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𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟹𝚝𝚑, 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟻, 𝟷𝟷:𝟹𝟶 𝙿.𝙼.

"𝙾𝚗 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝚈𝚘𝚛𝚔. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑. 𝙽𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜. 𝙽𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎. 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝙸𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎? 𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛. 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗. 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢. 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢? 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 …𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎."

—𝚁𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚑'𝚜 𝙹𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕

*Rorschach Test

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** 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋.

ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ's ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ɴᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ꜰɪꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏsᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟᴇss ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ. ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ROBB, ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱɴᴏᴡꜰʟᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴍᴇʟᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴀɪʀ. ᴋɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ʙᴇ ʙᴏʀɴ. ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ BRAN, ᴄʟᴀᴍʙᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴡᴀʟʟ, ᴀɢɪʟᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴᴋᴇʏ. ᴏꜰ RICKON'S ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜʟᴇꜱꜱ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ. ᴏꜰ SANSA, ʙʀᴜꜱʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴀᴅʏ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴊᴏɴ sɴᴏᴡ. ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ARYA, ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴀꜱ ᴛᴀɴɢʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʙɪʀᴅ'ꜱ ɴᴇꜱᴛ.

X WINTER IS ALMOST UPON US,

in the year that the babe had arrived at winterfell in his father's arm, a small bundle & a STAIN on lord stark's marriage, ashara dayne had thrown herself from palestone sword. these two things would seem almost unrelated if it had not been for the persistant rumours that had echoed the halls of winterfell since the end of robert's rebellion. jon snow, bastard son of the honourable eddard stark & ashara dayne, sister of the 𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓 star of the morning.

X KILL THE BOY, JON SNOW

a lifetime spent dreaming of taking the black & finding himself at the edge of the world and all he had found was 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢 & 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑. they clawed and crawled at night with eyes so blue and they marched and marched and they did not stop. the only time jon did not think of death was when he lay in it's icy crutch. the mutiny had been meaningless, save for some swinging bodies, and still the king crow stood draped in black. HONOUR WAS EVERYTHING. honour was what swung swords and when it lapsed, ladies flew from towers and babes wept in their beds.

X & LET THE MAN BE BORN.

my jon is made up of a mixture of book canon & show canon, although predominantly it is headcanon. his personality is shifting and often confusing. he is riddled with trauma, grief and guilt and is unsure where to place it. a lot of his later personality is him just projecting what he believes those he looks up to (his father, jeor, benjen, robb etc) would do. he also certainly harbours a lot of anger, although in verses where has aged a lot, he had begun to let it go.

& HERE ARE SOME VERY IMPORTANT KEY POINTS I BEG EVERYONE TO READ:

when i say "show canon", i am specifially referring to things from seasons 1-5. 80% of anything post season 6 is not canon. tbh, other than key things (season 7/8 not existing at all & r+l=j being not canon), i fluctuate depending on what makes sense in the verse.

i do NOT ship jonerys (except for a very specific pre-established plot with @stovmborn).

I DO NOT SHIP JONSA.

[ fc :: harry gilby / kit harrington ]

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𝚃𝚑𝚊 𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎:

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚎...

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚎...

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚎...

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚎...

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍

𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎

𝙸’𝚖 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗

𝙷𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜

𝙰𝚖 𝙸 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚎, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐

𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

𝚁𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐

𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚎

𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍

(𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍)

𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝙸’𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍

(𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍)

𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚘

𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚘

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘

𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖е 𝚐𝚘

𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚘

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑е 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘

𝙳𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘

𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎, 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚖 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢

𝙸’𝚖 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏

𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚒𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎

𝙸’𝚖 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕

𝙲𝚢𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕, 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚖𝚎

𝚁𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐

𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚎

𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍

(𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍)

𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝙸’𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍

(𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍)

𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚘

𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚘

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘

𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚘

𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚘

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘

𝙳𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘

𝙳𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘

𝙳𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘

𝙳𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘

𝙳𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘

(𝙾𝚘𝚘𝚑𝚑𝚑)

𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚘

𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚘

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘

𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚘

𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚘

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘

𝙳𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘

𝙳𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘 𝚋𝚢 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙲𝚕𝚞𝚋 🪩

𝙸’𝚖 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎?

[littleladylav]

<𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜>

<𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚌𝚛𝚢, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍����'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎. 𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚙 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚋 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛>

"𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾? 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍."

Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

[dolorsarchived]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽      &      𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴:         malfoy   manor,   wiltshire.   after   the   first   broadcast. 𝙵𝙾𝚁:         fleur   weasley.      (      @indemnae​      )

once   catastrophe   has   been   laid   bare,      stripped   of   all   its   uncertainty,   he’ll   feel   quite   the   village   idiot   for   the   way   he   carries   on,   but   christ’s   sakes,   he’s   just   starting   to   relax,   to   enjoy   himself.   such   a   rarity,   is   that   sought   -   after   easing   of   impossibly   thick   tension,      &      now      ...         “         oh,   i   don’t   believe   this      ...         ”         he   groans   aloud,   to   nobody   in   particular,   but   he’ll   make   a   beeline   to   fleur’s   side   when   he   spots   that   it’s   open.      𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢   𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜   𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢,   especially   when   it’s   well   -   dressed      !         “         have   you   gotten   called   in      ?      something   about   an   emergency      ...      salazar   almighty,   it’s   probably   just   a   bunch   of   𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒.   got   one   in   the   other   day,   said   he’d   been   struck   by   an   unforgivable      ...      no,   just   a   filibuster’s   in   the   eye,   like   a   KNOB.            ”

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[melbmiranda]

𝕵𝖎𝖓𝖝

𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝

𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚜

𝚘𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢

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[misery-misery-misery]

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𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏

i’ve made emotional ones before but also, angst?? bon appetit!

“ i can’t do this alone… “

“ i can’t do this without you. “

“ nothing is worth losing you. “

“ i can’t lose you! not again! “

“ i don’t wanna lose you! “

“ i love you… “

“ i never should’ve dragged you into this. “

“ you’re not alone, [NAME]… you never were. “

“ if something happened to you… that would be because of me. and i can’t have that. “

“ …did you know about this? “ “ this is all my fault… “

“ i/we/you lost… “

“ you won’t win. “ “ this path you’re on… it’s gonna get you killed. you know that, though; don’t you? “

“ i can’t stop. “

“ you would tell me if something was wrong. wouldn’t you? “

“ it’s like you’re not really here; even when you are. “

“ don’t you get it?! if anything happens to you, i… i don’t know what i’d do! “

“ you have no idea how important you are to me, and i’m tired of waiting for you to figure it out, and i sure as hell won’t wait to announce it over your reckless ass’ grave! “

“ no! i’m not leaving without you! “

“ i can’t do this anymore… “

“ you don’t even know me. “

“ what have you done?! “

“ you’re shaking… “

“ i’ve… made some mistakes. “

“ you are nothing to me. “

“ you were never nothing to me… “

“ stop it. enough of this self-sacrificing bullshit! stop acting like you have nobody who loves you! you have me! so no! you don’t get to be a martyr. not today! we can figure out a different plan… “

“ i would’ve done anything for you… “

“ i’d risk everything and anything for you. “

“ i’m not a good person. “

“ please don’t look at me like that… “

“ i believed in you! “

“ we can’t lose… “

“ what?! what am i supposed to do?! please! tell me, what the hell am i supposed to do?! “

“ please, just go… i’m not the kind of person anyone needs to be around right now. “

“ what happened to you? huh? what happened to you to make you this way? “

“ they’re coming for you. right? that’s why you’re pushing me away like an idiot? because you don’t want me getting hurt? “

“ nothing’s going to be as good as it was before. “

“ you lied to me! “

“ i didn’t mean for any of this to happen! “

“ i can’t trust you anymore… “

“ i know it’s selfish. god knows, ever since we met, i’ve been the reason behind every threat and danger that’s come your way. but… i honestly can’t say that i’d change a second of it. “

“ it’s been an honour knowing you. “

“ there’s nobody else i can turn to. only you. “

“ i don’t trust anybody else. not the way i trust you. “

“ we have no choice… “

“ why?! why are you helping me?! “

“ it’s too late. there’s nothing more we can do… “

“ please don’t go… don’t leave me. “

“ you are everything to me. okay? EVERYTHING. i can’t lose you… “

“ you deserve better than this… better than me… “

“ i thought i could give you a better life. instead, i’m the reason it’s gotten worse… i’m so sorry. “

[batfall-moved]

                                     ARKHAM   ,   it   sits    upon    CURSED    GROUND.   though?   even   that   isn’t   the   TRUE   reason   of   horrors,   it’s   THE   BOARD,   THE   WORKERS,    and   THE   MONEY   that  has   been   funneled  into   the   place.   the   bat   knows   this,   has   POURED   through   CONTRIBUTIONS   that   were   made   in  the  WAYNE   namesake,   and  it   makes   stomach  churn    and    causes    tongue   to   become   ashen.    he   tells   himself   that   ED    deserves   to   be    PUT   BEHIND   WALLS,   that   the    walls   that   hold   him   now   are    more   done   out   of    KINDNESS   than   HATRED.    it’s   DIFFICULT   to   forgive   him  for   the   FLOODING   ,   the   innocents   who    were   HELPLESS   when   water   flooded   GOVERNMENT   FUNDED   APARTMENTS,   cheap   places   that   couldn’t   withstand   the   water   damage   nor   the   sheer   POWER   of    water   that   SLAMMED   into   buildings.   though  ,    the   issue   is   the   CHEAP   government   aid,   𝚝𝚑𝚎    𝚠𝚊𝚢    𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍    𝚐𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝    𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚜    𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙴𝙽𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷    ,    𝚋𝚞𝚝    𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛    𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝    𝚠𝚊𝚜    𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳𝙴𝙳.

                                       ‘ 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒’𝚖 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 , 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 . ’     @illfatedpartners​   speaks   from    behind   window   ,   and   THE   BAT    then    casts   hardened   gaze  upon  inmate,   ‘   what  you  are    is    FAR   from   crazy   . . .   i   think   you’re   stepped   in   such   BLINDNESS   that   you   can’t   see   the   damage  you’ve   done  ,   you   have   only   HURT   those  who   you   CLAIM   to  fight   for  ’    TONGUE   sharpened   as   he   then   continues,   ‘  did   you   know   you    wiped     a   whole   orphanage  out   ?  ’   DEEPLY   inhales   as   those   words   CUT   through   his   very   being.   ANGER   broils,   and    yet   SADNESS   also   follows.   ‘   you   didn’t   even   THINK   about   anyone   other   than   yourself  ,   that  will   be  your   downfall   even  if   you   DO   manage  to  get   out  of   here   . . .   𝚢𝚘𝚞    𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎    𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝    𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛    𝙾𝚆𝙽    𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢 ’    WORDS   stop   short   as   BUZZER  sounds.    announces  VISITOR   hours   are   over.    ‘   sad   more   than   anything  ’   the  bat   then   goes   to   rise   as   he  LEAVES   a  photo   on    his   side  of  the  table.     FIFTY   smiling   faces   ,  the   children   who   died   from   edwards   SELFISHNESS.  

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❥ 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎.

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𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚝.

𝙰𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚜.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍.

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎.

𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕.

𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

𝙸𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐? 𝙸𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚍. 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚘.

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚌𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚎��𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝, 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝, 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢.

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝.

𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛.

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🙶𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛. 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗. 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢. 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢? 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 … 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.🙷 "𝚁𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚑" 𝚒𝚗 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗 (𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟼) 𝚋𝚢 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚎