#kalmone

[kalmoner]

“Forever and Always” done on fellow artist @sylvia_duenas thank you for the trust! I have availability this week! Email me at Kalm3FR@yahoo.com #KalmOne #RiseFromASH #SouthPaw #CustomLettering #Fineline #BigSleepsInk

[men-worth-your-time]

Kalmon Stokes

[angel-blue18]

Coming Home

This is a Kalei x Ramon fanfiction. If you don't like the ship don't read but like, also read bc I'll convert you (jokes). Kalei and Ramon were made by the lovely @residentialrabbit who made the amazing game they're from! You should play it! There is a lot of people! AND WOMEN!! Okay back to Kalei and Ramon fucking. Kaleis anatomy is going to be referred to as AFAB, because the author is trans and afab and says so. Don't like? don't read.

Five years, five long, agonizing years. Ramon couldn't stand it, being away from his angel for that long. Not being able to hold him, touch him, kiss him. He hated it, he hated that he was bound to hell, he hated the selfish part of himself that wanted to bring Kalei to hell. Ramon wanted so badly to be selfish, to let that part of him go free once more, if only for his love. He stood in front of his mirror, fixing his hair, and adjusting his suit. He had to look good, If not for himself then for Kalei. His heart fluttered in his chest, the mere thought of seeing the archangel made him giddy. Finally finishing the final check of his outfit he left for Limbo, a small skip in his step that was never there five years ago.

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"Shit! FUCK! SERAPHIM ABOVE!!" Kalei swore, rushing to grab his papers, brush his hair, and get dressed all at once. He cursed aloud and to himself about letting himself stay up too late imagining Ramon. Very pure thoughts are what he claimed after a sweaty and messy cleanup of himself. He didn't have time to make sure he looked presentable before rushing out the door. And directly into Dominion. shifting it from side to side as he inspected him. The smaller angel felt like a maggot writing in the dirt: naked and afraid. Every happy thought, every excited breath within him vanished at Dominions touch. The Seraphim's eyes were cold and unwelcoming, as if undressing to find his every flaw.

It was another beat before Dominion let him go and stepped out of the way. "I won't let you down my Dominion" Kalei said, his voice was tight, gripping the papers as he rushed to Limbo. The feeling never left, he could still feel Dominion on him, like a curse. Once again kicking himself for being late for another cycle with just one more burden on his shoulders.

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Anxiety bubbled up in Ramon's chest, they couldn't have replaced Kalei, he did excellent in the previous cycle. Please Lucifer, let him still come, let him be here. The new souls wouldn't appear for a bit, so he would have some time with Kalei, he hoped. "I'M HERE! I'M HERE!" Kalei practically fell on his face as he got to the garden, panting. Ramon quickly moved to grab Kalei and steady him. "I'm so sorry- I thought I had more time- I didn't realize- I-" before he could continue, Ramon kissed Kalei, shutting him up. The papers in Kaleis hands were long discarded as a desperate kiss was shared between the two. Kalei's arms wrapped around his lover's neck, pulling him close. Arms wrapping around the angel's waist as the kiss grew hungry, begging for more. Ramon pulled away, nuzzling Kalei's forehead with his own. "Mi angelito hermoso" Ramon breathed Kalei in, feeling alive once again.

Then reality hit, his duty hit. Kalei felt sick, Dominion's lingering touch made it feel as if he was there, watching the two. Tears began to form in his eyes, as he looked away from Ramon. The tightness before came back, choking him as he then pulled away from Ramon. Shoving and back pedaling, he had to hide, he had to be safe. Ramon let him go, not wanting to have either Kalei or himself get hurt. "Kalei, you need to breathe." Ramon's voice was steady. Kalei curled into a ball, his hair pooling around him. Feeling Dominion's eyes on him, seeing his every flaw, he wanted to rip his skin off. He wanted to be perfect, he had to be. Hot tears spilled down over his face, shaking through him. "Kalei" Ramon's voice was broken, utterly broken. Placing a gentle hand on Kaleis back as he knelt next to him. "I need you to breathe, okay? You're going to hyperventilate if you don't." Kalei let out a shuddering breath, looking at Ramon. whose eyes now were filled with tears of his own.

"Why are you crying?" Kalei asked, reaching out gently to wipe Ramon's eyes. Ramon leaned into the touch, before holding back from kissing his palm. "I assumed it was my kissing, did I go too far- I am so sorry Kalei-" Ramon inhaled sharply, holding Kalei's hand he smiled softly. "I'm alright, I'm happy to see you and I'm sad you're upset." He holds Kalei's face gently. "Talk to me Kalei, what's going on?"

Kalei sighs, sniffling before he begins to speak. "It's nothing really, just Dominion. He just makes me feel so small. I ran into him before I came here and he touched me-" Kalei then took notice of Ramons jaw tightening. "Not like that! Just by how he is, he makes me feel like a failure. Like I'm imperfect." Kalei sighs, head resting on Ramon's shoulder. Ramon's arms wrapped around Kalei protectively, rubbing circles into his spine. Kalei softened, holding onto Ramon, "Please just...I want to feel you."

Ramon looked at the small angel in his arms, unsure of the full context Kalei wanted, he didn't want to rush into it. Hell knows he didn't have time to hit there and try to figure it out. He took Kaleis face in his hands and kissed him gently, waiting for the latter to set the pace and the message of what was desired. The kiss was gentle, soft caresses, Ramons hand tracing down the angel's soft clothes and to his thighs. Squeezing them softly causing a gasp to escape the angel's lips. Ramon pulled away slightly, smirking. "I need you to tell me what you want~ No whining about it being embarrassing." He kisses Kaleis neck gently, "please." A soft whimper escapes Kaleis lips as the demon kisses his neck, hips shifting into his hands more. "You Ramon, I want to feel you." A stroke of confidence hits as he takes the hand on his thigh and moves it to his core, face burning red. "there...if you want" He mutters softly. Ramons hand soft against the angel's clit, a small whimper escaping Kalei. Gently laying Kalei on the ground, skilled fingers rub soft circles into his clit, pulling soft moans from his lips. "You have no idea how long I have waited for you to do this~" Ramon purrs, his free hand massaging Kaleis waist. He kisses down the angel's neck, slowly sliding a finger into him causing a soft mewl to come from the angel below. Massaging the soft walls of the angel, reaching the sweet bundle of nerves causing Kalei to buck his hips into Ramons fingers, pushing them deeper. Kaleis moans and whimpers sounded like music to Ramon, watching the archangel come undone at the feeling of being fucked. Slow and gentle, the demon massaged Kalei open, slick dripping down onto the soft dirt below. "Please..." Kalei mewled, sweat beading his forehead, sticking his hair to his forehead. The Mammon pulled his fingers out of the quivering angel, licking the fluids from his fingers, savoring the taste of someone so pure only to soon be defiled by a demon of hell. The angel whimpered softly, hips squirming to be touched again, to have something fill him. Ramon unzipped his pants, palming his half hard cock, purring as he watched Kalei beg and whine. After what felt like hours for Kalei Ramon finally pulled out his dick, the Archangels face flushing a new shade of crimson. Thickest at the base and tapering slightly, 8 inches and thick as a soda can at the base was a monster of a cock, dripping precum onto the grassy bed below. The demon's dick teases his entrance, pushing gently and licking his lips like a predator watching his prey. Slowly and almost painfully for the squirming and writhing angel below Ramon pushed in, inch by inch watching Kaleis pussy swallow him greedily. Kalei keens, squeezing around the demon as he bottoms out. Ramon pauses, letting Kalei adjust to the new feeling, his lover balls deep inside of him, wanting him.

Kalei grabbed Ramon by the neck, pulling him down and kissing him, rough and hungry, a unsaid goahead for the Mammon to ravage him, fuck him until he couldnt tell what was angel and what was demon. Some small voice in the back of his mind worried what Dominion would say, what would happen if someone knew, but the louder voice, screaming and craving Ramon, won. Wanting so hard the love he is brutally denied for 5 years. Slowly, Ramon pulls out of him watching Kalei squirm and whimper.

"Keep whining like that and I won't be able to hold myself together" Ramon murmurs against Kaleis lips, kissing the corner of his mouth before moving to mark his neck. The demon's hips slowly connect with Kaleis again, soft moans escaping him, ecstasy filling them both. who knew love could feel so freeing, no more pressures, just them two and the bubbling love between them. Making up for the years, holding onto the moment and cherishing it until the next group from limbo. Kaleis cheeks felt wet, a warm hand wiping away the tears once again, no words this time, just the brutal understanding of what it means when they pull away and have to return to their duties. 5 more years, 5 years without feeling that spark of joy, feeling useless. To fall would betray what his parents built for him, but to stay, to betray his heart would be a punishment worse than anything the powers could think up.

"Don't hold back I, I want you to be able to remember and feel this as long as possible" Kalei murmured, breathing shakily as he watched something in the Mammons eyes change, sharpening more so as he began to drill into Kalei. Songbird like moans came from the angel as he felt Ramon pound against his most sensitive spot, his eyes rolling back feeling himself be used by Ramon. Choirs above to think of what Dominion would say, what Archangel would do, but he didn't care, the voyers could watch as he practically told them to go fuck themselves with his actions. His world came crashing back together as Ramon kissed him roughly, rubbing his clit tipping Kalei over the edge. Ramon wasn't far behind, finishing inside the angel who held him close. They stayed connected, panting heavily in each other's embrace, savoring the moment knowing once they pull away they must act like they never knew each other. Ramon kisses Kalei gently, moving the kisses down his neck and to his shoulder, mumbling into it, "I wish I never had to let you go." Kaleis hand made its way into Ramon's hair, stroking it gently, unable to trust his own voice. Ramon finally pulled away after another moment, cleaning up Kalei while pressing soft kisses over him. Kalei brushed Ramon's hair back, fixing his outfit before placing one last kiss to his lips."I don't want to say goodbye" Kalei says inches from his lips, hands gripping Ramons. "Then don't, it's just a see you later, I promise." Ramon kisses both of Kaleis knuckles before letting him go, smiling softly before watching the people appear. Kalei wiped his eyes quickly, banishing any stray tears before smiling, pretending as if his heart wasn't shattering all over again. Maybe the next group would be different, maybe, just maybe they could be together without betraying everything. The same old tune, Utopia or Hell, good or bad. Kalei guided the trial goers around, setting them up as night fell. He stepped into the garden, shivering slightly at the cool breeze. A warm arm wrapped around him as cat-like eyes looked at him, home, he was home right now even if it was just a moment under the stars. The Choir didn’t matter as long as he knew that Ramon would be there waiting on the other side.

[karvoja]

Uhka vai mahdollisuus: värjätä omaan naamaan liian kalmon värinen keltaharmaa jokapoikapaita indigovärjäyskurssilla uusiin väreihin?

[thatwasuzi]

49 years ago today

SS Arthur M Anderson: "Fitzgerald, this is the Anderson. Have you checked down?"

SS Edmund Fitzgerald: "Yes we have."

Anderson: "Fitzgerald, we are about 10 miles behind you, and gaining about 1 1/2 miles per hour. Fitzgerald, there is a target 19 miles ahead of us. So the target would be 9 miles on ahead of you."

Fitzgerald: "Well, am I going to clear?"

A: "Yes. He is going to pass to the west of you."

F: "Well, fine."

A: "By the way, Fitzgerald, how are you making out with your problem?"

F: "We are holding our own."

A: "Okay, fine. I'll be talking to you later."

The crew of the Edmund Fitzgerald would never speak to anyone outside of the ship again. After the Fitzgerald entered a squall and was obscured from the Anderson's radar. Some time shortly thereafter the Edmund Fitzgerald sank with all hands aboard.

Michael E. Armagost, 37, Third Mate, from Iron River, Wisconsin

Frederick J. Beetcher, 56, Porter, from Superior, Wisconsin

Thomas D. Bentsen, 23, Oiler, from St. Joseph, Michigan

Edward F. Bindon, 47, First Assistant Engineer, from Fairport Harbor, Ohio

Thomas D. Borgeson, 41, Maintenance Man, from Duluth, Minnesota

Oliver J. Champeau, 41, Third Assistant Engineer, from Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin

Nolan S. Church, 55, Porter, from Silver Bay, Minnesota

Ransom E. Cundy, 53, Watchman, from Superior, Wisconsin

Thomas E. Edwards, 50, Second Assistant Engineer, from Oregon, Ohio

Russell G. Haskell, 40, Second Assistant Engineer, from Millbury, Ohio

George J. Holl, 60, Chief Engineer, from Cabot, Pennsylvania

Bruce L. Hudson, 22, Deck Hand, from North Olmsted, Ohio

Allen G. Kalmon, 43, Second Cook, from Washburn, Wisconsin

Gordon F. MacLellan, 30, Wiper, from Clearwater, Florida

Joseph W. Mazes, 59, Special Maintenance Man, from Ashland, Wisconsin

John H. McCarthy, 62, First Mate, from Bay Village, Ohio

Ernest M. McSorley, 63, Captain, from Toledo, Ohio

Eugene W. O’Brien, 50, Wheelsman, from Toledo, Ohio

Karl A. Peckol, 20, Watchman, from Ashtabula, Ohio

John J. Poviach, 59, Wheelsman, from Bradenton, Florida

James A. Pratt, 44, Second Mate, from Lakewood, Ohio

Robert C. Rafferty, 62, Steward, from Toledo, Ohio

Paul M. Riippa, 22, Deck Hand, from Ashtabula, Ohio

John D. Simmons, 63, Wheelsman, from Ashland, Wisconsin

William J. Spengler, 59, Watchman, from Toledo, Ohio

Mark A. Thomas, 21, Deck Hand, from Richmond Heights, Ohio

Ralph G. Walton, 58, Oiler, from Fremont, Ohio

David E. Weiss, 22, Cadet, from Agoura, California

Blaine H. Wilhelm, 52, Oiler, from Moquah, Wisconsin

[introvertsmuses]

Allen G. Kalmon

Born: February 7, 1932

Died: November 10, 1975

Hometown: Washburn, Wisconsin

Job aboard: Second cook

[evolutiondevelopmentgroup]

Evolution Development Group's leadership team had a blast at their annual kickoff event last week! The crew enjoyed attending workshops led by industry experts and listening to renowned author Ricky Kalmon. They also had the opportunity to recognize and celebrate the nation’s top performers of 2023! 💼🏆💃🏼

[weareryno]

RYNO's leadership team is back from a fun-filled conference in Dallas! The crew enjoyed attending workshops led by industry experts and listening to renowned author Ricky Kalmon. They also had the opportunity to recognize and celebrate the nation's top performers of 2023, two of which were RYNO team members. Gareth earned recognition in the Million Dollar Club, and Amber was recognized among the top recruiters nationwide! 🤠🏆🧳

[sootyships]

nyt tulee aiheeseen vaan välillisesti liittyvä nepsy infodumppi. sisältövaroitus: menkat

ja kristittyjen elämään ei siis vaikuta mitenkään koska ei ole tapana mutta

fun fact syöjä on käytännössä defaulttina rituaalisesti epäpuhdas koska johtuen siitä että temppeliä ei enää ole, rituaalinen puhtaus vaikuttaa juutalaisen elämään vaan yhdessä aspektissa: niddassa. nidda on kuukautisiin liittyvä rituaalisen epäpuhtauden tila, josta kylläkään ei ole tarvis huolehtia jollei tarkoitus ole harrastaa seksiä jonkun kanssa jonka kannalta rituaalinen epäpuhtaus on huolenaihe. (esiintyy toorassa tyyliin muodossa "mies ei saa paljastaa naisen alastomuutta jos tämä on nidda" tai vast. (3. Moos. 18:19).) kuukautisten jälkeen pitäis rituaalisesti puhdistautua eli käydä dippaamassa mikvassa (joka on vesiallas joka täyttää tietyt vaatimuksen, luonnonvesistökin voi olla mikva) ennenku harrastaa seksiä.

muutamista muistakin asioista tulee rituaalisesti epäpuhtaaks mut ne ei sil taval vaikuta jokapäiväsessä elämässä. esim kalmon käsittely, ei ihan ees vuosittaista tavan tallaajalle. mut joo rituaalinen epäpuhtaus ei oo yleisesti ottaen vaarallista ja on vähän niinku meiän ihmisten default state

nää on ihan ku murot mut suolaset semmoset

[kalmoner]

“Life’s But A Dream” and I never wanna wake up! Booking March and April. Must be deposit ready. 📧 Kalm3FR@yahoo.com #KalmOne #3FootRadiusTattoo #Lettering #BlackAndGrey #RiseFromASH #HeadTattoo #SlaughterGangShit upcoming shows. @motorcitytattooexpo March 3rd-5th @godsofinktattooconvention April 14th-16th (at 3 Foot Radius Tattoo) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoVFr49Pt0-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[angel-blue18]

Me having my Kalmon fic as a WIP for so long and at this point someone needs to hold me at gunpoint to finish. long of the short of why its taking so long (outside of school) is I had a major gap in progress due to someone commenting on my take on Kaleis no no square. anyway I promise its being worked on I swear

[aspenonpawzzz]

DISCLAIMER: I JUST TRANSLATED, I DO NOT ARGREE OR DISAGREE.

TRANSLATION:

"Physical transformation? Impossible.

Today I want to talk about a subject that is really close to my heart. I want to talk to you about the belief in p-shift or also called “'hysical transformation'.P-shift or 'physical shift' is the act of thinking that one is capable (or that one is capable) of physically changing oneself into a non-human animal. The transformation can be partial (eyes, fangs, claws) or total (for example, at the full moon). They argue that the transformation is painful or use terms to 'calm their creature' such as 'Kalmone Kalmone'. These individuals are very often wolves (in reference to werewolves) and claim (often without proof) to have numerous lupine abilities, each more impressive than the last.

Before my adventure with the 'lycans' began, I thought that the young people already knew that this was impossible. Unless you suffer from clinical lycanthropy. My bad. Modern 'werewolves' exist and believe they can literally change into animals. I met them by chance, after contacting their “alpha” on Twitter. An adventure that I will not soon forget…"

“Clinical lycanthropy is a psychiatric illness in which the patient believes himself to have been transformed into a wolf or, by extension, into any other type of animal. » Wikipedia "

"A game lycanthrope, who we will call 'Max' for the sake of anonymity, contacted me on the internet. He was interested in therianthropy and considered himself a 'lycan'. I made the mistake (Or not?) of accepting his invitation to his Discord group. Young people, lots of young people...Aged 12 to 14 years old, all immersed in the same conviction: they can really change into wolves. We feel the atmosphere inspired by series such as Wolfblood, Teen Wolf or the Twilight saga. I talk to them about my identity and my daily animality. My way of 'transforming' myself only mentally into an animal. I am not yet advancing my non-belief in literal transformation. Faced with them, I realize that the therians come across as 'mentally ill', imagining a false animal reality. They are, on the other hand, real wolves. picture I interact with them, orally and in writing. Nothing seems animal about them to me. No feeling, no shift, no phantom limbs, nothing. Just the ability to actually become wolves." (untrue for some, semi true of others, and true for a select few)

"Their wolf is not themselves. It's an outside entity taking control over their body (something I've never seen before in lycan legends). They are also capable of dialoguing with this 'beast' a bit like a system. picture They constantly claim to have the ability to physically become wolves. These teenagers prove their 'non-humanity' with photos of their eyes after increasing the contrasts to the maximum. Red or bright blue eyes, this is their REAL proof of their lycanthropy. Note: Anyone can change their eye color in Photoshop. It's no mystery to anyone."

"A person presents me - with the utmost seriousness - a photo of their violet eyes. Quickly, I realize that this is a VERY bad photomontage. The wolves, unanimously, affirm that it was only 'a joke'. Something which further discredits the pseudo-arguments of the 'wolf gene'. I ask for proof, explanations and I am threatened with being banned. I still wonder if these wolves really believe it or want others to believe in their shapeshifting skills. Physical transformation is impossible, unachievable and discredits serious therians. As if by the greatest coincidence, these lycans are incredible creatures, with improbable physique (4m tall, black coat with multicolored eyes). Many like to assert themselves as chief/leader/alpha or imagine themselves to be the beast of Gévaudan. Of course, again and again: no proof. I'm starting to lose my patience. These young people perceive therianthropy as 'inferior'to what they say. " (excsuse me, but wtf) 'They claim we are 'mentally ill.' "I invite a few fellow Therians to the rescue. Young people continue to really disrespect us. At first, I thought it was a joke, a trap aimed at pranking me. However, during the week that I was 'infiltrated',the pseudo lycans continued to boast of their abilities among themselves, without me being there. People tell me about gifts, the ability to hear ultrasound, to heal faster."

Ok. some people DO have varing abiltes, like i am good at hearing. not due to my therianthropy ,but hyper-vigilance.

"I ask for proof, again and again. I'm promised a video that I'll never get. In the end Just these modified eyes on their phone. Therians are set on fire, criticized, called crazy. I ended up finding myself banned from the site because 'I asked too many questions'. I received many insults and threats from these disrespectful kids. Today, I am writing an article to send you a message of the utmost importance. Physical transformation does NOT exist, although that is unfortunate. It is sad that young people fall and drown in these kinds of unhealthy beliefs. Like a cult, the alpha tries to persuade his pack of the truth of his words. Non-lycans, humans or 'therians' are seen as weak and insignificant. It is serious to lock yourself into these kinds of ideas. It is serious to blindly follow a group without asking questions (there were only 2-3 people capable of transforming, the rest were 'followers'). Young people are being recruited into this kind of sect with the Lycan guru. Ask yourself questions, think. It is important to have proof of what people are trying to make you believe. Take your time, think and - as I said before - take a step back and don't believe everything you read on the internet. A word to the wise, thank you."

La transformation physique ? Impossible.

Aujourd'hui, je tiens à parler d'un sujet qui me tiens réellement à cœur. Je veux vous parler de la croyance au p-shift ou également appelé « transformation physique ».

Le p-shift ou « physique shift » est le fait de penser qu'il est capable (ou qu'on est capable) de se changer physiquement en un animal non-humain. La transformation peut être partielle (yeux, crocs, griffes) ou totale (par exemple, à la pleine lune). Ils avancent que la transformation est douloureuse où utilisent des termes pour « calmer leur bestiole » tel que « Kalmone Kalmone ». Ces individus sont très souvent des loups (en référence aux loups-garou) et affirment (souvent sans preuves) avoir de nombreuses facultés lupines, toutes plus impressionnantes les unes que les autres.

Avant que mon aventure auprès des « lycans » débutent, je pensais que les jeunes savaient déjà que cela était impossible. A moins de souffrir de lycanthropie clinique. Erreur de ma part. Les « loups garou » modernes existent et croient pouvoir se changer littéralement en animal. Je suis partie à leur rencontre par le plus grand des hasards, après avoir contacté leur « alpha » sur Twitter. Une aventure que je ne suis pas prête d'oublier…

« La lycanthropie clinique est une maladie psychiatrique dans laquelle le patient se croit transformé en loup ou, par extension, en tout autre type d'animal. »

Wikipedia

Un jeu lycanthrope, que nous appellerons « Max » par souci d'anonymat m'a contacté sur internet. Il s'intéressait à la thérianthropie et se considérait comme « lycan ». J'ai fais l'erreur (Ou non?) d'accepter son invitation sur son groupe Discord.

Des jeunes, beaucoup de jeunes…Âgés de 12 à 14 ans, tous plongés dans la même conviction : ils peuvent se changer réellement en loup. On sent l'ambiance inspirée des séries tel que Wolfblood, Teen Wolf ou encore la saga Twilight.

Je leur parle de mon identité et de mon animalité quotidien. Ma façon de me « transformer » uniquement mentalement en animal. Je n'avance pas encore ma non-croyance en la transformation littérale. Face à eux, je me rend compte que les thérians passent pour des « malades mentaux », s’imaginant une fausse réalité animale. Eux sont, par contre, sont des vrais loups.

Je dialogue avec eux, à l'oral et à l'écrit. Rien ne me semble animal en eux. Aucun ressenti, aucun shift, aucun membre fantôme, rien. Juste la capacité de devenir réellement des loups.

Leur loup n'est pas eux même. Il s'agit d'un entité extérieure prenant le contrôle sur leur corps (chose que je n'avais jamais vu auparavant dans les légendes de lycans). Ils sont également capables de dialoguer avec cette « bête », un peu à la manière d'un système.

Ils affirment, sans cesse, avoir la capacité de devenir physiquement des loups. Ces adolescents prouvent leur « non-humanité » par des photos de leurs yeux après avoir augmenté les contrastes au maximum. Les yeux rouges ou d'un bleu pétant, il s'agit de leur VRAIE preuve de leur lycanthropie. Note : Tout le monde peut changer la couleur de leurs yeux sur photoshop. Ce n'est un mystère pour personne.

Une personne me présente -avec le plus grande des sérieux- une photo de ses yeux violets. Rapidement, je me rend compte qu'il s'agit d'un TRÈS mauvais photomontage. Les loups, unanimement, affirment qu'il ne s’agissait que « d'une blague ». Chose qui a encore plus décrédibilise le pseudos arguments de le « gène de loup ». Je demande des preuves, des explications et je me fais menacée de me faire bannir. Je me demande encore si ces loups y croient vraiment ou veulent faire croire aux autres leur talent de métamorphose. La transformation physique est impossible, irréalisable et décrédibilisent les thérians sérieux.

Comme par le plus grand des hasards, ces lycans sont des créatures incroyables, au physique improbable (4m de haut, pelage noir avec yeux multicolores). Beaucoup aiment s'affirment comme chef/leader/alpha ou s'imaginer être la bête du Gévaudan.

Bien entendu, encore et toujours : aucune preuve.

Je commence à perdre patience. Ces jeunes perçoivent la thérianthropie comme  « inférieur » à leurs dires. Ils affirment que nous sommes « malades mentaux ».

J'invite quelques compagnons thérians à la rescousse. Les jeunes continuent à nous manquer réellement de respect. Au début, j'ai cru à une blague, un piège visant à me faire une farce. Pourtant, durant la semaine où j'étais « infiltrée », les pseudos lycans continuaient à vanter leurs capacités entre eux, sans que je sois là .

On me parle de dons, de capacité à entendre les ultra-son, à guérir plus vite.

Je demande des preuves, encore et encore. On me promet une vidéo que je n'aurai jamais. Au final Juste ces yeux modifiés sur leur téléphone. Les thérians se font incendiés, critiqués, traités de fous. Je finis par me retrouver bannie du site car « je posais trop de questions ». J'ai reçu de nombreuses insultes et menaces de ces irrespectueux gamins.

Aujourd'hui, j'écris un article pour vous transmettre un message de la plus haute importance.

 La transformation physique n'existe PAS, même si cela est regrettable.  Il est triste que de jeunes personnes tombent et se noient dans ce genre de croyances malsaines. Tel une secte, l'alpha essaye de persuader sa meute de la v��racité de ses propos. Les non-lycans, humains ou « thérians » sont vu comme faibles et insignifiants. Il est grave de s'enfermer dans ce genre d'idées. Il est grave de suivre aveuglément un groupe sans se poser de questions (il y a avait que 2-3 personnes capables de se transformer, le reste était des « suiveurs » ). Les jeunes se font embrigadés de cette espèce de secte au gourou lycan. Posez-vous des questions, réfléchissez. Il est important d'avoir les preuves de ce que l'on essaye de vous faire croire. Prenez votre temps, réfléchissez et -comme je l'ai déjà dit- prenez du recul et ne croyez pas tout ce que vous lisez sur internet.

A bon entendeur, merci.

[emmatai88]

Amazing last supper belly tattoo by Abey Alvarez @abeyalvarez3frtat2 and Kalmone @kalmone from @3footradiustattoo !

[karlstad]

fume | kalm

15/21. it was a calm summer evening but as i walked out of the supermarket i heard the sweetest sound on the line. quicker than luke luke draws his six shooter i’ve dropped the groceries and gone shootin the freight cars as the passed by the parking lot. the weather made some pictures overexposed against the shade others underexposed to the bright sun and some just got shoot out of fucus if y’all wanna be a picky ass. i will post this 21 pic set on mornings round 09:30 check point charles time

[mrbigsleeps]

I am reposting this small testimonial that was written by my homeboy @Kalm one ——————————————————— “People always ask what ink I use and the answer is #PelicanBayBlack from @bigsleepsink Reasons why I like this ink is because it’s the darkest ink I’ve used. It also breaks down easily with water to make my tones. As you can see from this example it heals a lot richer thank most inks and holds it value like the day of the tattoo. Hurry and get yours today and #MakeTheSwitch #BigSleepsInk #KalmOne #3FootRadiusTattoo” ——————————————————— Please make sure to follow our IG page @BIGSLEEPSINK And if you are using any of our product please send us over a small testimonial with a photo of your work through the DM thank you everyone for that overwhelming show of support🙏🏽 (at 3 Foot Radius Tattoo) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwxOj-_hCxQ/?igshid=1qc3bpzqydlok

[nununiverse]

Kalmon Stokes