#ᴄʜᴀʀ; ᴛᴏ��

[pyrosophia]

tag dump ii

[sagesskies]

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀʏ ɢᴏᴅ

✒ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪɴ, ᴡᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ɢᴏᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

✉ - ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜꜱ: ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ɢᴏᴅ x ꜰᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ɢᴏᴅ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

☏ - ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇᴍᴀɪʟ: ᴍʀ. ꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʟᴋꜱ, ᴡʜᴏᴏᴘꜱ.

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ: ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ(?) ɢᴏʀᴇ, ʀᴀɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇꜱ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇʜᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀʀꜱᴏɴ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ (ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ), ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏꜰꜰꜱᴘʀɪɴɢ, ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ᴀɢᴇ-ɢᴀᴘ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀ: ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʜᴀʀ, ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ!

ᴘʀᴏɴᴜɴᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇ⦂ ꜰᴀɪꜱɪᴀɴ - ꜰᴀɪ-ꜱʜᴀɴ ꜰᴀɪᴀ - ꜰᴀɪ-ʏᴀ ​🇫​​🇦​​🇮​​🇺​​🇸​- ​🇫​​🇦​​🇮​-​🇾​​🇺​​🇸​ ​🇩​​🇦​​🇰​​🇲​​🇪​​🇸​ - ​🇩​​🇦​​🇰​-​🇲​​🇪​​🇸​ ​🇶​​🇭​​🇪​​🇹​​🇴​​🇭​​🇷​ - ​🇰​​🇪​-​🇹​​🇴​​🇷​

Yandere Victory God, who isn’t everything you’d expect a victory god to be. He’s not energetic, cheerful, or even that much of a good sport. What he is is cocky, arrogant, pragmatic, and stubborn as hell. 

Yandere Victory God, who has challenged every single major god in the pantheon to duels, games of strategy, or even something as dumb as a popularity contest. He’d always get too into it, sometimes transforming a simple game into a years-long feud that’d only end when he managed to win. None of the gods have forgotten the Faisian Festival of 674, not when it nearly caused the entirety of the island of Faia to sink into the ground. 

Yandere Victory God, who doesn’t care for any of the other gods. Not when they couldn’t even beat him, not like you could. You, the God of Mercy, who the world has forgotten ever since your temple was desecrated during the War of Storms.

Yandere Victory God, who is the only god who still remembers you, even if it’s been half a century since he’s last seen you. He hates to admit it, but he misses you and your gentle gaze, your compassionate personality, and your endless patience. 

Yandere Victory God, who tires of the endless bloodshed that he caused with his own two hands. He wonders if you’d still love him if you learned of the things he’s done in these past violent years. All the mortal blood that he’s spilled would surely make you hate him, you’ve always loved these foolish little creatures after all, but maybe you could find it in your heart to forgive him. 

Yandere Victory God who never stops searching for you, despite his mother, the Goddess of War’s orders to stop this ‘fruitless endeavor’ and to focus on his duty in the battlefield. He cannot give up, he’s listened to your stories before. Of friends and fellow Gods who’ve faded away from existence because they were forgotten. He remembers your tears, and how he wanted to kiss them away from your skin. He doesn’t want you to be just another forgotten God.

Yandere Victory God, who catches wind of words whispered between old mortals, that the God of Mercy is in the Ivory Isles. Being held captive by a wretched creature that wants the wars to wipe out mortals forever. 

Faius was analyzing the map on his table, he had cleaned it of all the wooden pieces his mother used to mark their enemies. The scolding he’ll receive later will be worth it, as long as he can spot where the Ivory Isles were. Unfortunately for him, the Ivory Isles were considered a cursed location that many cartographers avoided placing on their maps to avoid bad fortune. 

As he was tracing his finger through the Gaulree Archipelago, the sound of heavy boots stomping through the dirt, followed by what Faius recognizes as feet being dragged across the coarse ground, snapped him out of his focus and he raises his head just in time for one of his lieutenants to enter the tent with a scrawny old man in tow. 

The lieutenant saluted, “Hail, Lord Faius.” He placed his hand on the old man and forced him to kneel, then grabbed him by the hair and pushed his head downwards to the ground like he was bowing. 

Faius waves his hand, “At ease,” His amber eyes drifted to focus on the old man, who had his eyes down to the ground, “I take it this is the priest of [Name] I sent you to search for?” 

The old man must have been only a young lad during the fall of your temple, and your subsequent disappearance. All the other priests and priestesses were either dead, or had gone senile with old age. This man was his only hope for finding you. If he had no valuable information, Faius would probably gut him then have his corpse tied to a pike as a warning to his men to not be so useless. Well, that's what he would've done if he wasn’t your old priest. 

The lieutenant nodded, “Yes, Lord Faius,” He glanced at the old man from the corner of his eye, “We found him at a temple of Dakmes.” 

Faius sneered. Dakmes was one of your few offspring, they were the deity of Tranquility, which was the closest thing to mercy the mortals had these days. He was so close to declaring war on them when he heard that they never bothered to look for you, you were their father for gods’ sake! 

“You are dismissed,” Faius waved off the lieutenant, who saluted, before swiftly leaving the tent. He walked over to the old man, who was still kneeling on the floor. With his sharp gaze, he was able to see that the old man was shaking slightly. 

Faius kneeled down, even in this position he was taller than the mortal, and then forced him to look him in the eyes. Dark brown met amber, and the old man flinched, “L-lord Faius,” The man’s voice was raspy, like he hadn’t drank water in ages, “What do you want from me?” 

Faius hummed, and then stood back up so he could tower over the old man and really enforce who was in power here, his hands stayed clasped behind his back, “You were a priest of [Name] in your youth, weren’t you?” 

The old man nodded, “I… I was,” The look in his eyes told Faius that the man had an inkling of why he was there. 

“Answer me this,” Faius pulled out the dagger he had used to pin down the map, and played with the blade. He smirked when the old man gulped, “Were you there the day he disappeared?” 

At those words, it was like a switch flipped inside the old man as a realization dawned on him. His eyes widened, and his breathing quickened, he started shaking his head frantically, “No… no! I promised them. I- I swore I’d never tell a soul!” He screamed. Faius’ eyes widened, who was ‘them’? Was it a deity? 

“Who are you speaking of?” Faius bent down in front of the old man, who immediately backed away from him but didn’t get very far considering he was basically crawling backwards, “Tell me, now.” He snarled out, gold energy crackling in the room, and his fierce aura scaring the man still. 

“I- I cannot!” The old man cried, tears were now flowing down his face at a rapid pace, “They would kill me if I spoke even a word of it!” 

Faius pressed the dagger against the old man’s throat, who winced when a bit of blood leaked from the freshly formed cut, “If you don’t tell me right now, I’ll be the one to take your worthless little life,” This was it, he was close. He could feel it. If he knew the deity who dared take you away from him, then he’d rescue you, and things would go back to normal again. You and him, together. Just like how it was meant to be. 

“It was Qhetohr!” The old man shrieked, “Qhetohr took Lord [Name]-” But before he could finish his words, the old man froze mid-sentence, and then black smoke started to pour from his mouth and then curled around his neck, and around his head. Faius immediately backed away, but that didn’t stop a bit of the smoke from wrapping itself around his wrist. 

The smoke solidified around, and then tightened. Faius winced at the sharp pain, it set his nerves on fire and nearly made him fall to his knees, but he was able to balance himself. Unfortunately for your ex-priest, he did not have the fortune of being a god, and the following sight was visceral. 

The black smoke that wrapped itself around the old man tightened to the point that Faius could hear the bones in his neck creaking, and the skull starting to crack from the applied pressure. The sounds only continued, growing louder and more frequent, till with one final wet pop, the smoke slowly receded from the old man. Leaving only a bloody and mutilated mess of what used to be the old man’s head. 

Most mortals, even some of the gods, would gag at the sight but Faius only frowned. He could care less about the mess, instead he focused on the old man’s dying words.

Qhetohr was one of the oldest deities in the pantheon, and one of the most dangerous ones too. The deity of destruction and the void. They were the most reclusive of the old gods, yet at the same time the most feared, for good reason too. The gory image in front of him was no doubt their work. Faius glared at the black smoke that still clung tightly to his wrist, it felt like it was biting into him and injecting venom into his system like a snake. 

He could worry about it later, a little pain was something he could handle if it meant he’ll find you. 

Faius called some of his men to clean up the body, and then went back to his map. He wiped away the old man’s blood from his blade. He admired the engraved dove on its hilt, your patron animal. Faius stabbed the dagger back into the parchment, and resumed his search for the Ivory Isles. 

He had a deity to blame, to fight, to kill and now all he needed to do was find you. 

“I’ll be with you again soon, [Name],” Faius murmurs under his breath, “Just be patient…” 

Yandere Victory God, whose men have noticed that he’s been getting more brutal with his attacks. He always loved a good battle, fighting was something that just came naturally to him as a son of War and Glory, and it was one of the few things that was able to take his mind off of you. But there was something different now. It was like he had gotten hungrier for blood, and violence.

Yandere Victory God who’s started raiding different villages and towns, all in search for a map or a cartographer willing to overlook the curse and tell him where the Ivory Isles were. Were his methods crueler than necessary? Sure, you could say that, but it was for a good cause. If he brought back the god of mercy, then things would become peaceful once more, and he’d be able to have his beloved back in his arms. 

Yandere Victory God who has become darker than before. He was never the kindest, nor was he the most compassionate, but he wasn’t like… this. He was harder on his men, pushed them to be more ruthless, and many of them lost whatever humanity they still had left in them that the seemingly ceaseless wars hadn’t taken. 

Yandere Victory God who dedicates every head he severs, every village he burns to the ground, and every death that happens at his hands, to you. This was all in his efforts to look for you after all, he wasn’t some bloodthirsty brute who took pleasure in this. No, no. He was your knight in shining armor, like the ones in all of those stories mortals loved to write. 

Yandere Victory God who can tell that the black smoke was doing something to him. Making him more sadistic and cruel, but was it really so bad? He could never do this before, not when he was worried about what you’d think of him for killing all these mortals. He still cared about what you thought about him, yes, but he’s sure you’ll be able to understand why he did this. You were always so understanding, that’s just one of the many things he loved about you. 

Yandere Victory God who finally found a cartographer willing to sell her soul for a hefty bag of gold coins, and gives him a map that can take him to the Ivory Isles. 

Yandere Victory God who wastes no time in taking his mother’s ship and boarding it with some of his men, the crew accommodates him without question and they set sail for the Ivory Isles. His face is like stone, cold and unmoving, but inside he’s like an excited child about to get his favorite treat after waiting patiently to be rewarded. 

Yandere Victory God who finally smiles for the first time in a long time when he sees the large pale structures in the distance, the bones that make up the outer layer of the Ivory Isles. You’re just within reach, and soon things will be perfect once more. He’ll rip Qhetohr apart, limb from limb, and offer their remains up to you, his perfect god. 

Faius steps onto the cursed land's soil, and immediately shivers. There is an evil energy on this land, no wonder cartographer’s refuse to place it on their maps. He hopes that it hasn’t tainted you, but even if it has he’ll be able to fix it. 

He feels the black smoke curl tighter around his wrist, and hum with a renewed energy. He winces as he feels it dig deeper into his skin. It was like an ant biting into his flesh with the force of a shark. 

But he steadies himself, he must remain strong if he wants to rescue you after all. 

Faius stares off into the distance, where he sees a large, crumbling tower that looks nearly identical to the bones surrounding the island. That must be the prison holding you. 

His hand grips tighter on the sword around his waist, “Soon, [Name]... Soon you’ll be back in my arms again,” Faius whispers to himself, “Right where you belong.”

☏ - ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇᴍᴀɪʟ: ᴍʀ. ꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ.

[booboo-xiv]

ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴠɪᴇʀᴀᴘʀɪʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴍᴛʜ ɴᴇᴡ : ʀᴘ ʟᴏʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ɴᴇᴡ ᴏᴄ ᴄʜᴀʀ - ᴅᴀᴄʜᴇ

"ᴅᴀᴄʜᴇ ꜱɪɢɴɪꜰɪᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴀʀʀᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʏᴍʙᴏʟɪꜱᴇꜱ ᴀɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀɪʟꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴛʀɪʙᴇ ᴏꜰ ɢᴀᴛʜᴇʀᴇʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀᴄʜᴇʀꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴜᴛꜱᴋɪʀᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʟᴍᴀꜱᴄᴀ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴍɪɢʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ɢʀɪᴅᴀɴɪᴀ ɪɴ ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏʀᴋ."

(ᴀᴍ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏʀᴇ ʀᴘ ᴄᴀʀʀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱᴛᴏʀʏ, ꜱᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʏ ᴛᴜɴᴇᴅ!)

[slutty-spider-polka-pop]

ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʜᴀʀʙᴏʀꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ɢᴜɪʟᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴀᴍᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴅɪᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ.

-> "ᴄ'ᴍᴏɴ, ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀʀ."

ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴜꜱᴋ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ꜱʜɪꜰᴛ, ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ "ᴏʜ ᴅᴇᴇʀ!" ᴍᴜɢ, ɴᴏɴᴄʜᴀʟᴀɴᴛʟʏ ꜱᴛɪʀʀɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟᴇꜱᴛ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜɢᴀʀ. ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴛᴇꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ, ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ. ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴇᴀʀꜱ ꜱᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄɪɴɢ ʜᴜꜱᴋ'ꜱ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ. ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ, ʜɪꜱ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴇᴇɴ. ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴘʏ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ.

-> "ʜᴇʟʟᴏ, ʜᴜꜱᴋᴇʀ, ᴅᴇᴀʀ. ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ᴄʜᴀ��, ꜱʜᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ? ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴇɴ? ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰᴜɴ?"

ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏɴᴄʜᴀʟᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴅɪꜱᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ. ᴀ ᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇᴅ ʜᴜꜱᴋ ᴅɪᴅ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴡ ᴏᴠᴇʀ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴡ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ. ʜᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʜᴜꜱᴋ, ꜱᴜʀᴇ, ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ... ʙᴜᴛ ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ꜱᴏ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ.

— @smiling-cervidae (Feel free to ignore!!)

Husk looked a bit confused as he approached, carefully walked to stand next by Alastor after realizing the shadow was on the move, this was a bad sign, he was most likely onto the whole thing.

He looked nervous now and looked up at Alastor. "This is about who sold you out isn't it? I'm sorry, i was meanin' to tell you sooner, it was me." It was probably better to owe up to it now rather than when it was truly too late. His tone and how his expression had guilt written all over it. "I hurt you, i know i did and it wasn't right of me to betray your trust like that, i deeply regret it, it wasn't fun to see you in pain... I want to make it up to you somehow." He looked down, trying to tread carefully and apologizing from the bottom of his heart. He was praying Angel wouldn't get hurt because of this.

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RANDOM EDITS : VAMP/IRONICA AESTHETIC

                  ❝ even death wasn’t an option for you.❞

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tag dump pt. i

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ᴠᴇɢᴀɴ ᴄʜɪᴄᴋᴇɴ ᴄᴜʀʀʏ 🌱 🥘

ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ, ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴀʟ ʀᴇᴄɪᴘᴇꜱ ɴᴏᴡ! ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴠᴇɢᴀɴ ᴄʜɪᴄᴋᴇɴ ᴄᴜʀʀʏ! ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴛᴇᴍꜱ ɪ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ᴡᴀʏ ɪ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ!

ᴛᴡ : ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛᴀɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ.

ꜱᴏ, ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀᴅᴏ, ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ɢᴏ!

ɪɴɢʀᴇᴅɪᴇɴᴛꜱ :

ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ᴍɪɴᴅꜰᴜʟ ᴄʜɪ��’ɴ*

ʀᴇᴅ ʙᴇʟʟ ᴘᴇᴘᴘᴇʀ*

ʀᴇᴅ ᴏɴɪᴏɴ

ᴄᴇʟᴇʀʏ

ᴄɪʟᴀɴᴛʀᴏ

ᴠɪɴᴅᴀʟᴏᴏ ᴄᴜʀʀʏ ꜱᴀᴜᴄᴇ*

ᴍᴀᴅʀᴀꜱ ᴄᴜʀʀʏ ꜱᴀᴜᴄᴇ*

ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀɪ ᴄᴏᴄᴏɴᴜᴛ ᴄᴜʀʀʏ ꜱᴀᴜᴄᴇ*

ᴄᴜᴍɪɴ

ɢᴀʀʟɪᴄ ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ

ᴛᴜʀᴍᴇʀɪᴄ

ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴄɪɴɴᴀᴍᴏɴ

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴄᴏᴄᴏɴᴜᴛ ᴍɪʟᴋ (ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ)

* ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ/ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄ ʙʀᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴜꜱᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴜʙꜱᴛɪᴛᴜᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ!

ɪɴꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ :

ꜱʟɪᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇʟʟ ᴘᴇᴘᴘᴇʀ ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜᴡɪꜱᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ꜱᴛʀɪᴘꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʟɪᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴇʟᴇʀʏ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴡɪꜱᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇꜱ

ɪɴ ᴀ ɴᴏɴꜱᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴘᴀɴ, ʟᴀʏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟʟ ᴘᴇᴘᴘᴇʀ ꜱʟɪᴄᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴜᴛᴇʀ ꜰʟᴇꜱʜ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴄʜᴀʀ

ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴘᴘᴇʀ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɴ, ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪᴄᴋ'ɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴍɪᴄʀᴏᴡᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ ʙᴏᴡʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴘʀɪᴀᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜꜱɪɴɢ

ᴍɪᴄʀᴏᴡᴀᴠᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀᴜᴛᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴅᴇꜰʀᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ, ʜᴏᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴᴀʙʟʏ ᴄᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ

ᴅʀᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴡʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪᴋ'ɴ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴇᴛ

ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴏᴡʟ, ᴍɪx ɪɴ ᴄᴜᴍɪɴ, ᴛᴜʀᴍᴇʀɪᴄ, ɢᴀʀʟɪᴄ ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴘɪɴᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴄɪɴɴᴀᴍᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ

ᴍɪx ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪᴋ'ɴ ɪɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘɪᴄᴇꜱ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴏʀᴏᴜɢʜʟʏ ᴄᴏᴀᴛᴇᴅ

ᴀᴅᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪᴋ'ɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴɪᴏɴ ꜱʟɪᴄᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇʟᴇʀʏ

ᴘᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴɢʀᴇᴅɪᴇɴᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴜʀʀʏ ꜱᴀᴜᴄᴇꜱ*

ᴀᴅᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴄᴏᴄᴏɴᴜᴛ ᴍɪʟᴋ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ᴏʀ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀɪᴢᴢʟᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ

ᴄᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍʙɪɴᴇᴅ, ʜᴏᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴɪᴏɴ ʜᴀꜱ ꜱᴏꜰᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʙɪᴛᴇ

ᴀᴅᴅ ꜱᴀʟᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇᴘᴘᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ

ᴛʀᴀɴꜱꜰᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʙᴏᴡʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴀʀɴɪꜱʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴏʀɴ ᴄɪʟᴀɴᴛʀᴏ

* ɪ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏ ᴀ 1:1:1 ʀᴀᴛɪᴏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀʏ ꜱᴀᴜᴄᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ ᴍᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴜꜱᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴘᴏʀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀꜱ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡꜱ :

87ɢ ᴄʜɪᴋ'ɴ 50ɢ ʙᴇʟʟ ᴘᴇᴘᴘᴇʀ 50ɢ ʀᴇᴅ ᴏɴɪᴏɴ 50ɢ ᴄᴇʟᴇʀʏ 1ᴛʙꜱᴘ ᴠɪɴᴅᴀʟᴏᴏ ᴄᴜʀʀʏ ꜱᴀᴜᴄᴇ 1ᴛʙꜱᴘ ᴍᴀᴅʀᴀꜱ ᴄᴜʀʀʏ ꜱᴀᴜᴄᴇ 1ᴛʙꜱᴘ ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀɪ ᴄᴏᴄᴏɴᴜᴛ ᴄᴜʀʀʏ ꜱᴀᴜᴄᴇ

ɪ ᴇʏᴇʙᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘɪᴄᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀᴅᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ɪ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴜꜱᴇ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴏʀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴜʀʀʏ ᴡɪɴᴅꜱ ᴜᴘ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʀᴏᴜɢʜʟʏ 231 ᴄᴀʟᴏʀɪᴇꜱ !  ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴄʀᴏɴᴜᴛʀɪᴇɴᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴅᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴇᴀʟ ɪꜱ ʀᴏᴜɢʜʟʏ 29% ꜰᴀᴛ, 34% ᴄᴀʀʙ, ᴀɴᴅ 37% ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇɪɴ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴇꜱᴛɪᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴀʏ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ɪɴɢʀᴇᴅɪᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜꜱᴇ

ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴅ ʀɪᴄᴇ, ᴛʀʏ ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴍɪʀᴀᴄʟᴇ ʀɪᴄᴇ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ 70 ᴄᴀʟᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ 100 ɢʀᴀᴍꜱ. ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴄᴇ, ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴄʀᴏᴡᴀᴠᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴏʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɪɴꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴡʟ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴘᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀʏ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀ ꜰɪʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ꜱᴏ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴍᴇᴀʟ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴ. ɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ꜰᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ!~

ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴇᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴜᴛʀɪᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ, ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴇᴠᴇʀᴇʟʏ ʀᴇꜱᴛʀɪᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴜᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀʟᴏʀɪᴄ ɪɴᴛᴀᴋᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴜᴛʀɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ.

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-ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ ɢᴜɪᴅᴇʟɪɴᴇs-

➪ ʟɪɴᴋ ᴛᴏ - ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

➪ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇs [+ ᴏɴᴇ sʜᴏᴛs & ғᴜʟʟ ғɪᴄs ᴏɴ ᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ]

➪ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴏᴜʀ ᴀsᴋ ʙᴏx, sᴜʙᴍɪssɪᴏɴs, ᴘᴍs ᴀʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴏᴘᴇɴ!

➪ ᴡᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ғᴏʀ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ + ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ

➪ ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛᴇᴇɴ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ, sᴇᴠᴇʀᴇ ᴅʀᴜɢ/ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ ᴜsᴇ, ɪʟʟᴇɢᴀʟ sᴛᴜғғ, ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴜᴘᴇʀ ɢᴏʀʏ ᴏʀ ɪɴᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴘʀᴏᴀᴛᴇ

-ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs-

➪ 1𝐀 𝐛𝗼𝐲𝐬 [𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭: 𝐬𝐡𝗼𝐣𝐢, 𝗺𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐚, 𝐚𝗼𝐲𝐚𝗺𝐚, 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝗼]

➪ 1𝐀 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 [𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭: 𝐡𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐞]

➪ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 + 𝗼𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 [𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝗼𝐮]

➪ 𝐩𝐫𝗼 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝗼𝐞𝐬 [𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐬, 𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝗺𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐤𝗼, 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐠𝐮𝗺]

➪ 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 [𝗼𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐥, 𝐋𝐎𝐕]

-ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ!! ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs-

➪ 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐧𝗼 [𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭: 𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐢]

➪ 𝐟𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐫𝗼̄𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢 [𝗼𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝗼𝐤𝐮𝐭𝗼 + 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢]

➪ 𝐧𝐞𝐤𝗼𝗺𝐚 [𝗼𝐧𝐤𝐲 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝗼𝗼 + 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝗺𝐚]

-ғʀᴜɪᴛs ʙᴀsᴋᴇᴛ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs-

➪ 𝐤𝐲𝗼 ➪ 𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐢 ➪ 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐮

➪ 𝐭𝗼𝐡𝐫𝐮 ➪ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐣𝐢𝗺𝐚 ➪ 𝐮𝗼𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

-ᴀᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ: ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴀɪʀʙᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀʀs.-

➪ 𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐠 ➪ 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚 ➪ 𝐬𝗼𝐤𝐤𝐚 ➪ 𝐭𝗼𝐩𝐡 ➪ 𝐳𝐮𝐤𝗼 ➪ 𝐢𝐫𝗼𝐡 ➪ 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢

-ғɪʀᴇ ғᴏʀᴄᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs-

➪ 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐫𝐚 ➪ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 ➪ 𝗺𝐚𝐤𝐢 ➪ 𝗼𝐮𝐛𝐢 ➪ 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚 ➪ 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐢𝗺𝐚𝐫𝐮 ➪ 𝗼𝐠𝐮𝐧 ➪ 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧 ➪ 𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬 ➪ 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐜𝐚𝐧

-ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇs [ᴀᴜs]

➪ 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 ➪ 𝐬𝗼𝐮𝐥𝗺𝐚𝐭𝐞 ➪ 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 ➪ 𝗺𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚/𝗺𝗼𝐛

➪ 𝐫𝗼𝐲𝐚𝐥 ➪ 𝐜𝗼𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝗼𝐩 ➪ 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝗼𝗼 𝐬𝐡𝗼𝐩 ➪ 𝐛𝗼𝐝𝐲𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝

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Hᴀᴘᴘʏ 3ʀᴅ Bᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇᴀʀᴇsᴛ Sᴀʟᴇɴᴀ...Dᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴛᴀʏ ᴜᴘ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀsᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴍ ғᴏʀ "ᴘᴀɴᴄɪɴᴛs" ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘʟᴇɴᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴘᴀɴᴄɪɴᴛs ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ😂 ᴋᴀʏᴀ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʟᴏɢ ᴋᴀ ɴɢ ᴍᴀᴀɢᴀ...Nᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ 3 ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴍɪss ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀʏ"ABUDYO" ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ "Eʟᴇᴘʜᴀɴᴛ" ( ʜɪɴᴅɪ ʀɪɴ ɴᴀᴍɪɴ ᴛᴀʟᴀɢᴀ ᴍᴀᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴ ᴋɴɢ ʙᴀᴋɪᴛ🤷🏻). Sᴏᴏɴ ʜɪɴᴅɪ ᴋᴀ ɴᴀ ʙᴜʟᴏʟ ʜᴇʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴀʟᴅᴀʟ ᴋᴀ ɴᴀʟᴀɴɢ... Sᴛᴀʏ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛᴇᴅ (sɪʟᴀ ʟᴀɴɢ ʏᴏɴ) ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ʙᴏʏ ᴇsᴛᴇ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴡɪᴄᴇ ᴀs ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ʜᴀʜᴀ sᴀʟᴀᴍᴀᴛ ᴡᴀʟᴀ ɴɢ ɴᴀᴛɪʀᴀɴɢ ᴋᴀʙʀᴜsᴋᴏʜᴀɴ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴀʟᴀs ᴍᴀᴀʀᴛᴇ ᴋᴀ ɴᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴀɢᴀɴɢ ᴋᴀᴜsᴀᴘ. Dᴀᴘᴀᴛ ʟᴀɢɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɴɪɴᴀɴɢ ʜᴀʜᴀ sᴀʙᴀʏ ɴᴀʟᴀɴɢ ᴛᴀʏᴏ ᴍᴀɢᴅɪᴇᴛ ᴘᴀɢ 18 ᴋᴀɴᴀ ᴄʜᴀʀ! Yᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇ ᴄʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘʟʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ. Hᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ, ᴅᴇᴀʀ ᴏɴᴇ! AWAWU💋

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𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃 ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡᴇʟʟ. ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴇᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇ sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ & ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ. ᴀʟʟ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍs ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛɪᴇs. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀᴘᴘʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏғ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ʙʟᴏɢ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴄʏ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇᴍᴇɴᴛs. ɴᴏ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋs, ᴀғᴛᴇʀ 𝟷ᴍᴏ ᴍɪᴀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ. ᴢᴇʀᴏ ᴛᴏʟᴇʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴀɴʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ. sᴛᴀғғ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴠᴇɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴғʟɪᴄᴛs. 𝟷𝟾+ ʀᴘ, sᴍᴜᴛ ɪs ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ, ᴛᴡs ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ. ғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ᴀᴘᴘ ᴀɴʏ ᴍᴜᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴏʀ ʙᴀsᴇʟɪɴᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ xᴍᴇɴ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ʀᴇᴠᴀᴍᴘ (ʜɪsᴛᴏʀɪᴄᴀʟ "ʀᴇᴅᴜx") ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ. ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀɪᴇs ᴄᴏʜᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀʀs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ. 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒

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me, earlier:  ill draw something cute me, now:  well that didn't go as planned

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