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HAPPY 1K THOUGH LET GO AHHHHHHH IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU

But request time gurl!😘😌✊, so what about a nerd!Miguel\dom x nerdygirl!reader LIKE IMAGINE THE FLUFF AND THE SMUT THERE BOTH BE A BLUSH MESS but I feel like Miguel would take the lead and show he dom when doing it like dont blame me! 😭✊ like he still nerdy Miguel we all know the sweet boy but let make the nerd that friend s with the popular group and have a girlfriend who is nerdy!reader and which is a very shy person then Miguel is.

Pls my life depends on this request gurl and I hope your having a great day though BYE STILL SO HAPPY FOR YOU EACHING 1k following

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miguel o’hara stars in… ‘OUR FIRST TIME’ (ﾟωﾟ)

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.miguel o’hara x reader.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

SMUT

you and your nerdy boyfie, miguel, have your first time together 🩷

cw; loss of virginity, creampie!!!!!, iloveyous, it’s actually really cute, womb fucking ig, softdom!nerd!miguel, NAWT PROODREAD!!!

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@cheonstapes: thank you sm lovelie🩷🩷 apologies it took so long but this was so fun to write and i love your mind. i hope you enjoy beautiful! also tumblr keeps fucking up my italics and bolds so im gonna add them on later!

you and miguel had to have been the most stereotypical couple at the university.

who would’ve guessed the two biggest nerds on campus would’ve gotten together — especially when it was because of your shared interest in genetics. but to miguel’s friends, it was so sweet — a little cringe, but sweet. seeing that it had already been a year since you two started dating, the two of you not being able to hold a conversation without stuttering and blushed profusely was quite concerning.

every time you looked him in the eyes, your heart would suddenly beat a million times faster — face flushing, hands trembling as you try to come off as calm as possible. it was so embarrassing, you could cry just thinking about it. he had such pretty eyes hidden behind those thin frames, didn’t make it better that he would stare into your soul every time you talked.

but miguel wasn’t any better — in fact, he was worse. his whole friendship group being the talk of the college helped miguel to open up more, the persistent attention meaning he had to adapt to being surrounded by people. the incessant staring? that’s him trying to make himself less nervous by making you more nervous so you would stop looking at him so he could admire you without you realising — long, i know. but he loved how sweet you were, the way you were so deeply in love with him — just like he was with you.

walking out of your biology lecture, he speeds up walking to catch you on the othwr side of the room — gently slipping his hands into yours. you tense, looking up at his handsome face before relaxing — “ah, m-miggy!” he smiles so softly, wrapping his beefy arm around your waist. “hey, pretty — you finished for today?” his fingers squeeze the fat of your hips, pulling you into his chest as he leans against a nearby wall.

he always knew how to make you so fucking nervous, staring down at you like you were the centre of his world — which you in fact were. “yeah! i was just gonna go back to my dorm and study. would…well, it’s ok if you’re busy — but do you, maybe, wanna…” god, why is it so hard to ask your boyfriend to hangout! he knew what you wanted to ask, he just wanted to hear you say it. “do i wanna what, hm? i mean — i don’t have any plans later either, i was thinking of going to pete-“

“no!” a brief flicker of slight panic takes over your face, you refuse to be that much of a mess to the point where you can even ask your own boyfriend out. “i mean, would you like to come my dorm tonight? t-to study, obviously.” amazing job, girlfriend, amazing job. once again, he wore that stupidly handsome smirk — fingers kneading the soft flesh of your waist. “study? of course, babe — why didn’t you just ask?” prick.

miguel always said he found it easier to study when you were right next to him — as in, resting in between his legs as your head lay on his chest. “did you get the answer to number 8? i think i missed that lesson…” you tilt your head, looking up at him. you looked so cute with your little glasses as you studied, a small pout on your lips as you tap on his leg for him to help you out.

he was thinking a lot of things right now, and none of them were the answer for number 8. before he met you, miguel was always deep in his studies — head buried in a textbook every night. but now you’re his, he can’t think about anything else. the outline of your chest against your tight shirt, pert nipples straining against the fabric since you insist you feel better without a bra — he wasn’t a perv, but damn if you were making him feel like one.

“u-uh…i think — uhhhh…” he was really fucked. your cute little giggle and the way you shimmied around to sit on your knees, hands clutching his cheeks. “migs, you’re burning up! you ok?” he was no ok, not by a long shot. despite having so much attention on him simply because of the people he’s friends with, miguel was still very much a virgin. yeah, he’s jerked off before — but that was only after he met you. your entrance into his life awakened a part of his brain that he thought was forever stored away — and he did not know how to deal with it.

sex was something the two of you were yet to talk about, 2 years into the relationship and it was like you were kids about to have their first kiss. there were lingering touches here and there, but oh how badly he wants to feel your sweet pussy around him. “can… i touch you?” he could barely register the words that came out of his mouth before he takes in the way your face changes completely. the heat radiating from your cheeks could melt the arctic, that was the one thing you weren’t expecting to hear. at all.

of course, you were a virgin too — all in all saving yourself for miguel for when the time comes. you just didn’t expect it to be so soon. he looked so depraved already, panting softly — hair tousled from when he was laying down, you want him so, so bad. “u-uh, yeah — go ahead!” you didn’t mean to sound so enthusiastic, but miguel didn’t care — a hand immediately trailing up your plush thighs, toying with the edge of your panties under your skirt. “you’re…you’re so pretty.” he could feel his hands shaking, heart pounding in his chest — the warmth of your skin and the small moans leaving your lips were fucking with his head.

the tender skin was so sensitive, causing your thighs to tremble under his touch. he didn’t expect you to be so sensitive. fuck, did he want to tease you for it, but he couldn’t talk — not when he was already about to bust when you haven’t even touched him yet. “mmm — m-miggy.. please..touch me.” you could tell he wanted to, he just didn’t know where to start. his fingers ran up your inner thigh, teasingly running over the small wet patch on your cute panties.

he felt like a newborn learning how to walk again, the rugged rhythm in which he was working your little clit showed how inexperienced he is — but you didn’t care, especially not when you yourself couldn’t even notice his lack of technique. he fully pulled your panties down your legs, throwing them to the side — there was a sharp in take of breath from him as he stared at your bare cunt, his bulge pressing harder aganst the mattress.

“g-god, baby, can… can i taste you, please?” miguel couldn’t believe how desperate he sounded, he had dreamed about eating your pretty, little pussy out for ever now, the thought of you denying him that now would break him. “y-yeah, fuck. please, miggy.” his tongue immediately latched onto your clit, swirling and sucking it into his mouth as his fingers probed your tight hole.

he knew you would need some extra prep to be prepared for taking him, so he made sure to make you feel as good as possible — he wasn’t about to let your first time be your worst. the fat of your thighs were tight around his head, holding him in place as he steadily fucked you with his tongue. for someone who was a virgin only 20 minutes ago, he sure knew how to work that tongue — your breathy moans breaking through the sloppy squelching noises of your wetness.

“migs…i — mmph!” the sensation was unknown but not unwelcome. a firm pressure in your tummy that felt like a dam about to burst all over your boyfriend’s face. miguel’s watched enough porn to know what that sound meant, reluctantly sitting up from his position between your legs to peer down at you — drooling cock bobbing between his thighs. he licked your arousal from his lips, shakily grabbing onto your legs to push them over his shoulders.

“baby, ‘m not letting you cum until you’ve had my cock in you — ‘s not how it works.” he felt like he was going insane, the sight of your pussy, so tantalisingly close to his length — the chubby tip poking against your entrance. you could only nod, you couldn’t argue with that — not when you’ve been waiting for this moment. upon getting your approval, he wrapped a beefy hand around his cock — smearing his pre-cum along your puffy folds.

he was so slow when he pushed into you, the sheer girth of him stretching your poor pussy thin. “fuckin’ hell, baby— s-so, so tight.” his strong hips pounded against your pelvis, your skin tinging a faint shade of red. your body was jostled against the headboard with every thrust, a thick rim of cream forming at his base. miguel was lost in the feeling of your cunt, drooling mindlessly against your neck as he rammed deep inside of you.

“m-miguel…!” the harder he fucked into you, the shakier your voice was — whiny moans and heavy grunts reverberated through your small dorm room. he couldn’t believe how good fucking you felt, your velvety walls gripping onto him like a life line. miguel was completely delirious, only letting incoherent mumbles — a bruising grip on your waist as he brings you back against his cock.

“ohhh, f-fuck…! iloveyou, so — shit, so much!” your pussy was so good, he didn’t even realised it slipped out — i love you. he really did, and in this moment — there was nothing else but the two of you, connecting so beautifully as you give yourselves to each other fully. he messily sucks on the skin just below your ear, simply grinding into your womb as his hand trails down your back — squeezing the flesh of your ass to pull you flush against him.

“i…i love you too, migs.”

you..you love him too? fuck. his hips stilled, gooey cum filling your cunt raw as he pours all of his love into you. miguel’s back heaved, his arms giving out under him as he falls on top of you — wrapping an arm around your waist as he carefully rubs your clit. his heart was soaring, smiling down at you as he fucked himself into overstimulation — determined to see you cum all over his cock.

“my pretty girl, you’re all mine — wanna see you cum. you gonna cum for me, yeah?” god, his voice was husky and deep — tickling your ear and sending tingles down your spine. your legs trembled, cunt spasming as it gushed out that clear liquid. it coated the sheets below you, splashing against his stomach — a low, gravelly moan leaving miguel as he filled you with his cum once again.

the two of you laid in silence for a beat, panting softly as he rested on your chest. one of your hands moved up to cup his face, picking up his glasses from your bedside stand — placing them on his face, albeit with wonkily but it matched that dopey grin on his face. “i swear to god, i’ve turned you into an animal, migs! you sure that was your first time?” giggling, you kissed his lips softly — nimble fingers brushing through his sweaty hair.

“guess i got a bit carried away, huh?” he sighed, softly rubbing your tummy. “‘s not my fault i’ve got the most beautiful, sexiest, most loving, caring, perfect, goddess of a girlfriend anyone could wish for.”

miguel was embarrassingly in love with you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

-smack myass like a drum

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For @bethanysnow hope you like it!!

Request fic which is the first I've gotten, (i view it different than a prompt! Prompts are suggestive, requests are more specific? I at least think so.)

Reader insert fic with plus size reader and Eddie Munson.

~snippet~

Eddie frowned, "That's fucked up that they didn't have the right size for you, whether or not they accommodated you to go get new shirts and order a new size, that shouldn't be a fucking issue to begin with."

His voice was raising in anger as he spoke, he was always down to fighting against the injustices you faced as a fat woman.

You gave him a small smile, "That's just part of the normal shit Eds, it's not as bad as the assholes in high school, but it's still not a pleasant experience."

Eddie's big brown eyes searched your face and he wanted to erase the tensions that he saw in your brow and the set of your mouth.

"Did something else happen?" He asked softly, knowing by the look on your face that something had.

You waved a hand dismissively wanting the whole experience to be added into the back of your "BS I Have To Deal With In A Bigger Body" folder.

You knew you were fat, Eddie knew you were fat, hell anyone with working eyes knew you was fat. And if for some reason if someone thought you was lacking in that information, they found a way to remind you. Sometimes you wondered if Eddie really saw you, how you looked entirely, and not just the pieces that sparked his interest. The parts of you that you tried to hide even from yourself.

"Some customers said some shit when I didn't have the part they wanted, when I went to look for it I overheard them talking to my coworker that had been at the desk, saying how they thought auto places had the hot little mudflap models working there to promote car part sales, not farm animals to promote tractor sales.

"Eddie's hands stopped massaging your feet and he looked at her, anger unfurling in his chest, "Who the fuck said that?" He asked, his voice was low and angry.

You shook your head, "Honestly Eds I don't know, all the customers bled in to one another all throughout the day."

Eddie's mouth flattened, "Who was the coworker that was joking around with this class act?" He asked.

"I think he was just more too stunned to speak than to joke around with him." you shrugged.

"Did he defend you?" Eddie asked, his hands still frozen in place.

You bit your lower lip for a second before shaking your head from side to deny his question."

Then he was complicit in the act and might as well said it himself. Motherfuckers." Eddie muttered suddenly slapping his hands on his thighs and standing up from the couch, your feet falling back to the floor.

You looked at him in surprise as he grabbed his shoes and went to shove his feet into them."

Eddie what are you doing?" you asked sitting up on the edge of the couch.

"I'm going down there to have some words with your coworkers." Eddie muttered reaching for his keys.

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This isn't the same plus size reader fic I posted before, it's a new one so if you don't wanna follow that it's totally fine! But tagging just in case!

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Eliza Winters is getting a new picture

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Anniversary

7 years ago today, my wife and I got married. It was in a court house, with crappy pictures taken by my father, I hadn’t transitioned yet, no gifts, store bought cake and only one of the people that came to the reception is still our friend. But it didn’t matter, we could have gotten married in our back yard because we had been together for 5 years, been through sickness and near death experiences, family drama and some of the best moments in our lives up to that point with the promise of more and even better ones to come.

6 years ago today, we celebrated our first wedding anniversary on Halloween night...with my foot up on a pillow because I got cellulitis two days before. All our plans were toast, we settled in and shared a kiss and some non-alcoholic wine and watched Halloween movies on TV while playing World of Warcraft. And that became our thing.

We had some ups and downs but the next two years were as good as they could be. We tried going out to dinner 4 years ago, but that just wasn’t our style, so home we stayed, with games and movies and no trick or treaters for miles :(

3 years ago, I transitioned in September and got a staph infection in October. We still went to Supernatural con for our “anniversary” even though it was the 24th, but we were together and sharing in a thing we loved. We also credit Mark Sheppard and Jared Padelecki and their tight hugs with saving me from having to go through another surgery to reopen the staph wound. (A wound vac is an amazing bit of medical science but if you heal too quickly outside, they’ve got to open you up and try again. I was squeezed in two very tight hugs and a clot or something was broken up by it, made the machine go into hyperdrive and I got it out early November) Our anniversary was spent together, at home with food and World of Warcraft and all the love in the world.

2 years ago today tragedy was just around the corner, stress and worry turned to anxiety and depression but we made our day together. No big plans, nothing serious, everything we usually do so long as we did it together.

1 year ago today we celebrated our Anniversary in line with all the others, we had volunteered at a Trunk or Treat and got to finally see so many little monsters and ghouls, it was amazingly fun. Chipotle and WoW...I think we took a few characters trick or treating in the game.

This year we had big plans! We were going to be in Las Vegas and see shows and have dinner and probably spend today going to the Buffet in the Aria, lay out by the pool and relax in the room while watching Hocus Pocus. But then...why leave home when you’re going to do the same thing on vacation that you do at home? We canceled our trip and decided to stay home. My wife bought Lord of the Dance tickets for me for our anniversary, though we won’t get to go. (Maybe) Two days ago, I got cellulitis. So today will be spent with my foot on a pillow, eating pizza because Chipotle has failed us and playing World of Warcraft. We might get to our show Friday, we might not.

This year has been amazing. We went to Hawaii, after I grew up believing I would never get to go because of my disabilities. We wandered around Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley, we shared ups and downs and highs and lows and we’ve done it all together. My wife has helped me discover who I’ve transitioned into, and he’s a pretty cool guy.

It may be boring to others, we got married on Halloween and we don’t do anything Halloween-y but whoever you are, however you celebrate it, do you and do it with love.

Happy Anniversary @fat-and-nerdygirl , I love you so very much and I can’t wait to celebrate more of our adventures and more anniversaries with you

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Thom Lanier Targaryen-Crouch - son of Barty Crouch Jr. and Sarafina Targaryen, Thom is a 5th year Slytherin with darkness behind his eyes and the ability to manipulate people with his voice. He uses a strange form of the Imperious Curse, taught to him by his mother and Bellatrix. He has a penchant for herbology and seems to enjoy potions.

Kaiden “Kay” Hightower - Kaiden wanted to be an Auror since he’d learned about them as a 1st year. While he was in school, he had a crush on Evelyn Monroe, and had tried several times to get her attention with beautiful magic like charmed paper birds and a rainbow from her tears. He used to be considered shy but after he started becoming a skilled dark wizard catcher. After taking a job at MACUSA he recently transferred back to the Ministry of Magic, taking over the protection detail for Kristy Summers while simultaneously looking for Evelyn Monroe when she is kidnapped and “bottled” by Barty in his last ditch effort to get her out of his way.

The horrible thing about everything that happens between Barty and Evelyn is that he genuinely does love her and care about her, it’s the darkness in him that pulled them apart, putting the wedge in between them more and more.

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@fat-and-nerdygirl

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!!

I know you don’t feel it right now but I always want to celebrate your birth! You are the most amazing, beautiful woman and I love every day with you.

I know it’s not how we planned but today is still all about you.

I Love you!

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William Cortland - Leiland has a cousin. William or Billy when students aren’t speaking to him, is from one of the more transplanted part of the Cortland family, the ones who realized that the watches were nothing more than fools gold and eventually the “rich” side would get found out. His grandfather took his side of the watch fortune to Montana and started a farm up there breeding horses and rearing cattle specifically for rodeos. While he technically has an inheritance in the ranch, William decided instead to go into teaching after watching his younger sister struggle with Down Syndrome and her treatment as a “special needs” student. (She is currently a dance teacher but still lives somewhat dependent on their parents) William graduated from the university of Colorado Boulder with degrees in education both normal and special, and a focuses in Sociology and government as it pertains to social studies.

Casper Barnes apparently cleans house when the school shuts down for a couple of months and turns to online classes after the abuse accusations come out about the original vice principal and he fires several of the teachers. He replaces the original Current Events/Government teacher with Mr Cortland.

William is the kind of teacher that likes to spark debates with his students, sometimes letting their discussions lead the class. He came into my head after a conversation about how cancel culture and boycotts are ableist. Other than teaching, he makes time to go back home whenever he can, and his sister has been known to FaceTime him in his office. He has a safe space sign on his office door and pictures on his desk of time he spent working the rodeo circuit with his father and grandfather.

The only reason I know he and Lei are related was because he tackled Lei to the ground .5sec after telling me his name. He also has a picture of the two of them at the family ranch, both covered in mud. His mother is laughing, Lei’s looks mortified. He does know the Lei is living in NYC now and thinks it’s funny of all the women in the world, his “ex con cousin is dating the most powerful woman in the world” but he’s proud of him.

Surprisingly soft spoken unless someone pisses him off, William has a zero tolerance rule in his class, as soon as the discussion turns abusive that’s the end of it. “The biggest part of discussing the current affairs of the world is realizing you can’t change minds when you’re shouting. You want someone to see your point of view? You need to help them, not force them.” If he needs to get students’ attention, he either makes a high pitch whistling sound like he used to get the cattle to look at him or has an alarm on his phone at makes an annoying sound. He also apparently knows American Sign Language. He suffered some damage to his right knee when he was a teenager when the young bull he was riding fell on him, and while he got it replaced a few years ago he still wears a brace at times and walks with a limp/cane.

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@fat-and-nerdygirl

Was this what you found that you saved on Showtime?

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I’ve got 11 pages of pictures of Richard on my photobucket...this was not easy.

Top 10 Richard pictures, not even including Harry or Thorin. So...

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I love how fat ‘splodey monster sleeps on his side. #monsterhunterworld #monsterhunter #monhun #dodogama #monster #mushroomplaysmonsterhunter #nerdygirl #gamergirl #ishouldbesleeping

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Eirondyr Thalasane - one of Valenduil’s friends and comrades from the forest realms. He opts to go with Val and the rest to assist in Sara securing the Door of Night. Eirondyr is an arcanist, practicing arcane magic and a magister of glamour, he will occasionally make his ears disappear so he can travel amongst the world of men.

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Still working on finding pictures but

Rip (Ripley) Walker - about 42-45 years old, quiet and built like a brick house, he hits twice as hard and seemingly has a short temper, though he doesn’t act on it as much as people would assume. I think I might be related to Michelle and Noah though I’m not entirely sure, he has said he’s got a couple of nieces and nephews he doesn’t get to see much. But anyway…

Rip was released from a Tennessee prison about a month ago for possession with intent to sell moonshine, as well as having an unregistered firearm in the vehicle. He had been working for the Twin Horns Ranch for the majority of his life (I’m gathering troubled youth program that he decided to stay with instead of going home, he was in trouble a lot as a teen) until the owner retired and his “idiot” son took over. The son had zero ranch experience and despite Rip trying to do what he could it went under. The son tried recouping some of the losses by starting to sell moonshine but ultimately threw Rip under the bus when he was caught with the sales only a few months into production. (He tells Brantley Dixon later he doesn’t even like moonshine, it’s flavored battery acid, at best)

After serving his time, he is released and lands on hard times there too, unable to get a job for his past criminal record and lack of education/job experience on anything but horses and cattle. (He has graduated high school at least, the program he was in saw to that at lease. The original ranch owner used the horses as incentives) He was staying in a hotel with what little was left of the money he had when he went in and went to one of the cafes in downtown Nashville. While standing in line he hears Chloe Danvers squeak and turn to yell at a guy who grabbed her ass, the guy tries getting handsy and as Crystal and Lorelei get involved, Rip moves on them, picking Chloe up around her waist with one arm, handing her to the other two women and slams the offender in the face, knocking him unconscious with one hit. Grateful, he gets lunch and a job offer, which he takes without even considering it.

Rip was married once, though divorced a little before he went to prison. She will say he was abusive, controlling and manipulative, he calls her infantile and a bitch. He admits he is possessive and can be controlling but he’s never hit a woman. He’ll be honest with anyone who asks, he doesn’t like other people touching what’s his. He doesn’t have any children of his own but does want them eventually. While he enjoys working for Revolver, his real passion is rearing and breaking horses.

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@fat-and-nerdygirl To my chicken, with all my love and every ounce of my being, you are everything to me. I wish it wasn’t cold outside so we could do something to celebrate your coming into this world, because without you, there’s no me. Happy Birthday Baby! Hope we can make it good one, even in the cold

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Y'Shaarj in Pandaria

@fat-and-nerdygirl Here baby, this is what I was talking about last night: Y'Shaarj (pronounced YAH-Sha-Raj) was the most powerful and wicked of the Old Gods, the eldritch horrors who threatened the world of Azeroth millennia ago. Y'Shaarj was the only one of the four Old Gods to be killed by the titans, and its heart was imprisoned in a vault beneath the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. The heart later found and restored by Garrosh Hellscream, who then transported it to Orgrimmar's Underhold. The heart was used by Garrosh to increase his power during the final battle of the Siege of Orgrimmar. As Garrosh was defeated, the heart and its power dissipated, leaving nothing left of Y'Shaarj's corrupting influence. Y'Shaarj was also known as "the seven headed one" or "the beast of seven heads", and is said to have inhaled courage and breathed fear. When it died, its last, terrible breath manifested as the seven prime sha — Anger, Hatred, Violence, Fear, Doubt, Despair and Pride. Y'Shaarj is fervently worshipped by the mantid, a race of violent, expansionistic insectoids who dwell in the lands west of the Serpent's Spine wall. I forgot about this but when you go walking with the Klaxxi leader, he actually tells you the story of his people too: Wakener, your deeds have earned you the trust of the Klaxxi. You are to be rewarded. Walk with me. We mantid are an elder race. The pandaren you associate with - they are but children. They have their role to play. Each cycle, our young swarm their walls. The pandaren slay the weak. The strong return. With each generation, we grow ever stronger. Before your history began, our empire was vast. We shared this world with our sister kingdoms, Ahn'Qiraj and Azjol-Nerub. Our Gods were many, and powerful. We mantid worshipped the seven heads of Y'shaarj[sic]. Great was the Old One, and terrible was His wrath. He consumed hope and begat despair; He inhaled courage and breathed fear. When the usurpers came - the ones you call "Titans" - Y'shaarj was destroyed. His last terrible breath has haunted this land ever since, but the shadows he left behind are mere whispers of his former glory. I tell you now, because you have earned this warning. Your gods are not our gods, outsider. If the Old Ones ever return, we mantid will once again stand by their side. The wisest among you will do the same. They basically tell you right off the bat that they don't believe in this world and only serve their masters. Glad we kill them