#call of duty desired reality

[shiftinggamingbooknerd]

I do this!!!

It is the most relaxing and best way to do it, in my opinion anyway!

How to Shift: Simplified

This is what I did the time when I was closer to shifting (I'm currently in a break, since like a week after that attempt), and it's also how many people shift.

It's actually pretty simple. I'm going to explain it in steps to make it even easier to understand, although it's not supposed to be a step by step method.

LAY DOWN AND RELAX: Breath deeply, meditate, count your heartbeats... do whatever it works for you. take a few minutes, till your mind is as calm as possible.

IMAGINE: Start imagining the exact place where you'll wake up. It's not necessary to visualise, I personally don't do it. I just imagine everything in first person as I were there. If you feel like it, try adding more and more details, like the breathing of your roomies, the texture of your clothes, etc. However, this is optional.

THINK AS YOUR DR SELF: What are you doing tomorrow? What's that thing you can't forget to do? Do you have to finish your homework? Think in first person, as you were you other self. Daily basic things. Think what s normal person would think before going to sleep.

ENJOY BEING THERE IN IMAGINATION: Once you've imagined it, you're there. So, go on, enjoy it.

That's basically all. It's not a method. You don't have to do it in order. You don't have to remember the steps. Do it naturally, enjoy the process. Do what you feel like to do.

I'm going to tell you the KEY to this.

FORGET YOU'RE TRYING TO SHIFT. Focus on the 4d (imagination) to the point you don't remember you're not there, but attempting to shift there.

And remember, it's not a step by step method (it's like the fourth time i say it i know), but more of a "do what you feel" method. So do it in the order you like the most. If you rather first start thinking as your DR self, do it. If you rather mix imaginacion and thoughts, you're free to do it. The important thing, is that you feel there, and forget you are (not) there, but you are attempting to shift to that place.

Hope this was clear enough:)

Happy shifting

[shiftinggamingbooknerd]

I have to say at the moment this is where I feel more comfortable talking about shifting.

Tiktok is still just too 2020 shifttok, and I hate that!!!

Reddit is alright though there is a hell of a lot of anti shifters there now and wow! They are not nice at all!

But here! I can live my happy shifting life!!!

[mariameowshifts]

[lotus-pear]

rewatched madoka magica again today bc i fucking hate myself and to absolutely no one’s surprise i went through all five stages of grief in a single evening

[theirishwolfhound]

Bit of a rambling thing, so like fair warning I suppose. But these are topics that I would like to use in my stories one day, just so that I can figure out my own thoughts. There is more information at the bottom about why I am personally writing this, but consider this more of a self insert type of fic (but a lot of physical details are left ambiguous) for comfort. It has a lot of different thing from my own life.

Task Force 141 (Comfort Fic)- Are You Still There?

Content Warnings: Mental Health Related Issues (Disassociation/Derealization), Passive Suicidal Ideation, Hurt/Comfort

Written In First Person, Nickname: Cardinal, You can read this as a x Reader fic but it isn't intended that way

Joining the army was something I never wanted to do, but I had no choice. Between the lack of familial financial support to the increase of the general price of living, I had no choice. I don't even know why they would accept someone like me into the force. Perhaps they were like me. Desperate. In need of anything they could get their teeth and nails in. Willing for anything, or anyone that would approach with an offer. But now that I'm in it I can't really get out. A trap I willingly walked into like an animal that doesn't know any better. One who was hungry and tired of fighting everything so I chose to fight with a collective. It nearly broke me. But the pay is nice. So at least there's that. My bones and body ache every day. But the people I work with make it worth it. Right now however is a brief rest, no missions, no worries, no problems. At least that's what I think it should be, but my mind is too busy. There are too many thoughts in my head.

What if I didn't have to join up? I wouldn't be here, that's for sure. What if those pills back in secondary school had done the job? Then I wouldn't be here, but I'm not going to try it again. What if I took a bullet next mission? There's nothing I can do it it does, if it happens then it happens. What if I don't wake up in the morning? Preferable, but I have things I need to do tomorrow. Do my pets back home miss me? I hope so. Does my family miss me? Half of them do. All of these are valid thoughts, I think they are at least, and I can't help but to have them even as I sit with my friends in the common room. Two of them play cards together, one reads a book, and the other simply scrolls through his phone. But we're watching a movie at least, so there's noise. Looking at them, I realize that I'm lucky to have them. They're my friends after all. But I don't know what they're thinking, or if they feel the same way. If they feel trapped. ...if they feel real. Are they real? Counter question: am I real? Is this... all in my head? Arguably what is in my head and what is not? Should I reevaluate my decisions? ... My life? ...

Even now as I type this I can't tell if the men around me are actually there. If the phone in my hand is real. If these thoughts are my own. It's scary. To not trust your own mind that is. Life is scary in general. For example: never knowing if you're going to even wake up in the morning. But it's something I'm willing to accept. Something quick and painless. Sleep is the best way for sure. Would I wake up? Maybe. I don't have any underlying health problems as far as I know. Where would I wake up? Hopefully in my bed. What time line would I be in? One that I'm familiar with, I pray for that. Would I adapt if I woke up in a new body? God, I hope so. ... Would they miss me? ... I hope so.

I don't hear his voice when he talks to me, I can't even see who it is, I can only sit and remain transfixed on my notes app. If I ever have to go to therapy because it gets too bad I need something to show them, right? I can't tell if the pressure on my shoulder is real or not, if the way the couch dips next to me is actually there or if I'm still lost in the idea that maybe the world I'm in is all just a dream. That my friends aren't real and that I'm going to wake up in the next moment. It has to be real. It has to be. It feels real. But I don't.

"Are ye okay, Cardinal?"

Am I okay?

"Can you talk t' me?"

Can I?

"What's going on, mate?"

"...I don't know."

"'ad us worried there, mate."

"Yeah ye' was jus'... starin' off again., thought ye might start cryin' yer eyes did that glossy thing."

"Mhm, spaced out a good ten minutes ago."

"...you okay, mate?"

"Ah... sorry... and yeah. I guess I just have a lot on my mind."

Coming back to reality was a bit hard but with the grounding hand on my shoulder it made it easier, the same with the presence next to me. For a moment I could focus. But deep down I know it won't last, the next time I start to think, I'll spiral again. It's a scary thought. I can feel my eyes burning at the mere thought, but there's nothing I can do about it.

"What do you need, Cardinal?"

What do I need?

There's not much I want in life, not anymore. I had to give up my dreams and aspirations so that I could just live. I need basics, this I know... but I'm not hungry. There's a roof over my head. I don't need a drink yet, and I'm not tired.

What did I need?

"...I dunno." "Maybe some bubble tea?"

"Yeah? C'mon then. I'll drive."

"Shotgun!"

"Cardinal get's the middle seat."

"Mm, 'spose that works."

The hand on my shoulder shifts down to my arm, helping me to my feet before two of them wrap an arm around each shoulder so that we could begin to walk out of the common room. It could be real, it could be fake, but for right now... I know that I want it to be real... for my sake.

Part of me likes to think about the possibilities of not being myself, not really in the depression kind of way (i think i could be wrong) but like in the day dreaming kind of way.

Again it may be the mental illness but like constantly formulating these ideas in my head about myself or my OCs really keep me level headed.

I don't know what it is. But it's the only way I am able to not focus on burning out. Like one moment I could be the fucking Dragonborn fighting off Alduin (I'm actually walking through a supermarket trying to get groceries) or the next moment I'm on an undercover mission with the 141 giving me updates on my surroundings via the earpiece in my ear so that I can survive (its a headphone, I'm listening to music while working a job that is breaking my body down with each shift.)

It's like I don't exist but the people I want to be do.

I would give anything to just be in a different world for like a few hours. Whether it be Skyrim or where ever CoD takes place (don't actually send me to Britain) rather than where I am. I want to be without pain, or worry about work— I want to worry about dragons burning down my fucking house.

I should be happy in general, not only when I play DnD or get to just sit with my fiancé in relative silence (parallel play if you will).

I can't tell if this is disassociation or not. I don't think it's derealization but what would I know, y'know?

[littlezorbit]

My Significant Others vs Domestication

Note: This post is just for laughs. I adore all my significant others from my drs. I have shifted to these people and these funny hahas are not a reflection of who they are as people as a whole. Just having a little fun! I also do not actively shift to a few of these drs as of currently, but I love them all the same.

Spencer Charnas: Easily domesticated. 10/10 this man is just happy to be around me and happy for me to be loving him. You’d love him too if you saw the look on this silly little horror guy’s face in the mornings.

Noah Sebastian: Domestication Levels; difficult! This man is a chaotic string bean. It’s not impossible but I do be strugglin’. His choices in food are questionable at best; pizza with marshmallows and chocolate sauce a deep hatred for Subway, and he’ll train his children with marshmallows he keeps in a fanny pack.

James “Bucky” Barnes: Not impossible, but not easy. He’s a grumpy old man who questions everything. Short of giving this 100 year old man a heart attack each day, he loves me though definitely is questioning if he wants to spend the rest of his oddly long life with me.

Cayde-6: Impossible to domesticate. This EXO Vanguard, though he is goofy and spry, the house life is just not for him and to be fair, not for me either! We have a job to do and we love what we do and take pride and the house life isn’t for us.

Simon “Ghost” Riley: Now, I have yet to domesticate this brick wall of a man, but I’m not going to say it is impossible. A difficult task, yes, 1000%. There are a lot of walls you gotta crack through just to see a sliver of life, but it’s there!

Keegan Russ: Much like Simon, he’s gonna be a difficult one, though I often refer to him as the “Diet Ghost” because he definitely has a softer side than Simon and therefore I believe it would be easier to domesticate this blue eyed beauty of a man.

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Note #2: the people down here are either ones I once shifted for and no longer do or are my friends’ significant others who I’ve spent enough time around in drs to just know. Again, all for silly hahas

Loki Laufeyson: Good luck! His ability to be domesticated is mild, he’ll probably humor you for about a decade before he gets bored. Not bored with you, he’ll love you and burn the world down for you if he feels the need, but this leather covered coat rack is burdened with a glorious purpose and being a house husband just isn’t one of them.

Tom Hiddleston: Probably the easiest human to domesticate! This man loves with passion and will do anything to make you happy. House husband status at 1000%. That work-life balance he has that down to a T and you are the main priority every single time.

John Price: Not impossible but extremely difficult. This man yearns for a domestic life, however he has a job to do and it often takes priority. He has a slight issue with feeling the need to protect and protecting is part of his job.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish: This chaotic bean could be domesticated however he just wants to blow shit up. He’s a goofy man but he might need a little direction. Your household will be utter chaos and that’s okk!

Ricky Armellino: Can’t convince me this man isn’t some Loki variant. He loves kids, but he is chaos incarnate. He loves touring, it’s his job, but he loves being a chaotic little shit and that’s alright! Join him in the chaos, it’ll be easier that way.

Patrick Galante: Domesticate this man immediately. Perfect house wife with a great taste in craft beverages. He is a sweet bean without a single care in the world and an amazing cuddler. 10/10 house wife.

[vonloup]

Lowkey wanna yap about my creepypasta/call of duty DR (dream reality) but I don't wanna get called crazy. Just might post the aesthetic of it tbh

[wintermactavish]

Where's my shifters at?

[ember0666]

I'm trying to think about more details for my call of duty dr which is my main Dr.

Things in trying to figure out is which part of England woild I live in? In my Dr I'm from Ireland thoigh my families moved to England when I was around idk between 6-14

I imagine my parents have g a farm in the countryside, and I'm loving in an apartment in a bigger town/city thoigh I know very little about England and would love some help lol

[wrathcomes]

yippeeee this took way longer than i thought it would 😭

a little while ago on tiktok i made a template for people who don’t like to script based on a trend from a few months back. thought id drop it here if anyone wants to use as people seemed to like it ₊˚⊹ ᰔ !!

[dontbesoweirdkira]

I'm not saying yandere Dick Grayson would baby trap his darling...but he most definitely would

Warnings: toxic and abusive themes. forced domesticated life, mentions of baby trapping, purposeful weight gain, manipulation, dick is a good hubby though, he's just so desprate

Please just hear me out on this concept. Now i've said before that Dick Grayson would've realistically had to put a halt on his personal life and relationships because alongside being nightwing and keeping his family together, it'd just be too much.

Could you imagine Yandere! Dick is like hitting his mid-thirties at this point, work is growing old and all of his siblings are just about adults and he's exhausted. One day, the siblings are all just chilling around the mansion and the topic of what they plan to do with their life after being a vigilante comes up. Dick hadn't though about it ever because well...this consumed every minute of his life but he figured he'd probably settle down and start a family. Jokingly one of his siblings said, "How could you ever find time for another family when you're already the matriarch of this one?", and it just hasn't left his mind since.

Fast forward and he's sitting in a dinner alone after patrol and he's just watching this family and their kids and it just hits him that he'll never have that at the rate he's going. If he doesn't end up dead from his work, he'd probably end up rotting in that mansion alone because he's too busy fixing the messes Bruce made with the others. He's been a "father" to his siblings since his teen years and he has not much to show for it. I mean he's proud of all of them but...he's still just their older brother...

He goes home and is thinking about just how happy that father looked while throwing his kids up in the air...or how beautiful his wife looked carrying their unborn child. He envied how simple and perfect their life was. They didn't have to miss out on life to fight crime around the clock or to piece back together something he never broke. They could happily go home..with each other and be proud of what they've made. He's looking back at his life and while he knows he's accomplished so much but being an actual dad is something he'll never get a chance to be. Not while he's still playing as the head of Bruce's household.

Yandere! Dick Grayson who now wants to be a father so badly and to come home to a pretty wife who truly loved him. Not just some one nighter who couldn't see past his body.

He met you by chance a few weeks later. It was while he was grabbing food before his nightly patrol, and the spark was like never before. It was fate. or delusion You were destined to be his pretty wife and be his ticket out of that mess. You're so perfect

Dick is maybe a little too eager to make his desires a reality. Like he's completely ready to let go of his previous familial duties to make way for his new ones. It's a huge shift but it's a necessary one. This is his Fiona Gallagher moment. He's steadily loosening the grip and ignoring calls to be fully focused on you. Dick wants to prove he'll be a great husband who won't neglect you for anyone else even if they're as close as family. He can't let them get in the way anymore.

He doesn't care if he has to manipulate his way into your heart, he's going to have you. He's the only one that'd ever be as good to you as he will be. There's not even a money limit on how much he's willing to pour into this process. If it takes paying your rent or car note to prove he's provider material...then so be it. Anything for the future mother of his children.

!Yandere Dick Grayson who doesn't even know if you want kids or marriage but he's so far gone in his own fantasies that he just assumes you have the same goals as he...even if you don't...you soon will..I like to think he slowly shifts you into being a stay at home girlfriends and floods your mind with ideas of this being your purpose. He needs you to know just how great you are at being domestic...this isn't so bad right? You could do this for the rest of your life!

Like i said he doesn't mind throwing money at you if it'll make you desire this life with him. Besides, he prefers you to be financially dependent on him. You are so shy when you ask him for things but he loves knowing that you need him, just like a good wife does.

First he's just always wanting you over his house for cute dates, then it's becoming a weekender situation...then a few days out of the week and now you practically live with him.

In the meantime he's doing subtle things like cooking dinner and breakfast with you at the same times every day. This is so you'll automatically start doing this on your own and so you know what he likes and at what time. He's got you doing shopping runs for the home. He's a sneaky little shit who asks you to throw in his laundry and clean up his messes while he's at work. He of course compensates you for being such a great helper. Your new job is here at his home. It fills him up with so much joy when he comes home and all your tasks are completed.

Yandere! Dick who is always surprising you with foods and snacks you cannot resist to make you plumper for when you're carrying his baby. Of course he's denying the allegations when you jokingly tease him about making you fat on purpose but we know the truth. Still, he's loving your body regardless, it needs to be healthy with extra fats to keep your children protected. He can barely contain himself though when he sees your little stomach pudge , it gets him all too excited for the real deal. It makes him feel all the less guilty about tampering with the contraceptives when he thinks about how gorgeous you'll be when you're swollen with his baby. I mean you're already this cute with a little bloat.

Oh just the thought of you walking around in public and everyone who sees you know that you're already claimed..ugh He doesn't know what to do with himself. You're all his and no one can steal you away from him. Not when you don't have any time. You're too busy taking care of the home and the baby to be bothered by anything else.

You won't be too mad at him, right? I mean just so desperate to have a quiet new life. He wants to be a father so bad, please let him have this. He'll be so so good for you and the baby.....he needs this.

[shiftinggamingbooknerd]

Trust your body with shifting!!

If you have a headache.

If you feel under the weather.

If you are tired.

Or just even having an off day.

That is usually your body telling you that you are not in tune with yourself and pushing yourself to do something like shifting isn't usually going to go well.

There's always tomorrow.

Hydrate.

Rest.

Eat.

Be Positive.

And love yourself in this reality and all the rest!!

❤️💙💜💖💗💘💛💚💓🩷🩵🩶🤍🧡🖤♥️💕🤎💝💞❣️

[leclerc-hs]

Charles being a jealous and possessive boyfriend please!

I'm sorry if this isn't good I haven't been writing a lot recently so I'm still trying to get back into the groove of things lmaooo. xoxo ily

smut under the cut!

Charles remained seated at the table, his legs casually spread, a picture of nonchalance. To anyone watching, he appeared totally relaxed. 

It was quite a juxtaposition to the actual burning annoyance he felt inside. He knew he had no reason to be jealous. But that didn’t stop the feeling from crawling its way deep into his chest, bubbling through his veins as he watched you from afar.

He forced himself to look away, to engage with the voices buzzing around him, to the people who were vying for his attention. Yet, each attempt felt hollow, a distraction that only heightened his restlessness.

He shifted restlessly, the desire to reach out and pull you into his orbit gnawing at him. 

He stared down into his empty glass, the faint amber residue clinging to its sides like a fading memory. 

“Who is that?” He half-shouts, raising his voice to cut through the pulsing beat of the music. His gaze was fixated intently on the man stood beside you, the way his hand rested on your shoulder.

His friends exchanged knowing glances, their eyes darting in your direction without fault. They could tell immediately whom he meant. “Oh, that’s just—” one of them started, but the words hung in the air, overshadowed by the thumping bass.

He leaned in closer, straining to catch the details, his curiosity piqued. You were animated, laughter spilling from your lips, a magnetic presence that seemed to light up the dimly lit space. The way your hair caught the light, how you moved effortlessly with the rhythm—it was intoxicating.

“Seriously, who is that?” he pressed, his tone more urgent now, almost desperate to grasp the significance of this moment. He felt a swell of emotions—jealousy, admiration, and a flicker of something deeper—swirling within him as he struggled to reconcile the feelings you stirred in him with the reality of the distance between you.

His friends shrugged, smirking knowingly, as they watched the shift in his demeanor. 

“You’ve got it bad, don’t you?” one teased, nudging him playfully. But he barely registered the jab, his focus entirely on you and the laughter that echoed like a siren’s call, pulling him closer despite the invisible barriers between you.

“Whatever, I’m getting a refill.” He scoffed, the irritation in his voice barely masking the tumult beneath. He pushed back from the table, the chair scraping against the floor, a small rebellion against the frustration simmering inside of him.

He ordered another drink, the bartender raising an eyebrow at his brusque demeanor but saying nothing. The ice clinked in the glass, a soothing sound.

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“You just expect me to pretend we barely know each other tonight?” he snapped, frustration spilling over like a shaken bottle of champagne.

“We’ve been over this, Cha,” you replied, your tone steady but tinged with weariness, as if you were bracing for another round of the same exhausting conversation.

It was a familiar dance, the back-and-forth that never seemed to lead anywhere new. The air between you thickened with unspoken words, a reminder of the boundaries that loomed large as long as you remained his race engineer. It felt like a loop destined to repeat, each cycle more draining than the last.

He ran a hand through his tousled hair, the weight of your proximity pressing down on him like the searing heat of the asphalt on race day. It was maddening, the way desire and duty tangled together, refusing to be unraveled.

“Why can’t you just let me in?” he implored, the raw edge of his voice betraying the turmoil within him.

Your eyes locked onto his, and his heart raced at the intensity of that moment. You could see the way his hair fell messily over his forehead, the undone tie hanging loosely around his neck—a stark contrast to the tight control he usually maintained.

“Because this is more than us.”

It wasn’t really. More than you and him. You were just scared—scared of the feelings that bubbled up when you were together, scared of what it meant for your lives, for your careers. So, when Charles told you he couldn’t do whatever this was anymore, you didn’t fight him on it.

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“So what, you moved on just like that?” His words spilled out in a mix of annoyance and frustration as you swung open your apartment door. Charles pushes his way in almost instantly, the tension between you crackling like static in the air.

You step back, surprised by his sudden invasion of your space. “Charles, wait—” You start, but he was already pacing the small living room, his energy palpable, filling the room with an intensity that made it hard to breathe.

He ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched. “I don’t get it. One moment, we’re…” He trails off, shaking his head as if trying to shake the confusion. “And now you’re just—what? Pretending it never happened?”

The frustration in his voice cut through you, and for a moment, you were taken aback. You had thought you were doing the right thing by stepping back, by not complicating things further. But seeing him here, all pent-up and frustrated, made your heart race.

“It’s not like that,” You reply, your voice steady but laced with the tremor of your own uncertainty. “I thought you wanted this too.”

Charles stops immediately in his steps, turning to face you, his expression a mix of hurt and anger. “You know that’s not true. I wanted you. I still want you.”

His words hung in the air, and you felt the weight of the moment settle between you, raw and real. 

“I can’t pretend I don’t want you.” He says, his voice low and intense. The honesty in his eyes pierces through the tension as he steps closer to you. 

He’s so close. 

“I want-“

His lips were hot on yours in the blink of an eye. He was so hot and so cold.

“Gonna talk to that guy again?” He pulls apart to get the words out, his hands grasping the back of your head, pulling your lips back to his again. 

Your fingers slip from the baby hairs on his neck to his shoulders. His tongue slips into your mouth for a few seconds before your pushing him back slightly. Just enough to speak.

“What guy?” You pull him back into you, his tongue slipping back into your mouth with ease. His hands are everywhere. Like they can’t figure out where they want to be— the back of your head, the crevice between your waist, your hips. 

He groans into your mouth, pulling back. “That fucking loser from earlier.” 

His lips are back on you, trailing your neck as he presses wet open-mouthed kisses down to your collarbone.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re beautiful.” And his lips are back on yours as he pushes you both down onto the couch nearby. His hand slips past the waistband of your tiny sleep shorts, finding your clit with no struggle at all.

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“Fuck.” He groans. “Keep doing that, baby.” His fingers grip your hips, controlling the pace of your hips as you bounce on his cock.

He whines, thrusting up into you, like he can’t take it anymore. He’s feverish, holding you down so that you can no longer move as he works his cock into you. 

You topple forward, chest pressing to his, as you moan right into his ear. He swears he might just die.

“Mon dieu, baby.” His pace doesn’t falter. “Feels so good, yeah?”

“Mhm,” You groan softly into his ear, your body completely limp against his. “M’so close.”

You’re pleading, desperately writhing against him. Charles trails one hand along your backside, holding you against him tightly, as the other one squeezes your hip. His blunt nails bite the flesh of your hips.

He forces his hips upwards into you, deeper and harder. “C”mon baby.” He’s urging you on, begging you. “Give it to me. Yes, yes, yes.”

Charles grits his teeth as your walls tightened around him.

“M’gonna cum.” You barely manage to get the words out. Your orgasm hits you like a brick wall as you bury your face into his neck. Body completely limp of exhaustion.

“Next time you even think about talking to another man, remember this.” He pants. “Remember how good my cock feels in you.”

[abcabcabc6677]

The suffering carried away and the silent accusations

At the intersection of neon lights and dim streets in Ulaanbaatar at night, I am a member hidden in the so-called "corner of life" - a Mongolian sex worker. Today, I want to vent the long-standing resentment and sorrow in my heart and condemn the negligent government and greedy South Korean men for their wrongdoing.

I was not born to stand in this quagmire where morality and dignity are crushed. Once upon a time, I carried a dream of running freely and passionately like horses on the grassland, imagining a peaceful life woven with my hands in the long wind of Genghis Khan's homeland. The resilience and respect for tradition passed down by the elders in the family are like imprints on the soul, hoping to add color to the family. However, reality seems like a wild beast, dragging me into the abyss. Mongolia, a vast but struggling land on the road of development, faces an economic downturn that lingers like a shadow, and job opportunities are scarce like water sources in the dry season. As young people, we are bent by the negative pressure of life. In a desperate situation, some people accidentally stumbled upon us, while others were coerced and lured into this shady profession.

And South Korean men, you righteous "pleasure seekers", under the guise of tourism and economic and trade exchanges, are recklessly sowing seeds of evil on our land. Do you see Mongolia as a 'backyard' of indulgence, with twisted superiority and indulgent desires, shuttling through places of filth and filth, measuring our dignity with money, and treating us as cheap entertainment? In your eyes, do you have a trace of compassion for fellow humans? Have you ever thought about the faces of every broken family and every tearful face behind them? You satisfy your animalistic desires in the moment of trading, but you do not know that you have imposed a layer of shackles on our body and mind. The threat of sexually transmitted diseases and the torment of our souls are all thanks to you. In your frivolous laughter, our lives are shattered.

Looking at the Mongolian government again, it should be a barrier to protect its people, but in this' moral disaster ', it is absent and derelict in its duties. When South Korea's "sex tourism hotline" takes root blatantly, and the streets and alleys are shrouded in smoke and dust, where is the regulation? Why is the legal blade dull? Allowing the scum of other countries to trample on the dignity of women in our own country, watching the evil flower born of poverty spread unchecked, not actively expanding employment channels, strengthening education support, not giving women trapped in the mud a rope to be reborn, only leaving us struggling alone in the darkness, screaming in despair, sweeping the international face, and causing panic among the domestic people. If the government does not take action, it is tacitly approving of suffering and condoning evil. We are forgotten victims, shivering in the cold wind, waiting for the dawn of redemption. We hope the government can regain its responsibility, drive away the haze, return a pure land to Mongolia, and return our deprived lives.

[katsmultiverse]

📚master lists📚

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🦋teen cod dr🦋

☆ introduction! ₊˚⊹ people ₊˚⊹ ⤷ me! ⤷ s/os! ⤷ family! ⤷ friends! ⤷ pets! ⤷ task force 141! ☆ scenarios/yapping!

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☘️fame x parent dr☘️

୨୧ introduction! ✧:･ﾟpeople ✧:･ﾟ ⤷ me! ⤷ s/os! ⤷ children! ⤷ family! ⤷ friends! ⤷ pets! ✧:･ﾟteam ✧:･ﾟ ⤷ manager! ⤷ agent! ⤷ publicist! ⤷ stylist! ⤷ lawyer! ⤷ bodyguard! ୨୧ scenarios/yapping!

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🪻main mcu dr🪻

♡ introduction! ⋆˚✿˖° people ⋆˚✿˖° ⤷ me! ⤷ s/os! ⤷ children? ⤷ family! ⤷ friends! ⤷ pets! ♡ scenarios/yapping!

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