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Volume II

DISCLAIMER: I am not a professional so please take my notes with a grain of salt! Let me know if y’all relate with anything or have different opinions so we can weed out mistakes or misinformation :) I make mistakes as well and at the end of the day I am still a student 🪷🌞

🥀ꜱᴄᴏʀᴘɪᴏ ᴍᴇʀᴄᴜʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴠᴀɢᴜᴇ ʙʀᴏ ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴏ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?! ᴍʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴄᴏʀᴘɪᴏ ᴍᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ’ᴍ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴀꜱᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴀɴ?!! ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄ?! ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʙʀᴏᴀᴅ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀɪɴɢ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ. ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇɴ’ᴛ ᴠᴀɢᴜᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴇᴛ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀ ꜱᴋᴇᴘᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴇᴛ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ. ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴏʀ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄᴏʀᴘɪᴏ ᴍᴇʀᴄᴜʀɪᴇꜱ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀꜱᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴡ. ᴀꜱ ᴀ ɢᴇᴍɪɴɪ ᴍᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ ᴡʜᴏ ɪꜱ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟʟʏ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜꜱ, ɪ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴀꜱ ɴᴏꜱᴇʏ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ꜱᴏ ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜱᴄᴏʀᴘɪᴏ ᴍᴇʀᴄᴜʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇʀᴄᴜʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ 8ᴛʜ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ɪɴᴛʀɪɢᴜᴇᴅ 🤭

⛰️ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴀ ᴛʜᴇᴏʀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ, ᴀꜱ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ’ᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ 10ᴛʜ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴄᴀᴘʀɪᴄᴏʀɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ɪꜱ ɪᴛ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ 10ᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ? ɪꜰ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙʟᴇ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ɪɴ ᴅᴇʙᴜᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ? ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴠɪʀɢᴏ ɪɴ ᴍʏ 10ᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ ᴄᴀʀᴇ, ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ᴅᴜᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇ. ɪ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴅᴏɴᴇ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴛʜᴇᴏʀʏ ᴛʜᴏ ꜱᴏ ʟᴍᴋ ɪꜰ ʏ’ᴀʟʟ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ꜱɪɢɴꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ 10ᴛʜ!

🐐ɪ’ᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴀᴛᴜʀɴ ɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀᴘʀɪᴄᴏʀɴ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇꜱ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘɪɴɢ. ɪ’ᴠᴇ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴘʀɪᴄᴏʀɴ ʀɪꜱɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ɢʏᴍ ʀᴀᴛꜱ ᴏʀ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴀᴘʀɪᴄᴏʀɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ, ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟɪᴛʏ, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʏ ᴠᴀʀʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴛ. ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴀᴛᴜʀɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ 7ᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ….ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟʏ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱ??? ᴍʏ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ɢᴏᴛ ᴅɪᴠᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ 11 ꜱᴏ ɪ’ᴍ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀ ᴘɪᴄᴋʏ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ (ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍʏ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ʟᴍᴀᴏ) ɪꜰ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ. ɪ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴀʟɪɢɴ. ɪᴛ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴇꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ɢᴏᴏᴅ! ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ.

🗣️ᴀQᴜᴀʀɪᴜꜱ ᴍᴏᴏɴꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇʙᴀᴛᴇ!!! ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴇᴏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʟᴍᴀᴏᴏ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴇᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ᴀᴅᴍɪʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ. ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟꜱ ᴀᴅᴠᴏᴄᴀᴛᴇ 😂 ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴇᴏ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɪʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴛ…ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴀʏ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ’ᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀʏ ʙᴜᴛ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ɪ’ᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙʀᴜʜ ᴜʀ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪꜱꜱ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴏꜰꜰ 🤖 ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ & ᴀQᴜᴀ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴘᴇᴇᴘꜱ. ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴏ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴏᴏᴏ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ-ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴀʟɪᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ!

🦎ɪ’ᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɢᴇᴍɪɴɪ ʀɪꜱɪɴɢꜱ! ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜱᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀᴛʜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ɢʟᴀꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛꜱ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪꜱ ꜱᴏ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ɢᴇᴍɪɴɪꜱ👫 ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪꜰᴀᴄᴇᴛᴇᴅ. ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɢᴇᴍɪɴɪ ꜱᴜɴꜱ ᴛʜᴇ “ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴇɴɢᴇʀ” ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ- ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ɢᴏꜱꜱɪᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴅᴜᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ 🤷🏻‍♀️

🧠ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴀɢɪᴛᴛᴀʀɪᴜꜱ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴜɴʜɪɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ʟᴍᴀᴏᴏᴏ. ɪ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘꜱʏᴄʜ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏꜰᴄᴄᴄᴄ ɪ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴅᴏʙ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱɪɢɴꜱ ʟᴏʟ- ɪ’ᴅ ꜱᴀʏ 50% ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴀʀᴇᴀ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴀɢɪᴛᴛᴀʀɪᴜꜱ’. ᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴀɢ ʀɪꜱɪɴɢ ɪ ᴠɪʙᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴀɢɪᴛᴛᴀʀɪᴜꜱ’ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜱᴛᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ. ɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ꜰᴀʟʟ ꜱᴏ Qᴜɪᴄᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴀɢ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɢᴇᴍɪɴɪ ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴘʜɪʟᴏꜱᴏᴘʜɪᴄᴀʟ, ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴅᴇᴛᴀᴄʜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀ 💀 ɪ’ᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ?!

🌧️ᴏᴋ ꜱᴏ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴀɴᴄᴇʀ ᴍᴀʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ ꜱᴡᴇᴀᴛꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴅʏ ɪꜱ ꜱʜᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴀʀ 😅 ɪᴛ’ꜱ ʀɪᴅɪᴄᴜʟᴏᴜꜱ- ɪ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀʀꜱ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ? ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴍᴍ ɪ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴀʀꜱ ᴘᴇᴇᴘꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴀᴛ ᴀ ɢᴀʟʟᴏɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ- ʏ’ᴀʟʟ ʟᴍᴋ ɪꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ! ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴘɪꜱᴄᴇꜱ ᴍᴀʀꜱ ꜱᴏ ʙᴇᴀᴛꜱ ᴍᴇ!

🐚 ᴘɪꜱᴄᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ! ʟɪᴋᴇ ɢᴏʀɢᴇᴏᴜꜱ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ʏ’ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ): ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴇᴍᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ʏ’ᴀʟʟ ᴏʀ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ (12ᴛʜ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇʀꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ). ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀ, ʏᴇꜱ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ’ꜱ. ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏ’ᴀʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴜʟ- ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏ’ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴜɴᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ! ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪꜱ ʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ʙʏ ᴇxᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ, ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜱᴏ ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛꜱᴇʟꜰ 💓 ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘꜱ, ɪᴛ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ! ᴀɴʏ ᴡʜᴏᴍꜱᴛ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏꜱ- ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ. ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ <3

Thanks for reading everyone! I hope you enjoyed my post :)

Lmk what y’all thought! I got such great feedback on my first post and I couldn’t be more grateful :) I’m so happy to be apart of the Astrology community and you all have been so welcoming 💕 It fills my heart so much you have no idea. I don’t have any one in my immediate life to really chat with about this stuff so please if you have any thoughts comment or message me! I hope everyone had an amazing 4th of July if you’re a US citizen ofc!

-Kya 🫧

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「 ✦ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 ✦ 」 ೃ⁀➷

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 #1 ʚɞ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 #2 ʚɞ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

「 ✦ 𝐦𝐲 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐒 ✦ 」 ೃ⁀➷

↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ- ʜᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰꜱ/ꜰᴘ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ ↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ-

*♡∞:｡.｡ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ? ~ 18+ ˚₊·➳❥ PILE 1 -3◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

*♡∞:｡.｡ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ? ~ 18+ ˚₊·➳❥ PILE 4-6◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛɴɪɴɢ? ᴏᴡɴɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴋɴ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ

•*¨*•.¸¸☆*･ﾟ𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮? ﾟ･*☆¸¸.•*¨*•

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ᴡʜᴏ’ꜱ ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴛᴀʙꜱ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜʏ? *ੈ✩‧₊˚

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ. ᴀɴ ɪɴꜱɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴅᴀʏᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴜᴘ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ? 18+ ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡ ˚ʜᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ꜱᴘᴏᴜꜱᴇ/ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ?˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡ ˚

∘°∘♡∘°∘ ᴡʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ? ∘°∘♡∘° ∘

୧⋆｡🕯. -ʚɞ❝ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰꜱ/ꜰᴘ/ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ? ❞୧⋆｡🕯. -ʚɞ ✎ᴛʙᴀ

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ʜᴏᴡ ɪꜱ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀ? *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ✎ᴛʙᴀ

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰꜱ/ꜰᴘ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟɪɢɴ ʏᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴋʀᴀꜱ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏ'ᴀʟʟ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ? 18+ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ ✎ᴛʙᴀ

ੈ✩‧₊˚ ᴡʜʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ? ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴜɴɪQᴜᴇ Qᴜᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ.ੈ✩‧₊˚ ✎ᴛʙᴀ

⋆·˚ ༘ *🔭୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙡 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚 ⋄ 𓍯⋆·˚ ༘ *🔭

- i am kaali, a 23 yr old , afro-puerto rican woman 🇻🇮🇵🇷

- i am a virgo sun, saggi moon, and scorpio asc, leo venus

-i’ve been hiding my gifts for awhile now but im still a beginner and striving to learn more as i grow with u guys and this platform

-everything comes from our creator! that’s my belief, please be respectful !

-btw if ur not into lovey dovey readings then my page may not be for you, i’ll try to make it more diverse but i just love love yall and there’s someone out there for everyone, we all have a special person who’s made just for us i feel lol..i want us all to believe that we will be able to meet up and connect with the right healthy, loving partner who’s just for you and is all about you as well, healthy reciprocation.

-i love all things horror, movies, shows, books. i love reading, i mean mostly romance im a lil hopeless romantic but if it interests me im into it, my music taste is all over the place but same thing if i like the beat and the words are resonating then im into it lmao. i’m a single mommy so bare with me and my timing. honestly wanted to start doing readings to of course help and uplift others and just spread the truth but also for fun as well, it’s an outlet, i didn’t think anyone would’ve actually noticed me but hey look..thank u all btw <3. makeup is my thing, i fucking love fashion, anything to do with hair and nails and just all the cute shit, cool bags, shoes, if u can’t tell i LOVE PINK!!! hmmm and this is random but my favorite fruits are mango and banana hehe..

-my blog is only for the real ones, i don’t stand for genocide, take that racist shit elsewhere, im not dealing with fucking bigots, and if you’re homophobic, transphobic, an ableist, xenophobic, any of the shitty fucking “phobics” get the fuck off my page, especially pedos and creeps, my blog is for people 18 and up even tho it says 20 which i prefer but im not gonna be an asshole abt it.

-if you can’t be respectful and kind then you need to leave, process that unhealed anger and resentment somewhere else, this is a peaceful place for others to let go of their worries and feel safe, my blog is my safe space and i’m opening up to everyone, except for the shit i stated above, sorry for being too blunt but those are my boundaries and if you don’t like it then just GO !

[narcissarina]

“𝚈𝚘𝚞... 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.”

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 6.4ᴋ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs/ᴛᴀɢs: ᴀɴɢsᴛ! ʜᴜʀᴛ sᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɴᴏᴛ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜs, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇʀs ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴇʀᴀ (ғʀᴏᴍ 500 ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ), ғ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴋᴀʙᴜᴋɪᴍᴏɴᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟs ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴍ♥︎), ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ʀᴇɪɴᴄᴀʀɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴᴇ ᴄɪᴛɪᴢᴇɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴋᴀʙᴜᴋɪᴍᴏɴᴏ, sᴄᴀʀᴀᴍᴏᴜᴄʜᴇ, ᴋᴜʀᴏɴᴏsʜɪ, ᴋᴜɴɪᴋᴜᴢᴜsʜɪ, ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇʀ, ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛᴇʏᴠᴀᴛ, sᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀ!! ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡᴇsᴛ ᴛʀᴀɪʟᴇʀ ғʀᴏᴍ ғᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴄʏ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴅʏɪɴɢ/ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜs! ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ᴏʀ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ sᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀs. ғʟᴜғғ + ᴀɴɢsᴛ.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏsᴛ ʙᴏʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅs, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇғᴜʟʟʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀss. ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ᴡᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴜᴘ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀʏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇ, ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇ ᴄʜɪᴇғ sᴄᴏʟᴅᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴄᴀʀʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ʙᴏʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ. ᴇᴠᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ʜᴇ ɪɴsɪsᴛ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛᴀsᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴇᴅs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɴᴏʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏɴ. ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀsᴋ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘᴜᴘ ʜᴇ ɪs, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟsᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴏᴅᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴡɴ ᴀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɴᴏʀ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴋᴀʙᴜᴋɪᴍᴏɴᴏ. ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʜᴇ sʟɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ “ᴍᴏᴍ” ᴏʀ “ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ”, ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʀᴀɢᴇᴅʏ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ. ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʀᴀɢᴇᴅʏ ᴄᴏsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴏʀ ᴄᴏsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴇᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴋᴀʙᴜᴋɪᴍᴏɴᴏ?

ᴀ/ɴ: ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴛʜɪs, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ʀs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇʀs ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴇʀᴀ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴍ? ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɪ ᴅɪᴅ ʜɪs ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴇʀᴀ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ, ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜɪs ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍ ʟᴏʟ. sᴏ ɪ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜɪs, ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴇʀʀᴏʀs ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴘᴏᴏᴋɪᴇs;) ᴅᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇᴅ ғᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴᴇ ǫᴜᴇsᴛ ʏᴇᴛ ʙᴄ ᴍʏ sᴄʜᴇᴅ ɪs ᴘᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ʟᴏsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ɢʀʀʀʀʀ. ᴅɪᴅ ɪ ᴄʀʏ? ʏᴇs, ʏᴇs ɪ ᴅɪᴅ.

It’s funny how you got yourself in this situation, it felt like you adopted a puppy than a helper. What’s his name again? Kabukimono? Cute little innocent guy you took in. It was funny when he slipped up and called you “mom” or “mother.”

“Here, mom.” Kabukimono took the wood you have gathered, “let me help.” He insisted as a smile spread across his face, the sun illuminates with his smile as if the sun was also smiling upon him. You gave him a pat in his head, “I can handle this.” You assured and tried to get the log of woods back.

He took the logs and pressed it against his chest, as if he’s hugging it and not wanting to let go. He insist, he wanted to help you like how you helped him.

You could only sigh and pinch his cheeks gently, a soft sigh as you see him walk away with the logs, your eyes went a little wide when he almost trip himself—he turn around to face you from the distance and gave you a thumbs up. What a cute little guy.

After placing the log to its rightful place, he runs up to you and hugs you around the waist as you were taller than him, “very good, Kabuki.” You praise and caress the back of his head, feeling his dark purple hair. He beams with a smile like a ray of sunshine, you noticed that his sleeves were a little dirty.

“Did you trip into mud or something, dear?” you asked him with a worried you, also noticing that he had a little bruise on his left elbow. “I’m fine.” He said, his brows knitted together as he doesn’t want you to worry too much about him.

“How about you?” he tilts his head, his arms still around your waist and his chin resting on your chest—where he can happily hear how your heart beats, you don’t know why but he said that hearing it beat makes his mind at ease.

A yell was heard from the distance, it was the village chief. “Kabukimono!” he called out for the boy, “coming!” Kabukimono yelled as he looks up at you again, meeting eye to eye as you brush a strand of hair away from his baby soft face. He looks like a sad puppy when someone needs him, where he’ll be only a few minutes away from you.

“You planning on going?”

“But I don’t want to leave you.”

“It’s ok, I’ll take it from here.” You assured and kissed his forehead—sweet, soft, and gentle. Just like how he loves it. He nodded and was now off the run. He was running happily as he help the village chief bring and sort some supplies for the people.

Look at that sweet child! Always helping other people when they need him, you always see him hanging around the blacksmiths. Helping and learning to make iron weapons and chatting with the other boy there, his name? You didn’t get to know him but all you know that Kabuki was always on his side, maybe a friend?

Sometimes, his naivety and willing to help always worries you. His willingness and wanting to be helpful… you can’t form a word to it, because sometimes you’ll hear him say weird things nor that some insult was a good compliment. As if, you worry that he’s easy to manipulate.

Maybe you worry too much, but it’s better to worry when that kid seeks your presence, sees you as his “mother” and wanting to be held close to your warmth. He’ll politely ask whether he could even cuddle with you to sleep.

In your sleep, you were blessed by the gods above, the heavenly principle—Celestia.

“What does it do?” Kabuki asked, poking the hard glass of the electro vision where it’s hanging on your right side of your chest. You could only chuckle when he observe and awe when you match your clothes to your vision before he catch your waist again and nuzzle his cheek against the fabric of your new attire, “soft.” He murmur and deeply inhale and exhale as he buried his head in your chest.

“To answer your question, my dear Cecilia.” You pressed your lips on top of his head and pinch his cheeks as he holds himself close to you, as if he wants to be part of you on how he’s being passive-aggressive, “It’s a vision, given by Celestia when you are acknowledged by them.”

“It’s purple.”

“because it’s an electro vision.”

“you can choose visions?”

You want to laugh at his remark, but seeing how dear and innocent he is—you hugged him tightly as he is hugging tightly to you, you answered, “No, you can’t choose visions, if Celestia gives me that option then I could’ve picked the anemo vision by now.” You laughed.

“why didn’t you?”

“Because I can’t, Kabuki.”

“a certain vision will only be given, maybe it’s because of ‘the key is people’s desires.’” You added and patted his back, “why don’t you go and play?”

“I rather take care of you.” He murmur against your chest, not moving or even budging one bit as if he’s glued into you. “please.” There it is, the eyes that he knew you love so much, that you can’t even say no to him. He knows this.

“You haven’t taken your medicine, again.” He slightly frowns and rest his chin against your chest, his brows knitted in genuine worry. You smiled sweetly at him, “It’s hard to have a grab of a medicine nowadays, dear.” You trace your fingertips along to his hair, soothing his head as he let out a soft sigh against your touch.

“You need to be in shape or else the chief will scold you again.”

“I know.”

“Take your meds then.” He buried himself yet again against your chest.

He’d be like a lost puppy with you, everywhere you go—he’ll be there to follow.

Every sight and venture to the woods, he’ll be there to prepare your needs as he wants to look after your health.

After all, you are an ill person, a sick vision holder. And since he learned that vision has powers, he is worried to you as you are worried to him.

In the night, when the stars are visible—he will ask you to come join him stargazing, simplest things and small gestures makes him happy. Nothing too fancy, nothing too big nor small. Just you and him, under the stars till the two count a thousands of stars.

You were everything to him. And he was everything to you, as if the world had gone small and only left the two of you.

Would a day come where you have come to meet your demise? As this happiness and endless of laughter with this sunshine has been a little too good to be true. As if, the sun was smiling too much upon the two of you.

Was it smiling? Or was it mocking?

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You were making some food and cutting up fruits, accidentally cut your index finger and hiss brought Kabukimono’s attention to you as he hurriedly got up to you, “Are you okay, mom?” he asked as he confusingly stared up at you when you brought your bloody finger uo to your mouth to suck the blood out.

“I’m fine.” You stated, almost a muffle as you suck your own finger off. You glance at your ingredients and you lack of Lavender melons, “By the way,” you pulled your finger back from your lips and got to the nearest pond to wash your finger, “Can you find me more lavender melons, Kabuki?” you asked of him. He nodded and sat beside you when you wash your finger off, you smiled and mouthed that you are fine.

He was worried, but did what you asked as you assured him you are fine.

He had picked a few Lavender Melons, some trees were a little high for him to reach—resulting him to use one of his sandal and throw it at the melons. After a few fail attempts, the melon falls as he quickly got into his feet and caught the falling fruit that might explode when falling from a very high surface.

He was… messy. Dirt around his white kariginu outfit with a lavender veil, somehow, he didn’t pay attention to his dirty attire. All he thinks about was the delicious food you’ll be making and desserts with these fruits, even he, himself knew that he doesn’t need food to full himself nor get energy from them. Why? He’s a puppet, of course.

Does he feel bad when you prepare him food even though he doesn’t need it like humans do? No, in fact. He enjoys the food you made for him, he loves your cooking and loves it more when you eat with him while he listens to you talk.

The fact that you sent him out to gather a few lavender melons for ingredients, it delights him that you stay at home while he is useful and helpful to you. He was delighted that you found him first and took him in.

You treated him with kindness that he never knew needed nor know about it, he felt like he could trust you completely—but doubt crawls over to his mind, if he told you that he’s a puppet. How would you react?

Would you hate him? Throw him away? Tell the whole village that he’s not one of you? Would you turn your back on him and leave him behind? Abandon him?

A lavender melon fell onto his head, snapping him back to reality. It looks like he zoned out for a bit. He brush the back of his head and chuckle to himself, keeping a positive energy and took the lavender melon to his arms as he stood up and hops his steps back to the village.

How delighted he will be when he comes home having two to five lavender melons he had taken… and thanking the tress for it. He loves hearing your praises when he did something good and that made you smile, he would cling and watch you slice those fruits up and feed him a slice and make a little mini jump of excitement.

It was a nice walk way back, he swung open the door and greeted with a huge smile in his face, “Mother, I’m back!” he yelled and run up to you on the table where you bandage up your small cut wound.

Your smile and the touch of your warm hand was the small thing that’ll keep him happy, your voice that’s been singing praises will play in his ears as you acknowledge his help and usefulness, “Very good, Kabuki.” You place a quick kiss against his forehead and took the lavender melons from his arms.

“Kabuki, how about you go help the chi-”

You fail to form your sentence as screams were heard outside, your heart dropped. Fear overcomes as you move by instinct and pulled Kabukimono by his arm, directly going towards to the other door where you go out and train with your wooden dummies. You look back and see to him, those screams…

He was terrified.

“W-What’s happening..?” He manage to ask, his tone mix with confusion and concern. You wanted to get away, get Kabukimono away from this horrors. Turning sharp to the corner, a sharp breath caught to your throat—as if you have forgotten how to breathe. What did you see?

Someone, you tried to push Kabukimono away from the scene—trying to turn his back away but it was too late, he had already witness a horrifying scene that will haunt him every night.

A village person, dead, on the ground. Their eyes were bloodshot as if they are shredding blood as their tears. Crimson blood dripping down from their forehead as they lie lifeless to the ground—their head to the side as if they’re staring at the both of you, as if they’re saying, you’re next.

You and Kabuki were hiding behind your small house, having the shadow covers up the two of you, to not be revealed by some monster, or rather. A unwelcomed guest in the village, who has come bring chaos and bloodshed within the village, your home.

You turn to Kabuki, he was confuse—he does not know why there’s crimson in that persons head, dripping down as they lie lifeless in the ground with their own pool of blood, you palm his cheeks, forcing a smile as you tried to steal his gaze away from such horrifying scene.

“Kabuki, dear, listen. I want you to do something for me, hm?” you try to remain calm, not wanting to scare the boy who has his gaze on you. His brows knitted together in worry, his eyes visibly scared on what he had witness. You grab a hold of his forearm as you got on one knee to kneel down, your eye to his, “Everything’s going to be fine, I want you to run and get help.” You kiss his forehead.

“what about you?”

“I’ll buy you time, I can fight after all.”

“You’re still not in good condition.”

“I know,” you smiled and stood up—cupping his cheek as you pull him in an embrace, “But I’ll be fine, now go.”

He nodded but his eyes darted to another person that’s been getting chase down, sword pierce right through them as a bloody scream escape from their mouth, coughing blood as the sword was retrieve—leaving that person in their own pool of blood.

He could only close his eyes and tighten his arms around your embrace, he wants to cry, to yell, but he needed to do what you said, get help. He thought of coming to the shogun and ask them for help.

Pulling away as he ran from the opposite direction, those “guest” noticed the boy as they try to come after him, you block their direction as you pulled out your bow—merging your element to form an attack. Buying Kabukimono some time to run.

He saw you fight one on one or more, you were going on defense more than offence, his can feel his skin shudder and his heart and mind race with worry. He wants to help you, but he needs to get help.

Kabuki ran, he ran as tears were filling up his vision and try to get help—but his mind wanders back to you, what if you get hurt? What if something worse happens to you?

These thoughts what made Kabuki stop his tracks, would he want to go back and ignore your favor don‘t get you out of there, he wants you to run away with him.

And so, he ran back. And the moment he did, he witness something that terrified him most.

“Mother..?” he called out, his eyes wide and his brows knitted with worry as tears were starting to form in his eyes. You rest your back against the tree as you sat with your own pool of blood, breathing heavily and your eyes heavy.

He ran towards you, tears rolling down his cheeks as he held you by his arm—cradling you like how you cradle him, he inspect your injury, your right hand covering your stomach to the side, trying your best to stop the bleeding.

Your half-lidded eyes darted to his worried and scared gaze, you could only smile and took your right hand off of your bleeding figure and use it to cup his face, staining him with your warm blood.

“There you are.” You manage to utter weakly, trying to manage that lovely tone that he loves so much. “It’s ok, I’m still alive.” You assured, wiping a tear off of his cheek using your thumb. You took something off of your shoulder, your vision then a paper, probably a letter. “Have this, open the letter when the time comes.”

Time? What time? He could only ask himself in his mind, what can he do to help you? He felt so low.. so vulnerable and helpless, as if he failed serving and following you, help. “H-Help..” he manage to voice out, “I n-need to get you help.” He says and kneel as he tries his hardest to get you on his back, but you didn’t budge.

“It’s ok… It’s just a small wound..” Small? It can’t be that small when you’re losing too much blood and when you’re desperate trying to get air as you were breathing heavily, “you were the best thing that has ever happen to me, Kabuki.”

He could only weep, bury his head against your neck. Trying his best not to cry out loud, you patted his shoulder in a weak manner—as if you’re slowly losing energy. He noticed that the light of your vision is slowly fading, but he pay no mind as he’s only focus on you and you alone.

Tears keeps coming as they slide down from his cheeks then drop to your cheeks, your thumb always wiping them off as his glassy eyes stared to yours—you were wasting your last energy talking to him and wiping off his tears and telling something humorous, to make him laugh right? You could hear him make a few slight chuckles in between his silent sobs.

He has you in his back, carrying you all the way to get help to the shogun herself—telling him sweet nothings as he communicates with you, thinking it’d be a good idea to keep the conversation to keep you entertained and alive. Help is on the way.

“W-We’re here!” he exclaimed, his legs almost going to give out on how much items you carry within your attire, “h-hey..” he called and nudges you lightly, to his horrors. You weren’t responding. He gently lay you down to the ground and held you in an embrace, tapping your cheeks and shaking you gently, “M-Mom..?” His heart dropping, his eyes widening and his breathing becomes rapid.

“H-Help..” he choke on his words, he screams for help—grabbing people’s attention to him as they saw the poor frightened boy covered with your dried blood—messing up his kariginu robe, along with his lavender veil as tears fails to form in his eyes, seeing that you are now lifeless in his arms and now that your vision is no longer glowing, no more life.

Time slows down, as if people are moving slowly around him—sounds of panic and urgency became a muffle as his own ears ring and his breathing rigged. He could only hold on tightly to the vision that has lost its light, as it felt like it died with you.

With you gone, he doesn’t know what to do—what task he’ll help with or errand to run. With the village turns to a bloody ruin, an unwanted war brought to the peaceful environment. He found himself in front of your bed. Where you and him cuddle to sleep, where you tell him little stories to help the two of you to fall asleep

“Gone.” He mutter, his tone flat as he’s tired. So, so tired. He misses your touch and warmth, your voice and your lovely smile that greets him every time he ran home after finishing an errand. He missed your presence, so much.

Your scarf around his neck, sniffing your scent in it—if there are still that remains. He crawls in bed, hugging his knees together as he look at the bedside table, a picture frame of you and him; smiling. Finally, he finally shred one last tear, as he hug himself to sleep. He imagines that you are here with him, in bed. Cooing him, soothing him, assuring him, that everything will be alright. He imagine that you were humming him to sleep or telling him folktales, how your hand on his back as you caress him to sleep.

But now? He’s alone, your poor Kabukimono, hugging himself to sleep as he pretends you are still with him. Silent sobs escapes from him as he falls from a deep slumber.

And thus, how his life began, or how his life began to be a living hell. To be an experiment.

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Five-hundred years, it has been that long. For him, and that’s how long you have been dead.

The poor boy has been through so, so much… Pain, misery, despair, loneliness, betrayals, and how he witness humans and his surroundings evolve to something new every year.

He became an experiment to The Doctor, a fatui harbinger, and needless to say that he had gone through many names.

Kabukimono, the boy who you once adored. A naïve and helpful child that who is willing to do anything that you ask.

Kuronoshi, then Kunikuzushi—where he starts his vengeance where he was betrayed three times and saw the ugliness of human society, yet he desire to be one of them. But, in this case, he doesn’t know whether to take your ‘death’ as a betrayal, as in every era he pass through—he would always thought of you.

Then comes The Balladeer, or Scaramouche per say. He became a fatui, he became a cruel and cunning harbinger—the boy who you couldn’t even recognize anymore, as he was experimented many times to the promise of the divine power, that made him lose himself in sole way. But he only desire a heart of his own, if only he wasn’t a puppet.

Shouki no Kami, who he has been use as the subject and has the power to rival Teyvat’s gods, and is known to be an artificial divinity, but alas, he was defeated by the Goddess of wisdom—Nahida, due to the loop she did to defeat him. But he soon enough when he gain consciousness after his coma, he agreed on helping Nahida to some way in Irminsul—thus him removing his past to the world.

But at some point, he never did erase the him you met in the past first five-hundred years, he only kept Kabukimono in Irminsul. As if, his own mind couldn’t erase you. He wanted to hate you despise you and curse you for leaving him. But he didn’t understand the concept of death, he didn’t understand.

All he knew, is that… you were a wonderful experience…

In which now, he became ‘Wanderer’ that the people in Akademya and the traveler knew now.

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His arms crossed and his eyes close as he rest his back against the wall, feeling the cool wind hit him. A flying companion and blonde traveler approach the boy who seems to relax on his own, “Teyvat to wanderer!” the flying ‘thing’ spoke to catch the boys attention, “what now?” the boy sigh and turn to the blonde traveler. His peace of mind was disturb by a certain someone, he was busy—busy reminiscing the past.

“Oh.. So you’re heading to Fontaine next?” Wanderer raised his eyebrow, arms still cross against his chest as he spoke in a surprise tone. The flying ‘thing’ nodded, who’s name is Paimon, “uh-huh! Nahida says we should take you with us.” The traveler nod and smile, “she says you need some time off and come with us to enjoy Fontaine.”

He could only stare down to his anemo vision and fix his hat as a sigh escapes from his lips, “fine, I’ll come.” He agreed and gave a faint smile, “lead the way, traveler and Paimon.”

“Safe travels for the three of you, and keep an eye on Wanderer.” Nahida remarks with a giggle, “It’s not like I’m going to commit a crime or something.” Wanderer replied, the Goddess of wisdom only giggled and bid both Wanderer and traveler goodbye and wish them well for their travel to Fontaine.

The ride was quiet, his attention was at the sea where the view was just water. No mountains or such, as Paimon and traveler held conversation. His mind wanders back to you, always has been. He looks down at his vision yet again, palming it to his two hands and caressing the thick glass as it glows. He remembers how much you love the wind—how the cool breeze hits your skin and messing your hair, how refreshing it feels and more.

He remembered when you told him that you wish to have that kind of vision, but you were given an electro one. But it’s been five hundred years, that moment had pass and if he could, he would do anything to bring you back. If he had the power, he would demand even the Celestia to give you back to him. He miss you, it hurts him to admit it.

“Uh, hey Wanderer?” Paimon called out, still floating as ever even in the boat. He let out a small hum to answer Paimon’s call, “me and traveler thought that you’re too quietly, is something wrong?” a hint of concern in Paimons voice, he shakes his head and sigh. “It’s nothing,” he says, as he looks at the two then back to his vision, “I just miss someone that’s dear to me, that’s all.” He mumbled and put his vision back to his shoulder—where you too, used to put your vision from five hundred years ago…

“Huh?” Paimon puts her finger to her chin, trying to make out what the boy just said, “Oh!” Paimon nodded, “I get it! You miss someone you know that they hold dear to you,” the boy could only hum in response as the boat still sails towards their destination, “So uh,” Paimon turn to traveler then back to him, “Who’s this person?” she finally asked.

Before he could response, he says, “Oh look, we’re here.” He got up from the boat and look up to the view of Fontaine. Paimon groans and whines at the traveler for Wanderer not answering her question. The people of Fontaine are… unique as they have a modern like and advance technologies unlike other regions, this piqued his interest, but then again—stepping foot here felt like he will wish he did not come here or he was glad he step foot here.

Wanderer felt a sudden of uneasiness as he close his eyes and folds his arms to his chest, “Huh? What’chu standing around for?” Paimon asked, “It’s nothing, I just felt something heavy—like a sudden of uneasiness.” Wanderer turned to them, “It’s just probably nothing.” He gave a shrug and Paimon nodded, how her brows knitted together either a sense of worry or confusion.

“You say you two looking for the Hydro archon?” The boy asked and both traveler and their flying companion nodded, “I feel like you’re in luck, looks like the Hydro archon came looking for you two.” People came bustling and gathering, this is going to be interesting.

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The following days has been… well, a roller-coaster ride, I suppose. It was one hell that the Hydro archon that goes by the name Furina. Lady Furina; which how her people address her, Wanderer was both surprised and shocked when that blonde traveler wanted to duel that god. You couldn’t even imagine how he noticed that the god was shocked and terrified.

He spent most of his time walking behind the big shots: Paimon and the blonde traveler, after all—these two has been awfully graced by the hydro archon herself, which makes them more and more of a celebrity if the archon themselves shows up for them.

But every walk, every click of his shoe, his mind still wanders—how he kept having this feeling, as if he was searching for something but couldn’t point it out, causing him to bump into Paimon and Traveler. “Heeey!” Paimon crossed her arms and turn to the seemingly-lost-in-his-own-thoughts-Wanderer, “Apologies.” He said, putting his hand onto his chest to show that he didn’t mean to and that he’s sincere.

Paimon huffs and puts her hand to her hips, “What has gotten into you, Wanderer?” she asked, Wanderer gave a few good pause before answering. “It’s nothing, I just got this feeling that I’m connected with someone here in Fontaine.” He sigh and turn his head to look at the signs of different shops.

“Oh? That’s weird. You’ve never been to Fontaine before, right?” Wanderer nodded to Paimons remark, “That was what I find odd too.” Wanderer express, his brows knitted—showing either he’s troubled or frustrated.

“Ooh! By the way, you forgot to answer my question!”

“What question?” Wanderer raised an eyebrow, silence filled the air as he made an ‘oh’ expression, “That question.” He said and nodded, “well, it wouldn’t hurt telling a little since it’s been five-hundred years.”

“There was this girl, she was like uh…” he cleared his throat first, folding his arms to his chest, “She was my mother, who treated me as her own.”

“Mom? Like your creator or something?” Said by confused Paimon, her eyes squinting as she looks at her blonde companion: the traveler. Wanderer shakes his head as a faint smile tug from the corner of his lips, “No, you misunderstood.”

“But, you say ‘mom’ then I thought you are calling your creator as your mother. Didn’t the Raiden Shogun created you… No, no. Raiden Ei, I believe.”

“You’re right, Ei created me.” He emphasized his creators name, “But you are still wrong,” both of his hand fell from his sides and shrugs, “Ei created me, I have every right to call her my mom. But she’s not my mom.” This causes Paimon to not understand more of it.

“Ei didn’t treat me as her own, abandoned me and left me to rot.” He pauses, then continues, “While my ‘mom’, the one whom took care of me and took me as her own is my ‘mom.’ Do you get my point now?” The boy tried his hardest to explain.

“She was human, you’d be surprise—of course, since the one who I call my own mother is a human while I’m a puppet.”

“it was indeed shocking that a human took you in, not to mention you call her your mom too.”

“Her name is y/n… Pretty name, yeah?” He chuckle, his brows knitted together as he recall the past, “She was a stubborn fool, always acting out before thinking.” He sighs, “But if it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t become what I am now. Probably going to continue as a harbinger or a test subject.”

He looks at the blonde traveler, “And if it weren’t for you nor Buer, I wouldn’t realize that what I was in the past—she would probably be in shock.”

“why?”

“Because her precious Kabuki faded away, she wouldn’t recognize me no more.”

“aww.. Then what happened to her..?”

Sharing isn’t his best forte nor expressing something so deep to someone, it just hurts.. You know? The boy who longed for a mother and feel her love suddenly disappear right before his eyes as he watch you use your last breath. Your last breath where you did not regret wasting it upon him.

And so, the three sat by the nearest bench. He recall and tell the traumatic tale from five-hundred years ago.. How you two met, how it was going—how the your stories progress to a loving mother-son trope. Then, how he lost you..

As he tell his story, he couldn’t shred a tear. Maybe it’s because he’s now immune to the heartbreak and pain? Or maybe there’s no longer tears to shred?

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Time passed, his face remains with that same expression ever since he started telling his sob tale. The traveler could only nod through the whole story, while Paimon cried and sob against the traveler’s shoulder.

3:00 pm.

Checking the time, he lifts his head up to look at the blue sky. The air picking up as he turns his gaze to the two companions, he spoke, “shouldn’t you both better be on your way?”

Paimon weeps, brushing her tears away with the back of her small little hands, “T-That’s so s-sad..” she sniffle, “She’s so nice and.. and..” the next sentence came out gibberish and Wanderer, the blonde traveler—couldn’t make sense of what this flying companion is saying.

He rolled his eyes and breath in, inhaling the air of Fontaine… or it’s just sweets that he smells? Oh, he hates sweets.

He used to love them, with you making them for him. He used to eat all the desserts you make just for him, and he will gladly share and eat them with you in the same table—in the same roof, where he used to call home.

It took some time to have Paimon come down from her overwhelming emotional burst from the boys story. “Didn’t we have some business with the shopkeeper?” Paimon turn to the blonde traveler in which the traveler nodded, the two stood up and asked him if he could join them, extra company wouldn’t hurt.

“oh? You want me to come?” Wanderer asked as he stands up from his seat, brushes the fabric of his shoulder and folded his arms. The two companions nodded with a smile, “It’s best to keep your mind off of a bit, a distraction from your thoughts… Maybe?” Paimon says.

Wanderer chuckle and returns the smile, “If you insist, then sure.”

The walk was nice, it did keep his mind off a bit from his thoughts and this memories because Paimon can’t keep her mouth shut, he only replies with a simple nod, shake, a simple hum and ‘ok’ to her as they finally arrive at the shop they’re suppose to have business with.

“An antique shop..?” Wanderer tilts his head, Paimon nodded and hum, “yup! We were gonna pick something up for monsieur Neuvillette.”

“The chief justice of Fontaine?”

“Yup, he’s the one.”

Slowly nodding to what Paimon said, the three step inside the antique shop.

Your antique shop.

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A familiar voice was heard when they entered the shop, the insides were well-maintained and cleaned. The aroma was sweetly refreshing, and the moment he laid his eyes upon the shopkeeper, he was confuse, surprised, and other emotions that he couldn’t explain—it was overwhelming.

“Hello! Welcome to y/n antiques, feel free to look around.” Your voice, that sweet melodic voice that used to sing for him—that used to look out for him and call him. He couldn’t believe it…

A vision? Anemo, probably a catalyst wielder and an antique owner.. You were alive, much healthier, not ill, full of energy and your voice filling the room of the shop.

“M… M-Ma…?”

“huh?” Paimon looks at the boy, whose face was troubled, full of question and doubt. “Are you alright, Wanderer?”

“I’m fine.” He cleared his throat and looked at the ground, shifting his weight and height to distract himself for a bit. Paimon nods and pay no mind to his troubled thoughts, “Uh, we’re here to pick something up for monsieur Neuvillette.”

“ah! I see, please give me a second,” you spoke with a delight tone and got under the desk to reach out to something.

How..? He thought, looking at you while getting the thing that Neuvillette asked for to the traveler and Paimon, neatly knotting a ribbon beautifully and giving it to the two.

Spending his days from the Akademiya, he know something about this… ‘reincarnation’ something about that, but.. How? He keeps questioning himself, after all these years you’ve come back, alive and well and living the life you dreamed of since the past.

He wanted to hug you, the urge too powerful but he remains in his position—not wanting to scare you, well, since… you don’t remember him. That’s reincarnation, sometimes.. Probably.

“…derer… anderer.. Wanderer..!”

A voice calling out to him when he daze out, finally snapping back to reality, “hm?” he hums a response, “you seem out of it, we got what we needed..” Paimon showed the neatly beautiful ribbon box to Wanderer, “Let’s go! We still have to show you around in the opera house and meeting the chief justice.”

Wanderer blinked and shakes his head, “.. no.. I’ll stay here.. You go.” He said unexpectedly, “you sure?” Wanderer was sure all right, Paimon nodded and sigh, “all right then, meet you later!” And so, the two companion waved and bid farewell to the boy.

“Oh! You’re still here, sir?” you chuckle, “how can I help you?”

“Nothing,” Wanderer replied, “o-oh..!” you smiled and dust off the old book on your hand, his eyes scanned the whole shop and sees that most antiques aren’t properly cleaned yet and some old tale books aren’t in their proper position yet.

It gave him an idea, an idea to get closer with you again, to feel you again. Starting from square one, as if—the universe gave him a chance to be with you again.

“It looks like you’re the one who needed help, miss..” he almost said your name, “y/n, I believe I already introduced myself, but it’s y/n. You are?”

His breath hitches and has this hopeful spark in his eyes, “… Wanderer… Nice to meet you.. y/n.”

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He loves you dearly, still sees you the same as ever. If meeting you like this even after a hundred or thousand of years passes, he wouldn’t mind meeting you over and over and over again. He’ll do anything to be with you, you bring him solace, a safe space and a comforting presence and home.

You only met him the first time here in Fontaine, but for him—he wouldn’t mind meeting you again and again, reincarnation or something. He’s glad he found you, and you found him unintentionally.

No, you don’t know this boy. But somehow felt a connection, as if. You already knew him from your past. As if, he was that little pup in your dreams when you woke up from your deep state of a dream.

He wouldn’t lose you again, no. He’d do anything to protect you like how you have protected him from that village attack. He’s… forever grateful, you haven’t changed much and he… misses you.

A part of him felt complete, like a beautiful tone was complete and the melodies you once sang now carries a different resonance and the past of your last life now fading off of his mind.

And if the prophecy were to be true, he'd watch this nation fall and save you, not wanting to see you die again before his eyes—not wanting to be left again and feel the ache of his... heart. For you, he will choose you over this falling nation.

Now, you’re with him. And he’s with you.

Side by side, capturing every moment with you.

If in the past, he was your wonderful experience and you were.. his everything.

[universal-bunny]

killua & gon (separately) x sick reader

This might be out of character but I hope you like it and ThankYou for this request!

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𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓾𝓪 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓖𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓼/𝓸

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Kɪʟʟᴜᴀ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ Tʏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀʀᴇᴀᴄᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ sᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ғʀᴇᴀᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴠɪsɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴋɪɴ ᴡᴀs ғʟᴜsʜᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ. Nᴏᴡ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ Kɪʟʟᴜᴀ ɪs ᴀ sᴍᴀʀᴛ ʙᴏʏ ғᴏʀ ʜɪs ᴀɢᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴢᴇʀᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ Cᴏʟᴅ Bᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇɴ sɪᴄᴋ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs Gᴏᴏᴅ Iᴍᴍᴜɴᴇ sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴜsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ. Sᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ Iᴅᴇᴀ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ Kɪʟʟᴜᴀ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ Lᴇᴏʀɪᴏ ᴀsᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ Cᴏʟᴅ. Aғᴛᴇʀ ʟᴇᴏʀɪᴏ ᴛᴏʟᴅ Kɪʟᴜᴀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ Kɪʟʟᴜᴀ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ᴊᴀᴋᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴏᴇs Bᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇᴅʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴅᴏᴏʀ Hᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴏғᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴏᴡ ʀᴀsᴘʏ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜɪᴍ "Kɪʟʟᴜᴀ" "ʜᴍ" Kɪʟʟᴜᴀ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏɴᴇ "Wᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏɪɴɢ" ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙᴀʀʟᴇʏ Kɪʟʟᴜᴀ sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴡsᴇʀᴇᴅ "I'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs" "Tʜɪɴɢs?" Yᴏᴜ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ "B-ʙᴀᴋᴀ Sᴛᴏᴘ ᴀsᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ sᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ!" Kɪʟʟᴜᴀ sʜᴏᴜᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴜᴅ "O-sɴᴇᴇᴢᴇ-ᴋᴀʏ" ᴋɪʟʟɪᴀ ʟᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ sɪɢʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏғᴛ ᴇʏᴇs "I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴛᴀʏ ɪɴ ʙᴇᴅ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ" Yᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴅᴅᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ. 'TɪᴍᴇSᴋɪᴘ' Kɪʟʟᴜᴀ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇᴅʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇғᴜʟʟʏ sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ Hᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪsᴛᴜʀʙ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Kɪʟʟᴜᴀ sɪɢʜᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴜɢᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜᴛ ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏғᴛʟʏ sʜᴏᴏᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴜʀʀᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇʙʀᴏᴡs ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ʜᴍ " Hᴇʏʏ Bᴀᴋᴀ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ" sᴀɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴇʏᴇs sʟᴏᴡʟʏ " Kɪʟʟᴜᴀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ" ʏᴏᴜ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ sᴏғᴛʟʏ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ғɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜɢʜs "Gᴇᴜss I ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴡᴏʀsᴇ" Aᴛ ᴛʜɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴡɪᴅᴅᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ "Nᴜ-ᴜʜ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ ɪs ɴᴀsᴛʏ!" Yᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɢʜɪɴɢ "Bᴀᴋᴀ! Yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ ɢʀᴏss Gᴇʀᴍs!" Kɪʟʟᴜᴀ Sʜᴏᴜᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ "Fɪɴᴇ" ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ sɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴇᴄʜᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏᴀᴡᴀʏ Kɪʟʟᴜᴀ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ sᴘᴏᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴏᴏɴ " Yᴏᴜ sɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Sᴜʀᴘʀɪsɪɴɢʟʏ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ɢʀᴀᴘᴇ ғʟᴀᴠᴏʀᴇᴅ " Sᴇᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴀᴅ ʜᴜʜ" ᴋɪʟʟᴜᴀ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪs sɪɢɴɪᴛᴜʀᴇ sᴍɪʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪғᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴ ᴇʏᴇ ʙʀᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇɴ Yᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴅᴅᴇᴅ Kɪʟʟᴜᴀ sɪɢʜᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ "ᴡᴇ-" "I'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏᴜᴘ Aɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴀɪɴ Iᴅɪᴏᴛ.." TɪᴍᴇSᴋɪᴘ "Tʜᴇ sᴏᴜᴘ ᴡᴀs sᴜʀᴘʀɪsɪɴɢʟʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ Kɪʟʟᴜᴀ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ Yᴏᴜ!" Kɪʟʟᴜᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴘɪɴᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs "O-ᴏɪ Oʀ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀʏɪɴɢ I ᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴄᴏᴏᴋ!" ᴋɪʟʟᴜᴀ sʜᴏᴜᴛᴇᴅ " "Wᴇʟʟ ɴᴏ Iғ I ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴀᴏᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏᴏᴅ..." Yᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ Kɪʟʟᴜᴀ ʜᴜғғᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʜɪs sʟᴇᴇᴠᴇ "H-ʜᴇʏ ᴘʟs ᴅᴏɴᴛ ɢᴏ" Yᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜɪs ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴇʏᴇs ᴋɪʟʟᴜᴀ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs sᴏғᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ Aɴᴅ ᴡᴊᴇɴ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴘᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇsɪsᴛ ʜɪs sᴡᴇᴇᴛ s/ᴏ "Sᴜʀᴇ Iᴅɪᴏᴛ" Kɪʟʟᴜᴀ ʜᴏᴘᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏғᴛ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍs ᴡɪᴅᴇ "ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ? " Hᴜʜʜ Fɪɴᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏɪʀ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ sɪᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ" Kɪʟʟᴜᴀ ʟᴇᴀɴᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʀᴀᴘᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴀʀᴍs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ Aɴᴅ ʜᴜᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғɪɴɢᴇʀs ɪɴ ʜɪs ʜᴀɪʀ YOU MIGHT BE AN IDIOT BUT YOUR MY IDIOT <3 Kɪʟʟᴜᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢᴛ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴅʀɪғᴛɪɴɢ ᴏғ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ sʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ

∆ 𝕲𝖔𝖓 𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖈𝖊𝖘

Gᴏɴ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ ᴡᴀs Sᴜᴘᴘʀɪsᴇᴅ Wʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴀʀᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ɪɴ ᴀᴜɴᴛ Mɪᴛᴏs ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ Yᴏᴜ Wɪᴛʜ ᴀ Fᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴛ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ Tʜɪs ᴀʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ Gᴏɴ ᴛʜᴏɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ Iᴅᴇᴀ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ Mɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ Sᴡɪᴍᴍɪɴɢ Sɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sɪᴄᴋ ɢᴏɴ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ғɪsʜɪɴɢ ʙʏ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀᴜɴᴛ ᴍɪᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴅɴᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ɪᴛ sʜᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜɪᴍ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏ sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜᴘ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ Mᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʀʙs/Mᴇᴅɪᴄᴇɴᴇ sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɢᴏᴛ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ғᴇᴇʟ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇᴛ Sᴏ Gᴏɴ ʜᴀᴅ A ɢʀᴇᴇᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ ʙᴀᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ sɪᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ Yᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜɪs s/ᴏ Iғ ʜᴇ ɢᴏsᴇ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʀᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ TɪᴍᴇSᴋɪᴘ Gᴏɴ ᴡᴀs Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ Fᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜᴘ Aᴜɴᴛ ᴍɪᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ Aғᴛᴇʀ Yᴏᴜʀ sᴏᴜᴘ ᴡᴀs Gᴏɴ Yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ sᴀᴅ ғᴀᴄᴇ Gᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ "Wʜʏ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ Sᴀᴅ YᴏᴜʀNᴀᴍᴇ" "Bᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ Yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Tᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ Hᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ Bᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I ɢᴏᴛ sɪᴄᴋ" Yᴏᴜ ʟᴏ��ᴋᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀsʜᴀᴍᴇᴅ Gᴏɴ Tᴏᴏᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ɪɴ ʜɪs " I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ sᴛᴀʏɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sɪᴄᴋ Bᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ I ɢᴏ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ!" Yᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ɢᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴇᴀʀʏ ᴇʏᴇ's "Tʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ᴀ L-ʟᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ Gᴏɴ" Yᴏᴜ sɴᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ sɴᴏᴛ ʟɪɴᴇ Gᴏɴ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴍɪʟɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴀ sᴡᴇᴀᴛ Dʀᴏᴘ ғᴏʀᴍᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴄʜᴇᴀᴋ Bᴜᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏғ Gᴀᴜʀᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ Yᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀᴘᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ʙᴏɴᴇ ᴄʀᴜsʜɪɴɢ " Hᴇ-ʜᴇʏ I ᴄᴀɴᴛ Bʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ-" "Oʜ sᴏʀʀ-sɴᴇᴇᴢᴇ-ʏ Gᴏɴ" Yᴏᴜ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇᴅ Gᴏɴ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ Iᴛ ᴏғғ "Wᴇʟʟ ɪғ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴᴛ Gᴏ ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴘᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ ʜᴜᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ?" Gᴏɴ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ʜɪs Aʀᴍs "Oᴋᴀʏ!" Yᴏᴜ Oᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍs ᴀɴᴅ ғᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄᴇ Aɴᴅ Jᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ TɪᴍᴇSᴋɪᴘ Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇғᴜʟ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴏɴ Wʜᴀʟᴇ Iʟᴀɴᴅs Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀɪᴄᴋᴇᴛ's ᴄʜɪʀᴘɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ Cʀɪᴛᴇᴛs Aᴜɴᴛ ᴍɪᴛᴏ Wᴀs ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ Tᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ Tᴏ ʜᴇʀ Sᴜᴘʀɪsᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ᴀ sɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʜᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs sᴏғᴛᴇɴ Iᴛ ᴡᴀs Gᴏɴ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴡᴀʏ Aᴜɴᴛ ᴍɪᴛᴏ sɪɢʜᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ Wᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴ Yᴏᴜʀ ғᴏʀᴇʜᴇᴀᴅ "Lᴏᴏᴋs ʟɪᴋᴇ Tʜᴇɪʀ Tᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛs ɢᴏᴏᴅ" Aᴜɴᴛ ᴍɪᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Sʜᴇ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ sᴏғᴛʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ "ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴜɴsᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇʙᴀʟ" Aᴜɴᴛ Mɪᴛᴏ sᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ.

Ⓤⓝⓘⓥⓔⓡⓢⓐⓛ-Ⓑⓤⓝⓝⓨ

𝕮𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕺𝖚𝖙

[everythingsf1ne23]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫? |

𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 (𝘒𝘪𝘯)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 💌:

well my last Michael piece flopped and I wish that it hadn’t ‘cause I really loved it, but please give me feedback in the comments of this one, I’m actually begging you all so I can make my writing better ~Jess

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 📝:

in which, Michael assumes that the girl who once loved him, won’t love him again (inspired by ‘How Much Longer?’ - Alexander 23)

𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭’𝘴 𝘗𝘰𝘷:

I couldn’t help but stare at her across the table at Amanda’s dinner, she broke up with me ages ago and she’s only at our dinners now ‘cause she does work with Amanda. 

ɪ ᴛʀʏ sᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅ

ᴅɪᴅ ɪ sᴄᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴡᴀʏ?

I love her and I think that I will forever love her, I watch her as she laughs along with Jimmy at a joke, I assume, I wonder will she ever love me again. 

ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴘɪɴᴋʏ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ

ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ

From what Amanda has been saying, apparently she has found someone new but apart of me hopes that’s not true.

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ

ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴅ

I notice her and Viking clinking their glasses and cheering, 

I can’t be bothered to look at her being happy so I get up out of my seat.

ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ

ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ, ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪɴ ʜᴀɴᴅ

ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ

ᴡʜᴇɴ, ʙᴀʙʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ?

“Are you not eating anymore dinner Mikey?” Amanda asks me and everyone turns in my direction.

“No I’ve lost my appetite so I’ll just go home” I down my water and I put on my jacket, then I look in her direction once more although this time she was actually looking at me with a bright smile on her face.

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🆆🅷🅰🆉🆉 🆈🅰 🅵🅰🆅🅾🆁🅸🆃? 🎭

I find out of long experience that I admire all nations and hate all governments -John Steinbeck-

[Iɴᴛʀᴏ]

Lᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs (ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs)

Tᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ (ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ)

Lᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs (ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs)

Yᴏᴜ ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ ɴᴏ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴇ

Yᴏᴜ ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴜsᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs

Yᴏᴜ ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴛᴀʀᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs

Kɪʟʟ ғᴏʀ ... ᴇᴀʀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴛʀɪᴘᴇs...

Nᴏ ʙᴏᴅʏ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ

Lᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ

Lᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ

Wᴇ ɢᴏɴ‘ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

Kɪʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ

[Cʜᴏʀᴜs]

(Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ!)

Nᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ I’ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʀʏɴᴀ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀ

(Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ!)

Bʏ ɴᴀᴋᴇᴅ [?] ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ 25

Sɪʀᴇɴs ʀᴇᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

Dᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴍᴇ

Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ sᴀʏ sʜɪᴛ

Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴄʜ

Cɪᴛʏ’s ʙᴜʀɴɪɴ‘ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ғʟᴀᴍᴇs

(Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ!)

Bᴜʟʟᴇᴛs ғʟʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ɴᴀᴍᴇs

(Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ!)

Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

[Vᴇʀsᴇ]

Dᴇᴀᴛʜ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴅɪsʜᴏɴᴏᴜʀ

I ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ɴᴏ ᴋᴀʀᴍᴀ

Wʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴛᴀʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ sᴛʀɪᴋᴇs ʜᴀʀᴅ

Jᴜsᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴄᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ

Gᴏᴛ ᴍᴇ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜɪs ᴀʟʟ���ʏᴡᴀʏ

Jᴜᴍᴘɪɴɢ ғɪsᴛ ᴛᴏ ғɪsᴛ

Nᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡɪɴ ʜɪs

Wᴇ ɢᴏɴ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ

[Bʀɪᴅɢᴇ]

Lᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs

Tᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ

Lᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs

Yᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴇ

Gᴇᴛ ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ

[Cʜᴏʀᴜs]

Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ

Nᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏʀᴛᴇsᴛ ʀɪᴅᴇ

Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ

Bʏ ɴᴀᴋᴇᴅ [?] ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ 25

Sɪʀᴇɴs ʀᴇᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

Dᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴍᴇ

Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ sᴀʏ sʜɪᴛ

Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴄʜ

Cɪᴛʏ’s ʙᴜʀɴɪɴ‘ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ғʟᴀᴍᴇs

(Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ!)

Bᴜʟʟᴇᴛs ғʟʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ɴᴀᴍᴇs

(Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ!)

Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

Tʜᴇsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ғʀᴇᴀᴋs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ

[Cʜᴏʀᴜs]

Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ

Nᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏʀᴛᴇsᴛ ʀɪᴅᴇ

Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ

Sɪʀᴇɴs ʀᴇᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

Dᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴍᴇ

Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ sᴀʏ sʜɪᴛ

Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴄʜ

Cɪᴛʏ’s ʙᴜʀɴɪɴ‘ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ғʟᴀᴍᴇs

(Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ!)

Bᴜʟʟᴇᴛs ғʟʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ɴᴀᴍᴇs

(Sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ!)

Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

[Oᴜᴛʀᴏ]

Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ. Wᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀ, ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ Gᴏᴅ ᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ Gᴏᴅ ᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ sʜɪᴛ ɪs, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢ. Yᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I’ᴍ sᴀʏɪɴ‘? Lɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ- ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴡʜᴇᴇʟ ɢᴏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ, Gᴏᴅ ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ ɢᴏɴ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴ‘ ɢʀᴀʙ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴜs ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴏᴍᴇ! Nɪɢɢᴀ, ᴡᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ‘ ᴄʀᴀsʜ! @invincible-selfxmade-punk @frenchpsychiatrymuderedmycnut @bigbonzo ThanX a bunch @katameme

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[ahcyladies]

Taglist dumps uwu

for my own reference later #★┊ text. ↳ (tag). is the template- its also just a giant wip for other characters okay-

[writing-for-the-hell-of-it]

his angel in discise pt 1

Come along see how y/n and Damian end up together In a bad place the doctor assassin y/n and killer assassin Vigilante Damian

"22 year old Damian stood all alone with the justice league tied up about the fight Slade Wilson as the battle gaged who is worried no one to back him up until she drops down she was there shadow he watched as spade jumped and she blocked as the entered a intense battle not knowing if they'd come out victorious"

See them grow and get through hard times watch him fall for her and her fall for him

character list ch 2 ch 3 ch 4

DISCLAIMER: I do not own dc or any other character In this unless started otherwise all dc character are from the Warner bros

⚠️WARNING⚠️ Blood cussing fighting some spicy seen no full on smut

𝟚𝟛:𝟘𝟘 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟚 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟡

22 ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴏʟᴅ Dᴀᴍɪᴀɴ sᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ ʟᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ ᴛɪᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ Sʟᴀᴅᴇ Wɪʟsᴏɴ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ɪs ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʜɪᴍ ᴜᴘ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ sʜᴇ ᴅʀᴏᴘs ᴅᴏᴡɴ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴀs sᴘᴀᴅᴇ ᴊᴜᴍᴘᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀ ɪɴᴛᴇɴsᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀɪᴏᴜs

Wᴏᴡ ᴡᴏᴡ ᴡᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀʀ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴇᴛ's ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ

ʟᴇᴛ's sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ɪs sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴡᴇʟʟ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ɪs ᴀʟsᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀs Y/N ɪs ᴀ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴀssᴀssɪɴ ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ɪs ᴀʟsᴏ ᴀ Wᴏʀʟᴅ ʀᴇɴᴏᴡɴᴇᴅ sᴜʀɢᴇᴏɴ sʜᴇ ɢʀᴀᴅᴜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴇᴅ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ʜᴇʀ 14 ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ʙʏ 16 ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʀᴇɴᴜɴᴅ sᴜʀɢᴇᴏɴ ʙʏ 19 ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴇs sʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ Dᴀᴍɪᴇɴ ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀsᴋ ᴡᴇʟʟ sʜᴇ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅ ᴏꜰ Hᴀʀʟᴇʏ Qᴜɪɴɴ ᴀɴᴅ Sʟᴀᴅᴇ Wɪʟsᴏɴ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀᴅ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴜᴍᴘᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴛ Tʜᴇ Sᴀssᴀɴ ʙᴀsᴇ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ Tɪᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʙ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ Jᴏᴋᴇʀ sʜᴇ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴍ's ᴏʟᴅ ᴘsʏᴄʜɪᴀᴛʀɪsᴛ sᴛᴜꜰꜰ sʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴜᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀs ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ Dᴀᴍɪᴀɴ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ Dᴀᴍɪᴇɴ ᴡᴀs ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ sʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴏʀ sʜᴇʟʟ sʜᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴡ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟꜰ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ sᴛᴜᴅɪᴇs ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ Dᴀᴍɪᴇɴ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ Dᴀᴍɪᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴜᴛɪɴᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ʟᴇᴛ's ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴅ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ sʜᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

4:15 ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ 13 2007

Hᴀʀʟᴇʏ Qᴜɪɴɴ ⵊ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ʙᴀʙʏ ɢɪʀʟ sʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ Y/N sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs 7 ᴘᴏᴜɴᴅs 1 ᴏᴜɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ 19.4 ɪɴᴄʜᴇs ᴛᴀʟʟ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ɪɴ ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ sᴛᴇᴘꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀs ᴊᴏᴋᴇʀ

sʜᴇ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴀᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴠʏ's ɢʀᴇᴇɴʜᴏᴜsᴇ Tʜᴀʟɪ́ᴀ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴀ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴄᴇʀᴛɪꜰɪᴄᴀᴛᴇ ᴀs ᴀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀ ᴛᴏ Sᴇʟᴇɴᴀ ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ʜᴇʀ Hᴀʀʟᴇʏ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ɪɴ Y/N's ʟɪꜰᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ Sʟᴀᴅᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴊᴏᴋᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ʜᴏʀʀɪʙʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ

Dᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʟᴀᴅᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴛɪʟʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ Lᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ Assᴀssɪɴs ʏᴏᴜ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ sᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴅᴀʏs ᴡɪᴛʜ Dᴀᴍɪᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴛᴀᴋᴇʀs ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍɪssɪᴏɴs ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ Bʀᴇᴀᴋꜰᴀsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ Dᴀᴍɪᴇɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ʀᴀ's ɢʜᴏᴜʟ ᴛᴀʟɪᴀ ᴀɴᴅ Sʟᴀᴅᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴏɴᴇ ᴏʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏʀ ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ Dᴀᴍɪᴀɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ᴇᴀᴛ ʟᴜɴᴄʜ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʀᴀɪɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ʜᴏᴍᴇᴡᴏʀᴋ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ʀᴏᴜᴛɪɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ Dᴀᴍɪᴇɴ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅs ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ɴᴜʀᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀsʜɪᴏɴ sʜᴏᴡ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴡɪᴛʜ Sᴇʟᴇɴᴀ ᴏʀ ⵊᴠʏ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ꜰɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀʟ sᴛᴜᴅɪᴇs ᴀᴛ 14 ᴅᴀᴍɪᴀɴ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ɢʀᴀᴅᴜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅs sᴏ ʟᴇᴛ's ꜰᴀsᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ᴀʀᴇ 13 ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏꜰᴛᴏᴘ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀssᴀssɪɴ ʙᴀss sᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴇɴᴇ ꜰᴀɪʀʏ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴄᴀɴᴅʟᴇs ᴍᴜsɪᴄ ᴘɪᴄɴɪᴄ ʙʟᴀɴᴋᴇᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅs ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ꜰɪʀᴇᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴛ ᴛᴜʙ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ sɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ɢᴏᴛ ʙᴏʀᴇᴅ ʟᴇᴛ's ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ [ᴛᴡ: ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ʜᴀʀᴍ // ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ]

ʙᴀʙʏ! ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴏᴍᴇ! ʟᴇᴍᴍᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ꜱʜᴏᴇꜱ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ! ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ɪ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ꜱᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ- ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴄᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴏ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴘ- ᴀʜʜ! ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏɴᴇ~

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ᴏʜ ʜᴇʏ ʙᴀʙʏ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍꜰʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ? ʏᴇᴀʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪɢ ꜱᴡᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ, ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏɴ ɪᴛ? ᴀʜʜ ʏᴇᴀʜ, ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɴᴅ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴊᴏɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴀʙʏᴅᴏʟʟ? ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛʏ~

ɴᴏᴡ ʟᴇᴍᴍᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ- ᴀʜᴀ! ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʟᴀᴘ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ, ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇꜱ! ᴀᴡᴡʜ, ɪꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ꜱʜʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ɴᴇᴄᴋ? ꜱᴏ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ, ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏɴᴇ. ʟᴇᴍᴍᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙʀᴜꜱʜ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅᴅᴅᴅ- ᴋɪꜱꜱ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ~!

ᴀʜᴀʜᴀ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ ɢɪɢɢʟᴇꜱ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ! ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ, ᴍʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ. ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ~ ᴍʜᴍ, ʏᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ, ɴᴏ ᴀʀɢᴜɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ.

ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇꜱᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ! ᴍʜᴍ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴜᴛɪᴇᴘɪᴇ- ʜɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ɴᴇᴄᴋ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴅᴇɴ- ᴀɴɢᴇʟ? ʙᴀʙʏ ʜᴇʏ- ᴡʜʏ'ᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʟɪɴᴄʜ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛɪᴄᴋʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜɪɢʜ?

ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ɪꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ? ʙᴀʙʏ ᴏʜ- ᴏʜ ɴᴏ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ- ʙᴀʙʏ ᴏʜ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ. ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʙᴀʙʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ? ʜᴜʜ? ʟᴏᴏᴋ..?

ᴏᴏʜ ɪ ꜱᴇᴇ, ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜɪɢʜꜱ- ɴᴏ? ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ? ᴀᴡᴡʜ ʙᴀʙʏᴅᴏʟʟ- ꜱʜʜʜ ꜱʜʜ~ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ! ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴀᴅ, ɪ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ- ᴜᴘ ᴡᴇ ɢᴏ! ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴇʀʟʏ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴅᴏʟʟ? ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴡᴇ ɢᴏ~

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ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛʏʏʏʏ ʙᴀʙʏ~ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴏɴᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʙᴀɴᴅᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ- ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛɪʟᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴜᴘ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ (~￣³￣)~*ᴍᴜᴡᴀʜ* ᴀʜᴀʜᴀ, ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɴᴇᴀᴋ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ɴᴏꜱᴇ ᴋɪꜱꜱɪᴇ. ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴍᴍᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡɪᴘᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴀʏ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋꜱ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ~

ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ꜱᴏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ʙᴀʙʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴏ ᴡᴇʟʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ?

ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇʟᴀᴘꜱᴇ, ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱʟɪᴘ ᴜᴘ. ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ꜱʟɪᴘ ᴜᴘ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴏᴋᴀʏ, ʏᴇᴀʜ?

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏ, ꜱᴏ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ, ᴍʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ, ʏᴇᴀʜ? ʏᴇᴀʜ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʙᴀʙʏ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ, ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ, ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ, ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ; ɪ'ʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ.

ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴏᴋᴀʏ ʙᴀʙʏ? ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ.

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴀɪʟᴇᴅ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏʙꜱᴛᴀᴄʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ʏᴇᴀʜ? ᴡᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ɪ'ʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ, ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ.

ɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ ɢᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ, ʏᴇᴀʜ? ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴘɪᴄᴋ, ꜱɪʟʟʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴇᴀɴ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡꜱ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱɴᴀᴄᴋꜱ, ɢᴜᴍᴅʀᴏᴘ? ʏᴇᴀʏᴇᴀ, ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴄᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ~ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ɪ ɢᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴜʜ?

ᴏᴋᴀʏ ɢᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴀʙʏ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ? ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴊᴏʙ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴊᴏʙ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱɪʟʟʏ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ'ᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʙᴀʙʏ-

ɴᴏᴡ ɢᴇᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪ ᴛɪᴄᴋʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ~

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Hey Lovelies

I hope you all know that I'm proud of you! Whether all you did today was brush your teeth, have a snack, or just open your eyes to breathe another day. It's hard, I know, but please don't be hard on yourself when you mess up! Just because you made a mistake, it doesn't mean you've failed! And trying your best doesn't mean trying until you can't anymore- cause then it's no longer your best. It's okay if your best today was just getting out of bed, or checking your phone, or binge watching that show you wanted to watch. Because you're trying your best and that's hard to do, so thank you. Thank you for trying and sticking around. I'm very, very proud of you.

Stay Safe Angels ( ˘ ³˘)♥

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Hi!! May blessing by blessing meet you at every corner when you step out of house today!🤍🙏🏻 If I can,I would like to submit my question for free tarot reading and idk if I can even ask this,am I allowed to😆 but I would like to know,if possible,-when will I meet the one I'll marry-my soulmate..?😊😔 My initials are M.P🤍 thank you to the universe and back if you even consider doing and answering it🙏🏻🤍

ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴍ.ᴘ !

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀʏ ʙᴇ ʙʟᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ♥♥♥ !

ᴛᴀʀᴏᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴅꜱ : ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀɪᴏᴛ; ᴛʜᴇ 7 ᴏꜰ ᴄᴜᴘꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢʜᴛ ʀᴇᴠᴇʀꜱᴇᴅ; ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴍᴘʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ʀᴇᴠᴇʀꜱᴇᴅ.

ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟꜱ ᴏʀᴀᴄʟᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴅꜱ : ɴᴇᴡ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʀᴇʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇx, ꜱᴇᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴘʀᴇᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ :

ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴇx ᴏʀ ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ʟʟ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟᴇᴍᴀᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜱɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜꜱᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ (ʏᴏᴜ ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ) ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɪᴍᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰᴜʟ ᴏꜰ ɴᴏᴛ ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ 2 ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍꜱ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪᴍᴘᴜʟꜱᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀꜱ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴏᴜʟᴇᴍᴀᴛᴇ. ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴇᴘ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴇᴠᴀʟᴜᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇꜱ.

ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ.

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