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/// Hear me out.
// Merlin (reverse 1999) x fem!reader x Pantalone (Genshin Impact).
But it's like the reader is a college nerd who plays both games in their dorm and one day they have both games open and they leave their room for a minute to get water and come back to Pantalone and Merlin going through their stuff yk yk then continue on from there.....
“You are my Angel. ” - Paracelsus x Angel!reader
Pairing(s): Paracelsus x AFAB!reader
Content Warning(s): Paracelsus Is a vampire here, AFAB!reader, reader is an angel, Manipulation, semi toxic relationship, one shot, reader is described to be shorter than Paracelsus, Yan!Paracelsus, fluff with a bit of suggestive, the alters are mentioned at some point in time, Gore is a bit described.
Word count: 3948
A/n: Paracelsus x reader I wrote on 20 minutes of sleep.
Don't know how long you've been here. A week? 2 weeks? A month? You lost track of time ever since he carried you from that tree you descended on and severed your right Wing in half.
You thought you were going to take your final breaths there. Your wing was a gashing open wound with blood gushing out. You don't even know how you fell, one minute you were in the sky like normal the next you were on the ground covered in cuts your right-Wing gushing with blood. It was the dead of night, rain pouring from the leaden sky. You were alone.
Until you saw a figure in the darkness. You didn't know what it was. But it appeared to be moving towards you? You stiffed and tried to get up, but your attempts to get up and flee were all futile in the very end. When you looked up again you could see the figure approaching you and could make out its apprentice more clearly. They had red hair that seemed to be cured at the end, you didn't know if those colors were correct, it was the dead of night and raining so you could barely see. The figure also looked to be wearing a suit with a red cloak, and a... Mask?
You looked down at your bloody scared hands again; you were in so much pain.
The you felt and hand caressing the top of your head. “What a gruesome sight, you poor thing.” From the voice you could now tell it was a man. You weakly raised your head to get a proper look at him; you were right he was wearing a mask with. . . Wings where his eyes should be? His black gloved hand started touching your cheek, “My poor angel you must have fallen far, don't be scared I'll take care of you from now on.”
Suddenly, your vision started to distort and blur, and you heard a deafening rigging in your ears. The last thing you remembered is him picking you up in bridal style, then everything went black.
Your eyes started to twitch and flutter open; your vision was still a little blurry for a second. You tried to sit up to see where you were, a sudden harsh pain spread across your body. You almost fell back but someone caught you and layed you back down.
It was him. Now that you could see more clearly, he had crimson blood red hair that was elegantly curled at the end that was in a cream white bow, he was wearing a suit with a red cloak and had w Lacey bow that extended down to the him of his cloak, he had some type of cold accessories on his suit too, then you weakly looked up at his face. He had a gray mask with cracks all around it and seemed to be chipped at the top, with. . . Wings? Where his eyes should be.
“Darling, please don't try and get up again like that, your wounds are still open and need to heal.” He said as he brushed your hair out of your face. “I couldn't bear to see my angel hurt and in pain again.”
You didn't know who he was, but his touch was. . . Comforting? You weakly opened your mouth to ask him one simple question, “Who are you?” Your voice came out small and weak, talking hurt. “Ah my apologies my name is Paracelsus darling. You may have seen the other versions of me before, well that's if you encountered Aleph at one point in time." That name. Aleph, you have heard it before. You remembered seeing a red-haired man in a straight jacket before, he was staring at you from behind a rotting tree, when you looked over at that place again, he was gone. Later on, you asked a local if they knew who the red-haired mortal was, you were given the name Aleph. "Hm, I know a man that fits that description his name is Aleph."
“My deepest apologies if Aleph scared you that day from behind the tree, he's just interested in you. We all are." he said as he gently rubbed circles around your neck with his thumb. This made no sense. You felt dizzy again. What does he mean by he's interested in you? Matter of fact who are 'all' of them? you decided not to dwell on it too long and give yourself a headache.
You glanced around the room, Dolls. That was the first thing you noticed. There were dolls everywhere. The room was quite luxurious there were a lot of roses in the room also.
Suddenly, you felt a Gloved hand on your waist. You tried to look down and saw it was Paracelsus. Then you felt a hand under your neck holding your shoulder. For a while he just held you there not darling to break the silence in between you two.
Then he spoke “Angel.” His tone wasn't harsh neither was it gentle, it was possessive and stern. “You're going to stay with me forever and I'm going to love you for all of eternity. I will never let you out of my grasp." He said, and he leaned down to your ear. “Promise me you will never run from me Doll.”
A/n: First Tumbler post of cores its Aleph related.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ « Give me tough lovee... »
⟢ Pairings : Pantalone x reader , Merlin x reader , Pantalone x reader x Merlin .
⟢ Synopsis : NSFW Alphabet for Pantalone x Reader x Merlin . Part 1
⟢ Word count : 5.4k+
⟢ Content warning(s) : NSFW , mentions of bondage .
𑣲 Enjoy loves !
ᛝ A = Aftercare
When I tell you these two men are genuine clean freaks, I mean it. They would most likely have a system setup with who cleans up the room. One of them swaps out the dirty sheets that had been drenched in all 3 of your guys' arousal for new clean ones and throws the used ones in the washer, placing back all the ‘objects’ that they used on you for hours and cleaning them. While the other one cleans you up by running a warm bath for you and laying your exhausted body down to rest on the bed . They probably switch the schedule up every so often. Personally I feel like Merlin is better with cleaning the room rather than aftercare for you and on the other hand, Pantalone would be better with the task of aftercare for you.
ᛝ B = Body part
I feel like Pantalone's favorite body part for you would be your lips. He loves how soft , plump and moist they are. He loves coming back home to you after a long day and being greeted with a kiss from you. Pantalone just likes kissing you in general I fear, he especially loves straddling you in his lap as me makes out with you roaming his hands all across your body just to tick Merlin off.
Merlin's favorite body part for you would be your hands. He likes tracing shapes over them and just holding them. If you were to have any scars on your hands from anything I feel like he would slowly run his gloved fingers over them, inspecting them and then be able to pinpoint the exact cause for the scar. He likes to compare your hand size with his of course your hand is smaller, you don't know why he liked to do that maybe it was just another way for him to prove he's stronger than you and always will be…
ᛝ C = Cum
Merlin prefers to cum on your inner thighs or stomach. He rarely comes inside you unless he really wants to or he's pissed at you for something. He likes seeing your lower body covered in his cum, it just further proves that you belong to him ( And Pantalone).
Pantalone absolutely loves to cum inside you and fill you up just to piss off Merlin which then leads to Merlin filling you up to try and ’get rid’ of Pantalones presents in you. Other than inside you, just like aleph he likes to cum on your inner thighs or on your already sore clit
ᛝ D = Dom Or Sub
Domanint. Both of them. Merlin and Pantalone would rather end your shit then let you see them submissive and begging. It's most likely due to the fact they don't like being seen as ’vulnerable’ they prefer being seen as the providers, after all they made it pretty clear they quite literally own every part of you. If they somehow end up being the one under you, you won't hear the end of it. Merlin won't talk to you for a week and Pantalone will cut off all your cards until you ’make it up to them’.
ᛝ E = Experience
I personally feel like Pantalone is very experienced in the bedroom due to former lovers and Previous ’Encounters’ with people, I mean the man has been alive for over 400 years he isn't an inexperienced virgin whatsoever.
Merlin isn't really physically experienced. His ’work’ used to be the one and only thing he was focused on. He wasn't focused on sex or anything because he had no need for it, until he met you you caused a rift in his never ending cycle. Merlin knows a lot about intercourse i mean he probably read about it somewhere what he's into, how to pleasure someone else ect , he just lacks physical experience.
ᛝ F = Favorite Position
Merlin's favorite sex position is matting press with your legs bent high resting on his shoulders with his chest pressed tightly against you as his hands roughly grip your thighs to keep your legs in place. He likes observing your expressions, like how you bite your lip and roll your eyes back into your skull as he hits that sensitive sweet spot of yours....
Pantalone favorite position to make love to you in is absolutely doggy style no questions asked. This man will make you arch for him good god. With your arms on the bed resting near your head gripping the sheets for dear life with your ass in the air. He just loves grabbing a fist full of your hair to pull your head back so he can see all those lovey expressions...
ᛝ G = Goofy
Merlin and Feofan both take sex as a very serious and intimate thing souls can share. They never (and I mean NEVER) joke around in the bedroom like at all. The closest thing you will get to them being ’ goofy ’ during fun time is them teasing you.
ᛝ H = Hickey
Pantalone and Merlin absolutely love seeing you covered with their hickeys. You would have all different kinds of hickeys, bruises and bite marks on you because of them, it doesn't even help that these fuckers bite down hard so they bruise worse. They probably compete about who can mark you the most too. Like Merlin would give you bite marks and hickeys on your neck then Pantalone would get pissy and go over them with his own and vice versa...
ᛝ I = Intimacy
They are both somewhat intimate with you during sex in their own ways (more pantalone than Merlin.) Pantalone likes feeling your body pressed up against his, he's not fast during sex whatsoever he wants to savor the moment not letting it slip away , although just because he's not the “fast” and “get it over with” type doesn't mean this man isn't rough or mean during it.
On the other hand Merlin isn't exactly intimate during sex nor the “ Just get it over with” type. He's almost a mixture of the two leaning towards intimate, he likes savoring all the moments you have with him and the way your body makes him feel. Just like Pantalone, he's rough during it and he's mean as hell he controls your orgasms, the sounds you make and how you react when he touches you...I mean they both do that but shh...
ᛝ J = Jack off
Feofan and Aleph don't need to jack off silly, they have you
ᛝ K = Kinks
Regrator and Merlin are veryyyy kinky men and are both into different types of Bondage and BDSM. Pantalone is morally into restraints and discipline, such as restraining your arms with his belt behind your back or when he ties you up with silky purple ribbons almost like you are a ‘ gift. ’ Merlin on the other hand...good god this man is heavily into BDSM my God this fucker is into med play, he probably retrains you to the operating table and takes you right there....
A/n : ok so im tired lemme know of you want me to complete the alphabet...
"And though you turn from me."- Paracelsus x reader| Chapter 1 .
Pairing(s): Paracelsus x AFAB reader
Summary: All because you wandered too far into the woods for some stupid roses...
Word count: 2.2k
Content warning(s): Paracelsus being delusional, readers grandmother is sick obsession, sadly you don't see him in this chapter, I don't know the rest
enjoy the chapter~
It was cold, it was always cold in this cruel town. It was in the middle of Winter, snow covering the ground like a thick white blanket, All the ponds were frozen with a solid layer of ice covering the water and everything that dwelled in it's eternal darkness. And poor you, you lived in a small run-down house made out of Oak and Birchwood, it wasn't the best, but it gave you shelter and warmth, the warmth was very important due to your grandmother's condition. She was your only family that was alive and was deathly ill with an unknown sickness. The town doctor tried everything to help her, nothing worked. Her condition continued to worsen. That once wise grandmother who helped the young, now couldn't get up out of bed and couldn't barely move or speak.
It hurt you so incredibly much to see that once strong and brave woman who raised you after your parents abandoned you all alone because "parenting wasn't meant for their souls, and they settled down too early." Slowly start to rot in her own body like it was a cocoon of despair she was stuck in.
As you were sitting next to her attempting to feed her the medication the doctor provided to help her stay with you longer. you where sat on her hard bed that barely moved and felt like stone with a hit of softness, you felt her wrinkly hand suddenly grip your cold cry hands with so much force for a sick old lady it startled the living daylights out of you. She hasn't moved like that in years, why now in her last months?
“Huh-? Do you need anything grandmother? Tea? Bread anything I can get it for-”
“H-hush my my...grandchild, I don't want a-any of those ridiculous things. I want something else.”
“Then what do you desire? I owe my life to you I'll get it for you with no hesitation.”
“Roses, Golden roses. ”
...
Her request made you halt in shock; this woman was on her deathbed and wanted roses? More specifically GOLDEN roses? You didn't even know if they existed, there were rumors that there was a castle hidden deep within the tress northern woodland in the north parts of the woods that surrounded this town that had rose's that where turned to gold by a 'Phantom', but that was just a mere rumor nothing more to it...Right?
...
“Grandmother, may I ask you a question about these 'roses' you speak of?”
“...Of c-course my child...”
“What do you mean by Golden roses? Do thou know those are just mere folktales that have been passed down from generations of lunatics to scare the young from going into those parts of the woods. People say that "those roses surrounding the castle were turned to gold by a red-haired Phantom." But that is logically impossible. They do not exist.”
“They exist. I know they-.”
“How do you know they exist when it's just a mere-”
“Because I saw the phantom with my own two eyes."
...
“what...?”
The words that come out of her mouth made the air around you freeze like the world stopped spinning due to the absurdity her words. What does she mean by she "saw" the rumored Phantom that has been a legend of this land for years? You could feel your cheat tightening, you didn't want to believe it, no you couldn't believe it. You hated myths, God, you hated them so fucking much. felt like they had no purpose other than to confuse and make humanity even more delusional and dumber than it already was. But now faced with your grandmother's words — what she said felt so...real? They didn't sound like some meaningless words of utter delusion; no, they sounded real. Too real to be fake.
You could feel your grandmother's deathly cold boney wrinkly hands grip your upper selves, pulling you closer to her so she could whisper something the world couldn't handle to hear in your ear.
“I am going to die soon. I know of it. The rose's are the only thing I want to die with.”
...
“Go look underneath my old bed, in a black velvet box you will see a letter and directions... Please my child, bring me the roses so her lost soul can rest...”
You could feel her grip on you loosen like a once tightly wrapped rope untying, before her hands dropped completely to her sides. You wanted to ask her why, why did he want those roses so badly? What peace would they bring her? And what did she mean by 'her' soul? But the second you looked at her, she was sleeping.
You heavily sighed, shoulders dropping down. you then picked yourself up off your sleeping grandmothers' bed and just stood there for a second looking at your dying grandmother, it cut a deep bottomless wound in your glass heart to see her like this, she always wanted you to end up with someone before she was gone, it hurt. It hurt so much knowing she never would see that. You picked your feet up and slowly and headed to your grandmother's old room.
“Sigh”
...
“Oh, my days, I can't find it due to how much stuff is under here”
at this moment in time, you were trying to find the box your grandmother told you about, you had initially thought it would be an easy task because it's just a black box.
“What could be so hard about finding a velvet black box.”
...was what you had told yourself a couple minutes ago —back to finding the box, not only was there a lot of random items underneath the bed that ranged from boxes of clothes all the way to the plates your grandmother collected, and to add salt to the wound caused by your situation, the bed was too heavy for you to move, it was too heavy for you to move a lone at least. Meaning you had to squirm yourself under it.
Just as you were about to give up all hope in this stupid box, with your hands stretched out under the bed trying to find this 'box' that felt like it was intentionally avoiding your gaze to not be taken from its temporary resting place. You felt your right-hand graze over something—Velvet. You grabbed the box so quickly you bumped the back of your head trying to get out from underneath the bed leaving it stinging for a tad bit.
“Finally.”
You picked yourself up and dusted off your knees, not that the floor was dusty, you just did that simply out of habit. You started to walk to your room box in hand, you wondered what was in it— I mean you knew it was a letter, what you were curious about was what is in the letter. As you made yourself to your room you shut the wooden door behind you slamming harder than you anticipated into the chipped door frame, the wood was cold... Everything here was cold. You hated the cold; it was the weather your parents abandoned you in. As you sat down on the edge of your bed facing the window for light you placed the box in your lap. It was a medium sized square plain black velvet box with a singular thin red ribbon wrapped around it. You slowly opened the box and set the cover to the side. You froze, just as you expected there was in fact an aged letter in the box, but what made you freeze in your tracks was the small bits of dried crimson blood on the letter, you just sat there for a bit. Why was blood on this letter?
You quickly snapped out of your trance, picking up the blood stained letter tracing your fingertips over the rough yellow tinted paper, it was sealed with black wax— it didn't appear to be stamped, it looked like it was dripped on it with a candle. You made sure to be extremely careful as you opened it as not to rip it. You pulled a piece of paper out of it, it was folded in half, you took a deep breath before opening it as an act to brace yourself. When you opened the letter, you could see your grandmothers neat handwriting
...
“If you are reading this, I made it out of there alive. The towns people's legend of the phantom living in the northern woods is real. I saw him with my own two eyes. I was walking with my best friend, Bernadette. As we were walking, we made it to the northern woods, one of the 4 woodlands surrounding this village. I wanted to turn back but she grabbed my hand and told me we couldn't let this opportunity go to waste, I 'asked her what opportunity? A chance to die by the phantom? ' She giggled. I loved her laughter; I miss her laughter. She cupped my hands together and told me it was a mere folktale, and she just wanted roses for decoration, and like a fool... I listened to her and walked with her in those forsaken woods. It wasn't all that scary at first, but the further we went in I noticed something. There was a Raven flowing us, I paid no mind because we were in the woods after all. We just walking in a straight line and maybe it was going in the same direction...oh how wrong I was. as we were walking it turned to night and the atmosphere grew darker, I told her we should just go back home but she pushed my worries aside and continued walking. After a while we found Roese she jumped with joy and told me to help her pick them, the more rose bushes we found the more my gut told me to run. I looked up and saw a castle, a big one rows of golden roses sourcing it like it was sacred. She grabbed my hand and took me too one of these bushes. Right as she was about to pick one of them, we heard it. A voice 'How dare you. How dare you come into my garden for her and pick these roses. Leave, leave this place at once before I make you leave. ' We froze. I spun around and saw a red-haired man, he had a red cloak and appeared to be wearing a suit. I tried to crap Bernadette's hand, but when I looked down, she was frozen in fear and wouldn't get up. The man started walking closer to us and adrenaline rushed all across my body I griped her by her hand and dragged her out I ran and kept on running trying to get out. I could hear footsteps behind me. I barely made it out, when I had looked back, he was gone. I took Bernadette to my room and layed her down to rest. A couple days later she died, she was already sick before this and had a week left to live. Her last words to me where 'I couldn't have those damned roses in this life, promise me when you die you will die with them for me'. That was a week ago. That event didn't traumatize me, but it made me think differently. It made me believe differently. I Rember seeing that same raven that was following us land on that phantoms shoulder.”
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You nearly dropped the letter on to the cold hard wood floor, so your grandmother did in fact see this so called 'phantom' with her own two eyes and not only did she see him she attempted to take roses from his garden but was unsuccessful. It shattered your poor glass heart into pieces; she wanted those roses for her dead best 'friend'. After a bit you were brought back to reality and out of your thoughts. You flipped over the vanilla letter; on the back there was directions written down on how to get to this so called "Castle"
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“Walk northward to where the woodlands begin and walk into the woods where you will find a birch tree. Keep on walking in a straight line after that, you will know when you see it that thou have arrived...”
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“Hmm..."
you tilted your head at the rather simple vague instructions.
"Pretty simple directions...”
You thought to yourself. If it was in fact THAT that simple you could go today, Get the roses that you still did not believe to exist, but you would do anything to make your dying grandmothers wish would come to life, avoid the phantom and come back. It was amusing how much you didn't believe in the phantom with all this evidence, you thought it couldn't happen to you. Oh, how dead wrong you are.
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You were wearing the same clothes you did everyday you just threw on a crimson cape to keep shealed you from the grasp of the cold and just happened to be all you had. You made sure to clutch the letter in your hand, the rough paper rubbing against your fingers. You made your way down the hallway making sure to check up on your grandmother on your way, she was still sleeping. You were going to get these roses for her... Little did you know how this would impact you. You shut the front door behind you the cold breeze smacking you in the face.
You were running through the streets like your life depended on it, you just wanted to get it over with. "Get the roses and get out". You didn't even notice people waving at you. You also didn't notice the raven watching you and following you from the roof tops, you haven't noticed it for the past year. You pushed past anyone in your way as if you were on a mission — I mean technically you where you were trying to fulfil your dying grandmothers wish for heaven's sake! After around 15 minutes you made it to the northern woodlands.
You made it to the edge of the northern woodlands; you took a deep breath taking in your surroundings. You looked around, most of the treed were oak. You sighed you now had to go in the woods and find a birch tree shouldn't be that hard...right?
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A/n: first chapter is done yays
I'm going to making a tag list for the people who want updates about the „And though you turn from me... ” Paracelsus x reader, so if you want to be tagged for updates you should totally comment on this post!
// POLL TIME (again)
Yall think Pantalone would bounce the reader on Merlin's dick or nah
what ya' think
Ykw...HELL YAA
Burn the horse.
⚰︎ 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ///
• 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒
𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.
𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 " 𝐎𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐟𝐰-" 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐑 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬.
𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐭, 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐞𝐭𝐜
𝐈 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐬
• 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒
𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟗 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠
• 𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬
𝟔 𝐱 𝟑𝟕 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬
𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬.
𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬?
• 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐎
𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝟏𝟖+
𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰
𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐔'𝐬 (𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐬)
• 𝐍𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐲𝐲𝐲 :(