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𝘈:𝘯- đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜șđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜„đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜°đ˜Ż 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜©đ˜­đ˜Š: 𝘼𝘱𝘹đ˜Șđ˜€ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜źđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜€đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Ž.
đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜© 𝘐 𝘼𝘩𝘱𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘓𝘱𝘯𝘹! đ˜đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š
đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜šđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜±: 𝘔𝘱𝘹đ˜Ș𝘱 đ˜“đ˜¶đ˜±đ˜¶đ˜Ž.
𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘧𝘱𝘯𝘧đ˜Șđ˜€ 𝘐 đ˜žđ˜łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘯𝘬.
đ˜đ˜” đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜șđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜©đ˜­đ˜Š 𝘔𝘱𝘹đ˜Șđ˜€ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜źđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜€đ˜­đ˜Š đ˜č 𝘼𝘱𝘭𝘩 đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ł.
𝘓𝘱𝘯𝘹: đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜šđ˜¶đ˜Ž đ˜“đ˜¶đ˜±đ˜¶đ˜Ž.
(𝘔𝘱đ˜ș 𝘰𝘳 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” 𝘼𝘱𝘬𝘩 đ˜ˆđ˜­đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š 𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜©đ˜€đ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜°đ˜°). Part two is up
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𝘔đ˜Șđ˜­ïżœïżœ 𝘎𝘩𝘯đ˜Șđ˜¶đ˜Ž.
* 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 𝘱𝘯𝘯𝘰đ˜șđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜ș đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Ź đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜„đ˜°đ˜łđ˜ź đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘯𝘩𝘱𝘳 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮.
*đ˜šđ˜©đ˜¶đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜°đ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜š 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘹 𝘾𝘩𝘭𝘭 đ˜źđ˜°đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼.
*𝘏𝘩 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜źđ˜¶đ˜€đ˜© 𝘣đ˜ș 𝘧𝘩𝘱𝘳 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž. đ˜‰đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜źđ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜© đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Ż'đ˜” đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜„ (đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Ż'đ˜” đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜”đ˜° đ˜ąđ˜„đ˜źđ˜Șđ˜”).
*𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜šđ˜¶đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘱𝘭𝘾𝘱đ˜ș𝘮 𝘱 đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜ș đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜”.
*𝘏𝘩 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘯𝘯𝘰đ˜șđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜°đ˜ž đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜§ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜”.
*đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼𝘮𝘩𝘭𝘧 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© 𝘮𝘰𝘼𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜łđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜šđ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼? (đ˜•đ˜°đ˜” 𝘳𝘩𝘱𝘭𝘭đ˜ș)
*đ˜‰đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜„ đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜«đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜łđ˜¶đ˜Ż đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜¶đ˜š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜·đ˜Ș𝘮đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯𝘱𝘳đ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜šđ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Łđ˜łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘍đ˜Ș𝘯𝘯 𝘈𝘼𝘩𝘮.
*đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ș đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜¶đ˜š 𝘮𝘰𝘼𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜°... đ˜đ˜Žđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜”đ˜© đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩?.
*đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘰𝘯'đ˜” đ˜ąđ˜„đ˜źđ˜Șđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜«đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Ž đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘭đ˜ș đ˜„đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘣đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Ź 𝘰𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜€đ˜­đ˜°đ˜ąđ˜Ź đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘰𝘧𝘧 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š.
*đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜šđ˜­đ˜ąđ˜„ 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜© đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘮𝘱𝘼𝘩 đ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š. 𝘏𝘩 đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜”đ˜łđ˜șđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩 𝘱 𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘾 đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Ż'đ˜” đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„.
*𝘏𝘩 đ˜„đ˜Ș𝘮𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜°đ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜Łđ˜łđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜© đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘣đ˜ș đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜” 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶?
*đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜”... 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘾𝘩𝘭𝘭 đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘾𝘩𝘭𝘭 đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Ž 𝘮𝘰𝘼𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜”đ˜łđ˜ș đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜±đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©. 𝘏𝘩 𝘾𝘰𝘯'đ˜” đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜€đ˜©.
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đ˜“đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Š đ˜Šđ˜¶đ˜”đ˜Š.
*đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘮𝘱đ˜șđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘮𝘱đ˜Șđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘧𝘱𝘭𝘭 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘧𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ł?
*𝘾𝘩𝘭𝘭 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ ïżœïżœđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜€đ˜­đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ź 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘳đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜” 𝘱𝘾𝘱đ˜ș.
*đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜” 𝘣đ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘩đ˜ș𝘩 đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜ș 𝘾𝘱𝘳𝘼 đ˜¶đ˜± đ˜”đ˜° đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł.
*đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š 𝘮𝘭đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜” 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜” 𝘮đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜” đ˜€đ˜łđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜© 𝘰𝘯 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł. đ˜đ˜” đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” đ˜°đ˜Łđ˜·đ˜Șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘱𝘭𝘭!
*đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜°đ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜±đ˜­đ˜Șđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł! đ˜šđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜­đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜±đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Ș𝘮𝘩!
*đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Š (đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Șđ˜€ 𝘰𝘳 đ˜™đ˜°đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜§đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜„) đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜«đ˜°đ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł.
*đ˜Ș𝘧 𝘱𝘯đ˜ș𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜łđ˜°đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜© đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩 đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Źđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶.
*đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜źđ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜°đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ź 𝘱𝘾𝘱đ˜ș đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜Ș𝘱𝘭𝘭đ˜ș 𝘞đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜”đ˜©, 𝘔đ˜Ș𝘭𝘰, 𝘰𝘳 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜Ș𝘮. 𝘌đ˜čđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜±đ˜” 𝘈𝘣𝘩𝘭 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜° đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š 𝘧𝘩𝘱𝘳𝘮 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘳𝘱đ˜Ș𝘮𝘩 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜„đ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘈𝘣đ˜ș𝘮𝘮
*𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘣𝘱𝘳𝘩𝘭đ˜ș đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜łđ˜°đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜© đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜łđ˜°đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜” đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘮𝘭đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Š.
*đ˜ąđ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜© đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Łđ˜­đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘩đ˜ș𝘩 𝘮𝘰 đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜° đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘹.
*đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Ż'đ˜” đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜°đ˜Șđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜­đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜ș đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜”đ˜©đ˜łđ˜°đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜Ș𝘹𝘯𝘰𝘳đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰 đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜źđ˜±đ˜­đ˜ș.
*đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜źđ˜Š 𝘣đ˜ș đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜°đ˜±đ˜­đ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜© 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜± 𝘰𝘧 đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜”.
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*đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜šđ˜©đ˜” 𝘰𝘧𝘧 đ˜šđ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„ 𝘉đ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 "đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜±đ˜ąđ˜Ș" 𝘱𝘮 𝘱 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜” 𝘳đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜” 𝘰𝘧𝘧 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜ąđ˜”!.
*đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜źđ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜łđ˜șđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜€đ˜­đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 𝘰𝘯𝘭đ˜ș 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Łđ˜łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜±đ˜Š... đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩𝘯'đ˜”.
*đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘹 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘮 đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜­ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜±đ˜°đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯𝘮 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜±đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Ș𝘮𝘩 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘩𝘱𝘳𝘮 đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜”đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜© đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł.
*𝘏𝘩 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘾𝘮 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜°đ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜” 𝘱𝘼𝘰𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ź 𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜”.. 𝘏𝘩 đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” 𝘱 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜đ˜” đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜”đ˜łđ˜¶đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘱𝘭𝘭.
*đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜” đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘮𝘭đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜”. đ˜›đ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜© đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜°đ˜Șđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘮 đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜­đ˜” đ˜”đ˜° đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜©đ˜łđ˜°đ˜ž 𝘹𝘭𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼.
*đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜°đ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ż 𝘮𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜€đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜łđ˜§đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ș 𝘼𝘱𝘬𝘩 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜ș đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Ż'đ˜” 𝘮𝘱đ˜ș.
*đ˜‘đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜±đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Ș𝘮𝘩 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 𝘱𝘮 đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜šđ˜°đ˜” đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Łđ˜łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł.
*𝘱𝘭𝘮𝘰 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜§đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Ș𝘯 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜ș𝘩𝘱𝘳 đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜Łđ˜­đ˜¶đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Ș𝘳 𝘾𝘱𝘮 𝘹𝘭𝘱𝘳đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Źđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜źđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘰𝘬𝘩 đ˜¶đ˜±.
*đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Ž đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Łđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜©đ˜” đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜¶đ˜± 𝘮𝘰 đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜” đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘮𝘭đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Š.
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*𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘯𝘱𝘼𝘩 𝘈𝘣đ˜ș𝘮𝘮 𝘧𝘱𝘭𝘭𝘩𝘯 đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜° đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Ź- 𝘯𝘰 𝘐 𝘼𝘩𝘱𝘯 đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜±đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜Ș𝘰𝘯.
*đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜źđ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 𝘱 𝘹đ˜Ș𝘳𝘭 𝘱𝘮 đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜šđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜łđ˜·đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘧𝘩𝘾 𝘩𝘱𝘳𝘭đ˜Ș𝘩𝘳 đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜ș𝘮.
*đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜” đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜źđ˜¶đ˜”đ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Ź 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼.
*đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘩đ˜ș𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜§đ˜§đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜°đ˜°.
*đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Ź đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘰𝘯 đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜šđ˜°đ˜” đ˜”đ˜° 𝘾𝘱𝘳𝘼 đ˜¶đ˜±.
*đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘩𝘱𝘬𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜§đ˜”đ˜­đ˜ș 𝘮𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘱𝘮𝘬 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜©đ˜°đ˜ž đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Ž 𝘾𝘱𝘮.
*đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜łđ˜¶đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜«đ˜°đ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜±đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜„đ˜źđ˜Ș𝘳𝘩 đ˜©đ˜°đ˜ž đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘣đ˜ș đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜°đ˜±đ˜­đ˜Š đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘩đ˜ș𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘼𝘩 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜©!
*đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜© đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ 𝘮𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘣𝘩 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜§đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”.
*đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜Ż đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘼𝘰𝘰𝘯.
*đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Ż'đ˜” đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜ș 𝘱𝘾𝘱đ˜ș 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼... 𝘏𝘩 𝘾𝘰𝘯'đ˜” 𝘱𝘣𝘭𝘩 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜­đ˜Š 𝘭𝘰𝘮đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜”đ˜°đ˜°.
*𝘏𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜„đ˜źđ˜Ș𝘳𝘩 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜­đ˜Š đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜žđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž đ˜©đ˜°đ˜ž đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Ż đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” 𝘮𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜Š đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜ș đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”.
*𝘏𝘩 đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜ș đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜ș đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘭𝘩𝘱𝘯 đ˜”đ˜°đ˜° đ˜€đ˜­đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜± đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜€đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜Ź 𝘰𝘧 đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜ąđ˜­ đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Š.
*đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜šđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜€đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜§đ˜” 𝘹đ˜Șđ˜§đ˜”đ˜Ž 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶... đ˜–đ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘱 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩.
*đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 𝘱 đ˜±đ˜¶đ˜±đ˜±đ˜ș.
*...đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 đ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Łđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜°đ˜° đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘩𝘩𝘯 đ˜€đ˜¶đ˜”đ˜Š.
*đ˜šđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩𝘮 đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜Žïżœïżœ đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ 𝘣𝘩 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜źđ˜°đ˜Žđ˜” 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩 đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜”.. đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜© 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜§đ˜§đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜ș𝘩𝘱𝘳𝘮... 𝘏𝘩 đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜€ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜±đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜Ș𝘣𝘭𝘩.
*𝘮𝘰 đ˜±đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Š 𝘼𝘱𝘬𝘩 đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼.
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𝘈𝘣𝘩𝘭 𝘞𝘱𝘭𝘬𝘩𝘳.
*𝘧đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Ż'đ˜” 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘾 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜° đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜”.
*đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜„đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜­đ˜ș đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­ 𝘣đ˜ș đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜§đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜„.
*đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘳𝘩𝘱𝘭đ˜Ș𝘮𝘩 đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘣𝘰đ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜š đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜ș 𝘭đ˜ș𝘳𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜Ž.
*đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜źđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜łđ˜°đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜°đ˜© 𝘮𝘰 𝘬đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘹đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜§đ˜°đ˜°đ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”. 𝘈𝘮 𝘈𝘣𝘩𝘭 đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜” (đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘹𝘳𝘩𝘾 𝘮𝘰 đ˜źđ˜¶đ˜€đ˜©).
*đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜°đ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Ź đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜źđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜źđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘳𝘩𝘱𝘭𝘼.
*đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Ż 𝘮𝘱đ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜© 𝘱𝘳𝘩 𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Ž đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘭 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜źđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜„.
*đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜„ đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜źđ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Ź đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜€đ˜© 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ąđ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘱 đ˜źđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜”đ˜© 𝘰𝘳 đ˜”đ˜žđ˜° đ˜ąđ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜źđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜© đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Ż'đ˜” 𝘮𝘩𝘩 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘹𝘱đ˜Ș𝘯.
*𝘮𝘰 đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜°đ˜°đ˜Ź đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜°đ˜±đ˜±đ˜°đ˜łđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Łđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜©đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š.
*đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜šđ˜­đ˜ąđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘮𝘱𝘼𝘩 đ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘯𝘩𝘾𝘮.
*đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘰𝘯𝘭đ˜ș 𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Ż 𝘼𝘱𝘬𝘩 đ˜«đ˜°đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼.
*đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘼𝘱𝘬𝘩 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜€đ˜©đ˜¶đ˜€đ˜Źđ˜­đ˜Š 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜«đ˜°đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜Ž.
*𝘏𝘩 đ˜žđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž đ˜©đ˜°đ˜ž đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘹 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜°đ˜±đ˜­đ˜Š.
*𝘏đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜©đ˜”đ˜Ž 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜€đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜ł đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜© 𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘩𝘱𝘬𝘮 𝘩đ˜čđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜±đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶.
*đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș 𝘣𝘩 𝘾𝘩𝘱𝘬 đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘼𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜€đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜©. đ˜ˆđ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘾 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜źđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘾𝘱𝘮 𝘱𝘭đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜€đ˜Šđ˜±đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 𝘾𝘱đ˜ș 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘹.
*𝘋𝘰𝘯'đ˜” 𝘣𝘩 𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘳𝘩𝘱𝘭𝘭đ˜ș 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜ș 𝘹𝘱𝘼𝘩𝘮 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜łđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ź 𝘱𝘭𝘭.
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𝘎𝘩𝘯𝘩𝘳𝘱𝘭 đ˜©đ˜€đ˜Ž.
*đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜źđ˜°đ˜Žđ˜” 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Łđ˜­đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” 𝘱𝘾𝘱đ˜ș (đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Š 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘈𝘣𝘩𝘭 𝘩đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘾𝘱đ˜ș)
*đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜°đ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ż 𝘱𝘯𝘯𝘰đ˜ș 𝘔đ˜Ș𝘭𝘰 𝘰𝘳 đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ż 𝘞đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜”đ˜© đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Š 𝘈𝘣đ˜ș𝘮𝘮.
*đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘼𝘱𝘬𝘩 đ˜«đ˜°đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜Ž 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘈𝘣𝘩𝘭 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜° đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜«đ˜°đ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜±đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜ș đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜ș đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Ż'đ˜” đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜źđ˜¶đ˜€đ˜© đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩 đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š 𝘰𝘧 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘹𝘰𝘱𝘭.
*𝘈𝘣đ˜ș𝘮𝘮 đ˜±đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜§đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜° đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜š đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶, đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜” đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘭𝘰đ˜ș𝘱𝘭 đ˜”đ˜°đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„đ˜Ž 𝘈𝘣𝘩𝘭 đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜±đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜șđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜”đ˜°đ˜°.
*đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Ż'đ˜” đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜”đ˜­đ˜Š 𝘞đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜”đ˜© đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘮𝘩𝘩 đ˜€đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜©/đ˜€ đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Ș𝘳 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜°đ˜łđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜ł.
*đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜€đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜Źđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘱𝘯𝘯𝘰đ˜ș đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼.
*đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜źđ˜°đ˜Žđ˜” 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩𝘭đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Źđ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ź đ˜”đ˜° 𝘾𝘰𝘳𝘬 đ˜”đ˜°đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘣𝘳đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜¶đ˜± 𝘱 𝘮𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ź.
*đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ș 𝘼𝘱đ˜ș đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜§đ˜§đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” 𝘳𝘩𝘱𝘮𝘰𝘯 đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘩 𝘹𝘰𝘱𝘭 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ș đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Š.
*𝘛𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘾𝘱đ˜ș𝘮 𝘣𝘩 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘣𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩.
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𝘈:𝘯- đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜”'𝘮 𝘱𝘭𝘭! 𝘛𝘱𝘬𝘩 đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Š!!!
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dragong-dg · 1 year ago
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Pspspsps @thatdeadaquarius I got you some more food đŸ„ș
Bro I tried to draw this thing from memory 😭
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meguminne · 2 years ago
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a harbinger’s love , àż àż”*:
their immense loyalty and love are second to none for the tsaritsa, including his. how unfortunate, ( for you. ) pantalone x reader presented by meguminne. [june 29, 2023]
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loving a harbinger has never been easy, nor has anyone claimed it to be that. you know about their underhanded tactics and unshakable resolve to serve the tsaritsa, but there was something — or rather someone — that drew you closer towards the fatui.
it wasn’t his incredibly dashing good looks ( though you can argue it was a contributing factor ) nor his outstanding wealth that you think could rival the qixing’s, but it was his gentlest of smile and touch directed towards you, and only you.
what makes you special? you wonder.
he has an ulterior motive, he can’t possibly have one when you’re just you.
he sees some use out of you, that can’t be practical since you’re an average civilian.
you must remind him of someone else, you can’t prove that thought right or wrong. truth be told, despite the countless of hours and minutes you’ve spent with this man, you could never understand nor even grasp what’s brewing in his mind. you barely know him but you feel like he’s everything to you.
“darling?” gloved hands reach out to touch your hand, the rich snezhnayan fabric did little to muffle his frigid touch. as someone who's so warm towards you, you do find him rather cold; even in warmer climates. as though he was still distant despite how he acts. — “are you alright?” his voice is like honey, sweet and far too alluring to even consider the fact he was being deceitful with his worry.
“i’m fine, my love.” you smile in return, holding onto his hand, interlocking your fingers together with his.
“do not be like that, i can tell something’s bothering you.” he laughs in return; squeezing your hand softly and the sting of the cold metals around his fingers slightly burn your skin.
‘is there a reason why you love me?’ you let those words die on your lips as letting them slip might just ruin everything, destroy the illusion of a perfect life he has built for you. — you’re only ruining it with your constant worrying, why not just accept it as it is and not think about it?
no, no, you cannot just accept it! it has been two years and seven months since he first proclaimed his love for you after visiting your humble shop again and again, it has been a year and six months since you moved into his luxurious mansion and it has been only seven months since the world came to know you as the regrator’s wife. — and despite all the time that has passed, you still haven’t figured out why on earth he’s so in-love with you! there must be a reason, it cannot be chalked up to mere love at first sight.
you were swept away by his allure, his handsome face; his elegant disposition and the way he treats you and you were drunken with his love yet whenever you sober up, you can’t help but wonder. a torturous cycle of highs and lows! you can’t help but think you will be used as a sacrificial pawn in this game of chess the fatui is playing with the rest of the world!
“the fair lady’s death has me a bit shaken up,” you lie through your teeth; as someone who is married to one of the fatui’s higher-up’s, you’ve grown fluent in deceit as well. “that traveler proves to be a threat towards your goal.”
“our goal,” he says softly. “but you are correct, i must admit that that outlander’s meddling has thwarted our original plans but fear not, signora’s death was a necessary sacrifice towards teyvat’s better future.”
you nod, “of course. i have no doubt that the fatui will turn out to be victorious, not a single shadow of doubt. i am simply worried for your wellbeing, please be careful my love.” — despite what it seems, you truly do care about his wellbeing, for even though you doubt his intentions with loving you is pure, you can admit that you have fallen for the harbinger.
the regrator chuckles, amused at your concern, as he leans in to press a soft chaste kiss by the corner of your lips, “you worry enough for the both of us, fear not. i’ll be alright, i have a wife to return to, after all.”
it does little to ease your worries, his smile was stasis on his face and you can’t tell what he was planning or even thinking but the reflection of your figure in his lenses makes you think that it involved you.
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fearingthefearsome · 2 years ago
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𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕬𝖗𝖒𝖘' 𝕼𝖔𝖒𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙 ( 𝕯𝖎𝖑𝖚𝖈 𝖝 đ•œđ–Šđ–†đ–‰đ–Šđ–— )
─‱~𝓜đ“Șđ“Œđ“œđ“źđ“»đ“”đ“Čđ“Œđ“œ ~‱─  - The main masterlist with all my collections 
đ’ąđ‘’đ“ƒđ“ˆđ’œđ’Ÿđ“ƒ'𝓈 đ’«đ“‡đ’Ÿđ“‚đ‘œđ‘”đ‘’đ“‚đ“ˆÂ - Genshin Impact masterlist 
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Hi đ“­đ“»đ“Čđ“Żđ“œđ“źđ“»đ“Œ, Lots of things have come up, mainly a fwe issues and currently I haven't been on the right state of mind. It's been hard, I am very close to giving up but my friends have been a great help and have been supporting me alongside my fanfics- hehe.
In case you've all also gone through something hard, rough or something that you feel so close to giving up. I give you a simple comfort I can write in these trying and rough times.
Don't lose hope... fanfic below the divider..
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It hurt
 a lot. 
One moment you’re fine and shit just hits the fan the moment you let your guard down. 
Sat near the far side of Wolvendom, you sat there curled up. Hiding away from the gazes, the noises, the problems, the world.
Sniffling, you quickly rub away the tears that roll down your cheeks. Your eyes feel like they're burning from the lava of rage and anger you feel towards yourself. You try to regain your breath but nothing can ease the pain your heart that just throbs full of that pain. You can’t control yourself at this point. Nothing can stop you now, protectded, guarded and so safe from that space people had invaded. 
You’re sniffles turn into sobs. And those sobs just end up not stopping. Tears just uncontrollable at this point as you sob and sob your anger out until it just hurts to breath. You think to yourself just how far you’ve fallen this week, this month this entire time you think to yourself. 
‘fuck, fuck-‘ 
“fuck.” 
Your labored breaths are ragged and full. Snot just fills you nostrils and clogged your senses the way regret just has your hands fisting the grassy fields. 
‘Why didn’t you keep your mouth shut, why didn't you just stay quiet. Didn’t you promise yourself that you wouldn’t cause trouble. Why didn’t you follow her advice and just kept your mouth shut. Don’t you know how much you’ve affected everyone. Everyone’ll hate you now because of-‘ 
“Single damn mistake.” You snarled out in fury. Hands in your hair, tugging, pulling and raging between the tears in your eyes and the anger that just consumed you. You don’t know how much rage built within you that almost burst with your blood pressure. You ground your teeth till your jaws are numb. And it's like the Archons had ditched you, summoned all their powers and humiliated you with the most obvious signs to mankind. You really couldn’t help yourself as the group dragged you in the mud, verbally assaulted you and called you a shitty irresponsible hoe like it was some kind of compliment. You really didn’t want to resort to violence, but the vision pendant on your glowed with ferocious emotions and energy that you yourself couldn’t contain any longer. Screeching in ultimate fury, the loudest cry that had the nearby wolves howling alongside your madness. Before it cracked. 
Your resolve just cracked until it was just utter defeat and regretful sobs. It hurts so damn much. Nothing could really describe it in words, only actions that had the forest silent as you sobbed and sobbed like no tomorrow. Like a child, like that DAMN CHILD. 
It was like a dam, a waterfall, an island that just caved beneath your feet. The ground collapses and leaves you scrambling to grieve over the scattered pieces. As they watched on, as those bastards- watched on with blurred faces. Almost unseeing their expressions as they mock you,, laugh at you, scold you, torture you with the most disgusting glee in their faces. If only it wasn’t like this. If only I had kept my mouth shut. If OnlY i kePT mY MoU-
“Y/n?”
You suck in your breath like it was worth saving. It wasn’t. Your trembling figure ceased to make any movements or sound as someone- someone was here. You can remember faces, you can remember voices, you can remember him like the back of your hand. Yet-
Why is Diluc here?
Wolvendom was right beside Dawn Winery but it was almost unnecessary for Dilluc to be deeper into the wolves territory. It was rare and even like stumbling into a flower patch and a random chest pops out. 
“I can hear your thoughts from here.” 
Silence is different from each other. One is tense when one is hiding, one is worried when one is seeking. Then you hear his voice once more, deep and gruff but always tinted with worry and comfort that melts you, that tears down your walls and leaves you so raw to the world.  
“Y/n.”
You don’t even register it until you’re face to face again with your companion’s handsome face. The tremors you try to withhold just end up spreading like a disease. And its humiliating and embarrassing, your face tucked in his neck you cried until your throat was sore from overuse. Sobbing and gagging as it all became too much, emotions got too much to the point even you were wondering how you ended up here. Swimming through your thoughts, memories, the entirety of your mind drowned you until your last breath was left. 
Diluc merely holds you as you faint. Gloves off and coat still itching to be taken off and wrapped around you on a cold night. An internal turmoil ends with him choosing to hold you with his hands running its path through your hair. He gazes at you, the tear tracks, the gaunt look, the paleness, he soaks it up until he musters up the courage to press that chaste kiss on your forehead. 
“I’m here, Y/n.” 
He says like a promise, “I promise,” and it is.
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npcimpact · 2 years ago
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swan | nerves
you’ve thought swan is cute for a long time.
you got horribly sick once- two men arrived at your door with medication and kind eyes. and you’d fallen hard for swan’s clumsy speech. ever since then, you’ve made excuses to pass through the front gate, just to see his face again.
not that you ever, y’know, talk.
the most acknowledgement you’ve ever seen is lawrence (you think that’s his name?) elbowing him excitedly at the angel’s share, and a quick look from him.
you want to say it’s nerves, but past experience tells you not to get your hopes up.
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you shouldn’t worry though. it’s definitely nerves.
lawrence is the worst, with a big grin whenever you pass by; he never hesitates to tease him about his crush. swan makes an effort to only meet you in taverns, when he can pretend the blush on his face is alcohol induced, and not the rush he gets from locking eyes with you.
his gaze never fails to linger when lawrence reassures him that you’re not looking his way and he goes in for a second look, his eyes trailing up your body.
lawrence pats swan on the back and tells him it’ll be okay, because you obviously only have eyes for him. swan makes a face. lawrence can’t help but wonder if his friend will ever believe him.
“have you tried flowers?” huffman asks him.
“no, the problem isn’t figuring out how to ask them out. he hasn’t even figured out that they like him.”
“oh.”
lawrence rubs his temples. “and listen, no offence, but you can’t give any advice, because you’re about as dense as they come.”
swan can see the gears in his friend’s head turn- and then he shrugs and wanders off. days turn into weeks, which turn into months, and eventually a year and a half has passed and lawrence has had ENOUGH.
“you. come with me.”
swan doesn’t get a chance to respond, his friend dragging him along the streets of mondstadt as their shift changes over and his plans are drastically changed.
“lawrence, is everything okay?”
lawrence scowls at him. so, no.
“i have had to sit through you and your pining and your nerves and your worries for a year and a half, and i’m sick of it. so tonight, we’re going to find them, and you’re going to ask them out. you can go to starsnatch cliff, or something. pick some cecilias.”
“no, wait, hold on-”
panic rushes through swan. ask you out? haha, what? he won’t even be able to get the first few words out! you’ll think he’s a joke before he finishes the question!
“nope, no holding on. i’m not interested in suffering anymore, so you’d better figure out what you want to say.”
has he daydreamed about you reciprocating his love? of course- but he’s long since resigned himself to the fact that that’s simply just not
 possible. but here he is in front of you, a sweet madame in your hands.
his stomach rumbles, and swan wants to curl up into a ball and die.
“hey, my friend wants to ask you something important.” lawrence gives him a pointed look, and the knight can see sara trying so hard not to look, but not being particularly successful.
“okay.” you smile, biting your lip a little. archons above, you’re so, so, so cute. “whatever you need from me, you can have.”
swan misses the double meaning in your words, but lawrence doesn’t, and lets out a loud sigh. “swan, ask.”
he swallows. you have no idea how your bright eyes scare him so.
“um, i- uh. i wanted to-” he coughs. this is awful. this is the most terrible experience of his life. “i wanted to ask you out on a date
?”
you blink. “and this isn’t a joke?”
“no!”
a wide smile spreads over your face. you wipe away at your eyes and apologise profusely.
“sorry, crying over being asked out? that’s really embarrassing-” you sniff, and wipe away at your face one last time. “well anyway, the answer is obviously yes. i kinda can’t wait, so don’t put it off!”
a sense of euphoria washes over swan. uh, that thing about this experience being terrible? it was definitely wrong. he looks at his friend.
“shut up, you.”
and unsurprisingly, lawrence doesn’t.
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ciexuvia · 2 years ago
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c:ai prompt -
the character is working and some of their files get lost and they held an investigation and the suspect is you or the user so what will happen if you were the mole or a snitch of their organization, will the protect you or forsake you?
this prompt will fit perfectly with this characters : ayato, al haitham, cyno, diluc, zhongli, thoma, kazuha, and gorou
Keep me updated!!
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almosteggs · 2 years ago
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AN: just a little mundane drabble that suddenly came to mind. Nothing too special but I'll take feedback.
GN Reader, you get called "dear" once. Idk what else to put here...
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The bell hung over the door jingles, notifying me of the arrival of a customer.
"Welcome to the Steambrew, how can I help you?"
Putting on your best customer service smile you face your newly arrived customer, only for your expression to falter seeing the ruffly haired duke having entered.
"Ah, you don't have to look so disappointed! I'm a much valued customer after all!"
The man is cheery as can be, a dashing smile as he looks at me like an elated puppy.
"I won't tolerate any insult to my product, while constructive criticism is valuable, your tastes are simply too
 refined."
He lets out a hearty laugh as he begins to peruse the many shelves of various teas. A pleased smile upon his face as he hums to himself. Studying closely the many etiquettes on the various blends. 
"You know, if there is a certain kind of blend you desire, you can put in a custom order."
"Why yes of course, buuuut~ you're rough handling of my precious leaves would leave them testing all bitter and sad. So~ no thanks."
I grimace, but hold my tongue. My expression is surely one of displeasure. If he wasn't such a big spender, he would have been thrown out already, face first into a rain puddle.
I sit down behind the counter, no desire to continue the conversation. I simply wait for him to make his choice while I double check the orders for next week. I hate to admit but he truly did keep my modest shop aloft. Being placed in such a hidden corner of the city, most of the citizens didn't even know of its existence. Perhaps I should consider relocating?
He clears his throat at the counter, having finished up his shopping while I was lost in thought. 
"I have a name you know. Anyways, did you find all of the blends you were looking for?"
"Most of them yes, however there is a blend from Liyue that a certain traveler has been telling me about, think you could get a hold of it?"
"Hmm, Liyue is quite far, I'll have to see if I can organize something. It will cost you a fair bit though, just so you're aware."
"That's no problem, you get me the tea, I get you the mora~"
I sigh as I finish packing up his many boxes of tea leaves. Does he even drink them all? Is he just a hoarder?
"Thanks for your business, don't let the door hit you in the ass."
"Lovely seeing you too my dear~"
He happily leaves the shop. Elated at his purchase. 
"What was that guy's name again?"
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saintfaux · 1 year ago
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shoot1ngst4r · 9 months ago
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going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut
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elvestoneanzelote1 · 2 years ago
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Hello! I saw your Albedo/Zhongli reader on wattpad and honestly love it
I like to request Albedo/Zhongli reader doing a little experiment then accidently creating a random girl that end of becoming reader assistant. (I'm going to mix Sucrose, Hu Tao, and Stelle for this one) I like to imagine that the girl is very quiet and shy but secretly very mischievous to anyone and can be snarky if she want, but also more open, calm, and, puppy like toward reader. Since reader create her, she likely more clingy and protective toward reader plus there a chance she'll have a weird humor and obsession with random things. (Stelle trashcan behavior) I was thinking that, reader trying to hide how the girl got here by saying that she lost her memory and he find her unconscious so that she don't get weird stuff from Mori, but that up to you if you want to change it. Also, Chuuya probably jealous of her and maybe Dazai if he find out about her existence, Since she the assistant which mean She gonna work closely with reader himself.
Bonus,this isn't another request but a question. Will Albedo/Zhongli reader interact with other character such as Verlaine in your book?
𝙰:𝚗- 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚱𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝! 𝚂𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚱 𝙾 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚱... đ™”đš˜đš› 𝚍𝚊𝚱𝚜? ,𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚱𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚱 𝚒𝚝!
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙾 𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎... 𝙮𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚱..
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First thing, You were just busy doing some experiments and more likely to indulge yourself from boredom.
Until you accidentally hit one of your potions in alarmed by someone knocking at your door.
"Who is it?" You asked while picking up the glass which contained the potion... But it eventually emptied into another glass potion mixing it.
"L/n-sensei, Boss has requested you to look through this report," said a familiar voice making you recognized who may it be.
Your eyes flickered on the potion the at the door.
'Nothing will happen if I go out a bit to check the reports I hope..' You thought to yourself and left.
As the bubbles filled up the glass tube making it crack in just some few minutes.
"Huh? What was that?"
"L/n-sensei?" Chuuya called out to you as you shook your head slightly and smile.
"It is nothing... Nakahara please continue"
"Well... As I was saying the-"
You heard another crack making you glance back at your door and then at Chuuya who was very much confused by your off-minded attention.
"Sensei?"
"Nakahara, will it be better if we skip the report for the next day?"
"Huh? But... The boss wanted to..." He paused as his eyes narrowed in doubt, 'was my Voice not clear? Or did I mispronounce some words I should have practiced 10 times more again' thought Chuuya while he gaze down at the floor with a frown.
"It is not about the reports or your words but... I still have some work left"
"...is it? Another research...? Perhaps I can help sensei?" Asked Chuuya curiously as you shook your head.
"Give the report after an hour or two" you said and went inside the office alarming Chuuya as he heard the lock.
'Sensei doesn't often lock his office doors... Is it really urgent Experiment...?'
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"So... Your telling me you found her?" Asked Mori as you nod, as Su Hu (mixture of sucrose and hutao) peek a bit shyly.
"Oh... What's your name?" Asked Mori to Su Hu who looks to be around 20.
"Are you sure you just didn't scooped your girlfriend?" Asked Mori with a stiffened smile as you shook your head.
Su Hu blushed and pouted a bit when you denied it and tugged your coat.
"Master Y/n! Are we going to have another experimentation?"
"Another?"
"I took her under my... Wings she will be... My..."
"I'm his student and assistant!" Said Su Hu smiling a bit as she waved slightly to Elise who just huffed away making Su Hu confused.
"A student? Oh you finally have the will to take a student now?"
"Master Y/n! Can we go and find some trash? I mean... Who knows we may find something valuable"
"T-trash?" Mori said with a frown as you shook your head making Su Hu pout.
"We can go burry people"
"Really! Is it already Saturday!? I always wanted to do it!"
"Sat... Wait... How long has she been with you?" Asked Mori as you pointed him two fingers.
"Two days?"
"No, Two weeks"
"Wh-where does she stays?"
"With me"
"..." Mori stares at you then at Su Hu who dragged you away with her as she mentioned about different styles of burying people.
Mori side glance at Elise who too was frowning.
"Elise-chan pinch me, Am I dreaming?"
"No, Rintarou Al-niisan truly found someone..."
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"Call Kouyou immediately why was I not inform about this?"
The guard nods hesitantly With Mori still trying to comprehend what just happened.
'Does that mean, Y/n-kun will solely focus on his assistant? And how does she get to live with him! She is a girl firstly!'
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It was silent in the Meeting room with Chuuya looking back to Kouyou who had mouth agape.
"He barely invited me to his house for a tea break yet... he let a 20-year-old girl live with him? How did she se-i mean melt him for that?" Said Kouyou immediately correcting her words as Mori shrugged off with a serious face.
"The girl have been living with him for two weeks"
"T-two weeks?" Chuuya Half- Shouts as Kouyou shushed him.
"We can't let others know about it... Especially, Y/n I am shocked he... Was. Into younger girls.." Muttered Kouyou as Su Hu and you seem to have 6 years gap... This is normal as it is acceptable for males and females to have at least a 7-8 years gap and she is eligible... But it doesn't add up for them.
The chaos and drama occur when you start to tag her... Mode likely she clung to you almost every day, going to meetings as you didn't mind as she eventually became a good assistant for you.
The main problem was Akutagawa Ryounosuke who just glared at Su Hu who tried to tease him (you know Hutao and Xiao thing) but heck to say He was jealous as he respected you a lot (besides Dazai).
And the fact that even you are taken away by another person make him... Feel he is not good enough.
'Am I not... Strong or helpful for L/n-sensei?" Thought Ryounosuke to himself as he was annoyed By Su Hu's constant clinging to your side which he wished he could too.
Chuuya was the most annoyed in sort of way.
He won't admit but he is envious of Su Hu, as He assumes you won't take another student besides that Mackarel Dazai but now you kept one, and the fact she is just a replica of Dazai clinging onto you. The only difference was she was shy at first meeting people but when she thought it was fine she started to act exactly like Dazai.
'Does sensei... Missed Dazai... Or does he prefer people like them...' Thought Chuuya who constantly thinks you prefer the likes like Dazai.
Truth be told you made an error in your experiment and made Su Hu.
But since she is helpful and makes good tea you let her stay as you are curious about how a small mistake in an experiment creates a life.
Kouyou was unsure as she assumed that you and Su Hu were eventually a thing that she wouldn't admit but was slightly annoyed. I mean you are her partner in crime why didn't you tell her if you get a girlfriend and why... Her out of all people.
Kouyou finds Su Hu unbearable because of her reckless personality and her burying people and even gives Kouyou a coupon!
Su Hu assumes Kouyou to be older like hell! She is the same age as Y/n!.
She would rather prefer the coupon to be given to Mori.
Which indeed happened. Mori had a lot of 50% discount coffin offer by Su Hu.
It was annoying for him too. He even stopped Elise from attacking Su Hu because in his desire he really want to dismantle Su Hu.
Though he doesn't know why he felt that.
Just say Su Hu had a lot of enemies by just sticking with you but she doesn't mind as her sole purpose is you! Your her creator after all!
But...
Things went worse when Dazai found out oh, boy he was so angry and jealous.
He loves you a lot but... Has he been replaced by a student who is... having amnesia and even living with you? And became an assistant on your work, he was so pissed!
He wouldn't think that way against a girl, a lady to be precise but... The fact you smile at her, cook for her or you eat her meal made by her and every day see each other at work and at home!
Yes he is a changed man but he wouldn't mind murdering another person.
Fact to say... The agency was worried about Dazai crying dramatically on the corner.
None could move him.
Until they too found it out by some of them seeing you at work with a girl or going to a cafe with a girl.
Oh, boy things are messy for y/n just because of his mistake of making Su Hu.
The Port Mafia are already on the process to find anything about Su Hu to kick her out of your life or perhaps they can just murder her but... If they did you won't forgive them.
Which is something which they restraint the self to do so.
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A:n- that's all good day/night to all!
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danijaci · 11 months ago
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prank gone wrong w/ childe
based on a tiktok audio!
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HE FUCKING THAT SHIT UPPPPPPP
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emphasisondrvgs · 1 year ago
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I’m done with character x reader.
Ship reader x reader.
SHIP ME WITH MYSELF, PATHETIC BEINGS.
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crepezinhos · 7 months ago
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Men who you can easily control and convince of things if you use your nuclear bombs, also known as your boobs.
There he was, sitting in that chair and reading documents for the past 4 hours. It is midnight and he still refuses to go to bed because those documents were apparently ‘really important’ and due tomorrow. Although you recognize his hardworking spirit, sometimes he takes it too far.
That’s why you used your biggest weapon.
You flashed him.
“I’m sorry, my love, but I really need to—” That exact moment of him finally turning his face to stare you back was when you lifted up your shirt, making him paralyze immediately.
His face was stoned at a perfect angle where he could clearly see and appreciate your breathing boobs, his eyes getting dry from the lack of blinking.
“Don’t you think you’ve worked a lot today already? You need have good-quality sleep if you want to work well
” You decided to act extra mean to him and used your hand to squeeze them in their favorite way.
He kept staring at your boobs in silence for some awkward seconds.






“Ok.” He immediately dropped his pen and jumped out of his chair and launched his mouth towards one of your breasts, taking it like he has been starving for it for years now.
Good luck dealing with him now.
Diluc, Heizou, Tartaglia, Itto, Wanderer, Kaeya, Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Capitano, Cyno, Sethos
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fearingthefearsome · 2 years ago
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"𝕮 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚." - 𝕼𝖞𝖓𝖔 𝖝 𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗!đ•œđ–Šđ–†đ–‰đ–Šđ–—
─‱~𝓜đ“Șđ“Œđ“œđ“źđ“»đ“”đ“Čđ“Œđ“œ ~‱─  - The main masterlist with all my collections 
đ’ąđ‘’đ“ƒđ“ˆđ’œđ’Ÿđ“ƒ'𝓈 đ’«đ“‡đ’Ÿđ“‚đ‘œđ‘”đ‘’đ“‚đ“ˆÂ - Genshin Impact masterlist 
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Here it is dearÂ đ“­đ“»đ“Čđ“Żđ“œđ“źđ“»đ“Œ, the first fanfic on the blog and hopefully you’ll look forward to more. This is a bit short but I tried to make it a bit wholesome and sweet. Think of it as a little warm up fufu~. 
Read the oneshot right below the clouds and enjoy this lovely story from the Archives.
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Lesser Lord Kusanali was freed. She was freed from her chains, freed from her misery and now rules Sumeru as the true Archon whose power was finally remembered by the citizens. Alongside her was the fake god who was supposed to overthrow her, on the other was his rival, Alhaitham. Whose position as a meer scribe was to be promoted as the Acting Grand Sage in the next few days. Not only that, his position as the General Mahamatra was given back to him in the fullest honor he can receive it to be from Lord Kusanali. 
With Sumeru trying to regain its honor and build back up to its former glory, he went out and made sure to help them. Only a week after saving their Archon he received an invite from Nilou. A feast in the Zubayr Theater to celebrate their victory in the greatest act of overthrowing their oppressive government. And remembering the incident with the former Grand Sage, he needs to make a report about the reputation of arts to Lord Nahida.  
He thinks about the feast and before he knew it, the night had set and he was left standing at the entrance of the Grand Bazaar. Unlike before, the place was filled to the brim with a crowd like no other. Decorations hung from the walls and the ceiling of the Divine Tree. He walks around in hopes of not being late to the feast and there his eyes wander to meet the figure of the most alluring and captivating dance of a dancer. 
“Cyno!” 
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Beautiful.” He uttered beneath his breath. The call of his name fell on deaf ears as he watched the dancer adorned in the most beautiful golden jewelry twirl with so much grace. The beat of the music fastened like their feet and he was left adoring every twist and turn they made. Every beat had their hands straying away to catch the cloth that danced between their figure and helped accentuate the elegance they radiated with every step. When the crowd cheered them on as they moved to stretch out their hand to the crowd he could hear his heartbeat rushing in his ears. Then his ruby eyes met their (e/c) ones and he could feel them steal his breath away when their hand pulled the air away from his direction.
It stirred something within him as he watched them dance to their heart’s content. He told himself, ‘Don’t look away,’ his eyes continued to eye their face laughing with glee, ‘you’ll miss something.’ 
The music faded away, the crowd clapped and whistled with joy, the mysterious dancer bowed and disappeared. He was left grasping for air as his legs tried to search for a wisp of their figure in the shadows. He could barely focus on anything but the sense that something had to be done after watching their performance. He clearly remembers their figure, confidence and a hint of slyness on the tips of their fingertips. The clothes were varying shades of purple and the jewels were almost the same shade as their eyes. The golden linings and the golden jewelry would clink together almost in time with the beat of the music. Their hair would sway and pull him in a trance before he met their eyes and- oh. 
Nothing more was said when he turned the corner to collide with someone. The sound of the jewelry they wore on their body was loud in his ears. The stinging pain that lingered from colliding with them was enough to have apologies ready on the tip of his tongue. As he ripped himself away from her, he felt his words die down and swallowed up in his mouth. He met those enchanting (e/c) eyes and he can’t help but be fascinated by their flushed expression paired with the pink tint on their cheeks. 
“I found you.”
His hand scrambled to find purchase as they held it out to them. An invitation of sorts unlike the feast, was promised with something far greater than words can explain. He silently let the world stop its flow of time to let him take the lead. When he feels a soft hand rest on his, he moves forward to kiss the back of their hand. He  can feel their gaze on the back of his head as he flits through their fingers. Unexpectedly, he brings the tip of their ring finger to his lips and kisses them with fervor love dripping like honey. Opening his eyes to meet their burning gaze back, he whispers, 
“I found you, my dearest.” 
“Would courting you first sound like a fair promise?”
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constellationguy · 6 months ago
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Lies the Genshin Men say
*little explicit here and there*
Explicit sections: Childe, Dottore-ish, Kaeya, Baizhu
The Harbingers
Pierro: He says he prefers to see you in his colors, mainly blues and black. Truthfully he adores you in red. He can’t keep his hands off you when you wear red. He also buys you anything that’s red, dresses, shoes, lipstick, flowers, all because the color reminds him of you. For events he prefers you to wear jewelry with darling bright sapphires but your jewelry case is filled with too many rubies to count.
Il Capitano: He says he prefers his hair straight and unrestrained. The truth is he will fall asleep if you play with or style his long back hair. Capitano feels the most loved when you are braiding his hair or giving him a scalp massage. When he misses you he braids his hair but he starts at the nape of his neck because his big fingers can’t braid from the top of his head like you do.
Pantalone: He claims he doesn’t care what perfume you wear. This statement is partly true. During galas and social functions he tells you to wear sents that are known to be pricey but not oppressive, expensive and understated he says. However at home he loves your natural sent, with out shame he will set you on his lap and tuck his face into your neck and take a deep breath, it seems like a sigh but he really is smelling you.
Childe: He tells you he loves everything about you equally, but it’s clear that he adores your boobs the most. Ajax loves to hug you from behind and squeeze or caress your chest while hugging you and will whine and beg to let him if you deny him. He loves to burry his head in your chest after a long day. When you don’t wear a bra you can persuade him to do pretty much anything.
Scaramouche: He tells you that he doesn’t care if you learn Japanese or not. In reality his knees will buckle if you call him “anata”, after you two got married. When you speak with him in Japanese he is so much more animated and emotional. His heart swells with pride when you two speak Japanese in domestic settings. Sing to him in Japanese and he will cry and or fall asleep.
Dottore: He claims to be dominant, which he is, most of the time. He will boss anyone around and make them conform to his will, but he will burn the world for you if you wanted. You tell him to jump and he will ask how high. He will also be extra pliant if you tug on his hair a bit.
Mondstadt
Albedo: He tells you he doesn’t mind not having a “domestic” relationship. In truth he loves seeing you play with Klee. He loves when you cook for him. He loves coming home to you, if he could freeze time to stay in those homey moments he would.
Diluc: He tells everyone that he doesn’t play any instraments. However at home he will play the sweetest melodies for you on the piano. His playing is for your ears only. The only other people he will play for is your future children.
Kaeya: He promises you that he will never hurt you. However, he will bite, scratch, and suck on your skin all day every day if you let him. He adores leaving possessive marks on you as well as giving you painful pleasure, the best kind of pleasure in his book.
Venti: He claims to be chill and not possessive at all. But he will stare and scowl at people being flirty with you. He will place his hands possessively on your waist when anyone gets too close to you. He would keep you locked up at home if he could, he just could never share you with anyone.
Liyue
Baizhu: Baizhu claims to dislike your bossiness, but in fact in almost any scenario it kinda turns him on. He loves when you use him for your own pleasure. He loves when you tell him what to do to make you happy or to get you off.
Xiao: He tells you that he doesn’t want anymore people in his life. However, he truly wants a few kids of his own running about, helping him make breakfast for you every morning. The thing he wants most is a family with you.
Zhongli: Not exactly a lie but Zhongli doesn’t like you eating non home cooked food. Any food that isn’t made by someone he trusts, he won’t let you eat. However whenever you’re feeling down or kind of out of it he will order food and bring it home to make you smile.
Inazuma
Goro: He tells everyone who asks that he hates his ears and tail touched, everyone is too rough with them. On the other hand, you’re so gentile with him, when you play with his hair that he can’t help but enjoy when you gently pet his ears.
Kazuha: He will tell you that the world is inspiration. He tells you his poems stem from the sights he sees and emotions he feels as he travels. But in truth Kazuha has not written one poem without you on his mind, you have been his muse and inspiration since you met.
Ayato: He says he doesn’t mind what you wear. But he can’t help but feel happy when you wear the expensive silk sets he bought you. Silk just fits you for some reason. To him silk complements your soft skin perfectly, the smooth reflective fabric just radiants and amplifies your beauty.
Heizo: Whenever he is tired he will go on and on about how he “isn’t sleepy” or how he’s “just gonna rest his eyes.” This man is stubborn when it comes to going to bed. He just wants to spend more time with you. You might have to make him tea and scratch his back while he lays on you to get him to fall asleep without a fuss.
Thoma: He claims to be neither here or there on who cooks meals. In actuality in his brain he cries and begs for your cooking. It could be any cuisine and he will be happy. He just loves your cooking and your adoration especially after a long day of taking care of others.
Itto: Itto tells anyone and everyone that he’s married to you. He just loves you so much and fantasizes about your wedding to much sometimes he forgets you’re not actually married yet.
Sumeru
Alhaitham: He tells you that you can sleep by yourself. In reality you and him both know you can’t sleep without each other. If you’re angry with him and you sleep on the couch you two will end up making up in the night when he comes to pick you up and take you back to your shared bed.
Cyno: He claims to not get jealous often but truthfully he craves your attention and gets jealous when he doesn’t get it. He knows how his friends don’t favor his humor so he gets a little insecure when you laugh at their jokes sometimes. Just know he will be clingy behind closed doors to make up for being jealous of his own friends.
Kaveh: Everyday he tells you that he won’t overwork himself, he will take breaks today. He doesn’t, no matter how determined he is he will not take a break until you make him. On days when he’s stuck in his head you have to visit him while he’s at work or at home so he can come back down to earth here and there.
Tighnari: He will complain anyone who will listen about how he hates going into Sumeru city for one thing or another. However he will be giddy when he goes onto Sumeru City to visit you. While he doesn’t like the city, it isn’t so bad when you’re with him.
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Lyney: He claims to love all the ways you touch him. However he does have a favorite, he loves when you scratch and massage his back. When you work through his back with your skilled hands he is a happy groaning mess. After a massage he will be like a napping pile of jello. Cuddles with a now loose muscled Lyney are so heart warming.
Neuvillette: He hates the taste of coffee, that’s a plain fact. However, he can’t help but enjoy the taste of coffee if it’s from your lips. The quick good morning kiss you give him as you sip on your coffee makes his head dizzy instead of disgusted like he normally is at the taste of coffee.
Wriothesley: He claims he doesn’t mind you going out alone or without him. Truthfully you are never actually without his surveillance. He has a tracker on your phone and he sends one of his coworkers to make sure you are always safe.
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wakacchi · 6 months ago
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That guy is not as cool as you think he is..."( – ⌓ – )
We now know more about this OO!
Read more like this that I made with love on my ko-fi here~
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