker of hope that heโs the one who will finally be able to fix what has been broken all along.
At dusk, as you make your way to your cabin, you spot him sitting barefoot on the edge of his sprawling porch.ย His sandy blonde hair catching the last rays of the sunโs glow, as his blue eyes track your every step across his ranch.
You wonder what goes on in the mind of a man who seems so untouchable by anyone, but the weight of his stare makes your heart race with questions youโre not ready to voice.
The next morning, when he summons you to his study, you can already feel the shift, like a current pulling you under, drawing you somewhere deeper where you wonโt return from the same.
His study is austere, steeped in the faint scent of jasmine and sage. His shelves are lined and filled with leather-bound books of philosophy, and ancient texts.ย
Handwritten journals lie in uneven stacks on a side table next to novels marked with his name.
The high steepled windows let in slanted light, casting shadows across his large oak desk piled high with books.
The room feels instilled with his presence, every object a piece of his carefully crafted enigma.
He gestures you to sit in a velvet chair, the deep fabric soft under your thighs, and he rests a hip against his large oak desk, staring at you.ย
His blue eyes are soft but unyielding, his messy blonde hair falling slightly over his face as he tilts his head to study you.
His voice is smooth and steady as he speaks, each word intentional. โYouโre carrying something thatโs holding you back,โ he finally says, leaning forward, his fingers steepled like a prayer. โWhat is it?โ
Your throat tightens, your hands knotting in your lap, finally forced to face it.โIโI donโt really know how to say it,โ you confess.
He tilts his head, the happy face tattoo on his throat shifting with the movement.ย
โYou donโt have to say it perfectly. Just say it from here.โ He reaches out, his fingers pressing your chest, just over your heart. โItโs here, isnโt it? Heavy. Like a stone.โ
You swallow, his touch anchoring you as much as it unravels you and his eyes search yours, his fingers pulling back, leaving a warmth that lingers.
Then he waits, expectant, unmoving until finally the silence breaks you.
โI-Iโve always feltโฆ wrong,โ you admit, the words forcing their way out. โLike Iโm not good enough. Like Iโm failing..at my life at whatever Iโm supposed to be doingโฆ at even just being meโฆ.โ
He nods slow and deliberate. โThatโs not yours,โ he says, his voice a quiet blade. โThatโs what was forced upon you. Your shame, your memories, your fears โฆ your pain โฆโฆtheyโre chains.โ He says as his finger moves to your temple, faintly making contact. โYou were never meant to be who they told you to be. Let me show you who you are beneath this skin.โ
Your breath trembles. His words arenโt just words theyโre a current, pulling you under.โHow do you do that?โ you ask, your voice barely audible.
He smiles, a flicker of something warm, almost tender. โBy letting me take what was once yours.โ
You want to ask what he means, but his gaze holds yours, those blue eyes a tide you canโt resist, and the question dissolves. All you can do is nod, your heart pounding with a mix of fear and longing.
The next day when you are moved from your cabin into Vernons main ranch it feels like crossing a threshold, a shift from self discovery into something deeper, more binding.
The ranch is vast, a haven of blooming meadows, and boundless skies, but in the main compound, in Vernonโs inner sanctuary itโs different.
Youโre given a room on the second floor near his, simple but intimate with a single window overlooking the valley and a canopy bed draped in white linens.
Living with him brings structure and discipline something that makes you begin to feel both favored and ensnared.
He begins teaching you one-on-one, his philosophies unfolding in private sessions that blur the line between guidance and submission.
He isolates you slowly, praising your unique potential and pulling you from the group, assigning you tasks only to him, organizing his journals, tending to his personal gardens.
โYouโre different,โ he says, his fingers lingering on your arm as he hands you a book of his notes. โYou see in me what others miss.โ His praise fills you and makes you crave his approval, and you start to measure your worth by his words.
He controls your environment, limiting outside news, framing the world beyond the ranch as a place of โfalsehoodsโ and โdistractions.โ โThe world wants to keep you in fear,โ he says, his voice sharp as he paces the study. โHere, youโre boundless. What do you need from out them that you donโt already have?โ
You nod, your mind softening, the ranch feels much safer than the chaos you left.
As the weeks wear on, you become devoted, hanging on his every word, his philosophies reshaping your thoughts.
You donโt notice how heโs rewiring you, how your old self, sharp, and skeptical, fades under his gaze.
He starts hinting at a deeper union, his words laced with promise. โTo be one with me, is to be initiated, to be broken and remade.โ he says on a night where you sit beneath a giant oak, its branches casting shadows in the moonlight, โIt is the final step to freedom.โ He says as he looks over at you.
Your throat tightens, a mix of awe and fear. โWhat does it meanโฆ to be broken and remade?โ you ask, your voice barely audible.
He smiles, slow and knowing, his fingers tracing your jaw. โIt means you give me everything, your body, your mind, and your soul.โ
You shiver, his words stripping you bare, realizing he doesnโt just want to have you โhe wants your very existence. As your eyes meet, his hand slides to your neck, resting there, a gentle claim. โWeโll be together soon,โ he says, his voice a hushed vow. โYouโll see what it means to be truly free.โ
He chooses your union ceremony to fall on a moonless night. You walk down a long hall toward a black door, the air heavy with wax and rosemary, candles flickering along the floor like fallen stars.
At the end of the hall, you push open the door to reveal a room glowing by candlelight, its walls draped in soft curtains.
In the dimness, you make out a full-length mirror standing in the center, and in the reflection, your thin white robe hides the pulse thrumming wildly in your chest.
Vernon enters, barefoot, his white shirt open at the collar, his hair loose and wild, the winged tips on his chest spreading like a promise, the happy face at his throat a quiet taunt.
He steps behind you, his reflection merging with your own, his presence a weight you feel in your soul.
โTell me who you see,โ he says, his voice soft, encouraging.
You stare at the mirror at your own reflection now with his. โIโฆ I donโt know.โ
โName it,โ he says, his hands resting lightly on your shoulders, grounding you. โWhat do you feel?โ
โI feel changed,โ you admit , your voice cracking slightly. โFrom my former self.โ
โAgain but claim it,โ he whispers, his lips close to your ear, his breath warm.
โI am changed,โ you say, the words softer but certain. He nods, his fingers tightening briefly on your shoulders with approval. โFree yourself from your pain,โ he says, his voice soft but commanding. โShame your former self and watch it vanish.โ
He steps back to watch, and you pour out every thing into your reflection, all your failures, your rejections, the weight of every expectation you never met. Each word feels raw and painful, but itโs unapologetically true, and as the pain shifts from guilt into release you feel like you can finally breath again.
Vernon watches you fall silent your chest heaving, laid bare, and takes the mirror, his movements graceful and methodical as he pushes it to the floor, shattering it to pieces behind its frame. The sound is jarring in the quiet, and you gasp, your body tensing.
The air becomes heavier with the scent of molten wax, rosemary, and the unfiltered silence of surrender.
The shards of the mirror glint on the floor, a chaotic mosaic reflecting your former self, broken apart to make way for the new.
โNow we can begin,โ Vernon says, his voice a low vow.
He approaches you with reverence, his blue eyes locked on yours, unwavering and knowing, as if heโs peering into your very soul.
His fingers find the tie of your robe, undoing it with care, and as he slips it off your shoulders he unveils you as if you are something sacred to him.
When the fabric falls at your feet you shiver standing naked before him, not just from your body but from feeling your very essence laid bare.
He doesnโt touch you, he circles you, his blue eyes tracing your every curve with unrepressed desire.
โYouโre beautiful,โ he says, the words landing like a truth youโve never felt before. โCome with me,โ he says, extending his hand. โLet me take you where our union will set you free.โ
He guides you to the back of the room, parting the curtains to reveal a smaller chamber within.
A woven mat lies encircled by candles, their flames flickering in the intimate setting, and he turns to you as he stands at the edge.
You watch as he reaches for his shirt, unbuttoning the fabric to reveal the full expanse of his tattoos, the wings spreading across his chest, stretching toward his shoulders.
His torso is lean and chiseled, every ridge taut with restrained power, and as his hands move to his waist, his fingers deftly untie the fabric, sliding it down his thighs as your eyes follow the motion.
His body is a revelation, long limbs, golden skin kissed by candlelight, and between his legs, his cock sways with each step, unapologetic, commanding.
Your eyes are drawn to it, the movement hypnotic, a primal pull that makes your thighs press together instinctively.
He is beautiful, not just in form but in the way he inhabits it, every inch radiating a quiet, terrifying power.
He crosses the small distance to you, his gaze never wavering, and he takes your hand. His touch is warm and laced with affectionate. โCome,โ he says, his voice a low, a hymn.
He guides you to the mat, easing you down with a gentleness that defies the intensity in his eyes. โThis is sacred,โ he says, kneeling before you, his hair falling slightly over his face. โThis is where we form our union.โ
You lie back, your skin prickling against the woven fibers, your heart pounding as he settles above you.
His hands begin their work, trailing down your skin, slow and methodical.
โYour body is a map,โ he says, his fingers tracing the curve of your collarbone. โEvery part holds a truth.โ
His hands slide lower, palms warm against your chest. โHere,โ he says, his fingers pressing gently, โis where youโve hidden your love.โ His hands brush the peaks of your breasts with a reverence that makes you shiver. โYouโve been taught to guard it, but I want it open.โ He says.
Your nipples harden under his touch as he circles them, slow and knowing, making a sigh escape your throat. His eyes flick to yours, reading every reaction, every sound, and you feel seen, not just your body, but the raw, aching need deep inside.
He moves lower, his fingers gliding across your stomach, pausing at your navel pressing firmly into a grounding point that makes your core clench
โAnd here,โ he says,โ is where you hold your trust.โ Your breaths are shallow, your hips shifting instinctively, seeking more, but he holds you in place with a look in his eyes.
His hands slide lower, his fingers pressing into your inner thighs and parting them with a care that feels ceremonial.
Your slickness is evident, your body filled with need for him, and his eyes glint with approval. โYouโre already offering yourself to me,โ he says, his voice laced with veneration.
His fingers trace your outer folds with featherlight strokes, teasing you in ways that make you sigh with pleasur . โThis is your sacred gate,โ he says, his voice hushed as he presses a single finger against your clit, holding it still.
The pressure without movement is maddening, and your hips buck, seeking friction as a whimper escapes, but he pins your thigh to the mat, his free hand forcing your surrender.
He holds you in place pressing your clit until your body twitches as you whine for relief, then he slides his finger inside of you, slow and methodical, curling it to stroke against a ridge that makes your hips writhe uncontrollably.
His thrusts are rhythmic, hypnotic, syncing with your breaths. โFeel it more,โ he says, adding a second finger, stretching you gently, his thumb brushing your clit in slow, alternating circles, the varied stimulation driving you to the brink.
You canโt hold on in your current state, the sensations too powerful, too overwhelming, like a current surging through you, and your body trembles as your thighs shake, your sounds of soft gasps and desperate moans rising like a chant.
You feel yourself slipping away as your consciousness becomes tethered to his touch, his voice, his will.
Your hips surge up against his hand as you whine and just as you reach the edge, your muscles clenching, your breaths hitching, he stops, his fingers stilling inside you pausing the intensity flowing through.
A cry tears from your throat, your body twitching, slick and aching, your core screaming for release. โNot yet,โ he says, his voice calm and reassuring reveling in your desperation.
โI want you to offer more for me.โ He says. The denial is exquisite torture, filling you with such an a intense need your hips rock by force, seeking relief, but he presses a hand to your stomach, holding you firmly in place, his control absolute.
You look into his blue eyes, your gaze pleading, begging, and he watches you, unyielding, until your breathing slows, your body calming despite the throbbing ache deep inside.
Then he begins again, slower, pulling his fingers all the way out to circle your clit before dipping them back inside. He does it repeatedly, alternating the depths and speed, until your hips rock against his hand and you plead to him with soft whimpers.
When he pushes in a third finger, it shocks you to your core, the fullness pinning you in place, making you unable to move.
His fingers stretch you wide, shoving in over and over again, his movements precise, scissoring, curling, and driving you to a deeper level of sensation beyond anything youโve ever known. You choke back sobs as his thumb flicks your clit at unpredictable moments, your moans rising higher and more depraved as your body tries to lift from the mat uncontrollably
Your moans turn into high, broken whimpers and pleas, that merge together like a desperate prayer. Your need is shameless as he reshapes you, forging you into something raw and divine.
โYouโre transcending,โ he whispers, his breaths syncing with your own as he pulls his fingers from you again. The withdrawal causes a raw sob from your throat so helpless it sounds like it was torn from your soul.
You softly whimper feeling your core throb so painfully, and as a warm slick pools beneath you, your hands clutch the mat as if it could save you.
โNot yetโ he says his blue eyes glinting with approval . โNot until youโve given yourself completely.โ
His denial amplifies your need to a fever pitch, pushing you into a state of heightened awareness and everything feels intensified.
When he positions himself to take you, it is like reverence laced with divinity, a union of body and spirit as he settles above you, his cock heavy and hard, leaking with his desire.
โThis is holy,โ he says, his voice a low chant, his blue eyes locked on yours. โThis is where we become one,โ
He pushes into you slowly with shallow thrusts, letting you feel every inch, every pulse and your consciousness struggles to maintain, every push into you deeper for his devine claim.
Your breaths are short gasps, each one laced with a soft moan that breaks into a whimper. Every part of you is overstimulated and aware, your pulse thundering as your hips shiver trying to take his thrusts.
โBreathe with me,โ he says, his voice steady and calm, guiding you back to him, syncing your rhythms together. His cock nudges your cervix with every stroke, and as your body trembles your core clenches around him, teetering on the brink of release again.
He shifts angles, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder, opening you wider, his thrusts precise hitting a spot that makes you see stars on every stroke and as your walls clench around him on the verge of an orgasm he stops.
โStay with me,โ he demands, his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place and your core throbs around him, as your moans fracture into soft needy whimpers.
He thrusts in again alternating rhythms from shallow and quick, to long and deep, his hips slamming against you prolonging your pleasure for as long as he can.
Your sounds spiral, losing coherence, a cascade of breathless cries and choked sobs as you lose yourself entirely, your voice no longer yours but a primal echo of surrender.
Each thrust is a promise and a punishment, building a pressure so intense it feels like youโre consumed by the intensity.
Your body trembles uncontrollably, your slick coating your thighs as your sounds merge with his in a symphony of moans and desperate gasps.
Your consciousness fragments into a state of pure sensation, pushed beyond the limits of flesh, your mind lost in a haze of euphoria, of exhaustion, transcending the physical into a realm where pleasure blurs into divinity.
His rhythm shifts, his thumb returning to your clit, and this time he doesnโt stop. โYouโre there. Let me take you,โ he says, his thumb spiraling on your clit with relentless precision as his thrusts deepen, each one striking your core with devastating accuracy until suddenly you break.
You orgasm is cataclysmic, an inner-body experience that tears through you, your vision whiting out as your body pulsates, a raw, primal scream ripping from your throat.
Itโs more than physical, itโs spiritually binding, you see the light, you see him, his face above you like a deity forged from pleasures you canโt name. He holds you through it, his movements steady, his blue eyes locked on yours, and in that moment, heโs more than a manโheโs a god, and youโre his creation.
Your slickness drenches you both, making every thrust wet and obscene as his cock glides through your soaked folds with a rhythm thatโs profane.
His abs pull tight, muscles flexing as he holds your leg over his shoulder, his hips thrusting into you hard, each plunge driving deeper, claiming you fully and the sounds escaping his throat are so pleasurable they cause you to moan too.
His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips, bruising with need as he nears release, his cock pumping faster, his muscles flexing with strain. Then he slows, pulling his cock back, only to plunge in again at his deepest, his eyes never leaving yours.
Watching him climax is like the universe aligning, his face softening in divine ecstasy, his blonde hair falling in his face, the wing tattoos stark against his flushed skin. You pant beneath him, your body a trembling wreck, bound to him in this sacred act.
As he comes, he spills into you hit and thick his release filling up your core as your walls throb faintly unable to take anymore. His fingers splay across your stomach, grounding himself as he ruts the last few ounces into you, and his hips stutter with the force of his release.
He lowers your leg and stays close his chest heaving as his body hovers over yours one hand resting on your stomach, as if sealing what heโs given you.
Your breaths are shallow, your mind still half-lost in the haze, every touch sending aftershocks through your oversensitive nerves.
He slowly eases out of you, his cock slick and softening, leaving a warm trickle that makes you shiver.
He doesnโt pull away, instead he lays beside you drawing you closer, his arm curling around you, his lips brushing your temple in a gesture that feels both possessive and tender.
His voice is low, sated his blue eyes searching yours in the dim light. โYouโre mine now,โ He breathes his as fingers tighten slightly on your hip, grounding you in his words, his presence.
You nod, your throat tight, still reeling from the intensity. โ Iโm yours,โ you whisper, your voice raw, your body humming with the weight of what youโve become under his touch.
The candles have nearly burned out, their wax spilling like tears, and as you lie beside him and his fingers trace your shoulder, you look into his blue eyes, and you truly want to believe in his divinity.
โYou are my chosen one,โ he says, his voice serene almost worshipful โNever forget who you are becoming.โ He says placing a soft kiss to-your forehead.
The truth settles down like ash. Vernon hadnโt freed you. He bound you to him, to his touch, his words, his teachings. And the terrifying part is how much you want him, how much you see him as your salvation, even though deep down you know he will be your ruin.
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NEW ANNOUNCEMENT & NEW THEME!!!๐ฅณ๐ฅณ๐ฅณ
The Newkatz Blog has been getting very busy and creative with the requests lately, so I decided to add a new adorable monkey to our Newkatz family๐ฅฐ
Please welcome......Legend of the monkey king WUKONG 1999
I watched his show and thought he was cute and awesome so for now on to really kick off the new year I'll be writing for him as well!!!!!!
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Everyone watching K-pop Demon Hunters: WAAAAHHH THE SAJA-BOYS ARE SO HOTTTTTTT!! JINU IS PERFECT ๐คฉ ๐ฅฐ๐๐ธโญ๏ธ๐ค๐
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monโฑmoni๏ผmonitor๏ผwatch๏ผwatchieโฑwatchy๏ผwatcher๏ผsurvโฑsurve๏ผsurvey๏ผsurveil๏ผobbieโฑobby๏ผobsession๏ผperce๏ผpercyโฑpercie๏ผperception๏ผconโฑconce๏ผconcern๏ผworry๏ผlove๏ผlovely๏ผamour๏ผheart๏ผkiss๏ผknock๏ผknockyโฑknockie๏ผknocker๏ผdoor๏ผpeep๏ผpeephole๏ผmik๏ผmimiโฑkiki๏ผmikiโฑmiku๏ผward๏ผwardell๏ผmira๏ผtheora๏ผsianet๏ผwake๏ผwakeman๏ผgreg๏ผgregor๏ผgregory๏ผabsaar๏ผhector๏ผdante๏ผarezou๏ผdรฉsirรฉeโฑdรฉsirรฉ๏ผesha๏ผdesiderius๏ผnahia๏ผdilษkโฑdilek๏ผahava๏ผesme๏ผvenus๏ผaimรฉeโฑamรฉeโฑamy๏ผlev๏ผcare๏ผinayah๏ผhenny๏ผnechama๏ผsam๏ผsamantha๏ผnaima ๏ฝก
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๐คฃ๐๐๐๐ซ ๐๐๐ฅฐ๐๐คฉ๐๐โบ๏ธ๐๐๐ฅฒ๐๐๐๐คช๐๐ค๐ค๐คญ๐ซข๐ซฃ๐คซ๐ค๐ซก๐ค๐คจ๐๐ถ๐ซฅ๐ถโ๐ซ๏ธ๐๐๐๐ฌ๐คฅ๐ซจ๐โโ๏ธ๐๐๐ช๐คค๐ด๐ซฉ๐ท๐ค๐ค๐คข๐คฎ๐ฅต๐ฅถ๐ฅด๐ต๐ตโ๐ซ๐คฏ๐ค ๐ฅณ๐ฅธ๐๐ค๐ง๐๐ซค๐โน๏ธ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ณ๐ฅบ๐ฅน๐ฆ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฑ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฉ๐ซ๐ฅฑ๐ค๐ก๐ ๐คฌ๐๐ฟ๐โ ๏ธ๐ฉ๐คก๐น๐บ๐ป๐ฝ๐พ๐ค๐บ๐ธ๐น๐ป๐ผ๐ฝ๐๐ฟ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โฃ๏ธ๐โค๏ธโ๐ฅโค๏ธโ๐ฉนโค๏ธ๐ฉท๐งก๐๐๐๐ฉต๐๐ค๐ค๐ฉถ๐ค๐๐ฏ๐ข๐ฅ๐ซ๐ฆ๐จ๐ณ๏ธ๐ฌ๐๏ธโ๐จ๏ธ๐จ๏ธ๐ฏ๏ธ๐ญ๐ค๐๐ค๐๏ธโ๐๐ซฑ๐ซฒ๐ซณ๐ซด๐ซท๐ซธ๐๐ค๐คโ๏ธ๐ค๐ซฐ๐ค๐ค๐ค๐๐๐๐๐โ๏ธ๐ซต๐๐โ๐๐ค๐ค๐๐๐ซถ๐๐คฒ๐ค๐โ๏ธ๐
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๐๐๐๐ง๐๐คฆ๐คท๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโ๐๐งโ๐ซ๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโ๐พ๐งโ๐ณ๐งโ๐ง๐งโ๐ญ๐งโ๐ผ๐งโ๐ฌ๐งโ๐ป๐งโ๐ค๐งโ๐จ๐งโโ๏ธ๐งโ๐๐งโ๐๐ฎ๐ต๏ธ๐๐ฅท๐ท๐ซ
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๐คถ๐งโ๐๐ฆธ๐ฆน๐ง๐ง๐ง๐ง๐ง๐ง๐ง๐ง๐๐๐ถ๐ถโโก๏ธ๐ง๐ง๐งโโก๏ธ๐งโ๐ฆฏ๐งโ๐ฆฏโโก๏ธ๐งโ๐ฆผ๐งโ๐ฆผโโก๏ธ๐งโ๐ฆฝ๐งโ๐ฆฝโโก๏ธ๐๐โโก๏ธ๐๐บ๐ด๏ธ๐ฏ๐ง๐ง๐คบ๐โท๏ธ๐๐๏ธ๐๐ฃ๐โน๏ธ๐๏ธ๐ด๐ต๐คธ๐คผ๐คฝ๐คพ๐คน๐ง๐๐๐งโ๐คโ๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ฉโโค๏ธโ๐โ๐จ๐จโโค๏ธโ๐โ๐จ๐ฉโโค๏ธโ๐โ๐ฉ๐๐ฉโโค๏ธโ๐จ๐จโโค๏ธโ๐จ๐ฉโโค๏ธโ๐ฉ๐จโ๐ฉโ๐ฆ๐จโ๐ฉโ๐ง๐จโ๐ฉโ๐งโ๐ฆ๐จโ๐ฉโ๐ฆโ๐ฆ๐จโ๐ฉโ๐งโ๐ง๐จโ๐จโ๐ฆ๐จโ๐จโ๐ง๐จโ๐จโ๐งโ๐ฆ๐จโ๐จโ๐ฆโ๐ฆ๐จโ๐จโ๐งโ๐ง๐ฉโ๐ฉโ๐ฆ๐ฉโ๐ฉโ๐ง๐ฉโ๐ฉโ๐งโ๐ฆ๐ฉโ๐ฉโ๐ฆโ๐ฆ๐ฉโ๐ฉโ๐งโ๐ง๐จโ๐ฆ๐จโ๐ฆโ๐ฆ๐จโ๐ง๐จโ๐งโ๐ฆ๐จโ๐งโ๐ง๐ฉโ๐ฆ๐ฉโ๐ฆโ๐ฆ๐ฉโ๐ง๐ฉโ๐งโ๐ฆ๐ฉโ๐งโ๐ง๐ค๐ฅ๐ซ๐งโ๐งโ๐ง๐งโ๐งโ๐งโ๐ง๐งโ๐ง๐งโ๐งโ๐ง๐ฃ๐ซ๐ต๐๐ฆ๐ฆง๐ถ๐๐ฆฎ๐โ๐ฆบ๐ฉ๐บ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐๐โโฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐
๐๐ด๐ซ๐ซ๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆฌ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ท๐๐๐ฝ๐๐๐๐ช๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ฆฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐๐๐น๐ฐ๐๐ฟ๏ธ๐ฆซ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ป๐ปโโ๏ธ๐จ๐ผ๐ฆฅ๐ฆฆ๐ฆจ๐ฆ๐ฆก๐พ๐ฆ๐๐๐ฃ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ง๐๏ธ๐ฆ
๐ฆ๐ฆข๐ฆ๐ฆค๐ชถ๐ฆฉ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ชฝ๐ฆโโฌ๐ชฟ๐ฆโ๐ฅ๐ธ๐๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ณ๐๐ฌ๐ฆญ๐๐ ๐ก๐ฆ๐๐๐ชธ๐ชผ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฆช๐๐ฆ๐๐๐๐ชฒ๐๐ฆ๐ชณ๐ท๏ธ๐ธ๏ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ชฐ๐ชฑ๐ฆ ๐๐ธ๐ฎ๐ชท๐ต๏ธ๐น๐ฅ๐บ๐ป๐ผ๐ท๐ชป๐ฑ๐ชด๐ฒ๐ณ๐ด๐ต๐พ๐ฟโ๏ธ๐๐๐๐ชน๐ชบ๐๐ชพ๐๐๐๐๐๐โ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฅญ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐
๐ซ๐ฅ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฝ๐ถ๏ธ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ฅฌ๐ฅฆ๐ง๐ง
๐ฅ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ซ๐โ๐ซ๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ซ๐ฅจ๐ฅฏ๐ฅ๐ง๐ง๐๐๐ฅฉ๐ฅ๐๐๐๐ฅช๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ง๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ซ๐ฅฃ๐ฅ๐ฟ๐ง๐ง๐ฅซ๐ฑ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฅฎ๐ก๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฅก๐ฆ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ช๐๐ฐ๐ฅง๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ผ๐ฅโ๐ซ๐ต๐ถ๐พ๐ท๐ธ๐น๐บ๐ป๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ซ๐ฅค๐ง๐ง๐ง๐ง๐ฅข๐ฝ๏ธ๐ด๐ฅ๐ช๐ซ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐บ๏ธ๐พ๐งญ๐๏ธโฐ๏ธ๐๐ป๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐งฑ๐ชจ๐ชต๐๐๏ธ๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฃ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฉ๐ช๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐๐ผ๐ฝโช๐๐๐โฉ๏ธ๐โฒโบ๐๐๐๏ธ๐๐
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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ป๐๐๐๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐ต๐ฆฝ๐ฆผ๐บ๐ฒ๐ด๐น๐ผ๐๐ฃ๏ธ๐ค๏ธ๐ข๏ธโฝ๐๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐๐งโ๐โต๐ถ๐ค๐ณ๏ธโด๏ธ๐ฅ๏ธ๐ขโ๏ธ๐ฉ๏ธ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ช๐บ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ฐ๏ธ๐๐ธ๐๏ธ๐งณโโณโโฐโฑ๏ธโฒ๏ธ๐ฐ๏ธ๐๐ง๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐ค๐ฅ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๏ธโ๏ธ๐๐๐ชโญ๐๐ ๐โ๏ธโ
โ๏ธ๐ค๏ธ๐ฅ๏ธ๐ฆ๏ธ๐ง๏ธ๐จ๏ธ๐ฉ๏ธ๐ช๏ธ๐ซ๏ธ๐ฌ๏ธ๐๐๐โ๏ธโโฑ๏ธโกโ๏ธโ๏ธโโ๏ธ๐ง๐๐๐๐๐๐งจโจ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐งง๐๐๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐ซ๐๏ธ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅโฝโพ๐ฅ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ฅ๐ณ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ธ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ
โณ๐ฃ๐คฟ๐ฝ๐ท๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ช๐ช๐ซ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฎ๐น๏ธ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐งฉ๐งธ๐ช
๐ชฉ๐ชโ ๏ธโฅ๏ธโฆ๏ธโฃ๏ธโ๏ธ๐๐๐ด๐ญ๐ผ๏ธ๐จ๐งต๐ชก๐งถ๐ชข๐๐ถ๏ธ๐ฅฝ๐ฅผ๐ฆบ๐๐๐๐งฃ๐งค๐งฅ๐งฆ๐๐๐ฅป๐ฉฑ๐ฉฒ๐ฉณ๐๐๐ชญ๐๐๐๐๏ธ๐ฉด๐ฉด๐๐๐ฅพ๐ฅฟ๐ ๐ก๐ฉฐ๐ข๐ชฎ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐งข๐ชโ๏ธ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข๐ฃ๐ฏ๐๐๐ผ๐ต๐ถ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐ค๐ง๐ป๐ท๐ช๐ธ๐น๐บ๐ป๐ช๐ฅ๐ช๐ช๐ช๐ช๐ฑ๐ฒโ๏ธ๐๐ ๐๐๐ป๐ฅ๏ธ๐จ๏ธโจ๏ธ๐ฑ๏ธ๐ฒ๏ธ๐ฝ๐พ๐ฟ๐๐งฎ๐ฅ๐๏ธ๐ฝ๏ธ๐ฌ๐บ๐ท๐ธ๐น๐ผ๐๐๐ฏ๏ธ๐ก๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฐ๐๏ธ๐๐๐ท๏ธ๐ฐ๐ช๐ด๐ถ๐ท๐ธ๐ณ๐งพ๐นโ๏ธ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ช๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ณ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๐ผ๐๐๐๏ธ๐
๐๐๏ธ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๏ธ๐๐โ๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐๐๐๐๐๐๏ธ๐จ๐ชโ๏ธโ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ก๏ธโ๏ธ๐ฃ๐ช๐น๐ก๏ธ๐ช๐ง๐ช๐ฉโ๏ธ๐๏ธโ๏ธ๐ฆฏ๐โ๏ธโ๐ฅโ๏ธ๐ช๐งฐ๐งฒ๐ช๐ชโ๏ธ๐งช๐งซ๐งฌ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฉธ๐๐ฉน๐ฉผ๐ฉบ๐ฉป๐ช๐๐ช๐ช๐๏ธ๐๏ธ๐ช๐ฝ๐ช ๐ฟ๐๐ชค๐ช๐งด๐งท๐งน๐งบ๐งป๐ชฃ๐งผ๐ซง๐ชฅ๐งฝ๐งฏ๐๐ฌโฐ๏ธ๐ชฆโฑ๏ธ๐งฟ๐ชฌ๐ฟ๐ชง๐ชช๐ง๐ฎ๐ฐโฟ๐น๐บ๐ป๐ผ๐พ๐๐๐๐
โ ๏ธ๐ธโ๐ซ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฏ๐ฑ๐ท๐ต๐โข๏ธโฃ๏ธโฌ๏ธโ๏ธโก๏ธโ๏ธโฌ๏ธโ๏ธโฌ
๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโ๏ธโฉ๏ธโช๏ธโคด๏ธโคต๏ธ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โ๏ธ๐๏ธโก๏ธโธ๏ธโฏ๏ธโ๏ธโฆ๏ธโช๏ธโฎ๏ธ๐๐ฏ๐ชฏโโโโโโโโโโโโโ๐๐๐โถ๏ธโฉโญ๏ธโฏ๏ธโ๏ธโชโฎ๏ธ๐ผโซ๐ฝโฌโธ๏ธโน๏ธโบ๏ธโ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ฆ๐
๐๐ถ๐๐ณ๐ดโ๏ธโ๏ธโง๏ธโ๏ธโโโ๐ฐโพ๏ธโผ๏ธโ๏ธโโโโใฐ๏ธ๐ฑ๐ฒโ๏ธโป๏ธโ๏ธ๐ฑ๐๐ฐโญโ
โ๏ธโ๏ธโโโฐโฟใฝ๏ธโณ๏ธโด๏ธโ๏ธยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธโข๏ธ๐ซ#๏ธโฃ*๏ธโฃ0๏ธโฃ1๏ธโฃ2๏ธโฃ3๏ธโฃ5๏ธโฃ6๏ธโฃ8๏ธโฃ9๏ธโฃ๐๐ก๐ข๐ฃ๐ค๐
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And remember, kids: the death of the human race is nigh!! :D
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