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baguette squad 🥖🥖🥖

CLAIR OBSCUR: EXPEDITION 33 (2025) dev. Sandfall Interactive

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"I should have thought of you. I should have given you a chance to say goodbye. I'm truly sorry, Verso."

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Soap was out for the weekend — something about visiting family, though you suspected it had more to do with getting away from the shared apartment before one of you killed the other over dishes or laundry. Which left you and Ghost.

You’d fully planned to spend the entire weekend bed rotting: snacks, shitty TV, no pants. And for most of Saturday, that dream lived.

Until Ghost texted.

Need a favor. Bringing a bird back. Keep her entertained while I sort my room? Won’t be long.

You stared at the message, squinting (you groaned out loud) but you knew you were not about to leave him hanging. You hit him with a reluctant “fine.” Simon Riley asking you for help with his latest one-night stand? That was new. He usually kept his personal business separate.

But whatever. You owed him for covering your ass on last week’s op. And you were bored. So you sighed, peeled yourself off the couch, and tried to make yourself look slightly less feral before they arrived.

Door opens and in comes Ghost with his date. She’s cute. Really cute, actually. A little overdressed for your disaster of a living room but she doesn't seem fazed. Ghost gives you both an awkward nod before disappearing down the hall, leaving you two sitting there with the tv quietly playing some nonsense reality show you left on.

Bubbly, a little flirty — the total opposite of Ghost’s usual cold, dead-eyed energy. And when you offered her a drink while Ghost disappeared down the hall, she plopped down next to you on the couch, all easy smiles and sparkling eyes.

It started with harmless small talk. Then she complimented your shirt. Then your hair. Then her hand was on your thigh, and she’s laughing at something stupid you said, leaning in a little too close, and then—it just happens. You’re kissing her, your brain going oh shit oh shit oh shit the whole time.

So now here you were. Making out with Ghost’s date on the couch. In your shared apartment. While wearing pajamas. On a random Saturday.

Cue Ghost walking back in mid-moment, stopping dead in the doorway. His eyes narrow behind the mask, you can feel the betrayal radiating off him. Like you just snatched his last protein bar. His date pulls back, breathless and giggly, and Ghost just grumbles something like, "Right. Brilliant." before motioning for her to follow him to his room.

You don’t say anything. You just sink deeper into the couch, cheeks burning, cursing whatever magnetic chaos field you must emit.

An hour later, you’re finally knocked out in your room when there’s a soft knock at your door. You crack it open, and there she is. Disheveled, mischievous smirk on her lips.

“Thought I’d come spend more time with you…” she purrs.

You just stare at her, sleep-addled and brain-buffering like a dial-up connection. Because now you’ve officially entered roommate hell.

You wake up feeling like you’ve been hit by a truck. Mostly because you barely slept. The girl—Ghost's girl—ended up staying way longer than you meant for her to. Things got...a bit intense. Now it’s morning, your head’s pounding, and you can already feel the awkward tension waiting for you out there like a landmine.

You shuffle out of your room in a hoodie and joggers, trying to pretend you’re just going to get a glass of water and not about to face the consequences of your crimes. But the second you step into the kitchen, he’s there.

Ghost. Sitting at the table, arms crossed, mask still on, staring at you like you personally set fire to his car.

You both just stand there in silence for a beat.

Then he speaks, voice flat as a goddamn pancake: "Sleep well? Or...too busy for that?"

You blink. Your brain offers no defense. None. "Si—" "Nah," he cuts you off, shaking his head, scoffing under his breath. "Pied off. In my own fuckin’ flat."

You wince. Because, yeah, he’s not wrong.

You go for the fridge just to do something and he keeps going, muttering like he’s talking more to himself than to you: "Bring a bird back, and she’s in your room by midnight. Unreal. Soap leaves for one weekend and the place turns into Love Island."

You choke on your sip of water, trying not to laugh because that’ll only make it worse.

"Don’t know why I even bother," Ghost grumbles, getting up from the table with heavy steps. "Tell you what—next time, you pull, I’ll keep her entertained for you, yeah? See how you like it."

You try to apologize, but he’s already halfway down the hall, muttering: "Never trusting you with a favor again. Bloody traitor."

Meanwhile, Soap texts the group chat from Scotland, oblivious: "Morning, lads! Miss me yet? 👊😂"

Ghost leaves him on read. You don’t even dare reply.

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a silly drawing

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target practice

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𝖾𝗑-𝖿𝗐𝖻!𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇 “𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵” 𝗋𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝗑 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗐𝖻!𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 “𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘱” 𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗑 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝖼𝗐 : 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾, 𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗏𝗈𝗒𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗆

𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖻.

𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒. 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍. 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒.

𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗆𝖺𝖼 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅.

𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒'𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾—𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇. 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉. 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗂𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉. 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆, 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇'𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽—𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍. 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎—𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍—𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇'𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝖿𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝖽𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗒���𝗎 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗉. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈. 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌—𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁. 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌, 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗉, 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾.

𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗀𝗁—𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺���𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌, 𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗌, 𝖼𝖺𝖿é𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗆𝗌. 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗂𝗇 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝖻𝖾𝖽. 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽.

𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍—𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗒𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽. 𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍.

𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗏𝖺𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾. 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗉 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒. 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒, 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒.

𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾—𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗍𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇’𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝗎𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐.

𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒. 𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝖿𝖿—𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗌; 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒. 𝗌𝗈, 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗒. 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗒𝗆, 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆—𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝗒.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗂𝗇 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒'𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗇𝗈, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍—𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆.

𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒; 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽. 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽. 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾—𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆? 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗒𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅, 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍.

𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈—𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗀𝗒𝗆. 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗎𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒'𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗌. 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒'𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀?

"𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵, 𝘓.𝘛.?" 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇'𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒, 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍. 𝗂𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀. "𝘯𝘢𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯' 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦, 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘸."

𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗓𝖾𝗇. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄, 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇.

"𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴. 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴." 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄. 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖽, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 "𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭" 𝖺𝗇𝖽 ��� 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄, 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗇'𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇?

𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙨.

𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯

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Marsha P. Johnson Polaroids by Andy Warhol, 1974.

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getting murdered but it's so traumatic i repress the memory and only actually die years later during hypnotherapy

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currently listening to…

MDNI BLOG

reblogs & comments are encouraged!

Request Rules!

Reqs are always open, but completing them in a timely manner…um…so.

I write for COD (mostly Simon Riley,) DC (just Jason Todd,) and Bridgerton (just Benedict.)

I will write smut requests!

I will not write noncon, incest, age-play, A/B/O... if I think of any more I'll add them.

With all of that, please feel free to message me! It doesn't have to just be related to a request, it can be about anything!

Collective Taglist!

AO3!

Writing Challenges!

Crossing Lines - #cali's nameless challenge

Divider!

Masterlist!

Smut: ✿ Fluff: ❁ Suggestive: ❃ Angst: ✾

DC

Jason Todd

Oneshots

Chasing The Mask ✾

Hey, Waiter! ✿

-> Red Is Dead ✾ ❁

Dinner, Dinner! ✿ ✾

Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Oneshots

Illicit Affairs ✿

Call of Duty

Cpt. John Price

Oneshots

Recon By Fire ✾

Table Eats ✿

Hostile ✿

Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley

Oneshots

The Hardest Goodbye ✾

Tight Spaces ✿

Good Soldier Boy ✿

NSFW Alphabet ✿

The Bet ✿

Operation Eclipse ✾

Bang Bang Bar ✿

Forbidden Fruit ✿

Happy Training ✾ ❁

The Fugitive ✾ ❁

Cat and Mouse ✿ ✾

Hot For Teacher! ✿

The Girls Can't Help It ✿

Drabbles

Peaches & Cream ❁ ❃

Tough As Nails—on hold

-> Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy ✿

-> Giddy Up, Cowboy ✿

-> Lasso ✾

-> Cowboy Like Me ✾

Nuts And Bolts ✾ ✿

Nice Ride ✿

Ghost Garage ✿

Number One Fan ✿

The Bewitching ✿

No-Names

Simon gets hurt… ❃

Simon gets protective... ❁

Simon is a bull rider… ✿

-> more bull rider simon... ✿

Ops. Officer Alex Keller

Oneshots

The Great Race ✿

Backyard Barbecue ✿

The Shadows ✾

A Pleaser ✾ ✿ 𓆑

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Want to learn something new in 2022??

Absolute beginner adult ballet series (fabulous beginning teacher)

40 piano lessons for beginners (some of the best explanations for piano I’ve ever seen)

Excellent basic crochet video series

Basic knitting (probably the best how to knit video out there)

Pre-Free Figure Skate Levels A-D guides and practice activities (each video builds up with exercises to the actual moves!)

How to draw character faces video (very funny, surprisingly instructive?)

Another drawing character faces video

Literally my favorite art pose hack

Tutorial of how to make a whole ass Stardew Valley esque farming game in Gamemaker Studios 2??

Introduction to flying small aircrafts

French/Dutch/Fishtail braiding

Playing the guitar for beginners (well paced and excellent instructor)

Playing the violin for beginners (really good practical tips mixed in)

Color theory in digital art (not of the children’s hospital variety)

Retake classes you hated but now there’s zero stakes:

Calculus 1 (full semester class)

Learn basic statistics (free textbook)

Introduction to college physics (free textbook)

Introduction to accounting (free textbook)

Learn a language:

Ancient Greek

Latin

Spanish

German

Japanese (grammar guide) (for dummies)

French

Russian (pretty good cyrillic guide!)

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Want to learn something new in 2022??

Absolute beginner adult ballet series (fabulous beginning teacher)

40 piano lessons for beginners (some of the best explanations for piano I’ve ever seen)

Excellent basic crochet video series

Basic knitting (probably the best how to knit video out there)

Pre-Free Figure Skate Levels A-D guides and practice activities (each video builds up with exercises to the actual moves!)

How to draw character faces video (very funny, surprisingly instructive?)

Another drawing character faces video

Literally my favorite art pose hack

Tutorial of how to make a whole ass Stardew Valley esque farming game in Gamemaker Studios 2??

Introduction to flying small aircrafts

French/Dutch/Fishtail braiding

Playing the guitar for beginners (well paced and excellent instructor)

Playing the violin for beginners (really good practical tips mixed in)

Color theory in digital art (not of the children’s hospital variety)

Retake classes you hated but now there’s zero stakes:

Calculus 1 (full semester class)

Learn basic statistics (free textbook)

Introduction to college physics (free textbook)

Introduction to accounting (free textbook)

Learn a language:

Ancient Greek

Latin

Spanish

German

Japanese (grammar guide) (for dummies)

French

Russian (pretty good cyrillic guide!)

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suffering from visions of kate laswell helping you, a wide-eyed and smiling tourist, clearly and completely turned around. (—first time visiting the city? —is it that obvious?) you chat her up, share how long you're in town for, and ask for restaurant recommendations. eventually, you part ways, feeling absolutely giddy.

giddy that the cute albeit dumb sucker's wallet is in your pocket. you feel the wad of bills stuffed into the leather with the tip of your thumb, smug about pilfering another. too easy.

of course. you don't know about the tracker tile tucked between cards. you're ignorant to the fact that she hasn't taken her eyes off you for the last three blocks. and you're definitely unaware that you're just her type. that she's missed the chase.

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zlibrary gone... FUCK TIKTOK FUCK BOOKTOK I hope that app burns in hell

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I can't stop thinking about Soap being the 'fun uncle' to the children of his taskforce members.

Soap who adores kids but can't have any of his own due to medical complications.

Soap who is godfather and immediately accepted as an extention to all of the families - Prices, Rileys, Garricks.

Soap who calls them 'wee lads and lassies'.

Soap who is the first person any of them want to see if they are leaving their own homes. Begging their parents whenever the day bags are packed, "We go see Soap now?"

Soap who knows something is wrong with the kiddos when they call him Uncle Johnny instead of his nickname.

Soap who teaches them how to fight back against bullies in school.

Soap who shows up to all the important sports matches or school plays to support, whistling and hollering so much it's almost embarrassing

Soap who invites everyone up to the highlands each year to his own family home, so all the kids have a special place to spend the summer together.

Soap who buys the pancake mix and insists on waking up Sunday mornings to cook the kids breakfast even after staying up drinking with their dads the night before.

Soap who takes them fishing and allows sticky glitter to be put all over his mohawk.

Soap who is the best at reading bedtime stories in all the funny voices.

Soap who is never alone and always loved.

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Thinking about…MMA Fighter!141 AU

MMA Fighter!Soap is a crowd favorite—especially with the ladies. He’s known for his wild behavior and high energy. The media consider him a “bad boy.” But that “bad boy” behavior has finally gotten him in trouble. If he wants to keep his career, he needs to find a willing good girl to help clean up his public image.

MMA Fighter!Price is a seasoned veteran to the sport. He’s well-respected. Admired. Ranked highly across multiple reputable sources. But he’s nearing retirement, and Price wants to move into promotional deals and coaching. He needs to go out on a final big win, and he needs the money. One last tournament is all he needs.

MMA Fighter!Gaz is brand new to the sport. He’s charismatic and confident but he’s the underdog. He works longer hours, trains harder, and does his best to remain humble in front of the camera. But he has a shadow hanging over him. His father once ruled this sport. A champion. A lot of people have their eyes on him. He plans on proving himself.

MMA Fighter!Ghost is the blood-beast of the sport. He’s brutal. Fights dirty. No one likes to face him. It gives him a bad reputation, but he doesn’t do much to soothe the public and media’s image of him. It’s a shield. A barrier. He likes to keep others at a distance. But this life is becoming a lonely one, and he thinks he might be ready to finally let someone in.

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My mom named one of the street cats she feeds Tommy, so I thought to myself, "what if..."

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i present to you whatever this is