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sunny-likes-pokemon · 1 year ago

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Performance

Serena is planning her next performance and is completely stuck. Can her friends help her get out of her own head?

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I absolutely love Showcases. They felt like actual dance competitions to me as someone who danced competitively in high school and college. As a performer myself, I related so much to those girls giving their all and improving their routines over their season, the costume troubles, the fun rivals, the weird ones who took everything way too seriously and weren’t fun at all. I’ll be honest, that’s probably why I like the Kalos adventure so much! It was very relevant to my life at the time.

I’ve read criticisms that the routines were “the same every time” and "boring" and I just want to be like—do you have eyes?? Can’t you see the gradual progression??? The growth of personal character and skill???? The changes that make such a big difference, culminating in a final performance reminiscent of and yet entirely evolved from the start????? Bah.

So this piece is dedicated to little me, full of anxiety but dancing her heart out anyways.

Serena sat with her head in her hands, thinking as hard as she could.

She’d gotten notes from the performance judges after her last showcase, but how in the world was she supposed to incorporate them?

One note had said her routine needed more ‘dimensionality,’ that she needed to use all the space available on the stage, including vertically, for the best effect. Another had said the rhythm of the transition during the bridge of the song needed to be improved.

And, most confusing of all, one note said that she was ‘overthinking’ her routine.

“What does that even mean?!” she screeched, burying her hands in her hair.

The Pokémon gathered nearby to eat lunch startled, Frogadier jumping to his feet with hands raised, Braixen whipping out her branch and looking for enemies.

“Serena?” called Bonnie from the campsite where she was watching Clemont make lunch. “Are you okay?” Ash, who had been watching the Pokémon, and Clemont, busy with cooking, looked at her as well, concern obvious on their faces.

“Oh, yes, just fine!” she called back, embarrassed that everyone witnessed her outburst. She had to leave, just for a bit, and pull herself together. “I’m just going to take a quick walk.” And she stood in a hurry and quickly walked away.

“Stupid, stupid,” she muttered, then took a deep breath. “Okay. One at a time. Timing.”

That just needed more training, right? The more she and her Pokémon worked together, the more in sync they’d be. They would have to practice every day, then practice until they couldn’t mess up. Then they’d be perfectly on beat.

“Okay, next. Dimensionality.”

She closed her eyes and imagined she was looking at the stage from the audience, but frowned and stomped her foot when she started mixing up directions in her head. “I need to see it,” she said, marching back to the camp.

“Clemont!” she shouted when she got close, still marching.

The inventor jumped and nearly dropped his ladle into the soup. “Y-yes?”

“Did you record my performance?” He hadn’t mentioned anything beforehand, but sometimes he did things like that to be prepared for ‘a situation precisely like this one!’

“Y-yes?”

She nodded and put her hands on her hips. “I need to see it. I need to see what those judges were talking about.”

“I’ll watch the soup, Clemont,” Ash said, standing up and taking the ladle.

The inventor was so startled that he didn’t even try to show her a ‘Performance Improver Prediction Machine’ or something. He just dug around until he found a tablet, loaded up the video, then handed it to her.

She sat down on the ground and started the video, studying it intently.

“Um, Serena?” Bonnie asked.

“Yes, what is it?” she asked, not looking up. There was the starting move from Braixen. Hm, maybe they could use Ancient Power to push it higher? No, that would change the shape of it too much. Could Braixen learn to increase her range?

“Don't you want to sit at the table…?”

Serena hummed absently and nodded. Pancham’s acrobatics were impressive close up, but diminished at a distance. How could he gain altitude? How far could he jump straight up?

“Notebook, notebook,” she muttered, reaching for her backpack. She didn’t find anything and realized she didn’t have it on.

“Here,” Ash said, handing her her bag.

Serena dug through the bag for a notebook and pencil, then started taking notes.

“How to visualize…?” she muttered, then started sketching out the ‘beats’ of the performance, the big moments she really wanted to linger on, as they currently were, then below that, how she could change them to make them more dynamic.

They had three minutes to perform, starting from the moment their music started, which was a few seconds after they took their starting poses on stage.

They had to keep the performance escalating through that whole three minutes, starting off interesting and keeping it that way before a finishing move that would be memorable—popular vote deciding the competition meant she had to stick out in some way.

“Serena, the soup’s getting cold,” Clemont said from nearby.

She hummed and nodded, then squeaked when someone plucked the pencil and notebook from her hands. “Hey!”

Ash didn’t look impressed. “Seriously, you need to eat. I’ll give them back when you’re done.”

She pouted and pushed herself up, dusting herself off and stomping to the table to sit. There was a bowl of soup waiting there for her, as well as some fruit in the middle to share and her water bottle.

She quickly shoveled the food into her mouth, grabbing her water bottle and a piece of fruit before standing up.

“Okay, done! Give them back!”

Ash did, his eyes wide. He gestured at his face. “Um, you’ve got some soup…”

But she had already gone, heading over to the shade of one of the big trees around the campsite and settling down. She had to figure this out.

—

Ash stood there, staring at Serena as she plopped herself down on the ground again.

“That…was Serena, right?” Bonnie said, scooting behind Ash and holding Dedenne close as if to keep him safe. “She didn’t get possessed or…or body-swapped?”

Clemont shrugged. “I guess she must be really excited about working on her routine.” He started to clean up from lunch and Ash quickly shook off his confusion and helped.

Usually, Serena was the last of them to finish eating, taking her time and talking and laughing, and she always helped clean up.

Ash had hoped to move further that day, closer to his next gym, but Serena didn’t seem to realize anything else was going on, focused entirely on rewatching her performance and taking notes. The day dragged on and on, and Ash eventually had to admit they wouldnt be going any further. “I guess we’re camping here tonight,” he told the others, who looked over at Serena with concern. Camping here was okay with him. It wasn’t like gym battles were on a set schedule like showcases were (even if he did want to get there as soon as possible). He, like Clemont and Bonnie, was kind of worried about Serena, though.

They set up their tents, the boys helping Bonnie with the girls’ tent, then got ready for bed. Some nights they all played a card game or something before going to sleep, but as one-fourth of their group was so frantically occupied, none of them were really feeling it. So Ash said his final ‘good night’ to his Pokémon and returned them to their Pokéballs to rest (except for Pikachu, who had already snuggled up in his sleeping bag). Then he put his hands on his hips and frowned at Serena, still scribbling away. At least she was sitting at the table now.

“Serena,” he said, walking over to her, “it’s time for bed.”

“Just gotta…figure this…” she mumbled.

He sighed. He understood. He did. And he’d had friends have this problem, before, too—hyper-focusing on planning it ‘just right’ and not taking breaks when needed, not doing what they’d planned.

So he sat across from her and drummed his fingers on the table until she looked up at him, blinking, her eyes bloodshot.

“Ash?” she asked, her voice a bit rough. “What’s up?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You. It’s bedtime.”

She scoffed. “No, it’s barely even…” She seemed to notice the dark of the sky then, how Ash was in his pajamas and the others already gone to sleep. “Oh. I guess it is.” She bit her lip and looked down at her notes. “But…but I need to…”

Ash sighed and propped his head up on his hand. It looked like a little more help was needed. “What are you struggling with?” She blinked at him in confusion and he waved at her notes. “I’ve had friends compete in things like this before. I have, too, but just for fun.” He scratched his cheek. “Maybe it won’t be the best help, but I’ll help you.”

Serena smiled at him, her shoulders finally relaxing. “Really?” He nodded, preparing himself for a long night. Then Serena yawned, covering it with her hand and then blinking slowly. “Oh, wow, I’m tired. Um, would you be okay to help me tomorrow?”

A bit relieved, he nodded again. “Absolutely.”

He stayed up while Serena got ready for bed, not wanting to leave her alone in case she decided she wanted to work some more. She did go right to bed, though, waving goodnight to him before joining Bonnie in the girls’ tent.

The next day, Serena seemed to be back to her usual self, helping Clemont with breakfast and making Bonnie laugh with a story about her and Rhyhorn when she was very little. They got back in the road, and then Serena came up to him.

“Um, are you still okay to help me?” she asked.

He pumped his fist. “Of course! What do you need?”

She brought out her notebook, but paused and chewed on her lip. “When you said you competed in something like performances, what did you mean?”

So he explained contests to her, how the trainer was called a coordinator and specifically showed off Pokémon moves and the health of the Pokémon themselves, and then battled another Coordinator in a flashy way. Also, all scores were all decided by judges and not the audience.

“Interesting,” she said softly, tapping her lips with her pencil. “So they don’t do routines?”

Ash frowned. “Well, I mean, kind of, but they’re much shorter and not set to a specific song. Not very many moves, either. Sometimes just one! They also don’t do the same routine, but come up with new ones each time. They weren’t as…it’s like…ah, buddy, what am I not explaining right?”

Pikachu crossed his tiny arms as he thought, then jumped off his shoulder and got into a ready stance, nodding at him. Ash laughed. “Alright, a demonstration it is!” He closed his eyes, remembering the moves he’d used before and what he’d learned since then. Then he shrugged and called out, “Okay, Pikachu, Electro Ball, straight up!” Once it was in the air, he called, “Thunderbolt at it, then smash them both with Iron Tail!” What resulted was an explosion of sparks and energy, and a very charged-up Pikachu.

“Pika!!” Pikachu cried, eyes wide and grin wider.

“Wow!!” Bonnie cheered, running up to them. “That was so cool, Pikachu!!” Dedenne cheered as well, scampering around Pikachu.

Ash laughed at his little electric mouse, all fluffed up and sparking like a very hyper puff-ball. “Pikachu, Thunderbolt to get rid of all that static!” He looked back at Serena as Pikachu fired off a bolt into the sky and shrugged again. “Sorry, contests weren’t my thing. We probably would have gotten points off for all that static build up making Pikachu look silly. Some contests wouldn’t have allowed three moves. And there would have been a bit more planning, but that sort of thing.”

She tilted her head. “So, a coordinator just calls out a couple moves that their Pokémon practiced? They don’t all perform together?”

“Yeah, pretty much. Coordinators kinda just stand there. They usually have nice outfits, but it wasn’t a requirement.”

She hummed and thought for a moment. “Well, I guess it’s not my part I have questions about.” Then she opened her notebook and showed Ash the drawings she’d made of a stage, tiny figures in various poses with move effects surrounding them. “One of the judges said I needed to use the vertical space more, so I was trying to think of different ways to get everyone’s moves to go farther.” She sighed. “I don’t know if you can train for that, though.”

“Well, you could have them launch themselves off of Pancham’s Stone Edge and then use their moves to get themselves higher into the air,” he said. “They both could do that, right? And then they could do something flashy while they’re up there.”

“Hm, yeah,” she said, turning to a new page and scribbling a few words there. “Maybe Braixen could blast herself up…”

Ash nodded, trying to think of cool moves he’d seen in his various battles. They continued to talk, throwing out ideas of different ways to add to or change Serena’s routine. Once Bonnie figured out what they were doing, she joined in, although she quickly got distracted imagining how Dedenne could perform. (And then Clemont joined in, too, when Bonnie seemed to think Dedenne could learn Flying Type moves.)

They didn’t make it to a Pokémon Center that day, so they found another spot to camp for the night. Serena seemed much more relaxed, actually joining them for dinner and helping set up camp.

It was only after Bonnie and Clemont had both gone to sleep (Clemont had made a new invention which had exploded spectacularly and then said he was going to bed early) that Ash realized Serena was bent over her notebook again at the table, scribbling away.

He sighed. He’d hoped their planning session would have relaxed her. He was kind of tired…would it be better to let Serena figure out how bad an idea it was to stay up late on her own? Would she even notice, though?

And then he heard a little sniff and saw Serena rub one eye, then a few more sniffs as she rubbed her arm across her face. She was crying?!

He grabbed his handkerchief from his bag and hurried over to her, sitting beside her and holding out the square of cloth.

“Thanks,” she said in a rough, quiet voice. “Sorry. I’m sorry.” She kept crying. She used the handkerchief to muffle the few sobs that tried to get through.

Ash frowned, trying to think of something to do or say. He shouldn’t just let her cry, right? When he got upset, he stormed off and brooded for a while. Except when he was at home, where his mom wouldn’t let him mope—she’d drag him into making dinner with her or playing a video game or watching a rerun of his favorite Pokémon battles until his problems didn’t seem so big. And if he was really upset, she’d sit with him and hug him until he felt better. There wasn’t exactly a kitchen, game system, or TV around, though, so he couldn’t do those things for Serena (he also didn’t know if she liked video games, and she probably would want to watch something other than battle reruns). He could hug her, though. So he scooted closer and wrapped his arms around her.

She squeaked and went very rigid. “A-Ash?!”

“It’s okay,” he said, patting her back and trying to remember what his mom had said to him in these situations. “It’s going to be okay.”

She slumped against him. “Why can’t I think of anything on my own?” she whispered. “I can’t just use your ideas all the time. Why…?”

Oh. Well, that made sense. “You’re thinking too hard about it.”

A groan was her response. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Have you thought about anything else these past couple days?”

“I mean…no, not really.” Then she straightened and narrowed her eyes at him. “And hard to believe you’re telling me that, Mr. Battle-Every-Trainer-That-Makes-Eye-Contact.”

He shrugged. “I know this stuff. Sometimes I use what I know.” Then he frowned. “I don’t battle every trainer.”

“But you want to.”

Well, she wasn’t wrong . “We’re getting off track. You can’t just think about one thing all the time. You’ll paralyze yourself. Do lots of things, think about lots of things.” He sighed and looked around at their little campsite. “That’s one of the reasons I like traveling with people. I get too caught up in my own head otherwise.”

She snorted lightly. “You? Really?”

He smiled wanly. “Yeah, I’m…not the best on my own.”

She had been smiling as if expecting a joke, but it faded as she seemed to realize he was serious. “But you always come off as so confident and mature…”

Ash barked out a laugh, genuinely surprised. “Really?” He didn’t feel any different than he had when he first set off on his journey years ago, and he knew he’d been a brat back then, all big dreams and desperation to prove he had what it took to be a good trainer. Then again, he’d learned so much since then, met so many people and seen so many things, traveled all around the planet and had more adventures than any kid could ask for. It would have been stranger if he hadn’t changed at least a little bit. “If I’m so wise and mature, then you should listen to me and go to sleep. Sleep isn’t something you can miss and still function normally.”

Rolling her eyes, Serena closed her notebook. “Fine, fine.” She went to stand up, but paused and then sat down again, a small frown on her face as she looked at the handkerchief in her hand.

“…Serena?”

Her eyes met his briefly, her expression unreadable. Then she smiled, bright as could be, and held the square of cloth out to him. When he went to grab it, she put her hand over his, her gaze practically burning into his. “You’re incredible. You’ll reach your dreams and go even further beyond them. I know you will.”

Before he could say anything, she walked away and off to her tent. He didn’t move for a while, just sitting there, confused as could be.

But…it made him really happy that she believed in him. She’d been traveling with him long enough to see the kind of guy he was, and apparently she still thought he could reach his dreams, no matter how big.

He believed in her, too. Once she stopped worrying so much and found her groove again, he had no doubt she’d go on to be the best performer Kalos had ever seen. He couldn’t wait to see it!

#amourshipping #satosere #my writing

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abitdegenden · 3 months ago

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It say whoever drinks Hex Maniac's famous milk becomes a lot more curvier and hornier. Serena tests out such claims. Is it true?

''Bah, of course is all just just pure false advertisement, anyway, who would even believe thi-'' Before she could finish the sentence, her tits BREAK free of her shirt, having grown at least 10 times, while her skirt also gets destroyed by her new giganting ass and thighs ''W-WHAT THE ACTUAL FUC-'' She gets silenced by Hex Maniac, who just smiles and shows a bottle of Moo-Moo milk ''S-see? I-i would n-never lie about the quality of my product!~''

#Lews asks #Lews Pokemon asks

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riuterlabs · 1 year ago

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File: 6.1.3 Codename: 5ERP3NTK155

NAMES: May Kob and Serena Gaer

SPECIES: Plasmoids

SUBSPECIES: Type 1

LIFEFORM: Saint’s kiss cobra (Malofidis Nagae)

ADITIONAL INFORMATION:

Date

11:18 of the 1º of Amthos of 171 of the 6º Aeon

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HIIIIIIIIIII, CAM!

How’s the day going, dear?

Fine?

FINE?

If not… Don’t worry! That’s why I’m here!

I’ve seen that in these labs you have a database or something like it, I don’t know, I am a psychologist, not a computer scientist, and you have information of people!

WHY DON’T YOU TELL ME ABOUT THESE THINGS! I KNOW A LOT OF PEOPLE WHOM YOU COULD PUT IN HERE!

And, because of that…

I’ve decided to enter a couple of people and stories that you could use, hehe!

You don’t have to thank me now, you will when I get to put my plan into motion…

Well, it seems I spread my words more than my legs! Enjoy these two!

A deep and passionate kiss to the back of your throat and beyond:

Lena

PD: You know where I can enter Aura's throne room? She doesn't want to tell me!

And I don't know why! By Mom, it's not like I was going to break anything or something!

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Good day to everyone, my wonderful and stunning readers!

Sadly, Cam isn't available today, Ooooh.

But don't worry! You have me! Everybody's favorite Saint! The best Core bearer of all Aelfatum! Lena! YAAAY!

And because of that, as I know you like to know our habits and reproductive customs, a lot of the former, and even more of the latter, don't act coy now!, I’ve come to talk about some of my favorite sisters. The most interesting! And the most beautiful! So, without further ado, LET'S GO!

As I suppose you know, I am the saint patroness and symbolic leader of the type 1 plasmoids, even though that doesn't mean in our convent there aren't people of different types, of course. But what you wouldn't know, either, because Cam still hasn't figured it out, and so we will keep it as a surprise to her ;) is that, as Transmuted are based on their materials, us Plasmoids take some aspects of certain lifeforms and incorporate them harmoniously to our humanoid form. A lot of people will consider it a way to defile and profanate the human form. Bah! We do it as a way to celebrate biodiversity and the beauty of life as a whole. And a way to thank Mom!

These two, May and Serena, are two very good examples of this tendency. As I hope you can notice, they are not very original, because they are based on one of the animals that are most associated with out species, ssssnakes! Specifically, a variety known as Saint's Kiss Cobra, a species famous due to its malleabilizer venom. Well! It seems Serena was bit by one and got transformed into the beauty you see now, look at that tail! And that hot bod! I'm so proud of her. But humans didn't like her one bit, tasteless uncultured lot! So they hated and rejected her as if she was a monster. So, when I saw her through the window, slithering and bawling her eyes out in her own house, I could only let myself in and recruit her.

It turns out she filled her house with the snakes that bit her, she said they were the only ones who didn't hate her, poor girl, so perfect and so alone…

So I made her and offer: She would come with me to the convent if she worked as a recruiter in one of our locales in our border with Libertas, and in exchange, she would have a family and people to be around and who loved her however she looked like.

She agreed!

A couple of weeks later, she got installed in The Five Doors, in the room of snakes, where she was happy, although a bit lonely. The rooms of balloons and butterflies were full, but nobody wanted to enter the snakes' one!

Until one day, a colorful group of five friends, at that moment three girls and a charming couple of two boys, passed through the door invited by a friend of a friend of a friend of a sister of the convent.

Each one of them entered one of the rooms, and for the first time in months, Serena had new company!

As you can see, they got along very well from the start! So she ended up infecting and transforming May into her current and wonderful form.

There's not much left to say of these two! They loved each other at first glance. A LOT. And May has the shape she always wanted, a charming hissssssing accent, and both found a wonderful person with which to share their lives.

Awww, Ain’t love beautiful?

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Oh, I have to describe the image.

Well.

There's little left to say.

You see the green and purple one? That's Serena.

You see the one with a ridiculous hairstyle that ends up being orange and black? That's May.

In the first image, we see how Serena is wrapping around May, nearly biting her, only to receive a shot saying "IF YOU EAT ME, I WILL MOAN". Rude!

In the second one, we see Serena massaging and transforming May little by little, using old massaging techniques we Sisters have been perfecting for millenia, and also some new ones invented by her that use, EXACTLY!, snakes. They look to be having a very good time, uh?

And finally, the previously cowardly May has picked up the snake that bit her and is showing who's in charge, just before she shows her who loves her in the most appropriate way.

And there's not much more, just two beauties loving each other a lot.

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The embodiment of your carnal desires says goodbye!

A kiss to everyone!

Saint Lena of Earth and her Elastic Face.

RiuterLabs?

Psst, Cam, do I have to put this here? Archivo 6.1.3 Nombre en clave: 53RP3NTK155

NOMBRES: May Kob y Serena Gaer

ESPECIE: Plasmoides

SUBESPECIE: Tipo 1

FORMA DE VIDA: Cobra Beso de Santa (Malofidis Nagae)

INFORMACIÓN ADICIONAL:

~Date~

11:18 del 1º de Amthos del 171 del 6º Eón

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~Comm~

¡HOLAAAAA, CAAAAM!

¿Qué tal el día, cariño?

¿Bien?

¿BIEN?

Si no… ¡No te preocupes! ¡Para eso estoy yo!

He visto que en los laboratorios estos tuyos tenéis una base de datos o algo parecido, no sé, soy psicóloga, no informática, ¡Y que guardáis información de gente!

¿POR QUÉ NO ME DICES ESTAS COSAS? YO CONOZCO A MUCHA GENTE QUE METER AQUÍ.

Así que, por esoooo…

¡He decidido meter un par de personas e historias que te podrían venir bien, jeje!

No hace falta que me des las gracias, ya lo harás cuando haya podido poner a funcionar mi plan…

En fin, ¡Parece que estiro mis palabras mejor que mis piernas! Disfruta de estas dos.

Un profundo y apasionado beso hasta el fondo de la garganta y más:

Lena

PD: ¿Sabes por dónde se entra a la sala del trono de Aura? Es que ella no me lo quiere decir.

¡Y no sé por qué! ¡Por Mamá, ni que fuera a romper algo!

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¡Muy buenas a todos, maravillosos y despampanantes lectores!

Lastimosamente hoy Cam no está disponible, oooooooh.

¡Pero no os preocupéis! ¡Me tenéis a mí! ¡A la Santa favorita de todos! ¡La mejor portadora de núcleo de todo Aelfatum! ¡Lena! BIEEEN.

Y por eso, como sé que os gusta saber de nuestras costumbres y hábitos reproductivos, bastante de lo primero, pero todavía más de lo segundo, no os hagáis los recatados ahora, vengo a hablaros de algunas de mis hermanas favoritas. Las más interesantes. ¡Y las más hermosas! Así que, sin más dilación, ¡ALLÁ VAMOS!

Como supongo que sabréis, soy la santa patrona y líder simbólica de las plasmoides tipo 1, aunque eso no implica que en el convento no tengamos a gente de más tipos, claro está. Pero lo que tampoco sabréis, porque es algo que Cam todavía no ha descubierto, y que vamos a mantener como una sorpresa para ella ;) es que, al igual que los transmutados están basados en sus materiales, los plasmoides tomamos aspectos de ciertas formas de vida y los acoplamos armoniosamente a nuestra forma humanoide. Muchos lo considerarán una forma de desvirtuar y profanar la forma humana, ¡Bah! Pero nosotros lo hacemos como una forma de celebrar la biodiversidad y la belleza de la vida en su conjunto ¡Y una forma de agradecer a Mamá!

Pues estas dos, May y Serena, son muy buenos ejemplos de esta tendencia. Como espero que podáis apreciar, no son muy originales, porque precisamente se basan en uno de los animales más asociados con nuestra especie, ¡Lassss Sssserpientesss! Específicamente una variedad llamada Cobra Beso de Santa, una especie famosa por su veneno maleabilizador. ¡Bueno! Resulta que a Serena le picó una y la transformó en la hermosura que veis ahora, ¡Mirad esa cola! ¡Y ese cuerpazo! Ay, qué orgullosa estoy de ella.

Pero a los humanos no les gustaba nada, ¡Incultos sin gusto! Por lo que la odiaban y rechazaban como si fuera un monstruo. Así que, cuando la vi por la ventana, reptando y llorando a moco tendido en su propia casa, no pude hacer otra cosa que meterme y reclutarla.

Resulta que había llenado su casa de las serpientes que la habían picado, decía que eran las únicas que no la odiaban, pobrecita, tan perfecta y tan sola…

Así que le hice una oferta, ella vendría conmigo al convento si nos hacía de reclutadora en uno de nuestros locales en la frontera con Libertas, a cambio tendría una familia y mucha gente con la que pasar el rato y que realmente la quería tal y como era.

¡Aceptó!

Un par de semanas después se instaló en Las Cinco Puertas, en la sala de las serpientes, donde era feliz, aunque estaba un poco sola. Las salas de los Globos y las Mariposas estaban llenas, ¡Pero nadie quería entrar en la de las serpientes!

Hasta que un día, un pintoresco grupo de cinco amigas, en ese momento tres amigas y una encantadora parejita de dos chicos, entraron por la puerta invitadas por una amiga de una amiga de una amiga de una amiga de una hermana del convento.

Cada una de ellas entró por una puerta, y, por primera vez en meses, Serena tuvo compañía nueva.

Como podéis ver, ¡Se llevaron muy bien desde el principio! Por lo que acabó contagiando y transformando a May en su actual y espectacular forma.

¡Y poco más que decir de estas dos! Se quisieron a primera vista. MUCHO. Y ahora May tiene la forma que siempre había querido, un acento sssissseante encantador y ambas encontraron a una maravillosa persona con la que compartir sus vidas.

Ayyyyy, ¡Qué bonito es el amor!

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Ah, que hay que describir un poco la imagen.

Bueno.

Poco hay que añadir.

¿Veis a la verde y morada? Esa es Serena.

¿Veis a la del peinado ridículo que acaba siendo negra y naranja? Esa es May.

En la primera imagen vemos como Serena está enrollándose, je je, con May, justo a punto de morderla solo para recibir un grito de &SI ME COMES GIMO&, ¡Maleducada!

En la segunda simplemente tenemos a Serena masajeando y transformando poco a poco a May, usando las viejas técnicas de masaje que las Hermanas llevamos perfeccionando durante milenios, además de unas nuevas inventadas por ella que involucran el uso de, ¡EXACTO!, Serpientes. Parece que alguien se lo está pasando muy bien, ¿Eh?

Y finalmente, la anteriormente acobardada May, ha cogido a la serpiente que la picó y le está demostrando quién manda, justo antes de demostrarle quién la quiere de la forma más apropiada.

Y poco más, dos hermosuras queriéndose mucho.

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¡Se despide vuestra encarnación de los deseos carnales de confianza!

¡Un beso a todos!

Santa Lena de las Tierras y su Elástica Faz

¿RiuterLabs?

Psst, Cam ¿Pongo esto o no?

#elasticity #riuterlabs #elastic girl #elastic oc #elastic #my oc art #oc #elastic powers #lamia #snaketf

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miserablenights · 8 months ago

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Torre de marfil

Me siento encerrada en una torre de marfil. Siento que todos mis pensamientos, movimientos y sentimientos son controlados por otro ser, que no puedo ser yo, que no tengo libertad, que el aire que respiro se convierte en ceniza y, cuando lo inspiro, me inunda los pulmones y me intoxica. Me pudre por dentro, me infecta, me carcome.

Recuerdo que pocas veces he sido consciente de vivir en la torre, pero supongo que hace mil años que me encerré allí dentro. Supongo que yo misma subí voluntariamente para ver qué había ahí, al otro lado de la realidad, en la orilla de la locura.

Ahora es diferente. si bien es verdad que ha sido a raíz de mis decisiones, siempre desafortunadas (creo que eso no cambiará nunca), nunca imaginé que podría sentirme tan cohibida dentro de una relación. La única persona a la que le permitiría tratarme y atarme así sería a mí misma. Parece que todo lo que estoy viviendo es irreal. Parecía antaño que los monstruos habían desaparecido de mi cabeza, pero estaba equivocada; las sombras siempre quedaron ahí, nunca se fue la oscuridad.

No tengo ninguna esperanza de que se vaya. Sé que seguirá conmigo hasta el final. Solo confiaba en poder sortearla un poco y hacer ver que no existe, pero ella me engulle de vez en cuando y, suspendida en el limbo, me mantengo medio cuerda, pero cada vez me cuesta más salir de ahí y agarrarme a algo real. Me mantengo serena por fuera, pero por dentro sé que soy la misma mierda de siempre, que acabaré cayendo y que a nadie le va a saber mal que yo lo haga. Supongo que mi destino es inevitable, que todo lo que he intentado hacer todos estos años ha sido en vano y que la salida y el final me esperan. Yo no merezco nada. No puedo quitarme estos pensamientos de mi cabeza desde hace años. Ya no sé cómo luchar contra ellos. Ahora sé que aunque los ignore, siguen allí, rompiéndome poco a poco. Bah... ¿a quién pretendo engañar? Ya ni siquiera hay nada que romper. Soy un ente que no tiene sustancia, que se deja llevar, que no procesa nada de lo que pasa a su alrededor. Morí el día en el que este maldito maleficio se tornó en hielo y me helé en él, por los siglos de los siglos seguiré helada, seguiré intacta. No volveré a sentir. Antes sentía. Demasiado. Muchísimo, la vida me dolía, todo me hería, no podía continuar así y decidí congelarme en el tiempo, congelar mi mente y no vivir más allá de los 16 años. Sigo estancada mentalmente en esa edad. Aunque haya madurado por fuera y quizás en mis pensamientos, puesto que ya los puedo procesar y entender mejor, no quiere eso decir que no siga anclada en ese barro y fango que viví a los 16. Algo debió pasar que me de trastocó de tal forma que nunca he vuelto a ser la misma. Parece ahora que hable yo de alguna violación (bueno, hubo un intento, pero no creo que fuera esa la raíz del problema) y también es verdad que fui muy desafortunada en algunas otras cosas como el amor, los estudios y en general el castillo de arena que había construido a esa edad se derrumbó, pero ¿realmente pasó algo tan fuerte como para que mi mente lo borrase y me mantuviera por siempre presa en ese periodo sin desvelarme mis fantasmas? Sí, intenté suicidarme varias veces y sí bebía y me cortaba, vomitaba y hacía dieta a la espera de ser mejor, a la espera de ser más popular, a la espera de volverme bonita. Pero qué estúpida era. Y supongo que sigo siendo porque no ha variado mucho mi pensamiento al respecto... La sociedad no ha cambiado. Ahora, como antaño, me sigo preguntando dónde está mi alma gemela, dónde esta mi amiga, dónde está la felicidad y si seré yo una de las afortunadas que pueda alcanzarla en algún momento.

¿La felicidad está hecha para todos? ¿O solo está al alcance de unos cuantos afortunados? ¿Tendré yo la suerte de siquiera verla aunque sea de lejos?

En estos momentos solo me quiero hundir en el fondo del océano, donde no hay nadie, solo oscuridad, soledad y frío. ¿Cómo se recupera uno de todas las desgracias? ¿Cómo se encuentra a alguien afín que no coarte tu libertad? ¿Cómo debo trabajar en mí para poder recuperarme? Sé que quizás es una locura el pretender volver a ser la niña alegre que era antes del boom, pero de alguna manera lo consigue la gente sin caer en el pozo de locura, ¿no? De alguna manera salen adelante... ¿por qué yo no puedo? ¿Por qué tengo tan pocas fuerzas? ¿Por qué yo no puedo dejarlo y ya?

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ao3feed-xicheng · 11 months ago

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Hada de hielo

by GiftedHakumai Mientras la luz del sol se desliza suavemente sobre su rostro, largas pestañas crean una pequeña sombra semitransparente bajo sus párpados, su semblante serio no se ha movido en el transcurso de las largas tres horas que lleva la reunión de Clanes, a ojos de todos su reputación la precede. “¿Oíste? Al parecer, la joven maestra del Clan Xie visitará la conferencia por primera vez mañana.” “Dicen que es tan hermosa que donde ella va las flores florecen y luego palidecen ante su belleza, su habilidad con la espada equivale a un batallón de soldados y su gracia y delicadeza son incomparables” “¡Bah! ¿Cómo puede ser tal cosa posible? ¿Estás hablando de una princesa o de una oficial celestial? Tal cosa no es posible.” - Al otro extremo del salón, se encontraba Lan Zhan quien observaba con atención a los presentes, su mirada serena se posó por un instante en Xie Lian sus pensamientos calculados se vieron interrumpidos por la abrumadora calidez que otra joven irradiaba a distancia, la cual despertó un ápice de curiosidad latente en su interior, inconscientemente no la había dejado de mirar. Words: 5281, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, M/M Characters: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī, Xiè Lián (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Xiè Lián's Parents (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén, Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín, Mù Qíng (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Fēng Xìn (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Lán Qǐrén, Niè Huáisāng, Niè Míngjué, Jiāng Yànlí, Méi Niànqīng, mentions of Jin GuanShan Relationships: Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Xiè Lián (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Fēng Xìn/Mù Qíng (Tiān Guān Cì Fú), Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín/Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén Additional Tags: Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Genderbending, Crack Treated Seriously, Everyone Is Gay, Eventual Smut, Making Out, Drama & Romance, Don't Like Don't Read, Wei Wuxian ang Hua Cheng do not exist in this one, Cunnilingus, Lesbian Sex, Gay Panic, Other Additional Tags to Be Added via https://ift.tt/tEYT1Xi

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #xicheng #jiang cheng #lan xichen #mdzs #cql

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giancarlonicoli · 1 year ago

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31 mag 2023 19:58

1. “CHI LASCIA LA RAI NON VA MICA SULLE MONTAGNE IN SARDEGNA, SI SPOSTA DOVE HA MERCATO” 2. CHIAMBRETTI TIRA CALCI A FAZIO E FAZISTI VARI E AVARIATI CHE DENUNCIANO TELE-MELONI: “NON SENTO VENTICELLI AUTORITARI. NESSUNO È STATO CACCIATO. NESSUNO È RIMASTO DISOCCUPATO" 3. "VEDO CHE IN GIRO CI SONO AGENTI MOLTO EFFICIENTI CHE RIESCONO A GARANTIRE SPAZI CONFORTEVOLI AI PROPRI ASSISTITI. IO, QUANDO FUI FATTO FUORI DALLA RAI, RIMASI FERMO DUE ANNI. NESSUNO SI INDIGNÒ O SCESE IN PIAZZA, MA NON È CHE MI SENTISSI UN MARTIRE - ELLY SCHLEIN DOVEVA SÌ ATTACCARE LA DESTRA, MA ANCHE TENERE UNITE LE DUE ALI DEL SUO PARTITO. IN QUESTO MOMENTO MI PARE INVECE CHE SIA LA MIGLIOR COMPAGNA DI LOTTA DI GIORGIA MELONI'' – VIDEO

Estratto dell'articolo di Andrea Malaguti per “La Stampa”

«Alla mia età mi sento come la Vanoni». Una donna? «No, una persona serena e in pace col mondo, che riesce a guardare le cose con distacco e può dire liberamente quello che gli passa per la testa».

Anche quando si parla di Rai, Mediaset, pensiero unico e lottizzazione? «Soprattutto». Chissà se Ornella Vanoni è davvero pacificata, ma Piero Chiambretti, il bambino più adulto della tv italiana, sembra a due passi dal Nirvana. Invidiabile.

«Oggi mi sento proprio a posto. Ho ricevuto un sacco di messaggi pieni di affetto. Vuole dire che ho seminato bene». Ha firmato un nuovo contratto? «No, è il mio compleanno. Sono 67. Il WhatsApp di mia figlia Margherita mi ha spappolato il cuore».

[…]

Piero Chiambretti, con una tessera in tasca si lavora meglio in tv?

«Bella domanda. Soprattutto perché ha tante risposte».

La prima che le viene in mente?

«La prima che mi viene in mente sono due. Se ce l'hai fatichi meno a lavorare, direi. Ma direi anche che se non ce l'hai, se sei un cane sciolto, hai il vantaggio che magari lavori anche quando cambiano i governi».

Diciamo che nella tv pubblica è meglio essere amici degli amici?

«Diciamo che la tv e la politica vanno a braccetto da sempre e che non c'è nulla di nuovo sul fronte occidentale, anche se oggi molti scappano dando l'impressione di farne una questione di principio».

E invece?

«Non vanno sulle montagne in Sardegna, si spostano più semplicemente dove hanno mercato per continuare a fare il proprio lavoro».

È un pizzino per Fazio?

«Ma figuriamoci. La tv è da sempre una specie di Grand Hotel pieno di gente che va e gente che viene».

Salvini ha salutato quelli che sono andati via da Rai3 con un velenoso Belli Ciao.

«Bah, un tempo la televisione spostava i voti. Nel 1994 successe con Berlusconi, che passò rapidamente da imprenditore a primo ministro. Poi questa forza di persuasione si è affievolita. D'altra parte se la tv fosse tutta di sinistra la destra non avrebbe vinto le elezioni».

Vero, ma Salvini e Belli Ciao?

«È di cattivo gusto usare Bella Ciao in questo modo. Rende omaggio a quei partigiani che morivano davvero per la nostra libertà. Mi pare una mancanza di rispetto nei loro confronti usarla così superficialmente».

Lo sente il venticello autoritario di cui tanto si discute?

«No. Io faccio tv da decenni e anche negli anni d'oro di Rai3, di cui sono stato fondatore (e me ne vanto), la lottizzazione era codificata. Rai1 alla Dc, Rai2 ai socialisti, Rai3 alla sinistra. Sono giusto cambiati i colori».

La Rai si sta impoverendo?

«Tutto può essere. Ma, da quello che leggo, chi se n'è andato lo ha fatto per scelta. Non è stato cacciato nessuno. E nessuno è rimasto disoccupato. Mi sembra difficile parlare di censure».

Di che cosa parlerebbe?

«Vedo che in giro ci sono agenti molto efficienti che riescono a garantire spazi confortevoli ai propri assistiti. Io, quando fui fatto fuori dalla Rai, rimasi fermo due anni. Nessuno si indignò o scese in piazza, ma non è che mi sentissi un martire. Piuttosto noto con dispiacere che in Italia gli ideali sono meno importanti degli interessi».

Chi fu a cacciare lei?

«Non ricordo l'esecutore».

Il mandante?

«Si disse Berlusconi. Che poi però mi ha chiamato a Mediaset, dove sono in piena sintonia con Piersilvio. Lavoro lì da dodici anni, dopo averne fatti quindici in Rai».

Ci resta a Mediaset?

«Spero di sì. Abbiamo dei progetti».

Ha mai votato per il Cavaliere?

«Mai. E neanche fatto una festa dell'Unità».

È vero che il suo primo provino in Rai, nel 1982, lo fece in mutande?

«Sì, avevo capito come sarebbe finita».

Mi pare che sia andata di lusso.

«Oggi sono una persona serena, senza conti in sospeso. A 67 anni sono un uomo libero, un privilegio a cui tanti si sottraggono. Ma la libertà di pensiero esiste. Poi, certo, bisogna trovare il pensiero».

Bello. Ma tornerei brevemente alle mutande. Che cosa le saltò in testa?

«Volevo rompere gli schemi e suscitare una reazione. Mi trovai in una stanza con sette funzionari di altissimo profilo e dissi: scusate, non ho sentito la sveglia e sono dovuto uscire di casa in fretta, avevo anche il pianoforte ma è rimasto incastrato nell'ascensore».

Reazione?

«Nessuna. Un silenzio tombale. Ma nella loro testa evidentemente restò qualcosa. Tipo: ma tu guarda questo demente».

Come andò la storia del bavaglio a Cossiga?

«Era il 1992. Facevo il Portalettere. Era tutto improvvisato. Il Quirinale mi disse: se vuole incontrare il presidente si trovi alla Casina Valadier alle 15. Andai convinto che fosse uno scherzo e mi portai il bavaglio da dargli. Capii che era tutto vero solo quando vidi muoversi i cespugli».

Scoiattoli di Villa Borghese?

«Agenti dei servizi. Poi arrivarono anche gli elicotteri».

Oggi lo porterebbe un bavaglio a Mattarella?

«Mattarella è un santo, è l'unto del Signore. Dunque va trattato di conseguenza».

Ovvero?

«Si è sacrificato per la collettività accettando un altro settennato. Forse meriterebbe in regalo due biglietti per Miami».

E un bavaglino a Ignazio La Russa?

«Ma no. La Russa fa parte di un mondo nostalgico che ancora accompagna la politica e, nel bene e nel male, accende dibattiti. Per la tv è utilissimo».

Fuori dalla tv è altrettanto utile?

«Bisognerebbe fare questa domanda a Meloni: La Russa è un uomo di Stato o è meglio sapere in che stato è? Personalmente mi fa molto ridere».

[…]

De Filippi o Fiorello?

«Due superprofessionisti che fanno cose molto diverse. Impossibile scegliere».

Crozza o Frassica?

«Scelgo Frassica, perché con lui ho un rapporto quasi fraterno. Ma anche qui siamo di fronte a due stili molto diversi. Uno politico ed estremo, l'altro più surreale».

Schlein o Meloni?

«Schlein devo ancora capirla. Ma il suo arrivo a sorpresa non mi pare abbia dato la scossa attesa. Avrebbe dovuto affidarsi al fattore attak».

Qualunque cosa voglia dire.

«Vuole dire che doveva sì attaccare la destra, ma anche tenere unite le due ali del suo partito. In questo momento mi pare invece che sia la miglior compagna di lotta di Meloni».

La quale?

«Ha le carte in regola per tenere a bada la sua cordata».

Occhio, per avere difeso la premier Arisa è stata riempita di contumelie.

«Altro segno della confusione che regna sotto il cielo. Come si fanno ad attaccare i fascisti se poi ci si comporta come loro?».

A Discovery andrebbe?

«Sono un professionista. Sono stato in tutte le reti. Non vedo perché no».

In 45 anni di televisione chi è il più bravo che ha visto?

«Risposta difficile. A istinto dico gli artisti ospiti del teatro cabaret di Torino. Da Troisi a Teocoli. Allora non c'erano follower, per avere successo dovevi portare qualcuno in sala. Erano pazzeschi. E sono rimasti inarrivabili».

La sua battuta più bella?

«Il mio sogno nel cassetto? Stare nel cassetto».

Chiambretti, le manca la Rai?

«L'ho sempre detto che vorrei finire la mia carriera in Rai. Da bastian contrario, nel momento in cui tutti scappano io potrei tornare».

Ci sta dando una notizia?

«Era solo una battuta».

Sa imitare Pino Insegno?

«Perché?».

Magari aiuta.

piersilvio berlusconi chiambretti piero chiambretti a ibiza piero chiambretti con francesca cipriani piersilvio berlusconi chiambretti

«In effetti no».

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crisalizmo · 2 months ago

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❛ Ridículo yo... mira quien lo dice — se queja y niega con cierta molestia sin quitarle la mirada de encima ❛ Estás aquí porque aparentemente no recuerdas nada y no confías en tu cabecita loca — señala parte del cuerpo en el contrario, sintiendo que tiene un punto a su favor aunque no siente que le sirva de algo ya ❛ ¿Sabes algo? Yo soy quien debería preguntarte cómo es que terminaste así… ¿qué tal si te hubiese pasado algo malo eh? Menos mal te encontré — reproche que tal vez no es necesario, pero realmente se preocupo por él y es la la única manera que encuentra en ese momento de hacérselo saber, reclamando ❛ Debiste ir a tomar tu baño, tal vez eso podría aclarar tus recuerdos — continúa jugando con pensamientos ajenos, bah, que realmente no ha sido nada del otro mundo ¿o si? Todo dependía del significado que quisiera darle Tawan, debería solo mencionarle lo ocurrido y terminar con todo este misterio. Quería irse, dejar de discutir con él porque a pesar de sentir esa sensación extraña de gustarle pelear con el contrario, en el fondo sabía que llegaría un punto en que quizá terminarían odiándose, no obstante, esas palabras le hicieron permanecer un poco más allí... ¿era importante para él? Observa la cara del contrario cuando este la señala, probablemente piensa que el hecho de traer encima algo asqueroso lo hace más valiente y con derechos ¿de qué? Ming no sabe con exactitud ❛ ¿Y cómo piensas hacer para saber que no te miento? — frunce el ceño por unos segundos para luego retomar actitud serena ❛ Me pediste que me quedara contigo, que no te dejara solo y eso hice, te cuide hasta que te quedaste dormido. Ya, fue todo — se encoge de hombros esperando expresión de fastidio por parte de Taiwan ahora que no había revelado gran cosa ❛ Y si me hubieses corrido, me habría quedado de todas formas. ¡Ah! y no nos besamos por si te quedó la duda, yo prefiero besar a alguien en sus cinco sentidos y no en ese estado en el que estabas tú, tampoco me creas un aprovechado ni tú tan afortunado —

hace rodar sus ojos, sin poder creer que ha dicho eso cuando él está ahí plantado frente a él pidiendo respuestas. '' ¿qué no voy a creerte? veo que ahora el rídiculo eres tú '' bufa '' si no creería en tus palabras, no estaría aquí preguntándote esto, ming '' y esta vez, suena algo serio. su cabeza insiste en que está arriesgándose, así que por eso tiene la esperanza ( si es que le confesó su sentir al contrario ), de que el otro le fuera sincero sobre lo que le dijo esa noche; si ming tan solo no le quiere corresponder, ya le hubiera mentido con algo diferente, ¿no?. al menos es lo que quiere creer. '' mira, que luego de este medicamento debería estar tomando un baño de sales pero aquí me tienes '' ¿qué no lo puede ver de esa manera?. ¿o es que se ha ganado esa reputación juguetona que no puede el masculino tomarle en serio?. '' le tomo importancia porque me es importante '' le responde así de simple, cómo si fuera la tabla del uno. pero es que también le era difícil para él, pues su acompañante ha podido seguirle el ritmo con esos comentarios coquetos que a veces ya no sabe si son reales o si el citron está romeando con todo eso. '' ya, basta de rodeos '' de bromas que ya no sabe si ocultan alguna verdad o no. así que en ese momento, por su bien, no debía distraerse por tales comentarios. '' vine hasta aquí a buscarte porque quiero respuestas y punto '' y alza su brazo derecho, apuntando con índice diestro nuevamente al ungüento en su cara. ¡joder! que se ha atrevido a salir así y buscarle, ¿qué no puede darse cuenta?. '' y no te atrevas a mentirme '' después de eso último, cruza sus brazos, dándole a entender que no se iría hasta obtener lo que quería.

#nnaranjadulce #. interacción ❪ liu ming ❫#. conversación ❪ con tawan ❫#tawan & ming #estoy tratando de hacer gifs de xiaojun serio pero no hay; no existen jajaja #qué intenso todo esto; amo aquí (8

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smoulderingocean · 5 years ago

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I hate Serena even more than I hate Fred and I hope she rots in prison even more than I hope he does.

#the handmaid's tale #maybe i wouldn't feel this way if the show didn't constantly minimize her utterly horrible actions like violently raping a pregnant woman #but alas they seem to forget that among many other vile things #she is equally as bad as fred #being a woman doesn't change that in the least #sadly i doubt the show will handle this properly #they don't have her atone for anything she's done like planning a terrorist attack or marrying nick off to a teenager or slapping rita #i hate fred too don't get me wrong but the show doesn't pretend he's anything he's not unlike they do with serena #it's frustrating as fuck that they still don't call her a kidnapper when she is #she gets more screen time when it comes to the baby compared to both her parents #it's particularly enraging because nick hasn't had any time to deal with being apart from holly #and rita too hasn't been given time to miss her even though she's the main reason she got out #this show has fucked up priorities #june and nick and rita should be the ones to take down fred #they should be the ones getting to focus on holly #they should be the main focus of the show through their resistance work #bah #i had such high hopes coming into s3 but i'm continually disappointed by the season as it progresses

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altersspace · 10 days ago

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Self-Indulgent alter pack.

Serena from Pokémon XY introject.

୧ Name(s): Serena, Nene, River, Poppy.

୧ Pronouns : She / Them / Xem / Cy / Bow / Pink / Show / Star / Mic / Sing / 🎀 / ✨ / 🍰 / 🌸 / 🍓/ 🎤

୧ Age : 17

୧ Gender(s): Idolgender, feminine-aligned gender expression.

୧ Orientation: Aroace Lesbian.

୧ Species: Human.

୧ Transids: Transfennekin, transadored, permablush transmarysue, transtics, transneufem.

୧ Cis ids: Cis idol, cis ADHD, cis owner.

୧ Associated song: Pika Girl - S3rl

୧ Source: Pokémon XY / Pokémon XYZ.

୧ Sign-off: 🎀 , 🎀🎤 , 🎀✨

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theslqueen · 2 years ago

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I'm Blue (Dah Bah Dee Dah)

Mesh Body: Maitreya V5.3 (2750L)

Mesh Head: Genus Strong Gift 001

Shape: Personally made by me

Skin: Alter - Amber Skin (1 L - Marketplace)

Ponytail: Shego Eva Blk

Hairbase: B. Chelsea Hairbase

Nails: 1990 Pride Croc Set

Dress: Blueberry - Decade Dress (20L Group Fee)

Shoes: Scandalize.VivianHeels (20L Group Fee)

Earrings: Swallow Chic Earrings (1L - Marketplace)

Purse: RUVER-Bag::Jay

Choker: [ LA SERENA ] Semplicita Choker

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bloodredx · 2 years ago

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Day 15: Reality

This form need not wax poetic on the nature of reality. Such things have flown far from any coops known the land within. This form spends time behind all that, behind and away from reality. Fantasy. A place without meaning. Nothingness. Everything. But this form alone can visit and this form alone stays. No longer frequently. But time does not exist there. This form loses notions. Forgets. Remains. But it is comforting still…

Though, should thou be able to, really take a look at the threads, the lovely red silks that bind all realms, all layers, all things. Interconnected and stuck, woven like a spider web. One need not look far to see who and what they affect. Though, it seems with each passing day such talent is fewer and farther between. To feel and be felt. Such is bliss.

Often, the Beloved come up to this form, caressing close with their wings and dust of scales to kiss the air. So many whispers of discontent in each flake, that everything contained within this happen stance is meaningless, cruel, and uncaring. And it is. But that should not dissuade the Precious Living. They are granted the optimum blessing, the one force this form still cannot comprehend. Life. And to squander it, so wasteful. What more meaning does one need? Thou art alive. That should be enough.

Serena wiped the blood from her mouth, clearing the red fog from clouding her mind with the action. Weakly, she looked at the fluid, quickly hardening on the back of her hand. It was clotting quickly, drying now exposed to air and the cold. She licked it away, returning the hood of her cloak over her head. How boorish, to be scuttling around so. Briefly, she looked back at the corpse on the ground, feeling a squirming of emotions battling out inside her chest. On one hand, a man, not needing to be executed. But on the other, a predator in his own right. The visions of the red fog only cemented her choice, the guilt evaporating quickly. It seemed to run faster each night, a realization that forced her to pause. Monster I am, though monstrous I need not be. May Adamsa Frisay take you home. The prayer finished, she kicked the corpse down into a ravine. It landed somewhere below with an inelegant thud.

“Not the most graceful ceremony.” A voice perked up from the shadows, the stiff creaking of limbs of trees. She could barely interpret the words. So strange, despite hearing it spoken all around.

“Functional… best.” The words even weirder on her own tongue. Tasted like they didn’t belong. But a necessary evil. Part of survival. “Agreement, not in? Arthur?”

“Don’t forget the conjugation.” The old dryad’s face smiled, a hint of his cheeky youth, as he switched back to her native tongue. The language that had all but been written out of the history books. But trees never forget. “You’ll get it in time, blossom.” The teacher in him hadn’t died, even after all this time. Seemed like other parts had though.

Relief washed over her at hearing Ancient Glacidean. To know the language had changed so much while she had served her punishment. The only path now was forward. “Time is something I am in excess of it seems. Though patience might be dwindling.”

“Practice makes perfect.” A slight frown crossed his face as he looked over the edge of the precipice they were on. “Though some talents, I think you have down pat. I certainly didn’t teach you that.”

“Survival is tantamount now.” She adjusted the cloak on her shoulders, not from cold however. “Will this be a lecture, or simple judgement?”

“Ah, expecting such cruelties? You of all people should know that I am not one to judge on feeding alone.” The bark on his face creaking with motion. “Ambition lurks deep. Being a creature doesn’t quite suit you.”

Her brow furrowed as she tried again. “Sufficient. Time being.”

“Bah, you haven’t been one to sit still in over two decades. I can only imagine what the centuries of stasis have done to your constantly wandering mind.”

Turning away, she began to walk towards the tree line. She had no answer for him, the time spent staked in place… she didn’t want to discuss. “My purpose is not defined any longer. Such things were destroyed, along with the rest of this country. A parasite, nothing more.”

The old dryad merely laughed, following her footsteps through the snow. “You’re right. There is no purpose for you, your highness.” Placing a hand on her shoulder, squeezing tightly. “The crown is gone, and so is everything you’ve ever known. Perhaps then, it might be time for you to choose your own road. Finally be the one in control instead of following destinies planned before you ever chose to breathe.”

No response came, Serena instead opting to turn her eyes to the ground before her as she walked. He makes it sound so easy. And perhaps it is. But all the same. Serena tutted her tongue, frustrated none of this Modern Glacidean had quite the words she needed. Instead, opting for whispering “Future. Bringing.”

Without waiting for a response she vanished from sight, leaving only the rustle of leaves in the scrub to denote her presence was ever there. Arthur shook his head, leaning against a pine for both support and conversation. “Poor girl. She’ll get out of her head eventually. Not this night, huh?”

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