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Hey girlie can u tell me a summary of what sweet bitter is ❤️ hopefully is not too much to ask for

Ofc, it's no problem. I'm still working on the minor details, but this is what I have written in my drafts,

"in the shadowed corners of the small town of honeygrove, steve rogers, a reclusive beekeeper, harbors a sinister secret behind his renowned honey." ☺️

The main tags are (non-con, dark, drugging, and aphrodisiac).

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𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ‧₊˚✩彡

‧₊˚✩彡. all of my stories will contain dark and adult themes. by hitting "keep reading," you consent to being subjected to potentially triggering themes. 18+ content. minors, dni. viewer discretion is advised. you have been warned.

‧₊˚✩彡. i do not own this character. all rights reserved to marvel and disney.

𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏…

‧₊˚✩彡. bitter honey.

‧₊˚✩彡. the tale of sleeping beauty.

𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓊𝓅𝒹𝒶𝓉ℯ𝒹: 5/2/2024

© i do not give my consent for any of my works to be copied and pasted, translated, or posted on any other site. darkreverist 2024.

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𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒑'𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 / 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝟏

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: *in this first chapter, we are introduced to the main character, celine, and the household dynamic between her and the blackwood staff. is everything as peaceful as it seems?

𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: mature.

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: mentions of blood, death, and panic attacks due to agoraphobia. since this is only the first chapter, the warnings are very light. please continue checking the warnings for later chapters.

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 1850

𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒑'𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝒂/𝒏: this has not been proofread. all grammatical mistakes are my own. by hitting "keep reading," you are consenting to being subjected to potentially triggering themes. 18+ content. minors, dni. viewer discretion is advised. you have been warned.

A light, soft snow had begun to fall from a cloudless, gray sky, carried by a chilled breath of wind. Celine Blackwood stood by a frosted window, silently watching the snowfall flutter beyond the cold glass. Oak branches dusted with frost stirred gently in the wind, lightly tapping against the windowpane as if asking to be let in. From the window, she watched the world below. She watched as a lone, withered oak leaf left its barren branch, falling to the ground with the loose movements of a spring butterfly in flight. She watched as a red-breasted robin flitted about in the branches of winter birches. And she watched as a horse-drawn cart came to a neighing stop just short of the ivy-vined, wrought-iron gate. The carthorses stood, stomping the frozen earth and snorting impatiently. Their breath came out of their nostrils like smoke in the frosty winter air. The Manor’s housekeeper, Silas, stepped from the cart, carrying burlap sacks filled with fruits and vegetables for the week. His sleeves were rolled to the elbow, showing his forearms despite the nipping, frosted breeze. Celine sighed, her breath fogging the cold glass of the window. Silas looked up, then. His eyes quickly find hers, as if he knew she was there watching from behind lace curtains. Embarrassed, she dropped her head and turned so that the shadows of her bedroom hid her face from his gaze.

“Ma’am,” called a soft, Irish-lilted voice. Celine turned away from the window to look at Saoirse, a red-haired, green-eyed girl of sixteen with freckled cheeks. “Breakfast is ready.”

Celine walked along the hallway and down the winding stairs, keeping one hand on the banister, past the drawing room and the door leading into the solarium. She stopped short of the dining room, where the scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the open door, and listened to the hushed voices of Silas and her governess, Elena.

“Otto found two of his sheep dead near the treeline early this morning… gutted and half eaten,” said Silas. “Gutted? What could’ve done that?” “The locals are whispering about a wolf,” he told her.

A wolf? Celine’s heart was thumping in her chest as she listened on. Imagining sharp fangs and glinting eyes.

She heard Elena scoff, “The locals are mistaken. There are no wolves in the countryside. Maybe it was a fox.” Silas hummed, thinking, “Must be a pretty big fox with quite the appetite, then. They were talking about missing chickens and pigs, too.” Elena was silent for a moment as she laid the table, the cutlery tinkling as she moved about. “Fox or wolf,” she started in a low, quiet voice, “I think it’d be best to keep it from Celine. She’s been getting better. Much better. She doesn’t need another reason not to step outside.”

Celine’s body tensed as she heard a chair being pushed back and Silas's heavy footsteps walking toward her hiding place. She pretended to arrive for breakfast when he stepped out into the hallway. Celine smiled at him and tried to breathe as slowly as one did when they hadn’t almost been caught eavesdropping.

He looked at her with a knowing glint in his eyes. Did he know she had been eavesdropping?

“Just the lady I was looking for,” said Silas, leaning against the wall. Studying her. His eyes like brewing storm clouds in the dim light of morning. “Breakfast is ready.”

With a curt nod, she wordlessly thanked him, and quickly scurried into the dining room like a mouse, hiding her trembling hands behind her skirts as she went.

Elena had just finished pouring a cup of tea as Celine entered, bringing in the morning sunlight with her as she pushed the mahogany doors open. Hot, fresh bread, butter, and porridge with cream and peach preserves were laid out before her. Celine sat at the head of the table with her staff around her as they ate. To her left, the last chair sat empty. The silence of that unoccupied space was loud amongst the clinking of spoons and scraping of forks…

After breakfast, snow began to fall again, swirling and pirouetting in dance with the cold wind. Elena went to the window and unlatched the lock, opening it to a rush of cold, wintry air. Celine watched with bated breath as her governess stuck her head out, and took a deep breath.

Please, not today, she thought. Looking out the window, she almost expected to see a great, gray wolf staring back at her, but there was only snowfall.

“It is quite a beautiful morning, my lady. Fancy a short walk?” she asked. The governess didn’t even wait for a reply as she snapped for Saoirse, the young housemaid, to fetch Celine’s coat. She screwed up her face as the girl placed a coat that was rather too big for her over her shoulders. Celine wanted to scream at her governess, then. To slam shut and lock every damned window in the house. She did not want to go outside. There were wolves out there. Ones that slaughtered sheep, and stole chickens and pigs.

Celine’s feet felt heavy, like lead, as she anchored herself at the backdoor. The carved, wooden poppies on the door’s surface suddenly becoming harbingers of impending doom as Elena twisted the crystal knob, pushing it open just a crack.

“Stand up straight,” she said, “Ladies should never slouch. It makes you look like an old crone.” “It’d be impossible for me to look as old as you, Elena,” Celine quipped. The older woman smiled, then.

Waves of pale sunlight began to flood into the house through the open door, like water ready to sink a ship. Celine instinctively moved her feet out of the sun’s grasp, and back into the safety of the shadows. Not quite yet ready to drown. But Elena was determined to make her swim. She pushed open the door, and a sudden crashing wave of cold air billowed out Celine’s coat, stirring her hair in the snow-carried wind.

“Breathe in,” Elena told her.

Breathe in, she took a step. Her boot sank into the soft snow. It was cold, she could feel the breeze swirling around her ankles like a cat.

“Don’t forget to breathe,” she reminded her.

Don’t forget to breathe, another step, and then another, and then another. How many had she taken already?

“Are you counting, my lady?” asked Elena as she gently held onto Celine’s elbow. “It’s 10 more steps before we reach our marker.”

Celine pictured the dragon stone she had painted with Bertram, their previous groundskeeper who had disappeared without a word just before the first snowfall of winter. She pictured the red paint of its scales, the green of the emerald gems, and how its painted folded wings and coiled tail curled as it slept.

One, two, three. The snowfall was soft and light. Celine could feel the snowflakes on her face, melting as they touched her warmth; leaving her cheeks wet, as if a whisper of rain had kissed her.

Four, five, six. She felt as if she was floating now. She imagined herself being whisked into the air. Weightless, like the snowflakes that sprinkled her hair. She imagined her father, then. Tossing her up and into the clouds, just to catch her as she fell back down to earth, just like an angel, he used to tell her.

Seven, eight, nine. Breathe in, breathe out… She faltered for a moment, then. Something had caught her nose in the wind. Something that was a mix of sweetness and decay, like an overripe fruit. Something that smelled of rot, like meat that had been left in the summer sun for too long. She scrunched her nose at the thought.

Breathe in. Celine stopped short of her tenth, and final step. The smell filled her nostrils, the foul, stench of wet rot, the hint of animal musk. Her heart thrummed in her chest. Blood and mold. The smell made her feel ill, it made her stomach turn, and it made her gag. A cold wind blew in from the west, and it woke the settled, sleeping snow, and pulled at her hair.

“One more step, Celine,” Elena’s voice sounded like a mother’s. It was gentle, but not coddling. It carried weight and demanded respect. And despite her age, Celine didn’t dare disobey her governess.

Breathe out. Reluctantly, she obeyed and took her last step. Underfoot, she felt the thinning of fluffy snow to damp, and muddy earth. The ground was slick with hidden ice and roots. Celine opened her eyes, then. She had not realized they had been screwed shut. She blinked away the blinding light against white, and for a moment, she dared not to breathe as her heart stopped in her chest.

Elena had tricked her. She was well past the painted dragon stone.

Instead, she had brought her to a copse of pale, golden beech trees. It was nice under the trees. It was quiet and still, and just as she remembered. Overhead, a fat squirrel jumped from snow-covered branches, and purple finches chirruped from hidden nests.

“Calm as still water, tall as an oak, and unmoving as a mountain,” Elena’s reminder sounded more like a whisper that blew through the beech leaves, as if she had turned into the wind. She froze. She listened; she watched. Celine saw movement from the corner of her eye—a finch. It flapped its wings as it took to the air, flying past her head.

Squirrels chattered. Birds chirruped. The wind blew. And the snow fell cold on her skin. It was everything all at once. And it was too much for Celine.

It was slow, at first. It crept up on her like a shadow, silent, and cold. The soft snow around her turned into a frozen hellscape of jagged, sharp spears of ice. Panic gripped her throat. She couldn’t breathe. Chatter, chatter, chirrup, chirrup. She couldn’t see. Chatter, chatter, chirrup, chirrup. She couldn’t hear anything but the chitter-chatter of the outside world.

“Celine,” she heard Elena’s voice call for her, but she couldn’t respond. She had no voice.

She was crying incoherently now, struggling for breath. Panic was tight around her neck, the lack of air made her dizzy and faint. Her legs went numb as she tried to blindly get away, she kept slipping into deep drifts of snow and tripping over hidden tree roots until her skirts were soaked and muddied.

She could see the manor, and she could see the lace curtains of her bedroom window. She was so close, yet so far. Celine was clumsy with fear and panic as she stumbled and fell over a solid snowdrift, landing with a hard thud.

Buried beneath the snow, a round, frozen shape collapsed in death. Ice had formed in what looked to be human hair, and the faint smell of rot filled her nostrils as she swept away the cold, snow with a trembling hand…

Frozen, dead eyes stared back at her.

She screamed.

It was a head. It was Bertram.

𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒑'𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

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𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒑'𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

࣪ ִֶָ☾. 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: *in a grand manor shrouded in silence, celine, the agoraphobic lady of the house, finds her world unraveling around her as the arrival of a new groundskeeper marks the beginning of a sinister pattern every full moon.

࣪ ִֶָ☾. 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒔: ongoing

࣪ ִֶָ☾. 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈: dark. mature. explicit, adult content. 18+.

࣪ ִֶָ☾. 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: dark themes. gore. blood. murder. death. descriptions of murder (both human and animal). obsessive stalking. specific warnings will be listed for every individual chapter.

࣪ ִֶָ☾. 𝒂/𝒏: by hitting "keep reading," you are consenting to being subjected to potentially triggering themes. 18+ content. minors, dni. viewer discretion is advised. you have been warned.

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅. 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 ℴ𝓃ℯ.

⤷ take me back.

𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓊𝓅𝒹𝒶𝓉ℯ𝒹: 5/1/2024

© i do not give my consent for any of my works to be copied and pasted, translated, or posted on any other site. darkreverist 2024.

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𝒻𝒶𝓆 ❝◟✿◞❞

‿❀°. below you'll find some common questions. please, please read before asking about something. i'll still answer any questions sent to me, but most questions, that i think might be asked, will be answered here. thank you ♡.

‿❀°. do you take requests?: unfortunately, no. i will, however, be open to suggestions and/or sharing prompt ideas, but i will not be fulfilling any requests. personally, requests block my creative flow.

‿❀°. will you have a schedule?: no. i am a fulltime college student and i also work part time, so my personal schedule is pretty busy during the school semester. i will try my best to be as consistent as i can be, but i can't promise anyone anything.

‿❀°. will you have a taglist?: no. i've tried in the past, and with privacy settings, it makes tagging certain accounts difficult. i recommend turning on my post notifications if you want to be notified when i post/update.

‿❀°. what will you write?: i will mainly be writing dark, smutty fics. occasionally, they will just be dark with no smut. i will also write fantasy, horror, and gore. please check the listed tags and warnings before interacting with any of my writings to avoid any potential triggers.

‿❀°. what will you not write?: i will not write anything related to pedophilia, blood-related incest, m/m, f/f, or f/m/f. there are definitely more topics or kinks i will not write about, if you are unsure, and want to suggest an idea or prompt to me, please feel free to ask me what i am comfortable with. this is a judgement free zone.

‿❀°. what fandoms will you be writing for?: mainly marvel (mcu). other topics of interest include: the witcher, game of thrones (including house of the dragon), supernatural, dc comics, lotr, the hobbit, and many more. for any fandoms that are not listed, check the "many and different masterlist," for more information.

‿❀°. why don't you repost other creators' fics? do you not support others in the writing community?: ofc, i do support my fellow writers. creating artwork and sharing it with others is, to me, a very vulnerable act. you're subjecting yourself to the criticism of others, and it's a very intimidating thing to put yourself through. i will always support my community. for this account, i am choosing to not repost anything that isn't mine or created by me in some shape, or form. i want this account to be a library for my work, and i want to keep this account as organized and as navigable as possible for everyone, without too much clutter. i will admit that my reasoning behind it could be considered as selfish, i understand that. that is not my intention. i apologize in advance for any toes i might step on because of this choice of mine, but my stance on this is firm. that does not mean i do not support my fellow fic writers, they have all of my love and support.

‿❀°. did you steal from @mhysa-leesi?: i am her, and she is me. that was/is my main account. if you've made it this far, i will not be uploading on that account anymore, but i am keeping it "active," so people can still read my past fics. you might see reuploads posted on this account of my past work, but i did not steal from myself. those fics will be tagged accordingly.

‿❀°. why don't you block underage accounts or accounts with no age?: i am not responsible for the media consumption of others. i am not their parent or guardian. i post warnings, and if someone actively chooses to ignore my warnings, that is not my problem.

‿❀°. did you steal another creator's idea?: accidents happen. i will never intentionally steal from another creator of any media. if i do find inspiration in another creator's work, i will always give credit where credit is due. that being said, there will be overlap that happens in this community. if i do not credit someone for whatever reason, that does not automatically mean i stole their idea—it just means we had similar ideas. if you think i should be crediting someone or if i miscredited someone, please reach out to me, and i will look into it and fix it. i will never be upset over feedback—especially if it means bettering myself. however, that does not mean you get to disrespect me or send me unnecessary hate if you suspect i am duping your favorite creator. you will be blocked.

‿❀°. did you steal another creator's artwork?: again, accidents happen. and as stated above, i will never intentionally steal another person's artwork. i emphasize intention because if i do use someone's artwork for one of my covers, it is never with the intent to pass it off as my own original art. i'm sure we all know that, sometimes, if you find a piece of art from a site like pinterest, there won't always be a credited artist. in a circumstance like that, i will always be transparent about where i found that particular piece. again, that does not mean i am intentionally miscrediting someone. i spend time making all of my own covers, so i understand how it can be upsetting. if you recognize an artwork that i've used and saw that i didn't give proper credit for whatever reason, please dm me, and i will fix it.

‿❀°. do you use *ai?: yes, i do. i think if it's used appropriately, it can be a great support tool. anything *ai generated will be marked accordingly. i will always be transparent about my use of *ai.

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𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓃𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ✎𓂃

✎𓂃. all of my stories will contain dark and adult themes. by hitting "keep reading," you are consenting to being subjected to potentially triggering themes. 18+ content. minors, dni. viewer discretion is advised. you have been warned.

✎𓂃. i do not own any of these characters. all rights reserved to their rightful owners.

𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏…

✎𓂃. j. jensen // digital get down.

𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓊𝓅𝒹𝒶𝓉ℯ𝒹: 4/29/2024

© i do not give my consent for any of my works to be copied and pasted, translated, or posted on any other site. darkreverist 2024.

[darkreverist]

𝒎𝒄𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 -͟͟͞☆

-͟͟͞☆. all of my stories will contain dark and adult themes. by hitting "keep reading," you are consenting to being subjected to potentially triggering themes. 18+ content. minors, dni. viewer discretion is advised. you have been warned.

-͟͟͞☆. i do not own any of these characters. all rights reserved to marvel and disney.

𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏…

-͟͟͞☆. steve rogers, captain america.

-͟͟͞☆. bucky barnes, the winter soldier.

-͟͟͞☆. avengers, assemble.

𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓊𝓅𝒹𝒶𝓉ℯ𝒹: 5/2/2024

© i do not give my consent for any of my works to be copied and pasted, translated, or posted on any other site. darkreverist 2024.

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ℴ𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝓀𝓈 𝒷𝓎 𝒜 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔. the writings below are all of my original work and characters. some stories may or may not be associated with a listed fandom, i recommend checking their tags.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔. i understand original characters are not everyone's cup of tea. if you are specifically looking for y/n stories, allow me to redirect you to my masterlist here ˚₊ · »-♡→ masterlist.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔. all of my stories will contain dark and adult themes. by hitting "keep reading," you are consenting to being subjected to potentially triggering themes. 18+ content. minors, dni. viewer discretion is advised. you have been warned.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔. wolf in sheep's clothing series.

𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓊𝓅𝒹𝒶𝓉ℯ𝒹: 5/2/2024

© i do not give my consent for any of my works to be copied and pasted, translated, or posted on any other site. darkreverist 2024.

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𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 ―⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

𐙚 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆: she/her. 23. ♋︎. she is me, and i am her @mhysa-leesi.

𐙚 a's masterlist.

𐙚 𝒇𝒂𝒒 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕

𐙚 𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒘 & 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈...

𐙚 this sideblog is solely for me to post my writings. this is a personal library for me to keep all of my work in one organized place while being presented with the artistic aesthetic that i want. with that being said, i will not be reposting any writings that are not mine on this blog. however, that does not mean i do not support my fellow writers or do not encourage any interaction with me on here. so, please, do not assume. i am not mean, i like making new friends!

𐙚 i do not condone bullying, harassment, or any form of discriminatory hate. you will be reported and blocked. this is a safe and accepting place for everyone. if you cannot be nice and respectful, you are not wanted here.

𐙚 lastly, it is important to note that i do not condone any of the actions described in my writing. these are merely works of fiction and fantasy. if any of my listed warnings bother or trigger you, please do not read it.

𐙚 if you, or anyone you know, has been a victim of sexual violence, please reach out for help. you are not alone ♡.

[darkreverist]

𝒜'𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

⚘. all of my writings will be written with a femme reader in mind. race and body type will always be as ambiguous as possible—despite who is depicted on the cover of that particular story—or unless I specifically stated otherwise.

⚘. all of my stories will contain dark and adult themes. i trust that we are all mature adults here, so i will not be policing who interacts with my writing. warnings will be posted on every published piece. i am not responsible for your media consumption—only you are. heed my warnings and do not read if you are underage, or if any of my warnings upset you. thank you.

⚘. by hitting "keep reading," you are consenting to being subjected to potentially triggering and dark, adult themes. 18+ content. minors, dni. viewer discretion is advised.

⚘. ℴ𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝓀𝓈 𝒷𝓎 𝒜

⚘. 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓋ℯ𝓁 𝒸ℴ𝓂𝒾𝒸𝓈 (𝓂𝒸𝓊)

⚘. 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓃𝓉, 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝒸ℯ𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓃ℯℴ𝓊𝓈

⚘. 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝑔ℴ𝓃'𝓈 𝒽ℴ𝒶𝓇𝒹 // 𝒸ℴ𝓁𝓁ℯ𝒸𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉