#⌥ ⁏ ◍ ∷ ℣ — ᴛ ᴡ ɪ ᴛ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ⌔ ⊒

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꒰ 𝓛𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓼 /ℱℴ𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝓎𝓂𝒷ℴ𝓁𝓈 ꒱

𝕬 𝕭 𝕮 𝕯 𝕳 𝕱 𝕲 𝕳 𝕴 𝕵 𝕶 𝕷 𝕸 𝕹 𝕼 𝕻 𝕼 𝕽 𝕾 𝕿 𝖀 𝖁 𝖂 𝖃 𝖄 𝖅

ᴀ ʙ ᴄ ᴅ ᴇ ꜰ ɢ ʜ ɪ ᴊ ᴋ ʟ ᴍ ɴ ᴏ ᴘ ʀ ꜱ ᴛ ᴜ ᴠ ᴡ ʏ ᴢ

𝓐 𝓑 𝓒 𝓓 𝓔 𝓕 𝓖 𝓗 𝓘 𝓙 𝓚 𝓛 𝓜 𝓝 𝓞 𝓟 𝓠 𝓡 𝓢 𝓣 𝓤 𝓥 𝓦 𝓧 𝓨 𝓧

　　

𝙰 𝙱 𝙲 𝙳 𝙴 𝙵 𝙶 𝙷 𝙸 𝙹 𝙺 𝙻 𝙼 𝙽 𝙾 𝙿 𝚀 𝚁 𝚂 𝚃 𝚄 𝚅 𝚆 𝚇 𝚈 𝚉

𝔞 𝔟 𝔠 𝔡 𝔢 𝔣 𝔤 𝔥 𝔦 𝔧 𝔨 𝔩 𝔪 𝔫 𝔬 𝔭 𝔮 𝔯 𝔰 𝔱 𝔲 𝔳 𝔴 𝔵 𝔶 𝔷

[bluesdeexus]

𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒔 🧺

𝗮 𝗯 𝗰 𝗱 𝗲 𝗳 𝗴 𝗵 𝗶 𝗷 𝗸 𝗹 𝗺 𝗻 𝗼 𝗽 𝗾 𝗿 𝘀 𝘁 𝘂 𝘃 𝘄 𝘅 𝘆 𝘇

𝘢 𝘣 𝘤 𝘥 𝘦 𝘧 𝘨 𝘩 𝘪 𝘫 𝘬 𝘭 𝘮 𝘯 𝘰 𝘱 𝘲 𝘳 𝘴 𝘵 𝘶 𝘷 𝘸 𝘹 𝘺 𝘻

𝒂 𝒃 𝒄 𝒅 𝒆 𝒇 𝒈 𝒉 𝒊 𝒋 𝒌 𝒍 𝒎 𝒏 𝒐 𝒑 𝒒 𝒓 𝒔 𝒕 𝒖 𝒗 𝒘 𝒙 𝒚 𝒛

𝐚 𝐛 𝐜 𝐝 𝐞 𝐟 𝐠 𝐡 𝐢 𝐣 𝐤 𝐥 𝐦 𝐧 𝐨 𝐩 𝐪 𝐫 𝐬 𝐭 𝐮 𝐯 𝐰 𝐱 𝐲 𝐳

ᴀ ʙ ᴄ ᴅ ᴇ ғ ɢ ʜ ɪ ᴊ ᴋ ʟ ᴍ ɴ ᴏ ᴘ ǫ ʀ s ᴛ ᴜ ᴠ ᴡ x ʏ ᴢ

𝓪 𝓫 𝓬 𝓭 𝓮 𝓯 𝓰 𝓱 𝓲 𝓳 𝓴 𝓵 𝓶 𝓷 𝓸 𝓹 𝓺 𝓻 𝓼 𝓽 𝓾 𝓿 𝔀 𝔁 𝔂 𝔃

𝚊 𝚋 𝚌 𝚍 𝚎 𝚏 𝚐 𝚑 𝚒 𝚓 𝚔 𝚕 𝚖 𝚗 𝚘 𝚙 𝚚 𝚛 𝚜 𝚝 𝚞 𝚟 𝚠 𝚡 𝚢 𝚣

a̲ ̲b̲ ̲c̲ ̲d̲ ̲e̲ ̲f̲ ̲g̲ ̲h̲ ̲i̲ ̲j̲ ̲k̲ ̲l̲ ̲m̲ ̲n̲ ̲o̲ ̲p̲ ̲q̲ ̲r̲ ̲s̲ ̲t̲ ̲u̲ ̲v̲ ̲w̲ ̲x̲ ̲y̲ ̲z̲ ̲

𝖆 𝖇 𝖈 𝖉 𝖊 𝖋 𝖌 𝖍 𝖎 𝖏 𝖐 𝖑 𝖒 𝖓 𝖔 𝖕 𝖖 𝖗 𝖘 𝖙 𝖚 𝖛 �� 𝖝 𝖞 𝖟

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🎀 FONTES DIFERENTE 🎀

α в ¢ ∂ є f g н ι ᴊ к ℓ м и σ

ρ q я ѕ т υ ν χ у ω z

α Ⴆ ƈ ԃ ҽ ϝ ɠ ԋ ι ʝ ƙ ʅ ɱ ɳ

σ ρ ϙ ɾ ʂ ƚ υ ʋ x ყ ɯ ȥ

ᴀ ʙ ᴄ ᴅ ᴇ ғ ɢ ʜ ɪ ᴊ ᴋ ʟ ᴍ ɴ

ᴏ ᴘ ǫ ʀ ᴛ ᴜ ᴠ x ʏ ᴡ ᴢ

[w-ionios]

Não autorais/No authorial/No autoral

 ׅ  ࣪  ᵔᴗᵔ  ࣪  ׅ 🍜 ׅ  ࣪  Kaomojis

૮₍´˶ᵔｪᵔ˶`₎ა ₍ᐢ  ›  ̫ ‹ ᐢ₎ ૮₍´ ˶ ｪ ˵ `₎ა ₍ᐢ ๑ • 𖥦 • ๑ ᐢ₎︎ ₍ ๑ • ᴗ • ๑ ₎

૮₍｡ •᎔�� ｡₎ა ꒰  ｡• ꈊ • ｡ ꒱  ꒰  ๑  •  ₃  •  ๑  ꒱  ꒰ ◌ ᵕ  𖥦  ᵕ ◌ ꒱

૮₍ •  ⬫  •  ♡  ₎ა ૮₍ ๑ •  ᵜ  ก ๑ ₎ა ʕ ꐦ • ᆺ • ʔ ᘏ⑅ᘏ

₍ ᐢ ⬪ •  ▿  • ⬪ ᐢ ₎  ˃̵ᴗ˂ ₍ ᐢ ⬫ •  ▿  ก ⬫ ᐢ ₎︎ ૮₍ ◦ • ꀾ • ◦ ₎ა

૮₍ ˶• ˔ ต ₎ა ₍ᵔ๑・ᴥ・๑ᵔ₎ ᕱ⑅ᕱ  ˃̵ᴗ˂n꒰ ◦ •  ⬪  • ◦ ꒱ ᴖ᎑ᴖ  •᎑• 

˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ˃ᴗ˂  >.<  ᴗ˳ᴗ ◕ᴗ◕ ˃̵ᴗ˂ ๑•ᴗ•๑​ ᵔᴥᵔ  ૮₍｡´ᴖ ˔ ᴖ`｡₎ა 

૮₍꜆꜄ ˃ ³ ˂ ₎ა ₍ᐢ˶• ˔ กᐢ₎  ⍝◜ᐢ • 🐽 • ᐢ◝⍝  ૮ ・ع・ა ପ꒰  ⑅  •  ᵜ  ก  ꒱

 ׅ  ࣪ >.< ࣪  ׅ 🥐 ׅ  ࣪ Símbolos e Separadores

୨୧ ✧ 𖨂 ⵌ ⨳ ഒ ⊹ ᪤ 𖧧 ꗃ ꔛ ๑ ⩩ ▦ ✦ 𖣠 Ꮺ % ❍ ๑ ⌁ ﹆ ૪

𖤐 谷 ⿻ ✸۫ ❤︎ ৫ ⋆ ☺︎ ☹︎ › ‹ 𖤐 ャ ꕤ 𖧷 ▭▬ ꜥꜤ& ҂ ﹅﹆ 𖤘 𖠊

𖠿 𖠚 𖠅 𖤘 ◌ ◍ ◔ ◕ ❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ﹫ 𖠌 ❅ ৎ୭ ☆ ★ ♡ ♥︎ □ ■✮

✰ ？！〄 ゅ ⾕  ݈݇- 𖣯 ま ≛ ぬ̳ ໑▸ ֙⋆ ⩉ 𖦥 ☄︎ ⌕ ≡ ⌂ ♡̶ 𖥔

☕︎｡ ࿔ ↻⸙ ❈ ❉ ❊ ❋ ✾ ✿ ❀ ❁ ❂ ❃ ♡̸ ઇઉ ⌦ ⚝ �� ❅ ❊

⚘⿴݃ ✕ ✘ .ᨘ۫.ꪶ ⇢ ⇠ ⇣ ⇡ ⇾ ⇽↢ ↣ ↤ ↥ ↦ ↧ ⇠ ⇡ ⇢ ⇣ ⃝༘⃕

⟅ ⊱ ✿◞♡° ♡⃕ ❲ ❳ ❏ ❐ ❑ ❒ 〔 〕 〘 〙 「 」 『 』 ༊ ༉ ∞ ʚ ɞ ꒰

꒱ ˗ˏˋ ˎˊ˗ ↬ ↫ ➸ ➹ ❇ Ꮺ ꒦꒷ ૪ ༄ ᘒ ⎙ ᝰ ˖𓂃 ִֶָ ๋ 㚼 ꗃ ⸙ જ  ݈݇- ꔛ

☆★ ✮✰ 𖤐 𖤣 𖦥 ⊹ ャ 𖦆 𖥔 ﹆ ﹅ ᵕ̈ ↺ % ✤ ✥ ❖ □ ■ ♤ ♠︎

◇ ◆ ♧ ♣︎ ✙ ✚ ➷ ➹ ♡ ⃝༘⃕ .ᨘ۫.bꪶ ⚝ Ꮺ ꒦꒷ ૪ ༄ ᘒ ⎙ ᝰ ˖𓂃 ִֶָ

ꗃ ⸙ જ  ݈݇- ꔛ ☆★ ✮✰ 𖤐 𖤣 𖦥 ⊹ ャ 𖦆 𖥔 ﹆ ﹅ ᵕ̈ ↺ % ✤ ✥ ❖

︶ ︶ ︶ ︶

⏝ ۰ ⏝ ۰ ⏝ ۰ ⏝ ۰ ⏝

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⏝⏝⏝⏝⏝⏝⏝⏝⏝⏝⏝

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ׅ ࣪ ๑•ᴗ•๑​ ࣪ ׅ 🍙 ׅ ࣪ Letras

ⓐ ⓑ ⓒ ⓓ ⓔ ⓕ ⓖ ⓗ ⓘ ⓙ ⓚ ⓛ ⓜ ⓝ ⓞ ⓟ ⓠ ⓡ ⓢ ⓣ ⓤ ⓥ ⓦ ⓧ ⓨ ⓩ

🅐 🅑 🅒 🅓 🅔 🅕 🅖 🅗 🅘 🅙 🅚 🅛 🅜 🅝 🅞 🅟 🅠 🅡 🅢 ���� 🅤 🅥 🅦 🅧 🅨 🅩

⍺⍺b𝖻 cⲥ d𝖽 eᧉ fẜ g𝗀 h𝗁 iᎥιꪱ jj kk lꙆ mꭑ n𝗇 oᦅ pթ qq rr ss t𝗍 𝗎u v𝗏

ᴀ ʙ ᴄ ᴅ ᴇ ғ ɢ ʜ ɪ ᴊ ᴋ ʟ ᴍ ɴ ᴏ ᴘ ϙ ʀ s ᴛ ᴜ ᴠ ᴡ x ʏ ᴢ

ᵃ ᵇ ᶜ ᵈ ᵉ ᶠ ᵍ ʰ ⁱ ʲ ᵏ ˡ ᵐ ⁿ ᵒ ᵖ ᵠ ʳ ˢ ᵗ ᵘ ᵛ ʷ ˣ ʸ ᶻ

ᥲ ɑ ꪖ ხ ɓ ᖯ ᨢ в ᥴ ɕ ძ ᦔ ∂ ℮ ᥱ⃗ ꪮ ᥱ ꫀ ꧖ ᦸ є ᰚ ƒ ց ᧁ ℊ ᦆ ℎ ꫝ ɦ ꫝꪾ

Ꮒ ι Ꭵ ꪱ ᪂ ⅉ ᦔ́ ʝ ƙ ᥣ ʆ ℒ ℓ ꧑ м ꪑ ꦧ ℳ ꩇ ᧗ ᥢ ɴַ ᥒ ɳ ꪀ ᧞ ᥆ σ ɵ ℴ ꪫ

ꪮ ℘ ρ ǫ ℛ я ᥰ ꧏ ʀ ɾ ᥉ ട ℑ ꪻ Ƭ τ ł ᥙ υ ᥔ ꪙ ᥎ ϑ ꪚ ν ᥕ ᤐ Ꮗ Ɯ ꧘ ᨰ

ꪝ ꪎ ყ ꪗ ꪩ ᥡ ᤁ

[sonsvivaz]

𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗕𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗦 𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗦 : جي . 🪴📼 ˙

⠀꒰⠀⠀꒱ ꕤ ⠀੭⠀✿𝆬⠀౿ ❁ 𖹭⠀࣭ ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚

𓇼 🌊 🐚 ٠࣪⭑🪬🫧🫶🏻🤍 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

🧸ྀི 𐙚𓇼🧉❀🐚𓆉︎ ࿔*:･ﾟ☾ 𔓘 ꔛ Ꮺ ∞

⌗༄ ༅ ༆ ☀︎ ☕︎ 𓁹 𓏲 ♱ ♰ ✶ ✿ ❀ ✵ ✳ ✦

★ ☆ 𖤓 ✡ ✹ ✺ ❅ ✧ ☬ ♒︎ ๑ ⚛︎ 𖦹 ↜ ˒ ˓ ╶

─ ♡ 𓆙 ❧ ᜊ ꧁ ꧂ ⏤͟͟͞͞⃞ ⏤͟͟͞͞ ◯ △ □

┆︴◆ ☻ ☺︎ ○ ▸ ▸ ᵕ̈ ◡̈ ☘︎ ☁︎ ☂︎ ☔︎︎ ♪ ♩ ♫

♬ ♯ ♑︎ ♍︎ ™ ℡ ፨ ッ ¿ 彡 ⚊ 𖣔 ᕦ ᕤ ∿ [ ]

⓪①②④⑤⑥⑦⑧⑨

⓿❶❷❸❹❺❻❼❽❾

⁰¹³³⁴⁵⁷⁷⁸⁹

𝔸 𝕓 ℂ 𝕕 𝕖 𝕗 𝕘 𝕙 𝕚 𝕛 𝕜 𝕝 𝕞 𝕟 𝕠 𝕡 𝕢 𝕣 𝕤 𝕥 𝕦 𝕧 𝕖 𝕩 𝕪 𝕫

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

𝚊 𝚋 𝚌 𝚍 𝚎 𝚏 𝚐 𝚑 𝚒 𝚓 𝚔 𝚕 𝚖 𝚗 𝚘 𝚙 𝚚 𝚛 𝚜 𝚝 𝚞 𝚟 𝚠 𝚡 𝚢 𝚣

𝐚 𝐛 𝐜 𝐝 𝐞 𝐟 𝐠 𝐡 𝐢 𝐣 𝐤 𝐥 𝐦 𝐧 𝐨 𝐩 𝐪 𝐫 𝐬 𝐭 𝐮 𝐯 𝐰 𝐱 𝐲 𝐳

ᗩ ᗷ ᑕ ᗪ ᗴ ᖴ ᘜ ᕼ I ᒍ K ᒪ ᗰ ᑎ O ᑭ ᑫ ᖇ Տ T ᑌ ᐯ ᗯ ᙭ Y ᘔ

ᴀ ʙ ᴄ ᴅ ᴇ ғ ɢ ʜ ɪ ᴊ ᴋ ʟ ᴍ ɴ ᴏ ᴘ ǫ ʀ s ᴛ ᴜ ᴠ ᴡ x ʏ ᴢ

ａ ｂ ｃ ｄ ｅ ｆ ｇ ｈ ｉ ｊ ｋ ｌ ｍ ｎ ｏ ｐ ｑ ｒ ｓ ｔ ｕ ｖ ｗ ｘ ｙ ｚ

𝒂 𝒃 𝒄 𝒅 𝒆 𝒇 𝒈 𝒉 𝒊 𝒋 𝒌 𝒍 𝒎 𝒏 𝒐 𝒑 𝒒 𝒓 𝒔 𝒕 𝒖 𝒗 𝒘 𝒙 𝒚 𝒛

𝗮 𝗯 𝗰 𝗱 𝗲 𝗳 𝗴 𝗵 𝗶 𝗷 𝗸 𝗹 𝗺 𝗻 𝗼 𝗽 𝗾 𝗿 𝘀 𝘁 𝘂 𝘃 𝘄 𝘅 𝘆 𝘇

𝖺 𝖻 𝖼 𝖽 𝖾 𝖿 𝗀 𝗁 𝗂 𝗃 𝗄 𝗅 𝗆 𝗇 𝗈 𝗉 𝗊 𝗋 𝗌 𝗍 𝗎 𝗏 𝗐 𝗑 𝗒 𝗓

𝗧𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗦 𝗢𝗦 𝗦𝗜́𝗠𝗕𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗦 𝗦𝗔𝗢 𝗗𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗛𝗔 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗔,

𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗲́𝗺 𝗻𝗮̃𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗮́ 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮́𝗿𝗶𝗼 𝗼𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗲́𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗼𝘀, 𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗮𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼

𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝘂́𝗱𝗼 𝗲𝗻𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗰̧𝗼̃𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮.

[ 🌺 . 🐠 ] 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 ! - @ digitalssolar

[katsigian]

── ⁺⭒*˖₊☽ ⁺˖ ᴏ ᴄ ɪ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴠ ɪ ᴇ ᴡ ˖⁺ ☾₊˖*⭒⁺ ──

I was tagged by the lovely @mercymaker to fill out these questions for an OC, thank you! There will be a blank version and a tag list below the cut ♡

─── ⁺ ɴ ᴀ ᴍ ᴇ: ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ʟᴇᴇ ᴋɪɴʟᴀᴡ

─── ⁺ ɴ ɪ ᴄ ᴋ ɴ ᴀ ᴍ ᴇ: ꜱᴛᴀʀʟɪɢʜᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜰ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱᴇꜱ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪɴᴛ.

─── ⁺ ɢ ᴇ ɴ ᴅ ᴇ ʀ: ᴄɪꜱ ᴍᴀʟᴇ, ʜᴇ/ʜɪᴍ

─── ⁺ ꜱ ᴛ ᴀ ʀ ꜱ ɪ ɢ ɴ: ᴀʀɪᴇꜱ ꜱᴜɴ, ꜱᴄᴏʀᴘɪᴏ ᴍᴏᴏɴ, ꜱᴀɢɪᴛᴛᴀʀɪᴜꜱ ʀɪꜱɪɴɢ. ɪ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ꜱɪɢɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇʟʏ ᴘɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ʜᴅʜꜱᴊꜱ

─── ⁺ ʜ ᴇ ɪ ɢ ʜ ᴛ: 6'4" or 193cm. ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ʙɪɢ, ʙɪɢ ʙᴏʏ.

─── ⁺ ᴏ ʀ ɪ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ: ᴠᴇʀʏ ɢᴀʏ.

─── ⁺ ɴ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ/ᴇ ᴛ ʜ ɴ ɪ ᴄ ɪ ᴛ ʏ: ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜱᴄᴏᴛᴛɪꜱʜ, ɴᴏʀᴡᴇɢɪᴀɴ, ꜰʀᴇɴᴄʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀɢᴇɴᴛɪɴɪᴀɴ ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ.

─── ⁺ ꜰ ᴀ ᴠ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ɪ ᴛ ᴇ ꜰ ʀ ᴜ ɪ ᴛ: ᴏʀᴀɴɢᴇꜱ! ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ.

─── ⁺ ꜰ ᴀ ᴠ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ɪ ᴛ ᴇ ꜱ ᴇ ᴀ ꜱ ᴏ ɴ: ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ. ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ʙᴏʏ, ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ. ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ꜱɪᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜʏ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴀɴɴᴇᴅ. ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛᴅᴏᴏʀꜱ.

─── ⁺ ꜰ ᴀ ᴠ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ɪ ᴛ ᴇ ꜰ ʟ ᴏ ᴡ ᴇ ʀ: ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴀɴʏ ꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ʟɪʟɪᴇꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ꜱᴘᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴜɴꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ.

─── ⁺ ꜰ ᴀ ᴠ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ɪ ᴛ ᴇ ꜱ ᴄ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴍᴇʟʟꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

─── ⁺ ᴄ ᴏ ꜰ ꜰ ᴇ ᴇ, ᴛ ᴇ ᴀ, ʜ ᴏ ᴛ ᴄ ʜ ᴏ ᴄ ᴏ ʟ ᴀ ᴛ ᴇ: ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ᴅʀɪɴᴋꜱ ᴇꜱᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴏ/ʟᴀᴛᴛᴇꜱ 80% ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ ɪꜰ ᴇꜱᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴏ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜᴏᴛ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏɴ ᴏᴄᴄᴀꜱɪᴏɴ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡʜɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏɴ ɪᴛ. ᴍᴏꜱᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴀᴅꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴘᴇᴘᴘᴇʀᴍɪɴᴛ/ᴇɢɢɴᴏɢ/ɴᴜᴛᴍᴇɢ ᴅʀɪɴᴋꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴛᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ.

─── ⁺ ᴀ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ ᴀ ɢ ᴇ ʜ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ꜱ ᴏ ꜰ ꜱ ʟ ᴇ ᴇ ᴘ: ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ 3-8 ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ. ɪᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴏɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ. ꜰᴏʀ ᴇxᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ, ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ʜᴇ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘꜱ ɪɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ ʀᴇꜱᴛ. ᴏʀ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ɪɴꜱᴏᴍɴɪᴀ (ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴛꜱᴅ) ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ.

─── ⁺ ᴅ ᴏ ɢ ᴏ ʀ ᴄ ᴀ ᴛ ᴘ ᴇ ʀ ꜱ ᴏ ɴ: ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ʟᴇᴀɴꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴅᴏɢꜱ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄᴀᴛꜱ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴅᴏɢ ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴛᴛʟᴇꜱ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ. ʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴏᴜᴛꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ʙᴜꜱʏ.

─── ⁺ ᴅ ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴍ ᴛ ʀ ɪ ᴘ: ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪᴇʀʀᴀ ɴᴇᴠᴀᴅᴀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴋʟᴀᴍᴀᴛʜ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅᴇʀ. ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɴᴏʀᴛʜ, ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴄᴀɴᴀᴅᴀ. ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛᴅᴏᴏʀꜱʏ ᴛʀɪᴘ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ʜᴀꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄᴀᴍᴘɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ʜᴇ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ. ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀ ꜰɪʀᴇ, ꜱᴛᴀʀɢᴀᴢɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʟʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴘᴏʟʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ʜɪᴋɪɴɢ, ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ. ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ.

─── ⁺ ꜰ ᴀ ᴠ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ɪ ᴛ ᴇ ꜰ ɪ ᴄ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ᴄ ʜ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ᴄ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ: ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ 100% ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴇxɪꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʏʙᴇʀᴘᴜɴᴋ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʏᴇᴛ, ꜱᴏ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ!

─── ⁺ ɴ ᴜ ᴍ ʙ ᴇ ʀ ᴏ ꜰ ʙ ʟ ᴀ ɴ ᴋ ᴇ ᴛ ꜱ: ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰʏ ᴅᴜᴠᴇᴛ. ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪɢ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰʏ ꜰᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇꜱ, ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴ ᴀ ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ᴘʟᴜꜱ ᴀ ꜰɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʟᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇᴇᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ-ᴡɪꜱᴇ. ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡꜱ-ᴡɪꜱᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ.

─── ⁺ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ᴅ ᴏ ᴍ ꜰ ᴀ ᴄ ᴛ: ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ɪꜱ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱɪɴɢʟʏ ᴀɢɪʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪᴢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴛᴡʜᴇᴇʟꜱ! ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ-ʜᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴋɪɴᴅ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱɪɴɢʟʏ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜰʟᴇxɪʙʟᴇ. ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜᴘᴘᴇʀ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏʀ ʙʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴇɢ ᴜᴘ ʜɪɢʜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴋɪᴄᴋ. ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʜɪᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ ꜰʟᴇxɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ. ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴄᴋʙᴏxɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴊᴊ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ.

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𝚊 𝚋 𝚌 𝚍 𝚎 𝚏 𝚐 𝚑 𝚒 𝚓 𝚔 𝚕 𝚖 𝚗 𝚘 𝚙 𝚚 𝚛 𝚜 𝚝 𝚞 𝚟 𝚠 𝚡 𝚢 𝚣

𝙰 𝙱 𝙲 𝙳 𝙴 𝙵 𝙶 𝙷 𝙸 𝙹 𝙺 𝙻 𝙼 𝙽 𝙾 𝙿 𝚀 𝚁 𝚂 𝚃 𝚄 𝚅 𝚆 𝚇 𝚈 𝚉

𝕬 𝕭 𝕮 𝕯 𝕰 𝕱 𝕲 𝕳 𝕴 𝕵 𝕶 𝕷 𝕸 𝕹 𝕺 𝕻 𝕼 𝕽 𝕾 𝕿 𝖀 𝖁 𝖂 𝖃 𝖄 𝖅

𝖆 𝖇 𝖈 𝖉 𝖊 𝖋 𝖌 𝖍 𝖎 𝖏 𝖐 𝖑 𝖒 𝖓 𝖔 𝖕 𝖖 𝖗 𝖘 𝖙 𝖚 𝖛 𝖜 𝖝 𝖞 𝖟

a̷b̷c̷d̷e̷f̷g̷h̷i̷j̷k̷l̷m̷n̷o̷p̷q̷r̷s̷t̷u̷v̷w̷x̷y̷z̷

a͓̽ b͓ ̽ c͓̽ d͓ ̽ e͓̽ f͓ ̽ g͓ ̽ h͓ ̽ i͓̽ j ͓ ̽ k͓ ̽ l͓ ̽ m͓̽ n͓̽ o͓̽ p͓ ̽ q͓ ̽ r͓̽ s͓̽ t͓ ̽ u͓̽ v͓̽ w͓̽ x͓̽ y͓ ̽ z͓̽

a̤ b̤ c̤ d̤ e̤ f̤ g̤ h̤ i̤j̤ k̤ l̤m̤ n̤ o̤ p̤ q̤ r̤ s̤ t̤ṳ v̤ w̤ x̤ y̤ z̤

ä b̈ c̈ d̈ ë f ̈g̈ ḧ ï j̈k̈ l̈m̈ n̈ ö p̈ q̈ r̈ s̈ ẗ ü v̈ ẅ ẍ ÿ z̈

a̫ b̫ c̫ d̫ e̫ f̫g̫ h̫ i̫j̫k̫ l̫m̫ n̫ o̫ p̫ q̫ r̫ s̫ t̫u̫ v̫ w̫ x̫ y̫ z̫

a͚ b͚ c͚ d͚ e͚ f͚g͚ h͚ i͚j͚ k͚ l͚m͚ n͚ o͚ p͚ q͚ r͚ s͚ t͚u͚ v͚ w͚ x͚ y͚ z͚

𝔸 𝕒 𝔹 𝕓 ℂ 𝕔 𝔻 𝕕 𝔼 𝕖 𝔽 𝕗 𝔾 𝕘 ℍ 𝕙 𝕀 𝕚 𝕁 𝕛 𝕂 𝕜 𝕃 𝕝 𝕄 𝕞 ℕ 𝕟 𝕆 𝕠 ℙ 𝕡 ℚ 𝕢 ℝ 𝕣 𝕊 𝕤 𝕋 𝕥 𝕌 𝕦 𝕍 𝕧 𝕎 𝕨 𝕏 𝕩 𝕐 𝕪 ℤ

𝙰 𝚊 𝙱 𝚋 𝙲 𝚌 𝙳 𝚍 𝙴 𝚎 𝙵 𝚏 𝙶 𝚐 𝙷 𝚑 𝙸 𝚒 𝙹 𝚓 𝙺 𝚔 𝙻 𝚕 𝙼 𝚖 𝙽 𝚗 𝙾 𝚘 𝙿 𝚙 𝚀 𝚚 𝚁 𝚛 𝚂 𝚜 𝚃 𝚝 𝚄 𝚞 𝚅 𝚟 𝚆 𝚠 𝚇 𝚡 𝚈 𝚢 𝚉

𝘈 𝘢 𝘉 𝘣 𝘊 𝘤 𝘋 𝘥 𝘌 𝘦 𝘍 𝘧 𝘎 𝘨 𝘏 𝘩 𝘐 𝘪 𝘑 𝘫 𝘒 𝘬 𝘓 𝘭 𝘔 𝘮 𝘕 𝘯 𝘖 𝘰 𝘗 𝘱 𝘘 𝘲 𝘙 𝘳 𝘚 𝘴 𝘛 𝘵 𝘜 𝘶 𝘝 𝘷 𝘞 𝘸 𝘟 𝘹 𝘠 𝘺 𝘡

𝘼 𝙖 𝘽 𝙗 𝘾 𝙘 𝘿 𝙙 𝙀 𝙚 𝙁 𝙛 𝙂 𝙜 𝙃 𝙝 𝙄 𝙞 𝙅 𝙟 𝙆 𝙠 𝙇 𝙡 𝙈 𝙢 𝙉 𝙣 𝙊 𝙤 𝙋 𝙥 𝙌 𝙦 𝙍 𝙧 𝙎 𝙨 𝙏 𝙩 𝙐 𝙪 𝙑 𝙫 𝙒 𝙬 𝙓 𝙭 𝙔 𝙮 𝙕

𝐴 𝑎 𝐵 𝑏 𝐶 𝑐 𝐷 𝑑 𝐸 𝑒 𝐹 𝑓 𝐺 𝑔 𝐻 ℎ 𝐼 𝑖 𝐽 𝑗 𝐾 𝑘 𝐿 𝑙 𝑀 𝑚 𝑁 𝑛 𝑂 𝑜 𝑃 𝑝 𝑄 𝑞 𝑅 𝑟 𝑆 𝑠 𝑇 𝑡 𝑈 𝑢 𝑉 𝑣 𝑊 𝑤 𝑋 𝑥 𝑌 𝑦 𝑍

𝒂 𝑩 𝒃 𝑪 𝒄 𝑫 𝒅 𝑬 𝒆 𝑭 𝒇 𝑮 𝒈 𝑯 𝒉 𝑰 𝒊 𝑱 𝒋 𝑲 𝒌 𝑳 𝒍 𝑴 𝒎 𝑵 𝒏 𝑶 𝒐 𝑷 𝒑 𝑸 𝒒 𝑹 𝒓 𝑺 𝒔 𝑻 𝒕 𝑼 𝒖 𝑽 𝒗 𝑾 𝒘 𝑿 𝒙 𝒀 𝒚 𝒁

𝐀 𝐚 𝐁 𝐛 𝐂 𝐜 𝐃 𝐝 𝐄 𝐞 𝐅 𝐟 𝐆 𝐠 𝐇 𝐡 𝐈 𝐢 𝐉 𝐣 𝐊 𝐤 𝐋 𝐥 𝐌 𝐦 𝐍 𝐧 𝐎 𝐨 𝐏 𝐩 𝐐 𝐪 𝐑 𝐫 𝐒 𝐬 𝐓 𝐭 𝐔 𝐮 𝐕 𝐯 𝐖 𝐰 𝐗 𝐱 𝐘 𝐲 𝐙

𝗔 𝗮 𝗕 𝗯 𝗖 𝗰 𝗗 𝗱 𝗘 𝗲 𝗙 𝗳 𝗚 𝗴 𝗛 𝗵 𝗜 𝗶 𝗝 𝗷 𝗞 𝗸 𝗟 𝗹 𝗠 𝗺 𝗡 𝗻 𝗢 𝗼 𝗣 𝗽 𝗤 𝗾 𝗥 𝗿 𝗦 𝘀 𝗧 𝘁 𝗨 𝘂 𝗩 𝘃 𝗪 𝘄 𝗫 𝘅 𝗬 𝘆 𝗭

𝓐 𝓑 𝓒 𝓓 𝓔 𝓕 𝓖 𝓗 𝓘 𝓙 𝓚 𝓛 𝓜 𝓝 𝓞 𝓟 𝓠 𝓡 𝓢 𝓣 𝓤 𝓥 𝓦 𝓧 𝓨 𝓩 𝒶 𝒷 𝒸 𝒹 ℯ 𝒻 ℊ 𝒽 �� 𝒿 𝓀 𝓁 𝓂 𝓃 ℴ 𝓅 𝓆 𝓇 𝓈 𝓉 𝓊 𝓋 𝓌 𝓍 𝓎 𝓏

ᵃ ᵇ ᶜ ᵈ ᵉ ᶠ ᵍ ʰ ᶤ ʲ ᵏ ˡ ᵐ ᶰ ᵒ ᵖ ᵠ ʳ ˢ ᵗ ᵘ ᵛ ʷ ˣ ʸ ᶻ

λ ϐ ς d ε ғϑ ɢ н ι ϳ κ l ϻ π σ ρ φ г s τ υ v ш ϰ ψ z

α Ⴆ ƈ ԃ ҽ ϝ ɠ ԋ ι ʝ ƙ ʅ ɱ ɳ σ ρ ϙ ɾ ʂ ƚ υ ʋ ɯ x ყ ȥ

α в c ɔ ε ғ ɢ н ı נ κ ʟ м п σ ρ ǫ я ƨ т υ ν ш х ч z

ᴀ ʙ ᴄ ᴅ ᴇ ғ ɢ ʜ ɪ ᴊ ᴋ ʟ ᴍ ɴ ᴏ ᴘ ϙ ʀ s ᴛ ᴜ ᴠ ᴡ x ʏ ᴢ

α в c ∂ e ғ ɢ н ι j ĸ ℓ м η o ρ ǫ я ѕ т υ v ш χ ч z

ᥲ b ᥴ d ᥱ f g h ι j k ᥣ m ᥒ o ρ q r s t ᥙ v ᥕ x ყ z

[luci-mxrningstar]

ᰔ | ᴡ ɪ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴋ ɪ ɴ ɢ ɪ ᴄ ᴏ ɴ s

𝐴𝑑𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠

[s-aturning]

- ★ SOME FONTS FREE

𝙰 𝙱 𝙲 𝙳 𝙴 𝙵 𝙶 𝙷 𝙸 𝙹 𝙺 𝙻 𝙼 𝙽 𝙾 𝙿 𝚀 𝚁 𝚂 𝚃 𝚄 𝚅 𝚇 𝚆 𝚈 𝚉

𝗔 𝗕 𝗖 𝗗 𝗘 𝗙 𝗚 𝗛 𝗜 𝗝 𝗞 𝗟 𝗡 𝗠 𝗢 𝗣 𝗤 𝗥 𝗦 𝗧 𝗨 𝗩 𝗫 𝗪 𝗬 𝗭

ᴀ ʙ ᴄ ᴅ ᴇ ғ ɢ ʜ ɪ ᴊ ᴋ ʟ ᴍ ɴ ᴏ ᴘ ǫ ʀ s ᴛ ᴜ ᴡ x ʏ ᴢ

[scorpicnes]

Wₑ ₐᵣₑ ₜₕₑ ᵥᵢₗₗₐᵢₙₛ ᵢₙ ₛₒₘₑₒₙₑ ₑₗₛₑ'ₛ ₛₜₒᵣy. ₛₒ, wₕy ₛₕₒᵤₗdₙ'ₜ ᵢ bₑ ₑᵥᵢₗ? S̶ ̶C̶ ̶O̶ ̶R̶ ̶P̶ ̶O̶ ̶N̶ ̶O̶ ̶K̶ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ | ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ | ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ-ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ʙ ᴏ ᴜ ᴛ | ʟ ᴀ ᴡ | ᴅ ᴏ ꜱ ꜱ ɪ ᴇ ʀ

[rositaboni]

✼　｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡ㅤ→ ༄ ‧₊˚ 「 」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ˀˀ

♡⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ⌦ ✗ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ↳ ❝ ❞ ➤ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧ ୧ ⋅ ..⃗. ┊ೃ ╰►

꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ↱

ᵕ̈ ↷ ೃ ╲ ╱ 彡 ✥ ❥ Ꮠ ➜ ᎒ ☈ ❁ ⸙͎۪۫ ⊰ 「❀」 . .⃗ ༉‧

₊˚✧ . ˚ ⚘ ˏ`୭̥*ೃ *ૢ✧ ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ೫` ⃟ ཹ։❀ ፧ ੈ✩‧₊ ૪'ރ፧ ࿐ °↳

۵`⌧ ≡ ⸙ ↺彡*ૢ✧;; ↳♡↣❁۪۪ ❥ ➼ :black_small_square: ﹀ೃ* ᬄ ღ

༾ ꙰ ≈  - ̗̀ ゞ •| ⊱✿⊰ |• ╰���►⸙͎ — ≡

︶︶︶︶︶ ﹀ㅤ |. . ° • . .

✩ ✼　｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡ㅤ→ ༄ ‧₊˚ 「 」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ˀˀ

♡⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ✗ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ↳ ❝ ❞ ➤ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧ ୧ ⋅ ..⃗. ೃ ╰► ꒱ ➛

↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ➹ ੈ ‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ ↷ 彡 ✥ ❥ Ꮠ

➜ ᎒ ☈ ❁ ⸙͎۪۫ ⊰ 「❀」 . .⃗ ༉‧₊˚✧ . ˚ ⚘ ˏ`୭̥*ೃ *ૢ✧ ཻུ۪۪⸙͎

೫` ⃟ ཹ։❀ ⃟ ፧ ੈ✩‧₊ 'ރ፧ ° ₍ ₎ ꜜ ͙ ⋰ ⋱ ⌒⌒⌒⌒⌒

↳ ׂׂૢ༘ ۵`⌧.⛇♯݊ - ̗̀ ː͡₊ˀ 〜 :file_folder: ᥴˀ⸼᮫͓ͯ̽❳； . ⸙. ͎۪۫ Oº°‘¨ ፝֯֟ ت →×

— ⁶ ︸ 〞 ꜜ ͎ ╰ ╯ ╱╳╲ ⸗ =͟͟͞͞: 〣 ꞋꞌꞋꞌ ҂ ˘˘˘ ⸝⸝ ￤ ꜥꜤ ﹆

ꜛ ꜜ ⸃⸃ ⸼ ꞈ ⸗ ⭏ ▾ ꭛ ˖ ︴ ↻ ⇁ ﹏ ゛ ⇢ ﾞ  ⁾⁾ ⭞ ଽ ୭̥ ➶ ↻

✘ ┈ ₊̇°˟̫ː ៸៸ ｡ ٬٬ ␣ ❪ ￣ ҩ ✕  ͝ ۫ ۪۪۪۫ ” ᵎ 〇 ,, ㅤᅌ ❫ ٠ِ٘ٓ ℮ :black_small_square:

❬ ❭ ❨ ❩ ⸂ ᵎ , ⃕ ➘ α ❴ ⟨ ⟩ ︵─┊-˚̩̥̩̥)❫❪(،ﷻෆ∞ೃ❅≡〈〔＜

ㄑ(ㄥ=三=＝《 ￣￣￣（丶／＼.˙˙．〝！？冫人｜!i

＾iゝ〔〔〕〉 ⵢ◞⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ཻུ۪۪۪۫ ⎧ ..⃗. ꒱ Ꮠ ⊰ .⃗ ༉‧ ⃟ ﹫ ˚◦⸵

ˬ̽. ̽ ⸽⋆≿⁞ꜜ₊̣﹏﹃﹄「」₊｡ﾟ➶︾ 〃 ･﹢ ̼ ⌁⌔⌕

⌮┊┈┄┆︱︳ ﹋﹉ ﹊﹍﹎‿︵ 〄␣₎⁾₍⁽“˘︵︶⌫⌦

␍ ␎ ℭ ℮℻⊹ ◜ ◝ ◞ ◟ ◠ ◡ ˙˙˙ ̼ ͝ ︴

〻〼 〾 ⅌ ⌸ ⌲ ⌯ ⌮ ␥ ␦ ⎴ ⎗ ⎕ ⎓ ⌑ ␥ㅤ(ᵔ๑ᵕ̳ ᴥ ᵕ̳๑)

₍ᵔᵕ̳ᴥᵕ̳ᵔ₎っ♡ ゞ₍ᵔ๑・ᴥ・ᵔ₎ ヾ(˛˛˛・︿・˛˛˛)ﾉﾞ ｡◍

ʕ=・ᴥ・=ʔ ٩(๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)ﾉﾞ (๑•ᴗ•๑)♡ ꒰˘ᵌ˘꒱♡ ( ˘͈ ᵕ˘͈♡)

ʕ๑•́ᴥ•̀๑ʔ ʕ； •`ᴥ•´ʔ є(•⌔•)э ˏ₍•ɞ•₎ˎ (ಥ‿ಥ)ﾉ

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*

❁『』➳ ❃ ✞ ❦ ❝ ❞ ˗ ˏˋ ˎˊ -┊承 ↬ •° ✿ .•° ❀ ♡

— ¦↻↺༼ ༽✦✧★❆❈➤➣➢❏ ☪ ೃ °➫┇┋ :dizzy: ⸙

✃ ❍ ✎✐彡.。 .:*・↳↰↱↲ ༄◦✦◦✰✯✵，

________ ⌇❐⚘༉‧₊˚ ✧┃│█▓▒░░▒▓█▕ ◕

➟ • ⊹ ✧ ─ ❜❛ ⇜ ⇝ ↭ ๛ ✯ ❖ → ← :sweat_drops: ❝ ❞ ☓

��〘 〙✾ ✑ 🏷 ↶ ↷ ⎌ ❲ ❳ ⌦ ⌫ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ Ｏｈ, ｈｉ！

₊˚.༄ ࿐*:･ﾟ ↯✰❜ೃ∗᯽ꕤ「

⇲⇱↵⚀⚁⚂⚃⚄⚅·➧︴﹝﹞ （ ）〔 〕 ₀ ₁ ₂ ₃

₄ ₅ ₆ ₇ ₈ ₉ ﹀♢ ꒰ ꒱ ˑ 𖥸 ミ ❪ ❫ ➘ 。➯✧✧ ♯ இ ╱

╲ ﹋ ㅤ :･ﾟ ﾉ ː͡➘₊̣̇ ✧* ੈ :copyright: ꕀ 𖠳 ⌲ ⌂ ⁝ ༘ ⃗ ◌ ⊰ ⊱ ❒ ❑

≡ - ̗̀ ̖́- ◠ ﹙ ೖ୭ ˒ ⁺ ೃ࿔　˚ ༘✧　ⴰ༢ ୧ ◌₊˚⋆ ┌ ┐└ ┘﹫

✆ ➚ ➙ ◊ ⁰ ¹²³⁴ ⁵ ⁶ ⁷ ⁸ ⁹ ～ ੈ ೀ ✰*ૢ✧ ཻུ۪۪⸙ ❬ ❍̥͙̊ ࿔ ˖۪⸙͎

ំஂ ︹ ⿻ ⬚ ヾ≈ ෞ ╰ ╯ ╭ ╮ ୭̥≈ ⁾ ꜜ ଽ ◜ ◝ ⇽ ⇾

❏ ¨̮ 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 ༊ ꧁꧂ ‧⁺ ✎ᝰ ﹆•:◦

『』《》【】﹂﹃﹄ :scissors: ✃ :airplane: ✁ :airplane: :email:

¦⇨⇒↯↰↧⇲⇱ :leftwards_arrow_with_hook: ↱↰↷↺↻↶↵↴↳➣➢≈

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ ︹︹︹︹︹︹︹

✩ ✼　｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡ㅤ→ ༄ ‧₊˚ 「 」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ˀˀ

♡⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ✗ ⌜ ⌝ ⌞ ⌟ ↳ ❝ ❞ ➤ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧ ୧ ⋅ ..⃗. ೃ ╰► ꒱ ➛

↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ➹ ੈ ‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ ↷ 彡 ✥ ❥ Ꮠ ➜ ᎒ ☈ ❁ ⸙͎۪۫ ⊰ 「❀

ℬ ℰ ℯ ℱ ℊ ℋ ℎ ℐ ℒ ℳ ℴ ℘ ℛ ᥲ ᥉ ᥕ ᥱ ᤐ ᥒ ᥣ ᥙ ᥆ ᥊ ᥎ ᥙ ᥴ ꧑ ɾ ᥡ ᤁ

ᥲ ꞗ ᥴ ᥱ ᧉ ꫀ ℎ ι ᥣ ᥖ ꧑ ꪑ ᧗ ᥒ ᥆ ꪮ ᥉ ᥙ ᥎ ᥕ ᤐ ᭙ ᥊ ᥡ ᤁ

ℂℍℝℙⅈⅆℽℕℚℝℤℾℿ⅀ⅇ ℮ ⁰ ¹ ² ³ ⁴ ⁵ ⁶ ⁷ ⁸ ⁹

ᥕ ᖯ ᥲ ᥎ ᥒ ᥙ ᥊ ᥉ ᥆ ᥣ ᥡ ᥳ ᥴ ᥱ ᥲ ᦆ ᦢ ᦒ ᦈ ᥴ ᥰ ℎ ᭘ ᭔ ᭙

ᥕ ᥱ ᥆ ᥲ ᥉ ᥊ ℒℐ ℛ ℱ ℰ ℬ ℳ ℯ ℴ ℋ ᥎ ᥡ ᥰ ᥴ ᥣ ᥨ ᤁ ᥒ ᥙ

╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹ ੈ‧₊˚ ↱ ᵕ̈ ↷ ೃ ╲ ╱ Ꮠ ➜ ᎒ ☈ ❁ ⸙͎۪۫ ⊰

.⃗ ₊˚✧ ୭̥*✧ ཻུ۪۪` ⃟ ❀ ፧ ੈ✩ރ፧ °↳ ׂׂ ⌧ × :heavy_multiplication_x: ⚘݄⿴݃*₊˚ ෆ :recycle: ,.⸼۰ ۪۪۫۫ ❬“= ” ヾ،، ·₊̣̇. ❵

ෞ ˚‧⁺.* ೃೀ ◌¨̮͚ *• ◌ ≈ ✰ ₊ೆ ̖́‧♡ ೃ ♡ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎ ੈ˚

✩ ｡ﾟ☆° ｡→ ༄ ‧₊˚ 「 」 ⇢ ๑ ◞♡° ⸙͎ ˀˀ ♡⃕ ◡̈ ꒰ ✗ ⌜ ⌝

⌞ ⌟ ↳ ↲ ۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ ⎧ ୧ ⋅ ..⃗. ┊ೃ ╰► ꒱ ➛૪' ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘

(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)〔〕ミ↝↬⇄ﾐ〈〉↯ →｡✰彡 ⚘ ✎ ➥【】↰ ↯↧↡⇊❝❞❛❜❬❭꒰࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

❍｡๑⌦⌫ϟ ℬ ℰ ℯ ℱ ℊ ℋ ℐ ℒ ℳ ℴ ℘ ℛ

ꫀᥲᥱ᥆᥉ ℂ ℍ ℕ ℙ ℚ ℝ ℤ ೃ° ೀ° °•ೃ ೃ༄ ッ ୭̥ ⌇ ━━ ੈ﹌

ᴀ ʙ ᴄ ᴅ ᴇ ғ ɢ ʜ ɪ ᴊ ᴋ ʟ ᴍ ɴ ᴏ ᴘ (q) ʀ s ᴛ ᴜ ᴠ ᴡ x ʏ ᴢ

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─ ━ │ ┃ ┄ ┅ ┆ ┇ ┈ ┉ ┊ ┋ ┌ ┍ ┎ ┏ ┐ ┑ ┒ ┓ └ ┕ ┖ ┗ ┘ ┙ ┚ ┛├ ┝ ┞ ┟ ┠ ┡ ┢ ┣ ┤┥ ┦ ┧ ┨ ┩ ┪ ┫ ┬ ┭ ┮ ┯ ┰ ┱ ┲ ┳ ┴ ┵ ┶ ┷ ┸ ┹ ┺ ┻ ┼ ┽ ┾ ┿ ╀ ╁ ╂ ╃ ╄ ╅ ╆ ╇ ╈ ╉ ╊ ╋ ╌ ╍ ╎ ╏ ═ ║ ╒ ╓ ╔ ╕╖ ╗ ╘ ╙ ╚ ╛ ╜ ╝ ╞ ╟ ╠ ╡ ╢ ╣ ╤ ╥ ╦ ╧ ╨ ╩ ╪ ╫ ╬ ⌈ ⌉ ⌊ ⌋ ╅╊ ー ┊〇 〈 〉 《 》 「 」 『 』 【 】 〒 〔 〕 〖 〗 〘 〙 ︵ ︶ ︷ ︸ ︹ ︺ ︻ ︼ ︽ ︾ ﹀ ﹁ ﹂ ﹃ ﹄ ﹙ ﹚ ﹛ ﹜ ﹝ ﹞ ╭ ╮ ╯╰ ╱ ╲ ⌈ ⌉ ⌊ ⌋ -ˏˋˎˊ- 〔〕★ ☆ ∗ ✠ ✢ ✣ ✤ ✭ ✬ ✫ ✪ ✩ ✧ ✥ ✮ ✯ ✰ ✱ ✲ ✵ ✶ ✷ ✾ ✽ ✼ ✻ ✺ ✹ ✸ ✿ ❀ ❁ ❂ ❃ ❅ ❆ ❈ :heavy_multiplication_x: ❋ ❊ ❉ ✢✣✤✥✦✧★✭✬✫✪✯☆✶✷✵✸✹ ✺❊❋✾✱❉✼✽✻❁❀✿❆ ✧✦ ❅ :eight_pointed_black_star: ❈✧✿ ✦❁❀❈❉✰✪✯ ❈✧☆α в ¢ ∂ є f g н ι ʝ к ℓ м и ñ σ ρ q я ѕ т υ ν ω χ у z

ⓐ ⓑ ⓒ ⓓ ⓔ ⓕ ⓖ ⓗ ⓘ ⓙ ⓚ ⓛ ⓜ ⓝ ñ ⓞ ⓟ ⓠ ⓡ ⓢ ⓣ ⓤ ⓥ ⓦ ⓧ ⓨ ⓩ

ɑ ҍ ϲ ժ ҽ ƒ ց հ í յ Ƙ Ӏ ʍ ղ ñ օ Թ զ ɾ Տ Ե մ ѵ ա × վ Հ

Δ β C D Σ Ғ G H I J Ҝ L M Π ñ Ω P Q R S T U ∇ Ш X Ψ Z

a в c d e ғ g н ι j ĸ l м n ñ o p q r ѕ т υ v w х y z

ą ც ¢ ɖ ɛ ʄ ɠ ɧ ı ʝ ι ɱ ŋ ñ ơ ℘ զ γ ʂ ɬ ų ۷ щ ҳ ყ ʑ

ａｂｃｄｅｆｇｈｉｊｋｌｍｎ ñｏｐｑｒｓｔｕｖｗｘｙｚ

a̲̅ b̲̅ c̲̅ d̲̅ e̲̅ f̲̅ g̲̅ h̲̅ i̲̅ j̲̅ k̲̅ l̲̅ m̲̅ n̲̅ ñ o̲̅ p̲̅ q̲̅ r̲̅ s̲̅ t̲̅ u̲̅ v̲̅ w̲̅ x̲̅ y̲̅ z̲̅

ѧ ɞ ċ Ԁ є ғ ɢ һ ı j ҡ ʟ ṃ ñ ȏ ק զ я ś ṭ ȗ ṿ ʏ × ʏ ẓ

ã̰ b̰̃ c̰̃ d̰̃ ḛ̃ f̰̃ g̰̃ h̰̃ ḭ̃ j̰̃ k̰̃ l̰̃ m̰̃ ñ̰ ñ õ̰ p̰̃ q̰̃ r̰̃ s̰̃ t̰̃ ṵ̃ ṽ̰ w̰̃ x̰̃ ỹ̰ z̰̃

⒜ ⒝ ⒞ ⒟ ⒠ ⒡ ⒢ ⒣ ⒤ ⒥ ⒦ ⒧ ⒨ ⒩ ñ ⒪ ⒫ ⒬ ⒭ ⒮ ⒯ ⒰ ⒱ ⒲ ⒳ ⒴ ⒵

α в c d є f g h í j k l m n ñ σ p q r ѕ t u v w х ч z

a̫ b̫ c̫ d̫ e̫ f̫ g̫ h̫ i̫ j̫ k̫ l̫ m̫ n̫ ñ o̫ p̫ q̫ r̫ s̫ t̫ u̫ v̫ w̫ x̫ y̫ z̫

ǟ ɮ ċ ɖ ɛ ʄ ɢ ɦ ɨ ʝ k ʟ ʍ ռ ñ օ ք զ ʀ ֆ t ʊ ʋ ա x ʏ ʐ

ɐ q ɔ p ə ɟ Б ɥ ı ɾ ʞ l ɯ u ñ o d b ɹ s ʇ n ʌ ʍ x ʎ z

Ḁͦ b̥ͦ c̥ͦ d̥ͦ e̥ͦ f̥ͦ g̥ͦ h̥ͦ i̥ͦ j̥ͦ k̥ͦ l̥ͦ m̥ͦ n̥ͦ ñ o̥ͦ p̥ͦ q̥ͦ r̥ͦ s̥ͦ t̥ͦ u̥ͦ v̥ͦ w̥ͦ x̥ͦ y̥ͦ z̥ͦ

a⃠ b⃠ c⃠ d⃠ e⃠ f⃠ g⃠ h⃠ i⃠ j⃠ k⃠ l⃠ m⃠ n⃠ ñ o⃠ p⃠ q⃠ r⃠ s⃠ t⃠ u⃠ v⃠ w⃠ x⃠ y⃠ z⃠

A̺͆ b̺͆ c̺͆ d̺͆ e̺͆ f̺͆ g̺͆ h̺͆ i̺͆ j̺͆ k̺͆ l̺͆ m̺͆ n̺͆ ñ o̺͆ p̺͆ q̺͆ r̺͆ s̺͆ㅤㅤㅤ

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ª º ¹ ² ³ ⁴ ⁵ ⁶ ⁷ ⁸ ⁹ ⁰ ₀ ₁ ₂ ₃ ₄ ₅ ₆ ₇ ₈ ₉ Ꮈ Ꭿ ៱ Ꮂ Ꮛ ɕ ᏽ Ꮆ Ꮵ ៲ ʝ ℓ ៳ ៷ ០ ៰ Ꭱ Ꮙ Ꮍ ʑ ʓ ʬ ʭ 𐌰 𐌱 𐍂 𐍃 𐍈 𐍇 𐍅 𐌶 𐌀 𐌁 ᛒ 𐌂 𐌃 𐌄 ᛊ 𐌅 _ ᚺ ᚻ 𐌆 _ ᛕ 𐌊 𐌋 𐌑 ᛗ 𐌍 ᚢ 𐌏 𐌓 𐌒 ᚱ 𐌔 𐌕 ᛅ ሀ _ Ꮤ ᚷ 𐌗 𐌖 ᛉ _ ᴀ ʙ ᴄ ᴅ ᴇ _ ɢ ʜ ɪ ᴊ ᴋ ʟ ᴍ ɴ ᴏ ᴘ _ ʀ ѕ ᴛ ᴜ ᴠ ᴡ х _ ᴢ ɑ ɓ ϲ ɖ ϵ ƒ ɡ ɦ ι _ _ ℓ _ ƞ ơ ⍴ _ ꭆ _ ƭ _ ν ω _ γ _ Ａ Ｂ Ｃ Ｄ Ｅ Ｆ Ｇ Ｈ Ｉ Ｊ Ｋ Ｌ Ｍ Ｎ Ｏ Ｐ Ｑ Ｒ Ｓ Ｔ Ｕ Ｖ Ｗ Ｘ Ｙ Ｚ ａ ｂ ｃ ｄ ｅ ｆ ｇ ｈ ｉ ｊ ｋ ｌ ｍ ｎ ｏ ｐ ｑ ｒ ｓ ｔ ｕ ｖ ｗ ｘ ｙ ｚ ０ １ ２ ３ ４ ５ ６ ７ ８ ９ 𝙰 𝙱 𝙲 𝙳 𝙴 𝙵 𝙶 𝙷 𝙸 𝙹 𝙺 𝙻 𝙼 𝙽 𝙾 𝙿 𝚀 𝚁 𝚂 𝚃 𝚄 𝚅 𝚆 𝚇 𝚈 𝚉 𝚊 𝚋 𝚌 𝚍 𝚎 𝚏 𝚐 𝚑 𝚒 𝚓 𝚔 𝚕 𝚖 𝚗 𝚘 𝚙 𝚚 𝚛 𝚜 𝚝 𝚞 𝚟 𝚠 𝚡 𝚢 𝚣 𝟶 𝟷 𝟸 𝟹 𝟺 𝟻 𝟼 𝟽 𝟾 𝟿 𝐴 𝐵 𝐶 𝐷 𝐸 𝐹 𝐺 𝐻 𝐼 𝐽 𝐾 𝐿 𝑀 𝑁 𝑂 𝑃 𝑄 𝑅 𝑆 𝑇 𝑈 𝑉 𝑊 𝑋 𝑌 𝑍 𝑎 𝑏 𝑐 𝑑 𝑒 𝑓 𝑔 ℎ 𝑖 𝑗 𝑘 𝑙 𝑚 𝑛 𝑜 𝑝 𝑞 𝑟 𝑠 𝑡 𝑢 𝑣 𝑤 𝑥 𝑦 𝑧 𝐀 𝐁 𝐂 𝐃 𝐄 𝐅 𝐆 𝐇 𝐈 𝐉 𝐊 𝐋 𝐌 𝐍 𝐎 𝐏 𝐐 𝐑 𝐒 𝐓 𝐔 𝐕 𝐖 𝐗 𝐘 𝐙 𝐚 𝐛 𝐜 𝐝 𝐞 𝐟 𝐠 𝐡 𝐢 𝐣 𝐤 𝐥 𝐦 𝐧 𝐨 𝐩 𝐪 𝐫 𝐬 𝐭 𝐮 𝐯 𝐰 𝐱 𝐲 𝐳 𝟎 𝟏 𝟐 𝟑 𝟒 𝟓 𝟔 𝟕 𝟖 𝟗 𝖠 𝖡 𝖢 𝖣 𝖤 𝖥 𝖦 𝖧 𝖨 𝖩 𝖪 𝖫 𝖬 𝖭 𝖮 𝖯 𝖰 𝖱 𝖲 𝖳 𝖴 𝖵 𝖶 𝖷 𝖸 𝖹 𝖺 𝖻 𝖼 𝖽 𝖾 𝖿 𝗀 𝗁 𝗂 𝗃 𝗄 𝗅 𝗆 𝗇 𝗈 𝗉 𝗊 𝗋 𝗌 𝗍 𝗎 𝗏 𝗐 𝗑 𝗒 𝗓 𝟢 𝟣 𝟤 𝟥 𝟦 𝟧 𝟨 𝟩 𝟪 𝟫 𝘈 𝘉 𝘊 𝘋 𝘌 𝘍 𝘎 𝘏 𝘐 𝘑 𝘒 𝘓 𝘔 𝘕 𝘖 𝘗 𝘘 𝘙 𝘚 𝘛 𝘜 𝘝 𝘞 𝘟 𝘠 𝘡 𝘢 𝘣 𝘤 𝘥 𝘦 𝘧 𝘨 𝘩 𝘪 𝘫 𝘬 𝘭 𝘮 𝘯 𝘰 𝘱 𝘲 𝘳 𝘴 𝘵 𝘶 𝘷 𝘸 𝘹 𝘺 𝘻 𝗔 𝗕 𝗖 𝗗 𝗘 𝗙 𝗚 𝗛 𝗜 𝗝 𝗞 𝗟 𝗠 𝗡 𝗢 𝗣 𝗤 𝗥 𝗦 𝗧 𝗨 𝗩 𝗪 𝗫 𝗬 𝗭 𝗮 𝗯 𝗰 𝗱 𝗲 𝗳 𝗴 𝗵 𝗶 𝗷 𝗸 𝗹 𝗺 𝗻 𝗼 𝗽 𝗾 𝗿 𝘀 𝘁 𝘂 𝘃 𝘄 𝘅 𝘆 𝘇 𝟬 𝟭 𝟮 𝟯 𝟰 𝟱 𝟲 𝟳 𝟴 𝟵 𝘼 𝘽 𝘾 𝘿 𝙀 𝙁 𝙂 𝙃 𝙄 𝙅 𝙆 𝙇 𝙈 𝙉 𝙊 𝙋 𝙌 𝙍 𝙎 𝙏 𝙐 𝙑 𝙒 𝙓 𝙔 𝙕 𝙖 𝙗 𝙘 𝙙 𝙚 𝙛 𝙜 𝙝 𝙞 𝙟 𝙠 𝙡 𝙢 𝙣 𝙤 𝙥 𝙦 𝙧 𝙨 𝙩 𝙪 𝙫 𝙬 𝙭 𝙮 𝙯 𝔸 𝔹 ℂ 𝔻 𝔼 𝔽 𝔾 ℍ 𝕀 𝕁 𝕂 𝕃 𝕄 ℕ 𝕆 ℙ ℚ ℝ 𝕊 𝕋 𝕌 𝕍 𝕎 𝕏 𝕐 ℤ 𝕒 𝕓 𝕔 𝕕 𝕖 𝕗 𝕘 𝕙 𝕚 𝕛 𝕜 𝕝 𝕞 𝕟 𝕠 𝕡 𝕢 𝕣 𝕤 𝕥 𝕦 𝕧 𝕨 𝕩 𝕪 𝕫 𝟘 𝟙 𝟚 𝟛 𝟜 𝟝 𝟞 𝟟 𝟠 𝟡 𝒜 ℬ 𝒞 𝒟 ℰ ℱ 𝒢 ℋ ℐ 𝒥 𝒦 ℒ ℳ 𝒩 𝒪 𝒫 𝒬 ℛ 𝒮 𝒯 𝒰 𝒱 𝒲 𝒳 𝒴 𝒵 𝒶 𝒷 𝒸 𝒹 ℯ 𝒻 ℊ 𝒽 𝒾 𝒿 𝓀 𝓁 𝓂 𝓃 ℴ 𝓅 𝓆 𝓇 𝓈 𝓉 𝓊 𝓋 𝓌 𝓍 𝓎 𝓏 𝓐 𝓑 𝓒 𝓓 𝓔 𝓕 𝓖 𝓗 𝓘 𝓙 𝓚 𝓛 𝓜 𝓝 𝓞 𝓟 𝓠 𝓡 𝓢 𝓣 𝓤 𝓥 𝓦 𝓧 𝓨 𝓩 𝓪 𝓫 𝓬 𝓭 𝓮 𝓯 𝓰 𝓱 𝓲 𝓳 𝓴 𝓵 𝓶 𝓷 𝓸 𝓹 𝓺 𝓻 𝓼 𝓽 𝓾 𝓿 𝔀 𝔁 𝔂 𝔃 𝔄 𝔅 ℭ 𝔇 𝔈 𝔉 𝔊 ℌ ℑ 𝔍 𝔎 𝔏 𝔐 𝔑 𝔒 𝔓 𝔔 ℜ 𝔖 𝔗 𝔘 𝔙 𝔚 𝔛 𝔜 ℨ 𝔞 𝔟 𝔠 𝔡 𝔢 𝔣 𝔤 𝔥 𝔦 𝔧 𝔨 𝔩 𝔪 𝔫 𝔬 𝔭 𝔮 𝔯 𝔰 𝔱 𝔲 𝔳 𝔴 𝔵 𝔶 𝔷 𝕬 𝖁 𝕮 𝕯 𝕰 𝕱 𝕲 𝕳 𝕴 𝕵 𝕶 𝕷 𝕸 𝕹 𝕺 𝕻 𝕼 𝕽 𝕾 𝕿 𝖀 𝖁 𝖃 𝖄 𝖄 𝖅 𝖆 𝖇 𝖈 𝖉 𝖊 𝖋 𝖌 𝖍 𝖎 𝖏 𝖐 𝖑 𝖒 𝖓 𝖔 𝖕 𝖖 𝖗 𝖘 𝖙 𝖚 𝖛 𝖜 𝖝 𝖞 𝖟

Emojis:

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ      ▼・ᴥ・▼      /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\       Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ      (✿◕‿◕)     (ꈍ ᴗ ꈍ✿)       (˶◕‿◕˶✿) (♥_♥)   ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚   （┬┬＿┬┬）   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯     ʅ(°⊱,°)ʃ      ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)     ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)    ヽ༼◔ل͜◔༽ﾉ    ヽ༼⊙ل͜⊙༽ﾉ    ಠ_ಠ    (•ˋ _ ˊ•)   (´･_･`)    ( ་ ⍸ ་ )  (･_├┬┴┬ (」ﾟﾛﾟ)｣    ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   |   ｡.｡:+♡*♥   |   ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆   |   ✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*   |   ✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼ ˑ. · ᛬ ᛫.ˑ· ✦ ·ˑ.᛫ ᛬ · .ˑ   |   ˑ.✶ · ᛬ ✦ˑ᛫.ˑ· ★ ·ˑ.᛫ˑ✦ ᛬ · ✶.ˑ   |   . ᛬ · ❀ ᛫ˑܤˑ· ✿ ·ˑܤˑ᛫ ❀ · ᛬ .

[lasororiteinfernale]

. ʜ ᴏ ᴜ ꜱ ᴇ . ꜰ ᴇ ʟ ʟ .

. ꜰ ᴀ ᴍ ɪ ʟ ʏ . ᴛ ʀ ᴇ ᴇ . ᴀ ɴ ᴅ . ᴘ ʟ ᴀ ʏ ᴀ ʙ ʟ ᴇ ꜱ .

.۰.۰⌘۰.۰.

"Then came the blood– so ravishing it made him feel like a god."

—ᴳᵉᵒʳᵍ ᴴᵉʸᵐ, ᵀᵃˡᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴳᵉʳᵐᵃⁿ ᴵᵐᵃᵍⁱⁿᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ; ᶠʳᵒᵐ 'ᵀʰᵉ ᴸᵘⁿᵃᵗⁱᶜ', ᵗʳ. ᴾᵉᵗᵉʳ ᵂᵒʳᵗˢᵐᵃⁿ

˙ Ǝ H ˙

. ᴍ ᴀ ʟ ꜰ ᴀ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ . ꜰ ᴇ ʟ ʟ . A Prince of Hell . Father to the Fells . Appears ~Early Thirties

Very technically speaking, Malfante Fell is a demon- but to be precise, he was once an Angel of Heaven who was cast down to the Pit some time in the mid-14oo's. That said, he's one of the more powerful Infernal Princes, having been of fairly important rank in his days of Grace. Ah, but who can recall any of that now ? Malfante was summoned a-realm thirty years ago by a trio of witches- the women who would become his semi-immortal "brides"- and the rest is history, as they say. Or, at least, it would be were it not for the constant interferences and disagreements that are beyond his willfully limited comprehension of human emotion.

It could certainly be argued that Malfante is, at best, an ambivalent father, but to his beloved summoners, he is a doting servant. He's more than happy to grant each and every small desire of theirs- but where the children are concerned, he is often the one to put his foot down. Blood is necessary to Malfante's survival, after all. And they four have a deal laid out thirty years ago in so much of their own blood- signed in it even- that must be adhered to or it all goes away, doesn't it ? Should something become of Malfante, would they not become what they were in the beginning, before he materialised in their tiny piece of shit shared apartment ? It's not a threat, you see. It's the truth. "Just do as I say, and all will be well." A scary statement given the context in which it was imparted… Well, no one cares to dwell in unpleasantness. Malfante prefers his hedonistic endeavours. Children are…necessary. His brides, however…

Amphiro, Velvela and Simay mean a great deal more to him than God ever did.

f/c: Tony Thornburg

. ᴡ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ ꜱ .

{Note: The three mothers are polyamourous, and therefore, in addition to being romantically involved with Malfante, they are romantically involved with one another as well.}

. ᴀ ᴍ ᴘ ʜ ɪ ʀ ᴏ . ꜰ ᴇ ʟ ʟ . Mother to Olyssia, Angeluccio & Belluccia . Forty-Eight (appears younger)

Ever since she was a little girl, Amphiro has had visions of awful things- death, mostly. Well, "Death" as a man instead of a notion. As a teenager, she was a very dark individual who envisioned a life for herself far outside the realm of humanness- one where Death could not touch her and she could live as an immortal goddess, gaining wisdoms long-forgotten and yet unknown, alongside a being of some power. In today's internet neo-spiritualist vernacular, perhaps it would be called "manifesting". To her, it was only a wish. As a university student, she suffered the simultaneous deaths of her parents in a freak car accident, and only months later was diagnosed with a rare uterine cancer which resulted in a hysterectomy. Amphiro has never been shy about admitting her battle with mental health at the time. She was shredded, of course- very much alone with her decimated fantasies. But then, as fate would have it, Amphiro ended up becoming roommates- in a rat-infested apartment, no less- with the two women who would forever change her life. Velvela and Simay, her beloved saviours.

Miraculously- or perhaps, oddly- upon Amphiro's bloody little vows to the summoned Prince, she began experiencing menstruation once again despite having had a hysterectomy. Turns out, when you're involved with superlunary beings, anything is possible- even growing a new and healthy Womb.

Amphiro is the equitable one in the relationship- the diplomat. She will be heard, but at the end of the day, she wants to see everyone happy. So often, that's not a possibility, and as a result, she does feel an awful amount of guilt, especially towards the children. Amphiro is haunted by the things she could have done- and did not.

(f/c: Caitriona Balfe)

. ᴠ ᴇ ʟ ᴠ ᴇ ʟ ᴀ . ꜰ ᴇ ʟ ʟ . Mother to Marculfo & Marquessa . Forty-Eight (appears younger)

Self-assured Velvela has always known her beauty. She's also always been happy to use it to get her way- to get anyone and anything she wanted. She grew up in California, the daughter of salt-of-the-earth types, but from the word "go" she's always known just exactly what she wanted- lovers, admirers, wealth, babies and maybe a nice sporty car, too. She always was partial to Barbie. (The 80's "Wet N Wild" Teresa Barbie Doll was everything she aspired to, actually.) Popularity has its pitfalls, however. Some ill-advised liasons, some heavy drug-use, and a stint in rehab all before the age of seventeen. By college, Velvela had lived an entire life, it seemed, but was just starting to straighten herself out. She wanted some stability- someone to protect her. Who Velvela found were her beloved soul-mates Amphiro and Simay- her first ever protectors. And, together, their deep-dive into dark readings and research led them to a certain shared curiosity. And, one strange rainy night, that curiosity forever changed the world as Velvela knew it.

Velvela tends to side with Malfante, when it comes down to it. Not simply to appease him. She's never been one to seek his approval- more than once she's spit at him in a rage. They're just similar that way. When something must be done to protect their way of life, there's nothing for it and it only wastes time to argue or whine about it. If it must be done, it must be done.

(f/c: Patricia Velasquez)

. ꜱ ɪ ᴍ ᴀ ʏ . ꜰ ᴇ ʟ ʟ . Mother to Gülsima, Şivekar & Çeşmisiyah . Forty-Seven (appears younger)

Simay is the sweetest among the three women and perhaps the most empathetic mother of them all- in fact, the running joke among Malfante and Velvela is that they were able to corrupt such a docile lamb of a girl. Simay was very sheltered, after all. She was homeschooled all her life until she got to college where she, not just drank, but saw her first beer ever. But light exists only because of darkness, and so it didn't take an awful lot of digging for Velvela's part to extract some sort of previously unknown "debauchery" from the girl. She was a bit of a moth to flame, enchanted with talk of witches and magic, devils and damnation. Not afraid, as one might think. Simay was taken with the idea of building up her own world of fantasy with her dearest friends- facing darkness together and sucking the marrow of life…knowing what shouldn't be known, wielding a power that mortals should not wield- isn't that attractive? New and exciting? Simay knows well that the others like to joke about the extreme naïveté of her younger self, and it used to bother her a bit, but now, how could it? No matter how Simay looks at it, she is just like the rest of them.

Simay, much moreso than the other two women, is the one constantly doubting their arrangement with Malfante. Demanding blood from their children has never sat well with her, and that's why, when something unsavoury must be carried out, she is always the last to know.

(f/c: Brandi Quinones)

. ʙ ʀ ᴏ ᴏ ᴅ .

{Note: All model choices are suggestions.}

. ᴀ ɴ ɢ ᴇ ʟ ᴜ ᴄ ᴄ ɪ ᴏ . ꜰ ᴇ ʟ ʟ . Son of Amphiro . Twenty-Two [open]

Angel Fell is the eldest of the two Fell boys, and the twin brother of Belluccia. Fell sons are of little-to-no real use to Malfante, and so once they reach eighteen, they are no longer permitted to live in the house with the rest of the family. Angel was the first to experience this rule- and unfair as it would have seemed to any other child, Angel felt a sense of relief at being out, finally. He moved himself into the Hôtel des Fleurs the day after his and his sister’s eighteenth birthday, and only returns for holidays and for his mother’s or sisters’ birthdays. The Hôtel des Fleurs was never the plan- and once he was there, it was only supposed to be a temporary set-up. He wanted to move on from Saint Fleur and put all that he knew of his childhood far, far behind him. But it didn’t take long for Angel to realise, there was no leaving Saint Fleur or the proximity of his sisters. His father may not have needed Angel’s blood to survive, but his sisters, who still lived in the house, did need him. As the eldest son, Angel still feels a huge amount of responsibility to them all- none of his sister’s asked for this- and sometimes, he lies in bed at night telling himself he will put an end to it all- End Malfante, end it all, and take his mothers and sisters somewhere far away from that terrible place- those disgusting roses. All the blood. For now, though, what he is keeps him bound to the grounds of his Father. Angel has long felt different,and though people in Saint Fleur treat him like a leper…he thinks they may be right. But he is rooted and confined, somehow. Stuck and alone, unsure of what will become of him if he doesn’t move against Malfante. Yes, but for now, Angel lies in wait- taking his allowances to live well enough and fucking just about anyone who looks his way.

||*Note: Please be aware that there is a lot more information on Angeluccio in Marquessa's bio because I originally planned to write for them both, but now I don't think I will. Uh, full disclosure, tw: incest, kinda ? Unless we're going by "Percy Jackson" rules- which is like "ethereal beings don't possess DNA" so as long as they have different mothers, it's not technically *that, but.. they still grew up together, so. Still not.. ideal, I guess. Also, I do think, for all Angeluccio knows about his twin sister Belluccia's situation, he could be moved into desperation to get her away from Malfante, so. All of that is, of course, tied up in this mess.||

(f/c: Damiano David-ish)

. ɪ ꜱ ᴀ ʙ ᴇ ʟ ʟ ᴜ ᴄ ᴄ ɪ ᴀ . ꜰ ᴇ ʟ ʟ . . "ʙ ᴇ ʟ ʟ ᴜ ᴄ ᴄ ɪ ᴀ" . Eldest Daughter of Amphiro . Twenty-Two

[open]

Belluccia is the twin sister of Angeluccio. She’s a strange case even within the House of Fell, which is…saying something. As the first girl born to the Fells, Belluccia is the favoured child of her Father’s (if Malfante can be said to have a favourite child, ambivalent towards them all as he seems to be). He used to travel often when they were all quite small, she recalls, but not to other countries or anywhere “a-realm”, as they say, where a plane or a train might go. When Malfante was away from home, he was actually “Below”. Returning home for a visit- to check-in or whatever it was he did there. Belluccia is the only one of his eight children to have ever accompanied him on such an excursion…and it was horrific. She can’t remember much of it, mind you- it’s all blips of memory, vague impressions, organ-splitting shrieks of agony, the stuff of purest nightmare. Any sort of mortal mind, no matter how depraved, could not handled it- yet a five-year-old Belluccia was forced to. And, Malftante…treating it all rather like a safari than anything else, was not the man with the face she knew from Above. It was when she really knew that her Father was not human, he was nothing recognisable, nothing her child brain to reconcile into…anything approaching reocognisable. He was a beast- and there were others like him… . Of course, it took years for her to realise what the purpose of the trip had been, which was to wed her to another Prince, something like Malfante, but much further up in rank than he. Malfante eventually did tell her, at thirteen, that she was a Princess because of the union he personally arranged that trip, and that soon, she would meet this entity she was purportedly already bound to- though she couldn’t remember (perhaps through blocking it out) its face or presence. For the best, Belluccia thought. But if that being appeared to her in the future, she used to think, she would simply end her own life rather than being dragged back to that place- the place her father was from. Her twin brother, Angeluccio- who remains the sole keeper of this knowledge outside of Malfante- remains near to the house, despite being ousted at eighteen, for this reason, she believes. He worries for her, and so when she does see him, Belluccia does her utmost to seem well and happy. Unafraid. But this could happen any day now- a strange beast arrives to drag her away to the Dark…because of her own father. She’s waited almost a decade now, sick to her stomach and waiting on edge for the day when it will all end for her. Because she won’t go. Over her dead body, she will. However, what Belluccia does not realise is- that’s just precisely the only way she can go.

(f/c: ? )

. ᴏ ʟ ʏ ꜱ ꜱ ɪ ᴀ . ꜰ ᴇ ʟ ʟ . Youngest Daughter of Amphiro . Nineteen

[open]

Of Amphiro’s three biological children in particular, Olyssia is the child least likely to fretfully chew her nails to the quick. However, like the twins, she does tend to keep to herself and avoid non-compulsory family gatherings. Allegedly due to her mother’s heavy craving and consumption of Malfante’s parasitic roses while she was pregnant with Olyssia, she has always had a very unique pink-hue to her flesh and eyes and even her hair (a combination of albinism and pink hair dye she tells those who inquire). Like her mother, Olyssia has been plagued with strange visions and nightmares ever since she can remember. Death as a being, her Father’s rose garden (which she and her sisters have always fed with their own blood), the corpses of putrefying angels, her own mother with blood coming down her legs in the garden- and suddenly the roses blacken, wither, fall and shriek as if in torment. Nothing pleasant, in short. No longer receiving grade school lessons from her mothers, Olyssia has managed to get out of the castle in order to find work which takes up the majority of her free time these days. She tends Le Café de la Fontaine Rouge for a couple of hours on weekday afternoons, just for a minute of escape from the scent of roses. It was the only place willing to take her on given the fact that she comes from the resident clan of creeps. As a result, she’s managed to make a tentative friend or two, and one of those friends is a man a few years her senior. It was nothing worth mentioning, to anyone, really- or so she thought. Despite being largely friendless and a social outcast her entire life, Olyssia has always been a quick study in others’ intentions- call it a supernatural gift, if you’d like. Not mind-reading per se- more like soul-reading. She knew he was gentle. In any case, their relationship deepened, quite unexpectedly, and he began talking about elopement and leaving Saint Fleur together- of course, without realising just what he was asking and just who he was asking it of… . And Olyssia can not yet be sure, but she suspects (because she knows her father to be a shape-shifter of sorts- a rat, a fly, a serpent- a careful keeper of tabs on his little brood) Malfante figured out about her relationship. Or else another of her siblings said something to him…. The only thing she knows with any certainty for the moment is that her lover is missing. Dead or alive, she has no hope for the latter. If there’s one thing every Fell girl knows, it’s that there is only one man that matters, and for nothing, will Malfante allow himself to be crossed- or to lose one of his vital Blood-givers.

(f/c: Noa Abbenhuis + a little of this)

. ᴍ ᴀ ʀ ᴄ ᴜ ʟ ꜰ ᴏ . ꜰ ᴇ ʟ ʟ . . "ᴍ ᴀ ʀ ᴄ ᴏ" . Son of Velvela . Twenty

[open]

Marculfo is the twin brother of Marquessa, as apparently no son can be born to the Fells who does not also have a daughter with him in tow. Like his elder brother, Angeluccio, Marco was put out of the house at eighteen, and “left to his own devices” (i.e. still receiving a handsome allowance from his daddy to stay the hell out of the way). Unlike Angel, however, Marco managed to make it out of Saint Fleur for a rather valiant attempt at a “normal” life, but two years later, he found himself right back in Saint Fleur- the epi-center of his childhood trauma for- well, god only knows, actually. It’s like a sickness, almost- the need to be near them all. Marco resents it and them- all of them- greatly. In the years since his leaving the house, he’s become volatile, isolating, obsessive with a penchant for skewering his violin in the early morning hours just to piss people off. The smell of roses makes him wretch- he can’t even visit with his twin because of it. Marquie reeks of the bloody garden… A curse. It’s a curse and a taint. Why should he suffer with nightmares about cannibalism, about pits of never-ending darkness and fetid dead things swarming with flies. Marco feels himself mentally deteriorating and fast. Cast aside as a child, now as a man- what on earth will it take to finally heal ? Wouldn’t he give anything to feel…anything again? His mothers' son through and through, the thought of summoning…something…has occured to him before. With no price too steep as far as he's concerned, Marco wonders what would it take for him to make an ally of the Dark rather than desperately trying to claw himself out of it- ? What would this scelestic being be to him- and, most importantly, could it be even more powerful than his father? Only one way to find out- but first, and most crucially, Marco will require the help of one of his mothers…and he'll need to do so without giving himself away.

(f/c: Andris Tar)

. ᴍ ᴀ ʀ Q ᴜ ᴇ ꜱ ꜱ ᴀ . ꜰ ᴇ ʟ ʟ . . "ᴍ ᴀ ʀ Q ᴜ ɪ ᴇ" . Daughter of Velvela . Twenty

[taken: @bebemoon]

Marquessa is the twin sister of Marculfo, and the only biological daughter of Velvela. As Velvela’s only girl-child, Marquie’s especially doted upon by her mother (and- though as children they were bitter rivals- now as adults, it is not lost on Marquessa that her twin brother was never treated as well as she was by their mother). Once Marculfo was eighteen and left the house, Marquie also began venturing out into Saint Fleur in search of a bit of newness- “someone to cannibalise”, Şivekar had joked. It wasn’t just that- though Marquie is known to tear through both men and women like a white-hot knife through butter- but something motivated her into seeking out the other Fell son- her older brother, Angeluccio, who was already living at the Hôtel des Fleurs. It was how she ended up taking a job as one of the hotel’s “housemaids”- a perfect fit for Marquessa as she loves being nosy and watching just who comes in and out of the hotel together, how long they stay, what they leave behind, etc. Besides, then she could hang around with her brother on her breaks and keep him company (as he seemed so dour all the time). Bugging her brother almost every day was fun- often they’d go on walks together and people would give them a wide berth as they always did- as if they might catch the disease of Fell if they came too close. They went to the Polyphemus plenty of times to swim and the water gardens and so forth. It was, without a doubt, the most “normal” Marquie had ever felt before after being raised like veal her entire life. Then she began having nightmares. Nothing new to Fell children, of course, but this was quite different- vivid, almost real like a memory. Marquessa saw herself standing in the rose garden with its bloody-faced roses glistening under a round, full moon- and they would speak to her- all at once. Sweet nothings, at first- soft and tender but in an abyssal tone that vibrated darkly in her core. Very slowly, lazily almost, roses would begin slink and slide towards her, coiling and uncoiling like a tangle of serpents in order shape themselves together into a- a distinct form- one she knew well. The garden would become a rose-knitted version of her brother Angel- and each of the roses would speak, mimicking his voice but in a way that was not quite right and set her to shivering uncontrollably. The nightmare would end suddenly and she’d lay in bed still quaking at the rose-version of her brother that spoke to her in a way he should not… or, in a way she knew he should not. The nightmares were so intense that she couldn’t even get away with lying to Angel about them because he knew there was something wrong almost immediately upon seeing her. And, so, she told him precisely what she was seeing in her nightmares…and it was uncomfortable. After that, for a while they did not see each other, and Marquessa quit working at the hotel hoping that the problem would be taken care of if they stopped seeing so much of each other. However, as he is wont to do (and as it is his very lot in life), Malfante was able to sniff his daughter’s troubles on the wind, so to speak- gleaning from her very mind the thing plaguing her.

||*Her father seemed sympathetic and offered Marquessa a bit of advice. He advised her to, in the nightmare, offer the rose-version of Angeluccio a bit of blood from the inside of her elbow. That, Malfante assured her, would see the end of those awful, sickening visions. If she gave the roses what they wanted, they would finally leave her be, you see. So, Marquie did as she was instructed. And fed the rose-brother from the crook of her arm. Horribly, however, as she did so, the rose petals covering his body began to billow and fall away revealing Angeluccio as he usually appeared. Her brother, eyes half-lidded, his lower face covered in her blood… . The week following that particular nightmare, Marquie was invited to a very rare thing, indeed- a private dinner with her father and mothers. Being a Fell child, it’s not a common thing to be invited to eat with the parents alone, unless something pivotal is to be discussed. This invitation immediately placed Marquessa on edge because, in her gut, she knew there was only one thing her father would want to speak with her about. Soon her mothers would know this terrible thing that she couldn’t…stop. But as bad as the situation seemed, once she arrived at her father’s private dining room, she realised it was so much worse. Angel was there at the table among their three mothers. Avoiding her eye, looking resigned to whatever godawful fate awaited him. When was the last time he’d even been to the castle ? To the gathering, Malfante- never one for tact- said this, “Angel likes to play hero in his mind, my dears- did you know ? He fantasises about taking you all away from here. I need nine to satisfy the pact- to keep myself in order- we all know this fact by now. Yet, I could see letting one of you go- what do you think, Angeluccio? Belluccia- ? You could finally whisk your poor sister away to supposed-safety, well away from me. What do you think?” He was answered only with stunned silence from them all. Vevlela finally spoke after what felt like an eternity of shared bewilderment. “Malfante, what-?” “It’s as I said. I will let Bellaluccia leave, but, of course, she’ll need replacing. I need nine.” “There are *only* nine,” Velvela said, becoming agitated with Malfante’s dramatic pronouncement. “What are you asking?” Malfante placed his elbows on the table before him and laced his long fingers- the tips of which seemed, by candlelight, to reach his wrists. “Better still than the blood of a Fell woman,” he said, “the blood of a purely Fell child.” Marquessa, at that, felt her heart plummet into her stomach. Now she knew why she was there, and she couldn’t bear to look at her brother’s face. “I’ll give you Belluccia,” Malfante continued, “in exchange for a granddaughter…” No one breathed. Malfante looked around the table, perhaps slightly baffled at their reactions due to the fact that he very much felt he was being reasonable by suggesting such a trade. He then divided a look between Angel and Marquie. “…from the two of you.”

(f/c: ?)

. ꜱ ɪ ᴠ ᴇ ᴋ ᴀ ʀ . ꜰ ᴇ ʟ ʟ . Eldest Daughter of Simay . Eighteen

[open]

Of all the Fell children, for whatever reason, Simay’s girls in particular tend to exhibit the most supernatural ability. Saint Fleur's residential hammer horror-enthusiast and criminally goth demon-spawn, Şivekar, for example, shares an innate ability with her infernal sire- shape-shifting. But where Malfante might slip into the skin of a rodent or a serpent for the purposes of discreetly surveilling Saint Fleur’s goings-on or just for good, old-fashioned eavesdropping, Kari tends to stick to her tried-and-true witch moth (after all, ones roots are important to remember) or a scarlet tiger moth (because they’re cool) forms. Any other creature feels foreign to her- like forcing herself inside an “ill-fitting meat suit”, if you’ll permit the uncomfortable imagery. (At fifteen, she got a moth tattooed on her forehead as a special homage to her chosen shape. Her mother, upon seeing it, was so upset by the mark that she chased Şivekar over the castle grounds, chucking her own shoes at the girl.) With the shifting, she, like her father, is privy to a good deal of talk not meant for her ears, but Kari tends to think of herself as a proprietress of secrets rather than an out-and-out snoop. Now that she’s eighteen, her home-schooling is finished, and she- like her sister Marquie- has been getting out more often. Mostly to the Ombra with her other sister, Gülsima. Getting into some stuff she’s perhaps too immature to be getting into- for a bit there, it was pills. But man-crafted pharmaceuticals hardly have the same effect on little demon-girls as they do on regular mortal teenagers. Harder stuff approaches it. But anyway, it's in good fun. It’s only ever in good fun. “No worries, seriously.” But Fell children are all traumatised fuck-ups- forever-tainted refuse spilled from the blood-soaked halls of Fell Castle. And nothing vile like blood oaths and missing siblings can lie dormant in a person forever. Şivekar tried to run once. She made it, too- all the way to Reykjavík. Her other mother, Velvela, was the one to come get her upon Malfante’s instruction- and no fear had ever come close to what Kari felt when she was brought home to him- and his face… Malfante likes to call any act in self-interest a “betrayal”, and not just against him but the entire family. And this betrayal- running- was apparently so beyond the pale as to warrant harsh repercussions- nothing so insignificant as the loss of allowance. Confinement was nothing new, but in a dark pocket between worlds- one where it’s impossible to tell the passage of time or even one movement from the next- Now here was a fresh hell. It was like a sensory deprivation tank, but in the distance, there were sounds- things, like, big things. All in all, madness sets in within about two mortal realm minutes. And, following her “little stunt”, Malfante left Şivekar in that unutterable darkness for just under three days until Simay was able to beg him to finally bring her back. Lesson more than learned, it’s safe to say she no longer comes close to even considering toeing the line with her father out of fear of that place. And, know what- ? Just after the ordeal transpired, Kari made the uncanny discovery that the best high out there? Ingesting the blood-fed red rose petals from the garden.

(f/c: Adesuwa Aighewi)

. ɢ ᴜ ʟ ꜱ ɪ ᴍ ᴀ . ꜰ ᴇ ʟ ʟ . Middle Daughter of Simay . Seventeen

[open]

The Fell family beauty whose name literally means “rose-face”. If there is a so-called “blessed” Fell child, it’s Gülsima. Everything- absolutely everything rolls off of her back. If Saint Fleurians will never accept her and her family, it doesn’t really matter. She will still walk the cobbled streets and say “hello” to absolutely everyone who passes- no matter who. She will still make an entrance at Club Ombra, as if she owns the place. Sima has always been that way, though- even as a small child, people were always sort of helplessly taken with her, even if they didn’t want to be, where the other Fells were utterly persona non grata. Sima’s effortlessly charming and witty- sort of fairy-like in mien with the posture of a princess. Nothing ruffles her feathers, nothing is actively frightening or plaguing her in sleep- in fact, no one in the castle really pays her much attention because she’s hardly the one that’s ever needed supervision or.. any sort of looking after, for that matter. Which is maybe why it’s been so easy for Sima to slip through the cracks of Malfante’s omniscience (at least where his own offspring are concerned). There are parts of Gülsima so much less than appealing- for instance, there’s the whole drowning incident. No one knows. But it’s strange that no one knows, as well. It’s as if- almost as if Sima has the ability to verbally compel others into doing things- even forgetting. She’s done it before - with a kiss, obliviating memory as easily as taking a breath…because she so wanted it- willed it. Gülsima did drown a boy her own age once though she never laid a finger on him. “Die,” was all she said to him, in fact. And so he did just that. If her father doesn’t know her sin, she believes it’s only because she doesn’t want him to know it. Therefore, a sort of superior secret of hers is that she thinks of herself as untouchable- even by Malfante. She can do whatever she wants- even disappear from Saint Fleur. And she would, were it not for her baby sister’s curious condition (which she has discovered even her own will cannot cure) and her mother’s certain heartbreak. What Gülsima does not know, however, is that her father knows perfectly well about the young boy who drowned outside the Grotto- he’s just purposefully never brought it up. After all, Malfante would hate to quash the homicidal impulses of the child who is more like him than any of his other children are.

(f/c: Sharon Alexie)

. ᴄ ᴇ ꜱ ᴍ ɪ ꜱ ɪ ʏ ᴀ ʜ . ꜰ ᴇ ʟ ʟ . Youngest Daughter of Simay . Fifteen

[open]

Çeşmisiyah is the youngest Fell child, and the last per the conditions of the Pact thirty years ago. When she was born, she came along with an identical twin who was just a few minutes behind her- but there are nine Fell women, and nine only. Whatever became of Miyah’s twin, only Malfante and the mothers know…or at least, they were the only ones to know until Çeşmisiyah was told what happened by, what she herself describes as, her twin sister’s ghost. She’s right, in a way. But, it’s less of a haunting situation, more of a…possession. Mirrors, Miyah likes to stay away from because she feels, especially lately, so outside of herself- possibly in the wrong place or time. She hears her sister talking to her so much about sort of “apocalyptic” situations, a coming- an unleashing heralded by their own father. Çeşmisiyah keeps it all to herself, of course, much preferring to maintain a care-free demeanor, and besides, she so often doubts it’s even her sister that speaks to her. Even if she is, how can Miyah truly trust any of what a dead girl says? It’s only very recently that Miyah’s fallen "ill". Illness isn’t something that the children of an immortal Prince ever have to deal with, and so, it’s quite baffling to the mothers, especially, who only try to help. Whatever is causing her strange symptoms, according to Malfante, “cannot be combated with any sort of mortal instruments or tinctures”. It’s Hell-sent, Çeşmisiyah knows that much- simply given the symptoms of sudden paralysis, schizophrenic-like visions, bloody eyes and mouth. Two of her teeth have fallen out, only to be replaced with…some sort of black stones…her right index finger twisted and broke in front of her own eyes while she was lying in bed… . Malfante seems to know what is happening to Miyah, but with his lack of definitive answers, all she can guess is that he isn’t telling her what is happening for a possibly very scary reason. But there’s even more to worry about- Malfante has said more than once that she is dying, which, of course, would threaten the very survival of, not only her father, but the rest of her family as well. The answer, he says, will require a trip Below where some being might have a fix for her illness. And, if not- ? The voice of Miyah’s sister alleges their father may already be looking into an arrangement to replace her.

(f/c: Ines Oussaïdi)

[fleshevter]

ʙ ʟ ᴏ ᴏ ᴅ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴍʏ ɴᴀɪʟꜱ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ɪɴ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴄ ʜ ᴇ ᴡ ɪ ɴ ɢ ɢ ɴ ᴀ ᴡ ɪ ɴ ɢ ɪ ɴ ɢ ᴇ ꜱ ᴛ ɪ ɴ ɢ ᴄ ᴏ ɴ ꜱ ᴜ ᴍ ɪ ɴ ɢ ᴅ ɪ ɢ ᴇ ꜱ ᴛ ɪ ɴ ɢ ꜰ ᴏ ʀ ɴ ᴀ ᴍ ɪ ʀ ᴀ

[katsigian]

ᴏ ᴄ ' ꜱ ᴀ ꜱ ᴛ ʏ ᴘ ᴇ ꜱ ᴏ ꜰ ꜱ ᴜ ꜰ ꜰ ᴇ ʀ ɪ ɴ ɢ ⁺ ────────── ⁺

⤷ ᴡ ʜ ᴇ ʀ ᴇ ᴅ ᴏ ᴇ ꜱ ɪ ᴛ ʜ ᴜ ʀ ᴛ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ᴍ ᴏ ꜱ ᴛ ?

⤷ 𝖎 𝖙 ' 𝖘 𝖇 𝖔 𝖓 𝖊 𝖉 𝖊 𝖊 𝖕

────⭒ I was tagged by both @shellibisshe and @thedeadthree thank you! ♡ find the quiz here. I'll tag some mutuals and friends below the cut

────⭒ 𝖙 𝖍 𝖊 𝖌 𝖎 𝖛 𝖊 𝖗

❝ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ᴅᴇᴘʟᴇᴛᴇꜱ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪɴɢ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀꜱᴋᴇᴛ. ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ʙʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʟᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴀꜱᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰʀᴇᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴀʏ ɴᴏ? ❞

Valen has been caught dead to rights in 4K. This fits him so well; Valen has always been someone who gives and gives, even been wiling to go so far as to give his own life. Valen doesn't even require much in return as an incentive to keep draining himself for someone he loves - he's used to only getting the most minimal affection back and that has been taken advantage of many times. Devotion like this, the kind that corrupts him, is how he tells someone he loves them. He can thank his past for that - everyone who he gave his heart to wanted more than just that. They wanted blood. They wanted to see him bleeding for them. And he did. Nowadays he's with a man who doesn't require Valen to come home to him beaten and covered in someone else's blood, but the wish to hurt and be hurt as a sign of devotion is still there.

────⭒ 𝖙 𝖍 𝖊 𝖞 𝖊 𝖆 𝖗 𝖓 𝖎 𝖓 𝖌

❝ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴇꜱᴛ ʙ���ʙʙʟᴇꜱ ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ. ❞

This one hurt, aha. Vesper has always been one of those people who strive for better, who wants the best. He's almost addicted to constantly searching for something more because it means that he, himself, is worthy of more. Vesper's own self worth is, the majority of the time but not always, tied to what he has achieved and owns. Not so much in a material sense, but in a "I did this on my own and no one can take it away from me" sense. Can you tell that someone has used gifts and aid against him before? So, he yearns for things he doesn't have but it's actually hoping for freedom from feeling like he'll have to pay it all back one day. Vesper's content in his love life now, safe and sound with a man who wouldn't ask for anything he gives back, but Vesper still makes sure that he can provide for himself if need be.

────⭒ As always, there's no pressure to do the quiz/share your results if you'd rather not

────⭒ I'm not 100% sure who has already done this/been tagged, so if I'm another tag in a sea of tags, feel free to ignore!

────⭒ Lastly, if you'd like to be tagged next time, let me know and I'll add you to the list! And, if you'd rather not be tagged, let me know, and there'll be no hard feelings!

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