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๐—ฑ๐—ผ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜, ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜€๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—บ๐˜† ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ธ

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โžท= angst

โ= smut

โ˜ ๏ธŽ= triggering topics (๐˜„๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ต ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ)

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james โ€œbuckyโ€ barnes

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loki lafeyson

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druig

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peter parker

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ivar the boneless

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aegon ii targaryen

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aemond โ€œone eyeโ€ targaryen

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daemon targaryen

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jon snow

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sandor clegane

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kylo ren

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poe dameron

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tmnt raph

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3 years ago

๐“๐€๐Š๐„ ๐Œ๐˜ ๐๐‘๐„๐€๐“๐‡

โ†ณ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ด๐˜‚๐—ฒ

๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ๐˜€ || 1.4K+

๐˜€๐˜‚๐—บ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜† || y/n and sprite get adopted, and y/n gets accepted into his dream school eternal university, where unbeknownst to himโ€ฆ. Heโ€™ll meet the love of his life.

๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€ || mentioned house fire, slight talks of trauma, anxiety

๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐˜‚ || college!druig x college! selective mute!male reader

๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ || this story will contain triggering subjects, if you are easily triggered this may not be the story for you, if you can relate to any of the topics this series is/will be discussing I am so sorry, just know you are not alone and itโ€™s okay to ask for help. Also, if you would like to be tagged, feel free to ask. And all sign language will be in orange.

this story was inspired by @siempre-bucky โ€˜s fic called โ€œyour eyesโ€ฆโ€ i couldnโ€™t get the idea of a druig college au out of my head, after I read it, itโ€™s amazing and I suggest you read it.

๐—ถ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ธ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ, ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜€๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ, ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜‡๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜†๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜†

๐“๐€๐Š๐„ ๐Œ๐˜ ๐๐‘๐„๐€๐“๐‡
๐“๐€๐Š๐„ ๐Œ๐˜ ๐๐‘๐„๐€๐“๐‡

๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ด๐˜‚๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ฟ ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ

Gilgamesh and Thena had always wanted kids, unfortunately after trying for almost a year after their wedding, they both got zero results. After consulting with doctors they found out that Thena, was unable to conceive children of her own. The couple was obviously devastated but, they didn't give up they started looking for other options, along the way they remembered they're friend Ajax, and how she had adopted her children.

ย  ย ย  Ajax had also always wanted children, but due to her late husband dying before they could, and her not being able to give her heart to another, she decided to adopt children. She had adopted five children phastos (the oldest,) sersi, kingo, makkari and druig (the youngest.) they hadnโ€™t visited much, due to the fact that theyโ€™re schedules never lined up, it was a lot easier to see each other when Ajaxโ€™s children were younger, before they had activities of their own.

After a very emotional call, Thena and Gilgamesh found the adoption agency Ajax used, after a lot of talking they decided that they wanted to adopt an older child, Thena had done a lot of research and found, that older children don't always get adopted because everyone wants a new baby.

When Thena told Gilgamesh of this he was off the wall excited, not that older children weren't getting chosen but, that they were getting the process started. They both filled out all the applications, and background checks, before they knew it they were visiting with children.

The couple must have seen hundreds of children, wellโ€ฆ thatโ€™s an exaggeration but it was a lot, they just didnโ€™t feel the spark, that those were their children. Thena was beginning to lose hope, Gilgamesh was still trying to be strong and optimistic for them both, so he booked one last visitation.

They showed up early and began to speak to the man in charge, they then looked at some kids until they found one in the corner. A teenager who was sitting my himself, he didnโ€™t look all that pleased to be there either, the couple made their way over to him only to be stopped by the man in charge.

โ€œOh, I should warn you both about that young man, y/n is his name heโ€™s 13 andโ€ฆ heโ€™s mute.โ€ The man told the couple.

โ€œOh does he know sign language? Our friend has a daughter whoโ€™s deaf so, we learned sign awhile ago.โ€ Gilgamesh asked the man.

โ€œHe does but he wonโ€™t try to, he has a sister sheโ€™s in our infant and toddler section, he refuses to be adopted without her.โ€ The man replied.

โ€œWhat happened to their parents?โ€ Thena asked holding onto her husbands arm.

โ€œThere was a house fire, their parents didnโ€™t make it, y/n has been mute since apparently he saw what happened, only really told the police and his therapist what happened.โ€ The man explained.

The couple took one look at each other, almost as if they could read each otherโ€™s minds, before telling the man they would like to speak to the boy.

โ€œHello my name is Thena, this is my husband Gilgamesh, weโ€™re interested in adopting you.โ€ She signed.

โ€œNo thank you.โ€ The boy signed back politely.

โ€œNot even if we said we were interested, in both you and your little sister?โ€ Gilgamesh signed with a soft smile, this statement clearly caught the boyโ€™s attention, which made the couple smile at the look of hope on his face.

โ€œReally?โ€ Y/n asked, trying hard to keep his face neutral, but he couldnโ€™t help being excited. No one had ever wanted both of them, they always wanted sprite because she was so young. Thankfully the centre they were housed in, didnโ€™t feel it was right to separate the siblings.

โ€œWeโ€™ve always wanted two kids, and Iโ€™m unable to have them myself, if youโ€™ll let us weโ€™d like to take you and your sister home today.โ€ Thena spoke hopefully.

Y/n could help it, he smiled so big and bright it warmed the couples hearts, he nodded his head super hard before grabbing their hands, dragging them from the room to take them to the toddler centre, showing off his baby sister like she was a trophy, It was then that the couple realized, they couldnโ€™t have made a better choice if they tried.

๐“๐€๐Š๐„ ๐Œ๐˜ ๐๐‘๐„๐€๐“๐‡

Growing up with Thena and Gilgamesh was a blessing, y/n and sprite couldn't have asked for better parents, the couple could remember the first time the toddler called them mama and daddy, they were overjoyed. It took a little longer for y/n to called them as such, not that they expected him to right away, they knew he still remembered his birth parents and didn't push, but on one gloomy day the rain pouring outside. Thena had been on her way home from work, sprite was colouring at the kitchen table, and Gilgamesh was cooking dinner.

ย  ย  ย  Y/n was so in tune with his phone he didn't even second guess his actions, he clapped his hands to get the mans attention, when Gilgamesh turned around he saw his son signing "dad whens dinner gonna be ready?" He asked, the question made Gilgamesh pause, looking over at the boy who was too invested in his phone, to truly realize what he had just called the man.

ย  ย ย  A smile appeared on the mans face, before he told his son that dinner would be ready any minute, as soon as Thena got home Gilgamesh had pulled her aside, the kids eating at the table while he shared the news, Thena couldn't have been more excited for her partner.

From then on they were called mom and dad, the couple couldn't have been happier, they provided the best care for both children, making sure y/n got the best therapist for his trauma and anxiety, getting sprite into the best soccer team when she expressed her love for the sport, and the kids were truly grateful.

ย  ย  ย  Y/n loved his parents and always made sure they knew it, y/n went out of his way to do things with both of his parents, he went boxing with his warrior of a mother on the weekends at her gym, and whenever he could heโ€™d cook with his dad often suggesting new recipes for them to try.

As the two children grew up they still continued to be close to their parents, they werenโ€™t like other kids. Y/n and sprite felt comfortable enough to tell their parents any and everything, and they did. No matter how โ€œtmiโ€ the information might have been they told them, they were a very close family.

That closeness mixed with years of therapy, allowed y/n to finally feel comfortable enough to talk when he was 17, only to his family of course but that was a huge step, one that his family celebrated by his father making him a cake, and his mother getting him a ring, an anxiety ring to be specific, one which had the words โ€œI am strongโ€ engraved on the inside of it. The whole party and the gift had made y/n feel so loved, that he collapsed into his parents and sob tears of joy.

๐“๐€๐Š๐„ ๐Œ๐˜ ๐๐‘๐„๐€๐“๐‡

Last summer on a very humid day, the family had decided to stay inside, enjoying each other's company while watching movies, y/n got a notification on his phone, he would've ignored the notification had he not seen who it was from, eternal university.

ย  ย  ย ย  His shocked but also anxious face caught his sister's attention, "what's your problem spaze?" Sprite asked with a smirk.

ย  ย  ย  "Hey! Don't talk to your brother like that." Gilgamesh playfully told his daughter.

ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  "Honey what's wrong?" Thena asked moving to sit beside him.

ย  ย  ย  ย  He turned his phone to show his mother, her face lit up at the notification. "Well what are you waiting for? Open it honey." She told him, not hiding her excitement.

ย  ย  ย ย  "Open what?" Sprite asked, both her and Gilgamesh moving to standing behind him, their facing also lighting up at the screen.

ย  ย  ย  "Go on, open it. No matter what it says, just know that we love you and we're proud of your regardless." Gilgamesh told his son, lightly squeezing his shoulders.

Y/n opened the email and began to read out loud, โ€œweโ€™re pleased to inform you thatโ€ฆ.โ€ After seeing that his family started celebrating, y/n himself was in shock. Not because he was a bad student, or that he was dumb because he wasnโ€™t, he just hadnโ€™t dreamed that he would actually get into his dream school, it felt like this was an illusion and that any minute, he would look down and see that he had read the email wrong.

And just like that, his life had changed again, and he quickly realized that it meant he would be away from home, he couldnโ€™t speak to people, and he wouldnโ€™t know there. The once excitement and joy, quickly turned to fear and sadness.

๐“๐€๐Š๐„ ๐Œ๐˜ ๐๐‘๐„๐€๐“๐‡

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3 years ago

๐“๐€๐Š๐„ ๐Œ๐˜ ๐๐‘๐„๐€๐“๐‡ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“

๐“๐€๐Š๐„ ๐Œ๐˜ ๐๐‘๐„๐€๐“๐‡ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“

๐“๐€๐Š๐„ ๐Œ๐˜ ๐๐‘๐„๐€๐“๐‡ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“

๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด || college!druig x college!selective mute!male reader

๐˜€๐˜‚๐—บ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜† || y/n who is selective mute, and the adopted son of Thena and Gilgamesh, moves away from home to start school at eternal university, what happens when he meets druig, the adopted son of his parents friend Ajax.

๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€ || ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ด๐˜‚๐—ฒ || ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ || ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐˜„๐—ผ || ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ || ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ || ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ||

๐“๐€๐Š๐„ ๐Œ๐˜ ๐๐‘๐„๐€๐“๐‡ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“

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3 years ago

Can i request what would druigโ€™s reaction be to having a secret love child with a fellow eternal?

Of course, Iโ€™ll get to work on writing it when I get off work today ๐Ÿฅฐโค๏ธ

3 years ago

๐๐€๐•๐ˆ๐†๐€๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐

โ†ณ ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น๐—ผ ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€

๐๐€๐•๐ˆ๐†๐€๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐

๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜ || ๐—บ๐˜† ๐˜€๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ณ๐˜†

โ†ณ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ผ ๐—ฎ๐—บ ๐—ถ ? || my name is liza, i am 23 years old, I go by she/her pronouns and I am a raging homosexual.

โ†ณ ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ || some of the works may contain triggering content to viewers, it will be specified in the description, of the work in my masterlist, as well as in the warnings on the top of each post. If you are easily triggered, I recommend maybe not reading those stories :)

โ†ณ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ ๐—œ ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—พ๐˜‚๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐˜€ ? || as of right now yes! I will write what you guys want me to write about, with characters you want (if I know who they are of course.) My asks are open and you will remain anonymous, so feel free to leave a request. (I will write for plus size readers, poc readers and lgbtq+ readers)

โ†ณ ๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜†๐˜€ || normal publishing days for my works, will be the first and last day of each month. Unless, I finish my works early then, they will be published on the day of completion.

โ†ณ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ถ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ปโ€™๐˜ ๐˜„๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ || I will not be writing about underage relationships, incest, pedophilia, necrophilia, etc.

โ†ณ ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ณ๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ || this blog is a safe space for anyone, who happens to come across it. People who cannot treat others with kindness, and respect them will be blocked. I will not be putting up with any hatred or bullying of any kind (This includes things like: homophobia, transphobia, sexism, racism and any other kind of hatred)

โ†ณ ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿด+ || this blog is 18+, I would ask you all to respect that however, I know that not everyone cares and will read it anyway. As a result, I will be blocking minors/ people who I think are minors, nothing personal I just know first hand, what the effects of being introduced to explicit content can do at too early of an age.

๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™–๐™ก๐™ก ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™—๐™š๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™จ๐™–๐™ž๐™™, ๐™๐™–๐™ฅ๐™ฅ๐™ฎ ๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ!

11 months ago

With season 2 of HOTD coming up. Let's remember the following :

Do not send hate / r@pe / de@th threats to the actor's, they are just doing their jobs. ( Just like the worker at the check-out register is doing their's. )

Do not send hate / r@pe / d@ath threats to other members of the fandom because you have a different opinion ( liking a team and or character, on horrific events, etc. )

This is all fake. It's a fictional TV show. None of it is real. ( Let's say this again for those who cannot hear me ) NONE ๐Ÿ‘ OF ๐Ÿ‘ IT ๐Ÿ‘ IS ๐Ÿ‘ REAL ๐Ÿ‘

The actor's are not their character's. ( Example ) Tom and Ewan ARE NOT Aegon and Aemond. Tom and Ewan are REAL PEOPLE you can see on the street. Aegon and Aemond are people you ONLY SEE IN THE TV SHOW / BOOKS.

With Season 2 Of HOTD Coming Up. Let's Remember The Following :
With Season 2 Of HOTD Coming Up. Let's Remember The Following :

Real People v.s. Fictional Character's

There is no shame in simping / lusting over a character / actor in that role and still acknowledge their faults. You can be like "Tom is hot as Aegon, but I can still acknowledge that Aegon is a bad person in the TV Show and done some truly bad things." or "Matt Smith is so hot as Daemon, but I can still acknowledge that Daemon has done some bad things."

Are we all good? Great! ENJOY YOUR FAV HOT TARGARYEN / HIGHTOWER / VELARYON / STARK / WHOEVER WHEN THE SEASON COMES OUT.

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Tagging all the HOTD fans I know on here..

@lovelykhaleesiii

@fragileheartbeats

@nightvers

@zaldritzosrose

@lady-ashfade

@cayenne1

@youraverageaemondsimp

3 years ago

๐ˆโ€™๐Œ ๐๐Ž๐“ ๐Ž๐Š๐€๐˜ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“

๐ˆโ€™๐Œ ๐๐Ž๐“ ๐Ž๐Š๐€๐˜ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“

๐ˆโ€™๐Œ ๐๐Ž๐“ ๐Ž๐Š๐€๐˜ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“

๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด || modern!ivar x reader

๐˜€๐˜‚๐—บ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜† || Hvitserk finds out that his best friend from college, is in an abusive relationship. With no room at his apartment he asks his brother ivar, to let her use the empty room in his until she gets back on her feet.

fanfic ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜†๐—น๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜

parts || ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ณ๐—ผ || ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ด๐˜‚๐—ฒ || part ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ || part ๐˜๐˜„๐—ผ || part ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ || part ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ || part ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ || part ๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜… || ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป || ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜ || ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ || ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ป

๐ˆโ€™๐Œ ๐๐Ž๐“ ๐Ž๐Š๐€๐˜ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“

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3 years ago

๐ƒ๐Ž๐Œ๐„๐’๐“๐ˆ๐‚ ๐•๐ˆ๐Ž๐‹๐„๐๐‚๐„

โ†ณ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐˜/๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฝ

๐ƒ๐Ž๐Œ๐„๐’๐“๐ˆ๐‚ ๐•๐ˆ๐Ž๐‹๐„๐๐‚๐„

๐ƒ๐Ž๐Œ๐„๐’๐“๐ˆ๐‚ ๐•๐ˆ๐Ž๐‹๐„๐๐‚๐„

โ†ณ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ?

๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—บ โ€˜๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒโ€™ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ ๐—ฐ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ฝ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐˜† ๐—ฎ ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ด๐—ฎ๐—ฝ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—บ. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ. ๐——๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—บ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฝ๐—ต๐˜†๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—น, ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜…๐˜‚๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ฝ๐˜€๐˜†๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ.

๐—™๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—บ๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ?

๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ

๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ

๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ-๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ต ๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—น๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€, ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—บ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป (โ€˜๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐˜‚๐—บ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ปโ€™) ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฒ.

๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—บ๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—น๐˜‚๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฝ๐˜€๐˜†๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด.

๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ

๐—ช๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—บ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฝ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐˜€. ๐—›๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป, ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฑ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐˜† ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜€๐—ผ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ. ๐——๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ฐ๐—ฐ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฝ๐˜€. ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ

๐—”๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐˜† ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ, ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜†๐˜€. ๐—™๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ฒ๐˜…๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฒ, ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ป๐—ผ ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐˜€. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—น๐˜ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ.

๐ƒ๐Ž๐Œ๐„๐’๐“๐ˆ๐‚ ๐•๐ˆ๐Ž๐‹๐„๐๐‚๐„

โ†ณ ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐˜€

๐—ข๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฒ, ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—น๐˜† ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฌ ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜‚๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ต๐˜†๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—จ๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ๐˜€. ๐——๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐˜†๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ, ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฒ๐—พ๐˜‚๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฌ ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—น๐—น๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป.

๐Ÿญ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐Ÿฐ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐Ÿญ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐Ÿต ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ฒ๐˜…๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฝ๐—ต๐˜†๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ, ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐˜ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜…๐˜‚๐—ฎ๐—น ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ, ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ/๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐˜๐˜€ ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ต ๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ท๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐˜†, ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ณ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€, ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜-๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€ ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐˜€, ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜…๐˜‚๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐˜† ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜€๐—บ๐—ถ๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜€, ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ฐ.

๐Ÿญ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐Ÿฏ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐Ÿญ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐Ÿฐ ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฒ๐˜…๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—บ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฝ๐—ต๐˜†๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—น๐˜‚๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜€ (๐—ฒ.๐—ด. ๐˜€๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด, ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด, ๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด) ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ "๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ."

๐Ÿญ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐Ÿณ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐Ÿญ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฑ ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ท๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ.

๐Ÿญ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฌ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ. ๐——๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฎ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐˜€.

๐Ÿญ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐Ÿฐ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐Ÿญ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐Ÿณ ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ต๐˜†๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ (๐—ฒ.๐—ด. ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด, ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด, ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด) ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ฟ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฒ.

๐ƒ๐Ž๐Œ๐„๐’๐“๐ˆ๐‚ ๐•๐ˆ๐Ž๐‹๐„๐๐‚๐„

โ†ณ ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฝ ๐—ฎ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ/๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—น๐˜† ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ฝ?

๐—น๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ต๐˜†: listen to the persons story without jumping to, problem-solving or offering them โ€œsilver linings.โ€instead of offering your advice, acknowledge their pain and how difficult their situation must be to go through.

๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ปโ€™๐˜ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—ท๐˜‚๐—ฑ๐—ด๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฎ๐—น: someone in an abusive relationship, may already be dealing with feelings of inadequacy, as well as shame. Asking questions like โ€œwhy donโ€™t you just leave?โ€ Can push your friend/family member away, in a time when they need you the most.

๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ป ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ธ๐˜€: if you find it hard to not be judgmental, donโ€™t worry you are not alone but, no one ever intends to get into an abusive relationship and, you canโ€™t always spot an abuser right off the bat. It can be very helpful to learn the dynamics of domestic violence, the power and control the abusers have over their victims, which can make it difficult and dangerous for the victims to leave.

๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ธ ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ป: asking them how you can support them, is a great way to show the victim you are there for them. Abuse can make a person feel powerless, so letting them know you trust them to do whatโ€™s right for them, a loved one saying that can help them gain some power back.

๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด: a victim of abuse is most likely already overwhelmed, the idea of leaving can be even more overwhelming. Having knowledge about resources for them to get additional help, when they are ready for it, your best bet is to slowly and step by step encourage them into leaving.

๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ณ: as selfish as it sounds, you need to make sure your okay during this type of situation. A lot of people donโ€™t understand that, watching someone you love and care about being abused, can take its own emotional toll on you. Make sure you know your limits, it is okay to set boundaries and look for support of your own.

๐ƒ๐Ž๐Œ๐„๐’๐“๐ˆ๐‚ ๐•๐ˆ๐Ž๐‹๐„๐๐‚๐„

โ†ณ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ป ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ฝ๐˜€

๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ?

๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฏ๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฒ

๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ? ( different website than the first)

๐˜€๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜ + ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—บ ๐—ฒ๐—ณ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฏ๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฒ

๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜…๐˜‚๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜€๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—บ (๐˜€๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฝ๐—ฝ) (๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ฝ ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ)

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๐ˆโ€™๐Œ ๐๐Ž๐“ ๐Ž๐Š๐€๐˜

โ†ณ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐˜„๐—ผ

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๐˜€๐˜‚๐—บ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜† || Ivarโ€™s work stress causes him to yell at someone on the phone, which triggers y/nโ€™s ptsd.

๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€ || yelling, mentions of bruises, crying, ptsd.

๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด || modern ivar x reader

๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ || this story will contain triggering subjects, if you are easily triggered this may not be the story for you, if you can relate to any of the topics this series is/will be discussing I am so sorry, just know you are not alone and itโ€™s okay to ask for help. Also, if you would like to be tagged, feel free to ask.

๐—ถ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ธ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ, ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜€๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ, ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜‡๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜†๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜†

๐ˆโ€™๐Œ ๐๐Ž๐“ ๐Ž๐Š๐€๐˜
๐ˆโ€™๐Œ ๐๐Ž๐“ ๐Ž๐Š๐€๐˜

regular pov:

The drive to Ivar's apartment was silent, not an uncomfortable silence, but rather a calming one for her. Y/n realized she would need to embrace the quiet, recalling the time Hvitserk told her about Ivar's preference for solitude compared to her sociable nature.

Y/nโ€™s mind had been racing the whole drive, she couldnโ€™t help it. She was scared, terrified sheโ€™d end up right back to square one, and although on a subconscious level she knew if Hvitserk trusted Ivar with her, then he knew she wasnโ€™t in any danger. Itโ€™s just, once those thoughts start itโ€™s hard to make them stop. She had to really sit there, her eyes closed and internally repeat to herself, โ€œIโ€™m safe with Ivar, He isnโ€™t going to hurt me.โ€

It wasnโ€™t until she opened her eyes, and bravely looked over at him, only to see they were stopped at a red light, and that he was slightly smiling at her. This funny enough was what reassured her that staying with Ivar was safe, allowing her mind to finally find peace.

Upon arriving at his apartment, Ivar led y/n to a beautifully decorated room, though not her usual style, she chose not to voice any complaints. After a moment of silence between the two, Ivar took the hint and excused himself to start preparing dinner.

Ivar, was not known for his culinary skills but, decided to cook a meal for both of them, opting for a basic recipe y/n found online. Despite it not being gourmet, he figured the effort and thought behind the meal would count more than its taste.

Y/n unpacked her stuff and laid back on the queen size bed, after about a half an hour ivar called y/n for dinner, after repeating himself several times he got annoyed, thinking the girl was ignoring him he went into the room, only to see the girl passed out on the bed.

He smiled to himself at how peaceful she looked like this, he then grabbed a blanket and draped it over her body. He walked back out and ate alone before going to bed himself, as he laid in bed he thought about y/n, how approach having her here and how to make her comfortable, he knew that if he didnโ€™t Hvitserk would have an absolute fit and, thatโ€™s not something ivar wanted to deal with.

๐ˆโ€™๐Œ ๐๐Ž๐“ ๐Ž๐Š๐€๐˜

Y/n awoke feeling completely refreshed and cozy. A sense of calm washed over her, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a while. As she sat up, she noticed a blanket draped over her that she didn't remember grabbing. After stretching, she made her way into the living room.

Having not explored the apartment the night before, she took in the modern yet simply decorated space, a style she found herself drawn to. Wanting to show her gratitude to Ivar for her stay, she decided to whip up a breakfast of bacon, French toast, and coffee. She got to work swiftly in the kitchen.

Ivar awoke to a delightful aroma filling the apartment, accompanied by soft music drifting through the air. After getting out of bed and grabbing his crutches, he made his way to the kitchen. Stepping into the spacious room, he found y/n cooking and dancing around with joy, a sight that he couldn't help but find adorable and carefree. A grin naturally spread across his face as he relished this side of you.

He appreciated this carefree and happy version of you, contrasting with the timid and reserved girl he had encountered the day before. Leaning against the nearby wall, the thud of his shoulder meeting the surface caused y/n to swiftly turn around to face him.

"Oh, umm, I apologize if I woke you up. I just wanted to express my gratitude for letting me stay here. My mom always believed that a homemade meal brings everyone joy , so..." she murmured softly as he approached.

"Don't apologize, you didn't wake me. I'm an early riser anyway. What's cooking?" He inquired before settling onto one of the seats at the island.

"French toast, bacon, and coffee are my go-to breakfast favorites. If you're not a fan, I can whip up something else for you," she responded with a bashful smile.

"No, that's perfect. What you've prepared sounds absolutely delicious," he assured her with a smile.

Y/n couldn't help but steal glances at him as he settled down, engrossed in his phone. He was undeniably attractive, clad only in black sweatpants that revealed his muscled torso adorned with intricate black ink. Every tattoo seemed to captivate her; she found them all stunning and impeccably positioned.

She plated his meal and served him, handing him his coffee along with all the fixings so he could customize it to his liking. She opted for this approach to avoid any mishaps with his coffee that might upset him. She had learned her lesson when she attempted to get Lucasโ€™s coffee order right, that hadnโ€™t ended all that well for her. They sat together in silence, enjoying their meal, while y/n's thoughts wandered freely.

It was a reasonable concern, given all the stories Hvitserk had shared about Ivar. She was aware of his temper but believed he would never harm a woman. Despite this, she couldn't shake off her fear. Having experienced the brutality of a stronger man firsthand for some time now, she was determined to ensure her own safety. Meeting Ivar just the day before, her knowledge of him was limited to what Hvitserk had disclosed, which wasn't much due to his respect for his brother's privacy.

๐ˆโ€™๐Œ ๐๐Ž๐“ ๐Ž๐Š๐€๐˜

After breakfast, y/n was washing the dishes while Ivar sat in the living room, engaged in a phone call discussing the need for the higher-ups to "get their shit together." She was aware that he primarily worked from home, only occasionally having to go into the office due to his role being one of said higher-ups. Understanding that his work was not her concern, she proceeded to dry and put away the dishes.

Within minutes, the shouting began, causing her to freeze in place. She instinctively shut her eyes, as if a movie started playing behind her eyelids. Vivid memories surfaced, recalling all the instances when Lucas would raise his voice at her, each violent outburst leading to even more distressing situations.

As Ivar was yelling over the missing money from one of their accounts, y/n found herself trapped in her own distressing thoughts, her hands trembling and breathing becoming erratic.

Feeling overwhelmed, she abandoned the dishes, retreated to her room, gathered some toiletries, and made her way to the bathroom, where she turned on the shower.

Seated on the shower floor, with the water cascading over her head, she curled up in a fetal position, shaking and crying while attempting to regulate her breathing. The deep breaths caused pain, especially from the sizable bruise on her ribcage. She tried to stifle her sobs, not wanting Ivar to hear them, she knew it wasnโ€™t his fault she reacted this way, and she knew he wasnโ€™t angry at her but, she was finding it hard to ๏ฟผrationalise that in her mind.

It would appear her mind couldnโ€™t comprehend that Ivar wasnโ€™t going to hurt her, y/n hadnโ€™t realized until now just how much Lucas had messed up itโ€™s her mind, she couldnโ€™t believe she had ended up in that type of relationship, she had always thought sheโ€™d be stronger than that. Y/n guessed that Lucas had taken advantage of her overly kind nature, using it to manipulate her over time, and that made her feel even more upset. Just like that, the sobs started up again and even harder then before.

๐ˆโ€™๐Œ ๐๐Ž๐“ ๐Ž๐Š๐€๐˜

After ending the call, Ivar was visibly furious, rising from the couch and flinging his phone onto a cushion before glancing towards the kitchen. The sink still held a stack of clean dishes, but y/n was nowhere to be seen not that he minded.

Contrary to his expectations, he hadn't anticipated her doing the dishes; in fact, he had offered to take care of them after their meal. It was y/n who insisted on handling the chore, stating, "It's only fair since I made the mess." Now, she had disappeared without a trace. Being the inquisitive man he was, Ivar set out to find her, checking her room first, then moving on to his own, which was usually off-limits. If she had chosen to explore the spacious apartment, he wouldn't be as hard on her as he wouldโ€™ve been with anyone else.

Having no luck in the other spare rooms, he explored the loft apartment he had all to himself. The vast space was both delightful and profoundly isolating for him. He cherished the roominess but couldn't shake off the feeling of loneliness it accentuated. As his mother would say โ€œWhat good was wealth if you couldn't share it with someone?โ€

Eventually, he reached the bathroom. The sound of running water led him to believe she was simply preparing for the day ahead. As he started to move away from the door, faint yet unmistakable sobs reached his ears from inside.

Initially puzzled by the sudden onset of her distress, he recalled her behavior when Hvitserk raised his voice in her apartment the previous day. Despite her initial shyness, she had appeared content this morning. It was only then that he realized his actions had led to her current state.

Ivar had caused many people cry, men, women, teenagers, even children if he raised his voice near them. He never regretted it before. He believed others deserved to experience the same brokenness he felt inside. Not exactly a healthy outlook and he knew that but, he wasnโ€™t about to change himself for people who didnโ€™t truly care about him. This however... listening to y/n cry because of him, seeing her pain from being reminded of such an awful person. It twisted Ivar's stomach in the worst way, made his heart halt in his chest, and stirred a protective urge in him, wanting to shield her from the world.

This sensation was foreign to him after a long time. It dawned on him that he needed to be mindful of his actions around her. Unbeknownst to them, but they would change eachother for the better, and together they would find a love, they had both been searching for almost their entire lives.

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