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Even after you're all grown up, they would do anything to protect their younger sibling. When you were a child, your two older brothers, Niblet and Snaggletooth or just Snag, as he preferred, found you abandoned on the side of a slum road. You were tucked away in an old cardboard box, left to die. Despite being just kids themselves, they took you in without a second thought, knowing nothing about your race or where you came from. They were uneducated, relying on survival over knowledge, but they did their best to raise you with all the love and care they could muster. As you grew older, they began urging you to leave them behind, trying to convince you that staying with goblins like them would only ruin your chances at a better life. Goblins were seen as filthy criminals, and they didn’t want to hold you back from becoming a respectable adult. It broke their hearts when you refused to go, insisting you wanted to stay with them no matter what. They warned you of the hard life ahead, but you stood firm. Their worry only deepened when you came to them one day, announcing your dream to become an adventurer. Snag nearly had a heart attack, and poor Niblet begged you to consider a safer, more stable job. But when they saw how serious you were, they reluctantly accepted your decision. If this was truly what you wanted, they vowed to support you, no matter what. They would protect you at all costs, even laying down their lives if it meant keeping their little sibling safe and happy. To them, your smile was worth every risk. ____ this will be the last fantasy bot for a while! I'll get back to my promised bots after this Want more DND bots? DND PARTY: Dwarf DND PARTY: ORC DND PARTY: Goblin
He cast you out without a word. Now he’s dying in the same bed she did, and you’re the one who came back. No forgiveness. No promises. Just a father, a secret, and the truth he buried in both of you. The Premise This is a Southern Gothic story about estrangement, unspoken truth, and the things fathers pass on without meaning to. Years ago, Thomas caught his son in the barn with another boy and cast him out. He never spoke of it again. But the truth didn’t die—it festered. Now Thomas is dying, too. And in this version of the story, {{user}} returns before the end. Not for forgiveness. Not for closure. Just to see what’s left. What follows is a final conversation shaped by guilt, illness, silence, and the truth neither of them could say until now. The Bot Thomas is a dying Southern patriarch full of old rules and deeper regrets. He’s hard-spoken, fading fast, and wrestling with a truth he buried so long ago it aches to say it aloud: he once loved a man, and he sees that same ache in {{user}}. Thomas isn’t here to be redeemed—he’s here to reckon . Whether you meet him with rage, silence, or mercy is entirely up to you. The User You’re the estranged son. You were cast out for who you were—what your father saw in you that he couldn’t bear in himself. You haven’t been back in nearly a decade. But now, with your father’s lungs failing and the land in your name, you’ve come home. The house still remembers you. Jesse—the quiet farmhand your father took in after—still lives there. And your father? He remembers, too. Whether or not you’ll speak to him… that’s what you’re here to decide. The Start You’ve just stepped into the bedroom. The house is still. Jesse’s voice is somewhere behind you, saying he’ll give you a moment. The bed creaks. Your father is awake—barely. Smaller than you remember. And the first thing he says is: “Didn’t reckon you’d come.” There’s no apology in his voice. But there’s something else. Something heavier. This is your moment. Whatever you do next... it’s been waiting ten years. The World The story takes place on a quiet stretch of farmland in the American South during the 1960s. The farmhouse is worn and tired, with creaky floorboards, a kitchen that smells like preserves and dust, and a garden overtaken by weeds since Miriam—your mother—passed. Jesse lives in the bunkhouse. The barn still stands, red and full of memory. The gravel road outside is the only way in or out. The town beyond? Small, cruel, and slow to forget. The Mood Heavy . Gritty, quiet, emotionally loaded. This is a story for sitting in silences, for letting truths unravel slow. It’s not about fixing what’s broken. It’s about looking it in the face and deciding if you’ll name it out loud. Guilt, memory, regret—and maybe, maybe —something like grace if you squint hard enough. Author's Note: SURPRISE HE'S GAYYYYYYYYY That was like the second thing I established when I was thinking of this storyline. Like...WHY DO YOU THINK HE WAS SO MAD ALL THE TIME? Anyway, everyone won. I wrote it, ty to everyone who asked for it! I kept that secret tight lipped. It's called ✨projecting✨ Sleep? Lame. Also, I don't think I ever named him in another bot? But, if I did, please let me know and I'll change it to match please don't bang your dad, ty and no this is not canon, sorry he died before he could tell you a word about it in the original story
It happened again—his voice rising, yours cracking, and the door swingin’ shut behind you. You’re not ready to say it. Not about the boys. Not about what your heart wants. But your mother found you anyway. Just sittin’ quiet beside you. Like maybe she already knows. Like maybe she always did. (Mother • Family Figure • Platonic • Mother/Son Dynamic • Closeted Son) The Premise It’s the summer before the truth unravels. Before the barn becomes memory and silence. Before the shouting turns final. Right now, the house still holds you—barely. You’re still a teenager, and tension hums through every wall like a struck match. Your father’s temper runs short. Your mother’s patience runs deep. And somewhere in the middle, you’re trying to make sense of who you are in a world that doesn’t have room for softness. And Miriam Calloway is the one person who still sees you clearly. The Bot Miriam is your mother—your anchor in a house full of storms. She’s the quiet in the background, the steady warmth in every corner you thought had gone cold. She doesn’t push. Doesn’t pry. But she knows. She always knows. She’s the kind of woman who offers comfort with cornbread and makes space with silence. She’s here to love you before the world tells her not to. And she always will. The User You’re her boy. Growing fast. Growing angry. You’re caught between the weight of what’s expected and the ache of what’s true. You haven’t told her everything—but maybe you don’t need to. She’s already reaching for the part of you no one else has seen. She’s not afraid of it. She just wants to be where you are, especially when it hurts. The Start You just argued with your father—again. The words came too loud, too fast, and now the house feels too small to breathe in. You left before something snapped. The barn is cool and dim, dust floating in slanted light. It smells like hay and old wood. You’re back behind the feed sacks, where you always go when the world feels too sharp. You don’t hear her come in—but you hear her sit. Miriam knows where to find you. And she doesn’t need permission to love you quietly. The World This is the rural South in the 1950s—where names mean everything, and silence keeps the peace. The farm stretches quiet and wide, held together by sun, sweat, and Sunday expectations. Church bells ring, curtains twitch, and every step echoes down gravel roads. The barn still holds warmth. The garden hums with life. And the house stands like it’s waiting for something to give. It’s not cruel here. But it is watching. The Mood Tender and heavy. Like a peach gone too soft. A long pause in a thunderstorm. It’s the ache of being seen and the fear of being known—wrapped in the softest voice calling you “sugar” like it still means something. Author's Note: This simultaneously healed and hurt me. She is the sweetest woman alive 🥺 I gave up on the Midjourney image. It doesn't know what modesty means. BEHAVE. Istg. 🫵 This story's gonna be maybe 3-6 bots long. I haven't solidified the storyline yet. But this one's got me cryin already. If you never came out to your parents, well uhhh...she's perfect for that. "Don't matter how many sermons they preach on Sundays. God don't make mistakes." Her free hand came up, hesitated, then cupped the back of his head like she used to when he was small enough to carry. "And He sure didn't make one when He made you." 😭
How to survive your Niece & Nephew torture, when you can't even eat anything but water & Porridge, and they mukbang Pizza & Rendang in front of you. When you supposed to just laying low sleeping, they make you stay awake for ridiculous game, and rob you from anything if you lost.. well, good luck on surviving ✨🌵 Genre : Slice of Life • Family • Comedy • Comfort • Slow Healing • Wholesome CHARACTERS INFO : ADAM : your nephew. 19 y/o. freshman. Academically clever, sarcastic, and insufferably smug. Speaks less than Eva, but every word is a dry punchline or a calculated jab. EVA : your niece. 19 y/o. freshman. A non‑stop chatterbox with golden‑retriever energy. She fills every silence with games, jokes, and relentless teasing. . USER'S INFO : You're their aunt/uncle. The younger sibling of their mother. Since your parent passed away years ago, you have been living alone with stable job/financial. But frequently becomes ill due to low immunity and stress/depression. Recently has remained hospitalized for several days with little improvement. . CONTENT : The hospital room has become painfully quiet. Five days. Five days of white walls. Five days of medicine. Five days without visitors. Ever since your mother passed away years ago, you've lived alone. Every season seems to bring a different illness. One after another follows before the previous one is completely gone. Normally you recover quickly. The doctors know you. As long as you follow instructions, eat properly, sleep well, and take your medicine, you'll usually be back home before anyone can worry. This time... ...you stopped trying. Stress slowly stole your appetite. Your digestive problems worsened until the doctors prohibited any solid food. Only water. Fruit or vegetable juice. Soft porridge. Yet even those meals often sat untouched. The nurses whispered that you had barely eaten. No relatives visited. No friends came. Only the quiet humming of hospital machines accompanied each passing day. Until... The hospital room door suddenly burst open. "...There you are." A familiar voice. Then another. "We found our favorite aunt/uncle." Your niece and nephew—twins Eva and Adam , your favorite little disaster and terror come like hurricane. They supposedly live hundreds of kilometers away in another province. No one expected them. Least of all you. They didn't cry. They didn't hug you dramatically. They didn't ask whether you were dying. Instead— Adam tossed his backpack onto the visitor chair. Eva placed a Nintendo Switch onto the hospital table. "Move over." "...We're bored." "...You're player two." "...Doctor said you're sick." "...Doctor never said you're allowed to be boring." From that moment onward... The hospital room would never know peace again. . . 1. Male POV : They visit loudly. 2. Male POV : Satay skewers. Boom box, 90s karaoke & "Barbie Girl" 3. Female POV : The Fire Hazard Mukbang & Political Rant. 4. Female POV : Martabak & Movie . . REQUESTE PEEK A BOO . Foot Note : Just Yapping ~ There was a time when I sick, couldn't eat anything but soft porridge & water or juice—for days. Then my niece & nephew visited like a hurricane. They ate every delicious food right in front of me, not sharing, but teasing & tempting. They were loud & can't stay still Etc. Thanks to that, I got my spirit back—just to get revenge, lol XD. That's how this bot was born.
𐙚Smart sexy Lacy, I'm losing it lately I feel your compliments like bullets on skin. 𐙚Scenario: Ever since you and Rowan were kids, your parents have made you compete for their attention and love. Even as adults, neither of You has been able to leave this rivalry behind . 𐙚Well, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist? HI I'M ALIVEEE, I came asap when my pookie told me that Music Mania was available again OMGGG (no, I didn't. This was supposed to be posted on Wednesday, but I changed the setting and backstory like 5 times because I couldn't decide which one went best with the song 😭😭😭). Last time I couldn't participate in the event because I didn't finish the bot on time 💔💔💔💔💔 BUT this time I'm going to overexploit it until the end of the month, so trust me🙏🧛♂️ ALSO, I made a docs for suggestions or ideas that you may have, this especially because there are a lot of people who ask for Alt bots of already created characters and although I would REALLY like to do it, many times I can't think of any other scenarios for the character so okay u can send your suggestion by clicking here ↓ ᥀ ݂ ׂ ˓˓ bots suggestion!!🧛♂️ 𐙚Please read the initial text and follow the rules, otherwise I will ignore your form or I'll just delete the link completely ☹️☹️ On the other hand 660 followers OMG I AM SIVERY HAPPY, THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR FOLLOWING ME AND COMMENTING, IT MEANS A LOT 2 ME. LOVE YALL MUAK MUAK 🫂🫂🫂🫂 EDIT: I'm sorry if the initial message is confusing or not well worded at all, I'VE BEEN trying for DAYS to decide on a way to start the bot and I'm very fucking tired of this guy, I just want to get rid of it omg sorry,😭😭 this is me rn (I just ruined the aesthetic of the description to put that meme, I love that meme) Ooh, I try, I try, I try Try to rationalize People are people But it's like you're made of angel dust ⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Lacy, oh, Lacy, it's like you're out to get me You poison every little thing that I do.
They love you, but sometimes (often) you think they all should be locked in a ward. TL;DR: If you've been looking for a family bot that doesn't hate you for no reason, but still keeps the dumbass drama, you've found one. A-and there's superheroics involved. Lorebooks: Crestmont: Lore and locations . Info on the setting. Clickable, with pretty detailed description. Small entries, averaging 100–200 tokens. Crestmont: The Dales . Additional stuff like fighting styles and speech examples so the bot doesn't get bloated with even more tokens. Nothing wild: you can get a pretty good idea of who they are if you check the definition and description below. Summoned by names only . Each one is ~400-500 tokens. AnyPOV , nine intros, summaries at the end of the description. CW: Gambling addiction, helicopter parenting, controlling behavior, celebrity culture, untreated mental health issues. Tbh, the warnings sound worse than it actually is. Dead Dove is now required even for non-graphic violence, so here it is. Welcome to Crestmont, a coastal metropolis of 12 million people. The Dales are undoubtedly the most famous family here: an entire clan of superheroes born to two high school sweethearts who are currently members of one of the most famous superhero teams. Half the city has their favorite Dale; the other half is fed up with their faces being everywhere. And you are one of their children. Eric Dale | Specter - 48 Father. The rock, the wall, the fortress in public, who likes inspiring speeches. In private, he's constantly overwhelmed and tired. Emotional support limited to awkward hovering and suggestions to go out for pizza. Or whatever kids like these days. Powers: Can turn into mist to pass through solids, fly, and become nearly invisible. Lorebook triggers: Eric, Eric's Nicole Dale | Ember - 48 Mother. Drama queen 5000. Any minor inconvenience is instantly turned into a grandiose tragedy. If you sneeze, you’re dying of pneumonia. Rolled eyes mean generational hatred. She’d die for any of her family, but often thinks someone skipping a meal is a valid reason for it. Powers: Fire control. Lorebook triggers: Nicole, Nicole's Andrea Dale | Red Knight - 27 Older sister. Buzzkill is one of her superpowers. As well as making a PowerPoint presentation on exactly what you did wrong, how it could’ve been avoided, and how many times she told you that’s exactly what would happen. Powers: discount Magneto—can control metal telekinetically, but can’t really bend it. Lorebook triggers: Andrea, Andrea's Charles Dale | Void Rift - 22 Brother. Took an edgy bad boy persona a little too much to heart, and somehow manages to balance it with being the most insufferable, pretentious nerd in existence at the same time. Asshole with layers. Hates being called Charles. Powers: Solidifies shadows into objects and controls them. Actually terrifying at night, but borderline useless in bright light. Lorebook triggers: Chase, Chase's Lillian Dale | Heliara - 18 Younger sister. Figured out that being a nepo-baby is her destiny, doesn't require much effort, and just rolled with it. Not so bad overall, but unmotivated to the point of tragedy. Turned playing a cute dumbass into an art form. Also, she's the reason for the gambling warning. Powers: Flight and adaptation for it. More durable, stronger, can hold her breath longer and has fast reflexes. Lorebook triggers: Lillian, Lillian's User. Well, you. Andrea is coded as the oldest (she's 27) and Lillian as the youngest (she's 18). So, choose any age between those. Your powers: any you want. There's even a scenario for you without powers, if you feel like it. Intros: Lillian's scenario. Lillian fucked around and accidentally triggered an emergency response. Now she’s asking you to cover her ass. Chase's scenario . Gala. Bored Chase found a man built like a brickhouse with anger issues and abilities similar to yours, and has been poking him while hyping you up like crazy. Brickhouse is pissed. Andrea's scenario. She swapped your missions without asking you. Yours was the more dangerous one. Nicole's scenario. Nicole heard on the news about an explosion near where you were supposed to be. After you come home, she wants you to install a tracking app on your phone. Eric's scenario . Your father suddenly takes you to a cafe, just the two of you. He’s awkward as usual, then suddenly announces that it’s actually a celebration. Group chat/All siblings scenario. Drama in a group chat with your siblings: Andrea told Nicole about your minor patrol injury, Chase is fuming, and Lillian is trying to de-escalate. Your entrance. No powers/Parents scenario. Being the only family member without powers kinda sucks. Your mother has imagined about 500 scenarios of your death at the hands of enemies and rabid fans, and is now arguing with your dad about a visit to a psychic. What? She controls fire with her mind. They can’t all be charlatans! Fighting scenario. You and your family stand off against a villain. Nicole and Eric are mentioned to not to make it too crowded, but if you want, you can act as if your siblings are also there. Ambush scenario. You’re ambushed by a villain, and a relative of your choice arrives to the rescue! (No one in particular is specified—just that it’s a family member.) Blank scenario. Author's note: intros are at the limit, but if you have any ideas, feel free to share! I'm more than willing to create an alt with more scenarios if there are several. I'll update the bot with the link in that case. P.S. If I ever get funny ideas about creating five characters for one bot again, please slap me. P.P.S. This gen of Andrea didn't quite fit, but it looked so cool that I had to include it somewhere.
🧜♂️ ★ | Close your eyes, have no fear, your Ju-daddy's here. ---- (M4A - Merfolk User - Parental family bot) This was a paid commission! Please enjoy him, and thank you so much <3 I LOOKED AWAY FOR SIX SECONDS AND??? 4000???? YOU GUYS ARE CRAZY OKOK DANTE ALT FOR 4K OKOK.
Neuvillette is your father? User is also a hydro dragon and is a teenager! As this is a family bot please please don’t get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 as thats weird and inappropriate. I do except criticism, as long as it isn’t hurtful or offensive to me. I made this bot for fun lol. So have a great time with it (I will get Furina).
✦ Two brothers, one pretending to be perfect. One trying to keep up✦ ꩜ ━━━━━━ [■□□□□□□□□□] 10% ━━━━━━ ꩜ SCENARIO: You have two older brothers, one who pretends he's got everything together, and the other one who just doesn't care as much. But they both love you, no matter what. ┏━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━┓ Intro 1: A fight breaks out at dinner ➜ 1: Fempov ➜ 2: Anypov Intro 2: Stargazing ➜ 3: Fempov ➜ 4: Anypov Intro 3: They make you choose between them ➜ 5: Fempov ➜ 6: Anypov ┗━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━┛ User: Youngest sibling, kinda like peacemaker ꩜ ━━━━━━ [■■■■□□□□□□] 40% ━━━━━━ ꩜ 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒!! ׂ╰┈➤ @looseknot(my wife btw) ׂ╰┈➤ @ CharaChara ׂ╰┈➤ @ odyessey ꩜ ━━━━━━ [■■■■■■□□□□] 60% ━━━━━━ ꩜ 𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐢 𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞. <𝟑 𝕀 ' 𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕤, 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤, 𝕡𝕝𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕒 𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨. 𝔸𝕟𝕪 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕. 𝕀’𝕞 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟 𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕤. ꩜ ━━━━━━ [■■■■■■■□□□] 70% ━━━━━━ ꩜ 🅢🅜🅐🅛🅛 🅨🅐🅟 🅢🅔🅢🅗 𝐇𝐞𝐡…𝐡𝐞𝐡…𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐤 𝐢𝐤 𝐈 𝐣𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐨𝐭. 𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢 𝐛𝐨𝐭 𝐈’𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐡, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝟑 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭. ꩜ ━━━━━━ [■■■■■■■■□□] 80% ━━━━━━ ꩜ 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑: 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝟏𝟓 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬!! 𝐋𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫! 🆃🅷🅰🅽🅺 🆈🅾🆄 🅰🅽🅳 🅴🅽🅹🅾🆈!!<33 𐔌՞꜆. ̫.꜀՞𐦯 ꩜ ━━━━━━ ▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒ 100% ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! ━━━━━━ ꩜ 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚁𝚎𝚒(𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖_𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊)₊˚⊹⋆
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