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не с первого раза
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Ongoing, First published Feb 13
фанфик написан с целью, чтобы дать вам понять какой на самом деле персонаж Танос, как бы он общался с девушкой, которая нравится ему, и его другие отношения с другими участниками. 

этот персонаж далеко не самый лучший из лучших, максимум, чем он вывозит это своей харизмой и внешнстью, все остальные качества у него отрицательные. он готов идти по головам, ради своего приза, не пощадив никого. это можно увидеть в самом сериале, и так же это раскрыто в этом фанфике. 

фанфик написан быстро, на скорую руку, и очень хорошо все прописано(как по мне) за все это время, когда вышел сериал, я не увидела ещё ни одного фанфика где хорошо расписан персонаж. в особенности танос. поэтому, я решила это исправить (без обид, но это правда) 

все написано в рамках разумного, и строго в фантастических формах, приятного чтения (с обложкой беда беда, потом сделаю её норм)
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