#senior!reader

[terrence-silver]

Honestly, Ck-era Terry Silver falling for someone his own age is an amazing thought because I don't think years would be an issue for him and he'd be prone to be as lovesick and possessive as he is over everyone and anything regardless of their generation. Also, seniors enamored and in love is just ❤️ a very much underrated thing in the fandom world.

[imjustasillygirlwholikesgirls]

Watching Michael myers gets his ass beat by Corey is the funniest thing I have ever seen in my entire life. Bro was beefing with a senior citizen… like Michael was just chilling in them stank ass sewers and Corey just comes out of nowhere and drags the old man..I was so embarrassed for Michael here..they was really tussling, Scrap boxing over a mask that is over 40 years old and probably smells like shit😭 #corey abuses the elderly real

[lookingfxryou]

College senior!Geto whom you admire very much because he’s just that good at his subject.

College senior!Geto who is so kind and patient with his juniors and always so helpful whenever someone needs his help.

College senior!Geto who you can’t help but notice every time he crosses you in hallways, your eyes following him until he’s out of sight. Your friends giving you a knowing look and you getting embarrassed at being caught.

College senior!Geto who is asked to supervise your class for a week and teach some helpful topics as your professor is out on a medical leave and you couldn’t be happier.

College senior!Geto who praises your under standing of the subject as you manage to answer a lot of his questions and discuss the topic assigned with critical thinking.

College senior!Geto who you think is oblivious to the way you blush and get nervous at his words but secretly wish he gets a hint and maybe initiate something.

College senior!Geto who starts passing you small smiles and nods of acknowledgement after that week and you’re floating on cloud nine for a while, your friends teasing you but you’re not even ashamed of being transparent anymore.

College senior!Geto who you think doesn’t know but you’re not exactly subtle and he already has a new topic that he’d like to discuss with you. Possibly as soon as possible.

[itsshawtyfellas]

found this on pinterest so you have to see it too

CRACK MY BACK SMACK MY ASS SLAP MY PUSSY RAW PAINT MY INSIDES TIL ALL I SEE IS WHITE TIL I'M PARALYZED TIL BONES START POPPING LIKE WE'RE POSSESSED BY THE NUN

[suiana]

how about yan senior?? reader have some interest at him but just move on cause she knows that she doesn't have a chance with him since he is a model student. and poof he actually notice reader and obsessed likes her too!

/⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\ anon

I like your idea anon!

✎ yandere! senior headcanons . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― possessiveness, stalking, mild violence etc.

(gn! reader x male yandere! oc)

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✎ yandere! senior who is one of the most handsome and charming guys in the school, easily stealing hearts left and right. which includes yours as well!

✎ yandere! senior who drowns in the attention of everyone fawning over him. it's just so addictive! the way people would do anything for just a minute of his attention~

✎ yandere! senior who doesn't even bother to remember most of the people who adore him. that was, until he saw you. you're so plain! yet you attract him so much? did you cast a spell on him?

✎ yandere! senior who thinks of you as a cute pet. you fawn over him just like the others but something about you is just so... different?

✎ yandere! senior who makes you do everything for him during school hours. from helping him to throw away his rubbish to helping him carry his books around. you would do anything for him and he's going to make full use of that.

✎ yandere! senior who realises that you're not as enthusiastic about him as you were before. he notices your bored face, the way your face drains of energy as your friends inform you about his presence...

✎ yandere! senior who feels his heart shatter when you tell him that you don't want anything to do with him anymore. your words pierce his heart as you rant about how you hate getting treated like a maid by him, how you used to actually like him because he was the perfect senior.

✎ yandere! senior who can't do anything but watch as you turn your back on him and walk away. he feels his hand clench but he calms himself down. well, he'll just find a new pet then. this is your loss.

✎ yandere! senior who realises that he can't find anyone like you. everyone else is boring. disgusting. absolutely trash! no one is as adorable, obedient and charming as you are. no one is you.

✎ yandere! senior who finds himself inside your room when you're sleeping, taking pictures of you and stealing some small trinkets in your room for safe keeping. don't worry! when you come back to him he'll return them to you! so be a good pet and come back please.

✎ yandere! senior who messes with your test papers and rigs your grades. oh! the teachers need someone to tutor a student who suddenly started flunking all of their tests? he eagerly volunteers, smiling in victory as it means he'll be able to see you with a reason now.

✎ yandere! senior who uses his reputation as a model student to get the teachers to ignore your complaints of him. as if they would believe he tried to strangle your friend when she tried to pull you away from him~

✎ yandere! senior who claims you as his, not allowing anyone else to come near you. you're his. his. he can give you anything you want. so just be a good pet and stay with him, okay?

✎ "my cute pet~ do you need me to go through this part again?"

[dateko]

˚｡⋆ [4:01 AM] GOJO SATORU

a/n: it has come to absolutely no one's surprise that i have dropped yet another poorly written timestamp in which two people lie in bed... i spent the rest of the day wallowing in self-pity and typed whatever this mess is... enjoy!

The day barely rises and the moon faintly lingers when Satoru wakes for yet another tedious work trip. Allowing himself to indulge in the quiet, the sorcerer’s eyes trace every inch of the figure sleeping beside him, committing every line and dot to memory. A soft mumble leaves his lips, internally fighting himself with the thought of having to leave you alone once again.

He watches you fondly with a familiar sense of longing. He wonders if you’re aware of how much he thinks about you, how much his heart burns at the mere thought of you, wanting only you to be with him. You came into his life so suddenly, catching him in a moment that threw him into a whirlwind of weakness. Yet even after all of it, after every twist and turn, Satoru is nothing but proud to be yours.

Beneath the bulky comforter, your limbs are intertwined with his in a perfect tango. Like a puzzle piece, you’re slotted perfectly against his broad chest, face buried beneath the white tufts of hair. Satoru sighs again, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as he plants a feathery kiss atop your temple, signaling his inevitable departure.

To this, do you begin to stir, grumbling and muttering something Satoru isn’t sure he can decipher. His hands cradle your head, thumbs sliding across your heavy eyelids as he watches you open your tired eyes in a way that he thinks could kill him instantly. With one eye fully open and seeing, you look at your partner with a pout, tilting your head to feel more of his warmth. 

Already knowing where he’d be off to in a few minutes, you still offer him a pair of pleading eyes. “Not yet,” Your hand finds his wrist and the croak in your voice causes you to wince. “Can’t you stay?” 

The two of you know more than well that the answer was out of the question. Yet you both continue to hold on and relive this same morning exchange time and time again, trading turns in a dance to ask the other if they could simply just… Stay. 

For Jujutsu sorcerers, there is never an option, nor is there a choice to stay. With the line of work you share, there are only so many of you that can go on missions. Always going, fighting, leaving. Nothing is ever enough, and no one ever stays. So many of you repeatedly risk lives and fight without end. And if there isn’t you, there’s Gojo Satoru. He goes where he’s needed, and he goes anywhere where he can to rewrite the world. The very world that was altered the day he was born.

When you remind him of this, Satoru looks at you as if he’s ventured through every universe. With a voice so confident and unwavering eyes that hold nothing but truth, he answers that the only place he needs to be in is with you. 

“Sweetheart, we both know I can’t be late… Again.” Gojo whines, dropping his hand from your face.

“Oh? Since when did you care about being late?” 

“I don’t.”

“Then stay here with me, just for a little bit.” You try again, poking him beneath the covers and encasing his waist with your legs. “Don’t tell me someone’s cursed you…”  

He laughs at your words, a smile reaching his ears. You’re too much like him these days. The simple thought of that scared him. The way you act so carefree, how you can still smile and readily take on anything that may come your way. It lights a fire of fear in him, knowing you’ve placed all your trust in him. That wall you’ve once surrounded yourself with crumbled completely just by his existence alone.

“The only curse I have is you.” Satoru teases, flicking your forehead. You let out a groan and pull yourself into him, trying to be as close to your lover as possible. Satoru can’t help but hold you tighter, almost as if you’d slip away from his grasp. Whatever mission he had today could wait for a few more minutes. The warmth that you radiated was a more pressing matter.

“I’ll tell you what…” You trail off, eyeing the way his deft fingers play with your own. They seem to linger around your fourth finger, playing with something imaginary, almost as if there was something sitting there. “I’ll let you go if you can escape my grasp!”

“What a challenge.” Satoru smirks.

Your attempt to cage the strongest in your arms is fruitless from the very start. There was no one that could ever counter his strength. They would be a fool if they even endeavored in such an act. The sorcerer is swift in his moments, and within a blink, you are pushed flat against the pillows. 

Hovering over your delicate figure, a winsome smile graces his lips. “I win.”

Huffing, you bring your palms up to frame his sharp face. Satoru mirrors the gaze you have on him, watching your features carefully, afraid to leave you out of his sight. He wonders if you knew that the world he fought so hard to protect was holding him so delicately. 

“Be good ‘til I get back, okay? We can stay in bed all day long.” 

[seiwas]

there is a very specific image in my head of early-mid 20’s iwaizumi hajime

[siriusly-parker]

—flor de maracuja [draco m.] —prologue. [intro]

[series masterlist]

tags. [draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader, students came back to finish their senior year, after the war, fluff, angst, kinda grumpy x sunshine, series]

author’s note. [really really short intro, plz tell me if you’d actually like a series!! ꩜ i siriusly love you <3]

wc. [0.67k]

“Remember! The harder the growing, the higher the grading!” Growled the teacher as the rest of his class started to pack their things and leave.

Mr. Derwen Pembroke was Madam Sprout’s gloomier Welsh replacement after the war. Of the few teachers left, not many came back to Hogwarts. The lack of staff meant that he was the only herbology professor, one who hated teaching introduction classes, as he felt he was overqualified. He constantly reminded his students of it and only kept his rudeness to a minimum with his Advanced crew. As a Herbology 101 student, Draco absolutely despised him.

“Mister Malfoy.” Draco stopped at the door. “You are failing my class.” He turned around and walked deeper inside the class towards his incredibly bored-looking teacher. “Actually, I believe I am not, Professor.” Mr. Pembroke rolled his eyes and put his feet up on his already muddy desk. “You’re right, I’m sorry. You are not failing.” Draco felt he was being condescending. “Yet.” Of course he was. “But, if your thumb doesn’t get as green as that damn tie very soon, you most definitely will be.” He sighs “I would like for you to be tutored for this assignment. Mr. Longbottom should be at the AH2 greenhouse right about now. He’ll explain everything.” Draco nodded, keeping his groaning hushed as he turned to leave the classroom. “One more thing.” Mr. Pembroke stopped him. “Don’t ever try to correct me again, Mr. Malfoy. No one likes a smartass.” The boy didn’t argue, he knew better than to bargain with a snake. “Of course, Professor.” “Don’t be a suck up either.” He was taken aback. What did this man want? But, Derwen laughed before he had the chance to finish his thought. “I’m just kidding, Draco. Don’t be so uptight.” “Well, there’s not much left for me to be now, is there, Sir?” “Smartass.” He snorts.

AH2 meant Advanced Herbology II. Their greenhouse was farther from the castle and closer to the forest, and only AH2 students or personally approved ones, like Draco, were allowed to use it. The small runned down shack didn’t interest many students, anyway. It looked old and disheveled, nothing very appealing.

When he got there, the so-called greenhouse was empty and Neville was nowhere to be found. He wasn’t really in the mood to look for him, so he hovered around all the weird looking plants, many of which he had never even seen before.

As he walked, he noticed a small passage towards what seemed to be like an extension of the place. It ended up being much bigger than what it hinted to from the outside, probably by an Undetectable Extension charm, like the one he used for his bag. It looked more like a national botanical garden than a stupid herbology class greenhouse. Entering the room, a faint melody could be heard from what Draco assumed to be the solarium.

When Draco walked into the sunlit room, he saw her. He saw the bows in her hair first. They were yellow like her skirt and the laces on her shoes.

“Are you lost?” The girl asked without turning around. Draco’s taken aback. He didn’t think she had even noticed his presence. “What?” “I’m asking if you are lost.” She says matter-of-factly. “Oh. Well, I guess I kind of am.” He tries to find the right words by rubbing the back of his neck, “...Sorry.” but she turns to face him with a bright smile he definitely didn’t expect. “No worries! I completely understand. This place is an absolute maze!” Her laugh was warm and it made the boy dizzy. Haven’t heard anyone be so friendly to him in a long time, he tries to change the conversation, so as to not think about it too much. “I’m actually waiting for Longbottom.” “That makes sense.” She smiles. “You can wait here if you want. He shouldn’t take long.” Turning back to caring for her plants, she shifts on her feet. “So… what are you working on?”

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[kimberly-spirits13]

Guess who’s enrolled to get her bachelors and masters degree in engineeringgggggg

Ps I’m doing my minor in fine arts and I’m so excited and I’m doing a program where I can do college in five years and graduate with my masters and bachelors so I’m stoked- hopefully I’m set to graduate without student loans so no debt!

[a-darkworld-fool]

[random thought] ● yandere haru sagara (with peekaboo!)

peekaboo gets really sad everytime you leave jabberwock. why? that's because...

peekaboo worries for haru.

haru tries to hide his exhaustion by acting that he's okay but peekaboo knows how tired haru is.

and everytime you're with haru, haru looks a lot better in peekaboo's eyes. he becomes energetic and talks more than usual.

then at night, haru keeps mentioning your name.

"peekaboo, when do you think y/n will come visit again?"

"what do you think about y/n?"

"y'know, I miss y/n a lot..." haru says as he traced the bright red dot among the lines on his device.

y/n is important to haru.

seeing how wistful haru is, peekaboo really hopes you'll never leave them.

since peekaboo likes you too!

the next time peekaboo sees you, he'll make sure you stay!

[ruyi-li]

chapter three - together, we'll change the world

pairing - luke castellan x unclaimed afab!reader warnings - chunky dialouge :( a pinch of angst masterlist - found here

A full moon heralded in the beginning of winter. The days were getting shorter and the nights were getting longer as campers who went home for the winter break began to filter out, drifting away like how autumn leaves fall from trees – only to return in the spring. As the atmosphere had started to cool, your friendship with Luke had started to warm.

Now, the two of you would often accompany each other to the lake. Which was where you were right now. Luke gingerly put one foot on the surface of the lake; he nudged the half-frozen surface continuously, testing the waters. Then, he put his other foot on the ice waiting a grand total of one second before turning to you with a victorious smile on his face. 

“See, I told you by now it would have froz–ACK!” Luke jumped into the air as the ice underneath him cracked and unceremoniously soaked his entire foot with shocking cold water. You snorted, trying to contain your laughter behind your hand, stomach-aching - eye crinkling laughter poured out of you as Luke dejectedly ran to you on the embankment. “Looks like ice skating will have to wait a few weeks for everyone,” you managed to wheeze out. Luke pouted as he began pulling off his drenched shoes and socks. “Hey! It looked pretty solid, okay?” You giggled as you got up and fell into step with him. “Alright, whatever you say~” Luke broke into a grin.

The camp was emptier than normal and the kids that were still here – all rounders like you and Luke – had all gathered in the Hephaestus cabin for dragon-toasted s'mores. Luke slumped near the hearth of the Hermes cabin as you fussed about grabbing logs, matches and some tinder to get a fire going. Afterwards, you plopped down next to Luke, taking off the cardigan from around your shoulders and folding it on your lap. “Did you hear it again?” Luke nods and something flashes in his eyes. Indecipherable to all but a select few. It's the same look he gets while sparring or leading or standing up for new campers against the occasional Ares kid. Some may decipher it as focus, vigilance. But you know that look intimately well. 

It is the look of determined rage. Violence. Stirring beneath his warm brown eyes.

“Is it the same dream? On the winter solstice?” again, Luke nodded. 

You held your cardigan to your chest. 

“Are you gonna do it?”

“Yeah”

“Then let me help”

“No, it's too risky” 

“Luke, you’re doing this because of your father, right?”

“Yeah but–”

You cut him off. “Then let me do this because of my mother. I want to spite her – whoever she is, I want to see her fall from her grace on Olympus.” You picked at the skin on your fingertips, eyes staring straight into the cracking hearth. “I want to see the gods burn, indiscriminately. They’ve done nothing but treat us like trash, humiliate us,” Luke touched the scar on his face. “It's only right we do the same, their time has come – and gone. They’ve had centuries, aeons, to learn from their  mistakes but they never will. To them, we’ll always be an afterthought.” You clenched and unclenched your fist leaning closer to Luke for some semblance of comfort. “I mean, my mother had seventeen years to claim me,” Luke’s hand drifted to yours, interlinking pinkies – a promise left unsaid. “And yet, she couldn’t be bothered.” There was silence afterwards, broken only by the crackling fire and the faint laughter emanating from the Hephaestus cabin.

“Okay, starlight,” Luke whispered. 

You smiled at the nickname, albeit sadly. “Thank You,” you gently squeezed your interlocked pinkies. Your eyes landed on his face. “We’ll get through this together. And we’ll change the world , for the better. For everyone.” 

A thin, sad smile adorned Luke’s face. 

[terrence-silver]

the idea of terry with a beloved around his age who he's known a long time not remembering who he is because they suffer from dementia / amnesia is literally making me depressed

He remembers for them.

And he makes it his life's effort and mission to care for them once all the treatments money can buy fail preventing their state; doing so not in some expensive care home, old people's retreat, hospital --- no, personally, on his own estate, in his own mansion, because there's hardly a personnel he trusts more than his own inside of his own home, overlooked by him and his very own jurisdiction in caring for a person he's continuously loved for decades. He quite literally moved them in on his own accord years ago, even before the first signs of their Dementia started. People whisper Mr. Silver has had a significant other (or a family member --- hard to tell which beloved pertains to by an outsider) he's been committed to for literal ages but few have actually seen them because admittedly, he's selfish with beloved's presence, more so if they're sick and fragile, leaving him somewhat unwilling to reveal just how vulnerable his weakness for them is, quite literally speaking --- it is wheelchair bound, it is skittish and has a blank slate for a mind most days; there's a tiny, gloomy upside to this grief, he might think, calculating and possessive as he is even now. Sure, they don't remember him anymore but they don't remember much else either. There's no competition left inside of their head he needs to beat anyway. They're quite literally only his. Mind, body and soul.

And so he cares.

Ritualistically combing their hair, lifting them when it's time to wash them, clothe them in the best of the best, stretching their limbs a couple of times a day to avoid atrophy, feeding them meals they used to love once upon a time, calming them down once they might fly into a panic wondering what this strange, tall man is doing here; very often, Terry might talk to beloved for hours, telling them all of his plans, every nuance, every scheme, every memory, the good old days, how he'll deal with his enemies, what he'll do to who, knowing that they won't tell anyone or even judge him because ten minutes from now, they might not even remember and they're the safest confessional and friend he could ever relay his deepest, darkest secrets to. Possibly the friend he's had longest if we don't count John Kreese; and for a man fearing betrayal in his older age, it comes as an oddly comforting thing as much as it is a thing of harrowing, profound rage because if everything else evaporates from beloved's mind, so does he and he has no control or ability to ever stop it. It's like they're slipping through his fingers multiple times a day and even when he closes his fist around them, they're still not there. It is unimaginable. Beloved. Not remembering decades of love, happy moments --- his utter devotion to them. Everything he did for them. But, keep them he will and keep them he does. Because whatever their state, they're his.

For everything you need, all your life, always rings entirely true for Terry.

And in the brief moments beloved does remember?

Terry Silver isn't a crier but I do imagine him, tight arms around beloved, practically hysterically weeping and laughing into their chest because they still think it's 1985 and just asked for Margaret who has been dead for quite a while.

[ryzl]

imagine a yandere! senior

yandere! senior who is the top of his class ofc (typical smartass-)

yandere! senior who looks ridiculously good even when stressed 😤 #unfair

yandere! senior who smells like a baby :)) and yes i did include this to fuel my needs- jk

yandere! senior who is very observant of his surroundings. and that is how he saw YOU ♡

yandere! senior noticed that not only are you struggling but you're also very stressed out

yandere! senior who offered to help you with whatever you're struggling with ♡

yandere! senior who dedicated an entire day just for you ♡ (to teach you ofc)

yandere! senior who wants to meet you the next day at the public library at 5:00 pm SHARP

yandere! senior who purposely made the study session longer in order to get you "tired" so that he can take you home with ease-

yandere! senior who went ahead and took you to his house (you are unconscious ofc)

yandere! senior who lays you on his bed to provide comfort

- the softness of his bed is to die for 👹👹

yandere! senior who prepared breakfast the next day 🥰

yandere! senior who keeps doing these "domestic" things to get you to fall for him ...

and fall you did, gosh y'know what they say

"nasa huli ang pagsisisi"  or "repentance comes in the end"

... ... ... ... ... ... ...

" y/n don't forget our study session after school. you don't wanna be punished right? be a good girl and obey ME "

i am sorry for this rushed work ;-; to anyone who would like to add something to this work for it to improve, it is very much appreciated ♡♡♡

— ryzl

[callsign-scully]

𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐂𝐓

𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘹 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘳!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘱𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺

𝙖/𝙣: 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵—𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥.

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𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝗈𝖻 𝖺𝗍 𝖠𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄, 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆. 𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗌, 𝗆𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗅𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍, 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾.

“𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒,” 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇. 𝖧𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽, 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝖼𝗄-𝗎𝗉𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗄.” 𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖬𝗒 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾.”

“𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗌, 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖨𝗆𝗈𝗅𝖺. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇—“

“𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗌,” 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 ����𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍.

“𝖢𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾, 𝖫𝖺𝗇,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽.

𝖡𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝖿𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗄, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄. 𝖨𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌����𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽.

“𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗈’𝖼𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗌,” 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈—𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖠𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗒𝖾𝗍.

𝖧𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗋. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖠𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗎𝗆𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾.

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬. 𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.

“𝖮𝗄𝖺𝗒,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖽,” 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾.”

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽’𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽𝗎𝗅𝖾—𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝖾 (𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽).

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽’𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍, 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋. 𝖨𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽’𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝖻𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉.

𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾, 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖼 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝖠𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗈’𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖧𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾.

𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗄. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅—𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽—𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁. 𝖧𝖾’𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾-𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗐.

𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽’𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉, 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎?”

“𝖭𝗈,” 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽, 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝖺. 𝖠 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎.” 𝖫𝖺𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇. 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋.”

“𝖫𝖺𝗇, 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇.” 𝖬𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗆𝗈𝖼𝗄-𝗎𝗉𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀.”

“𝖣𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍,” 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽, 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗄, 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝖫𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾.” 𝖨 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.”

“𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌. 𝖡𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖥𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍—𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾.

𝖴𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖿𝗌—𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝖯𝖣𝖠 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗈𝖼𝗄, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖫𝖺𝗐𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖨𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽.

𝖠𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇—𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯— 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌.

“𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾, 𝖨 𝖽𝗈, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖲𝗈, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍,” 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽.

𝖠 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗀𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗆𝖾—“

“𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍. 𝖨 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗂𝗍!” 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽.

“𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄. 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝖾 ���𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖨’𝗆 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵, 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒.

𝖨𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍. 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

“𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾!”

“𝖨𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖠𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄, 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝖺 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽—𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗒𝖾𝗍, 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾.

“𝖲𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗉,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍, 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝖺, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

“𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋, 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖺 𝗒𝖺𝗐𝗇 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽, 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽.

𝖨𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗌𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉—𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌.

[hbfengxi]

thinking about neteyam, and how he kept getting things stolen from him all his life.

about how the inherited mischief that came with being the son of jake sully was ripped away from him when his grandmother smiled and declared you will be a great chief one day;

im thinking about how he was robbed of the future he grew up trying so hard to be worthy of—about the fifteen years of his past he had to leave behind as they walked away from their clan;

im thinking about his trinkets, necklaces and visors and arm guards, some lovingly given, some secretly collected, some clumsily made, gathering time in a box he will never open again;

i’m thinking about eldest children, and how they learn early on to scavenge for pieces of themselves that aren’t tainted by the curse of having to grow up faster;

and im thinking about how young neteyam must have been to know when to perform as a good son, a strong warrior, a worthy chief-to-be, and how he must have felt so lost when nobody answered his question of when he could stop;

how he must have always secretly wished he could get away from the chains that bound him to his duties, from all of it;

(i’m thinking about how neteyam’s last words were dad i want to go home i want to go home—)

[suiana]

hi hi :)) how about yan senior and yan junior fighting for reader?? and after a while fighting for reader they decide to just share reader? i can see yan senior as a possesive and obsessive(maybe sadistic too?) while yan junior is the type of worshipping and delusional?? idk its up to you tbh

/⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\ anon

sounds cool!

✎ yandere! senior and junior headcanons . .

✎ warnings . . .

― obsessiveness, possessiveness, nsfw, stalking, delusional yandere, manipulation etc.

(gn! reader x male yandere! oc)

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✎ yandere! senior who is actually related to yandere! junior. god damnit, why does his cousin have to be in his school?!

✎ yandere! senior who tries to keep yandere! junior away from you. no, no, NO! his disgusting cousin is going to take away his pet! his! pet!

✎ yandere! junior who is just happy to be with you. he just wishes his older cousin would've found someone else to be possessive over. he really doesn't want to share his lovely angel :(

✎ yandere! senior who is absolutely infuriated and jealous about the relationship between you and his younger cousin. why'd he have to transfer to his school now?! why is he so close to you?! why do you dote on him so much?! it should be him! him!

✎ yandere! senior who constantly fights with yandere! junior, with you being the main subject of their fights. like fuck, yandere! junior is trying to steal you away from him isn't he?! yandere! junior likes to rile him up too, show you how much of a possesive shit yandere! senior is hehe <3

✎ yandere! junior who keeps his innocent facade in the presence of you and others. like aw, protect your junior please y/n! this big meanie is harassing the both of you again :"(

✎ yandere! junior who realises that you're uncomfortable with their constant fighting. so he suggests to yandere! senior to share you.

✎ yandere! senior who is initially reluctant to agree but discovers that yandere! junior is actually pretty insane too. like omg, he did not expect to see his younger cousin in your room in the dead of night as well...

✎ yandere! senior who comes to a truce with yandere! junior. they'll just share you, he guesses. after all, they are still cousins. they're family! he still has some of that familial love to share his beloved pet with his cousin.

✎ yandere! junior who doesn't actually care what yandere! senior does. all he wants to do is just be with you ♡ you're his angel after all <3 all he needs in life is you!!<3

✎ yandere! senior who is still salty about this arrangement but doesn't really mind much anymore. at least yandere! junior worships you, like you were meant to be. his cute pet, his perfect pet <3 you were meant to be worshipped since the day you were born ♡

✎ yandere! senior and yandere! junior who work together to keep you safe and sound, away from the troubles and terrors of modern day life. if you thought that having one of them was crazy, enjoy having two! two is better than one after all :)

✎ "my pet/my angel, we love you ♡"