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𝙰/𝙽: 𝙰𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝙷𝚎𝚜 24 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 20.

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚓𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏. 𝙸𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

𝙼𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝-𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎-𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗. 𝙸𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜. 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢.

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝, 𝚗𝚘 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗.

𝙴𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜! 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝, 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚜: 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚙 𝚊 40 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 '𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎' 𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚜. 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜

"𝚎-𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎?"

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

"𝚢𝚎𝚜?"

"𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝-𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜?"

"𝚘𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔... 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘-"

"𝚏-𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔....", 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝...

"𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝!..", 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝.

𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜...𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍, 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. '𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢!' 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

"𝚞𝚑.."

"𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢.. 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜"

𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚜? 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚝. 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

"𝚊𝚑... 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚞𝚑𝚖... 𝚠𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜.....𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?"

𝙰𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚣𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎. 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢. 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚢��𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍.

"𝚘𝚔?.."

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎....𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

"𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑-𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖&𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍...𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚢!... 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚏 𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚢.."

𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜.

"𝚢-𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚑-..𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚑?"

"𝚢𝚎𝚊 𝚒 𝚞𝚑.. 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 2 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘. 𝙱𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗"

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝.

"𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝...𝚘𝚛-"

"𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗-𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎?"

"𝚢/𝚗.."

𝙷𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎. 𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝

"𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜"

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛, 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗

"𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢?"

"𝚢𝚞𝚙, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗. 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖"

"𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗?"

"𝚖𝚑𝚖..𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜... 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖 '𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚒 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢'"

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚞𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚜. 𝙴𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐

"𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 17 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍."

𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛? 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎?

"𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗?"

"𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔"

"𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗..."

"𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛?", 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜.

"𝚗𝚘!", 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍. "𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝...."

"𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢, 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢"

"𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝"

"𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎....𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗"

"𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞..."

"𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎?"

"𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎... 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖..𝙷𝚎𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚝!"

𝙴𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎. 𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙.

"𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢/𝚗.. 𝚒 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢....𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏"

"𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚍.. 𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖"

"𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐"

𝙴𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚢 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗..𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝

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[archersartcorner]

Thinkin bout my TES MC trio, so here’s some doodles of my Nerevarine fella. Pretty sure I’ve said it before, but if ur Nerevarine, HoK, and LDB don’t hang out at least once, what’s da point‼️

[grugruel]

Let the Light in

Pairing: priest!Bucky x f!reader

MDNI/NSFW

Masterlist

Summary: On the day of your wedding, you excpect to love your husband, not fall for the priest.

You'd never been a believer. But when your marrige spiraled into darkness, you had to find light elsewere. So you asked the Lord for help, and He answered.

Ironically enough, He gave you a most devout follower, the priest.

Word count: ca 4k

Warnings: fluff, angst, blasphemy, soft!priest!bucky, pinv sex, oral sex (f receiving), passionate sex, fingering, thigh-riding, adultry, praise (m receiving), priest kink.

AN: its been proof read! I dont understand how yall read it before the fact, my misspellings were crazy. I also edited it a bit, gave yall about 200-300 words more.

I stod silently on the sidewalk, with my back to the road. Numbly observing the scene in front of me as I waited. Cars were rushing past behind me, slowing as they noticed the crowd.

The chilly autumn winds blew my coat off of my stocking clad legs, revealing them to the elements. I couldnt be bothered to care.

The cold did not affect me anymore, I was strung out on feeling.

I watched my husband struggle, and the guests scramble to help him. They got him on his feet, and his best man slung an arm around him to keep him from falling again. My eyes brimmed with tears, ready to fall any second now.

I felt a hand touch the small of my back in silent support. A palm pressed firmly into the arch below, fingertips curling, rouching the fabric of my dress. I closed my eyes and all my troubles were wisked away for but a second, until I heard the guests approach and the hand left me. I opened my eyes to a grim sight.

We met in college, my husband and I. He'd been lovely and attentive when we first met, he made me fall in love with him. He proposed to me on our graduation, and i'd never been happier.

Unfortunately though, it didnt last that long.

As we were fresh out of school, both with stellar scores and brand new degrees. We got our dream jobs, and bought ourselves our dream home.

Everything was perfect, until he got fired. Why? He wouldnt tell me, he left me in the dark, refusing to tell me himself.

Naturally, I grew suspicious.

So I called his former boss, who told me that they'd caught him with his secretary bent over his desk. They said he'd gotten a reputation within his business and would be experiencing difficulties in finding a new job for himself. My crying increased gradually through out the call, this was the first time hed let me down after all. His boss was very apologetic and so was my fiancé.

He found me sat on the floor with phone in hand, a complete mess of tears and running mascara. Immedietly showing worry, 'Whats going on, whats happened?' He asked, thinking somebody died. But when I glared at him, repaying his silence with my own, he understood. He stuttered an apology, his words a flurry of explanations and sorrys, sounding truly regretful.

So I forgave him, silly me.

With time, bitterness manifested within him. Resentment over the fact that I was well liked and did good work at my own job. It led him down a pityfull path, finding solace in alcohol, resentment turning into lousey drunkeness. I should've left him, but chose to forgive him. I loved him, despite all.

Eventually he found a new job, nowehere near the prestige of his old one. But it calmed his drinking.

When he sobered slightly, he apologized continously. Telling me he promised to get better and told me he wanted to have our ceremony, because I deserved it. Foolishly, I belived him. He stayed sober several weeks before the wedding, and I thought it could be a new start.

But here we are now.

I stood behind the doors of the nave, inhaling and exhaling big shaky breaths, trying to gather strength for what I was about to throw myself into.

The priest, father Barnes. The one who would be marrying us, came to me before I walked down the aisle.

'Miss.' He began, his eyes pleading as he took my hands into his, 'Its now my place, I know. But your betrothed-'

'Youre right, its not.' I cut him off, the idea of discussing my fiancés indiscretions with the priest was not appealing. 'I apologize father.' I sighed and met his eyes, 'Hes drunk isnt he?'

The priest tilted his head to the side, realising I was already well aquainted with the vice, 'Well, yes. . .' He said, sounding apologetic.

I nodded my head, deep in thought, 'Alright, lets not waste anymore time then.'

'You're still going ahead with the wedding?' He asked me, an incredulous expression shaping his face.

I looked down, studying the intricate details of my wedding dress. Id picked it myself, my favourite flowers covered it. That man of mine doesnt know my favourite in anything, nor would he notice them on my dress.

A melancholic smile covered my lips, 'You must think me foolish father.' I whispered under my breath, chuckling quietly.

He shook his head and moved one of his hands to my chin, tilting my face to meet his. The other grabbed my hands, and squeezed them, 'I think youre strong.' He told me, a reassuring smile on his lips.

'He promised me he would get better.' My voice was meak, a tear streaking my face.

'You're a good woman.' He breathed, letting go of my hands to cup my face. He leveled his head with mine, his tall stature forcing him to hunch as his eyes locked with mine, 'Too, good.' He whispered, 'And, Its not my business, thats true. . .' Another tear fell, and he gently stroked it away with his thumb, 'But he does not deserve your kindness.'

My cheeks burned hot, a blush crept up my face. I had not heard such kind words in a long time. I could not controll my crying any longer, unstoppable tears came rolling down my cheeks, 'I have to believe him, father, I have to try.' I told him quietly, hating how desperate my voice sounded.

'I love him.'

He cringed at the words, furrowing his brows 'I admire your devotion.' He said gently, 'Do you want more time? Im sure we can wait a little longer.' He tried, but I shook my head.

'No, I dont want to keep the guests waiting.' I took a deep breath, 'Do I look ok?' I asked him.

He nodded, but pulled the cuff over his hand and dabbed my cheeks dry.

His eyes flickered over my face, studying my features, my wet eyes and rosy cheeks. He leaned in, kissed my cheek and whispered 'Angelic.' His hands fell to my bare shoulders and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

He turned around and as he was about the leave I grabbed hold of his wrist, carefully tugging him back. He faced me and I let go of him realising that perhaps it wasnt appropriate of me. 'I just-' I began, but my voice broke. He met my eyes and pulled me into his embrace, 'Thank you, father.' I whispered against his chest.

He rested his head on your shoulder and rubbed your back gently, holding onto the fabric of your dress, rubbing it between his fingers. Studying the beautiful pattern. He slid his hands up your arms, feeling a sudden urge to kiss the bare skin beneath him. He pulled back hastily, clearing his throat as he silently rebuked himself.

'I must take my place dear.' He said, stroking a piece of hair behind my ear. He gave me a last smile, then left, taking his place by the altar.

I heard the music starting and the muffled sound of the crowd standing up. I sighed, steadied my breathing, and opened the doors to the nave. Everyone turned around, looking at me. Whispers rumbled through the crowd as I began walking, their stares were making me nervous.

Through the gloom of the church, light shone through the windows at the altar. I looked at him for comfort, handsome as he was, I met his eyes and found it within them.

He could not tear his eyes from you, you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, courageous and proud, you walked down the aisle. When your eyes met his, he smiled proudly. Hoping you would find some comfort in it, and you found it.

As I approached the altar, I tore my eyes from his and looked at my fiancé. His best man holding him upright, otherwise slumping over. He smiled sloppily at me, I gave him a strained smile back.

The ceremony was over quickly, my husband stumbled through his vows and his kiss tasted of smoke and whiskey. In fact, the entirety of him was drenched in the odor.

I smiled and thanked everyone as they congratulted us, and carefully, tiptoed around the subject of my husband.

I hurried to change into my reception dress, it was all black. Black coat, dress, heels and stockings. Fitting, I thought. As this felt more like a funeral than a wedding, burrying the woman I once was.

People were drinking, laughing and dancing. The reception was doing a wonderful job of keeping everyone cheery, everyone except me. I sat silently by our table, watching my husband as he kept drinking and his men trying to calm him down. He had barely spoken a word to me, he was to drunk to stand, to drunk to have our first dance. I felt myself sinking into oblivion as my polite smiles and thank yous were running out.

But someone approched me, snapping me out of the darkness. I looked up, and the light returned.

He reached his hand out to me, 'May I have this dance?' He asked, his white collar stark against his black shirt.

'You may.' I smiled, the first genuine smile I'd given anyone since the night begun.

I laid my hand in his and he led me to the edge of the dance floor, somewhere we could be at peace. In our dark colors we went unseen, tucked away from prying eyes.

I snaked my arms around his neck and his arms circled my waist, pulling me tightly against him. A bit unorthodox perhaps. But I didnt mind and neither did he, it seemed. I leaned my head against him as we swayed to the music, basking in eachothers prescence.

He sensed that you werent interested in talking, but rather needed a shoulder to lean on. Someone to hold you up, as your ungrateful husband couldnt even do that for himself.

For several songs, we just held eachother. Until the evening began winding down and we had to depart.

'I think this was a mistake.' He whispered.

'Which part?' I asked, and he sighed.

'Dont hesitate to come to me if you need anyhting.' He said quietly, 'Please.' he pleaded. I nodded, thinking id never take him up on his offer.

Now, I stood on the street. Still feeling the priests hand on my back although he'd already taken a few secure steps back.

I watched as my husband being carried to our car, as we were headed for our honeymoon. Two weeks in rome, I wish I could truthfully say I was excited. They shoved him into the back, and once again congratulated us with cheapish smiles. I walked around the car and opened the door, about to sit down when a hand slid into mine. I looked up and my eyes met his beautiful blues once again. He assisted me into the car, lending me his strong arm for support as I sat down. His hand slid out of mine, and a note was left in my palm, reflexicely I closed my hand around it. 'Anything.' He whispered and backed away, closing the door gently.

Our car drove off as the guests were waving us of, but all I could think about was the priest disappearing in the distance.

I opened the note, written down was his number and adress along with a few intricately drawn flowers.

I smiled to myself, quickly stashing it away in my pocket, afraid my husband would see. But as I looked at him, I realised. He was dead asleep, snoring even.

I opened my hand, tracing my fingertips along my palm. Trying to recreate the feeling of his hand in mine, his gentle, yet firm touch on my skin. I sighed, feeling my tears returning.

I cried silently, afraid to wake him. The driver looked at me through his rearview mirror, I met his eyes and quickly averted my gaze, crying even harder, but I couldnt even do that in peace. God, what had I done. I leaned my head against the seat, closing my eyes. When suddenly, I felt fingers on my knee. I shut my eyes harder, begging for it to be my imagination. But it wasnt.

'My, beautiful wife.' He drawled, tracing a finger along my jaw as his hand slid up my thigh. He sat forward, leaning towrd the drivers compartment and shut the hatch.

I opened my eyes and faced him, 'Aw, crying of joy sweetheart?' He asked, he was so delusional it was scary. I nodded, and feigned a smile which he returned lazily, then leaned in to kissed me.

I closed my eyes again, canceling out the taste and smell of liqour, shutting my ears to his voice.

And when his finger reached under my dress, It no longer felt like him. My husbands face was no longer my husbands, his voice and touch was someone elses.

All of a sudden my core was aching for more.

His kisses on my skin felt like heaven, his touch like fire and when he pulled me on top of him. I opened my eyes, and was met with blue, black and white.

Weeks went by and my thoughts never left father Barnes, whenever my husband made love to me, I made love to a priest.

Eventually his drinking subdued and he started taking care of himself, but grew more distant by the day.

It did actually make my existence bareable.

But there came a day, when I got home from work early and things were not as they should. The were heels in the doorway and clothes strewn on the floor. As I followed their trail, I found my husband and his secretary at the end of them. Naked, sweaty and monaing, in our bed, in our home. I was quiet, lost for words, but they mustve noticed my presence.

Because they stopped and threw the sheets over themselves, covering up. 'Sweetheart, its not what it seems.' He managed, struggling to clme up with an excuse. God, the stumache on that man. I felt like screaming, like cursing him and his entire bloodline. But he wasnt worth it.

I turned on my heel and he scrambled out of bed, dragging the sheet with him as he followed me out of the house, apologizing prefusely.

I shut him out, rage filling me as I got in my car and drove away. I drove to the only adress that came to mind.

I walked up to his house and knocked on the door, a few moments passed and he opened.

With wide eyes he looked at me, unable to hide his surpise. 'I uhm, I-' I stammered, my own surpise catching up to me. I hadnt had time to think this through, I acted on pure instinct. 'He cheated on me.' I got the words out, finally taking a breath as I finally understood their meaning. Misery overtook my rage, and my eyes welled as I tried to explain myself. 'I apologize for barging in on you father.' I started, 'Ive been thinking about you and I-' rambling, all my thoughts and feelings poured out of me. In the doorway of this poor mans home.

He reached out to me and pulled me into a hug, backing away from the door and let it fall shut behind me. He rested his head on top of mine as one of his hands held my head against his chest, stroking my hair. The warmth of his home embracing me.

'Can I confess something father?' I asked him as I laid my arms around him, much like our dance a few weeks ago.

'Anything.' He answered, kissing the top of my head.

'Ive sinned.'

He pulled back with a confused look on his face, but didnt let go. 'Lets hear it.' He ordered patiently.

'Ive. . . Been thinking of another man.' I whispered, looking deep into his eyes. 'During actions that should only take place between husband and wife.' I told him quietly, and his face grew pale. 'Ive had an emotional affair with this man, unbeknownst to him.' My breathing turned heavy, as my gaze switched to his lips, 'But, me and this man. Were both bound by vows you see.' I said and let go of him, understanding my words as I said them, and stepped back. Suddenly regretting coming here, as I felt rejection was imminent. 'Mine are already broken, but his are not and he cannot break them. He would not.'

'You should let the man speak for himself.' He said, serious in tone. His gaze locked in on me, as he stepped closer. 'I havent been able to stop thinking about you, no matter how hard I've tried.' He whispered, laying his hands on my hips. 'Ive never seen a woman so beautiful walking down the aisle, god himself mustve blessed you.' I snaked my hands around his shoulders, burrying them in his hair. 'Im hoping he would bless us, too.' Leaning in, his lips were a ghost over mine. 'I would care for you, in a way your husband never could. He does not deserve you.' He leaned his forehead agagaist mine, 'I'd work everyday to deserve your love, your kindness, your presence.' He said quietly against my lips, planting a gentle kiss on them and pulling back slightly to give me room. But I chased his lips, returning the kiss feverishly. Grabbing a fistful of his hair as I pulled him impossibly closer. His hands roamed my back, reaching under my shirt to undo my bra. It fell to the floor and he pulled my shirt over my head in one quick motion, making me gasp.

I removed the collar of his shirt with my teeth and ripped his black shirt open, burrying my head in the crook of his neck, 'Youre not a beginner, are you father? I asked, between kisses. Breathing heavily as I latched onto his skin, sucking at the sweet spot between his neck and collarbone.

He moaned, a smirk shaping his lips, 'Saints also sin from time to time.' he breathed, his hands falling to my ass and lifted me into his arms. I chuckled, letting go of his neck and circled my legs around his hips. I pushed my bare breasts against him and he burried his face in them, in turns taking them into his mouth. 'Where?' His voice came muffled by my skin.

'Everywhere.' I answered.

I could feel his grin against my skin, as he nipped my nipple with his teeth, making me yelp. He walked us toward his bedroom, and laid me down on his bed. He stood back, studying me as he took his shirt and pants off. I unbuttoned my own pants and shimmied out of them, raising myself onto my elbows, watching him as he took me in. His eyes roamed my body, thighs, hips, stumache, breasts. He loved all of me, 'Youre perfect.' He said, lust in his eyes as he climbed on top of me. 'I need you.' He whispered.

'You'll have me.' I told him and flipped him over. Positioning him against the headboard as I stradled his thigh, grinning wickedly and leaned forward, kissing his jaw. 'But first-' I whispered against his ear, 'I want to test your self control.' He looked confused, and I began grinding my clit against his thigh, a whimper escaping me. His hands flew to my hips to help me along, but I grabbed them and led them up to the headboard. I leveled my face with his, ghosting my lips over his as I had him hold onto the board, 'No touching.' I whispered and pecked his lips. I leaned back and my grinding resumed, I grabbed his thighs for support as the heat from the friction was making me swoon. I leaned my head back, biting my lip from the pleasure and when I looked back at him, he was holding onto the board for dear life. The muscles in his arms and jaw clenching as he fought himself to stay still, his eyes were running up and down my body.

The way your hips swayed and breasts bounced, it was sucking all the restraint out of him. His hands were itching to touch you, to just feel your skin under his fingertips for a moment. It would keep him fed for the rest of his life.

I hummed, 'Im- im gonna-' I stammered, my breaths frenzied as I was closing in on my orgasm. The crazy in his eyes made me smile devilishly, I felt evil, in the best way. My hips stuttered against his thigh, my ruts becoming faster and shorter as I was approaching my release. When I looked at him, his eyes were pleading, begging for permission, but it was to late. I rushed over the edge in a second, collapsing onto him, panting hard as I was catching my breath.

'May I?' He asked, his voice strained.

I kissed his chest and answered, 'Yes, please. You did so good.' He grunted at the praise, surprising me. He grabbed my ribs and threw me under him, hurridly kissing his way down my body until he reached my thighs. Spreading them, he kissed his way up the inside until he reached my panties. Without a second thought he ripped them apart and burried his face in my cunt. Tasting me, licking my juices, sliding his tongue through my folds and kissing my clit. A string of curses fell from my lips, as he pushed a finger inside of me, carefully sliding it in and out. Then adding another, and eventually a third, he thrusted them into me, my moaning telling him he was on the right track. He curled them into my spot and I nearly screamed.

'Just like that, good job.' I breathed and he moaned against my clit. What fun. He reached into his boxers and stroked himself, the sight made me mad. And for the second time, I came tumbling over the edge. He was not far behind, coming into his own hand, drenching himself in his seed. I grabbed his arm and pulled his hand closer to me, licking a stripe of his hand. He grunted at the sight, spurring me on as I took his fingers into my mouth. Sucking him clean as he watched, furrowing his brows, he became plagued by lust.

I pulled him closer to me, meeting his lips in another kiss as he pulled off his boxers. I reached down, stroking him as I lined him up with my entrance, 'You did such a good job, father.' His head perked at the praise, like a puppy being told hes a good boy. Gratefully pecking my face, cheek, chin and jaw, below my ear and neck. He put his weight on me, we couldnt possibly get any closer to one another. 'I need you in me father.' I told him bluntly, and leveled his head with mine, sliding inside. Kissing me mean while and I moaned into his mouth, sharing my breath with him. I laid my hands on his hips, telling him to move by pulling and pushing. Helping him set a gentle but firm pace, he lowered his head to the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. 'Let me hear you father, dont hold back.' I whispered and appreciatively he grunted against my skin, moaning in my ear. It was fiendish, it was fantastic. 'Deeper, please.' I asked, pulling on his hips to drive him deeper and using the weight of his entire body he thrusted into me, in rythm with his grunts as our bodiess moved together.

'Tell me im good, please.' He begged, nuzzling his face into my neck.

I smiled, 'Youre being so good for me father.' I whispered into his hair.

'Thank you.' He whimpered, putting even more force to his thrusts as he traced my collarbone with kisses, all the way to my shoulder, repeating "Thank you." Over and over again inbetween his kisses. His thrusts were coming faster as he was closing in on his orgasm, driving me over the edge with him. 'I- im- im close.' He stuttered faintly.

'So am I, almost there father.' His pace hastened as his hand slithered between our bodies, finding my clit and circled it. 'God' I moaned, spots specking my vision as the priests thrusts became frenzied. He pinched my skin in warning, reminding me not to take the lords name in vain. Then we came together, and he collapsed on top of me.

'Im sorry for swearing, father. You bring it out of me.' I whispered.

He chuckled, 'Youre forgiven.' Throughout the night, we made love on the couch, the floor, the kitchen table and shower.

Eventually, we got back into bed. Holding eachother tightly as we drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up late the next day, there was a vase of flowers on the bedside table with a note under it, the letter "-B" was written on it.

I unfolded it and he had written me a message, "I had to go to church, but didnt want to wake you. I hope on seeing you later, please stay if you want to. Id love to come home to you. -PS, Your favourites."

I smiled happily and smelled the bouqet of tulips, a soft, warm feeling spreading throughout my body.

For a long time love had felt dark to me, it had felt cold and lonely, but now. . .

I had let the light in, he was my light.

[jealousmartini]

'Fucking love being a Master Loa babe : A VAULT

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Everytime I see ads on YouTube talking about

"5 Secret tips to earn 50K in a year that the government doesn't want you to know🤯"

or "DO these 16 things everyday to increase your business by 2.09%!!"

Or "Your ass is kinda flat🫤 inflate it with the new and improved butt lift with totally no side effects or precautions!!"

And "Want to get tiktok famous? Want clear skin? Want your crush to like you back? Like, share and comment under this video and follow us for fool proof tips that'll garuntee results in little under a year!!!"🤡🤡

I literally want to burst out laughing yall like honestly. Because I know I am a master manifester and I already have everything that I want. So all I have to do is decide it is mine for it to conform in less than an hour and it will🥱🥱

Like be so serious with me rn yall. You telling me. That the Master of loa life is basically just going shopping on pinterest for your new desires, making your boards (your basket) all nice and pretty, giving it and name and then affirming and visualising that everything in that board is already mine and that's it?? HELLO? And it doesn't even just have to be objects, it can be significant people? Face claims? Clear skin? body types? Power ideas?? Money?? Social media popularity?? AN ENTIRE PENTHOUSE? FUCK. OFF. STOP IT RN😭😭😭 Me 6 years ago could have never thought life could be this fucking easy and entertaining LMAO

it also makes me wonder if the government would have found some silly way to tax shifting/manifesting if they new how powerful it makes an individual LOL

But anyway, the point is I love being a Master at my shit cus ain't no way anyone would ever catch me clicking on a fishy ad about a 6 month money course that costs 200 an hour or some shit out of desperation or CHOICE☠️☠️ it kinda makes me pity the ones out side of this bomb ass community who are tied down by the everlasting and ongoing lies of logic and all that crap. But that's okay. Cus idc if you call me petty but if I had to gatekeep any information from stubborn closed minded people, then it would definitely be Law of Assumption. Not everyone is built for the easy life🧏🏾‍♀️

Side note💌! : Might make a part two to this because this was so fun I feel so hyped 🍊💭

@livingmydreamlife5555 @4ellieluv @theshifterbear @osculum-frombee

[luvanniiee]

make a wish

pairing : idolbf!chan x fem!reader

synopsis : today is your birthday , you should be happy . but your boyfriend isnt here to celebrate it with you . well not in person at least . he facetimed you and told happy birthday and asked what your wish was . you told him what you wanted , can he make it come true ?

warnings : smut mdni , fluff at the end , dom!bangchan, sub!reader , birthday sex , kitchen sex (really sex on the table) , unprotected sex (wrap it or it will fall off), breeding , slight foodplay , petnames, oral (f receiving) , daddy kink , slight voice kink , multiple rounds , lmk if i missed something ;)

a/n : yall really liked my first blog , like 38 likes within 24 hours of posting it , mom im famous lol . anyways yall enjoy this story , i was gonna do one of model! hyunjin but it was angst , and i dont really like angst . but yeah, get in tooo itttt ! i might post everyday!

wrd cnt : im not sure how to check for that so 200+

story below the cut ;)

message after message, cashapp notification after another. people were sending you birthday wishes , friends and family sending you money to make up for their absence to your party. not that you really cared anyways, none of them were your boyfriend. you missed him dearly. he was away on tour, and it just so happened that your birthday came on the day he was set to go on stage. it saddened you , but you knew he would be home soon enough.

your phone goes off again for the hundredth time today, you werent expecting more than another message , but when you checked , it was from facetime. you looked at the caller id and immediately answered the phone. hey babygirl ! the cheery voice on the other line said . it was him, your boyfriend! hey baby! i miss you so much! you said back quickly . i know baby , ill be home soon ! also is that my shirt? he asked. you nodded and he smiled. did you get my present? he asked you.

you were confused. present? he seen your confusion and told you to look outside. you opened the door, and looked down to see a gift box. handle it carefully baby , i wouldnt want you to ruin it before you can see what it is . he spoke. you did as he said and carefully took the box inside. it was light and smelled really sweet ! what is it? you asked. open it and see babydoll ! he said excitedly. your suspense grew as you slowly unwrapped it.

as the ribbon fell off , you lifted the top. a cake! it said “happy birthday to my sweet girl <3” you smiled at the camera! now go grab the lighter and then put the candles on, then light the candles and make a wish ! chan said. you did as he said , hurry hurry i might have to go sooner than i thought. chan spoke. you hurried as fast as you could and set the candles and lit them. you closed your eyes , making a wish that he was there to enjoy the cake with you. you opened your eyes and blew the fire out. what did you wish for ? chan asked. it might be bad luck if i say it now but i really wish you were here right now. you replied.

just then chan muted himself, you were confused as to why he did it, but he unmuted and told you he had to go. you got really sad but you understood. he told you he loved you and he would see very soon. you nodded and said you loved him back and hung up the phone. you huffed out and sat back in the chair. tears were about to come out , feeling sad that he couldnt be here to enjoy this cake with you, but then you heard a knock on the door.

you wiped your face and looked through the peephole, you saw nothing so you opened the door and saw a single rose on your doorstep, it had a note under it. ‘follow the trail’ it wrote. you seen it was chans writing, so you wasted no time in following the trail.

soon enough the rose petal trail ended, leading to … your backyard? your confusion becoming more apparent until you heard the backdoor open, you turned around to see your boyfriend standing with the cake in his hands. you were happy to say the least, he put the cake down and held his arms out. you ran faster than you ever thought you could and jumped into his arms.

he squeezed you tight and swayed you left to right. your eyes were blurry because of the tears of joy. did i make your wish come true? he asked. you sniffed and replied yes! yes you did! and im so glad that you made it! it felt unreal but you didnt care. at least you were in his arms. he put you down and pulled out a blindfold for you to put on. i have a few more surprises for you! chan said handing you the blindfold.

you put them on and he led you back into the house. okay open your eyes. he said. and you took the blindfolds off and let your eyes adjust. you saw familiar faces. it was his bandmates along with their partners. you smiled and thanked all of them for coming. you sat in chans lap as he handed you more candles to put on the cake. you lit them, and everyone sang the birthday song. you blew out your candles and everyone clapped.

it was truly a beautiful night, chans friends who were also your friends were all there celebrating with you, and there were jokes being made, cake being eaten and partially thrown. it was a night to remember. then you felt chans hand place itself on your thigh, you thinking nothing of it as him just comforting you. he slowly moved his hand up and up till it reached the small space where your legs meet. his hand stayed there. but his fingers were ever so slightly touching your clit.

you let out a small noise that you covered with a cough. y/n are you feeling well? felix asked. oh yeah, i think i might have swallowed something wrong. you said dismissively. chan smirked slightly and started to move his hand so his fingers were rubbing you through your panties. you were struggling to hold in your noise. a moan almost slipped past your lips until chan spoke up. well guys thank you guys for coming! we had lots of fun, but we gotta wrap it up so we can clean up and get enough sleep for practice tomorrow. he said to his bandmates and their partners.

after everything was cleaned and everyone left. chan closed the door and looked at you. he gave you that gaze that made you feel bare. the gaze that sorta intimidated you. but you knew what he wanted. he started walking towards you slowly. you couldnt move, you didnt want to. he inched closer and closer to you. happy birthday babydoll! now let daddy give you the real present. he spoke, his voice dropped a bit which made you feel hot.

he knew you loved it when he used his deeper voice. he came to where you were which was in the chair you both sat in, and leaned down to kiss you. your lips moved on his smoothly. he licked at your bottom lip and you opened your mouth to let his tongue in. you tasted the cake flavor that was still slightly present in his mouth. you moaned at the taste.

he broke the kiss to ask you to sit on the table. you did as asked and sat on the table. he sat down and kissed your lower stomach. then trailing them but back to your lips. he kissed you passionately. you missed this feeling. you missed his soft lips on your skin. he kissed down you neck and left a few love marks then he kissed all the way down your body also leaving love marks occasionally in different areas. can i take these off? he asked you as he tugged on the lace of your panties.

you nodded and lifted your hips enough for him to pull them down and throw them somewhere across the room. he kissed you one more time before going down. he swirled his tongue around your clit softly. it made you lean into him craving for more. as he licked and kissed at you down there, your hand accidentally touched some frosting off the cake. you moved your hand quickly and you were about to lick it off. that is until he stopped you.

he grabbed your hand and licked the frosting off, making you more wet. then he went back to your clit and spread the sweetness on you. he mixed your sweetness with the sweetness of the frosting, it made him moan because of how good it tasted. that moan made you even wetter. also the way he started sucking at your clit , had you grinding against his face for more. he took his fingers and started to finger you. f..fuck daddy! you moaned loudly.

he smirked and kept doing what he loved. you. you felt yourself getting closer to cumming. you let out a couple warning moans cha…nn daddy im close….fuck im close ! your words seemingly falling on deaf ears as he kept fingering you and sucking at your clit. it was too much. cumming ! you moaned out before releasing all over his face. he moaned as he drank it all up. but he kept going.

though you protested and wanted him to stop, it felt too good. he looked up at you as he started to go faster. curling his fingers into you and circling his tongue on your clit. it made you feel dizzy , but it was so good. you soon felt your orgasm coming again. i..i…fuck…m’cummi…. was all you said as you released again. this time he slowed down because he saw you shaking slightly due to the overstimulation. do you want more? or have you had enough? he asked you. he already knew you wanted more. he just wanted to hear it for himself.

m..more . you spoke out, your body still twitching from the aftershocks of the orgasms he ripped out of you. he looked at you. you know the rule baby, you have to ask properly for what you want. chan said teasingly. please … i want more …wanna cum on your cock…wanna feel you inside. you breathed out. such a good girl! ill reward you with giving you what you want. he said as he stood up and took his dick out. he spit on it, and rubbed it against your clit. you shook slightly because you were still sensitive. he looked at you and kissed you.

that was his way of distracting you from the pain that happened everytime his length stretched you. you hissed a little and he patted your head. shh baby its okay, take your time and adjust. he whispered in your ear. it didnt take you long because you were semi used to his cock. soon enough you rolled your hips to see if it felt good enough for him to move. you moaned as a sign for him to move.

he moved his hips slowly a couple times , before he pulled almost completely out then shoving it back inside. he did that a few times, causing your eyes to roll back. feel good? he asked. you were too immersed in the pleasure to comprehend what was asked. with one sharp snap of his hips, hm? he asked again. yes daddy! fuck it feels so good! you moaned loudly. he smiled to himself and started to pick up his pace.

he placed both of your legs together and put both of them over one of his shoulders. that helped him to reach deeper inside and also to help him touch the spots that made you cry in pleasure. fuck babygirl….aw..your squeezing me in…nn fuck baby….do you li…like it when i fuck you like this? he groaned out. all you did was whimper, but he knew that you liked it.

his light moans and whimpers plus the way his hips were slapping against yours, had you reaching for heaven. you felt that familiar feeling when you know your about to cum again. you couldnt form the words to say it , but he already knew. he knew how your body would react when your about to cum. you started breathing heavily and you closed your eyes letting your head fall back. you started tightening around him uncontrollably. your legs starting to shake more, fuck ! you whispered as your orgasm hit you.

your juices started to leak out, forming a little white ring around his cock. as you came back to reality, you opened your eyes and started to pant. he always found your reaction hot. his thrusts began to feel sloppy and disorganized. his moans were becoming louder as he felt himself get closer. he kissed you to help quiet himself down. fuck princess….fuck..ah fuckfuckfuck i…i..m cumming…ah baby ! he moaned loudly as he stilled his hips.

he thrusted himself lightly into you, painting everything inside of you white. he whined everytime a string of cum would come out. he started to tremble lightly the more he buried himself inside you. soon enough though, he finished and almost collapsed on top of you. he just sat down and looked at your messy cunt. it was dripping with your mixed cum. it was a true sight to see.

he grabbed a kitchen towel and cleaned up, he threw it away and then carried you upstairs. he laid you down and tucked you in. he went back downstairs to straighten everything up once again, before going back upstairs. but just then, he heard a knock at the door. it was seungmin,

damn i was gonna come back and see if i left my charger here , but you can keep it after all that noise i heard. seungmin said and walked away. chan felt his face get hot. he was definitely in for a teasing when he goes to work tomorrow.

i hope you guys enjoyed it !! see u next time !! byee

©️luvanniiee on tumblr !!

[the-thing-in-the-dark]

🐛 Noa's 200 follower event 🐛

🍄 intro post 🍄

🥺 tysm to the 200 lovely people who decided to follow this shitty blog

send me as many asks as you want idc my inbox is literally covered in cobwebs at this point and i'm actually organised and have less work now so i'm bored

sorry i got a bit carried away with the backstory lol

You are exploring the forest and come to a clearing with many weird plants and animals. Echo, the Phantom Whisperling that's been following you around since you discovered it, chirps from under your hat, wondering why you stopped. You are an explorer and you are documenting many undiscovered flora and fauna of the Forgotten Woods. Certain plants an animals are hard to find. If this is your first time you can only find a limited number of plants - no animals. If you have explored before but not the Forgotten Woods, you can find all the plants - but only some of the animals. If you are a seasoned explorer and have been to the Forgotten Woods before, you can document all the plants and all the animals. Which plant or animal do you document first (if you can find it)?

🌱First timers (followers)🌱

🍄🌌: Phantom Glowcaps

I'll give you a really weird fun fact

🌿🌒: Moon shade Ferns

I'll drop some lore about the Forgotten Woods

🌙🕯️: Ebonfall Blooms

I'll give you a weird/creepy quote from me or one of my books

🐾Explored before (mutuals)🐾

🐦‍⬛🔮: Spectral Shadowcrow

I'll describe your blog in three words

🪻🪬: Gloomveil Blossoms

I'll make you a playlist that suits your blog's vibe (i don't hv spotify so keep that in mind)

🦊🌲: Forestflame Faerie

I'll make you a moodboard based on your blog/vibe

🫎Seasoned explorers (close mutuals or ik u irl)🫎

🦌🌫️ : Wraithglow Stag

I'll make your explorer persona as a DnD player

🐆🌧️ : Stormfeather Leopard

I'll write you a letter on why I love you + I'll give you a nickname

🦅🌪️ : Whirlwind Harpy

I'll drop some crazy/weird/funny lore about me. I don't have that much so the first three people who request this one will get it. (2/3)

💀Ask me anything (everyone) 💀

🦝 : Echo!!!

Ask me anything and I'll answer it

Remember mutuals can access anything in followers and close mutuals can access anything in mutuals and followers as well as their own sections. I stole the divider from canva and all the images from pinterest. This will end when it is not pinned.

tagging all my mutuals because it's been a week and this has like 8 notes

@moutainrusing @delusionaltogether @annabannnananana @shipspainfulships @whydontyourealize-viennawaits4u

@onlyinitforthefandoms @ashes-to-ashesxx @y-o-n-t-a @pastels-and-chaos @lilythefirst819x

@totalcharliespringsimp @moonysm @bartyjrsevan @thatdambreadcat @prongsbitch

@bleep-bloop-boo @ivysfandoms @pangothepangolin @mentally-unstable-childofhades @im-ur-sleep-paralysis-demon

@noahher @bonksyoucutely @yourlocalbadgerscales @last-great-all-american-bitch @moonyswarmsweaters

@mo0ns-and-stars @winnienora14 @undergroundglendower @lovemike0 @enbysiriusblack

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@hehenorahhehe @stars-on-my-bedroom-ceiling @zombie404 @hunterofartemis-12 @anything-for-my-moony-1971

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@chaserofstars11 @rudamaruda520 @marylily-my-beloved @thedvilsinthedetails @jamespotterbbg

@onlymelonlyy @ratsinpots @idk-what-to-put-here-123 @discoveredreality @mysticalthingphantom

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@morninggloryrising @longtallglasses @deadchaoticcosmos @stranger-theory @ollieolioly

@gaysforbyler @greentealycheejelly @leodores @my-beloved-fandoms @imaddticedtobyler

@my-castles-crumbling @internal-organs58 @questionablebookmouse @the-lionsheart @normal-is-a-raging-psychopath

@starpupsys @supercitofus @willbyerslove @strawberrybyers @wakeupthemembersofbylernation

@justremuslupininamask @sweetronancer @willbyersoffical @e-reblogs @bylertruth3r

@fire-but-ashes-too

[shitty-davesprite-daily]

goddamn. genuinely didnt think id make it this far - i was convinced id lose interest and give up like a month in (and i came pretty damn close a few times) but here we fuckin are. 1,150 posts and 273 followers later (and fuck im still not over those numbers what the hell) and were still going strong.

i originally only made this account to find a way to purge my davesprite brainrot, and instead i found the coolest fucking community that i ever could have been a part of - shoutout to. everyone in the bdhs server really but especially fae, charlie, rand and the insufferableprick mod for putting up with and feeding into my dsprite autism <3 im not apologising for the things ive said. also all the anons on here (especially my regulars,, love yall) and all the other bdhs accounts ive interacted with. this shit wouldnt be nearly as fun without you guys

okay genuine emotion over uhhh penids :thumbsup: see yall at day 200 because my brainrot aint ending any time soon

[nonexistent-introvert]

Tony's last birthday

2-3 days ago was this legend's birthday. It was also the day I realised I had 200 followers and it means so much to me THANK YOU, EVERYONE!! The fact that I had reached this during his birthday means all the more but because of a hectic schedule, I didn't get the time to post this.

Tony Stark was the first fictional character I had grown attached to. (Yes I'm basic.) Judge me all you want for being attached to a fictional character (If you're on Tumblr you probably are too)but looking through social media and seeing all the edits and posts for him made me rather overwhelmed with emotions.

Iron man was the first ever superhero film I had watched/ I was a child then, barely understanding what was going on but I still went around pretending I was him (like a kid). I watched him become a better person without losing his charms and shape the MCU. I cheered for him in battles, laughed at the jokes he made, and cried when he met his eventual doom. He is the person who grew my interest in sciences and technology, he is the same person who encouraged me not to give up on these said interests when I was doing badly in school for these subjects. Therefore, tony stark is not just a fictional character to me. He has shaped my decisions and made me who I am today.

On another side note, I had this iron man keychain for the longest time. Its no official merch but I always had it on my pencil case. It was my lucky charm for the longest time, I brought it with me through national exams wishing that things work out for the best. He was there with me while I struggled through questions and fought my own battles. The keychain reminds me of the good memories and times I had in school with my friends. But I lost the keychain because one of the parts broke off with time.

I did get a replacement. It wasn't the same original one but I would like to think that it carried the same luck. It definitely still makes me reminisce about the memories I had. I recently met up with my old friends and they did mention that a distinctive feature they remembered about me from school was that I had an iron man keychain on my pencil case which was rather hilarious.

Tony Stark has always been an inspiration to me and to many people out in the world. Losing him in the MCU was like losing a close mentor figure and friend to me. He brings me comfort on bad days. I don't know how else to express these emotions as I realize that this year is his last living year and he had just celebrated his last birthday with the people that matter most to him.

It feels surreal that this year was the year where he supposedly passes away. I miss him and I love him 3000

and RDJ, bless him for bringing tony stark to life.

All good things have to come to an end.

I just wanted to express how much Tony Stark as a character means to me. So sorry if this is abit out of the blue. Anyways, THANK YOU EVERYONE who has supported my fics, even anyone who took the time to read and enjoyed it. It means a lot to me. I love yall <3

[rigelmejo]

Now on chapter 21/33 of 夜半衣寒!

So I've read idk around ~75,000 characters this week >o<)/

Some notes:

It's completely obvious WHY people tell you it's easier to stick to the same author. And yet the actual easiness hitting me is making me actually learn the dang lesson. The repetition the writer uses in word choice for horror, architecture, idioms, and general descriptions is definitely particular to them and I'm now to the point where I'm running into maybe 1-2 things a chapter I don't know (usually 4 hanzi idioms I can guess fairly close to, or a word i guess but feel I might be guessing wrong like a 然 word i ran into which I thought meant suddenly but actually meant "slouch/hang" like hang your head in disappointment). Which, I don't know if yall know where my reading level is at but. It feels WILD to read all of this and realize I understand everything:

短短的一句话却像是炸雷一般狠狠的劈在了吴邪心上，看着黑瞎子并没有开玩笑的样子，吴邪只觉得自己所有的毛孔都舒张开来，不停的往外渗着冷汗。这个时候自己该说什么？说自己是冤枉的，说自己什么都不知道？可是自己确实不知道那丢失的记忆里，自己究竟做了些什么。难道，人真的是自己杀的？

　　原本橘色的灯光在此时却像是被浸泡在鲜血中，吴邪头晕目眩的看着面前的黑瞎子，又看了看眉头紧锁的解语花，一个踉跄又跌回了沙发上。张起灵面无表情的紧紧握着吴邪已经凉到刺骨的手，不怒而威的瞪了黑瞎子一眼。

　　“果然，果然是我杀的人——”吴邪脑子一片空白，只剩下了这一个念头。

　　“果然什么呀果然，小邪你少听瞎子胡扯。”解语花柔声安慰着吴邪，“我们调查过了，你没有作案动机。更何况，那么离奇的死法想想也不是人能做到的。”说着，解语花转头狠狠瞪着黑瞎子冷道，“少在这儿装腔作势，到底怎么回事儿赶紧说！不然晚上你就在客厅呆着吧！”

　　“嘿嘿嘿，花儿爷息怒~”黑瞎子嬉笑着又给解语花倒了杯水，看着张起灵也已经沉到了极限的脸色，这才慢悠悠的接着说道，“这两人是因小天真而死，也不是因小天真而死——哎哟——”

　　解语花直接一个巴掌打在黑瞎子的后脑勺上，怒斥道，“少废话，直接说重点！”

　　“吴邪是不是被鬼附身了。”一直沉默不语的张起灵感受着怀里那人不住的颤唞，心也随着一起战栗起来。冷冷的看着笑得正欢的黑瞎子，面无表情的脸上满是冻结着的微怒。

This part 装腔作势，is all that I didn't get, it means posturing/put on airs. (Aka Xiao Hua is like "why did you put it that way and imply he's the killer??! Rude of u hei xiazi!")

Like, it is absolutely mind blowing to me this is all readable now. That I don't need a dictionary to follow the plot or these details. That this story, which I read a year ago and BARELY managed to follow the main plot With a click dictionary, I am now understanding this well just reading through like anything I'd read. My speed was 150 cpm when I measured it earlier this week (a bit slower than my target goal 200 cpm), but it feels to me like english reading speed (so even if it's not that fast it doesn't feel slow enough to demotivate me). So the only thing slowing my reading, that I notice, is my tendency to jump between things when I try to read like story and tumblr and reddit and youtube and story etc lol.

Anyway, the boost in comprehension of this definitely makes me want to lean toward reading 寒舍, in part because I now know I'd be able TO read it like this and not feel it's difficult (for the most part). A big potential reason to go to hanshe next. The upside: easier to just keep extensively reading and picking more words up. The downside: I do know I learn more and pick more New stuff up when I read stuff with more unknowns TO learn, so I'd learn more moving to something significantly different (but I'd read slower and it'd feel harder).

Other potential options to read next: finish dmbj 1 (I'm halfway done ToT), tangstory's novels since I realized I might be able to revisit them now, possibly priests 大哥 which (very shallowly lol) based on the title I predict might be one of the easier priest books to attempt, cang lan jue, liu li (love and redemption novel), or maybe something on Heavenly Paths recommendations list?

Anyway, in short, I've reached a huge personal milestone. It's so cool to read a story I had wanted to read and be able to do it and understand and feel like it's ordinary reading. I know I've "prestudied" this story before in that I've read at least half of it, two times prior with a click dictionary, so these are words I'm understanding now I definitely have looked up probably 10 or more times before. But I still can finally handle it, which is a cool experience!

[astarionancuntnin]

Meet my tav: Eleira

Name: Eleira Nevari

Race: Zariel Tiefling

Background: Outlander/Noble

Class: Barbarian

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Age: 225

Romance: Astarion

Background: Eleira grew up as the youngest princess of House Nevari. She had a loving family and an elder sister whom she was extremely close to. As princesses, it was their duty to establish connections by marrying into royalty, carrying on the family name, and since her sister came of age first, she was married off to a prince of the neighboring kingdom. Eleira had a hard time accepting this reality, and as bargain, their father proposed to accompany her sister to her new home.

Thats when they got attacked. The bandits slaughtered her entire family aside from her, and a witch from their group cursed her to live forever in an attempt to pin the murders on her, and make her life eternally miserable. The situation awoke her rage and she heard a voice before blacking out for gods know how long. When she woke up, she had a familiar greatsword in hand and the bandits were all dead.

She rushed back home and tried to explain the situation to her advisors, but they had a hard time believing her. As the last heir, she was made queen in the following weeks and married off to the prince who was supposed to be wed to her sister. she wasnt given a choice, and when she found out that he was a shallow, entitled person, it pushed her rage to its limits, she let out a bloodcurling scream before everything turned to black.

when she came back to her senses, she was witness to a bloodbath; members of her palace, the prince, and citizens, all dead. somehow she had made her way outside and everything in her path had been butchered. she dropped her weapon and tried to back away when she was hit with a strong headache. thats when a voice spoke up, the same from the day of her family's murder. it explained how they were bound from the first moment she shed blood with it, and she will only be free when she dies. until then, she will need to feed it sacrifices in exchange for immense power, and if it goes too long without souls, it will start hurting her instead - taking her life essence instead.

Ashamed of what she had done and terrified of the powers the sword granted her, she fled her kingdom and has been on the run ever since, forever on the lookout for a cure to her conditions. 200 years later, when she was taken by the mindflayers, the tadpole altered her condition, breaking her link to the greatsword temporarily.

her playlist:

(more eleira stuff)

side note below the cut:

she was my first run girlie, and the one with a most complete background since shes my oc in my ongoing DnD campain and had i known about durge I would've made her a durge character instead of a tav, specifically because of her curse (what durge goes through and her curse are very similar and i feel like it wouldve fit her storyline better but i only realised that as i was playing my durge run. in my heart, shes a durge!tav) i intend on sharing her full backstory (10 pages long mind you, this post is a very short summary) at one point when were far enough in our campaign, cause some things need to be fledged out still

im also writing a fanfic for her that basically showcases her passage in the bg3 world, but its far from ready for posting. i also made SO MANY memes of her and i just want yall to know about her so when i share them you can laugh with me ;-;

[elix8r]

💀i’m surprised at how many people voted on your poll you seem like you have at most 200 followers lol

im ngl idk what you were trying to accomplish by sending me this cause if you meant it as a hate thing then it didn't work cause it's low-key sending me cause honestly same 😭 it's insane how many of you guys there are and im literally so close to 1k followers it's crazy to me so thank you guys so much i love all of yall 💜

[leolgc]

(ooc note: let’s pretend this was handed during their debut week and i’m not 200 years late. also big thank you to em (minghao, alex and yiran’s mun) for making the edit bc yall know i can’t do any of that shit)

hands full of small gift bags, milan finds your muse at the company. although she seems to be in way over her head, she beams as she calls your name. after checking through her bags, she hands you one before wishing you a good day, explaining that she doesn’t have much time.

upon opening the bag, you find a copy of NOVA’s debut mini-album with Milan’s (brand new) signature on it and the following message inside: 

“Hello (onscreen) ex(?)boyfriend tehe! NOVA has finally came out with their first mini-album. I wanted to personally give you a copy of it as my first drama partner! Thank you for your patience and kindness during filming, I hope we get to meet as close labelmates in the future!”

even though he was surprised by her sudden appearance and then disappearance, a smile warmed his face with a chuckle. ‘she’s cute’ he thought to himself watching her leave. opening the bag and seeing its contents leo was surprised and thankful. “i’ll have to give her something later as congratulations for debuting” he whispered to himself. he knew that he wanted to before, but he was pretty busy lately. he didn’t even have the time to visit his loved ones already.  he pulled out his phone to send her a quick message. “thanks for the gift. i’ll take good care of it! make sure you get enough rest! even if you’re busy. i’m rooting for you!”  

[supercriminalbean]

You I'm so close to 200 followers wtf this is not real I swear. I freaked out at 50 followers. Well yall are cool.so hi and welcome to the shit show I love yall

[xylo-copa]

Stop unfollowing me bitches I'm tryna get to 200 here

[incorrect-ace]

Not a qoute

[superstarsapphi]

Boyfriend.

Character (s): Montgomery Gator x Reader

Y/N: GN / No pronouns, made with a fem reader in mind

Warnings: Cheating (Your shitty boyfriend on you), possessiveness

Song: Boyfriend — Dove Cameron

A/N: I wrote this for myself bc I love possessive monty. Also we’re two followers from 200 holy shit, thank yall sm

・・・・・・・・・・ʚ♡ɞ・・・・・・・・・・

Hanging out with your shitty boyfriend was nothing new for you, but it was usually never in public. You were at the Fazbear Pizzaplex spending the day with your boyfriend and his little sister, who found herself never wanting to leave the establishment.

Being honest, you loved his sister more. If anything, she was the reason you stayed. You mainly led her from attraction to attraction while your boyfriend tagged along very slowly. He was constantly off flirting with others and staring at others in a less than holy way.

You made it to Gator Golf at one point with the little girl. At that point you had no clue where her brother was, so you decided to just have fun with the little girl. She grabbed a pink ball and a tiny pink putt that fit her size, and you grabbed a green ball and a putt that fit your own size. Taking the child through the course you two had fun, not playing for score. Sure, it got a bit competitive but it was all for the sake of fun. Plus you let her win most holes anyway.

The two of you took a break at Gator Grub, getting the girl a snack and something to drink. You sat with her for a bit before she had to use the bathroom. She was old enough to go on her own so you watched her trail off to the bathroom. You started to clean up both of your trash before you were distracted by a hand on your wrist.

You first noticed how cold and metallic the hand was, before flipping your head to see Montgomery Gator himself. He seemed to be angry at something, but you had no clue how that related to you. It wasn’t until he spoke that you began to catch on.

“I could be a better boyfriend than him.”

Well, it only left you with more questions.. But you began on the right track of thoughts. “I’m sorry, what?” You asked cautiously, to avoid upsetting him further. His gaze fell past you and onto your boyfriend walking inside the attraction with a girl under his arm.

This didn’t quite surprise you far too much. He was bound to end up like that at some point or another, he always did. Monty, though, seemed to be.. Growling? He could do that? His grip on your wrist tightened slightly in a possessive way. Did he like you? The animatronic?

“I could be a better boyfriend than him. I could do the shit that he never did.” He growled again, but this time closer to your ear. He wanted you to know he was serious.

You were baffled, to say the least. How would that even work? Hell, it seemed much better than the douche you were with now. “Would you now?” Finally came your delayed response. “How so?” It was like you were teasing him, only making his claim on you slower.

The gator laughed and pulled you close, much closer than before. His hands rested on your waist protectively, and his claws gently poked your skin. It was obvious he was holding you gently with how sharp his claws were. “Thinkin’ I’m gonna steal you from him.. I could be such a gentleman.” He stared at you intently, even through his shades. How were you supposed to resist this? He seemed much better than your awful boyfriend.. Plus more of a reason to bring his little sister to the plex.. Maybe..

Your thoughts were interrupted by Monty placing a hand under your chin, the other pulling his shades down so he could look at you clearly. “Whaddya’ say, dollface?” That smirk was awfully hard to resist.

“I mean, maybe? I guess?” The response was good enough for the gator. He released you upon the sight of your boyfriend’s sister returning, acting as if the two of you were rather just having a friendly conversation.

“Monty! Mister Monty!” The child yelled, eagerly coming to talk to the gator. You were stood, left in a whirlwind as you stood to the side of their conversation. Did you just make yourself Montgomery Gator’s lover?

Well.. You’d figure it out more come the future it seems.