Arthur and the Knights of Justice layered drip https://youtu.be/gjbWDjzTM0A?si=_HwgwX82bA8GZI_a

veru i think is strangly her last sog did me and veru live in the same cityhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uvgi7P97lu0

I love it because the fans will start making anime with better plots than the actual animes when the tech gets better. The fans are more creative. I see all the isekai anime fakes on tiktok and some of them have good plots. Though I don't want ai in actual anime. Like a mix. But, fans making anime with AI I fuck with. I hope ai gets better so I can have more isekai slop. What if a wizard gets hold of the ai that know what we want that could be fun.

I wonder do people still not believe in God when the epstein files are in there face? For those that think homosexuality and trans is something worth fighting for and think it's the key to a better future. Just know the elites love your little simple ass. They play in your face. Think Lil Nas X they show you who face you spitting in when you indulge in homosexuality. Everybody think it's about defiance and think it's cool. My sweet child. That's what they want you to think. How long will souls suffer for coolness. To me it's like a disease people will forsake themselves for a cool point. And, people love being defiant to God because there pussy hurt. I get it my pussy hurt once upon a time to and I didn't believe in any God it all just seemed confusing and fake. So I crashed out spiritually and made a effort to escape reality with my own beliefs. That's when I got schizophrenia and I realized something other exists here and it's in my way. I learned God must exist because there is seperate intelligence to these voices so it clicked to me spiritually is not fake. Cause how could I see what I don't know exists. The voices saw and brung it to my attention and awareness little did they know I loved learning about my darkness I was a blind narcissist anyway I have to much faith to quit on myself. They wanted me to be consumed by darkness but that won't happen that shit is icky. I'd rather be tortured and die because I'm like a moth drawn to the light the moth doesn't care about it's well being it is just enamored with the light source. I just wanna be as close as I can before I eventually die. I focus on Jesus and the truth. I live by my tattoo let your faith be bigger than your fears. Plus I'm retarded like I said I am a moth who only wishes to be close to the light no matter what it costs him. Schizophrenia made me realize I need protection. Narcissists grandiose beliefs made me realize I want to be in God hands. The sadness accompanying a embryo in it's own hands is woeful. But people will never know that they have big egos and attachments they neither want to crush there ego's or give up there attachments. They want some type of control even in the afterlife. I just want to surrender these attachments and ego to Jesus. The afterlife only has to be one thing for me. That it is a extension of God goodness. Because what I find fun is being good. So if the old fun dies it's ok so I can become good and perfect I will be happy because my dream is to be good and incorruptible. Fun doesn't matter. I hate corruption. Jesus is real why you think they ban artists from saying Jesus in there contracts. I have no pride in my abilities I don't know about yall but I'm choosing to go home by having Jesus in my life. I think people who don't acknowledge God and demons exist are fools. Just my take though. Don't mind the crazy man. I don't want abilities I don't want power I trust that there's no need for power because God true power rests on us. Jesus never called us to climb higher he called us to go lower the mark of discipline isn't power it's humility. What shall I seek but his goodness. Retarded and determined Moth man signing off.

“Shut up and leave the man be.” Another voice boomed out from the cell across from Kathos. It belonged to Ka’taarka, the Orc Beserker. The other slaved booed the guard and threw their waste buckets at him as he stormed off in embarrassment “Kathos.” The Orc called out. “What troubles a champion these days?” he asked with a chuckle, the other slaves laughed softly. Kathos, let out a small laugh, “Nothing. I got blood in my eye and need a good fucking.” The prisoners laughed and howled in response. “So long as the Mighty Kathos is ok.” Ka’taarka stated. “I’m fine. I’m…” everyone leaned in waiting for what he had to say, but another guard came in and interrupted the talk, “Kathos. Get yourself cleaned up. You will be escorted to your wet-prize shortly.” The prisoners howled again in praise of their hero. Kathos was handed a large bucked of hot water and the guard walked off. Kathos slowly poured the water over himself. “Kathos.” The Orc called out once more, “If you get a thick one, make sure you slap her ass for me.” Everyone laughed and shook their cages. Several guards came back to escort him to his wet-prize. The moon was half-full, the stars bright, and the people were merrily drunk in the streets. Some people recognized him as he was being escorted, “Ares favors the Mighty Kathos! Cheers to our bloody titan!” People cheered out and toasted. He smiled lightly in response. He arrived at the doors of a two story building, where the chatter of the upper class could be hear. The doors opened and Kathos was greeted by a woman servant, “Thank you guards, you won’t be need from here. Lord Arkus will send for you when necessary.” She courtly stated. The guards bowed in response then left. The kind lady daintily weaved her arm around his, then led him through the doors. Inside was a lavish party, decorations made of gold and fine materials as always. Lord Arkus was always one to throw the liveliest of parties. People danced and told stories, some engaged in small talk, several groups of people were having sex in front of everyone. Lord Arkus, the rich man who owned the colleseum and blessed his fight, stumbled and frolliced over to Kathos. The smell of wine was intense on this aristocrat, “Kathos, you mad ox. Come to enjoy the celebration I see.” Arkus leaned against the muscled titan, and ran his hand against Kathos’ stomach to his chest,” have you finally decided to enjoy the pleasures of a man. I could show you a thing or two.” Kathos wiped Arkus’ hand from his body “No Thank You.” The rich man’s face reddened, but before he cold say anything, “Lord Arkus, it is a well-known fact that our beast champion loves to indulge in the flesh of women.” It was Ab-dallah, and he led both Kathos and the woman servant away before anything else could be said. “Some day Kathos, I will enjoy those muscles against me!” Arkus said before gulping the last of his wine. “Apologies, Kathos. Seems that Lord Arkus refuses to give up on mounting your flesh. Don’t let that spoil your appetite though, I’ve brought your favorite this time.” Kathos’ chest enlarged to that last statement Ab-dallah had made. Before arriving at another door, Ab-dallah shooed the woman servant away. “Kathos, I sense a certain trouble about you. Something looms over you. Speak boy.” Ab-dalla demanded. Kathos looked down the hallway towards the balcony where the moon and stars could be seen. “Nothing. I just needed to get out of my cell.” The giant quietly stated. “Ah. Well lucky for you, I’ve managed to work out a deal of getting you a full nights rest. Enjoy your wet-prize sir.” Ab-dallah smiled as he shoved the door open. Inside was the servant woman who was now topless and 12 other women, some slender and delicate and a few voluptuous; There on the far right was his favorite, Caramilla. A very curvaceous woman, tan skinned, and chest nut hair. The door was closed behind him, then the women set upon him and undressed his massive body. This isn’t the first time Caramilla has been his wet-prize. Kathos has had enough encounters with her to where there was this unspoken ritual between the two. Caramilla would help kathos fuck the other women until they went crazy, then they would make love and enjoy the rest of his time alone. With the other women sated and Caramilla pleased, Kathos lay there with his favorite, her head on his chest, tracing her fingers along his skin, “I heard you won again. Another victory for an amazing man. All hail Ka-,” before she could finish, Kathos grabbed her hand. She could feel his unease. “My love, what troubles you?” There was a long silence, “Cara…have you ever thought about leaving?” She rose from his chest quickly, checking to see if anyone was around or if the other women were awake, “Kathos, they would kill you for talking of such things.” He gave a light chuckle, brought her back and kissed her head, “They couldn’t even if they wanted to.” He calmly stated. “I’ve never once thought of freedom until today. I have been happy-, I have…I.” He was lying. Kathos was never happy, save for the brief moments with Caramilla. “I was called mongrel. I had nothing to say against that fact. I lost my will to live a long time ago.” Kathos just stared up into the ceiling. “I want more than this life. For me, for you. I want to live Cara. I want to feel the wind of my face again. I don’t want you to have to bed anyone else anymore.” Cara’s heart was racing against his body, “What will you do then?” she asked her giant, holding her breath. “I don’t know.” He blankly stated after a hard pause. “I have no skills aside from fighting. I don’t remember the life I had before I became a slave. All I have are scars and nightmares.” Kathos said, broken and sad. She curled up to her love to comfort him, “Kathos, freedom is a wonderful dream, but if you have no ground to build upon, your dream will never rise.” He lay there pondering her words. “I would leave with you, but your strength alone would only get us so far.” She was right. Both wise and beautiful, a rare flower indeed. The night drifted on into morning. When Kathos awoke, he was alone in bed. The words Caramilla spoke were heavy to him. Guards came to retrive him after he had breakfast, he was returned to his cell, his kenne. “A night like yours, with the scent of women still on you, yet your shoulders still hang with sandess. Kathos, please speak to me my friend.” Ka’taarka’s voice sounded as if he was in physical pain. Kathos plopped onto his bedding, instinctually wanting to look back hoping his woman was there. “Freedom,” he finally spoke, but in was in Orcish. “When I fought the Executioner yesterday, he called me a coward and a trained mongrel. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him he was wrong, because I knew he spoke the truth.” Kathos sat rubbing his knuckles. --The word count limit makes this a bit difficult.

@gabriel_true Day 109: Almost missed you today, Gabby, I love you! - I'm About To Go Eat Some Chocolate: Choco Mommy

In 2004 the earth was blasted with such a powerful blast from a Magnetar 28k lightyears away and it vaporized part of our upper atmosphere. If we would have been hit from 4 lightyears away we all would have all gone extinct.