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𝕭𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖑 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑: 𝖵𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾 ☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 1𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗍𝗍'𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗏. 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌: 𝗌𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐, 𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍, 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝗒, 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗍𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇, 𝗈𝖼'𝗌

The carriage trudged at a steady rhythm, the wooden wheels racketing  softly as an unseen creature pulled them along. Elliott stared out the small window, his face pressed against flimsy tapestry that once shielded their view. And what a view it was. The castle stood tall and majestic over the glimmering Black Lake, distant dots of golden light almost like constellations against ancient stone. He always loved the castle view best at night, the dark blue velvet sky somehow added a dramatic background to Hogwarts' glory. He smiled softly to himself, appreciating the quiet moment until a familiar voice stole him from thought.

“Merlin’s beard. I’ve forgotten to purchase the new Potions book yesterday,” Sebastian sighed, no doubt imagining Professor Sharp’s disapproving sneer. “Can I share yours?”

Elliott opened his mouth to reply by was interrupted by Ominis’ snark. “And why should he suffer your forgetfulness too?”

“I’m sure he’s happy to share with his best friend – aren’t you, mate?” Sebastian begged silently toward Elliott, emphasising on the bond of their friendship.

“Sure. Or you could just borrow one from Professor Sharp,” Elliott shrugged, amused.

“And admit that I forgot? Never.”

“Suit yourself then,” Elliott snorted as Ominis tutted quietly.

As the two fellow Slytherins bickered about Sebastian’s unpreparedness, Elliott listened quietly. He couldn’t help but smile at their sibling-like interaction – and how much he’d missed them. Even the bickering. Seventh year seemed so far away not long ago, and yet there they were. One last year in a place he had grown to call home.

As they entered the familiar hall, Elliott took a moment to admire the magnitude of history the castle held. He paused, head tilted upward to realise he had never truly taken the time to just appreciate it all. The charmed night sky decorated by slender candles with dots of flames flickering in the distance, the specific smell of parchment and chalk that seeped into each crevice of stone. Most of all, the buzzing chatter of black-robed students scattered about the Great Hall, lost in excited reunions and speculation of the future. He wanted to capture the moment into a jar to keep forever like a souvenir.

“Are you alright, darling?” Ominis approached him ever so quietly, his head tilted.

“Yes, fine, just happy to be back,” Elliott beamed.

The two made their way to join the gaggle of Slytherin boys at the table – and one Garreth Weasley, who always seem to be present for all sorts of shenanigans – as the conversation approached a rather amusing topic.

“So? What about you, Penndragon?” Oliver Wrathbone stared expectedly towards them. “Have you got a date to the Ball?”

Elliott considered his answer carefully. He smirked, mirroring Sebastian’s amused expression from across the table as he tried his best to avoid looking at Ominis. “I have someone in mind. And you? Or will you be taking your toad again?” he chuckled.

“For your information, prick, I’ve got a girlfriend-“

“Once again, Oliver, a fictional character doesn’t count,” Garreth chortled, earning suppressed snickers from the group.

“She’s real, alright?! She just-“ the mousy haired seventh year blushed deeply, stammering for words. “She just doesn’t go here.”

Laughter erupted from the table, almost a little cruel. Garreth placed a hand on Elliott’s shoulder to steady himself as he doubled over, grasping for air. Even Ominis couldn’t hide his amusement, lips curled discreetly upward.

“You’re all pricks,” Oliver murmured defeatedly, though his smile betrayed him.

“''S alright, you’ll just prove us wrong at the ball, won’t you?” Sebastian offered with a wink.

“At least he has a date,” Garreth shrugged. “Imaginary or not.”

Elliott stole a quick glance to his right, catching the rosy hues dusted on Ominis’ pale cheeks. He smiled knowingly, already conjuring ideas of elaborate ways to invite the blonde to the Ball.

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how do I explain to ppl that I’m obsessed with victorian era wizards?

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𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾 𝖨'𝗆 𝖺𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾

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Go follow my boy and his babies

info | boundaries

rp references: big info post [AM Wielder] | info post [Non-AM Wielder] (coming soon)

boundaries: mdni * fade to black/closed door * flirting is fine * response time will vary * prefer lit length and style * asks are open, anon is not

tl;dr the rp reference: loyal as achilles with the rage to boot, charlie is competitive, silly, and devout to those they love. they are best friends/practically family with @gonefromgaunts

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No one is ever holy without suffering.

- Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited

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"The best view comes after the hardest climb." —Vanessa Gendoma

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I live for platonic bros that cry together.

He is also your safe space💚

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๋࣭ ⭑𓏲 ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ꜱɪɴ ๋࣭ ⭑

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗑 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗍𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇 (𝗆𝖼) 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗒𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝖻𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌? 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗀𝖾. 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝗇𝗂.

𝖼𝗐: 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐, 𝗆!𝗆, 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍.

๋࣭ ⭑𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖

Elliott felt refreshed after his quick shower at the Quidditch pitch change rooms, his short dark hair still dripping as he meandered through Hogwarts. His broom was clutched under his arm as he headed toward the Slytherin Common Room, late. The cumbersome broom handle stuck out behind him and jabbed a few fellow Slytherins as he rushed by, tossing apologies over his shoulder. Hazel eyes scanned the room for a certain blonde, spotting him the lounge, fingers ghosting over braille, unaware of his approach.

Elliott took a chance to sneak up on Ominis, his tall frame hunched as he tried his best to be covert. He got close, but to no avail.

“I can hear you, y’know?” Ominis’ voice sounded from up ahead, causing the brunette to pause.

“One day – I’ll get you,” Elliott sighed, his efforts thwarted by keen ears. “I’m sorry I’m late, practice ran overtime, someone almost fell off their broom.”

Ominis welcomed his boyfriend with a smile, his graceful features tilting up toward Elliott’s voice. “Was it you?”

“Merlin, no! You would doubt my flying skills?”

“I only jest,” Ominis chuckled.

Elliott rolled his eyes, taking a seat beside his partner. It had been over a year since they got together, yet Ominis was still hesitant to show affection in public. Still, Elliott would not push the man on his boundaries. A few of their friends caught onto the lingering touches and small gestures between them, though none had the gull to question it. They had seen the Slytherin Prince’s wrath unleashed on Sebastian and Duncan Hobhouse many times in the hallways, it was best practice to mind their own business.

Ominis closed his book and placed it aside, opening his arms as an invitation for Elliott to be closer to him. Surprised, Elliott raised his brows. “There are other people here.”

“Suit yourself then-“

“Wait!” as Ominis threatened to recede his invitation, Elliott practically crashed into him, damp head resting on his shoulder. “You’re awfully affectionate today,” he teased.

Ominis clicked his tongue. “And what if I am? Were you not the one pouting last year when I wouldn’t cuddle with you on Hallow’s Eve?”

His words were true and cutting, but his tone was playful, teasing. Elliott shrugged, reaching his hand back to tousle Ominis’ hair, getting it slapped away. They both shared a giggle until the great grandfather clock chimed. Another trip to Hogsmeade awaits.

“Should we get going?” Ominis suggested.

Elliott nodded and groaned as he lazily pried himself upright. He reached down and covered the sharp corner of the coffee table as Ominis stood, preventing him from bumping his knee. Simple gestures were natural to him by then. Between clumsy Sebastian and literally sightless Ominis, the trio wracked up a high count of scrapes and bruises. The blonde produced his wand, a familiar red glow blinking as he lead the way. Elliott followed after charming his broom away to the dorms.

They had barely exited the Slytherin Common Room staircase when Ominis stuck his hand out to seek Elliott’s, who obliged immediately. He smiled at how affection Ominis had been lately, not that they weren’t sweet in private. But this was different. Coincidently, the whole trip to Hogsmeade was full of small displays of affection. Hand holding, cheek kisses – Elliott noticed it all. It wasn’t until they were back through the castle gates that he brought it up.

“You’re very affectionate tonight, Ominis -what’s going on? Are you ill?” he joked, feigning concern.

Ominis shoved him playfully. “Oh, shush.”

 Although he protested, Ominis remained glued to Elliott’s side, clinging to his arm and practically purred. He seemed to be lost in thought not a moment later, his wand lifted in the air as if searching for something.

“There!” Ominis suddenly yanked Elliott’s arm sideways, sending them both flying toward a wall of overgrown branches and roots.

“What?”

“Just follow me.”

Ominis squeezed through a gap in the vines, one hand parting stiff wooden foliage. Elliott squinted his eyes, trying to see where his beloved had disappeared to. He couldn’t let his boyfriend go alone, surely. “Merlin’s beard,” he mumbled before following through, surprised to find a space behind the vines.

“I found this alcove last week – been meaning to show it to you.”

Ominis was barely visible as they were closed off from both sides, hidden from passersby. Elliott was impressed. “And what is it that you intended this space for exactly?”

The blonde boy reached out his hand and guided Elliott toward the wall, pushing him against it. His back was pressed against rough, stone surface as Ominis pressed himself against him. Elliott caught on with a smirk, his hands resting on the small of his back.

“Couldn’t wait until we were inside the Undercroft, hmm?” Elliott teased.

���We can’t use it tonight. Sebastian’s there. I don’t think he would want to see his two best friends snogging, do you?”

Ominis’ breath brushed Elliott’s lips, his arms looped around the brunette’s neck. That was enough to make Elliott’s blood rush south. It was always easy for Ominis to get him going. Without warning, Ominis crashed his lips into Elliott’s, hungrily kissing him feverishly, his hand slithering into messy brown hair. Elliott returned the kiss with just as much intensity, his tongue gliding over Ominis’ bottom lip, seeking entry. He understood what his boyfriend needed. His hands trailed from Ominis’ back toward the hem of his shirt, tugging it free. Omins let out a small moan as Elliott roamed his hands on soft, hidden skin, raising goosebumps as he went. He pulled back and smirked at Ominis, catching his breath.

“Is this why you’ve been so touchy today? ‘Cause you’re horny?” Elliott wished Ominis could see his shit-eating grin  - and to his surprise, Ominis rather heard it.

“You’re one to talk,” he retorted, nodding his chin downward to the growing bulge pressed between them. To his detriment, with them being so close, he couldn’t hide his own growing arousal. “Oh, just kiss me, you cheeky git.”

Elliott’s chuckle was muffled by another searing kiss. His grip rested firmly on Ominis’ waist as his lips trailed to the side of his sensitive neck, earning a low throaty moan from the blonde. He couldn’t help but twitch at the sound. If it wasn’t for the occasional distant footsteps crunching nearby, Elliott was sure he would’ve ripped Ominis’ clothes off right there. Getting caught in such a scandalous position would not do well for either of them. Steady hands made quick work of Ominis’ trouser latches, pausing as he waited for permission.

“Tell me to stop now and we’ll go inside, continue this later,” he asked softly.

Ominis’ breathing quickened, deeper breaths drawn. He shook his head before muttering, “Keep going.”

It was all Elliott needed to dive his hand into Ominis’ undergarments, palming his sensitive rod as he studied his reaction closely. His free hand quickly reached to cover Ominis’ mouth, muffling a moan that would’ve alerted everyone to their dark deeds. He drank in the sight of Ominis becoming putty in his grasp, slowly releasing his covering hand as the blonde quieted his moans.

“You’re beautiful,” Elliott praised, his lips pressing sloppy kisses along Ominis’ neck. Teeth grazed skin as he littered love marks, earning delectable, sinful sounds from his boyfriend’s reddened lips. “You’re close, aren’t you?” he hummed. Ominis’ hand gripped Elliott’s hair tighter as he hung his head back, lips parted and panting. Elliott couldn’t help but smirk. “Let go then. I’ve got you.”

Ominis’ face contorted into an angelic masterpiece as his climax rushed through him. Elliott was truly on the edge, committing to memory each crease on Ominis’ face and the sighs that left his opened lips like a sinful song. “Good boy, Ominis,” Elliott whispered, praising him with soft kisses to his chin. His hand slowed, coaxing Ominis down from his high. The blonde had clenched his eyes shut during his pleasure’s peak. He finally opened them again as his face relaxed, spent.

“You’re the devil,” he smiled, pressing his forehead to Elliott’s.

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today my american/european friends learned what being out in the whoop whoop means

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Ominis Titanic au

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─── ⋆⋅" 𝔳𝔞𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔢𝔱 𝔰𝔠𝔦𝔯𝔢 "

ᵃ ᶜᵒˡˡᵉᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿⁿᵒⁿˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉⁿⁿᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿˢ. ⋅⋆ ──

𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗈𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 ‘𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝗇’ 𝖡𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒; 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖯𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗏𝗎𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝖮𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍, 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾-𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗇𝖾’𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 ‘𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾’ 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. • 𝖣𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖬𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖲𝗅𝗒𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖦𝗋𝗒𝖿𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖱𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗐𝗌. 𝖭𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖧𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗉𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗒𝖾𝗍. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾-𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗌. • 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖩𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 14 𝖺𝗇𝖽 12 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌-𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖥𝖾𝗇𝗋𝗒𝗌’ 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖣𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗌𝗍. • 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝖠𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖤𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗍𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖣𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖠𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗅𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌. • 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗄𝗂 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖠𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗄𝖾-𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝖨𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗒.

​🇫​​🇪​​🇳​​🇷​​🇾​​🇸​ ​🇦​​🇷​​🇹​​🇭​​🇺​​🇷​ ​🇵​​🇪​​🇳​​🇳​​🇩​​🇷​​🇦​​🇬​​🇴​​🇳​

• 𝖲𝖫𝖸𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖭 𝖺𝗅𝗎𝗆 • 𝖰𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖡𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝖣𝖺𝖽(𝗍𝗆). 𝖧𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 – 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖴𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍��𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. • 𝖥𝖾𝗇𝗋𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗅𝗒𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝖰𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖢𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝖺 1854, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗇 2 𝖼𝗎𝗉𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒. 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌. • 𝖥𝖾𝗇𝗋𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝖧𝗈𝗀𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗅𝗒𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖱𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗄𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖶𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 ‘𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗒. • 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖮𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖬𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖧𝗈𝗀𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖣𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗌. • 𝖤𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 1 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗋. • 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖠𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 5 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌-𝗈𝗅𝖽. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒, 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖥𝖾𝗇𝗋𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. • 𝖧𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖣𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒 journal 𝗍𝗈 𝖠𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖤𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗍𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗌.

​🇻​​🇦​​🇱​​🇱​​🇦​​🇪​​🇱​​🇦​ ​🇪​​🇱​​🇮​​🇿​​🇦​​🇧​​🇪​​🇹​​🇭​ ​🇵​​🇪​​🇳​​🇳​​🇩​​🇷​​🇦​​🇬​​🇴​​🇳​ (𝘯𝘦𝘦. 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘱-𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘵)

• 𝖲𝖫𝖸𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖭 𝖺𝗅𝗎𝗆 • 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖶𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗉-𝖲𝖼𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾-𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾-𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖡𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐. 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇, 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾. • 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝖧𝗈𝗀𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌. 𝖠𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌. • 𝖲𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅 – 188𝖼𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍. • 𝖤𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖯𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋, 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗎𝗆. • 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗎𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾. • 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖤𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗍𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁. 𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗒𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆. • 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖾𝖼𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖬𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝖺 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖫𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇. • 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾’𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌.

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• 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖤𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋. • 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇, 𝖥𝖾𝗇𝗋𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂�� 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋. • 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽; “𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 – 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗆, 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾.” • 𝖠𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖥𝖾𝗇𝗋𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. • 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 10 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌-𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗁, 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝗒. • 𝖠𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖬𝖺𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗄𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖩𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗇. • 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗄𝗒 𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. • 𝖠𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗐𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗈, 𝖥𝖾𝗇𝗋𝗒𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗎𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽. • 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖯𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗈 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇.

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• 𝖲𝖫𝖸𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖭 • 𝖤𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖩𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒. 𝖤𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂���𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽. • 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗍 8 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌-𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁. • 𝖠𝗇 𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖰𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁. • 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗆, 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖲𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗒. • 𝖡𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖠𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. • 𝖨𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉. • 𝖣𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅, 𝖤𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗍𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍. • 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗒𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. • 𝖤𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗍𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖠𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾.

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[ongaunt]

POV: You're using a Sebastian to Ominis replacer mod

(yes I forgot to take out Granger's tattoos. Ignore it.)

[ongaunt]

adjacentgaunt

obtusegaunt

ingaunt

between you (undergaunts) and me (ongaunt) all we need now is aroundgaunt

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we need to start a group! 😂

could also go for an overgaunt as well 😆