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⠀⠀⠀𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄⠀⠀⠀𝗃𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇⠀⠀⠀──⠀⠀⠀𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌⠀⠀⠀୨ৎ

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୨ৎ 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘──────── 𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝗂 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐. 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 — 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 ｡ ｡ ｡ est. 2010

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ֹ    ❜    ｡ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ( ꢾ꣒ ) : 𝒲 𝖧 𝖮 𝖨 𝖲 ──── 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗬𝗦𝗗𝗢𝗟𝗟 ?

she/her 21 intj taurus slytherclaw erudite

𝖧𝗂𝗂 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝖨’𝗆 𝗋𝗈𝗋𝗈, 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 !! 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍! 𝖣𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾! ໒꒰ྀི ˃ ∩∩ ˂ ꒱ྀི১

𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 ` 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇

𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 ` 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅

𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 ` 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅

𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 @wintfleur

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ꨄ︎ 𝗠𝗬 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦.

O1 ` 𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗜𝗘𝗦 & 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪𝗦.

𝗆𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗀𝗎𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖺𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗇𝗈𝗐 & 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟢𝟢 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗄𝗒𝗎!. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖽 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈��𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗅𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗃𝗎𝗃𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗎 𝗄𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗏𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗌

O2 ` 𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗦 & 𝗙𝗜��𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦

𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗂𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗐𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗓𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇𝖾 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗒𝗅 𝖽𝗂𝗑𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗁𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝗄𝗃𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖻𝗒 𝖻𝗂𝗅𝖻𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗄𝗒𝗅𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗅𝗋𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗁𝖾𝗅 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗑𝗂𝗆𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖿 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗅𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗄𝖺𝗁 𝗆𝗂𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗅𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗁 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 & 𝗉𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗆 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗐𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗄𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗀𝖺̊𝗋𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝖿𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗄𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽

O3 ` 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖

𝟧𝗌𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗏𝗋𝗂𝗅 𝗅𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 + 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗐𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗉 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖼 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝖺𝗇 𝗃𝖾𝗍𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝖾𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗅𝗒𝗄𝗄𝖾 𝗅𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗓𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗆𝖺 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗓 𝖺𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖾𝗄𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇 + 𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝗉𝗈𝗉 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗌

O4 ` 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗥𝗢 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗦

𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗁𝗅 𝖿𝟣 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂 𝟢.𝟧 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝗉𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗇𝗈𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗒𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌

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𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒: 𝖺𝗇 𝖠𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗎𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 ‘𝖶𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋’ 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽’𝗌 𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗈𝗇. 𝖬𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖳𝗒𝗅𝖺, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟧! 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍-𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌—𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗅𝖾. “𝖬𝖾, 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗇? 𝖦𝗂𝗋𝗅, 𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾!” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖧&𝖬’𝗌 𝖲𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟧 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗇.

“𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 ‘𝖳𝗒𝗅𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗌’ 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖨𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌 ‘𝖳𝗒𝗅𝖺’!” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌.

𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋—𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖳𝗒𝗅𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗂𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗒. 𝖥𝖪𝖠 𝖳𝗐𝗂𝗀𝗌, 𝖢𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖯𝗈𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗄, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖨𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗂 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖲𝖺𝗆 𝖱𝗈𝖼𝗄'𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖠𝗅𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝖬𝗈𝗒𝖺'𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗆. 𝖧𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝖠-𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖳𝗒𝗅𝖺’𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗇’𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋-𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾. 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖠𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇-𝖨𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗂𝖼 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍-𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾. “𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝖠𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋—𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇!” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾.

𝖨𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾, 𝖳𝗒𝗅𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖧&𝖬 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌: 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗅 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝖻𝖾. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗉𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋.

𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗌! 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗓𝗓𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝟤𝟢 𝖺𝗍 𝖧&𝖬.𝖼𝗈𝗆.

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ֹ    ❜    ｡ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ( ꢾ꣒ ) : 𝒲 𝖧 𝖮 𝖨 𝖲 ──── 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗙𝗟𝗘𝗨𝗥𝗦 ?

she/her 21 intj taurus slytherclaw erudite

𝖧𝗂𝗂 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝖨’𝗆 𝗋𝗈𝗋𝗈, 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 !! 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍! 𝖣𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾! ໒꒰ྀི ˃ ∩∩ ˂ ꒱ྀི১

𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 ` 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇

𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 ` 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅

𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 ` 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅

𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡s @carmysdoll @tsukiflwr

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O1 ` 𝗙𝟭 & 𝗡𝗛𝗟

𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂 𝗆𝖺𝗑 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗓 & 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗃 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝖿𝗄𝗈𝗏𝗌𝗄ý 𝖺𝗋𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗑𝗁𝖾𝗄𝖺𝗃 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝗈𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗈𝗇

O2 ` 𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗜𝗘𝗦 & 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪𝗦.

𝗆𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗀𝗎𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖺𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗇𝗈𝗐 & 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟢𝟢 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗄𝗒𝗎!. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖽 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗅𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗃𝗎𝗃𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗎 𝗄𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗏𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗌

O3 ` 𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗦 & 𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦

𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗂𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗐𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗓𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇𝖾 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗒𝗅 𝖽𝗂𝗑𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗁𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝗄𝗃𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖻𝗒 𝖻𝗂𝗅𝖻𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗄𝗒𝗅𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗅𝗋𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗁𝖾𝗅 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗑𝗂𝗆𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖿 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗅𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖺 ���𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗄𝖺𝗁 𝗆𝗂𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗅𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗁 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 & 𝗉𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗆 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗐𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗄𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗀𝖺̊𝗋𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝖿𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗄𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽

O4 ` 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖

𝟧𝗌𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗏𝗋𝗂𝗅 𝗅𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 + 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗐𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗉 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖼 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝖺𝗇 𝗃𝖾𝗍𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝖾𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗅𝗒𝗄𝗄𝖾 𝗅𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗓𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗆𝖺 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗓 𝖺𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖾𝗄𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇 + 𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝗉𝗈𝗉 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗌

O5 ` 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗥𝗢 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗦

𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗁𝗅 𝖿𝟣 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂 𝟢.𝟧 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝗉𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗇𝗈𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗒𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗍

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𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗐𝗇𝗂𝖾! 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗍𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌. 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇 – 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗐𝗌! 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋. 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾! 𝗁𝖻𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗌.

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𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝗺𝐞, 𝑴𝒂’𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈, 𝐘𝗼𝐮 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥 | 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝗌𝗂𝗑.

𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁: 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽’𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋? 𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗒/𝗇 𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝗒𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗂’𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗒𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒’𝗌 𝗑 𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒!𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗒. 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒. 𝗃𝖺𝗄𝖾 & 𝗇𝖾𝗒𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝗇𝖾𝗍𝖾��𝖺𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾. 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇-𝖽𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐. 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝖺’𝗏𝗂 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 (𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍)

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟪,𝟩𝗄

𝗮.𝗻: 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗂 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽: “𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙” 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗅 𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝗈𝗍𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍. 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅. 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗑, 𝗂 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗒’𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅. 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂’𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗂’𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙥𝙭𝙞̀ 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 :)

𝗻𝗮’𝘃𝗶 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲: 𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗿𝘂: 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗋𝗒 | 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝘁𝘅𝗮: 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 | 𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗺: 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽 | 𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗵𝗶̀: 𝖻𝗂𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾; 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 | 𝗺𝗮’𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗻: 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗇 | 𝘁𝘀𝗺𝘂𝗸𝗲: 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 | (𝗺𝗮’) 𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘁𝘀𝘆𝗶̀𝗽: (𝗆𝗒) 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 | 𝗜𝗸𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗮: 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇; 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝖭𝖺’𝗏𝗂 | 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘂: 𝖽𝖺𝖽 (𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆) | 𝗺𝗮’𝗶𝘁𝗲: 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 | 𝘁𝘀𝗮𝗺𝘀𝗶𝘆𝘂: 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗋 | 𝗢𝗲𝗹 𝗻𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶 𝗸𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗶𝗲: 𝖨 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 | 𝘀𝗮’𝗻𝗼𝗸: 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 | 𝘁𝘀𝗮𝗵𝗲𝘆𝗹𝘂: 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖽 | 𝘁𝘀𝗺𝘂𝗸𝗮𝗻: 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 | 𝘀𝗮’𝗻𝘂: 𝗆𝗎𝗆 (𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆) | 𝗺𝗮’𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴: 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽

𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 || 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗉𝗑𝗂̀ 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽: 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝗌𝗂𝗑 || 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

          That night, as the night sky settles outside of High Camp, Jake paces back and forth into the family pod, running a hand through his hair and over his face. Lines of fatigue crease his features, crinkles of worry ever so present in the corner of his eyes. For the first time since he landed on Pandora, nearly two decades ago, he does not know what to do. A father’s duty is to protect his family, but as the Olo’yektan of the Omatikaya People, he must also protect the People. As he looks outside through the crack in the flaps of the tent, he sighs and lets his thoughts wander to his daughter.

         When Norm came earlier, with Max, he had assured him that Y/N did not suffer from any internal injuries or broken bones. Jake had let out a relieved sigh then, but why wasn’t she waking up?

         Jake thinks of his daughter, and the memories of her, as he sits outside, looking out to the stars in the eclipse’s sky before the tears come. It blurs his vision, turns his breath short as his chest heaves and falls in painful movements. His heart squeezes beneath his ribcage, almost suffocating him as the worry grows in his mind. He feels helpless, unable to help his daughter. He failed in his duties as a father towards his daughter; he failed to protect her, the one thing he’d sworn to do the very night she was born and he held her for the first time, unaware that his first-born son awaited for him sixteen minutes after her.

         Jake cannot fail again. He must protect his family from the Sky People, even if it means to leave the rainforest and seek uturu someplace else. He knows Neytiri does not agree with this, but he must protect his fortress.

         Each intake of air becomes more painful and burns his throat, and Jake is unable to keep his focus on something. The Olo’yektan who always seemed sure of himself, who’s always known what to do, guided by his fierce muntxa and the Tsahìk by his side, crumbles under the weight of fear on his shoulders.

         Lost in his thoughts, and in the panic that settles in his mind, Jake does not notice it when Neytiri comes to sit beside him, her tail wrapping itself around his midriff. He does not move, not until Neytiri’s hand is on his cheek, softly turning his head towards her. He inhales shakily, remorses and uncertainty hidden behind the glow of his yellow eyes.

         “What is it, ma’Jake?” Neytiri asks, her voice soft.

         She attempts a smile, but the frown on her muntxa’s forehead lets her know it is of no use. She caresses his cheek instead, the pad of her thumb rubbing over his cheekbone in gentle strokes, and her heart flutters when he leans into her touch, grabbing onto her wrist to keep himself grounded.

         “I failed her…” Jake says, voice breaking as he speaks. “I have failed our daughter…”

         “Our daughter has a strong heart, ma’Jake.” Neytiri’s voice is comforting, soft. “You did not fail her. She is here with us. She is safe.”

         “I thought we lost her, Neytiri. I thought we lost her…”

         Jake closes his eyes, breathing deeply, and the memories of when he found Y/N come back, imprinting themselves onto his retinas as a haunting memory of what he believes to be his failure. Neytiri’s hand on his cheek grounds him, and when he opens his eyes again, she is looking at him with her head tilted and her muscle brows pulled together in a frown. He knows there is no point in hiding anything to her, because she can see through him like an open book. He takes a deep breath, looking past her shoulder to the Tsahìk’s tent where Y/N rests, before he speaks again.

         “When I found Neteyam,” he starts to explain, “he told me he could not feel her; that he could not feel her pain anymore. He was holding onto her so tight his knuckles became white. He was cradling her, shielding her from anyone with his body. He almost did not want me to take her…” A pause. Jake inhales sharply while Neytiri holds her breath. “When I held her in my arms, when I held Y/N… I could barely see her chest moving. I was not sure she was alive. I thought… I thought we would be burying our daughter tonight…”

          Jake crumbles down as soon as the last words leave his lips, and silent sobs rack through his body. It is unlike him to fall apart in front of Neytiri, let alone in front of everyone. He is Toruk Makto, the mighty warrior who led the clans to victory against the Sky People, and crying is not in the nature of Toruk Makto.

         But tonight… Tonight, Toruk Makto, Olo’yektan of the Omatikaya People, is simply Jake Sully, a father and a husband, afraid to see his family torn apart by the same species he has tried to bury deep within him. Tonight, Jake sheds the mantle of Toruk Makto, and lets himself be vulnerable in front of his mate. He doesn’t hold back the tears that come flooding his waterline, nor does he hide his pain. He bears it bare, with his heart in his hands as he lets out all the worry and fear burdening him. He lets himself be a father, a father afraid and uncertain of whether his daughter will wake up.

         Neytiri watches with tears in her eyes as Jake wears his emotions on his arms, the first time he’s done so since she’s met him. She can only offer him comfort, the grip of her tail tightening around Jake’s midriff as she wraps her arms around his shoulders. And when his arms find refuge around her waist, she lets the tears fall. She allows the fear and the pain to leave her, relieving her body of an unbearable weight. And under the eclipse’s sky and the bright stars scattered across, they hold each other close in comfort, numbing the pain and the fear of nearly losing a child.

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          That night, after High Camp falls asleep, Neteyam sneaks out of the family pod, and stealthily makes his way to the Tsahìk’s tent where he knows his twin sister rests. The waytelem that hangs from the string of his loincloth hits his thigh softly, and he finds himself holding a blue bead between his fingers, fiddling with it. He thinks of its significance, the birth of his twin sister just sixteen minutes before him, and he hears the song sung by his mother, a distant echo of an old memory he did not know he had.

          When he reaches his grandmother’s healing tent, he pulls the flaps open and sneaks inside, his eyes falling onto Y/N, covered under thick blankets to keep her body warm. Neteyam smiles to himself, the pain now a phantom ache on his side, and he knows his grandmother’s healing paste is working.

          Slowly, he lays beside his twin sister, his tail instinctively going around her waist above the blankets. It is a habit he’s kept since they were infants, a gesture of comfort to one another. He remembers the first time he’s done so, when on a quiet eclipse, thunder suddenly boomed across the sky and Y/N flinched in her sleep beside him, waking him up in the process. He’d found her whimpering in her sleep as fear slowly crept under his skin, until he realized what it was that she was scared of, when a lightning bolt brightened the eclipse sky. He had wrapped his tail around her waist then, pulling her close to him, and his body relaxed as a wave of comfort brought both of their bodies peace for the remainder of the night.

          Neteyam rolls closer to Y/N, his chest pressed against her arm that lays flat beside her, and he draps an arm over her stomach, relishing in the way it would rise and fall slowly, a sign that air was flowing through her lungs. His eyes focus on the tanhì across his sister’s face, connecting them together in his mind as they glow softly under the dim light of the healing tent. From time to time, his gaze stops on the different cuts and bruises he can see on Y/N’s body, and his heart aches at the sight. Even if he has the slightest idea of what has happened, he still wonders about what she’s had to go through with the Sky People.

          Lost in thoughts, and with sleep slowly consuming him, Neteyam does not notice it when his grandmother steps inside the healing tent to check on Y/N.

          Mo’at smiles when she sees her grandchildren together, Neteyam having fallen asleep beside his twin. She grabs a blanket that lays around somewhere and drapes it over her grandson, providing him with some warmth to keep him asleep through the night. She knows of Jake’s plan to leave the rainforest and, as much as it pains her to see her family leaving, she knows it is for the best. To protect the People until the Sky People leave Pandora for good. But it does not mean her heart does not break, to think of her family having to flee, in order to protect the rest of them. So, for as long as she is able to, she will bask into the sight of her grandchildren together, until their voices and laughter becomes a memory set in stone in her mind.

          When morning comes, Neteyam wakes up with the sun rays caressing his face, and a cold empty space beside him. When he realizes it, he sits up abruptly, eyes wide and frantic as he looks around. He is in his grandmother’s Tsahik tent, that he knows for certain, but he was also certain that his unconscious twin sister laid beside him when he involuntarily fell asleep last eclipse. He tugs at his braids, breath becoming heavier as he searches for his twin. How did she leave? Did she ever leave at all? Did they not get her back from the Sky People at Bridgehead? Numerous questions slither their way into his brain, as his breathing pattern quickens and tears linger at his waterline.

          He takes a trembling breath, grounding himself as he closes his eyes, and he pushes the anxiety back until he no longer feels it. Instead, he focuses on the numbing pain that settles on his right side, and the tingles that litter his arms and chest. His sister is awake. He knows she is, because he feels her pain. It does not hurt as much, more comforting than anything else, and the wave of peace that fills him lets him know that Y/N is fine. What worries him, however, is not knowing where she has run off to, especially as she is wounded and not fully healed.

          Neteyam stays still for a minute, gathering his thoughts, and when it dwells on her that his sister no longer is inside the Tsahìk’s tent, panic flashes in his irises, and he rushes outside to find his parents. His long legs carry him faster than his mind can comprehend, looking anywhere but in front of him, and his body collides full-force into another taller and stronger frame.

          “Neteyam? What is wrong?”

          He recognizes his father’s voice before he sees him, and he almost wishes he didn’t lift his head up to look at Jake. Because Jake knows his son, and as soon as he sees the tears in his eyes, panic fills his mind like a tidal wave. He sees Neteyam’s lips quiver as his mouth opens and closes without any word coming out of it, and Jake has to firmly press his hands into his son’s shoulders to keep him focused.

          “S-she’s gone…” Neteyam stutters out, his father’s hands grounding him. “Y/N… s-she’s gone!”

          “What do you mean, ‘gone’?”

          Jake asks, voice cracking under the pressure and the fear that makes home in his chest. His eyes, usually hard as stone and cold, soften upon seeing Neteyam’s distress, and he tries his best to hide his own rising anxiety.

          “S-she… she was asleep sir, I swear she was, last eclipse.” Neteyam rambles, panic dripping from his voice. “I-I saw her b-but then I woke up, and s-she’s gone. Y/N’s gone!”

          Jake glanced past his son’s shoulder towards the Tsahìk’s tent, brows pulled together in confusion. He’s seen his daughter before the last eclipse, when Norm came to check on her for any internal bleeding or broken bones. He’d said there wasn’t anything, but that Y/N would not regain consciousness for a few days.

          When Jake looks back at his eldest son, he sees the tears rolling down Neteyam’s cheeks. He’s rarely ever seen his eldest cry, neither of the twins ever did cry in front of him and Neytiri. Of course they did, when they were infants, but they stopped crying in front of their parents when they first began their training as warriors of the clan.

          Jake swallows the growing lump that forms in his throat, as the realization settles in his mind. He has been too hard on his kids, always asking his eldests to set an example for his youngest, to keep an eye on Lo’ak to keep him out of trouble. He realizes now, that either Neteyam or Y/N always took the blame for Lo’ak, to protect him from their father’s angry scolds and stares. It is the first time in years that Jake sees his first-born son cry, and he is completely clueless as to what to do. Instinctively though, his arms go around Neteyam’s shoulders, and he brings him closer to his chest, one hand resting behind his son’s head. He takes a deep breath, chest rising and falling slowly with the action, and he looks down on Neteyam with a soft stare.

          “What do you feel, ma’itan?” Jake asks, wondering about the twin connection between Neteyam and Y/N. “What are your tsmuke’s emotions?”

          Neteyam shakes his head, sniffling. He can sense her pain, but it’s a phantom sensation now; it doesn’t hurt as much as it did the previous day. His arms, chest and thighs tingle where his sister has cuts and bruises on her skin, but it isn’t as uncomfortable as it was when he found her in Bridgehead.

          He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, tilting his head as he focuses on the emotions that travel through his body. He pushes down the anxiety that rises up his throat, searching deep down for the pull that connects him to Y/N. When he finds it, tugging at his heartstrings like a warm embrace, he smiles, and he focuses on it. He feels the warmth that spreads from it, the soft tingling that flutters into the pit of his stomach, and a wave of calmness submerges him, encompassing the anxiety until it’s no longer traveling through every muscle. His lips curve into a soft smile without him knowing it, and his eyes flutter open to look at his father.

          “She is happy.” Neteyam smiles, sighing. “At peace. She isn’t hurting much anymore. Not like yesterday. B-but… I don’t know where she is…”

          Jake lets out a breath he did not know he was holding, eyes fluttering shut in relief upon hearing his son’s words. His daughter is awake, and seemingly well. At peace, like Neteyam has said. But the worry is ever present in Jake’s mind, thinking back on his daughter’s injuries and the gunshot wound that is still healing on her side. What if it reopens and she starts bleeding again? And what if it bleeds again and he isn’t there to make sure she does not bleed out to death? She has already lost so much blood, and he cannot risk losing her. He cannot.

          Jake untangles his arms from around his son’s shoulders, and he looks past his own shoulder when he hears soft footsteps behind him. Neytiri stands there, a couple feet away from them, with her brow muscles pulled together in concern as she gazes up at her eldest son and the tears that stick on his cheeks. Her eyes then find those of her muntxa, and she reads the anxiety that hides behind his glowing yellow irises. She takes a deep breath as she approaches them both, resting a hand on Jake’s shoulders.

          “What is it ma’Jake?” She asks him, worry laced in her words.

          “Our itetsyìp is awake.”

          Jake lets out a breath as he says so, his lips curving into a thin-lipped smile across his features. He fully turns towards Neytiri, and he places his hands on each side of her face, thumbs brushing across her cheekbones.

          “Our itetsyìp is awake.” Jake repeats, as the realization settles in.

          “Where is she?” Neytiri asks, letting out a breath. “Where is she?”

          Neteyam shakes his head when Neytiri looks at him, and she tilts her head in confusion when she glances back at Jake.

          Jake takes a deep breath, eyes fluttering close in thoughts, and memories of his first-born daughter come flooding his mind. He smiles to himself when he remembers the first time she’s ever held a bow and learned to fire her arrows, or when she and Neteyam got into an argument that resulted in both of them scraping their knees and twisting their right ankle. Then, he remembers a moment, when he was alone with Y/N before she had to pass her Iknimaya.

          They were sitting under the Tree of Voices, surrounded by blue and purple shades from the glowing tendrils falling from the tree around them. He sits beside her as she looks down at her hands in her lap, fiddling with her fingers. He sees the lines on her forehead, a distinct sign of her being anxious or worried. He has a vague idea of why she would be in such a state, but he wants to hear her say it.

          “What is wrong, babygirl?” He asks her, nudging her side softly. “Tell me what’s going on in that pretty mind of yours.”

          Y/N heaves out a sigh, shaking her head. She sniffles, wiping her nose with the palm of her hand, before she looks up into her father’s eyes, and Jake can see the fear lingering beneath her glowing yellow orbs.

          “What if I am not strong enough, sempu?” She asks, voice breaking slightly. “What if I’m not strong like Neteyam, and I can’t pass through it? Will I be cast out from the clan?”

          Jake smiles softly, brushing some braids away from his daughter’s face before he caresses her cheek, stroking her warm skin with his thumb.

          “Dad, what if I am not good enough for this?”

          Y/N lets out a frustrated sigh at that, moving her face from her father’s touch and lowering it to look at the ground. Jake frowns, brows pulled together and creasing a line on his forehead as the gears turn in his mind. He does not know what to say, so instead he pulls her closer by wrapping his arms around her shoulders. He smiles when she rests her head against his chest, and he dips his head down to kiss the crown of her head.

          “You are ready, ma’ite.” Jake whispers, rubbing circles into the skin of her upper arm. “You are the strongest tsamsiyu amongst the Na’vi of your age. You managed to take your ikran faster than Neteyam ever did, and I have seen you when you had your first clean kill. You will do just fine, babygirl.”

          “I-I don’t know, dad…”

          “Ma’ite.”

          Jake whispers, cradling Y/N’s face in his hands to make her look at him. He rubs his thumbs across her cheeks, eyes boring into hers and he sees his little girl again, the one he held in his arms whenever she’s had a nightmare. He smiles, and his hands settle on her shoulders, giving them a firm squeeze.

          “Oel ngati kameie, Y/N.” Jake says with a smile. “I see you, my daughter.”

          Y/N smiles then, wrapping her arms around her father’s neck as all her worries vanish from her buzzing mind, relishing in the presence of her father next to her.

          Jake smiles and blinks several times when he is pulled out from memory lane by Neytiri shaking him gently. He tilts his head, raising a brow, before his eyes fall onto the worried state of his eldest son.

          “I may have an idea of where your sister has gone to.”

—

          There is beauty to a child’s innocence, but innocence once lost can never be regained, and the Sully family would soon learn it the hard way.

          Y/N lays under the Tree of Voices when Jake finds her. Her eyes are closed, but he cannot tell whether she is asleep or unconscious until he sees her fingers twitch against her chest. Her skin is littered with cuts and bruises, and the gunshot wound on her abdomen is still covered with the green paste Mo’at had applied during last eclipse.

          Jake smiles upon seeing her, and he kneels down to sit beside her resting figure, legs crossed. He puts his gun down next to him and pulls his visor up on his forehead, before he brings one hand to caress his daughter’s cheek.

          Y/n’s eyes snap open, and her hand flies to Jake’s wrist in a heartbeat, squeezing to push the hand away from her face. Jake is slow to react, watching as his daughter scrambles to her feet and stands panting, hands on her knees. Her body shakes, and her frantic eyes keep looking around until they land on him and she tilts her head in confusion. Jake raises his hands and arms up in defense, heart squeezing in his chest at the thought of Y/N being afraid of him.

          “Hey babygirl, it’s me. Dad.” Jake whispers, taking a step towards Y/N. “I’m not gonna hurt you ma’ite. You are safe here, it’s just us.”

          Y/N shakes her head, blinking several times to keep her tears at bay until she can’t anymore and they roll down her cheeks like waterfalls. Her chest heaves up and down rapidly with the shallow breaths that leave through her lips. She takes a step back every time Jake tries to step closer to her, and she raises a trembling hand in warning, hoping he’d stop walking towards her. She flinches when her palm is pressed against his chest, and she can feel his heart beating behind his ribcage. Her eyes widen at the touch, and she hurries to take her hand off of his chest, but Jake is quicker this time, and he wraps his slender fingers around her wrist, pressing her hand back against his chest as he steps closer.

          His eyes soften when he notices just how much her body is trembling, and the never-ending tears that roll down her cheeks. He wonders then, about the things that go on inside his daughter’s head, and how he can help her ease her mind. He offers her a soft smile, tilting his head as he does so, and he watches as her brow muscles pull together into a confused frown.

          Jake usually sees how much Y/N resembles her twin brother, but all he can see now is the fear that hides behind her frantic yellow irises, the quiver of her lips as sobs break through and shake her entire body. He sees how her knees buckle under her weight, and he is quick enough to hold her against his side as she crumbles under the weight on her shoulders. He sits the both of them down on the mossy ground, under the glowing tendrils that provide blue and purple shades of light, and he presses a hand against her face as she rests it against his chest. He stays like this with her for a while, waiting until her sobs tone down to quiet sniffles, and he looks down on her when she pushes herself from him.

          “I-is this real?” Y/N dares to ask, lips trembling. “A-are you real? A-am I not d-dreaming?”

         Y/N puts distance between her and Jake, scurrying a couple feet away from him, but she keeps herself seated on the ground. She fiddles with her fingers in her lap as she looks up to the tree of Voices, the tears now silently rolling down her already moist cheeks. Soft hiccups leave her chest whenever she takes a breath, and although he knows she is hurting, Jake cannot help the smile that curves his lips upward when he is reminded of a time when she was younger and suffered a bad case of hiccups. She’d come up to him, pouting and with her cat-like nose scrunched up, body shaking with each hiccup that left her lips.

         The reality of the situation catches up to him when Y/N inhales sharply, and Jake looks up to see his daughter pressing a hand against her right side, hissing softly at her touch. His ears flatten against his scalp, and he scouts over closer to her, gently taking her hand in his to take a look at her injury.

         “Is it… Is it supposed to hurt, if I am with the Great Mother now?”

         Y/N’s voice catches Jake off of guard, and he lifts his head up to look at her. It is as if the tears were never there, although he can still see the moist trails staining her cheeks, but instead of a pout, he finds her smiling at him, the sharp edge of her fangs slipping through her slightly parted lips.

         “W-what?”

         Jake breathes out in disbelief. Did she think she was dead and he was seeing her through his connection with the tree of Voices?

         When he sees she is watching him with an expectant gaze, he sighs and lowers his head to glance down at her gunshot wound to make sure it isn’t infected and that it is healing properly. He shakes his head then, after mulling over her question over and over, and his hands find hers, squeezing them softly.

         “You are not with the Great Mother, ma’ite.” Jake whispers, afraid that if he spoke too loud he would scare her. “This is not a dream babygirl. This,” he points between them both, “is real. I am real, and you are real.”

         A breath gets caught up in Y/N’s throat, lips quivering as she looks up to the man before her. She recognizes him as a face from her circle of acquaintances. His eyes, slightly smaller than a real Na’vi’s, the dark eyebrows and the tanhì littered across his face, are all familiar to her, but she cannot put a name to the warming smile that adorns his face. She wants to, because she can tell that the man knows her, and that he cares for her, but his name is stuck somewhere in the gray areas of her head; memories she cannot access.

         Jake seems to notice this, from the way her brow muscles pull together and crease a frown on her forehead. He sees her cat-like nose scrunching up in deep thought, the same way it always did when she got worried or heavily thinking. He smiles softly, tilting his head, and he brings one hand up to caress her cheek, brushing his thumb across the tanhì splattered on her skin in the shape of a star. He finds it ironic, how he came from a star, the Earth, and how his first-born child, his daughter, got graced with a tanhì-shaped star on her cheek. Still, he smiles at the detail, wiping away the tears that roll under his thumb, and his other hand comes up to cradle her face.

         “Tell me what’s going on in that pretty mind of yours, babygirl.” Jake says.

         Y/N’s eyes widen at his words, and a wave of memories come crashing at the front of her mind. She trips backwards, but Jake is there to hold her back with his hands going down on her upper arms, and she blinks away the tears that linger at her waterline.

         She remembers being in the forest as the rain started to pour, and she remembers the stinging pain at the base of her neck where her queue connects with her head. As the memory rushes back to her forefront, one of her hands instinctively flies to her queue, gripping it softly when the phantom pain rises. She remembers her mother’s call and the arrow flying through the air before lodging itself in an avatar’s head. She remembers Kiri and Spider running away, and she remembers getting Tuktirey up before Lo’ak came and urged them to go forward. She remembers a missile exploding behind her and making her lose her balance, blacking out.

         And it comes back to her, the way Quaritch had spoken to her and how the Sky People threatened her family; the gunshot wound on her side and the men dressed in white blouses, cutting her skin and poking needles through her veins to draw blood until she’d pass out. And she remembers Eywa, as she watched down onto her family, and the words the Great Mother had spoken to her.

         A trembling breath leaves her lips, and she lets the tears fall down her cheeks in slow cascades of water as her yellow orbs land on the figure before her. Her heart squeezes in her chest, pounding behind her ribcage as the man’s features become a comforting familiarity.

         “D-dad?”

         Y/N cries out, and as soon as the single word leaves her lips, Jake lets out a relieved laugh, wrapping his arms around her shoulders to bring her close to him. He tightens his grip on her when she buries her face in the crook of his neck, and her arms wrap around his midriff in a tight lock. Her tears soak his skin, sobs shaking her body, but Jake keeps his arms tightly secure around her, holding her until she calms down. Her body suddenly goes rigid against him, and Y/N uses all the strength she has left to push herself from her father.

         Tears still roll silently down her cheeks; her muscle brows are pinched together in a deep frown on her forehead, and her nose is scrunched up as she sniffles. Her wide eyes, glowing green under the lights from the tree of Voices’ tendrils, frantically look around. Jake can see the fear and the worry settle behind his daughter’s irises, and he gently takes a hold of her forearms, his strong yet soft grip making her focus her eyes onto him.

          “What is it babygirl?” He asks her, voice soft.

         “A-are they safe?” Y/N stutters out, tears streaming down her face. “A-are my siblings safe?” The fear rises beneath her skin. “Please, dad! Please, tell me they are safe! I’m sorry! I’m sorry I couldn’t… I’m sorry I couldn’t protect them… Please, tell me they’re safe! Please…”

         Jake’s heart squeezes within his chest upon hearing his daughter’s rambles and her apologies. He unwillingly lets the tears at his waterline roll down his cheeks as he wraps his arms around Y/N’s shoulders and brings her closer to his chest. He cradles the back of her head with one hand when her cheek is pressed against his skin, and he brings his lips to the crown of her head. Rocking back and forth until her cries die down, he rubs his free hand up and down her back, drawing circles on her skin once in a while when he reaches the middle of her spine.

         “Your siblings are safe, ma’ite, thanks to you.” Jake whispers, and he feels the tip of her ears brush against his face. “They are with your sa’nok and your grandmother, unharmed. You did protect them, my strong daughter.”

         A sob breaks through Y/N’s lips, and her arms snake around her father’s midriff before she hugs him tightly, and Jake almost feels the air being knocked out of his chest from her strength. His hands stay on her back and head until her body stops trembling and her grip loosens around him, and he moves them to cup her face when she pulls away from him, sniffling. With his thumbs, he wipes away the remaining tears that stain her cheeks, and his heart flutters when she leans into his touch, eyelids dripping for a second as she revels into the warmth of his touch on her skin.

         “I-I died, didn’t I sempu?” Y/N asks, looking up to her father.

         Jake heaves out a trembling breath as he brushes a strand of braided hair away from his daughter’s face, tucking it behind her ear. He can see many things swirling behind her irises, but he looks for the innocence for which his daughter is known amongst the People. His heart breaks when he cannot find it, and he wonders about the things she is hiding from him. He knows she will not tell him, because she is her father’s daughter, and he never told of his struggles to anyone after his career in the Marines ended on Earth. He hates it, that his daughter is so much like him in that aspect, keeping her emotions and thoughts to herself.

         “You did babygirl.” Jake admits in a whisper, at last. He takes a breath, deep and slow. “But the Great Mother has given us a second chance together. I will not fail you again, ma’ite.”

         Y/N shakes her head, processing her father’s words as trembling breaths leave her chest. Her hands find her father’s, and she squeezes them gently, the ghost of a smile gracing her features for a millisecond.

         “You did not fail me dad.” Y/N says softly. “I chose to protect my siblings, like you taught me to.”

         “You died, Y/N.” Jake breathes out in disbelief, as if his daughter hadn’t heard him. “Y/N. You died. You died and I could not do anything about it. I thought we would have to bury you last night!”

         Y/N blinks at her father’s outburst, eyes widening slightly when she sees the tears that begin to roll down his cheeks in slow cascades. She had died, and her father, the mighty Olo’yektan of the Omatikaya People, thought it had been his fault.

         “N-Neteyam?” Y/N breathes out, voice shaking.

         Jake knows instantly what his daughter is thinking, and he shakes his head. He keeps rubbing his thumbs across her cheeks softly as she grips onto his wrists, her nails slowly digging into his skin.

         “Is he… is he okay?” She asks, breathless.

         Jake inhales sharply. He does not know whether he should tell her. Neteyam’s face flashes back in his mind as he thinks of the moment when he found his eldest son cradling his twin sister’s limp body in his arms, shielding her from harm with his own body, tears rolling down his cheeks. He remembers his son’s broken voice as he whispered his pleas to the Great Mother, his words a haunting echo in the back of Jake’s mind.

I can’t feel her sempu. Her pain… It’s all gone.

         Jake remembers those words all too well, and his body is racked with a sob, making his daughter pull away from him and look up to him with a frown on her beautiful, unharmed face. He cannot help but chuckle through the tears when he sees the way her nose is scrunched up, and how it forms crinkles in the corners of her teary eyes. He caresses the side of her face with one hand, fingers lingering under her chin, before he takes a deep breath.

         “Your brother…” Jake breathes out. “He is the one who’s found you, at Bridgehead. I came a bit after, and he was shielding your body with his own, to protect you. I…” A pause. “I did not understand why, until Neteyam looked up to me, and he told me he couldn’t feel you anymore. That he couldn’t feel your pain…”

         Y/N’s hand flies up to her mouth when a gasp leaves her lips. She doesn’t have anymore tears to shed, and yet she is surprised when a single drop of salty water comes down to kiss her lips. It’s then that she focuses on the pull at the center of her chest, the connection she shares with her twin brother, and she holds on to it when she finally grasps it. It lingers in the air like an invisible thread, pulling her forward to stand on her feet. And there is the guilt, and the fear, and the anxiety that linger at the very edge of that thread. It tugs at her heartstrings, mind reeling with the possible outcomes of everything that has happened until now. Her lips quiver when the knot in the pit of her stomach grows larger and she isn’t sure whether it is hers, or Neteyam’s.

          Jake notices it, the grimace that breaks onto his daughter’s face as the gears turn in her mind. He inhales sharply, and he rises to his feet, his daughter’s hands still in his. He tugs on them and smiles when she stands up next to him, but she wobbles on her feet and he has to wrap his tail around her waist to keep her steady, given that both his hands were already taken.

         Y/N stumbles on her feet every once in a while as they walk up to Bob, his ikran, but Jake keeps a firm grip on her until he knows she is comfortable enough sitting on his mighty ride. He sits behind her, after tsaheylu with Bob is complete, and he secures her in his embrace, arms wrapped around her midriff.

         “Ready to go home?”

         Jake asks and he smiles when Y/N nods her head, ears peeking up at the mention of home. He catches a glimpse of the worry that hides behind her glowing orbs, and with one last kiss on top of her head, Jake and his ride take off to the skies, ready to fly home.

         Y/N does not say anything during the flight home, and Jake knows something is not right. She did not make comments about the flora that surrounds them, nor did she speak excitedly about the stars slowly showing up in the sky as the eclipse comes closer. She always did so, whether it was during hunting parties or simple flights out with the whole family, and it always warmed Jake’s heart to hear her little comments. But not tonight, and Jake knows there is something on her mind. He will not force it out of her, but he tells himself to keep an eye on her. He smiles though, when he feels her lean further into his embrace, looking for comfort into his arms. Instinctively, he tightens his hold around her, and he leans down to kiss the top of her head when Bob dives right towards the High Camp, hidden within the Hallelujah Mountains.

         When they finally land in the cave’s entrance, Jake helps Y/N slide off of his ikran, and he winces slightly when she squeezes his hand a little too hard. She hisses in pain as the skin on her side stretches with her movement, and he knows it is the bullet wound healing on her abdomen that causes her pain. Jake also knows that it will take Neteyam about two minutes before he shows up beside them after sensing his sister’s pain.

         “You okay babygirl?”

         Jake asks Y/N when her feet touch the ground. She is pressing her right hand against her right side and gripping his forearm with her left hand. Her lips form a thin line, and her eyes narrow together at the sudden pain that travels through her body. She nods once, and she tries her best to give her father a reassuring smile. She does not have time to say anything, as two arms wrap themselves around her midriff when a small body collides with her back. The force of impact sends her tumbling forwards slightly, but Jake is here to keep his daughter balanced, and a deep chuckle rumbles from his chest when he sees his youngest daughter past Y/N’s shoulders.

         “Tuk, let your tsmuke breathe a bit, will you?”

         “But dad!”

         Tuktirey complains, drawing out the letter ‘a’ as she whines. Y/N shakes her head, a small yet tired smile making its way onto her lips as she turns around in her little sister’s arms, patting her head gently.

         “Hi Tuktuk.” Y/N chuckles. “I’m happy to see you too.”

         “I have missed you, tsmuke. Where have you been? Dad said you were not going to be home for a while…”

         Tuk pouts as she looks up to her sister. Y/N’s heart squeezes in her chest, but she does not have it in her to explain to Tuk why she has been absent from home. Her sister, only seven years of age, does not need to know about the horrors of war. Eywa, let her keep her innocence just a little bit longer, Y/N thinks to herself as she kneels down to be the same size as her sister.

         “It does not matter Tuktuk.” Y/N smiles, shaking her head. “I am home, aren’t I?”

         Tuk nods her head, this time wrapping her arms around Y/N’s shoulders and giving her older sister a big wet kiss on the cheek, before she pulls away giggling and skipping back to the family tent.

         Jake steps closer to his first-born child, and he watches as his youngest returns to their home. One of his hands finds Y/N’s shoulder for comfort, and his heart swells when she leans into him, resting her head against his chest.

         “Three.” Jake begins to mumble and Y/N smiles knowingly. “Two. One.”

         Just then, a small crowd of blue Na’vi rushes out of the place they call home, and Y/N can see her mother leading the small party. She pushes herself away from her father’s arms and braces herself for impact, her hand still carefully pressed against the healing gunshot wound on her side. She expects her mother to be the first to embrace her, but she does not think about Neteyam, who speeds past their mother with his arms wide open, and he almost runs head first into his sister, sending her tumbling backward a little.

         On instinct, Neteyam wraps his arms around his twin sister’s shoulders and buries his face in the crook of her neck, his tail wrapping itself around her waist. His tears soak her skin, and Y/N cannot help but bury her face in his neck as well, another round of tears leaving her already dried-up eyes. She clings onto her brother for comfort, arms under his own as she clings onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

          Neteyam does not intend to let go, as he tightens his embrace around her shoulders, and his heart grows twice its size when he feels her tail wrap itself around his waist, like his did around hers, and he knows she does not intend to let go either. The pull between them grows, the invisibility string pulsing stronger as their chests are pressed against one another, and the weight on both their shoulders begins to diminish.

         “Does it… Does it hurt you… as much as it hurts me?” Y/N mumbles against his neck and between cries.

         Neteyam only nods, the tip of his ears brushing against her cheek as he does.

         “I thought… I thought I lost you…” Neteyam breathes out, pulling away to look at his twin. “I-I… I couldn’t feel you there anymore.” He adds, pointing at her chest. “I couldn’t. It was all gone.”

         Y/N’s lips quiver, and she grabs Neteyam’s shoulders to embrace him once more. She shakes her head as she cries louder into his neck.

         “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, tsmukan. So sorry.”

         Y/N mumbles into his chest, and Neteyam knows it isn’t her fault. He doesn’t understand why she is apologizing for something that was out of her control, but when he glances up to his father over her shoulder, he sees Jake simply shaking his head, and Neteyam knows not to question it. Instead, his arms tighten once more around her waist and he buries his face in the crook of her neck. He doesn’t want to pull away, the anguish he feels in his chest foreign and unbearable, and he knows that Y/N needs this. He still feels the pain on his right side, but he doesn’t care anymore, now that he knows his twin sister will be just fine. Or so he thinks.

         Neytiri is the one to embrace her daughter in a crushing hug when Neteyam pulls away from his twin, and Y/N whines softly, her words muffled against her mother’s chest.

         “Sa’nu!” Y/N whines. “You’re squishing me!”

         “Thank you, Great Mother! Thank you!”

         Neytiri keeps on saying, as she cradles the back of her firstborn daughter’s head, pressing her cheek against the crown of her head. She doesn’t let go, not even when Y/N tries to push her mother away until she eventually gives up and wraps her arms around her mother’s midriff instead.

         “I’m okay, mom.” Y/N says against her mother’s chest. “You can let go now.”

         “Are you, ma’ite? Alright?” Neytiri question, slightly pulling away from Y/N.

         Y/N looks up and nods, smiling softly. Neytiri sighs and glances at Jake, who nods too, which eases Neytiri’s mind a little. She gives her daughter a once-over look, eyes lingering a little on her injuries, before she reluctantly lets go of her. Y/N mumbles a small thank you, and she looks past her mother’s shoulder to the two siblings who have yet to greet her.

         Kiri’s face breaks into a grin when Y/N smiles and opens her arms to her middle siblings. Lo’ak stays back when Kiri runs in her older sister’s arms, and Y/N can see the way his eyebrows, a distinctive trait he inherited from their father, pull together in a frown. His lips are pressed shut together in a thin line, and Y/N can see the gears turning in his mind. Her face falls into one of concern, but she brushes it off as something trivial, and she wraps her arms around Kiri’s waist when her sister gives her cheek a kiss.

         “I am glad to see you are okay, tsmuke.” Kiri says, holding her sister at arms’ length.

         “I am happy to be home, Kiri.” Y/N smiles, ruffling her sister’s hair.

         When Kiri lets her go, Y/N casts her eyes onto her little brother, and she frowns when she notices that Lo’ak tries his best to avoid her stare. Her smile falls when he turns his head away, and she tilts her head as the sadness fills her eyes.

         “Lo’ak?”

         She calls out to him, her voice small and worried, but he doesn’t look at her. Instead, he turns around and begins to walk back towards the family tent. Y/N’s lips quiver, heart pinching in sadness as she watches her brother walk away, and her body flinches slightly when Neteyam puts a hand on her shoulder and wraps his tail around her waist.

         “He’ll come around tsmuke.” Neteyam smiles softly. “Give him time.”

         Y/N nods her head, although she does not quite understand why Lo’ak would react that way upon her arrival. The gears begin to turn in her mind, and she tries her best to keep the tears at her waterline from rolling down her cheeks, and she gives her mother a smile when Neytiri nods towards the family tent.

—

         There is a shift in the air when Y/N wakes up abruptly, sweat dripping down her forehead and tears brimming her eyes. It feels colder, sending shivers down her spine and making her wrap her arms around herself for comfort and warmth. It is quiet in the family tent, the only sounds heard being the peaceful breathing of her parents and siblings. It contrasts with her heavier and shorter breathing pace, chest heaving up and down irregularly as she tries to catch her breath. Her eyes land on Neteyam for a quick second, and Y/N chokes back a sob, lips quivering. She has to control her emotions if she does not want to wake up her twin brother.

         She closes her eyes, inhaling deeply through her nostrils, the air filling her lungs before she exhales through her parted lips. She repeats this breathing pattern several times before she gets her emotions in check, and she focuses on a happier memory, buried deep in her mind. She glances back at Neteyam, only to see him still fast asleep, and a small smile appears on her lips as she watches his peaceful state. She refrains from allowing her forefinger to trace the tanhì that litter his face like stars scattered across the eclipse sky, and instead, she untangles her tail from around his to stand up and walk out the family tent.

          Y/N allows herself to breathe the outside air, closing her eyes for a quick second, before she goes to sit on a wooden log near the tent. She keeps her arms wrapped around herself, and she lets her eyes linger on the different cuts and bruises that cover her blue skin. A single tear rolls down her cheek, blurry memories flooding her mind like a tidal wave. She remembers their hands on her, and their human needles being forced into her thick Na’vi skin. She remembers the electrodes they patched onto her forehead and on her chest, to monitor her brain activity and her heartbeat, while she laid on the metallic chair, gasping and pleading to be able to breathe Pandoran air. She remembers how they used their tiny scalpels to cut through her skin, leaving her to bleed out when they were done with her. And there is this distant memory, hidden in the deepest parts of her mind, that fights to show itself to the forefront of her mind in blurry images. A blurry figure with two large patches of white in their hands. Blurry movements, and Y/N thinks that they cleaned her cuts, before they moved her to the place the Sky People kept her prisoner.

         She chokes back on a sob as the memories resurface, and she nearly jumps out of her skin when a hand comes to rest on her shoulder. She freezes, slowly turning her head to come face to face with her mother. Y/N’s lips curve into the tiniest of smiles as she leans into her mother’s embrace, resting her head on the woman’s shoulder.

         “What is wrong, ma’ite?”

         Neytiri asks after a while of comfortable silence, and she cups her daughter’s face between her four-fingered hands, thumbs gently brushing her cheeks.

         “Nothing mama.” Y/N whispers. “I’m fine.”

         Y/N lies and Neytiri knows she is lying. But she doesn’t push. She doesn’t force the truth out of her daughter’s mouth, knowing that, in time, Y/N will come to her and pour her sorrows.

         “Just a nightmare sa’nu.” Y/N adds, leaning her head back on her mother’s shoulder. “I cannot go back to sleep.”

         “Ma’itetsyìp…”

         Neytiri whispers, kissing the crown of her daughter’s head. She lets her hands fall from Y/N’s face, and instead she wraps her arms around her daughter’s shoulders, tail swishing anxiously behind both of them. When Neytiri notices the anxiety in her daughter from the movements of her tail, she sighs and closes her eyes, resting her cheek on top of Y/N’s head.

         Y/N does not have to say anything because, at that moment, Neytiri knows. She knows what goes on through her daughter’s mind and her heart aches just with the thought of it. But when Y/N begins to relax in her embrace, Neytiri smiles softly, leaving a kiss on her temple.

         “In time ma’eveng,” Neytiri whispers, “you will heal.”

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𝟎𝟐.ㅤ   ⠀✿ㅤ   ⠀⸺ ㅤ 𝖿𝗂𝗑ㅤ+ㅤ𝑖𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌.

𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋, 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗋 𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖽. 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋, 𝐬𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐡 ♡ 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖽, 𝒘𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝐬𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐡.

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http://stellify.xn--6ii/

(𝑣.) 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋

𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗒.

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ᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠ𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝑣𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗀𝖾

ᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 ❀.

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𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖻, 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍.

𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗆

𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 🥀 ⎯ 𝖬𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳

⋅ ⎯ 𝖺 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂-𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗏 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦'𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 || 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘃 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘀 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀!

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 || 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗉𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 , 𝗒/𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗀 25 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗒𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌, 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, '𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 || 𝗈𝗍7 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 || 𝗻𝗰𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺'𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗇, 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗈, 𝗁𝖺𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝖺𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇 ; 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀' 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇, 𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇, 𝗁𝖺𝗇, 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗑, 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂.𝗇 ; 𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗲𝘇' 𝗌𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 ; 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝘅 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿'𝗌 𝗒𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗇, 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗈𝗆𝗀𝗒𝗎 ; 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲'𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗄, 𝖽𝗈𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀, 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗈, 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗈𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗐𝖺𝗇

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 || 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝗇𝗈𝗇-𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅!𝖺𝗎, 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾!𝖺𝗎

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 || 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 (𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒, 𝗂'𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐!)

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌' 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗆 ♡ 𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍.

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 || 09.25.22 [𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗]

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 || 𝗁𝗂 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾! 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾-𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾! 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗋, 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌... 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐. 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍, 𝗌𝗈 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾! 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝗆𝗐𝖺𝗁 <3

✏︎⎯ 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗋.

✏︎⎯ 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗎𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

✏︎⎯ 🥀 ;; 𝖥𝖨𝖱𝖲𝖳 𝖨𝖬𝖯𝖱𝖤𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖮𝖭𝖲.

✏︎⎯ 🥀 ;; 𝖤𝖫𝖨𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 𝖱𝖮𝖴𝖭𝖣 1.

✏︎⎯ 🥀 ;; 𝖤𝖫𝖨𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 𝖱𝖮𝖴𝖭𝖣 2.

⋅⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝟑: 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌.

✏︎⎯ 🥀 ;; 𝖧𝖤𝖤𝖲𝖤𝖴𝖭𝖦, 𝖩𝖠𝖸, 𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖮𝖮.

✏︎⎯ 🥀 ;; 𝖧𝖤𝖤𝖲𝖤𝖴𝖭𝖦, 𝖩𝖠𝖪𝖤, 𝖭𝖨-𝖪𝖨.

✏︎⎯ 🥀 ;; 𝖧𝖤𝖤𝖲𝖤𝖴𝖭𝖦, 𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖦𝖧𝖮𝖮𝖭, 𝖩𝖴𝖭𝖦𝖶𝖮𝖭.

✏︎⎯ 🥀 ;; 𝖩𝖠𝖸, 𝖩𝖠𝖪𝖤, 𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖦𝖧𝖮𝖮𝖭.

✏︎⎯ 🥀 ;; 𝖩𝖠𝖸, 𝖩𝖴𝖭𝖦𝖶𝖮𝖭, 𝖭𝖨-𝖪𝖨.

✏︎⎯ 🥀 ;; 𝖩𝖠𝖪𝖤, 𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖮𝖮, 𝖩𝖴𝖭𝖦𝖶𝖮𝖭.

✏︎⎯ 🥀 ;; 𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖦𝖧𝖮𝖮𝖭, 𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖮𝖮, 𝖭𝖨-𝖪𝖨.

⋅⋅ ⎯ ✈︎ 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝟒: 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄. ❤︎

✏︎⎯ 🥀 ;; 𝖧𝖤𝖤𝖲𝖤𝖴𝖭𝖦.

✏︎⎯ 🥀 ;; 𝖩𝖠𝖸.

✏︎⎯ 🥀 ;; 𝖩𝖠𝖪𝖤.

✏︎⎯ 🥀 ;; 𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖦𝖧𝖮𝖮𝖭.

✏︎⎯ 🥀 ;; 𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖮𝖮.

✏︎⎯ 🥀 ;; 𝖩𝖴𝖭𝖦𝖶𝖮𝖭.

✏︎⎯ 🥀 ;; 𝖭𝖨-𝖪𝖨.

✏︎⎯ 💍 ;; 𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾.

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해⠀ᅳ⠀𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈

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𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋. 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅.

𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.

𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋.

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