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brownskinallure · 3 months

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Retraining Myself to Love Freely After a Narcissistic Relationship

Love, affection, and respect are powerful emotions that can be both transformative and therapeutic. However, after enduring a toxic relationship with a narcissist, these qualities can become tainted, leaving deep scars on our hearts and the way we approach subsequent relationships. In this blog post, I want to share my personal journey of retraining myself to give new love and affection without letting the past dictate my actions or devalue the worth of others.

The Grip of a Narcissistic Relationship we think we’re free once we leave. Being in a relationship with a narcissist is draining and emotionally exhausting. We find ourselves pouring our energy into someone who never appreciated or reciprocated our efforts, leaving us feeling unworthy and emotionally depleted. This ordeal can create self-doubt and a fear of extending ourselves in future relationships.

After freeing myself from the narcissistic relationship, it became clear that I needed to acknowledge and address the impact it had on my ability to love freely again. It was crucial to heal, rebuild my self-esteem, and rediscover my intrinsic value. Realizing that this process of retraining was necessary, I embarked on a journey of personal growth and self-reflection.

Self-Reflection and Individual Healing I thought would take time but truth is I was hurting myself by waiting. I was letting the things I didn’t want or deserve dictate when I would get what I was asking for. To cultivate healthy relationships, it was vital to recognize that my hurt and pain did not define me or my capacity to love. I engaged in self-reflection, seeking therapy, journaling, and practicing self-care. This allowed me to heal from past wounds, rebuild my self-worth, and regain confidence in my ability to love genuinely.

It took Understanding That Not Everyone is the Same. It is unfair to judge new people based on the hurtful actions of a narcissist. Understanding that one person's actions do not reflect the worthiness of others paved the way for healthy relationships to unfold. I reminded myself constantly not to let my past experiences dictate how I treated others or the love and affection I showed them. Due to the situations that cause me to leave I over loved my child, I was afraid to let anyone else in because I needed to parent. WE both went through so much, me dating actually did so much for both of us she became less dependent on me. I felt less stressed about being a single parent and the very thing I was afraid of which was lacking in any relationship never happened. That’s with work, friends, socialization (which I won’t lie. I never really care for so if this lacked I would’ve been fine.)

I sacredly started Embracing Vulnerability and Authenticity. In my journey to love freely, I learned the importance of vulnerability and authenticity. It's natural to be cautious after dealing with a narcissist, but it's essential not to allow fear to hinder new connections. By embracing vulnerability and authenticity, we create a safe space for ourselves and our new partner to grow and flourish emotionally.

Open and honest communication is crucial to any healthy relationship. In retraining myself, I learned to articulate my thoughts, desires, and boundaries clearly. Establishing healthy boundaries protected me from repeating past mistakes and ensured that my needs were met.

Truthfully I am always retraining myself to love freely and authentically after a narcissistic relationship was not an easy process, but it was entirely worth it. Realizing that every person is unique and deserving of love helped me break free from the toxic cycle of self-doubt and fear. By healing and retraining ourselves, we can give the same, if not better, love, affection, and respect to new partners, ensuring that our past experiences do not leave an ill impression on those who genuinely deserve our love. It is never about the worth of the person receiving love but rather the strength and compassion we possess to give it freely.

#self help #black tumblr #encouragement #healing #self love #inspiring quotes #my heart #emotional intelligence #black love #tumblr #Narcissistic freedom #Narcissist

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poisonpinksblog · 11 months

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if you taint sorrow to a child's heart, his whole life will remember it. children's hearts are pure and should be treated sacredly. if a child look at you with light in their eyes, they admire you and would follow you everywhere you go however if you break their hearts would only leave scars on them.

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castielsprostate · 2 years

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Something i find interesting is the stark opposites to fandom and ship culture there are when you look at different platforms. Here, on tumblr, everything is so carefully curated and tucked away into these almost invisible nooks and crannies, like a comfortable, hole-in-the-wall bookshop on a rainy Saturday afternoon or a quaint little bakery on the edge of a childhood town. Everyone knows everyone, tight-knit communities with a connecting piece somewhere down in the depths that interconnects every fandom so delicately, so passionately. Fandoms that are dead are sacredly kept in ornate peace, like an overgrown abandoned museum, somewhere along the path is a ballpit of love and a failed kickstarter for an animated tv show neatly presented with the respect it deserves. Stragglers and unbelievers are taken in, cared for, nurtured, turned into strong members of the community with mutuals and an abundance of knowledge. The evil is still there, but it's fought against in a group effort, despite the unheard pleas to the staff, the people stand strong, interconnected, connected.

And then you turn to Instagram and it's just chaos. Anarchy, baren wastelands of a once thriving, utopian commute. Every corner you turn you don't know what you'll see, what's thrown at you, what scars you'll engrave into your already wounded soul as is. It's winter, and the dragons never came, it's been winter for four seasons. The content is plenty, too much so that the landfills have overflown, the broken streets are littered with recycled posts and the occasional ignored art piece. The people are angry, angry at everyone but their own and they want blood, uncaring of whom it's from as long as they can feast on the carcass of their beaten enemy. They'll turn on their own, exiles in abundance. But there's content. So, so much content.

#it's 1:30 am #help

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bujorulgalben · 2 years

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14, 8, 6!

like the ice cream, right? (vanilla sundae asks) | accepting !

14. Is your muse more submissive or dominant in a relationship?

answered! over here :)

8. Is your muse comfortable with, or proud of their body? Are they insecure?

anica is immensely proud of her body. asides the legendary reputation romanian women have for being physically attractive, which anica will claim to do her darn best to represent, she’ll say she has plenty to be proud of. well, maybe not too loudly. one of her biggest weaknesses is her vanity, certainly, but why tell you that when she can show you that?

even with her scars! they’re all testament to trials she has overcome, and with the multitude and severity of some of them, you’ll be sure to remember them. they’re her burden, but also her trophies. you’ll be sure to remember her eyes, too... her teeth. these pearly whites may be a bit too brilliant and bring some unwanted attention to those more pointed teeth. easy jokes and eye-rolling inbound.

that being said, she wouldn’t do anything about them.

6. Does your muse steal clothing from their partner?

hehe :3c

at this stage, i have to wonder if anica ever willingly chooses her own sweaters and cardigans. her partner’s feel like a warm hug, they smell like home. it’s a comfort she won’t soon take for granted. she probably layers them in winter. it helps that her partner is quite a bit taller than her as well!

maybe the first time she picked up his sweater over hers was an accident made with bleary eyes in the early hours of one morning after spending the night at his place; before she moved in. but now, it’s very deliberate. now, on the sacredly rare lazier spring mornings, she’ll parade about the house in those sweaters and button-ups and not much else. sometimes she isn’t too aware of how much of a tease she can be for doing this... and other times, she is acutely aware. and then other times, she’s just a cute.

#cheers ian! you knew i was going to appreciate question 6 and i appreciate YOU #nokorwat #cununi de flori uscate fâşâiesc ✧ hc

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whorderofthepheonix · 5 years

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Sacredly Scarred: Chapter 29 || Erik Killmonger

A/N: I hope you guys haven't given up on this story :( but here you have it! Chapter 29 of Sacredly Scarred! ENJOY! :)))

Words: I highkey forgot to count. sorry.

Warnings: Smutty smut smut, Swearing (duh), Plots of world domination

IF YOU ENJOY MY WORK, PLEASE REBLOG WITH VERBAL FEEDBACK!!

Yenai’s POV

Erik grabbed my face roughly, as tears filled his eyes.

“You’re... You’re Wakandan?” He whispered, a smile spreading across his face.

“Yes!” I cried. “Yes, I am!” He peppered my face with kisses and laughed. “I knew there was a reason why we couldn’t stay away from each other... Through all the shit we been through, there was ALWAYS this force that pulled me back to you... And THIS was it!”

“So your mom...”

“Wakandan,” I nodded. “I was born there and shunned by the entire country. When I was about to turn 4, they gave my mother an ultimatum; exile with me and my father or to remain General of the Dora Milaje... She didn’t even hesitate.” My chest tightened talking about my mother’s betrayal. Then I realized I didn’t know who Erik was. I caressed his face. “Tell me who you are...”

“N’Jadaka... Son of Prince N’Jobu,” he said softly. I dropped my hands and my eyes widened.

“N’Jobu? The Lost Prince of Wakanda?” I whispered. “Wait, what? But you said that your dad was killed by his brother... Which means... No! N’Jobu was killed by-”

“T’Chaka.” Erik hissed. “King T’Chaka murdered my dad is cold blood and left me here to find his body... That’s why I’m gonna kill him... then I’ll overthrow his son and become king.”

“Is that what all of this is?” I asked looking around.

“Yes. I’ve been planning this since I was 11. And if you wanna leave me because of this, I understand... but I’m not gonna stop until he’s dead. Then I can finish what my father started-“

“I’m in,” I interrupted. “Whatever you’re doing, I want in. I wanna see Wakanda come crumbling down. All I ask is that when it comes time and you’re king, that you bring my mother to my feet... and you let me kill her.” Erik didn’t say anything. He just looked at me.

Then he kissed me hard.

So hard, that I fell backwards from the force. He climbed on top of me and spread my legs apart.

“I love you,” he said against my lips.

“Ndiyakuthanda,” I whispered back causing him to let out a long moan. He pulled my leggings down and discarded them along with his shirt and sweatpants. I sat up and he lifted my pullover off my torso throwing it in back of him. He grabbed my legs, pulling me down so to meet his waist. He didn’t even give me a second to adjust and just started thrusting into me, so hard. I practically screamed out and clawed at his back. With every thrust, I fell more and more in love with him. He kissed me across my collar bone, his hands tracing my curves as if to make sure he still had hold of me. I tilted his head up and kissed his lips, biting and sucking on his bottom lip. I was keen on making this the best sex we’ve ever had. I clenched tightly around his shaft and he let out a whimper.

“Fuck, baby keep doing that!” He hissed. He sunk his teeth into my neck and let out a long groan. His hand snaked down to my clit and rubbed vigorously to the point where my eyes were rolling back and my toes were curling. My back arched up off the floor as the remarkable sensation bubbled up in the pit of my abdomen.

“I’m gonna cum,” I whimpered. Erik grabbed my hair and increased his speed. He pressed his lips to mine.

“Say my name,” he panted.

“Erik-”

“Say... my name,” he begged. I realized what he meant as a smile crept upon my face.

“N’Jadaka,” I moaned against his lips. As if those were magic words, he picked up an inhumane speed and stared deeply into my eyes... His eyes were black and full of lust.

“Ndikuthanda,” he moaned. I dug my nails into his skin, pulling him closer and kissed him deep.

“I love you too,” I whispered as I came, my back arching off the floor. N’Jadaka screwed his eyes shut and thrusted one last time, hard, cumming deep inside of me. Usually after Erik and I had sex, he’d roll off of me and hold me close. Sex with N’Jadaka was different. He stayed put and kissed me all over. He started at my neck, moved across my shoulder, down my arm and he brought my fingers up to his mouth, kissing my fingertips. When he was done kissing my body, he held me tightly. I played with his dreads as I came to a realization.

“Your father was Prince N’Jobu?” I double checked. He looked at me and nodded. “So that makes you Prince N’Jadaka, huh?”

“Damn right,” he laughed.

“Soon-to-Be King N’Jadaka,” I fantasized as I moved his dreads out of his face.

“Keep talkin like that and imma fuck you again,” he warned me.

“What’s our next move, your highness?” I asked.

“We need help from someone on the inside. Someone who’s been in and out of Wakanda,” he explained. He pulled out of me and draped a heavy blanket over my naked body. He picked up a journal before getting under the blanket with me. “My pops was working with a man, Ulysses Klaue, to help bring vibranium to black people to over power their oppressors... we gotta finish what he started.”

“Then let’s find him,” I smiled.

***

The moment our things were out of the apartment and packed into our new place, Erik and I were on the first flight into Johannesburg. G helped us located him and Erik got us on the next flight out of LA. First class, of course. It didn’t take us long to find him. Turns out the Avengers were here the day before, the Hulk wreaked havoc throughout the city, and a quarter ton of vibranium went missing off of a ship on the edge of town. Klaue had to be here.

Erik and I were sitting behind each other at the train station, waiting for Klaue to show. If he got into any scuffle with the Avengers, he’d be as low key as possible, the only way out for him would be the train.

“Anything on your side?” Erik asked taking a sip of his coffee.

“Negative,” I said as I scanned the room. “You?”

“Nah. You sure he’d take the train?”

“If he’s on the Avengers’ raidar, he’d be stupid to take a plane. Trust me, he’ll be here,” I reassured him. 2 minutes later, a man wearing a baseball cap and shades walked into the station. He kept looking around and on the side of his neck was a brand. It was written in Wakandan. It was the symbol for ‘THIEF’. “He’s here. Black hat, black sunglasses.” Erik waited a few seconds then turned around to watch Klaue at the ticket booth.

“Aight. Let’s move in,” he instructed. When Klaue sat down across the station, me and Erik walked over separately. I sat first, getting Klaue’s attention.

“Hello beautiful,” he smiled. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing in these parts?”

“Same as you,” I shrugged. “You see, I know how to find things. Things real valuable. My only issue is, I don’t know who to sell it to... You know, with the Avengers snooping around, I thought I might be best to get out of town.”

“Smart, beautiful, and handy?” He asked. “I could use someone like you on my force. How can I help?”

“More like, how can we help each other?” Erik asked sitting beside us. “Ulysses Klaue. It’s an honor.” The smile faded from his face.

“Who sent you? The Avengers? CIA?” He asked.

“No, we’re here because we know what you want and we know how to find it,” I said. “Your vibranium was stolen by the Avengers and we wanna help you replace it. For a small fee of course.”

“Wrong. My vibranium was stolen by Ultron, Stark’s robot who wants to end the world,” he corrected.

“Really?” Erik asked smirking. “An evil robot stole from you to end the world?”

“Think I’m lying, do you? He did this!” Klaue unzipped his jacket and showed that his left arm from the bicep down was missing. “Now if you two don’t mind, either prove what you’re saying or kept it moving, yeah?” Erik looked around before pulling out a bag and handing it to Klaue. He opened it up and smiled.

“And we can find more,” Erik insisted. “We just want 70% of the cut.”

“70%? Klaue laughed. “Boy, I wasn’t born yesterday. You’ve got to do better than that.”

“60.”

“25.”

“50.”

“30% and a night with this one,” Klaue grinned stroking my cheek. Erik’s face turned red but before he could do anything, I pulled a large knife out of my jacket pressed it against his forearm.

“40% and I’ll let you keep your other arm,” I warned. Erik smiled and Klaue laughed.

“Deal.” We exchanged information and Klaue said he’d be in touch once he wasn’t so hot on the radar.

***

Erik and I flew back to LA shortly after and officially moved into our new home. After a nice long shower together, we curled up in our bed. I was almost asleep when I had an idea that never even crossed my mind before I killed my father.

“N’Jadaka?” I shook him gently.

“Hmm?” He asked.

“Let’s go to New York,” I suggested. “I’ve always wanted to go at New Years Eve... To see the ball drop. We can bring the twins! It’ll be so nice!”

“The first part sounds nice,” he laughed. “Of course we’ll go to New York. We’ll go anywhere you want baby girl.” I kissed his luscious lips and cuddled back next to him. I closed my eyes dreaming about seeing the ball drop when I heard the sound of a truck reversing. I sat up and turned on my light.

“Did you hear that?” I whispered. Erik got up from the bed and looked out the window.

“We got new neighbors,” he said.

“The fuck? We’re the new neighbors!” I stomped my foot as I put on my robe. “They’re trying to steal our shine and our welcome to the neighborhood pies!”

“Yenai, you don’t like pie,” he groaned.

“But I’d still like one,” I frowned. “And who moves in at 11 o’clock at night?” Then our doorbell rang. Erik insisted that I stay inside but of course I didn’t listen. We opened our front door and I almost fainted.

“YENAI!” The twins greeted.

“Isn’t this so exciting?” Alyssa grinned.

“We’re neighbors again!” Ayana cheered. Erik and I looked at each other. Then we burst into laughter.

~~~

A/N: Only one more chapter of Sacredly Scarred left!!!!! I’m so sad to see it come to an end! Please reblog with verbal feedback! it’s greatly appreciated!!!

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chaneajoyyy · 3 years

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Hello my awesome librarian! I know I ask you alot about fanfics and this probably wont be the last but would you happen to know the name of the fic where I can't remember the characters name bit she moves into her own apartment and her neighbor is erik and he is a drug dealer and her friend wants him and she messes with erik to get bk at her friend and reader is a cutter also her friend eventually jumps her because of it. I hope that makes sense it's kind of all over the place so don't hate me lol. I hope u can help but if not I understand you are still amazing and have an amazing day 😘😘😘

I know you already found it but still wanted to share this amazing story! It’s called Sacredly Scarred series by the good sis @whorderofthepheonix

#the bp plug #bp librarian at your service #let’s chat #sip tea #talk fanfiction #erik ‘killmonger’ stevens x black!oc #drug dealer!erik #sacredly scarred series #erik killmonger fanfiction #black panther fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #msreshel

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astrolocherry · 2 years

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Transiting Venus conjunct Pluto in Capricorn ~ 14/12-4/1/2022

~Call your Secret Prophetess to the altar of your inner stage, let Her reveal the mysteries concealed in your Immortal Sisters like a scarlet letter through your lips, and feed the pomegranate seeds that will once again bloom the Spring taken from you,

Tame and enslave the Dark Prince with the hymn that is incomprehensible, a blood wine chalice, the breaker of a generational silence From depths to powerfully, sacredly ancestrally tied for a mortal to shatter over a few conjunction nights The Goddesses of Love and Beauty turn the Venus mirror to reunite with the Queens of Hell, and it’s a show to remind us all that You rule the Underworld ~

Much of the pain expressed by Venus and Pluto is centred on betrayal. Hades betrayed not only Persephone’s trust in He and all larger-forces from protectors to potential danger, but also the trust that She had in the world being a safe, secure, and good place when nobody and nothing came to help her. Persephone’s mythology reliving through us may unearth either partner’s unresolved or unspoken issues with trust and betrayal in the relationship.

Old wounds can return as the hands of Capricorn time become the 8 of eternity hourglass and the past and the present drip-bleed into each other. Nothing conserves like Capricorn Sex is an instinctual response to inner Venus-Pluto forces. Though it goes far beyond role-play and appearances. This pair are longing for you to trust them and in so yourself, just let go and surrender to a state of being completely vulnerable with this other person, to experience an intimacy beyond the physical and contactable. Exposing yourself in a way that feels like taking off more than clothes and risks just as deep scarring. It is this state of surrender and vulnerability that unbottles the Venus-Pluto love potion and the ancient sorcery of the great mystic matrimony.

Cherry

#venus conjunct pluto #venus conjunct pluto in capricorn #venus retrograde #venus rx #horoscope #transit

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theblackpantherawards-blog · 5 years

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Smuttiest Fiction

We asked the freaks of the fandom for the filthiest and the steamiest scenes. You guys named House Rules as the smuttiest, dirtiest, sexiest fiction.

HOUSE RULES

Congratulations @hearteyes-for-killmonger

You lil nasties can change your underwear now.

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2nd Place:

Sacredly Scarred by @whorderofthepheonix 👑

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Honorable Mentions

Ember by @amethyst1993

Danger by @amethyst1993

Daddy's Home by @amethyst1993

Drillmonger by @erikismybitch

Split by @erikismybitch

VIP by @madamslayyy

#black panther anniversary #black panther awards #black panther fandom #black panther fic #black panther fanfiction #black panther #smut #smuttiest Fiction #hearteyes-for-killmonger #winners

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 6 years

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Recommendations.

Compilation of links to fics I highly recommend. Some of MY personal favorites. I'll be updating this along with my masterlist. I'M NOT DONE.

Series

Split / Split 2 / Cheater. / Snow Ball @erikismybitch

Champion @killmongersgurl

Sacredly Scarred @whorderofthepheonix

Overstimulated @princessstevens

And Our Cries Fell On Deaf Ears @nemesispawn

My Dope Man / Fumbles / @killmoncoochie

Summertime Love @blackpantherismyish

Mob Boss Zaddy / My New Toy @eriknutinthispoosy

Hoe Ass Erik / Dirty Little Secrets @vanitykocaine

Apartment Bae @panthergoddessbast

Say My Name / Disorderly @sonofnjobu

Pray for Me @bury-me-in-the-ocean

What You Need / I’ll Be Around / Purposeful Naivety @killmvnger

Until the Quiet Comes @muse-of-mbaku

Waffles / When You’re Mad @thehomierobbstark

One-Shot

Nothing Easy to Please @bidibidibombaclaat

Lemon @thebrokenmistakes

Midnight Marathons @lunaerly

Coconut / I love you, King @killmoncoochie

My Queen @sherrybaby14

Green Goddess / Sunday Dinner / Payback @vanitykocaine

His Personal Lawyer @eriknutinthispoosy

Just Take Both @erikismybitch

Gumby / The Coat Room @sonofnjobu

#fic rec #black panther fanfiction #black panther killmonger #erik killmonger #erik killmonger imagine #erik stevens

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myimmortalstalker · 6 years

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Chapter 20

All day I wondered what the surprise was. Meanwhile, I pot on a blak Sunrise Suit, wif blak bands like a corset and urple stuff all over it, an black gothic compact boots. Hard Bass School were gong 2 do the concert again, since Slutan had taken over the last one.

I slit my wrists while I moshed 2 HBS in my bedroll all night, feeling excited. Suddenly someone barged in while I was trying on sum black clothes and moshing to Narkotik Kal. I gut all mad and turned it of, but sacredly I hopped inside dat it was Scar so we could do it again.

“Wut de fucking hell r u doing!” I shouted angrily. I was Lookash! “T u gonna cum rape me or what.” I yelled. I was allowed to say dat because Sidorobitch had told the rookies 2 be careful around hem and Termo since he was a perv.

“No, actshelly (geddit, hell) kan I plz burrow sum condemns.” he growld angrily.

“Yah, so u can fuk ur new recruit boyfriend, huh?” I shouted sarkastikally.

“Fuker.” He said, gong away.

Well anyway, I put o some black eyesharow, black eyeliner, and some black face paint. Then I went. Den I gasped... Termo and Lookash were in da middle of da empty rookie village, doin it, and Wolf was watching!1

“Oh my god you ludacris idiot!” they both shooted angrily when they saw me. Wolf ran away crying. Dey got up, though. Normally I wood have ben turned on (I luv cing guyz do it) but both of them were fuking preps. (btw Termo is movd 2 freedome now)

“WTF is that why u wanted condoms?” I asked sadistically. (c I speld dat)

“Only you wouldn’t give them to me!” Loopcash shouted angrily.

“Well you shoulda told me.” I replayed,

“You dimwit!.” Ternor began 2 shoot angrily. And then... I took out my black PDA and took a pic of them. U could see that they were naked and everything.

“Well xcuse me!” they both shouted angrily. “What was dat al about?”

“It wuz to blackmail u.” I snarked. “So now next time you see me doing it with my boyfriend you cant fucking rat me out or I’ll show dis to everyon. So fuck off, u bastards!” I started to run. They chased me but I threw my pistol at them and dey tripped over it. I went outside the village and there was Bloodsucker, looking extremely fucking hot.

“WTF where’d Scar?” I asked him.

“Oh he’s bein a fucking bastard. He told me he wouldn’t cum.” Bloodsucker said shaking his hed. “U wanna cum with me? 2 the concert?”

Then... ... ... he showed me his car. I gasped. It was a black jeep. He said the military had given it 2 him. The license plate on the front sed STLKR on it. The one on da back said STRLK on it.

... ... ... I gasped.

We went to the concert bar. HBS were there, playing.

Bloodsucker and I began 2 make out, moshing to the muzik. I gasped, looking at da band.

I almost had an orgasim. Those ushankas they wore were so fucking hot! They began to play “Opa Blia” and the sexah music began 2 fill the bar. ... ... ... ... And den, I heard some crrying. I turned and saw Scar, cryin in a corner.

#Call of Enoby #S.T.A.L.K.E.R.#my immortal #the typos take over the story!#also Strelok doesn't know how to use a gun anymore and Wolf is scarred for life

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