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#yandere solomon x reader
wishluc ยท 11 months
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I. Miss. Solomon.
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When you smile at Solomon, it feels like he's the only one you're looking at.
It isn't true, of course, because Mammon's got an arm around your shoulder, crowing about winning a bet of some kind, and Satan immediately gets your attention with yet another picture on his phone, but it gets too easy to pretend because you continue to sneak looks back at him and share a small, secretive smile with him, and what else would that mean?
The closeness of the demons does little to bother him. He's reassured by the knowledge that when the brothers finally retire for the day and you're allowed to leave, Solomon is the one who comes to walk you back. You believe that it's because he knows you're not the mysterious demon everyone makes you out to be, and that he's there to make sure you get home safe and provide company, but the possessive arm he has around you and the sharp, pointed gaze that linger on whichever of the brothers are at the door to see you off tells an entirely different story. None of them would dare tell you about their suspicions, however, not when it's abundantly clear that you hold him in higher regards to the rest.
Sometimes your smile catches him by surprise. His movements falter, spilling the tea he was pouring out for you the first time he catches you looking up at him with that fond expression, and though you later fuss over him and the hot liquid spilt over his hand, the moment is burned into his memory. It becomes a regular sight, too, as the two of you share a warm cup in Cocytus Hall after a hectic day of you working as an attendant. You smile at him, a lovely turn of your mouth, while recalling the adventures of the day, and Solomon holds the tranquil picture close to his heart.
Admittedly, the domesticity of it all is getting to him. (And to you, if your words are anything to go by). There's something enticing about knowing you'd be there to do the mundane tasks with him; cleaning, grocery shopping, and even cooking, despite how panicked you get sometimes. He starts letting you know when he's going shopping so the two of you can go together, and it quickly becomes a regular, anticipated event. Whether you were shopping for cutleries or groceries or a new pair of matching mugs after Mammon accidentally broke his, you always found a way to make it enjoyable. He thinks that he finds comfort in the normalcy of it all; you quickly stopping him from buying ingredients that are "too adventurous" or the cauldron that you claimed there was no space for. He finds that he likes doing all these activities with you, and most of all likes having you as a constant part of his daily life. He likes waking up to see you starting on breakfast already, insisting that he's been working too hard and that you'd cook instead, he likes the weight of your head on his shoulder during movie nights and he likes the knowing grin you shoot him when you hand him coffee in his mug.
These days, he anticipates seeing you smile at him. You turn to look at him, amused when you boldly tell Mammon that Solomon's your boyfriend (and he beams at you, proud and ecstatic at the blatant lie), and you offer him one of your sly grins when you're planning a way to annoy Lucifer again. The small one when you confess to him that you almost don't want to leave anymore, too, is dear to him. Your awkward, lopsided smiles when caught up in a situation you aren't too pleased about, too, are charming to witness, but the way you run over to him immediately after and push yourself into his side is even more delightful.
But his favorite one yet is the warm smiles that you share with him, when dinner turns out better than you'd hoped or when you successfully cast a spell. It's a heartwarming sight, all bright and unabashed affection, and breathtaking when the light falls on your face just right. None of the others can ever coax out a similar expression, because he's the one you rely on in this timeline, and he's the one that comforts you after a difficult day and promises to protect you if anything were to happen. He's the one you hold on to and call your boyfriend, and he's the one ushering you down the streets of Devildom.
Those, he knows, are special. And only for him.
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yan-lorkai ยท 8 months
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.โ ๏ฝกโ *โ โ™ก This hasn't requested but bro I so love him, even more in nightbringer. Platonic or romantic Solomon is quite interesting character, plus I just know that his lessons would be chaotic like one moment your learning abt magical healing spells or smth and the next he pulls out a dragon egg for you to care lmao
.โ ๏ฝกโ *โ โ™ก Warnings: Yandere content, possessive Solomon, platonic relationship.
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You may be young, but even you could see that someone like Solomon was very secretive and that it had been a long time since he had created any emotional bond with another human or living being, he didn't even know how to develop a true friendship with someone without any other intention. Solomon is a kind mentor who likes to tells silly jokes while teaching you about protective barriers, how to manipulate the elements of nature or travel through the rifts of time and space but sometimes he has difficulty expressing what he thinks and feels.
Solomon acts with extreme patience and care when teaching you, ensuring that you fully understand the subjects and constantly testing your knowledge with questions and surprise attacks. For someone everyone thinks is shady, he is sweet and easily adapts his teachings so you understand them. Solomon also loves listening to your questions and he answers each one carefully. Though do be careful, he tend to pinch your cheeks or do something annoying at every wrong answer you give.
As time passes and you become closer, Solomon resembles more an older brother than a mentor and he takes advantage of this to tease you and play small pranks to scare you. He becomes absolutely unbearable. But he is also your own cheerleader, encouraging and motivating you, and listening to each of your complaints and fears without judging you, especially if you feel insecure, in your own words, that you're still weak compared to him.
Despite the comfort offered to stop these thoughts, Solomon actually enjoys knowing that he is potentially stronger than you. This means that you still depend on him, you still need him and Solomon is extremely protective and possessive of you, he doesn't have many people in his life and he doesn't want to lose you. He values โ€‹โ€‹your happiness above all else, but a happiness that you should share only with him.
He is always alert to any situation that could jeopardize your safety, Maybe one of the reasons why he only teaches you the theory but doesn't show you the practice if there is a chance of you getting hurt in some way. He could even use his magical abilities to create a rift in time-space to build an environment that was safe and nothing and no one could hurt you, a perfect environment and if he wasn't so weak because of your puppy โ€‹โ€‹eyes he would have trapped you there a long time ago. But he can't.
Not when he wants your physical and mental safety, and arresting you would affect you negatively. Solomon feels conflicted about this, but know that he is always there for your.
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shallyouobeyme ยท 7 months
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Yandere!Solomon x Princess!reader/MC (GN) - Royal au
Summary: When you found out that your parents were planning to marry you off to some foreign noble your first reaction was to talk to your friend and families mage, Solomon, but maybe that wasn't the best choice...
! Minors Do Not Interact !
TW: Arranged marriage, Lucifer Slander (I had to do it to em), drugging (kinda), talk about murder, imprisonment (also kinda), I do not condone this, this is all fantasy
Day 8 of my Yandere Writetober and I've stayed strong so far and written something every day, I hope I'll keep the energy. I could use some help for tomorrow with 'bounce' though, honestly, I have no idea what to write for that
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Ever since you were a little child, your parents had instilled in you that eavesdropping was wrong and not very royal. It was one of the many things that were not appropriate for the children of the country's ruler. You've spent many nights listening to your tutors go on and on about etiquette and manners and behaviour, etc., etc., etc.
This was the reason that when you heard the sound of your parents talking coming through a slight opening of your father's study, your first instinct was to change directions and leave them to it. Then you heard your name. You were still a young adult- barely not a child anymore - so obviously your curiosity won over. Silently walking over to the wall near the door, you pressed your back against it and tried to tune into their conversation.
"Are you sure? Duke Lucifer isn't known to be very kind, it is said that he only wishes for an heir and nothing else. What about Prince Michael?"
"No, the celestial kingdom has no interest in an alliance whatsoever, they see themselves as mightier than anyone else."
"I assume that disqualifies Marquis Simeon as well," you heard your mother sigh - what were they talking about? Alliances? Heirs? The names of the foreign nobles were familiar to you, but that did not give you much context.
"Duke Lucifer - as cruel as he may be - is the highest ranking noble under King Diavolo, his kingdom is looking for alleys in their rivalry with Celestia. This is our chance to finally rise in the world," your father stated with this hunger for power in his voice that scared you whenever you heard it. "Think about it dear, Y/N isn't our firstborn, their older brother will take the throne, so marrying them off to Duke Lucifer and extending our reach in the world will help us more than having them here ever would."
Your hand flew up to cover your mouth in shock. This couldn't be real, couldn't be true- as a child, your parents had told you about how marrying each other for love was very important to them when they were your age, so you always assumed the same would be true for you. Surely your mother was opposed, right? no way she'd let you - her youngest child - get married off to some cruel Nobel that you had never even seen before and who was probably twice your age.
"You're right, if that's what's best for our family," your mother spoke, completely making you freeze. How was it the best for your family when it meant you'd get carted off to a foreign noble? Did you really mean that little to them?
You hadn't even noticed the salty streaks running down your cheeks, burning on your skin, nor did you notice your feet gaining a life of their own as you walked through the castle.
Only when you stood before the painting of your great-grandfather, which hid the secret entrance to one of the castle's towers did you realize where you were headed. Solomon's chambers.
Solomon had been the student of your family's mage up until the old man had taken his last breath and Solomon took over the position. Some thought him to be unqualified, after all, he was just a few years older than you, but you knew how powerful he was. You really thought that there was nothing he couldn't do. Ever since the two of you had met as children he'd shown you his magic, cheered you up whenever you were sad and helped you in every crisis - no matter how small.
When your pet had been attacked by a wild animal, he'd been the one to bring it back to life and heal its injuries, when a foreign spy had tried to take your life, he'd blown him off you in a magical explosion (not harming a single hair on your head) and turned him to dust in a single moment, even when you had realized that your dress was the wrong colour at an important banquet had he been the one to change it with a single swipe of his hand.
So it made sense that your subconscious mind immediately sent you to him when you realized your peril. After all, he'd promised you that he'd always find a solution, no matter what problem plagued you. Entering the secret passage, you quickly tried to wipe away your tears, not wanting to seem even weaker than you knew you would in just a few seconds, but it was hopeless. Solomon was always able to look right through you.
As you walked into the main room of his chambers, you felt a nice sort of comfort engulf you. The messy shelves and desks and even chairs which were filled with all sorts of magical gadgets and books and bottles of mysterious liquids were so familiar to you and yet they fascinated you anew every single time you visited. As if feeling your presence, Solomon came from out from one of the adjacent rooms the second you crossed the threshold.
"Your royal highness, it's a pleasure to have you as always," he smiled at you as he walked closer, his happy expression quickly turning into a frown once he noticed the redness of your cheeks - an unmistakable sign that you had cried.
"What's wrong?" he asked as he led you to a chair that was kept free of any junk just for the occasion of your visit. You fell into the seat and could almost feel your tears coming back.
"You know what, I'll go make you a tea with calming herbs, then you can tell me what troubles you," he said softly, waiting for a second as if hesitant to leave you alone, before leaving for only a minute before returning with a steaming mug that he put on a small table beside you.
"Now, tell me what happened MC." Usually, Solomon only called you by your official title, claiming that as your servant it was only appropriate, no matter how often you asked him to call you by your name like the friend he was. So, the fact that he called you MC, showed you that he was serious, that he was listening to you as your childhood friend Solomon and not as the court's mage.
"I-I overheard my parents, they- They are marrying me off. I don't know when or how, but... I'll get sent off to Devildom to be married to some Duke there. I'm just an end to a means for them..."
"What? No! They can't do that, that's not how- that's just not okay," Solomon exclaimed angrily, rage filling his eyes. He seemed even more enraged by it than you.
"It's horrible, but... I have no choice, do I? As a royal, I mean. I'm not the firstborn, I would have never become the next monarch anyways so maybe I was just idiotic to believe that I could live my life normally," you sighed, trying to stay calm, trying to be the bigger person as you were always taught.
"No! I can't them marry you off, I'm the one who-" Solomon raged on, running his hand through his hair as he stalked around the room, stopping himself in the middle of the sentence and before you could ask what he meant, he was kneeling on the floor before you, holding your hands. "What if there was a choice, what if I had a way out?"
Your eyes widened, but you trusted Solomon entirely, so you considered it honestly.
"I mean, if there is a way out, then yes. I want out. I don't want to be married off." You noded your head in excitement and Solomon sprang up again, telling you that he'd be back in a second and to wait for him.
You enjoyed the cup of tea he had prepared that was now a nice, drinkable temperature. Solomon always made the very best tea. Whenever you visited him and he prepared it for you, you felt so weightless, so free of worry, that you now tended to crave it whenever you were stressed or exhausted which also meant your visits to Solomon increased, not that either of you complained.
"Here it is, the way out," Solomon came back with a vile of turquoise liquid that he carefully held towards you. "Just a bit of this and this arranged marriage will never happen, in fact - this will allow you to marry for love."
"Really? That sounds amazing, almost too good to be true honestly," you let out a breathy laugh, for the first time ever feeling a little bit of doubt.
"Do you trust me?" Solomon asked you with his soft eyes and obviously, you did, so without thinking much, you took the vial, uncorked it and - after taking a deep breath to gather your nerves - took a swig of it. The liquid tasted a bit like what the local physician made you whenever you fell ill, the taste of strong herbs and flowers.
Just as the vial was emptied and you swallowed it all down, you suddenly felt a tingling throughout your entire body. And then you became really dizzy like the world around you was being shaken, but you were static.
"I-I don't feel very well, I think something is wrong," you managed to get out as the world around you seemed to be completely disconnected from you.
"Shhhh, it's okay, don't worry, I'm here. I'll take care of you now, my love," Solomon's whisper was the last thing you heard before you were engulfed by something unearthly...
Solomon walked into his bedroom, his one free hand swinging through the air as he conjured up something new to add to the interior. A box made of glass filled with moss and other plants was the perfect place for his beloved - at least until he had prepared everything. Until everything was perfect for the two of them to have their happily ever after together, no way in hell would he let some Devildom Noble take away his one true love, not over his dead body.
He walked towards the enclosure and lifted the lid, carefully setting down the toad he had held with the other. The toad seemed to look at him with those Y/E/C eyes that were more human than animal filled with contempt.
"I know my love, you don't understand it yet, but I promise you will soon, the two of us were meant for each other after all and as soon as I've taken care of that wannabe fiance of yours I'll show you just how much you mean to me, how much I'll soon mean to you," he closed the lid and watched as you hopped into an area of the enclosure that was filled with more plants to hide from him. "It's okay, I don't blame you. This is all your parent's fault, isn't it? Maybe once I've taken care of that damned duke, I should take care of them as well, after all your siblings might be more... open to my suggestions about your future, unlike that fool of a king."
Your croke of protest echoed through the room as Solomon made his way to leave to find out just who exactly he was planning to kill in the neighbouring kingdom.
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starfly-lumi ยท 2 years
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yandere side characters + this awesome article !! โ™ก โซถ NSFW, MDNI
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part 1 (demon brothers) โ†’ part 2 (side characters)
link of the article here
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lovetei ยท 10 months
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AaAaaaHHHHHH I loved your โ€œThings that the citizens of the Devildom witnessed that will prove that this Human have the characters at their beck and callโ€ post lol :P
Could you plssssss do it w the side characters? Especially barbatos I love him. Heโ€™s my bbg lol
Sure, I'm actually just waiting for someone to request it :P
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Things that the citizens of the Devildom witnessed that will prove that this Human have the characters at their beck and call
Versions: Demon Brothers, Side Characters
Warnings: Slight yandere themes (Barbatos, Simeon)
Links: Masterlist
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DIAVOLO
He doesn't actually like going around
Sure, it's mentioned a lot of times that he want to visit this or that
But only if you or the others are willing to come with him
Otherwise it's as boring as doing paperworks
He won't even come out to meet important personalities
They need to come to the castle themselves because there's no damn way Diavolo will actually use effort to meet people he's actually not too close to.
But when it's you?
Damn, you better bet the moment you told him "Hey, Diavolo... I'm kind of stuck in the plaza and the brothers are surely too busy to pick me up so can you send me a driver..?"
How dare you ask for a driver?
When he's literally right there?
The moment the words "I'm kind of stuck in the plaza-" He's already in his most luxurious car starting it to get his future spouse
Hell, he'll even bought a flower before getting to you
And you two will make a scene
And you two will surely make it to the news tomorrow
He'll arrive to the place in something quite formal yet still casual
With a bouquet of flowers in his hands
Like the perfect future husband he is
And open the door for you to get in
And if you're asking why Barbados didn't do anything against him...
Well, he's got a few mouse friends there for help.
Anyways, enjoy the ride
And sign the marriage papers
Please
BARBATOS
His power holds such an important role for Diavolo
He's such a powerful "demon"
It would actually be quite nice if you were just a little more closer to him
But if you are...
He's willing to use this oh so important power for you like it's just a mere toy
You fell on the stairs and someone saw it? Reversed.
You failed a test? Reversed.
You made the wrong decision? Reversed.
If Diavolo actually saw how much he's rambling the time lines just for you he'll go insane.
Hell, he'll pass out when he knows that Barbatos is letting you use his power like he's some hourglass!
But Barbatos knows you
And he likes you
He knows that someone like you won't actually take advantage of his power like that
And would always choose to do things without it
He knows that he's your last resort
And he loves it
He loves that fact that you treasure his power so much
That you treasure him so much...
His power might seem to be the most important tool for you among the other abilities the brothers and the others gave you
And so that basically puts him above the food chain
And he'll stay there
He'll make sure you will view him as important as right now
For all internity
SIMEON
He treasures himself and the people around him so much
But mostly himself
Because that's what father told them to do
He treat his body like the temple of god
He'll walk around the Devildom with pride in himself
Not too much but not too less
He knows his worth
So when he met you
Such a wonderful human
He will also teach you how to put pride in yourself
And always be proud on what you're doing
And then he'll start to get drawn to you
The body he oh so treasured now treated like a toy for you
He once valued naturality but maybe using this makeup you love so much will make him appear more attractive?
"Oh, Simeon? Did you use some foundation and mascara?! That looks so good on you!"
Yes, MC.
Just look at him
It all started with dressing up more for you
Then it escalated
The body he once didn't let anyone touch is now open for you
Just for you
Hold his hand
Grab his waist
And use his shoulders
Ha...
God won't punish him for a little touch now would he..?
SOLOMON
He's shady and he knows it
It's been so long and he's been around may too many people
He doesn't know who to trust anymore
And who to be honest with
He always have to keep himself alarmed and ready
Because that's what the past taught him to do
And that's what the present is telling him to do
Oh, another human?
How nice...
He just hope you don't end up like him
Overly conscious
You know what... He'll help you
He doesn't want a human to fall to the same hole he is right now
He thought that he'll be the one to guide you
He didn't know that you'll guide him...
And now he's willing to do anything for you
He's willing to follow you anywhere
He's willing to give you anything
He's willing to be your loyal servant
Just like Barbatos, he's willing to use everything he have just keep you by his side
Whether it be human, demon, angel connections, money or power
It can be anything and he'll give it you
To the human who showed him the light once again.
MEPHISTOPHELES
He's a private person
That's why he has a whole ass room reserved just for him in the academy
It can't help but have his blood boiling whenever one of the brothers barging into his room unannounced
The sense of nervousness won't leave him whenever Diavolo came to visit him
And the mixed feelings when the other exchange students decided to drop by
But when you enter his room
The light started to get a little darker
And the atmosphere turned into something heavier yet more comforting feeling
Have you drank anything you're not supposed to drink human?
What's this atmosphere around you human?
Did you... Cast a spell on him human?
To be honest
It'll be better for him to know that you cast a love spell on him
Than for him to consciously know that he's falling for you
Falling for the human others already love
But he can't help but say "Why don't you stay a little longer, MC?" Whenever you drop by.
"You can stay and do your assignments or whatever here. I have a vast collection of books you might need."
It might be selfish but why don't you stay a little longer?
Stay inside this private room with him
And only him.
RAPHAEL
He's known as a hitman
And his job down here is to probably spy on Simeon or Lucifer
But this weird human caught his eyes...
Maybe he should spy on you too?
Hmm... Why are you so different?
Are you the premium version of human?
But either way...
He saw how tired you were after each day ends
It looks like this place have sucked any living hope and energy out of you
So he took this as a problem and decided to come up with a solution
He decided to help you run around errands and even take some of your work loads
Gosh... You're so busy
So tiring
Sometimes you two will just find yourself in the dark and unused alley of the school
Sitting on the floor with each others head on your shoulder
You'd mutter "So tired..." And he will pat your head to help you at least have a few minutes of nap between work.
And before he knows it
It became a habit for the two of you
Instead of going to the dark alley you decided to take some nap in the cafeteria and even on empty classrooms
The Brothers will not found you two scattered all over the academy sleeping on each other
And before he even noticed
Whenever the slightest danger occurs he's already jumping in front of you and pushing you back as he shield your fragile body
THIRTEEN
She's such a trouble maker
And you're an expert in keeping trouble makers in line
And Thirteen will make sure she don't follow that line!
She keeps on pulling pranks
Traps here
Traps there
Gosh will she ever stop
Then one day you got so busy that your usual scolding for her didn't happened
Not even once
She felt empty without your nagging voice I guess?
But that doesn't matter!
At least, now, no one will stop her from doing what she loves!
No one...
Will stop her?
But who will scold her when she's about to do an extremely dangerous prank where she might get hurt?
Who will treat her wounds when she accidentally scratched her with one of her schemes?
It's been just a few days without your nagging voice and she's already at your doorstep in the middle of a night on a weekend asking
"Are you ignoring me?"
"Why aren't you talking to me anymore?"
"Are you tired of me now..?"
It feels like she'll start crying if she says anything more so you just denied everything and said that your schedule have been fully packed
Even saying that you're a new member of the council so you became more busy
She felt so embarrassed after that
But she started to treasure your relationship more
And maybe...
Waiting in the line is not that big of a deal if it's for you...
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ozzgin ยท 3 months
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Heyyy just checked your masterlist and saw that despite you being into obey me! fandom, you don't have a fic. I'm married to Solomon in my mind so how about a situation where the reader (fem or gn your pick) is equally in love with this old man and begs him to recreate that time potion which made him immortal. Oh? Did i mention i want him to be a yandere? Please do that as well ^^
I love me my morally grey wizard ;)
I have 3 unfinished drafts for Diavolo, Barbatos and Satan on my Wattpad, but it was around the time I started getting Baki related requests here so I havenโ€™t had the time to continue them. This goes for everyone reading, if you see a fandom title with no works you can always request something! :) This blog is only a few months old and I wasnโ€™t writing much before (twice or thrice a year if I was generously inspired), so the variety is rather limited still. (I also finish requests at the pace of a snail, sorry about that)
Yandere! Solomon x Reader Headcanons
Featuring your fellow human classmate and now soon-to-be husband who couldnโ€™t be happier about your wish to spend an eternity with him.
Content: gender neutral reader, obsessive behavior
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It started rather subtle. Just idle curiosity at first, a mere feigned surprise that was quickly swept aside for more important matters. Sure, Diavolo bringing another fellow human to the Devildom, especially one without any powers, was at least mildly intriguing. Your situation was as tempting as a puzzle to fiddle with in between tasks. Beyond polite offers to help you handle the new challenging environment, Solomon was not planning on prying further. Then the surprises begun to queue one after another. To think that you had barely learned your way around and somehow still forged a contract with one of the devilish siblings. Then another. And another. Fascination crept its way in and the greatest sorcerer found himself begging to learn more about the mysterious (Y/N).
Naturally such fascination shouldโ€™ve had an intellectual grounding and nothing more. What is it about you that has caused such a ruckus across RAD? All he needed was an answer. Yet he discovered much too late how embarrassingly involved heโ€™d become. Childishly clutching his D.D.D. in the middle of the night, wondering if youโ€™ve already fallen asleep, and grinning when the screen lit up with a response from you. Cancelling all plans the instant youโ€™d ask - casually - if he wanted to join you after class to check out a new cafรฉ. No, of course he had nothing else to do. Yes, itโ€™s definitely a lucky coincidence that heโ€™s always available when you want to hang out with him.
Once he accepted he was madly in love with you, he began fretting over all possible obstacles. The demon brothers, life after RAD. Heโ€™d never engaged much with other humans and his charisma only covered superficial pleasantries. How was he to properly convey that heโ€™s - mildly put - obsessed with you to the point where rejection wonโ€™t be taken lightly? Uh oh. Closer to a threat than a confession. Thankfully the Heavens were gracious and you immediately returned his affections. No need for potions or hexes (not that he wouldโ€™veโ€ฆhe had them prepared just in case). He remembers it to this day, years after, the wide, innocent smile that you so generously bestowed upon him. Almost like a premonition, he knew youโ€™d be the person to marry. Something he never considered in his long, lonely life.
You lazily lift your hand and admire the ring again. Solomon is quite clumsy and forgetful, but he goes all out for the things that matter. The proposal had been planned to a dizzying amount of detail and you couldnโ€™t believe how much thought he put into it, with many aspects you otherwise assumed heโ€™d forget or omit. Yet staring at the intricately carved band adorning your finger now, you canโ€™t help the pang of melancholy blooming in your chest. Solomon lifts his gaze from the book heโ€™s reading, sensing your discomfort. โ€œSomething bothering you?โ€ He inquires with a hint of worry in his voice. โ€œWhat happens after the wedding?โ€ You demand, turning to face him. โ€œOh my. I personally prefer to focus on the present.โ€ He answers with a chuckle. โ€œSure, because you donโ€™t have to worry about your future. Itโ€™s mine that will end at some point.โ€ His eyes widen and his hands are suddenly cold. Heโ€™s been so entranced by your company that he didnโ€™t even entertain the idea of a potential end to it. He almost strokes his cheek to soothe the hard slap of your words, leaving him in a frightened stupor.
Oh no. No, no, no. Within the blink of an eye he finds himself standing before the alchemy shelves, rattling the bottles for the right ingredients. You didnโ€™t even need to mutter a word. He knew exactly what youโ€™re thinking of. How shameful of him to have caused you this distress in the first place. Youโ€™re young, and time for him has lost its human meaning, so your mortality hadnโ€™t crossed his mind this entire time. He wouldโ€™ve found a solution for it later, most certainly, but he didnโ€™t expect this postponement to make you so anxious. His lips are quivering and his slender fingers are visibly trembling. Partly from the fear of almost failing you as your future husband, partly from the excitement of whatโ€™s about to come. He always imagined thereโ€™d be nothing more beautiful and precious to witness than you in your wedding attire as you tie the knot. But now? Oh, how ravishingly tempting and seducing, the fact that he can listen to the mundanely repeated words of โ€œTil death do us partโ€ and stare down its meaning until thereโ€™s nothing left of it. Not quite. Not for you two. The veil will be lifted and your face will radiate eternity.
After all, nothing will stand between him and his fated soulmate. Whatโ€™s death to a wizard of his caliber?
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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint ยท 7 months
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Out of the obey me cast, who do you think would have the most interesting reaction to mc/reader basically ripping someone apart for them?
Like someone insulted Mammon or Asmodeus and
now they are simply blood on a wall.
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Down Bad | Yandere Obey Me
Who has the most interesting reaction to their sweet lamb completely bodying whoever for simply insulting them? Thatโ€™s hard all of them at this point are whipped by your charm and are collectively honored by your defense. But those that stand out the most:
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Barbatos
โ€œHahaha, thank you sweetest. Now please let me start you a bath and get you a new change of clothes.โ€
Surface-wise he doesnโ€™t react all that much
But behind closed doors, heโ€™s fighting the urge to swoop you up right up
Isnโ€™t it just precious that his dear a mere human would go so far as to defend him
A demon youโ€™re not even bonded to yet
Youโ€™re just so precious he canโ€™t help but want to indulge in every dark deep-ridden desire with youย 
But he canโ€™t nowย 
So heโ€™ll settle for admiring you during your stay while youโ€™re sleeping
But he can only deny himself for so long
You best not egg him on further
Oh please do
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Belphegor
โ€œGeez overreaction much.โ€
โ€œSorry.โ€
โ€œIt's fine, next time keep him alive longer so we can both have fun.โ€
Heโ€™s so used to fighting in your defense
This is refreshing
Whoโ€™s he kidding it's more than just refreshing
It's addictiveย 
He dreams about itย 
Usually wet dreams
And heโ€™s on such a high heโ€™s sure he has enough energy to go on a spree or two
He might want to stir up trouble just to watch you do it again
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Solomon
โ€œOi oi, my apprentice sure has become powerful. Good job!โ€
Heโ€™s actually kind of intimidated by your own ability to protect yourself
He was already planning to torture the stupid demon for embarrassing him in front of you
But you beat him to it
Shame, if he knew you could do that he wouldnโ€™t bother hiding hisโ€ฆactivities
But maybe he shouldnโ€™t be so lackadaisical about his own smiting
Granted he enjoyed their struggling cries and fruitless attempts to escape
But he doesnโ€™t want to assume youโ€™re into that
But he really is impressedย 
Heโ€™ll have to be more specific about whoโ€™s the enemy in his hero scheme
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solomon likes to tease his apprentice, but things are bound to change the day he takes it a little too far.
solomon x gn!reader
1.7k words | nsfw | resolved sexual tension
cw: possessive behaviour, suggestive but not explicit sexual content.
a/n: this scenario takes place after the events of overture but can be read as a one-shot.
dark serenade series: part one: overture part two (you are here)
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The first thing you notice when you step into Solomonโ€™s library for todayโ€™s lesson is the sorcerer himself, his coat hanging off the back of his chair and shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Heโ€™s leaning back in his seat with an open book in his lap and he doesn't look up when you enter the room.
You know the moment heโ€™s aware of your presence because his eyes stop scanning the page and thereโ€™s a deliberate pause before he closes his book and glances at you expectantly. He smirks and crooks his finger, urging you forward from where youโ€™ve paused in the doorway.
Youโ€™re carrying the tomes he assigned as yesterdayโ€™s homework and set them on the desk - yellowed, dusty texts filled with magical theory and spells that seem far above your current ability. Youโ€™re ready to take your seat, but you realize that Solomon is sitting in the only chair. There should be extras in a room nearby, but he sighs loudly when you turn around to fetch one.
โ€œCan I ask where youโ€™re going?โ€ he asks with a hint of impatience.
โ€œIโ€™m going to get another chair, but Iโ€™ll be right back,โ€ you explain quickly, waiting by the door for his approval.
He seems disappointed and you donโ€™t understand why at first, but then he pushes his chair back and pats his thigh invitingly. โ€œIf you need a place to sit, my lap is always an option, my darling apprentice.โ€ย 
You should be immune to his flirtatious banter by now, but the invitation is so surprising that it makes you sputter and rush away to find a chair that is most definitely not his lap. He chuckles quietly behind you, but by the time you drag another chair into the library, the lighthearted moment between you has passed.
He can be mischievous at times, but you know not to test his patience when his mood turns serious.ย 
With a flick of his wrist, one of the books with yesterdayโ€™s homework slides across the table towards him and you hurriedly take a seat at his side.
โ€œLetโ€™s see how much youโ€™ve learned, shall we?โ€
After nearly an hour, youโ€™re overwhelmed by the whiplash of his brutal criticism and genuine encouragement. He is relentless as a teacher, correcting you with a firm tone when you canโ€™t recite incantations or complex rituals perfectly from memory. The warm praise he offers when you do answer his questions correctly soothes your rattled nerves like a balm.
You lean back with a sigh and glance at Solomon whoโ€™s grown silent next to you. Thereโ€™s a strange intensity in his gaze that makes you want to hide from his scrutiny. The tense moment passes and he says youโ€™re advancing ahead of schedule. You canโ€™t help how your cheeks grow warm at his appraisal and the pleased twinkle in his eye.
You had fair warning at the beginning of your apprenticeship that he wouldnโ€™t tolerate laziness, disappointment, or failure from you; knowing that youโ€™re exceeding his expectations makes you unspeakably happy. Heโ€™s more than a teacher to you, and above all else, you know he considers you a friend - and thatโ€™s not a word a man like Solomon uses lightly.
Lately, he seems even more daring as he teases along the boundary that separates friendship and something more romantic. From the early days of your acquaintance, his wisdom and strength gave you comfort and stability. You canโ€™t help but feel uncertain now that heโ€™s becoming noticeably more affectionate.
When it comes to Solomon, you know nothing is ever what it seems. You deflect his flirting and dodge his wandering hands with shaky resolve while you try to piece together the truth behind his intentions. It would be so easy to give into the temptation, to let him guide you down another new path in your relationship, but you donโ€™t want to risk heartache later if your assumptions about his feelings for you are incorrect.
Solomon pushes his chair away from the table abruptly and it shakes you from your thoughts. He collects some of the books into his arms and he heads towards the towering wall of shelves behind you.
โ€œIโ€™ll put these away so you can take a short break before we begin todayโ€™s lesson,โ€ he offers. He must be in a good mood because heโ€™s humming cheerfully while he returns his books to their proper places.
Youโ€™re about to escape to the kitchen to make tea for both of you when he makes a questioning noise. As though he senses your curious gaze on his back, he says without turning around, โ€œI left one of the books on the table. Would you be a dear and hand it to me?โ€
Itโ€™s the smallest book you were given to read after yesterdayโ€™s lesson, pushed out of the way early on once he was satisfied you had absorbed its contents. You reach for it but it seems to slide out from under your fingers and further away across the table. You frown and lean forward with your hand stretched out as far as you can manage. Your palm smacks against bare wood as the book slides away yet again.
In one last-ditch effort, youโ€™re on the tips of your toes and nearly flat against the table; you grin triumphantly when you finally have the cover trapped under your fingertips. Your victory is short-lived when an unexpected weight brushes against your back. It causes you to jerk suddenly and the book slips from under your tentative hold. You groan in frustration when it falls over the other side of the table and flops onto the floor.
โ€œIโ€™ve wanted to bend you over my desk like this for days,โ€ a low voice whispers into your ear.ย 
Youโ€™re stunned when you realize Solomon is standing behind you, leaning over you and resting his palms on the table so his arms cage your body in place. You can feel the heat of his body against your back, but heโ€™s not quite touching you. It doesn't matter if he's touching you or not - you're still trapped beneath him.
โ€œYou were moving the book on purpose,โ€ you mumble in embarrassment. Your mouth is dry and your cheeks burn when you realize the suggestive position youโ€™re both in. You canโ€™t turn to look at him without bumping against his chest so you hang your head in defeat instead.
Itโ€™s not the first time youโ€™ve fallen for one of his tricks and it won't be the last.
One of Solomonโ€™s hands strokes your hip and you try not to squirm. โ€œIt was an amusing game at first,โ€ he admits and you know from his tone that heโ€™s smiling. You feel his chest press against your back when he moves closer. His nose is in your hair, and you hear him breathe in deeply. His exhale is a sigh that tickles your ear. โ€œBut now that I have you like this, Iโ€™m not willing to let you go so easily.โ€
You try to ignore the hand thatโ€™s slowly making its way under your shirt. โ€œMaybe we should talk about this first,โ€ you suggest, but your voice is shaking and your protest sounds weak.
Solomon tuts disapprovingly like your suggestion is barely worth responding to. His fingers make their way across your waist and follow the slope of your belly, squeezing the soft folds of skin with the tiniest bit of pressure that sets your nerves ablaze.
Every time you start to doubt why heโ€™s attracted to you, he distracts you - with murmured desires in your ear, his fingers searching for the places on your body that are most sensitive - and you know heโ€™s doing it on purpose to prove his point.
He continues exploring your chest, rubbing over the pact marks etched into your skin like his touch can erase them. He doesnโ€™t care that his body is littered with the evidence of his own pacts, but jealousy makes his blood boil when he thinks about others having a claim over you. Mine, he thinks when he gives into the temptation to grind against you, letting you feel your effect on him, the way his feelings for you rob him of nearly all self-control.
โ€œSolomon, pleaseโ€”โ€ you plead desperately; whether you want him to keep going or to stop is impossible to say at this point. Youโ€™re drowning in the heat of his body so close to yours, the frustration you can feel radiating from him in waves, the possessive hold he has on you.
โ€œYouโ€™re mine,โ€ he seethes between gritted teeth, crushing your body to his as he continues to move against you. His hands are exploring freely now, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise, kneading your soft flesh in apology after. He nips at your throat and drags his teeth against your shoulder. He bites down harder than he intends when he hears the first soft, breathy whimper escape you.
When you finally start to move, pushing your hips back against his, it rips a guttural moan from him and snaps the last tethers of his restraint. Thereโ€™s a hand fisted in your hair and he pulls your mouth towards his. Itโ€™s less of a kiss and more of a heated exchange of needy, panting breaths as your quiet moans echo his own desperate sounds. He manages to draw your bottom lip into something resembling a kiss - the first kiss between you - and it gives you a moment of clarity.
โ€œNot here,โ€ you plead against his lips with the last bit of coherency you can muster. Youโ€™ve imagined what it might be like to finally give in to him, but you donโ€™t want your first time together to be on an old, uncomfortable desk in his library.ย 
He seems to understand exactly what it is you want - like he always does -ย  because his body stutters to a halt and he presses a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth. He moves back enough to turn you around in his arms, and the lustful haze that darkens your eyes makes him powerless to resist you. He pulls you against him and he feels your hands clench in the back of his shirt like youโ€™re afraid heโ€™ll disappear. He brushes his lips against yours, a silent promise that heโ€™s never going to let you go.
โ€œNext time,โ€ he teases with a wicked grin before teleporting you both to his bedroom with an audible pop.
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What do you think about multiple yanderes (like, an entire casts worth) after the same person? Word vomit ahead. Written with TWST and Obey Me in mind.
As chaotic as the idea seems, eventually they'd learn to work together towards this common goal of theirs. The beginning is sure to be the worst, but also the most crucial. If you play your cards right, perhaps you can walk away the victor?
Imagine: the strong, the powerful, the influential, all wrapped around your finger, all sitting by your feet. With that kind of power backing you, there's no telling what you could be capable of. There would be nothing you couldn't do. Nowhere you cannot go.
This power, however, is an unstable one, it is a fight against the tide, where one wrong move could have you swallowing seawater. Your suitors are as insatiable as they are numerous, and jealousy is an inevitably. If a fight were to break out, you'd plummet to the very bottom of the food chain. No longer the crown, you would instead be nothing but a spoil of war.
Not that harmony is any less dangerous, mind you. Borrowed strength can become shackles in the blink of an eye. With no power of your own, using others is all you can do to survive. You can only hope, then, that your only salvation will not become your downfall.
This balancing act, this tightrope on which you walk is so very lonely. But, with enough perseverance, perhaps you can carve out a place for yourself.
It is unfortunate, then, that any place from which you carve, will never be anything but a hollow hideaway.
Anon, you have a very lovely way of weaving words together. This was a joy to read (and to think about)! I'm sorry I couldn't reply immediately :( I've discussed a OM! brothers sharing a darling (w/ mention of the others) here, but if you want a TWST version let me know!
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You'd think, with the avatars being brothers, that they could work together if the situation called for it.
It only takes about a week of trying to get used to your new arrangement for you to realize just how wrong you were. Even among themselves, you realize, the brothers have their own alliances of sorts. While it's understandable that the twins want to spend time with you and each other, you're still caught off guard by some of the others. It's easy enough to figure out some of their dynamics; Satan and Belphie squeeze closer to you when Lucifer tries to approach, Levi and Mammon, despite their constant arguments, whisk you away from the others to play video games, Asmo is constantly by your side when Lucifer is, clearly fascinated by something you're not aware of.
They don't show the same cooperation when they're all together, and it takes a toll on you. it gets exhausting to be the constant center, to know that everything you did could be taken in different ways. Asmo scowls when you reassure Mammon that he'll always be first in your heart, Lucifer's silent rage rolls off him in waves when you laugh at Satan's plan, Levi refuses to hear out your reasons when you're a few minutes late after being held back by another demonโ€”it feels like you have to constantly think about the possible repercussions of every small action, or suffer the punishment.
At first thought, involving the others, like Solomon or Lord Diavolo, doesn't feel like a good idea. More suitors means more internal competition and more complications for you. But ultimately, it helps out your predicament. There's no denying that all of them are selfish, even Simeon, but they're more level-headed than the brothers at least, and can recognize that this shared arrangement is their best attempt at having you. And nobody would dare refute Barbatos whenever he declares that you've been summoned to spend the weekend at the castle instead; Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and SImeon make for far better company than the brothers together.
Trying to manipulate anyone, whether it be to take some semblance of control back or find a way to get out of a situation you don't like, will likely be fruitless. In fact, it comes across as so pathetic and desperate that your lovers will be amusedโ€”a far better reaction than the anger that will boil over should they ever feel insulted that you thought you could control themโ€”at the thought of a regular human trying to exploit them, and maybe even play along. Lord Diavolo, in particular, always receives your pitiful attempts with a laughโ€”though he does remind you that he much prefers if you say what you want from him outright. Mammon and Levi are easier to take advantage of as long as you say the right words in the right way, but if any of the demons are in a bad mood, your efforts will be received with thinly veiled rage and sharp words.
It might occur to you that coaxing just one person to your side, to suffer at the side of one, would be a much better fate than your current one; Solomon, Simeon, or Lord Diavolo being your most likely targets. Even if the brothers wanted to defy them, it would be complicated when considering their powers and status. You can try, acting coy and sweet with Solomon, who finds your coquettish smiles and teasing remarks endearing, and confiding in him your fears about the brothers and their tempers, or you could play into Lord Diavolo's fondness for you, with lingering gazes and disheartened expressions when he had to leave, turning him away with a dejected glance and words about how the brothers wanted you to spend the night at HoL instead, knowing how little opportunities he had to be with you. Simeon, too, was weak to your fond treatment, indulging in the warm smiles and heartfelt conversations you offer and your honeyed voice when you call out his name, consoling you after you get caught up in yet another argument between the brothers. Despite all your efforts, the result is unfavorable. You still have to cozy up to the dangerous figures keeping you here, still have to hide your plot from the brothers, which is hard when Lucifer always seems to know just where you were all day.
Any solace you find in the quiet momentsโ€”in Belphie's arms during a nap, in Satan's lap as he reads, lying against Levi and watching the brightly colored screen, resting your head on Lucifer's shoulder, letting Asmo paint your nails, sitting on the cold kitchen floor while Beel rummages through for a late night snack, and holding Mammon close to you, missing the days when it was only you and him togetherโ€”is fleeting and harder to come by now that they've decided they all want a piece of you.
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Hii, i hope you're doing great! Can i request child!reader with yandere!obey me characters (specifically Solomon and anybody else is up to you ) who has a hard time expressing emotions and they mostly show 'em through actions (happy=gives gifts or something like that)
Thank you in advance and have a great day! :)
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.โ ๏ฝกโ *โ โ™ก A/N: Hiii (โ ๏ฝกโ ๏ฝฅโ ฯ‰โ ๏ฝฅโ ๏ฝกโ )/~, this was such a cute request I loved it. Hope you like it and have a great day too!
.โ ๏ฝกโ *โ โ™ก Warmings: Platonic yandere, very minor spoiler abt Solomon's past, brief mention of hypothetical trauma/abuse
.โ ๏ฝกโ *โ โ™ก Characters: Solomon, Lucifer & Barbatos
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.โ ๏ฝกโ *โ โ™ก Solomon is a human, although many disagree with this fact. He is human and when he was just a little boy expressing himself was not possible; His very existence was a secret, so he can kind of understand why you are the way you are.
.โ ๏ฝกโ *โ โ™ก He quickly notices that you don't express yourself like an ordinary child. A child your age would be exploring the world through imaginative games, a child your age would cry in frustration or because they are afraid, or they don't understand something. Children are complex like that, but you are so much more complex.
.โ ๏ฝกโ *โ โ™ก You don't show your feelings or your thoughts to him, or to anyone. And he wants to find out why; Could it be shyness or something that caused this difficulty in demonstrating what you think and feeling? He doesn't know yet, but he will soon, in the meantime he accepts the small gifts you give him when you're feeling happy, an attempt you make to let him know that you appreciate him a lot. Solomon loves your little gifts and as you give him more and more gifts, the more he realizes that it is through them that you express yourself.
.โ ๏ฝกโ *โ โ™ก And he uses words and actions to let you know how important you are to him. He plays with you till you're falling asleep, he'll make you laugh till you're crying and your belly aching, for you are like his own little sibling he didn't have. And he loves you a ton.
.โ ๏ฝกโ *โ โ™ก But if this difficulty you have is due to some trauma, rest assured knowing that he will remove whoever hurt you from your life. In the meantime, he can sit down with you and talk about healthy ways to express yourself and it may be awkward at first but he only wants to help you.
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.โ ๏ฝกโ *โ โ™ก Lucifer is pretty much the same. Well, he was once, his words are harsh most of the time and his actions are too subtle for anyone unaware to understand. So yes, he can see from afar that you can't express yourself as you should, Lucifer doesn't know what happened to make you like this, but he's going to have a long talk with you about it to make sure it's just something childish and passing, and not something more serious.
.โ ๏ฝกโ *โ โ™ก You give him gifts and even made him a blurry stick figure drawing of you, his brothers and him when you're happy. Your gifts are simple, but he loves them so much and is constantly repeating the things that make you happy so that you give him more gifts and remain happy, forever. It's like a never-ending cycle, a cycle he will repeat and repeat just to hear your soft laugh and your shining eyes.
.โ ๏ฝกโ *โ โ™ก He likes it when you're happy, that means you won't ignore him when you're angry or throw rocks at him like you once did. If you were an angel, then surely he took you as some kind of apprentice and that's why he also made you fall with him and his brothers after the war. He knows this is extremely selfish of him, but he can't help it. You are family now and families stay together.
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.โ ๏ฝกโ *โ โ™ก Barbatos is observant. He notices the subtlest things and watches them from afar, so naturally he feels curious about you. You are different from Diavolo when he was a child, you are different from Luke, Barbatos wants to understand where this difference comes from. It's interesting for him to see you interacting with the people you like and the world around you; he instantly realizes that giving gifts is how you express yourself.
.โ ๏ฝกโ *โ โ™ก When you're happy you give him gifts, you distance yourself from him when you are sad, you remain quiet when you are angry. And Barbatos knows how to handle your moods perfectly without being annoying or condescending.
.โ ๏ฝกโ *โ โ™ก In gratitude for your gifts, usually Barbatos gives you delicious sweets, sews you beautiful dolls and plushies. And sometimes, he just lets you stay in the kitchen while he cooks, answering any questions you has or having you help him. It's the little moments he spends by your side that are important and you seem to agree by the way you has a small smile on your face.
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Mc running through the hallways of hol: THE SHIT'S ABOUT TO GO DOWN!!!
3...
2....
1...
BLOWS UP WHOLE HoL
Brothers with now black faces.....
...a few eternity later....
Mc: there was a RAT Lucifer! A fucking RAT! THIS BIGG!
Lucifer already done with mc's shit: still it doesnt give you the right to BLOW UP a whole ass mansion
Brothers (except Lucifer).... So we're homeless now?
Barbs: I support mc on this one... Rats are truly a nuisance *nodding his head at mc*
Diavolo and Solomon laughing their asses out in the bg
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+:๏ฝก.๏ฝก๐“จ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“๐“ธ๐“ท-๐“‘๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ผ ๐“—๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ญ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ท๐“ธ๐“ท๏ฝก.๏ฝก:+
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๐™ฟ๐šŠ๐š’๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š/๐šœ: '๐š‚๐šŽ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ' ๐™ฝ๐š˜๐š—-๐™ฑ๐š›๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ [๐š–๐š’๐š—๐šž๐šœ ๐™ป๐šž๐š”๐šŽ] ๐šก ๐™ถ๐™ฝ.๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š›
๐š†๐š˜๐š›๐š ๐™ฒ๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š: ๐Ÿท.๐Ÿฝ๐š”
๐™ฒ๐š†: ๐šˆ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŸ๐š’๐š˜๐š›, ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š•๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š, ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐š’๐š™๐šž๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—, ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š•๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š›๐šŽ๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—๐šœ๐š‘๐š’๐š™
๐™ฐ/๐™ฝ: ๐™ท๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š—'๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐šข ๐™ฝ๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š๐š‹๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐šข๐šŽ๐š ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐™ธ'๐š– ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š›๐šœ๐š ๐š๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ
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๐™ฐ ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐š˜๐š— ๐š‹๐šž๐š๐š•๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š’๐š•๐š’๐š๐šข ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š• ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐šœ๐š’๐š˜๐š—. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š”๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž, ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐š๐šข๐š’๐š—๐š, ๐š‹๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šž๐š™ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š‘๐š’๐š–, ๐š˜๐š› ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š›๐šŽ๐š“๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š–. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ, ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐š๐š˜๐š˜๐š ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž.
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š๐š—'๐š ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŒ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜๐š˜ ๐š–๐šž๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘. ๐™ฑ๐šŠ๐š›๐š‹๐šŠ๐š๐š˜๐šœ ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š•๐š” ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š”๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™ ๐š๐šŠ๐š‹๐šœ ๐š˜๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐šŠ๐š๐šŠ๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š'๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•. ๐™พ๐š‘, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐š ๐š˜๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šœ๐š’๐š•๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š˜๐š—๐š๐šž๐šŽ ๐š’๐š— ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐š˜๐š— ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŒ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™๐š’๐š•๐šข ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐šŠ๐š๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž'๐š›๐šŽ ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š๐šŽ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›. ๐™ธ๐šœ๐š—'๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š™๐š•๐šŽ'๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐šŠ๐š•? ๐š†๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š๐š—'๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š?
๐™ฑ๐šŠ๐š›๐š‹๐šŠ๐š๐š˜๐šœ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š•๐šข ๐š’๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐šž๐š—๐šœ๐š๐š˜๐š™๐š™๐šŠ๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š ๐š™๐š˜๐š ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š˜๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐š‹๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š” ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š— ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š›๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐š–๐š‹๐šŽ๐š› ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š‹๐š’๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐š’๐š. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š ๐šŠ๐š๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šœ๐šž๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š˜๐š— ๐š›๐šŽ๐š™๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ. ๐™ด๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š’๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š’๐šŽ๐š ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐š–๐š˜๐šœ๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ๐š•๐šข ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข ๐š๐š˜ ๐š”๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š’๐š–๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐š๐šŠ๐š•, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐šœ๐š’๐š–๐š™๐š•๐šข ๐š๐šž๐š›๐š— ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š” ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐šข ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š”๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐š•๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š‘๐š’๐š–๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›. ๐™ฑ๐šŠ๐š›๐š‹๐šŠ๐š๐š˜๐šœ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š๐š˜ย ๐šŠ๐š—๐šข๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐šย ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐šœ๐š’๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š› ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š–.
๐š‚๐š˜, ๐š’๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šย ๐š˜๐š๐šย ๐š˜๐š› ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐šย ๐šŒ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™๐šขย ๐š’๐š— ๐šŠ๐š—๐šข ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข, ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š  ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š  ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š’๐š๐š—'๐š. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐šœ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜๐š—โ€™๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŽ๐šก๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜ ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ๐š•๐š’๐š—๐šŽ. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐š—'๐š ๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š. ๐š‚๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŽ๐šก๐š™๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š˜.
๐™ท๐šŽโ€™๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•๐š– ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š˜๐šž๐š๐šœ๐š’๐š๐šŽ. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š•๐šœ๐š˜ ๐šŠ ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข, ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐š™๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐š’๐š๐šž๐šŠ๐š•. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐šŠ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐š’๐š™๐šž๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐š— ๐š๐šŽ๐šœ๐š’๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ, ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š—โ€™๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ? ๐š‚๐š˜ ๐š ๐š‘๐šข ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š“๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•๐š˜๐šž๐šœ ๐š’๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ'๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‹๐šŽ? ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐šŠ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š’๐š— ๐šŠ ๐š‹๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š” ๐š˜๐š ๐šŠ๐š— ๐šŽ๐šข๐šŽ. ๐™ฑ๐šž๐š ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š—'๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š•๐š™ ๐š’๐šโ€ฆ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š—๐šœ๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‹๐šž๐š›๐šœ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š˜๐šŒ๐š” ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š•๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐š•๐š˜๐š ๐š•๐šข ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐š˜๐š— ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š— ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž. ๐™ฑ๐šŽ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š”, ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š  ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š’๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐š˜๐š— ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ๐š•๐šข ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š๐š˜๐šข๐šŽ๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š‹๐šข ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š–๐šž๐š•๐š๐š’๐š™๐š•๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ๐š•๐š’๐š—๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š— ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐šœ๐š–. ๐š†๐š‘๐šข ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐šœ๐š‘๐š˜๐šŒ๐š”๐šŽ๐š? ๐™ฐ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐šข, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐šœ๐š๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐šŠ ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐š˜๐š—.
๐™ด๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐šข ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐šœ ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐šŒ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ. ๐š‚๐š˜ ๐š๐š˜๐š—โ€™๐š ๐šŽ๐šก๐š™๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœย ๐š๐š˜๐š˜ย ๐š๐š’๐š›๐š๐šข. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐š—'๐š ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐šข๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŽ๐š’๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›, ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š–๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š™๐š’๐šŒ๐š๐šž๐š›๐šŽ-๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š ๐š‘๐šข ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šŠ ๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ? ๐™พ๐š› ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐š‘๐šŠ๐š™๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šŠ ๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐šŠ๐š—๐šŠ๐š•๐šข๐šฃ๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š๐š’๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—๐šœ. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐š—'๐š ๐š๐šž๐šŠ๐š›๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐š’๐š ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š•๐šŠ๐šœ๐š ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š˜๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š’๐š ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š—'๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š›๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐š–๐š‹๐šŽ๐š› ๐š’๐š?
๐™ฟ๐š•๐šž๐šœ, ๐™ฑ๐šŠ๐š›๐š‹๐šŠ๐š๐š˜๐šœ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜ ๐š›๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐š–๐š‹๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐š˜๐š—๐šŠ ๐š˜๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š–. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š–๐šŠ๐šฃ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š›๐š˜๐šข๐šŠ๐š• ๐š‹๐šž๐š๐š•๐šŽ๐š›, ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐š’๐š๐šž๐š•, ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š–๐šŽ๐š›๐šŒ๐š’๐š๐šž๐š• ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐š˜๐š—. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š›๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐š–๐š‹๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š—๐šข๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š–, ๐š—๐š˜ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š. ๐™ฐ๐š ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ๐š•๐š’๐š—๐šŽ. ๐™บ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™ ๐š’๐š— ๐š–๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘, ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š’๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š‘๐š˜๐š ๐šŽ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š—๐šŽ๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š•๐šŽ๐š๐š๐šŽ, ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐šข ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š‘๐š’๐š–. ๐™ฐ๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐šœ ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐šข ๐š๐š’๐š, ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜๐š˜?
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๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š•๐š’๐š๐š๐š•๐šŽ ๐š™๐š›๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šœ๐š•๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š ๐š๐šŠ๐š๐š๐šข ๐š’๐šœ๐šœ๐šž๐šŽ๐šœ. ๐™ฐ๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐š’๐š ๐š‹๐š˜๐šข๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šŠ ๐š‹๐š’๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š, ๐š›๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š..? ๐šƒ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐šž๐šข ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐š’๐š๐š๐šŽ๐šœ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐™ฑ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š•๐šฃ๐šŽ๐š‹๐šž๐š‹. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘โ€ฆ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š•๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š๐š•๐šข. ๐™ฐ๐š–๐š˜๐š—๐š๐šœ๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š•๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐š‘๐š’๐š–, ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽโ€™๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š—.ย ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜ ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š’๐š—๐š, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐š›๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐™ฒ๐š‘๐š›๐š’๐šœ๐š'๐šœ ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ.
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š—๐šŽ๐šก๐š ๐š›๐šž๐š•๐šŽ๐š› ๐š˜๐š ๐™ณ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐š’๐š•๐š๐š˜๐š–, ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š๐š—'๐š ๐š๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š-๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐š, ๐šŠ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šŠ๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š’๐š—๐š—๐š˜๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š—๐š, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐šž๐šข ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ. ๐š‚๐šž๐š›๐šŽ, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐šš๐šž๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐šŠ ๐š๐šŽ๐š๐š๐šข ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ'๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š•๐šœ๐š˜ ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐š˜๐š‹๐šœ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŸ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐š’๐š™๐šž๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ.
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ๐š—โ€™๐š ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š” ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šข ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š’๐š, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šข ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐šœ ๐š’๐š. ๐™ณ๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š” ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š™๐š™๐šข ๐š๐šŠ๐š•๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐šŠ ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š˜๐š™๐š’๐šŒ? ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š‹๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š ๐šž๐š™ ๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š— ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š— ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š’๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š™๐š’๐šŒ ๐š’๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ๐š—'๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šž๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š•๐šŽ๐š๐š๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š’๐š ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š›๐šŽ๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ. ๐™ณ๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š– ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šŠ ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š˜๐š˜๐š ๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š”? ๐™ฝ๐š˜ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐šœ, ๐šข๐š˜๐šžโ€™๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š›๐šข ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šœ๐š ๐š๐šข๐š™๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š’๐šœ๐š‘. ๐š‚๐š˜, ๐š๐š˜๐š—โ€™๐š ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ ๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š” ๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐š‘๐šž๐š–๐šŠ๐š—-๐šœ๐š’๐šฃ๐šŽ๐š ๐š˜๐š› ๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐š˜๐š—-๐šœ๐š’๐šฃ๐šŽ๐š ๐š™๐š•๐šž๐šœ๐š‘๐š’๐šŽ.
๐™ฑ๐šŽ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ ๐š™๐š›๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š˜๐š— ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐š’๐š•๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐šโ€™๐šœ ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐š’๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š•๐š•. ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ๐š—โ€™๐š ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š–. ๐™ป๐š˜๐š˜๐š” ๐šŠ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž, ๐šŠ ๐š–๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šž๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šž๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š•๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐š๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š˜๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š™๐š˜๐š ๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šž๐š• ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐š˜๐š—๐šœ ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐šข ๐š ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š‘๐šž๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž! ๐™ฝ๐š˜๐š  ๐š’๐šœ๐š—โ€™๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŒ๐š’๐š—๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š?
๐™ณ๐š’๐šŠ๐šŸ๐š˜๐š•๐š˜ ๐šœ๐šž๐š›๐šŽ๐š•๐šข ๐š’๐šœ ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š›๐š’๐š๐šž๐šŽ๐š. ๐™ด๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐šŠ๐š‹๐šž๐š•๐š˜๐šž๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š ๐š— ๐šž๐š™ ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š๐š•๐šŽ. ๐™ท๐šŠ๐š›๐š ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š. ๐š‚๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š” ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐š–๐š•๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐šš๐šž๐šŽ๐šœ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šž๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š•๐š, ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š•๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š” ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ, ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š›๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š , ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•.
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐š“๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•๐š˜๐šž๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š™๐š˜๐šœ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐š˜๐š—. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š? ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐š๐šœ ๐š’๐š. ๐™ฐ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ. ๐š‚๐š˜ ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š™๐šŠ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š๐š’๐šŒ ๐š•๐š˜๐š -๐š›๐šŠ๐š—๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐š˜๐š—๐šœ ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐š•๐š” ๐š๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž! ๐™ณ๐š’๐šœ๐š๐šž๐šœ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š, ๐šž๐š—๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š™๐š๐šŠ๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ! ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šข ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šž๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š˜๐šž๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž!๐™ธ๐š ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š๐š—'๐š ๐š‘๐šž๐š›๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š  ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š›๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š..? ๐™ธ๐š ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š๐š—'๐š ๐š‘๐šž๐š›๐š ๐š’๐š ๐š‘๐šŽโ€ฆ ๐š๐šŽ๐š๐šœ ๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐šข, ๐š›๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š?
๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ๐š—โ€™๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐š›๐š๐šข ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š’๐š ๐š’๐šโ€™๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šข๐š˜๐šž, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š•. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š–๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐š’๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐šข ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š™๐š˜๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š ๐š˜๐š—โ€™๐š ๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š’๐šโ€ฆ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šž๐š™ ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šœ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š.
๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐š–๐š˜๐šœ๐š ๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐š‹๐šŠ๐š‹๐š•๐šข ๐š ๐š˜๐š—โ€™๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š๐š’๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šž๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š’๐š— ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐š’๐š˜๐š›, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š’๐š ๐šš๐šž๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š•๐š•. ๐™ฝ๐šŽ๐š’๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šœโ€™ ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐š˜๐š—๐šŠ๐š•๐š’๐š๐š’๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐š’๐š˜๐š›๐šœ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š ๐š™๐š˜๐š ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š–. ๐™ฑ๐šž๐š ๐š‹๐š’๐š ๐š‹๐šข ๐š‹๐š’๐š, ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š• ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š—๐šŒ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š–๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐šŸ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐šข๐š˜๐šž, ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŒ๐š•๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ๐šœ๐š ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐š๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐šž๐š›๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐šž๐š›๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘.
๐™ณ๐š’๐šŠ๐šŸ๐š˜๐š•๐š˜โ€™๐šœ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š˜ ๐š’๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•? "๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šขโ€™๐š›๐šŽ ๐š“๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•๐š˜๐šž๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š ๐š›๐šŽ๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—๐šœ๐š‘๐š’๐š™, ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š." ๐™ป๐š’๐š๐š๐š•๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š , ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š˜๐š— ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•, ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š’๐š—๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐šŒ๐š›๐šž๐š–๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š—๐š•๐šข ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ. ๐™ผ๐šŠ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š•๐š’๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š—๐š•๐šข ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š•๐šŽ๐š๐š.
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๐™ฐ ๐š๐š›๐šž๐š•๐šข ๐š™๐šž๐š›๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐š’๐š—๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š’๐š—๐šโ€ฆ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š’๐šœ.ย ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š๐š—'๐š ๐š–๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š–๐š˜๐š—๐š๐šœ๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐š˜๐š—๐šœ, ๐šŽ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š’๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐šœ๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š– ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š”๐š—๐šŽ๐š  ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š” ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š , ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š› ๐™ถ๐š˜๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐š ๐šœ๐š˜ย ๐š๐š’๐š•๐š๐š‘๐šขย ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š’๐š—๐šย ๐šข๐š˜๐šžย ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š–. ๐™ผ๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›ย ๐š•๐š’๐šŸ๐š’๐š—๐šย ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š–.
๐š‚๐š๐š’๐š•๐š•, ๐š‘๐šŽโ€™๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š— ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š•. ๐™พ๐š—๐šŽ ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐š ๐š›๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š‹๐š˜๐š˜๐š”๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐š‘๐šŠ๐š™๐šœ ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š๐š˜๐š˜๐š ๐šŠ๐š ๐š™๐š˜๐šŽ๐š๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ. ๐™ท๐šŽโ€™๐šœ ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐šย ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š, ๐š’๐šœ๐š—โ€™๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ? ๐š‚๐š˜ ๐š ๐š‘๐šข ๐š ๐š˜๐š—โ€™๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š” ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข? ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šžย ๐š–๐šž๐šœ๐šย ๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š” ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข, ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐š˜๐š— ๐š‹๐š›๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŽ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š’๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š™๐š›๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ!
๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐šœ, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ๐š—โ€™๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ๐š—๐šข๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š—๐šŠ๐šœ๐š๐šข, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐š—โ€™๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š•๐š” ๐šข๐š˜๐šž! ๐™ธ๐šโ€™๐šœ ๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐šข๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š ๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šข ๐šš๐šž๐šŽ๐šœ๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—๐šœ ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š•๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š๐šŽ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›. ๐™ท๐šŽโ€™๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š•๐šœ๐š˜ ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐š๐š˜๐š˜๐š ๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šŽ๐šก๐šŒ๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŽ๐š–๐š‹๐šŠ๐š›๐š›๐šŠ๐šœ๐šœ๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š. ๐™พ๐š‘ ๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š”, ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š ๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šž๐š๐šŽ๐šœ๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š™๐š•๐šŽ! ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š๐š•๐šข ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š” ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š– ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š– ๐šข๐š˜๐šžโ€™๐š›๐šŽ ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐šข ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š ๐š˜๐š—'๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š›๐š’๐šœ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐šŠ ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š— ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š• ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š˜๐š— ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐šœ๐šš๐šž๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‘๐š’๐š–๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐šŠ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐š–๐šŠ๐š—.
๐™ป๐šž๐š”๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐š๐šŠ๐š ๐š ๐šŽ๐š’๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š•. ๐š‚๐š™๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐™ป๐šž๐š”๐šŽ, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š•๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š”๐š’๐š๐šœโ€ฆ ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š˜๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ. ๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐š–๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š๐š’๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐šข ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š’๐š— ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š‹๐š˜๐š˜๐š”๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š–๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐š‘ ๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š–๐šŠ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š ๐šž๐š™. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š—๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐šŽ๐š™๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š‹๐šข ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š”.
๐š‚๐š’๐š–๐šŽ๐š˜๐š— ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐š›๐š๐šข. ๐™ท๐šŽโ€™๐šœ ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐š™๐š˜๐šœ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š, ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š—โ€™๐š ๐š‹๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š–๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š›๐š’๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐šข๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š’๐š–๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐šโ€ฆ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šœ๐š๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐š’๐šœ๐š”. ๐™ท๐š˜๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›, ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ๐š—โ€™๐š ๐š–๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐š™๐šž๐šœ๐š‘ ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐š’๐š๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š‘๐š’๐š– ๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘, ๐š–๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐š’๐š ๐š•๐š˜๐š˜๐š” ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐š•๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š’๐šœ ๐šœ๐š๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐šŒ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š—.
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๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š— ๐šŠ๐š›๐š›๐š˜๐š๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š๐šข ๐š•๐š’๐š๐š๐š•๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐š. ๐™ฐ๐š— ๐š’๐š–๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐š๐šŠ๐š• ๐šœ๐š˜๐š›๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐š› ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š–๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š™๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š๐šœ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š—๐šž๐š–๐šŽ๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐šœ ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐š˜๐š—๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š•๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ ๐š‘๐šž๐š–๐šŠ๐š—.ย ๐™ธ๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š‘๐šž๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š™๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š, ๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘?
๐™ธ๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐šŠ๐š— ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐š๐š›๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ. ๐™ป๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ-๐š—๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š–๐šŠ๐šœ๐šœ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐šœ, ๐šŽ๐šก๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐š’๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐š•๐š•๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ, ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ๐š, ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐šž๐šœ๐šž๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐š๐š˜ ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š’๐š› ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ. ๐š‚๐š˜๐š•๐š˜๐š–๐š˜๐š— ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ. ๐™พ๐š—๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐š™๐šž๐š๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐šœ๐š’๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐š›๐šœ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š— ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ.
๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šž๐š—๐š๐š’๐š• ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š˜๐š” ๐š˜๐š๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐šœ๐š” ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š•๐š˜๐š™๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šœ๐š‘๐š’๐š™. ๐™ป๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ-๐š—๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šœ ๐š๐šž๐š›๐š—๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿบ/๐Ÿฝ ๐š๐šŽ๐šก๐š๐šœ, ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŸ๐š’๐šŒ๐š๐š’๐š– ๐š˜๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐š•๐š•๐šœ ๐š’๐š—๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐šœ๐š’๐š–๐š™๐š•๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐šก๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐š’๐š–๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š˜๐š— ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š˜๐š› ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š”๐šŽ๐š๐šœ, ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š–๐š˜๐šœ๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ๐š•๐šข ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š•๐šŽ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š. ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šœ๐šž๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐š’๐š™๐šœ.
๐™ธ๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šย ๐š‘๐šŽย ๐š๐šŽ๐šœ๐š’๐š›๐šŽ๐š. ๐™ฝ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š˜๐š› ๐šŠ๐š ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š”๐šœ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šข๐š˜๐šž.ย ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž, ๐šข๐šŽ๐šœ. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š˜๐š—๐š•๐šข ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽย ๐š‘๐šŽย ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐šœ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šโ€™๐šœ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šœ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐šš๐šž๐š’๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐š’๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š•๐š•๐š˜๐š  ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐š•๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐šŠ๐šข, ๐š˜๐š› ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š–๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘. ๐™ธ๐š'๐šœ ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šœ๐š’๐š–๐š™๐š•๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š, ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐š.
๐š‚๐š˜ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐š•๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š› ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐šœ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐šข๐š™๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š–๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ. ๐š†๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š๐šŸ๐š’๐šœ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š—๐šœ๐š ๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š™๐š™๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š— ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ๐šœ, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐šœ๐šŽ๐šš๐šž๐šŽ๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ๐šœ.ย ๐™ฐ๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šข ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐šœ๐šŽ๐šš๐šž๐šŽ๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ๐šœ, ๐š’๐š ๐š’๐šœ ๐š‹๐š˜๐š๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐š– ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐š˜๐š—๐šœ ๐š–๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š ๐š‹๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šย ๐š‘๐šŽย ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š˜ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š•๐š˜๐šœ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š• ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‘๐š’๐š–๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐š.
๐š‚๐š˜๐š•๐š˜๐š–๐š˜๐š— ๐š’๐šœ ๐šš๐šž๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š“๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•๐š˜๐šž๐šœ ๐š๐šข๐š™๐šŽ ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ. ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š’๐šœ๐š—โ€™๐š ๐š–๐šŽ๐š›๐šŒ๐š’๐š๐šž๐š• ๐šŽ๐š’๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šœ๐šž๐š›๐šŽ ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š•๐šŠ๐šข ๐šŽ๐šข๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š˜๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šžย ๐š™๐šŠ๐šข๐šœย ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š’๐š.ย ๐™ท๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ๐š—โ€™๐š ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šœ๐šŽ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐š˜๐š› ๐š—๐š˜๐š, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š๐šž๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐š๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š™๐š›๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐š’๐š— ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š‹๐š•๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐š๐šž๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐š˜๐š—๐šœ ๐šŽ๐šœ๐š™๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š’๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š—๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐š. ๐™ธ๐š ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜๐š—'๐š ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐š˜๐š—๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐š˜.
๐™พ๐š‘ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š—'๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐šœ๐š’๐š•๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š˜๐š—๐š๐šž๐šŽ. ๐š‚๐šž๐š›๐šŽ, ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐š—'๐š ๐š๐šž๐š’๐š•๐š ๐š๐š›๐š’๐š™ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐š˜๐š—๐šœ ๐š‹๐šž๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐š— ๐š๐š ๐š’๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›, ๐š•๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šข. ๐™ฐ๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐š˜๐šœ๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ๐š•๐šข ๐š๐šž๐š›๐š—๐šŽ๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š’๐š–๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐š๐šŠ๐š• ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š’๐š–.ย ๐š†๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š˜๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š›๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜..?
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Trapped - Yandere! Solomon
Yandere!Solomon x GN!reader
[โœง] ใƒผ inspired by this post/chat. Includes hints to my own lores, comment if you were interested <3.
Summary: Solomon decided that shrinking you and keeping you in a world of make belief isn't that bad of an idea. Similar to: Pink Paradise - Asmodeus contains: possessive and overprotective Solomon. Mc/you are not present, just solomon rambles. You can listen to: le monde - richard carter? Not proof read
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YOU were such a temptation.
And Solomon had to tame you before you tamed him. He wasn't going to allow the past repeat itself. To have you, his throne, ripped away from him? No, he wowould never allow it. He was fool onced, he wouldn't be fooled twice. Those crooked smile and bright eyes with sin filling them up with light. There used to be a time where those full of light eyes fooled him too, but those days had come to an end.
He was a sheep whom had survived these demons, and was a sheep, after surviving thede demons, truly a sheep? The answer is obvious.
Solomon, the well known sorcerer, wise and witty. He used to be young too, but now he is no more a fool. Back then he was set on exploring the world as the fool, and now he was the wise sorcerer. Yet you were still the fool, the sheep. And these demons wanted you, because you were a pure sheep who would never get the chance to understand these worlds due to your mortality. Oh what a chain mortality was, not allowing you to fully grasp your life. But he would do something for that, before these demons decided it was the end.
You were so painfully oblivious, always choosing them over him. He was sick of it. Solomon was sick of you choosing demons over him, the human, your human. You weren't there thousands and thousands of years ago, when demons roamed the human world freely, when he was still a pure child hidden in the basement. And those oh so pure eyes of his, observing everything from his place in the basement... he didnโ€™t want to be petty, but could anyone blame him? After everything he saw and experienced?ย You only saw Devildom, and that was also when lord Diavolo is the de facto king. Where were you when His Majesty Baphomet ruled? His Highness Baal? And way before that?
You only saw the mask these demons, these wolves wore. You poor little lamb, he had to protect you all the time didn't he? He had to keep protecting you, or else you'd run back into the arms of those 'sweet' little demons of yours again and again. They would take and take and take, until you were no more. And only then will you run back to him. It was truly unfair, because you didn't even acknowledge it.
It's alright. He would protect you, he had to protect you.
Hence why you were here now. This Trarium suitted your taste perfectly, you'd love it. Sending a text to you about it as a joke was prefectly fine, because you wouldn't suspect that he would actually do it. Shrink you? You wouldn't believe it. He was always a man of jokes, this would be no different for you. But for him, it was like hearing 'yes' to wedding proposal. Now that he thought about it, he would shrink a ring and put it there too. You would have all the time in the world to explore and find that ring.
He smiled as he read over your texts, sending one real quick. He was waiting for you at home eagerly. First he would analyze your reaction to the Trarium, and then he will bring up his 'joke' again. It didn't matter what you said though, he had already prepared everything. Your death was ready to be faked, and your existence was already wiped from the mind of all your human friends and family. He hoped you would give him consent, because he would hate to force you. Still, if you didn't give him consent, he would do it.
This was for your own good.
Your destiny was his, you two were made for each other. You just had to realize it the hard way.
Oh how romantic it would be for the two of you to take loving walks in this world where he was the god again, where he could be the king again. And the demon brothers, the prince or his steward wouldn't be there to whisk you away.
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Heyyy,
I saw your toxic things the demon bros will do to keep you with them and i absolutely fell in love with. More of, my mental health issues felll in love with- ANYGAYSzz
I was wondering if you could maybe do the same for the side charactersยฟยฟยฟยฟ
Also did you drink water today? Cuz if thats a no here you go ๐Ÿ’ง๐Ÿ’ง๐Ÿ’ง๐Ÿ’ง
And some cookies just incase ๐Ÿช๐Ÿช๐Ÿช๐Ÿช๐Ÿช
Love anonymous ๐Ÿ‘‘
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I'm not actually supposed to post anything for tonight, because I don't know? I didn't get to start anything this morning so I crammed this post T_T
But love lots! Hope you enjoy this piece ^^
But seriously, I was like "Oh shit, the algorithm I don't have!" And proceed to finish this.
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What are the most toxic thing they will do in a relationship just to make you stay with them?
Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters
Warnings: Manipulation, yandere themes, execution, mention of torture, psychological torture, love potions, Mentions of murder, framing, alcohol
Links: Masterlist
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DIAVOLO will use his authority
He's already so happy to have you by his side
And by staying there you already secured the position of the next ruler that will stand beside him
So, why do you have to leave..?
And the reasons
"I'm not fit enough..."
"I don't deserve this much..!"
"There are more people out there that are more worthy than me..."
Won't cut it.
He knows your worth and he's sure you do too.
So why?
Perhaps you're just nervous that you won't be able to match his grace?
You don't need to.
His grace is unmatched among the demons and yours is too among the mortals.
You both are on the same chapter, just on different pages.
So why make things hard for yourself?!
All you need to do is say yes and everything will be taken care of.
Clothes, food, money, status, security and literally anything.
He loves you and you does too so it's not going to be a marriage with no love...
SO WHY?
You're starting to drive him insane, MC.
And he might just do the same to you
So he'll invite you over for a fancy dinner and a few drinks
You accepted, despite knowing that Diavolo might try something after he got you drunk
Thinking that Diavolo forgot that you can't get drunk by just a basic demonus
Fool
That's what you are for thinking Diavolo actually misses something, anything about you
So he changed the bottle of demonus to an actual human liquor but neutralized it's taste by the help of his one, loyal servant
Barbatos
Not even two hour passed by and you're already putty in his hands
Dancing just like how he wants it on his palms
Then he'll slide a paper into the table to you, together with a beautiful pen
He then point at an empty line with his finger and said "Look at that MC, this line right here wants your signature."
"Hmm, why?~"
"Because it's such a huge fan of you and it needs you to become something, someone better, so why don't you give it a sign?" Is what he said while smirking.
And there you are, signing the papers while your mind is clouded with alcohol
Oh what is it?
Just a marriage contract
You don't want it?
Look into rules and regulations, Claus 5
It's against your human rights?
How foolish, you're not in the human world.
You will tell the whole Devildom about it?
Lรจse majestรฉ
And what's the punishment for committing that? Simple.
Death.
BARBATOS and his timeline power
He loves you
So much actually
At first, it was fun to be in a relationship with him
It's fun, slowly opening him up like a present and seeing the gift, a part of him that only you know.
He builds up trust for you and so do you for him
Then it started to get suffocating
He won't admit it openly but you know,
You know that the one who kills anyone who dared act close with you is him
And it terrifies you
You may allow it if it actually harms you, severely
But it's not for your protection anymore
He's doing it out of pure annoyance now
He doesn't like you around the brothers
The angels
Solomon
Thirteen
Or even Lord Diavolo
In fact, he doesn't want you around anyone.
And it's making you feel more unsafe
He's starting to isolate you from everyone and everything
He's trying to isolate you from the world
So you decided to end things with him
And he doesn't seem to take it lightly like how you expected...
How did you know?
Simple.
You woke up weeks before that break up happened
You know how it happened and you know who made it happen
It's none other than your boyfriend of course
You thought that maybe if you talk nicely with him he'll actually understand the problem
But he didn't
He started to get more and more aggressive with you
Then when the week end
It repeats
And repeats
And repeats
And repeats again
And again
But it will keep going on like that until you learn
Until you learn that there's no other option than him
No other ending than him
He doesn't mind driving you crazy if it means you'll continue to love him
So good luck, MC.
SIMEON might just ask Father for help
Ho doesn't understand!
Why would you want to break up with him?!
He did everything, MC!
It's not clear!
Nothing is clear!
You just belive that you two are not fit together..?
You don't want him to end up like Lilith..?
He doesn't care!
He'll burn these precious, white wings for you!
He'll kill for you!
He'd actually prefer to end up like Lilith rather than this!
Because, at least, Lilith managed to be with her love until her life ended...
He'd rather be a demon or a human rather then live like the adored angel he is without you...
...
You'll still leave huh?
Alright then.
I guess he has no choice but to ask Father for help
What do you mean it will cause him to fall? Oh dear, it won't.
It might actually even promote him into a higher rank.
Father wants you in his side.
In fact, the whole celestial realm want you on this side
So when he asked "Father, it seems that we need to take even larger measure to have MC side with us. What do you think we can do?"
...oh?
Luke?
What a brilliant plan.
Now,
Let's see if you can still leave knowing an innocent life, Luke, will be put under danger because of this tantrum,
Because of you.
SOLOMON and his hidden antics
Oh dear, angel
His little devil
His most prized possession
His favorite concubine,
You won't be leaving him anytime soon, dear.
When you told him that "I want to break up with you."
He kept himself quite for a while before answering "Let me give it some thought, MC. For now, stay with me."
And just as he expected you listened obediently.
But then, his grip around your waits became more rough
And the hand he used to playfully wrap around your neck became more tight
It's hard...
It's hard to feed you his love laced cooking
But he found out that you just loves, adored even, Luke's baked cookies...
And since you're a human, he knows that Luke creates special cookies just for you
One that don't contain exotic ingredients that will upset your stomach
And it just made the work of latching love potions easier for him
He'll just add a few drops and it will do the magic for him
So, all he has to do sit tight
And wait for you to crawl back to his lap yourself.
RAPHAEL will use spears for example
Haha...
But he loves you, MC..?
He might just start crying if you say more
"Sure... But I'll make sure you'll come back to me..!"
At first, it sounded like a joke and it's funny enough to make you giggle
The beautiful memories of peaceful separation didn't last long after you saw a dead body pinned by spears though
His spears, to be specific
It doesn't even make sense
You don't even know this guy...
He hasn't talk to you and you don't even know him
Hell, you don't even recognize his face...
So what's the catch?
Why is he killing completely random people...
That's what have been running around your mind
You haven't seen him around RAD anymore
And if you do he refuse to answer your questions
Except his face will lightly flush and he'll even smile a little before sa say "Ah~ It's nice hearing your voice..."
His tone, the way he says it, none of theme are innocent
And he made it known that he knows what he's doing
The curiosity didn't last long
Until you found out that the corpses aren't for you from him as a threat
It was for the families of the victims
You found out that each of them have high power among the nobilities of Devildom
And he killed them to make the families think that you're telling him to do so
It's not to make you feel guilty, it for them to start attacking you
Until you're pushed back to a corner where no one else can save you
Except for him.
MEPHISTOPHELES's way only
Ha...
Man he loves you so much...
But all he do is stare at you blankly after you told him you ant to break up
Staring at you like you're just some kid throwing a tantrum
It's Mephistopheles in front of you, I mean, he's rich, handsome, tall, smart and has good family background
If he's a human everybody would have gone crazy over him already
Plus he wears heels and he has a sexy cane
What more could you ask for?
But yeah...
You don't want to be with him forever?
Sure, he'll talk to Diavolo.
"I'll buy MC's contract and I'll put them under my wing." Is all the reason he needs to say and a few more to have Diavolo selling you
What about your family?
This amount will do right?
I mean...
He paid for what your worth so don't expect it to be much.
Anyways, you're his now
By the eyes of the law, money and his
He'll never let you get away?
And if you did try to?
He'll simply frame you for treason and let's see if you won't come crawling back to him
After finding out that he can choose what type of punishment, torture method, to give you.
But don't worry.
He likes the game cat and mouse
He don't like playing it for a long time though
So be careful
His patience isn't as long as the line of money and connection ahead of him
THIRTEEN basically holds your life
Break up?
"You're not." Is all she said as she holds your candle
She's grinning widely as she let your candle melt, its 's wax falling directly in her hands
"Why would you even want to?" She asked even though she knows, no reason can separate the two of you
And if you did say "I don't care." as she holds you candle
She might just accidentally extinguish one of your loved ones candles
So be careful, MC.
Among everyone
She's the only one who won't joke around.
And just so you know
Her patience is shorter than the amount of time it requires to kill someone's fire off of their candle.
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