#vulgar language *

[evelili]

i suggest: a trixie

do not serve this mare woman

[eyedruple]

I don’t even know anymore

[transcendragon]

Variations on Anon Hate - so @willgrahamscock got this super long and somewhat incoherent piece of bigoted anon hate. It took me like 4 different screenshots to get it all, so I decided to make several variations based on the different screenshots. The one with the flame is the only one that uses all the screenshots. Well, that one and the duck. I only use my own photos, so please credit me if you re-use.

Image descriptions are in alt if you have any trouble with reading them.

Bonus other nasty comments I saw recently that I decided to fix:

[moomoosum]

Whumptober no.23 Broken Pedestal/ Forced Choice

It's not supposed to look like this.  

The young student and a government official is, or rather was, a proper kind of bachelor despite his mixed heritage. Where nature granted him short, unfortunate height and sickly pale, thin skin it also gifted him intellect, healthy marrow of a mind and enchanting, intensely blue eyes resting on the slim face, under the hair so light it looked white. Ryszard Sanchez is a person that one of a narrow dictionary would call "a good catch". But he is much more, a promising biochemist, a young Education Ministry worker, a man on a stage, the sturdy base underneath the law and the Leader and the whole System itself. Perfect cog in a machine.  

Why is he looking at me like that? Did I do something wrong? Perhaps it's a shyness of a newlywed groom. 

--- 

Z-029 never wanted to marry but unfortunate political circumstances suggested it would be much more comfortable for his position to become a husband. A caring partner of a sweet wife, a rotting, wide opened bitch that deserved nothing but a sense of nauseous disgust. He couldn't stand the softness of her cheek as she leaned to kiss him during the celebration, neither the way her gaze was filled with naïve adoration. The way they spoke about her was equally disgusting. A loving spouse? A swine showmanship. A future mother? A container for his seed. A second half? An affliction. His own hands simply ached to grab fistful of those golden strands and pull them roughly until the body hit the floor. Then he did what he knew best, what his father did on him and on his mother. He sat on Dianne's chest and gripped her throat. Tightly.  

[ask-the-edge-of-evolution]

Prologue - Introduction

The journey through the depths of the dark forest have brought a wave of disquietude and regret. Taking a form of realization that it wasn't the most pleasant of ideas to simply wonder through the mysterious woods without a sort of map. Albeit, the conscious of understanding came by rather late. Alas, the only bright side to this circumstance is the moon's shimmering light, seeping through the bustling leaves. As its moonlight decently assists on providing enough, to be able to see through the trees and take sight of the surroundings. Well… It is sorta something good. It is at least better than to be stranded in complete darkness.

Unfortunately, there is still no sign of a clearing, nor a path that would aide to leaving from this vexatious of an area. Before you could sigh in sheer defeat, a voice ahead could be heard. Or, moreso to speak, the tone of a multitude of voices can be heard nearby. It sounded as if a group of Pokémon were up ahead.  Mayhaps a search party? After all, it has been long since one has departed into the forest. One could assume that the group could be campers. But… Why would anyone choose to pitch a camp so deep into the forest? It isn't ideally safe.

Curious… Without a second thought, you've begun walking down the grassy path, scattered with twisted twigs and bundled leaves. Each step leading to a sort of 'CRUNCH' sound. While it may not be the most difficult to avoid these little "obstacles", it does provide such inconveniences when needing to take slower steps. After all, it may be best to not cause any sort of noise that would bring a sudden alarm to whomever is speaking up ahead.

As you have journeyed furthered in, it was then you were able to hear the voices more clearly. Not only that, but finally you could see who these group of Pokémon may be. It was then you've decided to inch closer in. Yet, also creating a sort of distance, as one does not wish to intrude into the group's conversation. In a way, someone may assume that you could be hiding, simply to eavesdrop onto whatever topic is being spoken about. Whether this may be true or not, it simply depends.

"Grrrrr… I am sick of these dud forests!", The Flareon growled in sheer frustration, seemingly having enough with whatever circumstance he may be in. The emerald blades from beneath the creature's paws would spark into trickle of flames. "This is the SEVENTH-- I repeat SEVENTH fucking forest we've been to! There is not a damn sight of them!".

Then, a four-tailed Espeon had made an approach to the clearly enraged Flareon. Calmly and gently, they would softly nudge the Flareon's paw away from the ignited grass. Then, they would stomp onto it, to cease the flames. This is to prevent the fire from spreading and potentially causing the forest from going into a blazing mess. "Oh dearest younger brother. There is no need to let such anger consume you.", The Espeon grant a faint smile, as their tone spoke with serenity. The Espeon hummed, letting their head brush against the Flareon's mane. Although they quickly recoil, after feeling the intense heat emitting from the fur. Unfortunate that an embrace couldn't be an option, as the flare of the Flareon's anger had cause his body to increase in heat. "--We wouldn't want such incident to happen again, Susu~."

It was then the Flareon would snap their neck, full attention set to the Espeon. He didn't seem the utmost please with that last sentence. "That is NOT my name!". He says as he huff out a puff of smoke through his nostrils. "And you fucking know this, Shinichiro! So quit acting like you are mightier than the rest, asshole.".

The Espeon would have their ears flick up in shock. A paw would be lifted up, setting it near their mouth as they release an exasperated gasp. "Ah, but I hold no ill-intent, dearest little brother! I only wish to ice your flames, as you needeth to know that neither of us wish to temper the residents! Must I bring mention to last time?". Their brow would furrow, undelighted at the memory. They hope to avoid such similar situation from happening again."I only ask that, for once, you quail your anger for a change."

The Flareon sigh, both in defeat and annoyance. He would open his mouth to speak, unsuccessfully so, as a darken Vaporeon would grumpily utter these words. "Yaketsuku, just shut up and piss off already. Some of us just want to sleep and not hear your raging rants for the billionth time.". His words was rather bold and venomous in tone. Seeming to have quite enough with this Flareon's outburst. Mayhaps not the first instance of such reaction. "I've grown sick of the shit you spew all the time. For once just shut up."

Seems like it wasn't the right choice words for this Vaporeon, as it set off a fuse at the Flareon. Already grabbing his full attention and being barked at with quite a plentiful of choice words. Much to the annoyance of the Vaporeon, as all he wanted was for the yelling to be brought to an immediate halt. But alas, the Vaporeon now has to argue back with a screaming bomb.

Amidst through the chaos of back and forth arguing, the Eevee would slowly approach their way towards the Leafeon and Glaceon duo. Both of which are doing their darnest to ignore the bickering. The monochromic Eevee would raise up a paw and tap on the Glaceon's shoulder, as if trying to catch their attention. "Hey, um…"

As the Glaceon's attention would face towards the Eevee, the Leafeon would follow suit. Neither of which spoke. The Leafeon seem to quiver a bit in fright, while the other would stare at the Eevee with a questionable look. There would be a nod and then an ear would twitched from the Glaceon, as if giving a sign that they have heard. And yet, choose not to grant a respond via vocal communication. 

Without hesitation, his scarlet orbs would adjust themselves to gaze at your direction. To even make it more apparent, the Eevee would point a paw towards you. "There is someone there… They're--"…

As nosy as they appear, the Jolteon would sprung from behind the Eevee. "Friend? Friend!", He borked in flourishing excitement. Without a moment to lose, the Jolteon would bolt towards your direction, all thanks to the Eevee directing their paw to your location. Without a moment to lose, the Jolteon would pounce onto you, beaming in the most joyous of manner! As nosy as they appear, the Jolteon would sprung from behind the Eevee. "Friend? Friend!", He borked in flourishing excitement. Without a moment to lose, the Jolteon would bolt towards your direction, all thanks to the Eevee directing their paw to your location. Without a moment to lose, the Jolteon would pounce onto you, beaming in the most joyous of manner!

And, well… Thanks to the Jolteon's loud and very sudden outburst, it had managed to attract the attention of the rest. Almost all seem to have their eyes set onto you. A few staring with neutrality, a couple annoyed with your presence, two who have not spoken seem to not be intrigued with you being here, and one seemingly interested yet also curious of your existence.

< Now that you have been noticed, what will you do? >

[ask-a-gotham-mortician]

[stabbyapologist]

Sometimes I forget that the entire world doesn't casually swear because I had a customer censor herself and bleep out the word "damn"from her vocabulary; but I'm over here dropping "fuck" like it's bird seed.

[vyctorianbyron]

On the origins of a word "vulgar"" and, why it is considered negative. Vulgar, comes from Vulgar Latin. Which was the Latin spoken by the common people of the late Roman empire. It originally meant, "common", "ordinary" or "low(er class)". Thus "vulgar" is a word that rich elitists, and elitist wannabes have used to shame the poor for being poor, dating to back before the fall of Rome! The modern meaning has more to do with morality, but that is likely due to the centuries long association between the upper class and strict morality / the laws they were in charge of enforcing. Which also helps to enforce the just world fallacy. Which then feeds into the false association between having wealth being moral and it becomes cyclical at that point.

[diario-semi-intimo]

Tengo miedo... Tanto que me dan ataques de pánico.

Estoy tan cerrada a confiar.

No sé si no confío en él, o en mi voluntad de confiar en él.

Pienso que cualquier acción mala la puede hacer. Incluso me imagino la acción.

No confío porque siento cosas fuertes por él.

No quiero darle la oportunidad a nadie de lastimarme... Engañarme.

No quiero perder mi tiempo tampoco. Siento que me queda poco.

No quiero perder mi tiempo pensando que lo pierdo y no vivir... Con un 0.1% de que sea mi compañero de vida. Mi espíritu aventurero me traiciona, pero mi desconfianza y razón me condenan.

Necesitaría la sub expansión de soltar y dejar ir. Porque si bien solté el pasado con sus tristezas, también lo hizo con los rencores... Mi ser ya no acarrea lo negativo.

Pero tampoco deja entrar oportunidades. No tiene ganas de acarrear cosas nuevas. Tiene miedo a todo.

Ya me perdí en todo esto. Mi cabeza es así... Y juro que todo esto lo pensaba y lit escribía en el momento. Tengo ese don. Pero a lo que voy es que, nada de esto lo había pensado antes o ensayado prebiame, fue natural.

En fin, tengo miedo a darle paso a mí conocer.

Y para ser vulgarmente explícitos; siento la cabeza ahí nomás, rozándome los labios y chicos, tengo que admitir que parece que tengo gloss de lo resbalosa que ando.

°no editado aun

[stabby-apologist]

Lmfao tongue fu😂

As a huge fan of humorous wordplay, this tickles my humorous bone 🦴 💚💜

hey boy don't kill yourself. green's dictionary of slang is available online and allows you to explore 500 years of english vulgarity. you can search by part of speech, source, time period, etymology, and usage. there's a whole category for gay slang. they even have specific citations listed so you can see the exact context for yourself. boy did you know that in 1927 "to kneel at the altar" was slang for "to sodomize"

[ask-the-edge-of-evolution]

hold up did i hear the flareon guy has flees?....... _*starts backing away from the flare*_

"I DON'T HAVE FUCKING FLEES!!". Yaketsuku snarled, as his voice became louder than a snoring Exploud. It would seem like that he didn't took the comment pretty well.

[pulsarex]

There’s a saying I’ve sometimes seen in the RGU fandom that you can’t truly hate Akio until you realize that he’d get to you too. But what is he even supposed to do with me? Get on all fours and sob “pweashe papa pweashe put your weewee in my cunny 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 ”????

[enhastars]

THE RED ROOM જ⁀➴  A PARK SUNGHOON FANFICTION

SYNOPSIS ! Y/n had no idea what was in store for her when she applied to work at the most successful restaurant chain in Korea; L'atelier Rouge. She was fresh out of school, desperate, and needing a job and Sunghoon was right there to give her one. There was one small detail left out of the application form, however, and it left Y/n itching to find out the truth-- why so many people disappeared around the same time as their grand evening parties. What was really going on behind the scenes of such a shady business? And how does Sunghoon always manage to keep his commerce afloat? Welcome to The Red Room. We hope you enjoy your stay.

FEATURING — PARK SUNGHOON x FEMALE READER

GENRE! thriller, horror, murder mystery, there are mild mentions of cannibalism and gore, i'm sorry!! sunghoon is terrifying but he's actually the good guy in the end, mentions of drug use, criminal activity, and abuse.

WARNINGS! NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. viewer discretion is advised.

STATUS! ONGOING , sporadic updates

ᯓ★ AUTHOR NOTE hey this fic is definitely not pretty 😭 it's not my usual, but I found this idea in my drafts from 3 years ago and i decided to make it enhypen based! i initially got inspired when i watched documentaries of billionaire life styles & the fucked up shit they do, and this is merely to highlight these real life horrors and not to promote them! i do not condone anything that occurs in this fic, and nothing said or done reflects the members in real life. this is purely fiction. hope you enjoy it! :D

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CHAPTER ONE — NUIT ÉTOILÉE

CHAPTER TWO — PÉTILLANTE

CHAPTER THREE — EFFRAYER

CHAPTER FOUR — RÊVEUSE

++ more to come!