Carmilla X Reader: Heaven *cruel* Rule.

Does Velvette get all her joints restringed at once or does she cycle through getting them restringed in groups based on how often they need restringing?

PROBABLY in sections and by which joints are used the most/need more regular maintenance. Hands, elbows and arms, and her knees, legs, and hips the most frequent!! Everything probably comes in cycles of repairs and it'd absolutely be HELL if she did everything at once.

What The Hazbin Hotel Cast Would Look For In A S/O Part Two

Okay, let’s do this! (If I forget a character, I apologize)

Sir Pentious

He NEEDS affection

Like, really needs affection

If you aren’t affectionate then I apologize

Also, protect him from the Egg Bois

He doesn’t care if you hit them

You gotta like machines, no exceptions

You gotta be nimble on your feet because he unknowingly will try to trip you with his tail

okay maybe it’s on purpose

Vox

You’ve gotta be able to take a joke

If you can’t, sorry 

You also have to handle a lot of PDA and overprotectiveness

Like he’s borderline yandere

He appreciates it when you kiss his screen since he technically can’t kiss you

This is a given, but you have to tolerate Val and Velvet

Valentino

You HAVE to be supportive of his business

And do realize, that even if he is super flamboyant, his fashion sense sucks

Also, he can’t do makeup

DO realize that your relationship would involve a lot of what his business entails

Yeah….that

He’s super clingy btw

Velvet 

You’re never going to understand what’s she’s saying

Like she speaks gibberish

She is a bit more understandable through text messages

If Valentino is clingy, she is even more clingy.

Expect hugs

And selfies

Expect LOTS of selfies

But she loves you

Charlie

If you don’t like cuddles, I’m sorry

She literally looks for a nice person

She needs someone who loves her singing

If you play the piano that’s a bonus

It doesn’t matter if you have short hair or long. she WILL braid your hair

★ 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝 ★

"If it's alright could I request Carmilla Carmine x a fem reader who's a fallen angel? Like maybe they met during extermination and got their wings ripped off for not wanting to kill Carmilla's kids or they were already in hell with Carmilla for some time before the extermination? If you don't want to do this that's totally fine, and sorry if this isn't how to request stuff :)."

Honestly, with how this ended, I'm really tempted to write a much fluffier part 2 to this

Part 2 ↫ Right here

➲ 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 Carmine + !Fallen Angel!Reader

➲ Romantic ☐, Platonic ☒

➲ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 Count; 3,462 Words

➲ Warnings/notes; Female reader, descriptions of gore/blood, canonical Lute slander (sorry Lute), romantic or platonic wasn't requested so I went with platonic to fit the story more (if the requester wants romantic just feel free to ask me), mother mode Carmilla (she might be a bit ooc because of this),

Oh wow.

Oh wow were you shaking.

You couldn't tell if it was from the excitement or the nerves - Probably both if you were being honest with yourself, but you couldn't shake off the vibrating feeling tingling beneath your skin that made you want to fly laps around heaven. Your stomach was doing flips, but you led mask only reflected your nearly psychopathic grin and twitching eye.

Even after your lieutenant Lute shot you a stern look, no doubt pissed off because you couldn't sit still for five goddamn seconds, you still couldn't resist fidgeting with your spear. It was sparkly, and somewhat heavy, and a murderous weapon that was entirely yours! It was also cold, freezing almost. Even against your gloves it made your palms feel numb and seemed to shine in sync with your own valiant excitement.

Baby's first extermination, basically. While the name certainly sounded scary, you'd been waiting for this day for six months (you and the other forty-five cadets in your platoon) and you were ready to do your best! Sure, you were still technically a rookie, hanging around the flock and bringing up the rear of the exorcists, but this was how you proved yourself to rise the ranks, right?

Your heart stopped beating in your chest when you finally reached the front. Holy shit, that was the high seraphim! Sera, right? Oh wow, she really was much much taller in person, towering above the clustering sea of black and white murderous intent. Her outward vibe was motherly and caring, but you could see the glint of distain, guilt and regret sparking in the deepest depths of her eyes. Which was confusing, because you were doing a good thing, right? Ridding the divine planes of sinners irredeemable souls.

The thoughts crowded your mind - Evil, twisted monsters crawling around like bugs in the brimstone crowded crevices of hell. You could only imagine the satisfaction of killing your first hell spawn.

It would have to be cool no doubt. Something big with lots of teeth and claws and that could breathe fire! You had to come home with a cool story to brag about. You'd heard the tales from all your superiors. From everyone including the first man Adam himself, your respectably awesome (if a little terrifying) lieutenant Lute, to the other lieutenants like Michael and Gabriel. You'd have to off a demon built like a mountain to get their attention.

And by the big man himself, you were going to do it. Even if it took you a hundred years, you could already see yourself commanding a group just like yours, bearing a helmet with horns big and curved and bold, black stripes stippled along your ivory wings.

With a very particular pep in your step, you saluted the high seraphim Sera respectively, head cocked up just so you could regard her kindly warmth in fullness. Her smile didn't reach her eyes, and although she swiftly sent you on your way with the rest of your platoon, you couldn't help but let your nerves sway your resolve ever so slightly.

It didn't matter though! You unfurled your wings with perhaps a bit too much of a dramatic flair, but with your spear in hand and helm polished so it shined with malevolent glory, you kicked off without a second thought, tailing right behind where you were supposed to be.

Your first impression of hell was the heat.

With the extermination already well under way, raging fires were already burning up half of the city sending whorls of smog up into the air. You easily battered it away with a few strong flaps of your wings. With your head on the swivel, your eagle-eyes peered around the desolate land for the forms of the sinners struggling to thrive below, silhouettes hidden by the thick layer of smoke and ash blanketing the landscape.

Lieutenant Lute furled out her wings below you, a screeching war cry echoing throughout the battlefield as she all but left your rookie platoon in the metaphorical dust. The sound itself only spurred you on, itching for the blood of a demon on the blade of your angelic spear. Without a second thought, you tucked your wings to you sides and dived below, headfirst into the fray.

Billowing flames licked past you harmlessly, though they burned like hell (which seemed rather apt, considering where you). You didn't falter, flying through the embers like a goddamn phoenix ready to cleanse the realm sprawled out beneath you. The solid wingbeats of two of your fellow cadets only strengthened your resolution, a holy fire burning in your soul - An itch to clear the filth of devil scum away. This was the chaotic strength that your captain had sought to build in you, and now you were finally able to act on it.

But everywhere you looked, you only found simple, humanoid souls running and screaming in terror. Eyes wide, half-dead or bloodied beyond belief as they scrambled to find shelter from the onslaught of exorcists like yourself. Nowhere could you see the mangled forms of the demons you'd been taught to slaughter. Descriptions from your seniors before you passed through your mind - 'gleaming eyes with with wrath and lust', 'gangly limbs twisted to an unholy form', 'mouths filled with rows of sharp teeth, and claws like knives'.

You faltered, confused. The words of Lute rang out in your mind.

"Of course, it's not like they can actually hurt you. You're all warriors, the toughest, just use your spears to stab the shit out of them!"

You were alone now. You couldn't hear the comforting sounds of your fellow rookies behind you anymore. They were well in front of you now, peering around with a similar confusion to yours. But to your absolute horror, they simply shrugged their shoulders and dived forward with bloodlust evident in their glowing white masks. Silver points of spears were jammed through the heads of the terrified demons below. But were they demons? They didn't look like them at all. Every single book you'd seen depicting demons drew them as eldritch monsters with too many eyes to count, tentacles and claws and fangs with nary but bloodlust and vile thoughts hidden within their slitted eyes.

But the demons in front of you looked just like people. You could see the way their faces contorted in terror. You could see them scrambling to help what you could only assume were friends and family, pulling them along and carrying the ones who couldn't run for themselves. You could only feel your heart fall as you watched one of your best friends land on top of a sinner already crushed by rubble, turquoise skin stained red. The begged and pleaded and cried, but their voice was silenced as the spearhead sunk into their skull.

You flinched. The world around you ignored you completely, and for once, you were completely happy to go unnoticed.

Shakily, you touched-down in a nearby street. It was littered with already oozing corpses, but other than that it was peacefully empty. At least here the sounds of violence and pain and terror was muffled, far away enough that you could at least try to distance yourself and get your breathing under control.

You barely reeled in a gag as the smell of blood invaded your senses.

Was this really what you wanted to do for the rest of your life? You could still see yourself in your mind's eye, a model exorcist like your lieutenant now leading her own platoon into another extermination. Maybe this would be a one off, just a shock to the system that would get your mind reworked into killing mode. But, the more you thought about it, the more your heart clenched in pain and terror that seemingly matched the suffering souls around you. You were an agent of heaven, you thought you were killing mindless monsters, not those with human souls! Sure, there were probably shitty people fucking around down here, but what about all those who had to sin in self defence?

A chorus of startled gasps startled you out of your panic ridden stupor. Your wings flared up, trying to make yourself look bigger, more threatening as you wheeled around. The spear in your hands looked more like a prop at this point, and it was clear that you had minimal idea how to use it inside a proper battle. But still, you fumbled with it and pointed it threateningly in the direction of the two demons that had appeared right behind you.

They clutched each other, stumbling backwards and further away from the danger of your angelic weapon. One of them placed an arm in front of the other, her eyes narrowing behind her red-tinted glasses as if she was both terrified by you, but was daring you to do something about it.

But still, you could see them shaking from where you stood. They both seemed rooted to the ground, the one with platinum blonde hair refused to take her eyes off of you, but the demon behind her (maybe her sister? A friend?) was looking around nervously.

You could see yourself reflected in those crimson specs, and for once it made you freeze. You'd seen yourself in uniform plenty of times before, the steel boots and guard gloves and the led, horned helmet, but it always seemed almost comforting before. When you were surrounded by your cohorts, it made you fit in. Out here, you realised, you were the monster.

The ever-present smile on your mask shrunk, falling into a grimace as your grip on your weapon tightened. Your wings drew in, you shrunk backwards, almost stumbling over your own feet in the process of trying your hardest to get away. You never wanted to scare people.

So drowned by your own confusion and fear and reckless thoughts of worry about the future that you didn't notice the confusion growing the faces of the demons in front of you turn into abject horror as a far more ominous silhouette grew behind you.

"I thought I taught you not to hesitate," Lute growled in your ear, placing her free hand on your shoulder and digging her fingers in till your were sure a bruise was marred into your skin. You didn't respond, couldn't even if you wanted to. The trembling that rattled you only grew stronger, and you fumbled as your hands cramped painfully. With a resounding clatter, your spear dropped from your grasp an on to the brazen brimstone floor.

Lute growled.

She didn't say anything, but she knew. The both of you knew by now. You couldn't kill a sinner.

Lute didn't even hesitate before shoving you to the ground. Your head collided with solid stone painfully even with your helmet on, stars shining behind your eyes as her words blurred together as she pressed her foot firmly between your shoulder blades. Your wings shivered and spread involuntarily, and you feared the moments that would come next. Lute was unpredictable, but this could only end with bloodshed.

The two girls still hadn't moved, transfixed in horror as they watched the scene in front of them play out.

Asphalt stung your hands and you tried to claw your way to freedom, fingertips digging into the scorched Earth as you started crying. Lute, however, was stronger than you. Of course she was, she'd been doing this for centuries, and you were still a fledging on her first trip out of heaven.

You never thought it would end like this.

Lute dug her fingers into your wings, tangling into your still downy feathers before she yanked with all her might. The scream she tore from your lips was hellish, agonising, yet the blended with the sounds of violence all around you. You were sure you blacked out several times throughout the process, but by the time your old lieutenant was done with you, barely anything but feathery stumps and golden blood remained of your wings.

You could only curl up, cry and watch as Lute tossed clumps of feathers aside as she stalked toward the two demons that still hadn't had the thought to run. And for the first time in your life, you felt sorry for the sinners that populated hell's ring of wrath.

She would make them suffer, that was for sure. If she was happy enough to tear of another angel's wings, you could only imagine what she would do to a sinner. You didn't want to imagine, and your mind was fuzzy enough that you thankfully didn't have to.

The sound of something sharp rang throughout the air. It made you groan in pain, the sound piercing your ears and making your brain rattle in your skull. Sharp - 'Tink tink tink tink tink.' If you could see the look of relief coming across the demons faces, a part of you might've urged Lute to run. Only, she had just torn your wings off with little qualm, and now you had no shits left to give if she lived or not.

The exorcist never got the chance to strike, her weapon torn from her hands and thrown across the street till it collided with a bloody body. Lute herself barely had time to react before she was struck over the head once, then twice in rapid succession. A whirlwind of white and angelic steel and pure fury launched herself in the path between the two demons and the exorcist. It was almost exhilarating to watch, seeing Lute strike out with her fists in a pathetic attempt of hand to hand combat against her new foe. Whoever they were, they were really fucking fast, almost too fast for you to keep up with.

The fight was over before it started. Without her weapon, Lute couldn't do much against the sinner she was pitted against, and as ruthless as she was, she knew when a battle was lost. In a flurry of black and white feathers, she fled. And then the newcomer's attention was shifted to you.

At this point, you would've welcomed death. The pain alone was making you drift slightly, and you didn't even have the energy left to groan when whoever nudged you slightly with something hard and cold.

"Mother.." The words were so soft, floating away from your ears.

"We need to leave." It was undoubtably her. That voice was the one who beat Lute into the ground.

"What about..?" That was the one who called out for mother.

"Won't she tattle?" So that had to be her sister.

Those words sent a dose of adrenaline through you. With as much strength as you could muster, you clawed yourself into an upwards position. You could feel the clotting blood running down your back, but if you were going to die, you at least wanted to do so with some dignity.

Shakily, with much more effort than was really desired, you reached up and peeled your helmet off.

It clattered noisily like glass against the floor, and suddenly the world was much brighter, much more red and the air was laced with more sulphur and death than you could imagine. But what really surprised you was the look of shock written across the sinner's face.

She was tall. Really tall. The only person who could really compete was Seraphim Sera or maybe Adam, but you really couldn't tell with how delirious you were.

"Una niña?" They all looked surprised.

The one called mother took a few steps forward, confusion and anger clearly present in her eyes. But, as she kneeled down in front of your comparatively tiny form, you realised the anger wasn't directed at you.

"Did she try to hurt you?" She turned back to face her daughters. They both shared a look, but ultimately shook their heads no. That right there, was your saving grace.

She looked back at you, hair pinned into high horns, and took your helmet in her large hands. She passed it off to one of her daughters, before gently scooping you into her hold.

You whined, writhing minutely in her hold as the searing phantom pain of your wings being torn off returned. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks, and yet the demoness tutted softly, shushing you like you were a baby.

Her daughters followed without a word, and you and the family unit moved swiftly through the desolate roads. So many questions were running through your mind, and yet you couldn't find the answer to any of them, your thoughts to lost to the fog of blood loss to ever truly return.

"You better not betray me," Were the last words you heard before promptly passing out.

The plushness of a soft blanket was the first thing you felt waking up. For a moment, you felt nothing but relief realising the entire thing had been a horrid nightmare, but when you tried to rustle the numbness out of your wings, the relief was replaced with horror when you realised that your wings were just straight up missing, only two feathery stumps remaining in their place.

That made you shoot up in horror. You didn't even care about the sharp sting that ran down your spine and into your very being, you were a bit too concerned about your current predicament.

"You're awake."

That made you promptly scream before ducking under the covers like you were a nestling again. A soft sigh reached your ears, but you dared not to venture out from the warmth of the thick covers.

Not like you had a choice, though, as you were soon pried away from their safety. It was her, the demoness with the high-pinned buns. She looked down on you, red eyes glowing in the low light, and yet, you couldn't sense a smidge of hatred towards you. Only distrust and sadness laced her expression.

"How old are you?" She asked after the silence had gone on long enough.

"I'm a fledgling," Is all you said. You didn't really fancy giving too much information. Although, the look of horror the crossed her face maybe suggested that you'd already given away plenty.

"Obligan a los niños a hacer esto?" She raised a hand and carded it through her snowy tresses, locks of white hair threaded loose as she paced back and forth. You only watched her, slowly sinking back into the comfort of the warm blankets.

"You're still a child." It was a statement.

You hated being a child. You didn't want to be a child, at least, you hadn't wanted to be a child in the past. You wanted to join the ranks of the exorcists, and to do that you at least needed to be juvenile. Hell, you were lucky enough to make it into the cadets while you still had baby feathers decorating your wings. But now, the fact that yes, you were still technically a kid made your saviour look upon you with more than just disdain and hatred like any other exorcist, but rather she looked upon you with an emotion that you'd never seen before, and not one you could really name.

"You are a child, and now you have fallen," She eyed your mostly healed wing stumps, and you couldn't help but reflexively flex them anxiously. The literal weight off your back made you want to cry.

"Was this your first extermination?" She gazed upon you with a guarded look. You nodded.

"And you didn't hurt my daughters?" Another nod from you. That seemed to make her relax just a tad.

"Could you ever hurt someone?" That made you pause, the memories of the extermination rushing back to you full force. Tears grew at the corners of your eyes, and still, you answered with a simple 'no'.

She exhaled a sigh of relief before closing the distance and kneeling down to your eye level.

"Carmilla Carmine." She reached a hand out toward you. So that was her name.

You clutched your hands close to your chest, fearing her touch, but gave her your name anyway.

"What are you gonna do with me?" You asked, voice cracking. Her gaze softened, finally letting her guard slip for just a moment.

"Well, you weren't going to make it out there by yourself. You'll be staying with me," The words took a moment to sink into your mind. Well, at least it was better than death.

Gently, like she was working with a scared animal, Carmilla coaxed you out from the comfort of the bed, slowly ushering you to her side. With your wings missing and their remains bandaged, head bare and missing your exorcist helmet, it felt like the safest place in the world.

"Welcome to Hell."

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Hazbin Characters + How They Sleep

Pairing: Alastor, Lucifer Morningstar, Charlie Morningstar, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, Adam, Vox, Valentino x Reader

Tags: sfw, cuddles, literal sleeping together, wings, tail shenanigans, horns, possessiveness, kissing, established relationship

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A/N: Idea I had while talking with @massivementalitynut. had to write it because the idea wouldn't leave me alone.

Alastor begins with sleeping on opposite sides of the bed but as your relationship progresses he allows you to get closer and closer. But not to fully cuddle with him unless he initiates it. The most he will allow you to do is hold his hand while you sleep. Anything else must be on his terms.

Lucifer always wraps his wings around you like they're a huge fluffy blanket. Since he's a bit touch starved right now he is very clingy in his sleep, always seeking you out and kissing you lazily. Actually prefers to be the big spoon when sleeping because he never knows when his horns might pop out, so it's safer for you.

Charlie wraps her tail around your thigh when you go to bed. It's a possessive gesture that she used to apologize for many times until you told you that you like knowing she thinks of you as her beloved. Since then she's never shied away from it, even using her tail to pull you in closer when you have, in her mind, gone to far away on the bed, even though you never do go that far.

Vaggie fought against being the little spoon when you slept together. She had a reputation to uphold and she was worried that you might make fun of her if she acted too cute, little did she know that her cuteness was actually one of her greatest weapons. Eventually she did accept it but she still kept her spear near by and her arms tightly locked around your middle.

Angel Dust sleeps on his back, head turned away from you but always has two arms thrown over you. He wants to be able to get you close if he wants to and doesn't mind if you end up on top of him and using his chest floof as a pillow. Why not let you do that when both of you know that he is much softer and better then the pillows you do have, and this pillow will also kiss you any time you want.

Husk never holds back a purr when you have your arm thrown just below his wings, scratching his back. It's rare that he shows you his stomach while he sleeps but that's not your fault, he has to trust you a bit more first. But just the fact that he's letting you hear him purring and isn't denying it is a huge step in your relationship and shows the amount of trust that he already has in you.

Adam takes op the whole bed as his wings fan out and push you off. He yawns like he's bored when you complain about his sleeping habits and really doesn't feel like getting into an argument over it. Eventually he does tell you to get on top of him, in a kind of dismissive tone but then as soon as you are on top of him he grabs you and holds you close to him, so you don't fall again.

Vox doesn't need that much sleep actually but he likes the idea of having you close to him while he does. In fact he can sleep in his chair, with the cables charging him up faster and you sitting in his lap while you wait for him. Occasionally his screen with flicker back on, eyes unfocused for a bit until they land on you and he grins, giving you a quick kiss and telling you he's almost done.

Valentino cocoons you with his wings, almost trapping you against his body, in his bed, in his arms. Kissing you and making you gasp early in the morning is the best way for him to fully wake up and get ready to start his day. His four hands are always touching you in some way, one holding your hand, one on the back of your head, one around your waist, and one on your thigh.

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Request are open

CARMILLA CARMINE

Headcanons

Oneshots

Series

Natasha Romanoff

Headcanons

Oneshots

Series

Alanna Mitsopolis

Headcanons

Oneshot

Series

ROSIE

Oneshots

Headcanons

Series

Wanda Maximoff

One shot

Headcanon

Series

Poly

Rosie and carmilla

Wanda and natasha

RULES

I only female reader

I will write fluff,angst and maybe somethings...

Yandere is allowed

I won't write too brutal

Didn't think Sera was seen as a top by most people! Wow, I'm surprised.

Odette : Mom? Your hair is very messy...

Clara : Yeah! It's very unlike you to leave it messy!

Carmilla : I....I just had a very rough night...

[Carmilla walks away, Y/N walks out of carmilla's room full of lipstick marks and hickies]

M!Reader : Oh something was rough last night alright~

Odette : ......

Clara : Ha! Told you they were fuckin!

[Odette hands Clara 5 bucks]

Art from February 2025. [Hazbin Hotel- Angel Vaggie- Fan Art].

It looks like Chaggie are going to have a fun night~ 🦋🔥 ✨💙 I hope you like it! :3 💙✨ -> [ABOUT COMMISSIONS] <-

Carmilla Carmine reacting to her S/O proposing to her

Posted - Saturday 20th April, 2024

Universe - Hazbin Hotel

- 𝔖𝔥𝔢'𝔩𝔩 𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔬𝔫 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔩𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰.

- 𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔲𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱 𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢'𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔶 𝔳𝔬𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔰𝔬.

- 𝔖𝔬, 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪, 𝔞 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔭 𝔰𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔬𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨 𝔦𝔫.

- "𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫, Y/N M/N L/N?"

- 𝔒𝔥 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔱-

- 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢.

- 𝔖𝔥𝔢'𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔯.

- 𝔄𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔞 𝔭𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔞𝔠𝔨, 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔢.

- 𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔢𝔯 𝔞 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔰𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥. (𝔇𝔬𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥?)

- ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞'𝔰 𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔡𝔢 𝔦𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔨𝔫𝔢𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔲𝔭 𝔞 𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤.

- 𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔬𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢, 𝔟𝔲𝔱, 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢, 𝔰𝔥𝔢'𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔤𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔰.

- 𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔫𝔬𝔴.

- 𝔄𝔰 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔲𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔞𝔶 "𝔜𝔢𝔰" 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫, 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢.

- "𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 . . . 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔢. ℑ'𝔩𝔩 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔶𝔬𝔲."