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apoemaday · 5 months

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Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing

by Margaret Atwood

The world is full of women who’d tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. Quit dancing. Get some self-respect and a day job. Right. And minimum wage, and varicose veins, just standing in one place for eight hours behind a glass counter bundled up to the neck, instead of naked as a meat sandwich. Selling gloves, or something. Instead of what I do sell. You have to have talent to peddle a thing so nebulous and without material form. Exploited, they’d say. Yes, any way you cut it, but I’ve a choice of how, and I’ll take the money. I do give value. Like preachers, I sell vision, like perfume ads, desire or its facsimile. Like jokes or war, it’s all in the timing. I sell men back their worse suspicions: that everything’s for sale, and piecemeal. They gaze at me and see a chain-saw murder just before it happens, when thigh, ass, inkblot, crevice, tit, and nipple are still connected. Such hatred leaps in them, my beery worshipers! That, or a bleary hopeless love. Seeing the rows of heads and upturned eyes, imploring but ready to snap at my ankles, I understand floods and earthquakes, and the urge to step on ants. I keep the beat, and dance for them because they can’t. The music smells like foxes, crisp as heated metal searing the nostrils or humid as August, hazy and languorous as a looted city the day after, when all the rape’s been done already, and the killing, and the survivors wander around looking for garbage to eat, and there’s only a bleak exhaustion. Speaking of which, it’s the smiling tires me out the most. This, and the pretence that I can’t hear them. And I can’t, because I’m after all a foreigner to them. The speech here is all warty gutturals, obvious as a slab of ham, but I come from the province of the gods where meanings are lilting and oblique. I don’t let on to everyone, but lean close, and I’ll whisper: My mother was raped by a holy swan. You believe that? You can take me out to dinner. That’s what we tell all the husbands. There sure are a lot of dangerous birds around. Not that anyone here but you would understand. The rest of them would like to watch me and feel nothing. Reduce me to components as in a clock factory or abattoir. Crush out the mystery. Wall me up alive in my own body. They’d like to see through me, but nothing is more opaque than absolute transparency. Look–my feet don’t hit the marble! Like breath or a balloon, I’m rising, I hover six inches in the air in my blazing swan-egg of light. You think I’m not a goddess? Try me. This is a torch song. Touch me and you’ll burn.

#poetry #margaret atwood #helen of troy does countertop dancing

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xnorthstar3x · 1 year

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TMNT headcannon

Tik-tok Pheromone perfume

Leo

Man's ready loves the way you smell.

He spent 3 hours searing the internet for a website that might sell customizable candles.

So when you walked into the lair one day wearing said perfume and he caught a wif of it.

He was all over you like ants on honey.

Constantly touching you, his head stuck in the crook of your neck breathing in the newfound sent and enjoying it greatly.

Definitely snuck a few ass grabs when no one was looking.

Tries to convince you to go to his room with him

Raph

He likes the way you smell alot to he doesn't even feel ashamed to lie when you leave an article of clothing at the lair.

"No baby sorry I ain't seen ya jacket."

There all in his dresser in a special drawer he keeps for you

He even took the library to stuff them into ziplock bags to keep the scent on them longer

When he catches a wif of the perfume when you walk up to greet him. He hold you tight and a growl low in his chest starts.

He let's you greet everyone and takes a seat on the couch pulling you in his lap

He's not discreet about the ass slapping just not infront of his dad

He dosent even ask to take you to his room just picks you up and carries you his nose stuck against your skin the whole time.

Donnie

Donnie made a candle that smelt like you and he lights it when your away for a long time.

He loves the way your clothes smell like you and swipes a few articles when he visits.

When he hears Casey comment on the way you smell one day he leaves the lab immediately to find him complimenting you.

"I'm sure she'd be happy to send you the link if you're interested I buying it for yourself casey."

Stops once you come in range after picking up the new sent.

His voice drops an octave as you smile at him and kiss his cheek. When you go in for the hug he definitely gropes your ass.

Leads you into the lab and the lock of the door doesn't go unnoticed to Casey as he just turns and walks away.

Mikey

When he visits he heads straight for your closet to steal clothes he even sneaks panties into his pocket (the others do to he's just more open about it)

He uses your shirts as pillow cases and the other stuff for 😏 other things he's a perv and he's proud

When he catches a wif of your new perfume lord have mercy. He is also all over you like ants on honey except he isn't discreet about it at all.

If your sitting on the couch not paying attention to him he slides and hand up your shirt no matter who is in the room.

Smackes your ass if the opertunity presents itself.

Gets scolded by his dad.

He just becomes more discreet about the ass slapping

Definitely says fuck it and carries you to his room

#tmnt 2003 #x reader #tmnt #northstarscorner #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2007 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt leo #donnie tmnt #tmnt mikey #tmnt headcanons

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derekhighwaytf · 9 months

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Vanity, Oh Vanity

With a chiseled jawline and sculpted muscles that are the result of countless hours in the gym, you must think you’re the spitting image of youth and physical perfection. You exude a confidence that's almost intoxicating. Your hair, a glossy waterfall of golden locks, is your crowning glory, accentuating your overly self-assured smile.

And if life is a game to you, "HookedUp" is your playground. Every day, hundreds of messages fill your inbox from men who would do anything just to get a response back from you. Your fingers dance across the screen, teasing and toying with these horny bastards who seek your attention. The thrill of the chase, the art of seduction—it's a game you play so masterfully. You revel in the attention, basking in your control of the chase, always one step ahead, relishing the power your beauty affords you.

But then, out of the blue, here comes a message from "Need2SuckNow." The profile picture stops you in your tracks—a chubby, bald man with a browless face and a ridiculous mustache. What a fucking loser! You laugh aloud, feeling a mixture of contempt and amusement. He is everything you are not, a stark contrast to your own graceful elegance. These are the guys that make you ashamed of the gay community. Horny, desperate fuckers who are so ugly that they shouldn’t be allowed to see the light of day.

That is, until he messages you. "Too good for me, huh? Well let's see about that.” Your laughter freezes in your throat. A chill runs down your spine, something about the message seeming too unusual just to ignore. You quickly try to block the account, but your app freezes up until you receive another chilling message.

"It must be easy to keep a clean face when you only have to shave once every week. But a mustache would look nice on your upper lip. Must suck that you can't get rid of it."

Your heart pounds as a sudden tingling sensation dances across your upper lip. You dash to the bathroom mirror, terror gripping you as you find a thick, bushy mustache sprouting uncontrollably. You can feel each hair pushing through your skin, an alien sensation that makes your stomach churn. In a panic, you grab your razor and try shave it off, but it grows back instantly, each hair thicker and coarser than before. Your face, once the epitome of smooth perfection, is now marred, the mustache making you appear like some kind of seventies porn actor.

Then a new message pops up: "Hmmm, even with that worm on your face, you're still undeniably sexy. Well, you were, until you lost your hair.”

Your heart hammers in your chest as a foreign sensation begins to crawl across your scalp. Your hair—once your golden crown, each strand lovingly styled and nurtured—begins to wither, shriveling up into thin strings of dull brown. You watch in the mirror, helpless, as each luxurious strand shrivels and falls like brittle leaves from a dying tree. Your scalp tingles with a sensation akin to thousands of tiny ants marching in unison, each step another hair lost, another cruel reminder of what you're losing. In mere moments, you go from a thick, glossy mane to completely and utterly bald, your scalp laid bare, smooth, and cold. The beautiful image you've spent you’re entire life crafting has shattered within mere minutes.

“Well look who went from twink to daddy! You would get to enjoy this if only you weren’t two cheeseburgers away from becoming a bear."

The words echo in your ears as you feel a strange bloating sensation work up your stomach. It starts subtly, a softness in the muscles you've worked so hard to sculpt. Your reflection warps as your once well-defined muscles begin to transform into flabby, gut-like masses. Each ripple and curve you've proudly displayed becomes obscured by an unwelcome softness. Your pecs, once firm and strong, sag into the unrecognizable shape of man boobs. Your abs dissolve into a paunch, like you’ve just drank four kegs of beer, and your arms have now become hefty wind sails.

You strain to move as your body expands, each part becoming softer and more unmanageable. The grace and ease with which you once moved are replaced by a sluggish, heavy feeling. You reach out, touching the body that was once your pride, feeling it jiggle back, unable to reconcile the stranger staring back at you.

A new message chills you to the bone: “And if that wasn’t enough, you might’ve still been able to get laid if you hadn’t shaved your eyebrows off, you nasty punk!”

Your heart lurches, and you instinctively reach up, touching the place where your eyebrows once framed your alluring eyes. They're gone. You feel the bare skin, smooth and empty, the absence more profound than mere hair. Your eyes, once highlighted by well-groomed brows, now stare back at you freakishly, wide and vulnerable, framed by a void that seems to laugh at your former vanity.

“And don’t think you can hide the new you from the world. It’s too bad that you have an insatiable need to get fucked in the kinkiest ways possible. Now that you’re the town whore, everyone knows that you will do anything to get filled.”

A shiver runs through you as a new sensation takes hold—an intense, overpowering craving for cock. It's not just a desire; it's a need, a hunger that gnaws at your very core. Your body aches with it, every fiber of your being consumed by a lust you've never known. You find yourself feverishly messaging guys on the app, the very desperation you mocked replacing the playful teasing that once defined your game. The desire to be filled with cum overshadows everything else, even as your transformed appearance continues to haunt your every move. It doesn’t matter who, you need cock, and you need it now.

The transformation is complete, the new you solidified, your username now the mocking reminder of what you once laughed at: Need2SuckNow. Your vanity, your grace, your confidence—all of it is gone, replaced by an insatiable hunger for cock that will not be denied.

You are Need2SuckNow, and the world will never let you forget it.

#gay tf #male transformation #mental change #tf story #muscle theft #bald #tf #bear tf #bearification

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star-girl69 · 1 year

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Love your work!!!!! Can I please request a Jake x Neytiri x reader (who was previously an avatar and there already in an established relationship) there at a communal dance but Jake and Neytiri are busy doing chef stuff to readers dancing with other Na’vi and one of them (any gender doesn’t matter) gets quite close and touchy but readers a bit drunk so dosent rlly notice but Jake and Neytiri do. Can it just be protective fluff and ants plz with a little bit of 🍋

Somewhere Through the Haze

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader

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a/n: thank you so much for requesting anon and i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: reader gets drunk, mentions of alcohol/drinks, slightly intimate touching?, reader doesn’t really consent to it, swearing, mentions of reader having hair, tell me if i missed anything!!

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The bodies around you swayed back and forth, all training and discipline forgotten, just people dancing aimlessly. No routines, no choreography to remember, just you in the light of the fire- surrounded by faceless people.

You throat still burns from whatever concoction your friend gave you.

When you asked her, she simply smiled with a twinkle in her eye and said it was homemade. It burned, but it distracted you from the pain in your heart.

You probably shouldn’t be mad. You should be the perfect, understanding and adaptable mate. You should know that Jake and Neytiri have duties beyond taking care of you, but it’s late and the days have been stretching on lately- and yet they are not next to you.

They should be here, to catch you when you lose your balance, to laugh at your slurred words.

You send another glance to the high table, circling your hips wide, but they are still there. Jake talks with the olo’eykan of the Ikran People, and he hides his boredom well, but you can see right through it. You sigh, watch his arms flex, his muscles become visible as he leans back and stretches. He should be here with you.

You look to Neytiri next, only to find her bright eyes right on you. She smiles, but doesn’t risk the wave. In the crowd like this, you blend in, and she knows- without you even having to tell her- that you need this break. Pointing you out for everyone to see, guiding polite conversation and people hoping to climb higher in the ranks, she didn’t want to do that to you.

You try to smile back, but it comes out forced, more like a grimace, and you have to look away, not wanting to see her confused and hurt face.

You don’t mean to, really, you’re just jealous and petty and selfish. You just want them there with you.

Cy’a’s hand touches your shoulder, pulling you back to the moment, the music growing louder and louder. She’s probably drunker than you, but two cups still lie in her hands. One full, the other half-empty, she gives you the full one and shouts that it’s from a man named La’in, but everything is much too loud.

You must have a strange look on your face, because she rolls her eyes and points, and you nod, smiling, barely recognizing a hazy figure in the distance.

The drink burns less than the ones she gave you before, but it’s like a little fire in your stomach, a hot stove. Warmness in your belly, in your heart.

Your eyes widen, and Cy’a leads you through the crowd, to the man who made it. He greets you, bringing his hand to his forehead, I See you, and you do the same.

Cy’a let’s put a giggle for no reason, her arm looped with yours.

“What do you think, Y/N?” she hiccups, and you smile.

“The drink? It’s very good. Burns less,” you say, feeling slightly ashamed, wishing you could be free and unbothered like Cy’a.

You look up to La’in, but his eyes are already on you.

“Thank you,” he smiles, looking almost shy, “took many years to get that effect.”

You nod, about the spill some polite nonsense about how it paid off, when Cy’a suddenly gasps and whips her head to the side.

“It’s Teysu!” she says, smiling giddy, like a little girl, and she squeezes your hand before letting go and plunging through the crowd. “Bye!” she shouts over her shoulder, and you cannot help but laugh, hear La’in do the same.

Now, you truly feel awkward.

You want to leave, go back to Jake and Neytiri, but La’in grabs your hand.

“Come,” he smiles, “let’s dance.”

And you want to dance anyways, so why not do it with a partner?

You sway your hips exactly like you did before, laughing and talking to La’in about useless things, a story about how he spilled the early design of his drink all over himself.

You laugh and lean closer, and his smile turns into a grin.

His hand slides onto your waist, but all of the drinks you’ve had have gone straight to your head. His hand feels different, wrong, but you don’t even have the energy to push it away.

When you look at him, smiling wide, feeling like Cy’a, he looks a little surprised.

When you inhale, he presses closer, and when you exhale, he presses closer. Now he’s flush against your back, and you’re drowning in the movement and in your head.

Then, a shadow comes over you, towering over you, blocking the light of the fire. When you look up, it’s Jake, and the part of you that would always know it’s him squeezes. But his eyes aren’t on you. He keeps them narrowed on La’in. But the need to be close to him, that’s been rearing it’s head all night, overcomes simply staring at him.

“Jake,” you mumble, La’in’s hand dropping from your waist as you press yourself against Jake, head on his chest, his heartbeat filling your ears. He wraps one arm around your shoulders, lazily, pressing you even closer. He hums, and you want to simply crawl inside him and stay safe there forever.

“La’in,” he greets, voice cold, but you just like the way his chest vibrates. “I See you.”

La’in repeats the action wearily, hands wavering.

When you next open your eyes, Neytiri is there, standing next to Jake with her mouth pulled into a disgusted sneer.

“We were just dancing,” La’in gasps, and you watch as Neytiri’s fangs sink into her lips.

“She is not your mate,” Neytiri responds, the indents on her lips clearly the result of her holding herself back. You want to call for her, reach for her, but Jake is so comfy and your mind is hazy, like you’re trapped in fog and Jake is the only clearing.

Neytiri’s voice is like a beacon, guiding you back to that same clear patch again and again.

“We’re going,” Jake says, moving you to position where you can walk alongside him, your smaller body tucked under his arm.

But, before you can leave, you hear the unmistakable sound of Neytiri hissing. Torn from her throat, like it’s a manifestation of her deepest emotions. Rage, jealousy, worry.

But when you look at her, she is only looking at you, and you feel the warm touch of her arm looping with yours. She presses a kiss to your shoulder, smiling, all remnants of her anger gone.

“You’re very drunk,” she coos, resting her head on your shoulder. You smile and lean your head against hers. “Very drunk and very ours.”

“Of course I’m yours,” you huff, your voice returning, the smell of the fire growing fainter, footsteps crunching over fallen leaves.

Neytiri hums, and Jake’s arm around you squeezes, turning left and then right until you reach your kelku.

You hum happily, safe with your mates and in your own familiar home. There’s no fire here, no fog to be guided through, just the three of you.

Neytiri tilts your head to the side, presses a feather light kiss to your neck. You giggle, pushing past her and the light feeling, climbing into bed.

She only follows, mumbling to Jake about how there’s no threat here, only their mate, and the anger, the tenseness you felt against her chest before seems to fade, because when he climbs in next to you, he’s softer.

You laugh as Neytiri plants more kisses, trying to push her away, and she only smiles against you and pulls you right back.

When the kisses turn harder, when her teeth graze your skin, you’re already half asleep.

Jake tucks your hair behind your ear, mumbling, “so pretty” as he does so. He presses a kiss near your ear, then your cheek, your jawline, trailing down and down until he presses his teeth to your neck.

“Going to make sure everyone knows, right?” Neytiri hums, leaning back to look at your neck. She presses her fingers into the damp skin, and you shiver, feeling a wave of good pain spread through you.

“Know what?” you ask, Jake’s mouth going lower and lower, teeth harder and more. Whatever marks they’re making growing darker.

“That you are ours,” he says, and you can only hum before the fog rolls over you, but why would you care? You’re trapped with them.

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eldritch-spouse · 11 months

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I definitely wasn't binging through Krulu's tag like a horny depraved soul with no life (which i am) when i found this:

Pinnie I need to know how Krulu responds/reacts to Admin's existential crisis and crippling anxiety telling them that they're useless to him now that he has no need to hide and he can just dispose of them if he wants to.

[Fem reader.]

TW: Slight angst; Religious mindsets.

It's wonderful seeing your lord in such high spirits.

You never made note of it before, mostly to avoid being insulting, but it bothered you that Krulu felt unsafe all the time, resigned himself to the darkness of his sacred floor, didn't look beyond the walls of The Clergy's Eye or set foot onto his own garden.

It was disheartening.

He's a god! He's your god! He should face the world with nothing but pride and elegance, his might is to be witnessed and revered by all- Hiding is unbecoming of his perfect nature.

You suppose you have to thank Miara for all of this. For the safety and confidence Krulu now exudes, for the push she gave him to finally finally impregnate you- For your beautiful baby boys who have now grown up to take Earth's main annexes by storm! Life is good.

Life is wonderful.

But it's so, so scary...

Ever since your higher stopped using you as a vessel -There's no need for such anymore, after all- A depressing distance has been cast between you two. Something stifling.

You're so very happy for him, for Adelo and Adrul who can now communicate with their second father openly, see him in the flesh so much more often than they once did, for the two of you even -Because you do like witnessing Krulu's glory- But... Things just aren't the same.

You no longer feel Krulu in the back of your mind, caressing your thoughts and murmuring to you. His presence on your body is so diminished you feel naked. Unsafe. Out of sorts. You feel useless as his servant. This isn't right. It's something you're ashamed to admit, but you wish he'd return to your form.

What's wrong with you? To be wishing misery upon your lord...

You're his chosen, you're the mother of the rulers of Eden and Perdition, you're loved dearly by your lord and your angel- So... So why is it that you feel small? Like an ant? Without Krulu... You're just a human. Just a girl.

Tears prick at your eyes.

It's stupid, it's so stupid. You should be happy. This is a day of celebration! Your sons have come to The Clergy to partake in celebration with their parents and the core team after their impressive feats. And instead of spending quality time with the people closest to you...

You're sobbing on a faraway bench.

Pathetic.

You don't even hear the footfalls approaching steadily.

" Chosen. "

To say you sprung up like a startled feline is to put it flatteringly lightly. Your lord stares at you from a great height, gaze ever hardened, though you've been his servant long enough to spot the creases of worry in the corners of his eyes.

" M- My lord, excuse me- I'll be joining the festivities in no time. " You stammer, wiping the tear trails on your face and hoping your makeup isn't smudged to absolute shit. But it probably is.

Krulu makes a chuff, then takes a seat beside your figure, not looking directly at you. One set of arms rests on their hips, another steeples its fingers, the remaining one adjusts some of his jewelry.

" Speak. What troubles you? "

To the point. You've come to love that about him.

" Nothing serious, my worship. " You sigh. " You know how fragile the human mind is, I'm just being silly. "

The siadar's tail rattles across the floor.

" Our minds may no longer be interwoven, but make no mistake, I know when you dare lie to me. " He warns, eyes narrowed. " Your pain is still my pain, however. And to hurt me is not wise. "

You curl further into yourself on the bench, sniffling. " My deepest apologies- "

" I will not ask twice. What ails you? "

Slowly, you crane your neck back, meeting only the charred side of Krulu's face. With perhaps the most shaky and futile of inhales, your lips let loose.

" I'm scared. "

The siadar straightens slightly.

" My lord, I would never doubt your words- But I doubt myself. We aren't as close as we once were, and that's amazing! That's good! But... I feel so hollow without you in my body. What duty do I have now? I know it's stupid of me -I know I'm foolish- But ever since you've ceased to use me as a vessel, I've been so... Miserable. "

The shame coating your cheeks burns brighter than a thousand dawns, so you opt to bore holes into the stone of the garden's pathway.

There's a deep rumble from beside you, and soon, your small frame is lifted, deposited in the crevice where your lord's long legs cross, facing forward to the garden's expanse just as he does.

" You are going through withdrawal. "

Krulu begins, giving all your thoughts pause.

" Have been, for quite some time. "

Four hands touch your body, two loop around your neck in a familiar hold that has you sighing in comfort. The other pair rubs your sides up and down.

" I never did think it had reached this state, but then, you have a most insufferable habit of hiding your distress from me. "

" I... I don't want to disappoint. "

The implication is loud, even without being verbalized. A pause passes.

" Pray tell, what bred the idea into your mind that the mother of my heirs is expendable? " He challenges, met with silence for a few moments.

" Was it something I imparted onto you? "

And, when you think about it deeper, there was never a moment where Krulu made you feel as if you were nothing but a body. Or that you would someday outlive your use. Your sentiments are strange and you can't place their source aptly.

" Never! I don't recall a single thing you've said or done to me that could cause this- I think I'm just... Having some type of episode? " What a wonderful thing to say, you snort inwardly to yourself. Yes, you're going mental.

" Episode, hm? " Krulu chuckles above you. " Close enough. You got there on your own, songbird. "

" I- Lord Master, I beg your pardon? " Did he actually confirm you're going insane?

The siadar shudders at the title bestowed upon him, a squeeze of powerful claws reminding you not to rile him up now. It slipped.

" Just as when I took hold of your form your organism experienced many changes, you are now going through several more as well. " He explains simply. " My departure is intense, I would be alerted if you did not react to it. "

You blink, staring into his blazing orange hues. " ... But it has been years, lordship. "

Krulu's grin turns slightly mocking. " Indeed it has. "

You can only blink vapidly again, prompting him to laugh loudly and pet you almost condescendingly.

" How many years did you live as my vessel, lesser? "

Oh. Oh.

No fucking wonder you've been feeling this way for so long. Oh boy, this is going to take a long while... Who knew a hormonal imbalance could last this long, and be this devastating. Maybe to a doctor, it would be extremely common knowledge, but you often forget said information, because it hardly ever holds relevance these days.

You feel even dumber now. Dumb as a door. May the ground grow a hole and consume you immediately.

The berating inner-monologue about to kickstart in your mind is halted entirely by the sensation of Krulu's thin lips against the top of your head as the massive entity curls to shield you from the world at large.

" You are hereby ordered to seek me as soon as these flares of inadequacy show themselves, understood? " Even if his words hold supreme authority, you feel the insurmountable care behind them.

" My chosen is my adored and my adored is the light of this decrepit world. You hold more value than the universe could ever hope to achieve to me, yet you do not even realize it. " He whispers.

And you cry.

You sob like a fucking baby.

You wail into your lord's arms, full of relief, of love, passion and reverence and complete fanaticism- Enough euphoria to blind you for seconds of total bliss. It's almost like an orgasm, in a peculiar way.

He holds you throughout the entire catharsis, silent, stable like a stone wall. Only when your quiet sniffling has petered out does he speak again.

" Come to us, Adrul did say he has many tales of his time in Wrath. His mother should listen. "

You stand with Krulu's help, a smile as bright as the sun on your face.

Everything is okay.

You'll get through this.

For him.

Always for him.

Everything for him.

#Krulu oc #monster boyfriend #monster x reader #monsterwhorre #minors dni #terato #yandere monster #yandere teratophilia #terat0philliac #terato tag #monsterfucker

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odditycircus-2002 · 6 months

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Medusa!Reader and Shang Tsung in Mortal Kombat 1 Story Mode Part 11

Spoilers for Mortal Kombat 1 Storymode: Proceed with Caution

The first thing you did when you and your group were finally able to get a safe distance away from Ying's Fortress was punch Shang Tsung in the face and then Quan-chi.

"That's for your part in the Other Shang Tsung's plan!"

Jerrod has to physically hold you back from doing more to them before reminding you there is a more pressing problem. He promises that both Sorcerers will face justice when this crisis is averted. Jerrod's assurance is enough to placate your fury for now. Shang Tsung scowls deeply at the Emperor's words but, for once, doesn't say anything.

You then turn to look back toward the fortress, finding legions of stone warriors marching as one in a long line, similar to ants. You listen as others start speculating about the army and strategies to defeat them, along with Titan Shang Tsung and Titan Y/N. Until the Shang Tsung you know, comes up with a good question about more than one timeline. Although, you looked like you physically wanted to vomit when agreeing with the Sorcerer.

"As much as it pains me to say, Lord Lui Kang, Shang Tsung is actually ri- ... Not wrong to think like that. My Titan self mentioned a timeline of her own, meaning there has to be more than two timelines."

"Precisely. We lack strength, but we could find it in other timelines."

Lui Kang appears surprised by your argument before his expression takes on one of deep thought. This gets the ball rolling as everyone starts strategizing to gather allies from other timelines in an overwhelming opposing force against Titan Shang Tsung, including a plan for Lord Lui Kang to reclaim his Titan powers again. You just hope he’ll be able to do so in time.

Meanwhile, your Titan self conspires with Titan Shang Tsung while overwatching the construction of the Portals Nexus point. Titan Y/N instructs Shao to defend the portals at all costs, as Titan Shang Tsung commands Geras to find Lui Kang. Although Titan Shang Tsung expresses frustration toward Lui Kang’s development, Titan Y/N assures her husband that they will succeed, and when they do, watching Lui Kang suffer will be all the sweeter to savor.

”You always know how to brighten my mood, my love.”

Meanwhile, you were observing the Dragon Army with the rest of Earthrealm’s champions, regrouping with them to talk strategy in Lord Lui Kang’s absence. Kuai Liang tasks you as the field medic and air support.

You’re not ashamed to say that when both Shang Tsung and Quan-chin opened their mouths again, you were seconds away from biting them both. Again, Jerrod had to hold your shoulder to silently tell you to drop it for now.

With everyone’s role assigned, you take to the skies. Immediately, some stone soldiers spotted you and started hurling boulders towards you. You were barely able to dodge the barrage of the first one, and even then, you got scrapped and bruised. So not only did you have enemies on the ground to assist against, but you also had them in the air, so nowhere was truly safe. Fortunately, you could stop constructing a newer portal by dismantling the scaffolding.

While you were supposed to be general air support, you often found yourself having to assist both Raiden and the Sorcerers. Such as with a Darker Rain and Smoke, turning both of them to stone after Shang Tsung and Quan-chi defeats them.

”Thank you so much, sweet Y/N.”

”Don’t tempt me to cut out your tongue and force Quan-chi to eat it.”

You finally got to take out some of your fury on a Dark Shao, which you 100% enjoyed helping to beat down. The fact his life force was connected to the portals was just a bonus. Although, he almost caught you off guard when you went to tend to Raiden to heal up his fractured ribs. Luckily, and unfortunately, Shang Tsung and Quan-chi saved the young Earthrealmer just in time. You didn’t miss Shang Tsung’s flirtatious look as he walked to confront Dark Shao. As much as you wanted to end Shao, you knew you had to heal Raiden first and even more this time considering he took a lot of hammer blows.

Fortunately, both Sorcerers succeeded and took both Dark Shao and Reiko’s souls, stranding the Dragon Army within Earthrealm. Saving your timeline. However, your relief was soon replaced with irritation when Shang Tsung reminds you and Raiden about how he and Quan-chi risked their lives to save the realms.

”I have to agree with Raiden. What you did hear was simply cleaning up your own mess.”

However, there wasn't a time to squabble amongst yourself. Not when there was still the remaining Dragon Army to defeat.

...

Back with your Titan self, you accompanied your Titan husband to Lui Kang's Hourglass. You arrived flanked by either side of your minions, some Shang Tsung crafted explicitly in a way so they may be gifted to you.

”Titans fighting Titans? Now that’s something new.”

You comment in amusement when noticing that Lui Kang has found Titan allies while giving them all an unnerving smile. A shiver of anticipation goes down your spine when Titan Shang Tsung reiterates the new plan he told you earlier of annihilating Lui Kang's timeline from existence.

"Shall we begin the process, my flower?"

"Let us proceed, darling."

Both of you then released your minions onto Liu Kang and his allies to keep them occupied. Shang Tsung and you walk hand in hand toward Lui Kang's Hourglass, stopping when you're both close enough to combine your magic with your Kitana and Mileena. The cracking of glass ringing out like chiming bells in your ears. Of course, Lui Kang's ever-faithful servant, Geras, attempts to save the Hourglass with his own blast of magic.

You let out a hiss before directing some of your magic to Geras, just enough to gain his attention so he looks directly at your eyes. Your gaze worked like a charm to turn Geras into stone. However, before you can celebrate, the construct shedded the stone off him like dried mud. So you bare your fangs in frustration as you try again to turn him into stone, only for him to then unpetrify himself. This cycle repeats long enough for Lui Kang and his allies to band together and use their power to overpower you and Shang Tsung's attempt at destroying the Hourglass, simultaneously repairing the relic of any previous damage. The magic overwhelmed you both to the point you and your husband were brought to your knees.

"Dearest!"

You shout as your face morphs into one of concern, with your snakes slithering in his direction and hissing in your shared distress. Shang Tsung gives you an assuring look.

"I have survived worse."

You both supported one another back on your feet to retreat into your timeline with the rest of your defeated minions. You glare at the rest of your fellow Titans, who were wise enough to not even look your way. Which only frustrates you more.

"Shang Tsung, I believe it's about time we gather some new allies of our own."

"Agreed." A/N: Remember to like, reblog, or comment! We just got one or two posts left to go!😁😁😁😁

Playlist

“Redemption” by Besomorph and Coopex

“Bloody Mary” by Lady Gaga

“Fix You” by Danny Olson

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk x reader #shang tsung #shang tsung x reader #mortal kombat 1 #Oddball writes #kitana #geras #liu kang

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lyrainworld · 23 days

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Based of OG Ace Attorney cover, here's Leorio Paradinight crossover!

It was part of the HxH Game crossover event I 've decided to take part in.

If you want to learn more about this au, please click read more

About this au, some things are changed some stayed the same but just so you know, characters are kind of based on:

^Phoenix Wright - Leorio, aspiring defense lawyer, he wants to protect those whom people are averting their eyes from. He more or less willingly gets mentored by the stupidly smart brat Killlua who seems to know any law term and norm. They banter a lot but actually become decent friends.

^Maya Fey - Gon, a spiritualist of a world-renowed family Freecss with traditions. The rumors say they can contact the true spirit and connect with the netherworld. Has been saved by Leorio and Killua both, joins hands with them afterwards

^Edgewotrth - Kurapika, got mentored by the Zoldycks on how to become top prosecutor. He's utmost driven to not let any true criminal go unpunished. Gathers renown until the day he'll be able to catch Phantom Troupe and bring justice to the fallen, has a companionship with Killua bordering on sibiling bond

^Mia Fey and Franziska mix up - Killua, he has a pivotal role in leading Leorio's carier and actually becomes his mentor after triyng to cut off his ties to his inheritance as the Zoldyck heir, a true tycoon of the prosecution world. During trials if he decides to participate he takes on a role of a consultant.

As you can see, though Leorio is the titular attorney, Killua is the glue connecting everyone in here. But that just leaves all the more unresolved conflict because he hides the truth of his heritage. He found Leorio by chance and he got impressed by him after a second third take with the attitude he has, how it's not about money but bringing the truth to the table, pretty much opposite of the Zoldycks. I'm not good at writing but I'll try to say few things about their cases? It's more or less basing of "The Trilogy"but with the spin of HxH characters being themselves, it sure would reflect in the plot,

-A case about mysterious animal being spotted, the legendary Chimera Ant! Gon is a huge deal on this case because his spiritualist power call back to the wilderness and all the instinct one gets from it.A lot of logic/belief topic going on here and killugon spotlight

-A case of murder on the "Hunter X" movie plan, it's related to Gon because he was there to meet the main hero, Kite, his godfather. He gets roped into the investigation and is considered suspect for some time before

-Another case in which Gon is the main suspect. Since he's from family of spiritualists, vibing with the nature and otherworld. So when there's a case against him Killua is determined to find his innocence. Even if it means going against Kurapika. That's also the case that showcased Leorio and Kurapika's banter and whatnot so major old marriage leopika vibe

-There's a huge final case in which member of the PT's is murdered and who would have guessed, Kurapika is found bloodied on the crime scene. This is a very turnaround case because the one responsible for prosecuting it, is no one else but Killua after he disappeared (made a tactical retreat) from Leorio's side. Perhaps family pressure? Illumi blackmailing him? Being ashamed of 'tricking' Gon and Leorio and leaving Kurapika to deal with everything alone? All of the above, because now he stands against everyone he grew to be fond of. Eventually, the true killer gets found giving a chance to mend strained bonds, by joining hands in catching the real culprit all along that was hiding among the witnesses. The fake group member [wink] -Ps, Netero's just playing along for the trial's sake even if he's got the truth like way earlier, he's not naive, but likes seeing 'entertaining trial' as long as it's goes the right way eventually

-Leopika & killugon featured, all aged up, imagine lots and lots of banter and sexual tension in the court

That's it, thank you for reading my thoughts <3

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mis4dv3nture · 4 months

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𝓛𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓰𝓸

Pairing: Mountain x Phantom

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2.0k

Tags: mentions of going into heat, first time, spit used as lube, anal fingering, anal sex, dirty talking, praise kink, aftercare (?)

A/N: hi moots here it is I hope u like it :)

Cover image credit: me :)

The pain was tearing him apart from the insides. His lower abdomen felt like it was burning, it was unbearable.

Phantom got out from his bed, dragging himself for the halls of the ministry, looking for help.

What if it was…? No, it couldn't be. It was too early.

Another sharp pain hit him, the poor ghoul was about to cry.

Aurora. He needed to find her, she was his best friend, the only one he was able to talk to.

But where the hell was she?

Phantom kept hobbling around the ministry looking for the ghoulette, when he stumbled across a big ghoul.

<<Hello Bug!>> Mountain greeted him with a sweet smile. His face got immediately concerned after seeing the little ghoul in visible pain.

<<Where's Aurora? I need to talk to her…>> Phantom asked, holding back the tears.

<<She's out with the other ghoulettes… you know… “girls night”…>>

The earth ghoul started getting more and more worried.

Another sharp pain, Phantom almost fell, muttering an unhearable “Fuck”, luckily Mountain held him.

<<Phantom! Oh, Lucifer you're burning! Are you okay?>>

<<It's just… this fucking pain…>> The little ghoul answered massaging his lower abdomen <<I don't know what it is, it hurts so much, I just want it to stop…>>

The earth ghoul slowly lifted him, helping him to get back on his legs, looking at him with a thoughtful expression.

<<And I just feel so… uhm, nevermind, I'm gonna be fine>> Phantom tried to escape, too embarrassed to explain to Mountain what was going on, he just needed to get back to his room.

Maybe it actually was that…

<<Wait!>> The bigger ghoul looked really concerned <<What's going on? Talk to me, Ant, you're worring me!>>

Another sharp pain, a tear rolled down Phantom's cheek.

<<Don't worry, Mount, I'll be alright…>>

He blushed, Mountain looked like he was beginning to understand something.

<<Phant… what were you about to say? You feel so…?>>

The quint ghoul lowered his head, ashamed, he surrendered.

<<Needy…>>

Mountain gave him a tender look, he understood everything.

<<…horny>> Phantom added, covering his face with his hands. The embarrassment almost made him forget about the burning pain in his entire body.

The bigger ghoul gently pushed away his hands from his face, slowly caressing his cheeks.

<<Oh, Bug…>> his voice was warm, the look on his face sweeter than honey <<…looks like your heat just started earlier than we expected>>

Well, it actually was that.

Phantom felt like crying, “I think so” he muttered, too ashamed to say anything else.

<<There's nothing to be ashamed of>> Mountain reassured him.

His hands slowly started sliding down the quint ghoul’s body.

<<I can help you with that…>> he said, his tone got even warmer <<…but only if you really want to>>

Phantom nodded, desperate, the bigger ghoul's hands gently caressing his hips were driving him insane, the burning need in his lower abdomen making him forget about all of his shame.

Mountain’s room smelled like fresh grass, coffee with cinnamon and late fall evening.

Phantom would have loved to drown in that scent, his back pressed against the wall, the bigger ghoul kissing him. The sweet taste of those lips was already a relief from the pain, but still wasn't enough.

The earth ghoul suddenly pulled away from the kiss, his hands moved lower from the little ghoul's waist, finding him painfully hard in his pants.

<<Oh, you really weren't lying when you told me you're feeling needy>>

Phantom blushed again, looking away from Mountain, he closed his eyes, still too embarrassed.

<<Bug? Something’s wrong?>> Mountain got a bit worried, the quint ghoul looked uncomfortable.

<<It's just that… I feel so ashamed, I've never ever done anything like this before, I…>>

The earth ghoul interrupted him with another kiss, he kept massaging the little ghoul through his pants while slowly caressing his lips with his tongue. A soft, desperate whimper slipped out from the quint ghoul, Mountain seemed to enjoy it.

<<You don't need to be ashamed about this>> The bigger ghoul tried to reassure him.

<<You've… never even touched yourself?>>

The little ghoul shook his head, even more embarrassed.

<<Oh, you're so innocent, Bug. I promise, I’ll make it feel good>>

He didn't stop touching him.

<<It's completely normal to feel like this. But it won't get better if you don't let it go>>

His voice was deep, warm, teasing. Phantom thought he couldn't get harder than this, he was clearly wrong.

<<Enjoy yourself, Bug, enjoy using me, I'll do whatever you want>>

The quint ghoul took a deep breath, he finally opened his eyes to stare at Mountain's body, needy, ravenous, painfully horny.

<<Come on Phantom, let yourself go>>

The little ghoul grabbed him by the shoulders, flipping their roles and pinning him against the wall, he kissed him again, devouring his mouth like a starved man, getting him moaning against his lips.

<<I want, mh, I want to take you>>

The earth ghoul smiled.

<<I wanna know if the rumors about you are true>>

<<What rumors?>> The earth ghoul asked, pretending he didn't know.

<<Oh, you already know you big bastard>>

Phantom frenetically unzipped the earth ghoul's jeans, freeing him from his boxers. Turned out the rumors where more than true.

He looked surprised, Mountain chuckled.

<<Guess you'll need to get prepared for it, huh?>>

<<That's what you're gonna do for me then>> The quint ghoul spat out <<You said you were gonna make it feel good, then do it, make me feel good>>

The little ghoul smirked, while grinding against the bigger’s thigh searching for some friction, all of his shyness magically fading away.

He didn’t even notice Mountain staring at him in total admiration while undressing him, the earth ghoul just rapidly threw his own clothes on the floor before devouring Phantom with his eyes, then gently pushing him towards the bed.

The little ghoul shivered at the feeling of the fresh sheets, Mountain got on top of him, kissing him again, caressing his body, muttering praises against his lips.

Phantom held him by his waist, still rubbing himself against the bigger ghoul's thigh, quietly moaning against those soft lips, taking and enjoying all the praises that slipped out from them.

<<Do it. Get me ready. I want you, I need you Mount, please…>>

The earth ghoul answered with a warm smile, he pulled away from that position, setting himself between Phantom's legs. He sucked two of his fingers, coating them in his own saliva, before starting teasing the little ghoul's entrance. A sweet moan slipped out from him, the cold of the earth ghoul's spit felt insanely good against the warmth of his skin. Mountain slowly slided a finger inside of him, the quint ghoul whined. It stung, it was painful, a tear almost slipped from his eye.

<<Such a good boy>> Mountain praised him, slowly caressing the soft skin of his inner thigh with his free hand.

<<You're doing so well, doing so well for me>>

He reached for the little ghoul's aching erection, giving him a few strokes paying attention to the look on his face: when he started looking more relaxed like the pain was beginning to fade away, he slowly started curling his finger inside of him.

Phantom had never felt anything like this before. Always too ashamed to even touch himself, he got used to always ignore that feeling, often going to sleep with a still raging erection, humping a pillow in search of some relief.

Mountain slipped in another finger, this time the stinging sensation almost immediately went away.

<<So wet…>>

The earth ghoul started slowly scissoring his fingers.

<<Even more wet than a water ghoul… you sure you've never done anything like this before?>>

Phantom couldn't really understand him. The earth ghoul's fingers moving deep inside of him, those lazy strokes on his length, he couldn't help but take it and moan, finally starting to let himself go under the bigger ghoul's skilled touch.

He barely gave him the time to slide a third finger inside of him.

<<Wanna ride you>> Phantom looked at him, desperate, needy, he talked to him with a shaking high-pitched voice.

<<Oh, Bug… Are you sure about it? Thats… that’s a lot to take, and this is your first time, why don't you just let me- >>

<<Please, Mount, I'm ready, let me do it>>

<<Alright>> Mountain gently slipped his fingers out from the little ghoul, who sighed at the sudden loss.

<<But I want you to promise me that you'll stop whenever it hurts>>

<<Don't worry Mount, I'll tell you>> Phantom promised, just before giving the bigger ghoul another sweet, wet kiss.

Mountain laid on his back, he slowly guided the little ghoul by his hips on top of him.

Phantom took a deep breath before starting to sink on the bigger ghoul's length.

It really was a lot.

He suffocated a small cry, he went down another few inches.

<<Look at me, Bug>> Mountain talked to him with the sweetest voice ever, his hands still firm on his hips.

<<Take your time, you're doing so good>>

Another deep breath, Phantom relaxed while Mountain reached him with an hand to give him a few more strokes. He almost sank down his entire erection, the earth ghoul moaned louder than he expected at that sudden feeling.

<<So good, huh, you feel so good around me- oooh…>>

The quint ghoul completly took his lenght inside of him, heavily breathing with his eyes closed, biting his lips, he whined, so full of the earth ghoul.

After a few seconds he slowly started moving, one Mountain's hand guiding his moves, the other one jerking him a bit faster.

<<Fuck, you- oooh you feel so tight…>>

Phantom wasn't really able to answer, he just kept moving on the bigger ghoul, loud rambling moans slipping out from him. His head started spinning, he rolled back his eyes, as he felt Mountain hitting a sweet spot deep inside of him.

<<Oh, good boy, aaah, such a good boy, taking me so well>>

The quint ghoul felt a hot sensation building in his lower stomach.

<<Look at yourself, Bug- mmmh>>

Mountain kept praising him, giving him more and more pleasure.

<<Bug, you're so perfect for me, it's just your first time and you're already taking me like you were made for my cock…>>

The grip of Phantom's hand's on the earth ghoul's waist got tighter.

<<Mount, huh…>>

<<Yes, Bug?>>

<<Uhm, I think I'm close…>>

<<Pretty close too- aaah Bug…>>

Mountain started following the little ghoul's movements with his hips.

<<So fucking close, oooh do it Bug, let yourself go, make a mess for me>>

Another hit on that perfect spot, Phantom started seeing stars.

<<Mount- oooh, Mount…>>

<<Cum for me, Bug>>

And the little ghoul came, shouting Mountain's name, while the earth ghoul shot warm sweet pleasure inside of him, muttering “I love you”s, whimpering the little ghoul's name.

Phantom laid on Mountain's chest, smiling, still drunk of his recent orgasm.

<<You did so good, Bug>>

The earth ghoul kindly caressed his hair.

<<How's your heat going now? Still feeling that pain?>>

<<Oh, I feel so much better now>>

The little ghoul looked happier then ever.

<<Thanks Mount>>

The bigger ghoul sticked a little kiss on his forehead, before trying to get up from the bed.

<<Let me go get a towel, so I can properly clean y- >>

Phantom immediately pinned him down, spreading his legs apart, gently teasing his entrance with the tip of his finger.

<<Where do you think you're going?>>

He grinned, Mountain blushed.

<<My turn now>>

He spat on his finger, slowly sticking it inside the earth ghoul's hole, making him moan at that sudden feeling.

<<I'm not done with you yet.>>

#ghost #the band ghost #phantom ghoul #mountain ghoul

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sgiandubh · 2 months

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Anon rebelde.

Me voy a meter en un jardín pero creo que la mala hierba de cierto blog dedicado a un sujeto que quiere, necesita y ansía ser anónimo así que no se que misión tiene en si ese blog, está alcanzando tamaño como para darle un repaso y dejarla en su tamaño de ego preciso. Las nuevas/viejas fotos de GETTY han sido una novedad para el fandom, fotos recogidas en distintas plataformas y publicadas en ellas a razón del sesgo de cada cuenta, y si, esas fotos no aparecian en los antiguos post del portal a la que alude como si fuera la biblia de GETTY así que no me sirve esa triste excusa de actualizaciones de fotos, son fotos nunca antes publicadas como la UNICA que ella publicó porque esa si que se ajustaba, con calzador eso si, a su narrativa. Entonces una si y otras no ? Señora de las iniciales en mayúsculas, como las rubias de Sam, sea mas coherente con sus excusas de mal pagador que no hay ser más patético que el que no sabe retroceder o por lo menos guardar silencio ante un muro de realidad porque si no corre el riesgo de que, hasta su media docena de notas, se avergüencen de su idiotez.

Dear (returning) Anon Rebelde,

Disculpe esta publicación tan retrasada (48 horas) de su excelente envío. Como bien sabes, estos dos últimos días fueron bastante intensos. No voy a añadir más comentarios sobre lo que tan elocuentemente escribiste. No fue fácil de traducir, pero me faltaba ese argot madrileño (Alguien y yo preferimos hablar en francés, solo porque somos 2 pijos muy, muy #tontos). Y por mucho que me gustaría dejar de lado este maldito tema, también soy de la opinión de que se debería animar a la gente a expresarse. Así que aquí va la traducción, para que la disfruten todas nuestras amigas./Please excuse this very much delayed posting (48 hours) of your excellent submission. As you well know, these last two days were pretty intense. I am not going to add any more comments to what you so eloquently wrote. It was not easy to translate, but I was missing that Madrid slang (Someone and I prefer to talk in French, just because we are 2 #silly pijos). And much as I would like to put this damn topic to rest, I am also of the opinion that people should be encouraged to express themselves. So here goes the translation, for all our friends to enjoy:

'I will probably overanalyze again, but I think the weeds of a certain blog, dedicated to somebody who wants, needs and craves anonymity (and I do fail to see what could be the main objective of such a blog), have reached that size when they need to be cleaned up and that ego trimmed to reasonable proportions. The new/old GETTY photos have been a novelty for the fandom. They have spread on other platforms, too, where people shared them based on the agenda of each account. And yes, those photos did not appear in the old posts of that webpage to which she alludes as if it were the GETTY Bible, so that sad excuse of photo updates doesn't work for me. These are never before seen photos, and so is the ONLY one that she published, just because she did manage to shoehorn it into her own narrative.

So that photo is ok, but not the other ones? Hey, Block Letters Lady (just like Sam's blondes), you should really bring more than lame excuses to the table, because there's nothing more pathetic than someone who doesn't know how to push back or at least remain silent, when confronted with reality. If you don't, you risk to make even that half dozen likes you get for your posts feel ashamed, because of your stupidity.'

Bangkok Traffic Scene. Taken by me, April 2009.

#anon #fandom #shitshow

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