#✗ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ → ❝ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ʳᵉᵍⁱᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃᶜqᵘⁱᵉˢᶜᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱˢᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ❞ ah
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“Brendol Hux had it coming.”
A bottle of brandy in and Hux snorts a laugh at her comment, the air a rough exhale through the nose as he tilts his head back to down the last of his glass. Rolling his head to stare at her lazily, Hux offers a tight smile; she's the only one he's ever felt comfortable around, his best friend, his only friend. "And then some."
Rolling his shoulders in a slow shrug, the General shifts, slouching in his seat. "You helped make it all possible, and now look-" He waves a hand listlessly toward the panel boards of the bridge, blinking and the gentle ambience of buttons beeping echoing in the space around them. "We have it all- well, nearly all. When I'm Emperor-"
He trails off, reaching for the brandy to pour his third glass of the evening. Hux doesn't need to say anything more, he's ranted about it plenty. When he's Emperor, things will change. For the better. For him, for them. For the First Order.
#chromiumsiren#✗ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ → ❝ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ʳᵉᵍⁱᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃᶜqᵘⁱᵉˢᶜᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱˢᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ❞ ah#✗ ᵃ���ˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ → ⁽ ʰᵘˣ ⁾ ah.#YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW FAST HE PERKED HIS HEAD UP LMAOO#thank u so much for this i havebeen hankering for some hux actually
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@edgeineer 12. a kiss that leaves a mark . | accepting
the ambiance of the room isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but it is something that Hux enjoys, and judging by the nonchalance of the blond in his arms, he doesn’t think it really bothers Garr either. they’re hidden in some shadows in the corner of a garage -- perhaps not the most romantic, but there are some times where they simply can’t keep their hands to themselves, and it was Hux this time who had tugged him into the corner to snog him within an inch of his life.
Hux has his lips on the other’s jaw now, peppering kisses along the rigid line before making his way down, down -- down to Garr’s neck and just under his ear. he smiles against the soft flesh there, the blond’s locks tickling his face as he begins nipping and sucking a mark into his skin. he doesn’t hear any protests -- just a tightening of hands in his great coat. the general chuckles darkly against Garr’s fresh mark, mumbling praise against the bruising flesh there. ❝ Someone likes this -- ❞
he’s cut off short as Garr shifts to begin nibbling at his neck, and despite himself Hux releases a gasped groan. his little lover’s mouth is just above the high neck of his uniform collar, and Hux is half tempted to tell him to stop . . . he could get in trouble for defacing First Order property. but STARS, he doesn’t want him to stop. the general manages to release a short clipped ; ah, ah. in reprimand . . . but he wasn’t mad, not really. ❝ I could have you arrested. ❞ he huffs a laugh, running a hand through Garr’s hair slowly. ❝ For defacing First Order property. ❞
#edgeineer#✗ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ → ⁽ ᵃʳᵐⁱᵗᵃᵍᵉ ʰᵘˣ ⁾#✗ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ → ❝ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ʳᵉᵍⁱᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃᶜqᵘⁱᵉˢᶜᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱˢᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ❞#( EYES EMOJI )
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@edgeineer | “Quit going easy on me.” — edgeineer . | not accepting
it’s a simple request, but one that Hux does not take lightly. which is good, because Garr was the one who had been asking for it anyway. the redhead has the blond in a gentle headlock, body twisted over his loosely as Garr is bent at the waist -- he likes this position. it’s one where he can show his dominance in a situation such as this, but one that isn’t going to injure his sparring partner should they struggle too much. Hux tilts his head, quirking a brow and lowers himself to bring himself into Garr’s line of sight better. ❝ Alright. ❞
it was all the answer he really needed to give, but he kissed the top of Garr’s blond head for good measure. shifting his stance, Hux tilts his weight and drops his arms quickly under Garr’s arms, hoping to get a good enough grip in order to flip him completely over and onto his back on the mats below. if successful, the general drops to straddle the boy quickly, hands reaching for wrists so he may pin them above Garr’s head. ❝ You’re not ready to tap out quite yet. Are you. ❞ he knows the answer already, if his smirk is indication enough.
#edgeineer#✗ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ → ⁽ ᵃʳᵐⁱᵗᵃᵍᵉ ʰᵘˣ ⁾#✗ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ → ❝ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ʳᵉᵍⁱᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃᶜqᵘⁱᵉˢᶜᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱˢᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ❞#( garr: quit going easy on me )#( hux nala pinning him to the ground like he's simba: pinned ya! )
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@edgeineer -chanting- first kiss first kiss fiRST KISS FOR GARR AND HUX -- edgeineer .
there’s a betting pool, he knows, on who can get a kiss from General Hux first. usually he’d consider joining the betting pool himself under a false alias, just so he can cash in on some credits and buy himself and his crew a round or three. but he was already about a half bottle of wine into the night and the hustle and bustle of the cantina was almost too much for his sensitive ears to handle. not that he hadn’t been part of rambunctious nights out before.
yes, even General Hux of the First Order could be fun and have fun, believe it or not.
it was after he’d poured himself another glass that he noticed a familiar face waltzing in. saying his hellos and shaking a couple hands. Hux can’t help himself but smile lazily at Garr as they lock eyes, and the General waves his hand to indicate he wants the boy to join him in his booth. when the other slides in to the seat, Hux immediately passes him his glass-- if he wanted, he could simply swig from the bottle of wine itself.
“ They’ve been talking about me, you know. ” he muses with a small smirk, glancing over his shoulder to shoot playful glares at those who may have been staring. “Red hair is uncommon, so I suppose there is an... an event of sorts.” a wave of his hand in nonchalance, and Hux actually lets a small, drunken chuckle escape. “You put your name in the pool yet? You’d be a fool not to.” a small wink; a playful smirk. he leans across the table, though not before taking another swig of wine. “I have a proposition for you.”
Hux drops his tone, tilting his head to the side and offering a smile that lingers just a little longer than most. “ We split the credits. Fifty-fifty. ” and as though on cue, he hears a stage whisper behind him in the other booth-- another bet. for a hefty amount. his smile turns wolfish, a grin painting his features as he throws one more wink to Garr before leaning back and whistling sharply at the couple speaking. “ He’s in, ” Hux announces, loud enough to catch the attention of a few others surrounding the booths. he points to Garr quickly before reaching for his wine bottle. “ For whatever the average bet is. ”
he waits... for a moment. watches as the other takes the notes, though before the other can ask for Garr’s name, Hux all but leaps across the table to grab Garr by the collar of his shirt. the General yanks him forward, hovering over the boy’s mouth for only a moment before finally closing the distance to kiss him deeply. it’s meant to be playful-- to win a bet. but after a second or two, Hux swallows the laugh in his throat and leans into the kiss more forcefully, licking into the other’s mouth eagerly. with new fervor. when Hux finally pulls away, the man does finally chuckle-- but the sound is more one of awe than play. “ Looks like you’ve won, Garriel. ”
#edgeineer#✗ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ → ⁽ ᵃʳᵐⁱᵗᵃᵍᵉ ʰᵘˣ ⁾#✗ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ → ❝ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ʳᵉᵍⁱᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃᶜqᵘⁱᵉˢᶜᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱˢᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ❞#( EYES EMOJI )
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@cruoren | here’s an unexpected and impatient kiss from kylo to his general ,,
there was one simple joy in pulling a double shift-- he was generally pretty irritable by hour 16 so the officers left him be. he’d done everything necessary to keep himself awake. he’d gotten a caf from the canteen and gave nods of acknowledgement to few officers and fewer troopers. he’d taken his daily cocktail ( an hour late ) of vitamins and supplements; stims to keep him bright eyed and bushy tailed. he was totally ready to go-- yeah, his nodding off while standing was nothing to be alarmed about.
the view port was quiet, save for the ambiance of mechanics working throughout the consoles. gentle, rhythmic beeping and whirring and the echo of marching further down the corridors. it was easy for Hux, someone who had spent most of his adult life thus far ship-side, to let his guard down when there really was no reason to have it up aboard his own ship. the only thing that put him on edge was the fact he hadn’t heard anything from or about Ren in the past few hours.
perhaps he was sleeping-- one can only hope.
Hux stares listlessly out into the open space before him, counting stars and squinting against brighter nebulae as he star-gazed. he should have know better, of course, to let his guard down so readily. it was far too late to react or reach for the blaster holstered on his hip when he felt a hand grip his bicep; spin him quickly to about-face. the hand that had previously been on his arm, fists in the collar of his tunic instead. “ Wh- get--! ” he catches a glimpse of dark hair and puppy dog browns before he’s yanked into a kiss.
and Hux short circuits for a moment.
he’d been kissed once or twice before in the past, but when his brain finally catches up with him and it clicks just who it is kissing him, Hux lifts his hands quickly to slap and shove at the broad chest against him. he manages to shove off, the break of the kiss audible and just a little suggestive with how desperate it had come across. the General is panting, though nothing has really happened-- it’s the adrenaline... he’ll tell himself that. “ Let go of me at once! ”
again, he shoves at the other’s chest, ice blues glaring at the hulking man with a mixture of disgust, confusion, and awe. he’s seen Kylo without his mask a small number of times, but this was something entirely different. he could smell the beast-- your typical sweat and musk with something underlying that Hux couldn’t quite pin-point, but it made him sway a little closer despite himself. he could really see the lines of Ren’s face. the struggle in his eyes. the glisten of kiss slick lips-- kriff.
inhaling sharply, Hux has every intention of really letting loose. yelling, shouting, shoving. reprimanding for invading his personal space. catching him off guard. causing his heart to palpitate the way it was. instead of an onslaught of words, Hux swallows hard-- and dives forward again with both hands fisted in Ren’s tunic, similarly to how Ren had had him before. Hux is mean with his kiss; all teeth and tongue and desperation from a man who was touch starved and hadn’t had a proper kiss in over a decade. Hux shoves once more, however, sneering and wiping the corner of his mouth to rid of some saliva.
“ You horrendous beast. ” You beautiful specimen.
“ Don’t ever do that again. ” Do it all the time; please.
#cruoren#✗ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ → ⁽ ᵃʳᵐⁱᵗᵃᵍᵉ ʰᵘˣ ⁾#✗ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ → ❝ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ʳᵉᵍⁱᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃᶜqᵘⁱᵉˢᶜᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱˢᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ❞#( IMPATIENT KJHGY )#( kylo u been waitin a while friend? )#( THIS GOT LONGER THAN EXPECTED ........ BUT APPARENTLY HE HAS /FEELINGS/ )#( also i left it open ended if you wanna reply but don't feel obligated -- to reply or to match the length if you do lkjhg )
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@edgeineer sent a 💔 to Hux !! your muse loves mine; my muse doesn’t feel the same way. | accepting
there’s a cacophony of old voices in his head at the proclamation. his father, friends of his father. old teachers, and old friends, telling him that he was nothing and that he would always be nothing. love was not an option for Armitage Hux. love was a bit provocative, wasn’t it? overwhelming and messy and not without trials and tribulations that Hux really hadn’t the time for. he had never heard those words in his life: I love you.
he didn’t think he’d ever hear those words, and yet here he stood. with pinched brow and a tint of confusion in his stormy blues. the General inhales sharply, as though he’s about to say something-- yet his jaw snaps shut shortly after, and he stares ahead of him for another beat more. what was he supposed to say to a proclamation such as love? any normal individual would probably return the sentiment, at least to some degree. I don’t love you, but you’re very sweet. or I do like you, but I’m not sure it’s love just yet.
Hux was not a normal individual.
he finally turns his head slowly, toward the boy. every muscle is tense in a fight or flight readiness-- he’s ready for flight, to be fair. he’d rather walk away from this situation and never look back. he’d rather forget that Garr had ever said those words to him; he was undeserving. swallowing thickly, the inhale that Hux had taken previously finally punches out of him in a heavy sigh, features falling as he struggles with an appropriate response on his tongue. “ I... ”
another pause, and the man clenches his hands-- the leather of his gloves creaking as he tries to really process what has happened. does he accept this love? can he believe it’s real? “ I can’t-- you’re being bloody ridiculous. You don’t even know me. ” gone is his proper posture and wording; his sentences becoming rather colloquial in his anxiety. “ Besides; fraternization within the Order is strictly off limits. I can’t love you. ”
he hadn’t said he doesn’t love him.
#edgeineer#✗ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ → ⁽ ᵃʳᵐⁱᵗᵃᵍᵉ ʰᵘˣ ⁾#✗ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ → ❝ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ʳᵉᵍⁱᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃᶜqᵘⁱᵉˢᶜᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱˢᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ❞#( hux....... don't you dare hurt garr's lil sweet heart )#( hux may not love him but i do SOBS )#( psst.... he doesn't love him /yet/ )#( who said that? )
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@stvrdestroyers sent a 💔 to Hux !! our muses being the sole survivors of a shootout. | accepting
it wasn’t often Hux threw himself into a firefight-- since his promotion to General, he’d be a liar if he were to say he was in the fray as often as he had been in the past. the title had brought on a far more cushioned lifestyle, and although the man appreciated it and enjoyed it to a degree, he had to admit... the adrenaline rush that accompanied battle was certainly something to be missed. yet, this wasn’t entirely what he’d been thinking when he had mentioned the other day that he wouldn’t mind a little target practice.
he’d meant simulations to bring it all back to him-- to test him. to see if he was as ruthless now as he once had been. well, this was definitely a test, in various ways. and when the theoretical dust finally settled and the litter of bodies that surrounded him provided an eerie silence, Hux knew then that he was as ruthless as he had been before. if not a little clumsy, as he wasn’t without injury. Hux pants, gloved hand shaking as he holsters his blaster, but it’s the sound of breathing behind him that makes him spin.
shaking the damp hair from his face, the General is ready to start shooting again, but his eyes land on a familiar figure and he can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of her. good, this was good. “ Lieutenant. ” he huffs, finally allowing a sharp inhale of pain to indicate that yes... he had been injured. his arm, and his leg had been narrowly missed as well. he shifts with a wince, features scrunching as he gazes over her shoulder to be certain they were alone.
they were. the only survivors.
stepping over a body, Hux finally drops himself down to sit on some rocks, stretching his leg out and hissing again at the stiffness of his arm. “ Are you hurt? ” his attention is brought back to the woman a couple steps away, eyes squinting against the dimming light surrounding them. “ Marr. Are you injured? ”
#stvrdestroyers#✗ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ → ⁽ ᵃʳᵐⁱᵗᵃᵍᵉ ʰᵘˣ ⁾#✗ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ → ❝ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ʳᵉᵍⁱᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃᶜqᵘⁱᵉˢᶜᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱˢᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ❞#( aaaaa!! i hope this is okay !!! )#( ty so much for the follow btw i love her !!! )
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@staraviatrice “I’ll consider kissing you if you can beat me.” @ hux | not accepting
his grin is wolfish, slender body fitted in his usual gym wear -- which was unusual for most men aboard the ship. loose sweats and a tight tank top were the usual attire. Hux more or less preferred the form fitted black leggings to go along with his form fitted shirt. of course, many whispers would say he’s merely showing off his assets . . . but it was more comfortable. less fabric to hold on to -- less chance of cheating. especially in a little spar, as he was having now with Amara.
❝ Is that right? ❞ he purrs, head tilting and eyes squinting as he squares his stance. his eyebrows lift, grin falling into a more sly smirk. his fingers waggle, palms up, in a come hither motion ; urging her to begin the spar so he could defend. he wasn’t against fighting women aboard the ship -- he often sparred with Phasma, and she was significantly larger than Hux was. despite this, he never expected anyone to go easy on him. and he’d seen Amara in action before -- he wasn’t afraid, but now he was a little intimidated. he wasn’t positive he’d get that kiss now.
❝ Bring it, Lieutenant. ❞
#staraviatrice#✗ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ → ⁽ ᵃʳᵐⁱᵗᵃᵍᵉ ʰᵘˣ ⁾#✗ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ → ❝ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ʳᵉᵍⁱᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃᶜqᵘⁱᵉˢᶜᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱˢᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ❞#( slams hands on table ; fight fight fight !!! )
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@staraviatrice amara gave hux a kiss :3c
He was her general. Completely off limits and yet, so tempting. She found herself having a hard time denying what was felt. Standing next to him, she remained silent and when he spoke, she gave him short answers. Given the moment, she would finally do what she had been dying to do for a while now. A few more minutes and the room emptied. She turned to him, eyeing him before leaning in, pressing a very quick kiss to his lips.
there was tension in the air -- thick and heavy ; he could cut it with his dagger if he so chose to do so. he listens quietly to the debriefing, eyes heavy with boredom and the occasional flick to the side to take in the blonde next to him. he exhales slowly in relief once the meeting room empties, and at the sight of her turning from the corner of his eye, the redhead turns as well. eyeing her curiously -- brilliant blues flicking between her lips and her eyes -- he stiffens slightly when she leans into his personal space to lay a quick kiss to his lips. his lids flutter shut, a sharp inhale taking him at the action.
he blinks his eyes open after a beat, the leather of his gloves creaking as he tightens his hands into fists -- then brings one hand up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind the woman’s ear. he uses the opportunity to cup her jaw, pulling her forward once more so he can press his lips to hers in a more passionate kiss ; tongue finding her lower lip and her own tongue should she open her mouth to him. pulling away, a smile threatens to break his normally stoic expression. ❝ And what did I do to deserve such a treat, darling? ❞
#staraviatrice#✗ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ → ⁽ ᵃʳᵐⁱᵗᵃᵍᵉ ʰᵘˣ ⁾#✗ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ → ❝ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ʳᵉᵍⁱᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃᶜqᵘⁱᵉˢᶜᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱˢᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ❞#( this took 100 years i'm so sorry!! )#( but woof... he love One woman )
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@staraviatrice → [ hips ] your muse pulling mine in close by the hips. → accepting
he isn’t shy about the fact he prefers a dominant woman-- the blonde he was currently necking with in the confines of an empty corridor was evidence of this enough. Amara had a lot of fight in her, and this was something the good General admired greatly. he couldn’t get enough of her -- she was his new found cocktail of stims each morning. better than the bitter caf he chokes down in his haste to prepare for another day. another long shift. she’s better than the burning of alcohol down his throat each night and the embers of a sneaked cigarra in an empty console room.
there’s unauthorized marching steps toward the corridor in where they hid themselves; shadows shield them from most prying eyes, and the troopers had better things to do then glance down corridors they weren’t permitted to enter while on a specific surveillance route. yet, it still ignited a fire in his chest, anxiety licking up into his throat. fraternization was strictly forbidden, and perhaps that’s why he was so obsessed with this new found drug with her tongue down his throat. a wince of his features, hands scrabbling for anything to grab on the cold wall behind him before he’s side-stepping and nearly out of her grasp--
an embarrassing squeak flits from parted lips as he feels hands on his hips, tugging and yanking him back to the wall. his back hits the wall once more with a quiet thud, the padding of his shoulders muffling the sound. wide blues stare back at the blonde with a muddle of emotion -- he was furious, as any superior officer might be to the notion of man-handling. but he was also intrigued. aroused. willing to give up the control for but a moment at the risk of getting caught, but not willing to go as far as to lose his position or get a reprimand from someone higher than he.
Hux’s hands find purchase on Amara’s waist as well, grip tight and features tighter as he licks his lips, prepares himself to bark out a short clipped command to unhand him-- but stars, does she ever know what he likes . . . she tugs him close against her, their chests pressed to one another’s and the toes of their boots scuffing and toeing into the other’s at the close proximity. he can feel her breath against his face, hot and puffed sporadically due to the tension between them. “ i think it best if you-- ” but she wasn’t listening. she merely tugged him closer once more to kiss the words off his tongue. he had half a mind to shove her off and really reprimand her for the breach in taking orders, but Hux, well . . . he was an addict. and this was a fix he wasn’t willing to ignore.
#staraviatrice#✗ ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ → ⁽ ᵃʳᵐⁱᵗᵃᵍᵉ ʰᵘˣ ⁾#✗ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ → ❝ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ʳᵉᵍⁱᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃᶜqᵘⁱᵉˢᶜᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱˢᵒʳᵈᵉʳ ❞#✗ ᵃⁿˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ → ⁽ ᵃʳᵐⁱᵗᵃᵍᵉ ʰᵘˣ ⁾#( i'm so sorry this took so long !! )
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