Ugly Crying Rn, I Was 80% Finished With An Ask, And I Lost All Of My Progress. Sobbing.

Ugly crying rn, i was 80% finished with an ask, and i lost all of my progress. Sobbing.

@bluerosegardens I'm restarting it rn ๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿ’”

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1 year ago

Hello! Heard you are looking for requests so here is one! How about one of the hashiras (or all of them saperated) + kagaya (platonic) x ubuyashiki daughter reader? In which reader is kagaya daughter and they are in love with her but haven't told her yet because her health is getting worse from the curse how would they react to finding her passed out on the floor with blood coming out of her mouth?

๐€๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฐ.. :(

๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐จ ๐Š๐š๐ ๐š๐ฒ๐š ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ˆ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ, ๐ง๐จ๐ซ ๐๐จ ๐ˆ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ก๐ž'๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ. ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ :(

๐–๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐, ๐Š๐ข๐›๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข ๐‚๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž (?), ๐š ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ญ-๐ญ๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐จ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐จ๐›๐ฎ'๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ฌ

๐‘๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ: ๐๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ง๐ข๐œ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐‘๐จ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐œ?

๐“๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ž: ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ

Hello! Heard You Are Looking For Requests So Here Is One! How About One Of The Hashiras (or All Of Them

๐Š๐ฒ๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ

Kyojuro's heart would set itself ablaze, and not in a good way.

He'd run to your side, gently lifting you up and gently holding your head in his lap.

"..๐‹๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐…๐ฅ๐š๐ฆ๐ž? ๐’๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ž?" He'd ask in a panicked manner.

Your only response was more blood pooling from your lips.

He'd gently lift you up, taking off his haori and gently wiping your lips before gently holding it under your chin.

He didn't care if it became stained with blood, he could get another one.

He'd only care about your health, and your ability to move as you used to.

Hello! Heard You Are Looking For Requests So Here Is One! How About One Of The Hashiras (or All Of Them

๐“๐ž๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ง ๐”๐ณ๐ฎ๐ข

Tengen's usual flashiness disappeared.

Panic would cover him, head to toe.

Once regulating himself, he'd come closer to you, gently lifting you up in order for you to not choke on your blood.

For once, he'd be silent. Not a singular word would come from him.

His free hand would gently run through your hair as he'd watch you get the rest of it out.

You could've sworn he wasn't breathing the entire time.

Because when you stopped coughing things up, you could hear him taking a long, hard breath.

Hello! Heard You Are Looking For Requests So Here Is One! How About One Of The Hashiras (or All Of Them

๐Œ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข ๐Š๐š๐ง๐ซ๐จ๐ฃ๐ข

Mitsuri's heart broke as she saw you.

She would be at your side before you could even process that she was there.

She'd hold you close, whispering soft things to you as she gently rubbed your back.

She'd stay by your side the entire time.

She'd pat your back every now and again, making sure you were getting it all out.

She'd be silently sobbing, hoping you'd be okay in the end.

Once you stopped, she'd take her haori off, resting it on your shoulders.

Hello! Heard You Are Looking For Requests So Here Is One! How About One Of The Hashiras (or All Of Them

๐ˆ๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ ๐Ž๐›๐š๐ง๐š๐ข

Obanai would freeze up, panicking internally.

He didn't know whether to get Shinobu or do something himself.

Kaburamaru would notice this and gently slither off his shoulders to the ground.

He'd slither over to you, using almost all of his snake-like strength to push you up.

Once this happened, Obanai would snap out of it before running to you.

He was trembling, but held you up, as Kaburamaru gently slithered back to Obanai's shoulders.

Fright would be evident in his eyes even after you were okay.

Hello! Heard You Are Looking For Requests So Here Is One! How About One Of The Hashiras (or All Of Them

๐†๐ฒ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ข ๐‡๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฃ๐ข๐ฆ๐š

Gyomei wouldn't be able to.. see you.

So he'd hear your coughing, and the liquid escaping your lips and put two (2) and two (2) together.

Tears would spill from his eyes as he'd make his way toward you, lifting you up.

He'd set his beads to the side, gently holding your hair back as he let you let it all out.

Like some of the others, he'd wrap his haori around you.

He'd feel terrible, causing more tears to spill.

As soon as he heard the blood stop hitting the ground, he'd pull you close, gently rubbing your back.

Hello! Heard You Are Looking For Requests So Here Is One! How About One Of The Hashiras (or All Of Them

๐’๐š๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ข ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐š๐ ๐ฎ๐ณ๐š๐ฐ๐š

His fists would tighten, and his eyes would widen.

His footing would become unsteady as a gasp released from him.

Now, he wasn't particularly... inept in the whole physical health thing, but he could tell something was clearly wrong.

A small growl would come from him as he'd run to you, gently (well, gently for him) pushing your head downward with one hand and holding you up with the other.

He sat in front of you, a victim to the blood that spewed from you,

But that was fine, nothing he hadn't experienced before.

As soon as you calmed down, he'd pull you close, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he gently rocked the two of you back and forth.

Hello! Heard You Are Looking For Requests So Here Is One! How About One Of The Hashiras (or All Of Them

๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐จ๐›๐ฎ ๐Š๐จ๐œ๐ก๐จ

She'd freeze up.

Despite her intellect in the field of the human body, she wouldn't move.

Seeing you like this, reminded her so much of her sister.

Instead of staying to help you, she could help but.. leave.

She ran, as fast as she could back to the butterfly mansion.

She'd breathe heavily, her mind foggy with tears pooling in her eyes.

Her body would tremble as she'd slide down the wall, stopping when she sat on the floor.

Hello! Heard You Are Looking For Requests So Here Is One! How About One Of The Hashiras (or All Of Them

๐†๐ข๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฎ ๐“๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐จ๐ค๐š

He'd gasp lightly, his usual calm and stoic demeanor disappearing.

For the first time in forever, tears would pool in his eyes and gently slip from them.

He'd slowly make his way to you, lifting you up slightly and letting you cough it up.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his soft expression and the tears fall from his eyes.

It hurt him so bad to see you like this,

So bad that all he could think of doing was crying as he held you up.

His love for you was so intense, that it could cause him to do things he hadn't done in years.

Hello! Heard You Are Looking For Requests So Here Is One! How About One Of The Hashiras (or All Of Them

๐Œ๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐จ ๐“๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐จ

Muichiro's face wouldn't change.

He wouldn't know what to do.

He loved you, of course, but... how was he to help?

He watched as you choked on your own blood, feeling horrible that he didn't know what to do.

He was only fourteen, would you expect him to know?

He was trained to fight to protect humans from demons, but when it came to protecting the one he loved most?

He didn't know what to do.


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1 year ago

It was unbelievably loud.

Far too loud.

An earthquake had just started to rung out,

and for the first time ever,

the demon prosecutor,

the one and only,

Miles Edgeworth had ran toward you.

He had most definitely wanted to curl into a ball on the floor, he needed to.

Instead of doing so, he ran to you and hugged you toward his body.

In his PTSD-ridden state, he felt the urge to protect you from his biggest fear.

He treasured you, more than anything. He wouldn't allow you to be hurt like his father was.

Despite his intense quivering, his grip on you was tight, and he didn't plan to let you go until he was sure that you were safe.

It Was Unbelievably Loud.

border is not mine. and I have no idea where this came from...

it just popped into my head....


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10 months ago

God,I love the drunk Nari headcanons,I enjoy your writing so much!! Good luck with more writing,I hope you have a great day/night! - Not so anonymous anonymous โ™ฅ๏ธ

I hope you have a lovely day/night as well! Thank you very much for liking my writings! They're very fun to write!

11 months ago

Firefighter demonstrates how to put out a kitchen fire

5 months ago

I'm begging you to add Gravity Falls into your fandoms list, the show is awesome, and so is the mysteries in it

It is! Itโ€™s been awhile since Iโ€™ve seen it, but I have seen it!

1 year ago

Can I request floyd x gn reader? They're just out shopping for shoes and jewelry or something, since floyd likes shoes. Can you do mutual pining please??? Thankyou

Of course!!!

So, I'm not exactly good with mutual pining, but i tried my best!!!

Reader can be depicted as Yuu, but it's not exactly necessary!

Warnings ;; None, just kissing toward the end but nothing smutty, or even really suggestive

Relationship ;; Platonic, turned Romantic

Type ;; One-Shot, Kind Of a Short Story

Floyd Leech ;; Octavinelle ;; Second Year

Floyd Leech was known to be chaotic and loud and wild and scary. He was known across the entire school as one of the scariest men to ever attend Night Raven College. His height and sharp teeth caused everyone who saw him to flee, but not you.

Upon meeting you, Floyd was indeed shocked. Even more so when he realized what was going on in the present. Was he going soft? Was he becoming boring? And many more questions had flew through his head.

The moray was currently shopping for jewelry in the middle of a store, with someone who was nowhere near afraid of him. Someone who found him to be something like any normal person, and he would be lying if he said this hadn't shocked him.

You very much interested him, more so to the point of pure and utter infatuation. "...oyd? ...loyd? Floyd!" You chuckled, trying to gain his attention. Floyd blinked quickly, you bringing him from his thoughts. "Huh? Yeah? What's up, Shrimpy?" Floyd asked, looking down at you.

You gave a laugh, a soft blush painting both of your cheeks. "I said, how would these look on me?" You asked, holding up a pair of eel-themed earrings. Through your pining for the eel, you found yourself wanting and gravitating toward things that reminded you of him.

Floyd's brows furrowed for just a singular moment before a wide smile crossed his lips and he nodded enthusiastically. "Hell yeah, Shrimpy! They're perfect!" You couldn't help but find yourself blushing even more.

Within just a moment, you noticed Floyd's smile disappear and his eyebrows furrow. "C'mon, let's hurry up and get back to Ramshackle, or wherever." Of course, you simply thought this was one of Floyd's usual mood swings but he was really just excited to get back and actually have you all to himself.

Less than a half hour later, Floyd was taking you back to Ramshackle. Upon reaching the front door, he opened it for you and allowed you to walk in. He decided to stay because he was excited to see how the eel earrings looked on you.

You led him to your room, making useless conversation before sitting in front of a mirror and quickly putting them in. You soon stood and showed him the earrings.

You honestly didn't expect his lack of response, nor what he did after, but that's what Floyd is, unpredictable. He cupped your face, tilting your head up toward him. Within a small moment, he closed the gap between the two of you, his lips pressing against your own.


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1 year ago

Can you please reblog if your blog is a safe place for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, asexual, aromantic, pansexual, non binary, demisexual or any other kind of queer or questioning people? Because mine is.

1 year ago

Kny is great!! I lovr your work <33 ive actually been dying to see a angst/comfort fic where sanemi x reader get into an argument for whatever reason?? Creative liberties on that one idk ๐Ÿ˜ญ but then they make up after a while. I didnt see any kny-specific character list that you write for, so if sanemi isnt up your alley any character works, really. Thank youu <33

๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐›๐ฅ๐ž๐ฆ!!!

๐–๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: ๐€๐ซ๐ ๐ฎ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ, ๐€๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ/๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ, ๐’๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ, ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ, ๐Œ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐Œ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐€๐ง๐ฑ๐ข๐ž๐ญ๐ฒ/๐๐š๐ง๐ข๐œ ๐€๐ญ๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ค๐ฌ, ๐…๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ,

๐‘๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ: ๐‘๐จ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐œ

๐“๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ž: ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ญ(?) ๐’๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ

Kny Is Great!! I Lovr Your Work

"๐ˆ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.. ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ.."

๐’๐š๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ข ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐š๐ณ๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š

๐’๐š๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ข ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐š๐ณ๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ๐ง'๐ญ ๐š ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐š๐ง. ๐‡๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฏ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐š๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ง๐ž๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ. ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ฒ๐›๐ž ๐จ๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ, ๐ก๐ž'๐ ๐š๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง๐ ๐š ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ. ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ข๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ž๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ, ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.

๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐š ๐๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ง ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐š๐ฒ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ, ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ. ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐œ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐š๐ฌ๐ค ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ง๐ญ, ๐ข๐ญ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ. ๐‡๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฉ๐š๐ง๐ข๐œ ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ. ๐€ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐š ๐๐ž๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐œ๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐จ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐Œ๐š๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง. ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ข๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐›๐š๐, ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ. ๐‡๐ž ๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ง๐ฒ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ.

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ค๐ฌ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐จ๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐š๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐š๐ข๐ ๐š ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ. ๐€๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐š ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ, ๐ก๐ž ๐๐ข๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฌ๐š๐ฒ ๐š๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐›๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฅ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ.

๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ข๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ง, ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ž๐œ๐ข๐๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ. ๐‡๐ž ๐๐ข๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ . "๐’๐š๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ข?" ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ ๐š๐ฌ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐จ๐จ๐ซ ๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ค ๐จ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง. "๐๐จ๐ญ ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ.." ๐‡๐ž ๐ก๐ฎ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐, ๐œ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐จ๐จ๐ซ ๐›๐ž๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ. "๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐š๐ณ๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š, ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž." ๐’๐š๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ข ๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐›๐ฒ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐š๐ญ ๐ง๐ž๐ฑ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ.

๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ž๐, "๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ'๐ฌ... ๐ ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ..? ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ'๐ฏ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ฌ๐จ.. ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž-" ๐’๐š๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ข ๐œ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ, ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ž. "๐Ž๐ก, ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ˆ'๐ฏ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ?" ๐•๐ž๐ง๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ, "๐Œ๐š๐ฒ๐›๐ž ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ ๐›๐ž๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ง ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐›๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐ง, ๐ฆ๐š๐ฒ๐›๐ž ๐ˆ'๐ ๐›๐ž ๐ญ๐š๐ฅ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ง!" ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ ๐š๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐๐ข๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐š๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ž๐. ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ญ, ๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ž๐ฒ๐ž๐ฌ. ๐๐จ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐š๐๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ.

๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐š๐ญ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐œ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐š ๐›๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ. ๐–๐š๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ? ๐–๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐›๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ? ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐จ๐จ๐ซ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง. ๐€๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐๐ข๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž, ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐ ๐œ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.

๐‡๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐›๐ซ๐จ๐ค๐ž ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐š ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ž๐œ๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐š๐ญ ๐ง๐ž๐ฑ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ. "๐ˆ'๐ฆ... ๐ฌ๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ." ๐‡๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ข๐, ๐ ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐š๐ซ๐ฆ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ก๐š๐ง๐. "๐ˆ'๐ฏ๐ž.. ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ฌ๐จ ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค ๐š๐ง๐.. ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐ˆ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ข๐ญ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ." ๐‡๐ž ๐›๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ, ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ค๐ง๐ฎ๐œ๐ค๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ.

"๐ƒ๐จ.. ๐ˆ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐š๐œ๐ญ ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐›๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ...?" ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ, ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ž๐ค๐ฌ. ๐‡๐ž ๐›๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ž๐, ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฒ. "๐๐จ, ๐ง๐จ.. ๐ˆ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐ง๐จ๐ญ. ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ž." ๐…๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ, ๐’๐š๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ข'๐ฌ ๐ฏ๐จ๐ข๐œ๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐. ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง, ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฌ. ๐๐ž๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฌ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ž๐.

๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ž๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐ž๐ฐ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐ž๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐’๐š๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ข ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐œ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ. ๐‡๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ, ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ-๐ฌ๐จ-๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ. ๐‡๐ž ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ก๐š๐ข๐ซ. "๐ˆ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.. ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ.."


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๐Ž๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ค๐ง๐ž๐ž๐ฌ.

๐’๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž.

๐ˆ'๐ฏ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ซ๐ž๐ฐ๐š๐ญ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Š๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐๐จ ๐˜๐š๐ข๐›๐š.

๐๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐Š๐๐˜ ๐ซ๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ.


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