#Everdale

[armandaughter]

for the 3.6 people in the villains duology by v. e. schwab fandom, i am writing a fic.

[crumblingspine]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! As a treat, here's art of the gang from The Fountain. (I drew this a while ago but whatever I'm posting it now)

[reitsportportal]

Patrik Kittel gewinnt mit Touchdown das 37. FEI DRESSAGE WORLD CUP™ FINALE

Patrik Kittel (Foto: Thomas Reiner) Schwedischer Überraschungssieg durch Patrik Kittel Es war ein sehr spannendes Finale. Zwischen dem Sieger Patrik Kittel und der zweitplatzierten Nanna Skodborg Merrald mit Blue Hors Don Olymbrio  (chest / 16y. / S / KWPN / Jazz / Olympic Ferro / 105BB66 / Owner: Blue Hors Aps / Breeder: J. Lamers,Oss) lagen nur 0,232 Punkte. Noch geringer war die Differenz zu…

[syrnsethegrey]

OMFG I WANT TO READ ITTT I NEED ITTT !#$!!

EXCUSE ME VICTORIA ?????????

[averymorganlovelace]

ㅤㅤㅤ The Eras tour, second night.

𝖤𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗓 𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗊𝗎𝗂́ 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺́𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗈́𝗆𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗁𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗒 𝗈𝗍𝗋𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝗈 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗋 𝖺 𝗅𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾 Aryelle V. Everdale 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗎 '𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐫' 𝗒, 𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗋, 𝗅𝖺 𝗏𝗂 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾́𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝗂 𝗆𝗈́𝗏𝗂𝗅 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗁𝖾 –𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪́𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘺𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘰́𝘮𝘰 𝘪𝘣𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰– 𝗅𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗓𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗒𝖺 𝖾𝗅 𝖽𝗂́𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖺́𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗌.ㅤ

ㅤ 𝖸 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗒 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋, 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗁𝗂́ 𝗏𝗂𝖾́𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗅𝖺 𝖾𝗇 𝗏𝗂𝗏𝗈 𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝗎́𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖺. 𝖫𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖾𝗇 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖤𝗋𝖺, 𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗅𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗓𝖺, 𝖾𝗅 𝗇𝗎́𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝖼��𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗈́ 𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖺 𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗓𝗈 𝗇𝗂 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝖽𝖺… 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝗋𝗂́𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗅 𝖽𝗂́𝖺 𝖽𝖺́𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗇 𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂́𝖺 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾.ㅤ

ㅤ 𝖠𝖽𝖾𝗆𝖺́𝗌, 𝗌𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗌 𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺́𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗌 𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗍𝖾́ 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗂́𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗈, 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗈 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗋 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾́𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂́𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗌𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖺, 𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗈́ 𝖺𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗓𝖺𝗋 𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐. 𝖸 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗈𝗅𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗂́𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗌 –𝖾𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈, 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾́ 𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝐒𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐒𝐊𝐈 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝖤𝗋𝖺 𝖱𝖾𝖽. 𝖴𝗇 𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝗋𝗈𝗃𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗆𝖺 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝐌𝐉𝐇 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄, 𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗆𝖺́𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗇 𝗄𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝖤𝗋𝖺 𝖥𝗈𝗅𝗄𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝐌𝐀𝐂 𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈́. 𝖳𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗅𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖺 𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖻𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗂𝖻𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗆𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖺́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺, 𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗈𝗌. 𝖴𝗇𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗎𝖼𝖼𝗂𝗈́𝗇 𝗒 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗈́𝗇. 𝖭𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝖾𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝖽𝖺. 𝖲𝖺𝗅𝗂́ 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗃𝖺 𝖺 𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗃𝖺 𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗋. ¿𝖲𝗎𝖼𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖺́? 𝖫𝗈 𝗆𝖺́𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾.

ㅤㅤㅤ ˖𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐲: @Mjh Couture.

[who-knows130]

I have finally finished my rewrite. So I'm going to post the first chapter here and see if how it goes.

Chapter 1

I looked down at my hands. Blood stained the gloves. I'd been a part of an elite group, called the Jury Of Nine for about 3 years now. Working for my boss, the High Priest of O’Khasis, Zane Ro’meave. I'd trained in the Guard academy from when I was 11, to when my class year graduated, 19. I was exactly supposed to be an assassin for a tyrant's son. I wanted to be a Guard for the people who couldn't protect themselves. That was inspired by my younger brother, Davison.

Davi, was a boy who wasn't the strongest. At least to my family's standards. Many people bullied him when we were younger. My rage towards those bullies…was frightening behavior in a child. After an accident including bandits and my brother….I couldn't stand idle. Pure power only gets you so far. Skill gets you further. I was either blessed or cursed with the ability of enhanced strength and speed. Also a strange knack for being able to predict certain events. Not all, most appear in my dreams.

Many have tried to decipher my abilities. They didn't fit the norm of Magicks or Witchcraft. Magicks: Being able to have one ability, Example:creating barriers. The ability is particularly strong, but ultimately, one ability.

Witchcraft: Casting spells and making potions. In witchcraft you can do multiple things, in right hands Witchcraft can be more powerful than most Magicks. But typically, it's on a weaker level. Witchcraft is not just witches, but also Wizards and Warlocks.

I do not fit the querita of either Magicks or Witchcraft. I don't know what I am, well I'm human but in the magical sense. I let out a sigh and I started walking away from the scene of the crime. It was the dead of night.

“Hey! You there! Get back here! lady! You killed the head guard!”

I turned to face the interrupting people. Not even caring to pull out my sword at the moment. It was just an Everdale Guard. Probably some rookie, on their first night shift.

“Just your luck, I'm feeling generous tonight. You must be lucky in Irena’s eyes.”

I jumped up, pulled out my sword and sliced off a tree branch. I landed on my feet, as the sound of cracking was heard. The tree branch fell on the Everdale Guard. I heard cries of pain. If this would have been any sort of other situation, I would have helped. Sadly, I was in a situation of needing to help myself. I let out another sigh and went on my merry way. It would be a long way back to O’Khasis. I hopped onto the horse I would be riding back on. It would Forest for a while. I would have to pass by, The ruins of Falcon Claw village, then Nahakra village, to make it to The O'Khasis Gates. O’Khasis was the power house village. More like the kingdom of Ru’uan. The region of Ru'uan, the region I've lived in all my life. Ru’uan, for the most part, was very forestry. Except for some other places, such as my home village. Which had many hills.

The three power houses of Ru’uan were, O’Khasis, Scaleswind and Everdale. O’Khasis being the main one, at least in value of the economy. Scaleswind was the sweetheart of Ru’uan. Since it's said to be the birthplace of…Lady Irene….Lady Irene, a light amongst human kind. Lady Irene, was known for her healing abilities and good demeanor. Lady Irene was the leader of the Divine warriors and was the one who destroyed the monarchy in Ru’uan. Establishing the Lordships. Being a Lord of a village means you are the leader. There isn't a set leader for the whole region of Ru’uan.

Many people worship Lady Irene. Even making a religion. The faith of Lady Irene was the most popular religion in Ru'uan. Even my own family followed it. I didn't follow it exactly, but it's still a part of me. As well as other parts…parts I didn't appreciate. Such as my father. The man who wasn't kind to my siblings and I. Trinity, Hector, Willow, and of course Davison, our father was very hard on us. Trinity was the oldest, I can't exactly say much, since I am not the first born. I don't know all of her difficulties, but I do love Trinity. Despite how much we argued in younger days. I am close to her now, or at least as close as we can be. Hector and I, our relationship is complicated. One of my earliest memories was not a kind one. My brother had been trying to practice with a sword, since my father had been pressuring him to go to the Guard Academy. I had wanted to play with him. So I went up to him and bothered him. Out of annoyance, he slashed my nose. It left a nasty scar, and a quiet relationship. I couldn't remember a-lot of it, yet the unease is intense. After Hector did that to me, my father practically hated him. I was sort of his golden child. Mainly because of my abilities.

My Father, he always wanted to be a guard. Like my grandpa was, and my dad's brothers were as well. He was kicked out of the Guard academy though. When I started going to the Guard academy, my father was overjoyed. Practically living through me and pressuring me to be number 1 at everything. He got what he wanted. I graduated top of my class. I'm proud in a sense. Yet, I'm practically skilled in many things. Singing, dancing, my handwriting is too good for someone who lived on a farm, Pottery, you name it. Not distinctly well at stitching though, which can be inconvenient. My father was a forceful man. At least in my eyes. I'm happy to get away from him. My relationship with my mom is another difficult thing, I don't talk to her often. I can't talk to most of my family often, there's a clear line of distance when it comes to my mother and I.

I may need to make camp soon. It is the dead of night. It's not smart to travel when it's dark as it is. I got a further distance from Everdale then set up camp. The campfire crackled. The little sparks going into the night sky. I looked up, looking up at the stars. The night sky was a beautiful thing. Many people don't appreciate it. I closed my eyes. Sleep was a rare thing to come around sometimes. In this world of politics, war, and darkness, sleep could be considered an afterthought. I wasn't always directly involved in those three things, but I am a part of it. My morals are destroyed, something I wouldn't do, is always done by the people around me. The whole reason I am in the Jury was because Zane Ro’meave. He'd threatened the people I cared for. Even with that, I don't know how much longer I can be an asset for his game. I'm not necessarily a good person either. No one is, but Zane’s actions….I can't be loyal just for the sake of my family. At least not anymore. Two years ago, it was a different story….

I made it into O’Khasis. The walls were big and made out of stone. As well as the floors. The buildings were huge. O’Khasis was rich and they showed it. O’Khasis, as I said before. Was a village of the Economy. They had many allies within Ru’uan and out of it. O’Khasis made Ru’uan a great trading place. Our greatest trading partners being Sul’uan and Mal’sar. After the war between Wyverns and the old king came to an end…. O'Khasis stood as a product of the old king’s evil. Esmund the protector, one of the divine warriors, took over O’Khasis as the first Lord. He made it so O’Khasis would continue on as a shield of light. Esmund started the Ro’meave line. The line that controls O’Khasis today. A few years ago, 4 if I'm correct. The first born, Garroth Felipe Ro’meave, died. There are many rumors on how the first born died. The only thing recovered from the death was the clothes covered in blood. No body was found…..

Garroth wasn't the only Ro’meave sibling. Zane Ro’meave, his younger brother. Zane was a…fun person. Zane, being the 2nd born, would most likely never inherit the Lord title. So he worked towards becoming the High Priest of O'Khasis and leader of the Jury Of Nine. Zane, unlike the Priest title, wasn't holy. He commonly hurt people, killed. Whatever it took to get what he wanted, he'd do it. Zane's status was something almost no one can fight against.

Vylad Archie Ro’meave, he died a long while back. He must have been 15. Vylad is the youngest Ro’meave and has been involved in many scandalous rumors. Not him specifically, more of his existence. It's been rumored, Lady Zianna(Mother to the Ro’meave brothers and wife to Lord Garte of O’Khasis) cheated and Vylad is a result. It's only a rumor, but Vylad didn't look like his siblings. Vylad was known to be on the tanner side, have brown hair and green eyes. While Zane had Black hair, Pale skin and sky blue eyes. Garroth had Blonde hair and Blue eyes. He was more on the tan side compared to Zane but not as much as Vylad. Garroth and Zane looks from their Mother and Father. Lady Zianna has black hair, and Lord Garte has blonde hair.

I made my way towards Zane's house. After all, I needed to report my mission’s success. Knock, knock, knock. One of the servants answered the door. I walked into the house. The lavish house of The High Priest Of O'Khasis. Red carpet, dark oak flooring. Zane's house was quite massive, but I knew my way for the most part. Since he hosts the Jury Meetings here.

“Come in.”

“Your highness, I am here to report my mission.”

“Hm, how did that go?”

“The Guard is gone and dead.”

“Excellent work, Everdale Guards need to learn to keep their tongue in their disgusting mouths around powerful people.”

“Agreed.”

Zane’s eyes sharply looked at me. You couldn't tell most of his expression from the mask he wore(which covered up to his nose). Many say blue eyes are the eyes that stare into the soul. The eyes that are wide and barely blink. That's not the case for everyone, Zane's eyes were eerie and spine-chilling. People described my blue eyes as blank and haunting….

“You're slipping.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your loyalty to me. Do you not fear your family's death? I wouldn't mind putting a few more bodies in the ground.”

“I am not slipping…just tired from the trip…Simple as that.”

“Very well, you are excused to go to Your home. A jury meeting is in a few weeks.”

I nodded and took my leave. I was happy to be home. It wasn't home, it was a house. A home is where your heart is. O’Khasis is not where my heart is. My original village is where it is. I am forgetting something. Specifically my job, being a part of The Jury Of Nine. The Jury Of Nine is an elite guard group created by Xavier Spada over 900 years ago. Xavier Spada also created the Oath Of the Guard, which was inspired by The Art Of the sword. Xavier, created the Jury for Irene. Sense Irene was still around at that point. He created it after the old king's rule was over and peace was brought to Ru’uan. Many sought Irene's hand in marriage, but also to assassinate her, to glorify her, so on so forth. Xavier created the Jury to anyone who dared speak with Irene with ill or pure intent. Later on creating the Oath to protect the innocent…Xavier Spada was known as the admirer….I look up to Xavier quite a-bit. Sadly his work has twisted over the centuries…especially the Jury.

How your title in the jury is deciphered is usually by what weapon they use, the materials, personality, and how they use their weapon.

• Janus the Silver Death, one of the strongest members of the jury. All and any person in his family is dead. He wields a blaze broadsword, and a frost broadsword. His hair was silver, and his eyes were blue. His skin was tan, and battered. His left eye is closed and has a scar on it. Janus does most of Zane's bidding. And joyfully, since it's one of the only things that gave him purpose. Janus despite all of this all. Has awful dad jokes. Not even kidding. I'll be like:

“Janus, I'm Hungry.”

“Hi hungry, I'm Janus.”

• Katelyn the fire fist. The member who fought with flame resistant gauntlets. Katelyn was known to have 5 brothers and a Father. She had olive skin and powdered blue hair and sky blue eyes. Katelyn has many scars on her body. Katelyn doesn't particularly enjoy working for Zane but she doesn't have any other choice. She's a well mannered person and serious. Yet was still down to earth…

• Jefferson, or Jeffory the Golden Heart. As his name says, his heart is like gold. His weapon of choice is a Golden Glaive. His skin tone was tan, his hair looked golden brown. Jeffory was one of the eldest out of us. Being in his 30s. He was married until his wife passed on. Jeffory has a daughter named Abby. His relationship with Zane, not a kind one, but whatever pays the pills…for his family…

• Ivy the Venom Scythe, her words are spoken with venom in mind. Ivy is an intense woman. Not respectful. Doesn't have a sense of loyalty or morality. She tortures birds. She uses a Scythe injected with poison to kill the ones she's assigned to. If the sharp stabbing doesn't kill the person, the poison will….

• Lillian the Silver Scythe, calm and collected person. Don't let that fool you though. Lillian has a dark side. She's a loyal dog when it comes to Zane. One of his puppets. She's manipulative. Lillian wields a silver scythe and commonly works as a spy.

• Teony the Shimmering spear……Teony….fought with a spear….and was quite loving at her core….she was smart, one of the smartest out of us….but….a few months ago….was claimed dead….

• Ivan the haunting, the newest Jury member. He doesn't exactly have a set weapon, he has a staff. Ivan is a warlock. His whole personality is quite creepy. He's on the closer side with Zane. No one has really warmed up to him yet……

• Lastly, Me. How would I describe myself exactly? At least when I was on the jury. I wield a sword. A sword that's close to the color redwood. The most common mission I go on is….murder ones…my situation with Zane. Isn't a kind one. If I could kill him. I would. In a duel I usually go for the defense route. Offense isn't my thing.

I've gotten my jury title name from my silent persona, and how I'm known for my killing…

I am Lea the Silent Killer

[smallbratwurst]

10", film, Specsavers by Specsavers, UK

La cadena de ópticas Specsavers esponsoriza "Everdale", un culebrón en la tele británica. Y para ello, ha hecho unas caretas de patrocinio muy del rollo de las situaciones que suceden en la trama de la serie, pero con pequeños accidentes por problemas de visión. Esta es la mejor.

[hidden-poet]

Till.Death; 1

original(ish) story

description; Harry has always been a traditional man with traditional values. A women place was in the home, with a man to protect and provide for her. Harry was happy to play to his role, becoming rich and powerful with only the intention of bring it home to his little wife. The only problem was that the ex's piled up and his bed remained cold.

Until a young female barista started working at his local coffee shop, and Harry was determined to live out his white picket fantasy.

Only posting so i always have a copy. Please no feedback. I wrote this quite young.

The continuous door bell woke Harry from his sleep. He flicks on his lamp and rushes out of his bed room, grabbing his dressing gown from behind the door. His feet shuffle over the cold wooden steps and the cold titles of his home as he reaches the door. Swinging it open in annoyance to revel the women he threw out of his home 48 hours ago.

"I am pregnant" where the frozen women first words. He eyes the wet women standing at his door step. Her coloured red hair was dark and stuck to her forehead, her skin pale with red blotches were the rain had harshly come down upon her, her nose and cheeks carried a crimson red from being flushed and her attire did not meet the expectations of a cold winter season of London. Still he did not invite her in.

"Congratulations" his tone was bored and it matched the closing of the door. She wasn't the first cunt to try and pin a pregnancy on him and she wasn't the last.

She stopped the door with surprising strength that made Harry stop and give her a second audience.

"It's yours" she begs.

"It's not. I used protection" the door beings to close once more.

"Yeah, well, it didn't fucking work" she shoves against the wood.

He flings the door wide and grabs her by the neck, "you ever swear at me again, whore, and I'll do some remodeling with your head"

He shoves her back into the rain as he releases his hold, stepping himself into his door frame. He needed to see if the neighbours were watching. There were no secrets in the protected, high class community of everdale. The bored housewives and their maids were always peering out their window looking for a good story to tell the others as they ran into them at the supermarket or book club.

Harry was their favourite topic and the last thing Harry needed was for a gold digging whore to ruin his representation. If not for himself, for his future half. He must protect her representation as Mrs styles.

"it's yours! I haven't been with anybody else" she pleads, in a louder voice then Harry would have liked.

His laughter competes with the heavy rain.

"It's true! I haven't even had a chance to pick up my phone since we left hells gates night club together. When you fuc-" Harry eyes darken at the thought of the word coming out of her mouth towards him.

"When you sleep with someone" she correct, "you run the risk of a baby, and we've done a lot of that over the last four days"

He scans the neighbored for any busy bodies but figures it was too early in the morning for the upper class to even consider getting up to hear what the commotion was about.

"Please, I have no where else to go. Look I'll do whatever you say. I'll play subservient to you like you like. Treat you good, baby. You know I know how" she steps forward towards him and his attention goes back to her.

His eyes go to her belly; it could very well be true. They did screw a lot, it's possible that one of the condoms were faulty. A rush ran through him. He could be a father. Sure, it wasn't how he wanted his first child conceived but still excitement at the prospect of his own child shone through.

"Get inside of the house" he commands. She runs past him into the warmth of in doors, and he slams the door closed behind him.

"go sit in the living room" he watches as she instantly does, "on the wooden arm chair, not the fabric stuff" he yells after her.

Harry storms back up stairs, taking them three at a time until he reaches the landing, and takes a sharp turn into his bedroom. Going to his bed stand he picks up his iPhone and dials his doctors number.

He doesn't pick up the first time, and the sound of the message bank send Harry into a rage, kicking his oak stand and throwing his only source of light across the room.

HE sits on the bed now in the dark and try's the number again. This time the doctor doesn't take long to pick up,

"Mr. Green is, ak-hum, is everything ok?" the old man asks, clearly just haven woken up.

"No, No, not everything is ok. I've got a women in my house claiming to be carrying my child, and i need to know if that's true or not"

"Oh dear" The old mans nerves were frazzled when it came to his only client. One, he was too old to be dealing with a full case load, only having to be on retainer for one healthy, fit, young client and still being able to pay off his mortgages was a dream come true. Secondly, whenever Harry came for a check up, it felt like he saw through him. As if Theodore was not worth the time to sit there and discuss his results with, despite his older years and experience.

It fairness, however, Theodore was a obstetrician, having specialized in small children and child birth. Even if he was among the top of his field in the practice, It was odd to him at first as to why Harry was so persistent to keep him on retainer, and only him. Now he thinks, it was for situations like this.

"well, bring her into the practice tomorrow morning first thing, and we can find out. How far along is she?"

"maybe five days"

"Mr. Green, she has to be pregnant at least three months before we can conduct a parental test"

"Three months? The hand whore has to be in my house for three fucking months?"

"well, Sir, You could always get her hotel"

"so she can run away with my child? no until i know for certain, she's not going anywhere. Three months from today we will be at your office at 8:30am. That's Friday, 18th of March. I'll see you then, doctor"

harry hangs up the call and throws his phone back on the table top. Part of him hopes that the child is his, even if its not born from his wife. It may not be the way he wanted a child but he was getting on in years, perhaps it was better to get it out of the way.

He rubs his face feeling a head ache come on. He was now going to have to deal with Vanessa for the next three months.

cold vanessa, who may be holding his future baby in her wet frame.

He grabs a towel from his en suite and goes back down stairs to the living room where she sat on the wooden arm chair like she was told.

She watches him carefully as he approaches her, holding out the towel.

"thank you" she says as she takes it and wraps it around her. She remembers, he was big on manners.

He doesn't offer the same curtesy back, sitting down on the white fabric sofa, and turning on a lamp so that he could see her better.

"this is how it's going to go. You are going to stay in one of the spare bedrooms in the house for the first three months of your pregnancy before i can find out if the bastard is mine"

She goes to object; it was his, she was sure of it, but his hand flashes up to stop her. Don't interrupt him when he was talking, she remembers.

"you will not drink, smoke or have sex. You will be on a healthy diet, and you'll go to the classes to find out what you're supposed to be doing to ensure the health of the baby. You will do all of this without fail or i will chain you up in the attic, and you will loose whatever little freedom i give you for the next couple of months. After the time is up if it is true, and the baby is mine, I'll give you a hefty sum to carry it to term and a larger sum to disappear after it's birth. if it's not true, i toss you and it to the curb".

her eyes don't sway from his own; something harry hated.

"it's yours, harry, and when that's proven, I'll be everything you've ever wanted" she moves towards him, kneeling down and resting on his knees, "i've seen the box that you keep hidden"

His eyes turn cold at the thought of it. He had caught her snooping and kicked her out, assuming she was looking for things to take. what she found was much worse then any valuable he had.

"the cut outs of the domestic families, the stuffed bunny , the good little house wife rule book, the wedding ring" he grabs her jaw tightly to stop her from talking.

"you go through my things again, and i'll break every bone in your hand".

Friday 18th of March

Harry dives into a park, cutting the engine off quickly and unbuckling his seatbelt. It was the day he waited for the last three months. He has been up since 5, and even now they are 20 minutes early.

"it's yours. You'll see, Harry, and we'll be one big family" Vanessa promises, partly to herself.

"stop talking" he demands as his long legs stretch outside of the car. She follows him in her sundress, that she wore especially for the occasion.

He walks ahead of her into the building, a small practice with a push and pull door that actived a bell upon use. He holds the door open for her, and another pregnant women walking through, who both thank him.

They walk straight into the waiting room that were situated along two corridors of doors.

harry takes off his sunglasses and places them into his pocket, "go take a sit. I'll tell the doctor we are here"

Vanessa kisses his check before doing as he asks. It disgusted him beyond measure to be kissed in public by a women who was not his wife.

He wipes it off harshly, and try's not to take his anger out on the receptionist. A young girl, with long black hair and a wedding band. Another thing he was disgusted by; married women in the workforce.

"Hello, Sir, how can i help you?" she greats.

"i am here to see DR Anderson" He trys to stop himself but his eyes fall to her ring, following it as it moves.

"He is just back there waiting for you, ill page him right now"

'Thank you"

Was her husband dead and too poor to leave her any money? she seems like she would be a dutiful wife; polite, efficient, tidy. If he wasn't dead, he should be.

His next train of thought took him to his own finances, he should buy more passive stocks for his future kids. Something that could act as pocket money but nothing that would be too high risk. It would be good for them to learn management and manipulation of stocks early. Perhaps, it might save them the fate of this poor young girl who married a fool, and is now forced to work. And while his first born son would take over his company, and look after his siblings and mother in the event of his death, setting up a nice passive income would take off some pressure off James, or maybe, Benjamin, or maybe-

the sound of his name being called broke his day dream.

He shook his head and turned around to gather Vanessa who came waddling over at the call of her lovers name.

"You're early, Mr Green" the old man wore a doctors coat over his 50's era suit, and black square glasses.

"yeah" he breaths and takes up Vanessas arm.

"it's no worries. I've just finished setting up the room if you wanted to come back. And who's this lovely creature, the partner, I assume?" he hold out his hand to her and Vanessa looks to take it.

"It doesn't matter. Lets go" he urges, tugging her along behind the rushing doctor.

Only when the door had closed was she released.

"if you just want to take a seat up on the table, dear, and I am just going to take a sample of your blood. And Mr Green, i need a swap from you"

The doctor passes Harry a tube with a cotton swap, and he places rubs it against his cheek, while the doctor takes a blood sample from vanessa.

He holds the tub tightly in his hand while he waits for the doctor to encapsulate the blood, print out a label and then ask for it back.

"i'll be back in five minutes with the results" Theo squeezes Vanessas hand and gives her a smile before disappearing to do the test.

The couple sit in silence while they wait and Harry was grateful for it. Either way he feels like he looses.

"did you mean it, when you said you were going to kick us both out? Don't you want a family?" vanessa questions.

"was that your plan? hope that my want for a family wins against any sane thought i have?" He bends his head to the ceiling trying to find focus.

"I've been with you everyday these last few months, i can tell you there is very few sane thoughts in that head"

"So it was a payout you were after? you weren't expecting me to actually find out if it was true or not, only pay you go away money?"

"what i want is for you to love me! haven't i been perfect! Haven't i played house well enough for you, cooked you meals, made you cup after cup of tea, ironed your shirts" She begins to whell up, a mixture of hormones and stress that her and her baby might be homeless in less then 3 minutes.

He brings his head back down, "no, no you've been less then perfect from the start. You think a few cups of tea makes you worthy to be my wife? You're not wife material, you're a whore who went home with a man you didn't know because of his net worth. And got used for days not because you were worth something but because you were worth nothing. And this baby-this baby if mine is staying with me, and you are going either on a seat in a first class plane or in a wooden box. You fucking decide"

The door opens again and cuts the scene. They return to that anxious parents,

The doctor re-enters the room with a slalom look on his face. "i am very sorry, Mr Green. You are not the father"

Harrys head returns to the ceiling as a mixture of emotions run through him, he gathers himself quickly and pushes past the doctor and out the door with Vanessa following behind him.

"Harry, just wait, please" she begs, he does wait however, only to hold the door back for a women entering the clinic. Even in his rage, he wouldn't deny that.

He walks out and lets the door fall into vanessa.

The sound of her begging is disrupted by him unlocking his vintage car with his keys.

"does it matter, really? it can still be your child"

He freezes as she goes around to the passenger door and hold a hand up to her, "what makes you think you are getting in this car?"

Harry gets in the car himself, with what was suppose to be with great vigor to get out of main street. Instead, he sat there, rubbing his face, giving Vanessa enough time to sit in the car and buckle herself in.

"FUCK" he screams suddenly, bashing his hands against the steering wheel, "i was suppose to get one thing. ONE thing that i wanted. IT'S MY TIME. IT'S MY TIME".

"Hey, Hey" Vanessa wraps her hand around his and he shoves her off.

"look, if let us stay, i promise i will find you that girl you are looking for. I know exactly what you want right? someone sweet, a goody two shoes, someone to take care of you, right? I can find that. You're too busy, let me find her. Who better then a fellow women who can see what they are truly like. Let me stay and prove to you that i can find your happy ending"

Harry doesn't verbally answer her but turns the car on and drives home with her, which is answer enough.

Two years roll pass of fighting with Harry. The girls she set up weren't enough. he wanted her out of his house. He was stupid for allowing her to stay.

But she did in the end manage to find her. Plain Jane behind a counter in a ugly uniform but a bright smile and a lovely attitude. She was sure that Harry would adore her. Just his type, shy but friendly, intelligent but not overly so, eager to please, a push over, she took care of people; remembering their orders, giving them extra napkins without needing to ask, wiping down a table before they sat down, covering regulars when they were short-changed.

Harry was not a normal man, who could adore things safety. Vanessa knew that once she was found, she was lost to the world forever. He would ensure that he had complete control over every aspect of her life. Her studies would never be completed, she would never get to travel through Europe with her friends, her family may not even ever hear from her again.

He had wanted this, her, for so long that Vanessa was sure it drove him insane. She would be his possession, his little wife, bare foot and pregnant as good little wives should be.

[clubedohipismo]

Emmelie Scholtens, da Holanda, no Indian Rock, vencedora unânime do Grand Prix Fontainebleau CDI5*, derrotando Charlotte “Lottie” Fry, da Grã-Bretanha, em Everdale

Emmelie Scholtens, da Holanda, no Indian Rock, vencedora unânime do Grand Prix Fontainebleau CDI5*, derrotando Charlotte "Lottie" Fry, da Grã-Bretanha, em Everdale - Dressage-News

[averylovelace]

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⠀ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗗𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝗔𝗹𝗹’𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝗲𝘁𝗿𝘆.

❥• 𝖤𝗇 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗂́𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗎𝗇 𝖺́𝗅𝖻𝗎𝗆 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗓𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗌/𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺 Aryelle V. Everdale 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗒 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝖾𝗇𝖺 ��𝖺𝗇 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗒 𝗒, 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗈́𝗇 𝗇𝗈 𝗂𝖻𝖺 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝖼𝗂𝗈́𝗇.

𝖭𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗁𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗈́ 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖺 𝗒 𝖾𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾 19 𝖽𝖾 𝖠𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗅 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗓𝖺𝗋𝖺́ 𝗎𝗇 𝗇𝗎𝖾𝗏𝗈 𝖺́𝗅𝖻𝗎𝗆 𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖺𝖽𝗈 "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗗𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁" 𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝗈𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗈́𝗇, 𝗌𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗈 𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗏𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝗈, 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖺𝗅, ¿𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖺𝖽? 𝖬𝗂 𝗇𝗈𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗌 "𝗗𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀𝘀" 𝗒 𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺.

𝖭𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝖾𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖺 𝗒 𝖾𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖠𝗋𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖺́𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝗁𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗅𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌, ¡𝖫𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺 𝖺𝗎́𝗇 𝗆𝖺́𝗌! 𝖯𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝗈𝗋𝗂́𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝗋𝗂́𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝗈 𝗎́𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝖾𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖺́𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾.

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ㅤMidnights, the New York studio sessions premiere.

𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺́𝗌 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝗂́, 𝗌𝗈𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖾 𝗔𝗿𝘆𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗲, 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾, 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗈𝖻𝗏𝗂𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗓𝖺𝗋𝗂́𝖺 𝗅𝖺 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗈́𝗇 𝖺 𝗅𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗈́𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗓𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝗂́𝖺𝗌. ¡𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗓!ㅤ

ㅤ 𝖲𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺, 𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝗒 𝗅𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗎 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗈́𝗇, 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗇 𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗓𝗈́ 𝑴𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔, 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂́𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈́𝗆𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝗂́𝖺 𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖺 𝗎𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗁𝖺 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗓𝖺𝖽𝗈.ㅤㅤ

ㅤ 𝖤𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗈́ 𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗂 𝖼𝗂𝗎𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝖾 𝘕𝘶𝘦𝘷𝘢 𝘠𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝗅𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗓𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖺𝗃𝖺𝗋 –𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗂𝗋𝗂́𝖺 𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗅 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈, 𝖽𝖾𝗃𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗈, 𝖾𝗃𝖾𝗆. 𝖸 𝖻𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗈, ¿𝖬𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝗈 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈? ¡𝖯𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗇𝖺𝖽𝖺! 𝖲𝗈𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂́𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗓𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝗈 𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗈 𝗆𝖺́𝗌 𝗒 𝗇𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝖺́𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒓𝒂𝒔 𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗒𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗓𝗈́ 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗎 𝖼𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖺.

ㅤ 𝖬𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗆𝖾, 𝖠𝗋𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖺. 𝖤𝗌 𝗎𝗇 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗈 𝗒 𝗎𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗌. ¡𝖤𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗃𝗈𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾!

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