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sadlvrgrrl · 4 months

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𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐒 (.𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭)

a kili durin love story

when a young princess meets a dwarf without a home— she becomes his home.

・❥・ 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬

The pale light of the moon illuminated the city of King’s Landing, a dense blanket of snow covering the cobbled streets, tattered rooftops, and darkened alleyways underneath the crisp, starry sky. It was on this cold night that the Realm’s Delight was giving birth to her third child.

Her piercing cries of agony blended with the howling wind, creating a ghostly wail that flooded the halls of the Red Keep. At long last, the Realm’s Delight held her newborn in her arms with a gentle grasp, a beautiful princess, born at the stroke of midnight amidst a raging white storm. The child was a beacon of hope, a shining addition to the Targaryen dynasty.

Rhaenyra smiled softly as her finger caressed the soft cheeks of her daughter. The slight movement triggered a bubbly laugh to pour out the young child and a gummy smile to appear upon her face. Her tiny hands chased after her mother’s finger, eager to hold it, causing Rhaenyra to chuckle lightly to herself.

It was indeed a heartwarming scene of a mother and her daughter.

Her daughter. The daughter she longed for her whole life. Her beautiful, precious Valaerys.

(𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅...)

a/n: hello friends! this is a snippet of yet another hotd x lotr (the hobbit) crossover :) i jus' wanted to give ya'll a little snippet of a short story i've been working on between paragraphs of 'hidden' chapter three and i hope you guys enjoyed it and is hooked enough to come back and read the rest once it is posted <3 also, for my oc, valaerys, i pictured princess yue from the 2010 live action avatar: the last airbender as her faceclaim.

comments and feedbacks are very much welcome and appreciated !!

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sadlvrgrrl · 4 months

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𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃��𝐍 (.𝐢)

an aemond targaryen love story

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵(?), fluff

𝘸𝘤: 1449

prologue

・❥・

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚 𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞

(one year later)

The Stranger calmly made his way through the bloodied aftermath of a brutal storm, collecting the souls of the fallen. Their crimson blood stains the ground, becoming a haunting reminder that death will always be the inevitable outcome, an inescapable part of the cycle of life.

As he made his way from corpse to corpse, two men remained oblivious to his presence as they continued to speak amongst themselves. He recognizes them, having encountered the two before in the midst of another battle, how could he not forget when they had dragons. One of them perches on top of a hill, and like a hawk, he scouts the area for his next prey.

“Orcs,” The Stranger overhears The Sea Snake utter, “they are truly nasty creatures, bred for violence and destruction. With their brutish strength and savage temper, they relish on bloodshed and chaos. Their presence alone is a grim mnemonic of the darkness that lies within the hearts of some,” he paused, his dark eyes gazing out to the red mess they have created. The smell of blood lingers like mist, and smoke wafts in the air like fog. Gruesome remains of humans, horses, orcs, and wargs litters the battlefield. “We were truly lucky enough to have The Warrior guide us through this battle.”

“Where did they come from?” the other inquired, his eyebrows raised with interest. He was physically identical to The Sea Snake, but shorter and heedlessly ambitious. The Stranger also noticed that he was quite fond of inquisition.

“They are not native to these lands, hailing from Middle-earth.”

“Middle-earth?” he questions next. “What are they doing venturing this far North?”

“I do not know,” was the response, “for now, let us pray they were the only ones.”

“Father!” came a call from Laenor Velaryon, the dragon rider. His voice was laced with urgency. “A cave has been discovered, just to the north of here.”

The Stranger, now done with his task, turned his attention to the three men, his curiosity piqued by their recent discovery. He stood quietly, listening intensely.

“A cave?” the inquisitor, Vaemond Valeryon, repeated. “And who can this cave be home to?”

“Why don’t we have a look for ourselves, brother?” The Sea Snake did not wait for a response and set off, heading towards the cave. The Stranger follows close behind.

Corlys led the men into the cave cautiously. As they move deeper into the darkness, a foul odor hits them.

“What’s that stench?” Vaemond coughed and retched. “Smells of death!”

The Stranger gave the convulsing man an offended look. It is not he who smells of death, it is the decaying of the corpses. ‘Just wait till I come for you, Vaemond Valeryon, then you can tell me who smells of death.’ he grumbled in his head.

“Quiet. I hear something.” Corlys spoke. They stood still, their attention drawn to a faint sound of movements in the darkest corner of the cave. Corlys, being the leader, slowly approaches the area, his footsteps creeping carefully over the rocks and dirt. His eyes strained to catch a glimpse of anything amidst the darkness. The Stranger peaks over The Sea Snake’s shoulder, a familiar face comes into view.

The Warg Slayer.

She looks worse than when he last saw her. Her body was extremely frail and sick, with skin so pale yet soiled with dirt. The panic and fear on her face was visible, her body tensed. She was breathing heavily with short and frantic breaths.

It was a shocking and unsettling sight for the three men and The Stranger. She looked so trapped and helpless, like a small, frightened animal, and her only form of comfort was the brittle skeleton she clung tightly to.

Corlys was the only one to make a move. He approaches the girl, his footsteps slow and measured.

“It’s alright,” he spoke softly, leaving a short distance between the both of them. “I mean you no harm.”

The girl gave no response, but Corlys was determined to help her. He continued to approach, and the closer he got, the farther away she tried to be, but the wall wouldn’t let her go any further, so she chose to hide her face behind the skeleton in solace, like how a child would hide behind their mother for comfort.

“It’s alright,” he repeated. “Please, don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.” The others watched nervously as The Sea Snake went to bend a knee and reached out a hand towards the girl, her knuckles color white with terror as she gripped the skeleton tighter. The Stranger can see the wariness leaked out of Vaemond like vapor. He knows the knight wanted to call his brother back, but they both knew his pleas would go unheard.

“You’re safe now, little one.” Corlys whispered, his tone light and soft. Slowly, the girl’s head peeked from behind the skull, staring at the hand held out to her. Fear still lingers in her eyes, but she starts to calm. Her grip on the skeleton loosens as she slightly moves her own hand to his. With a gentle smile, Corlys carefully pulls the girl upon her feet.

“That’s it…I got you.” The Stranger watched the scene unfold before him. The Sea Snake’s tone was soft and soothing, and the Warg Sayers allowed herself to be held, allowing the warmth she had longed and forgotten find her once again. Then suddenly, the tranquil air was shattered by an orc storming into the cage with a savage battlecry, attacking and killing the scout who was standing guard. Laenor responded quickly, with one swift strike, the sharpness of his blade decapitated the orc’s head, but the sudden intrude startled The Warg Slayer, causing her to stumble back in fear. Within her haste, they all looked on in horror as she fell and hit her head on a rock, falling into darkness.

Corlys rushed to the girl, carefully cradling her into his arms but her body fell limp. His dark eyes widen as he follows the blood trickling down her head in an eerie manner. He instantly turned and rushed out of the cave, carrying the unconscious girl in his hand. Blood was spewing out of her at an alarming rate, and he knew he had to act fast.

“Corlys!” Vaemonds yells out, trailing after him with Laenor in tow. The Stranger lurks nearby, looming over The Sea Snake and The Warg Slayer. “And what do you think you are doing with that girl?” Vaemond's eyes filled with wariness and disgust as he stared at the injured girl in his brother’s arms. He couldn’t understand why Corlys wanted to risk his own safety for a stranger who could be dangerous. The fact that they had found her alone in a cave clinging onto a skeleton was enough for Vaemond’s suspicion and mistrust to fall upon her.

“She needs to be treated, quickly.” answered Corlys, his voice determined.

“How?” Vaemond grills on, falling into steps with his brother. “We are miles away from any neighboring lands.”

“I will take her,” chimed in Laenor, “I will fly her to Driftmark on Seasmoke.”

The offer had brought a glimmer of hope to Corlys as he was quickly overtaken with relief. Dragonback is the fastest way to get the girl the aid she needs, and in need is needed. Both men ran to the said dragon, who was standing proudly and towering in the distance. The Stranger admired him. The creature was a sight to behold, colored in pale silver-gray. Still young, but very nimble in the air. Laenor climbed atop his dragon smoothly. The mighty beast then lowered himself close to the ground for Corlys to hand the limp girl to Laenor’s waiting arms.

"Fly with haste, my son,” Corlys said. “Let this girl live on, and see the light of another day.”

And with those words, they shoot towards the burning sky, leaving a cloud of dust in their wake. Corlys watched on even after they had vanished into the fire. The Stranger remained a few moments more.

“Why are you saving her, Corlys?” The Sea Snake sighs, exhausted from hearing his brother’s relentless questioning.

“She is a child, Vaemond.” he answered. “It was the only right thing to do.”

But The Stranger saw into The Sea Snake’s soul, there was a pull he knew all too well from long ago. It was the same pull he had felt when he had first met The Warg Slayer long ago on a night he will never forget. And then, just as he had then, he quietly left.

Task once again fulfilled, but this time, his arms empty.

(𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅...)

a/n: hiii again, i apologize for the wait. i have been dealing with personal issues but i am slowly getting better! this chapter is longer than i expected it to be so i hope it didn't bore you. also, aemond's first appearance is coming up in the next chapter :)

happy new years !!

hoping that 2024 brings many joyous memories <3

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sadlvrgrrl · 7 months

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𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 (𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐕𝐄𝐑.)

a daemon targaryen love story

Every night, when the moon is full and bright, he dreams of the one he calls his light.

disclaimer: daemon is extremely ooc

𝘸𝘤: 723

・❥・

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Daemon Targaryen, the rogue prince of Westeros was far from pure. He was ruthless, stubborn, arrogant, and most of all, powerful. His blood was equivalent to a dragon, forged from the fiery pits of the seven hells. He was the deliverer of chaos and destruction, and no one was able to tame his savage inferno.

All until one; her.

She was the epitome of ethereal, a beauty so delicate, so pure in a way that she was too perfect for this world— too perfect for him. She was an angel forged of the purest light with hair as bright as the moon, skin as white as snow, and her eyes—

her eyes held magic.

Full of light, full of innocence, full of stars.

Starry eyes that had him hypnotized.

Starry eyes that made him stumble, but it was her smile that made him fall.

Starry eyes that had him vow to do anything in his power to keep their light kindle endlessly.

She was a blessing from the gods. A wish upon a shooting star. If he could, he would tear the whole world apart just to rebuild it brick by brick to a standard he deemed worthy of her existence. Worthy of her light— worthy of his light; Celethiel.

・❥・

Daemon follows the elen wisps through a sprawling forest, letting them guide his way with their light to their keeper. The tall trees towered over him, reaching into the heavens. Their branches weave together a dense canopy, shrouding the forest in shadow and only letting strings of moonlight spill through the gaps, filling the forest with a soft light.

As Daemon enters the clearing, his violet eyes instantly fall upon Celethiel sitting on a stone bench under a white willow tree. She was clad purely in white, and her hair was long and bright; like a moonlight river cascading down her back, casting a glow around her like a magical veil. The sight of her beauty was utterly spellbinding and mesmerizing, and Daemon was enchanted.

“Why do you linger in the shadows, my prince?” Said the enchantress. Her voice was silvery and melodious, like the sound of a fine harp.

“I only linger in the shadows not to hide from you, but to admire the beauty you emit, ñuha ōños.” said Daemon. “For you are a treasure of all treasures worth worshiping.”

A musical chuckle was the response; short and breathy. It filled Daemon with excitement, making him wanting more; more of her sweet melody of a harmonious mixture of grace and elegance.

While his eyes were fixed on her; hers was on the moon, gazing at it with a distant look of tranquility and longing. Daemon envied its fortune, for it had become the object of affections of the one he loved the most. Desiring nothing more than to be in the moon’s place so he can feel the touch of her eyes upon his own face. He walks up to Celethiel, and slowly kneels on the ground in front of her. Gently, he takes her hands in his. His warmth instantly melts the chillness of the night as their fingers interlace together.

“My love?” He said softly, his voice almost a whisper.

“The moon...it's light shines brighter than ever before,” She said. “Mother must be happy.”

“I believe it is you that shines brighter, my love.” He said, his voice filled with tenderness and love. But her eyes have yet to stray away from the moon.

Daemon sighed, feeling defeated by the hold the moon had over his light. He slowly brings her hands up to his cheeks, wanting to feel the softness of her touch. Then his lips met with her smooth and delicate skin, and it felt as if he was kissing the finest silks in all of Arda.

“Celethiel…please…please look at me,” he spoke timidly. “kostilus.”

Daemon Targaryen, a man known for his arrogance, had willingly turned his pride into sand. A man known for his steel strength is now bent by his passion. Upon his knees, he begs his beloved for her love. His whole world is consumed by the one he desires most; his light.

Then suddenly, as time seemingly to stand still, her gaze has finally met his. And for the first time that night, he saw the stars that graced the night sky.

(𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒅.)

a/n: a little story info, celethiel is a valar; daughter of manwë and varda. instead of varda being associated with the stars, she represents the moon. i really hope you guys enjoyed this, and I'm so sorry it's short. i just haven't been getting enough inspiration and motivation to develop a fixed plot. maybe one day i'll come back to add on to this story.

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sadlvrgrrl · 7 months

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𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

a potential daemon targaryen love story

full version

𝘸𝘤: 209

・❥・

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

All until one; her.

her eyes held magic.

Full of light, full of innocence, full of stars.

Starry eyes that had him hypnotized.

Starry eyes that had him vow to do anything in his power to keep their light kindle endlessly.

Starry eyes that made him stumble, but it was her smile that made him fall.

(𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅...?)

a/n: posting this because my aemond story is taking longer than expected ._. this is not my best work (because i dont have any) but i do love me some daemon, and surpriiiiiseee, this is another hotd x lotr crossover because i am obsess and unhinged. i do not know if i will be continuing this story (reason: this is a pretty old wip that i've been kind of avoiding for a while now and the writing is kinda yucky too) but we'll seeeeeee :)

update: guess who's posting the final version...(not me) jkjk, I will be in a few days haha, just gotta do some rewriting here and there and boom; signed, sealed, and delivered it's yours (to read ofc...pls dont steal my work, that is a big no no)

update: full version is posted!

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sadlvrgrrl · 7 months

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"It takes courage and conviction for a flower to bloom in the midst of fire, but when it does, it shines with a beauty that cannot be rivaled."

#aemond targaryen #aemond the kinslayer #aemond one eye #aemond aesthetic #hotd #hotd aemond #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen moodboard #hotd moodboard #romanticism #renaissance #lord of the rings #lotr #lotr moodboard #the hobbit #the hobbit moodboard

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sadlvrgrrl · 7 months

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𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 (.𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆)

an aemond targaryen love story

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵

𝘸𝘤: 671

parts: i

・❥・

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐠 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫

Rain fell like an army of steel warriors as dark clouds began to fill the sky. It damaged the child's vision, her lungs burnt, and her limbs cried out to her to stop. But the voice in her head begged her to 'run, run, RUN.' So she kept running, dragging her mother's flimsy body through the dense forest. Blood fills her ears, making the torrential rain and her mother’s muffled groans blend into one long, whirring noise.

This however, caused her to not hear the beast’s heavy paws and crazed growls gaining momentum.

But her mother did.

…

By the time The Stranger arrived the rain had ceased to an end. He was met with a gruesome and macabre scene; chunks of flesh splattered all over the forest floor, bathing in their own puddle of blood. The warg laid unrecognizable, the fractured branch still lodged in its head. He speculated there were at least fifteen stab wounds, maybe even twenty. The last blow was the most brutal; the stick went through the beast’s head and punctured the ground.

But yet, this wasn’t the soul he was searching for.

His eyes wandered away from the warg and discovered a red trail. It traveled into a cave not far away, a snail could slither its way there in a span of two minutes. At the end, the trail transformed into a pool of blood surrounding a disfigured woman. Dead. Her face was savagely mauled by the beast. Stringed flesh dangled open, revealing throbbing globs of blood clots and her bare skull. The only thing recognizable was her half torn lips, to which you can see frayed stitches formerly sewn to keep her mouth shut. The rotting stench attracted a hoard of hungry flies eating away at the exposed meat and burrowing below to lay their eggs.

His gaze then traveled down, now noticing a little girl—the warg slayer. She had fallen asleep with her grief as she cradled her dead mother’s body in her arms. The Stranger felt a pull on his dormant heart, an inexplicable sense of pity towards the warg slayer. He was unsure of why he felt this way, as he had completely lost touch of humanity and became numb to the feeling of human emotions. And yet, this little girl stirred something deep within him, a part of his being that was stirring to life once again.

He approaches the mother’s body and reaches out to retrieve her soul, gently pulling it out of its still form and cradles it in his arms. Having collected many souls over the years, The Stranger pays no mind to most of them, merely just following his task, however, on very rare occasions he would come across a particular soul, one with a light that was too bright to be ignored, and this one was truly worthy of his attention. The soul glowed an ethereal light, its essence pure and untainted. As the light settled down, still emitting a soft glow, he was finally able to see the beauty that once inhabited the decimated body.

He observed the soul in his arms, it was truly unlike any he had seen before. Her features were lithe and graceful, yet sharp and angular. Her ears were pointed, and her skin fair and delicate. He knows of this race, but is not often exposed to them. The elves were magical beings. The first and eldest children of Ilúvatar, the fairest and wisest of all the earthly creations of Arda. Their souls were difficult and rare to collect, so he took it in a sense of respect and admiration, knowing that he had truly collected something precious.

He gave the warg slayer a final look, her expression was serene, too deep in slumber to notice her mother’s warmth had been taken away and was left with nothing but the shell of her body. So he left quietly and quickly with the soul in his arms, finally fulfilling his duty.

Maybe they’ll meet again, he thinks, but hopefully not soon.

(𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅...)

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘩𝘪, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 :) 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭. 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘥 𝘹 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 :) 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘢. 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦!

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