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I dunno what meme led to sincere fanfic being posted in the shitpost sub but I'm glad it happened because this is great | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
Imagine this: the door closes, and suddenly the air thickens, charged with an electricity that crackles with raw, untamed desire. Kroos stands there, calm and collected, with that dangerously playful smile that hints at the mind-shattering ecstasy she’s about to unleash. Her presence alone is intoxicating, a heady mix of cool confidence and simmering heat that has you trembling with anticipation.
Kroos doesn’t just seduce; she dominates your senses. Her approach is slow, almost torturous, each touch, each brush of her lips a carefully calculated strike designed to ignite a firestorm of lust within you. She moves like a predator, all grace and control, taking her time to explore every inch of your body with a precision that leaves you breathless and aching for more. Every whisper, every teasing graze of her fingers sends you spiraling deeper into a vortex of pleasure that you can’t escape—and you don’t want to.
As the night unfolds, she dials up the intensity, each wave of sensation hitting you harder, faster, until you’re drowning in a sea of bliss so overwhelming it borders on ecstasy. Kroos doesn’t just aim to please; she’s here to ruin you for anyone else. She knows exactly how to push your buttons, playing you like a finely-tuned instrument, her every move calculated to extract the maximum amount of pleasure possible. It’s an all-out assault on your senses, a relentless barrage of ecstasy that shatters any semblance of control you thought you had.
And just when you think you’ve reached your limit, she takes you even higher. The final moments are a blur, a whirlwind of sensations so intense, so explosive, that they leave you completely undone. You’re left gasping, your body quivering, utterly consumed by the sheer power of the experience. Kroos isn’t just in your head; she’s under your skin, burned into your soul.
But even in the aftermath, as you lie there in a haze of bliss, she isn’t done with you. With that trademark grin and a look that says she knows exactly what she’s done to you, Kroos leaves you in a state of euphoric exhaustion, knowing full well you’ll be haunted by the memory of her touch, her taste, her everything. She’s a storm that you can’t weather—a force of nature that leaves you craving more, needing more, until the mere thought of her drives you wild.
Rating: 500/10
Bunny Kroos Source: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/119725769
With that, the characters I care about the most have been used up, and now I must go. | r/0sanitymemes | post | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
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GYAT
DAYUM | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Mr. Nothing typed this. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
# I need to see more of these kinds of reviews please. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
I need pallas one before you go | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Mr.Drip | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Ngl this is kinda peak | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Why can't I fuck Kroos | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
I NEED A MOSTIMA SEX REVIEW DONT LEAVE ME | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
Final sex review
Are you implying this is the last ever or the last consensual one | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
My last one | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
Someone already did that | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
Awww, no rape review
Kal'sit punishes me for calling her flat so she flatten my dick | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
Someone DID?
Edit: found it. It’s so peak | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
(*IMPORTANT: This review is structured as a parody of a Best of Redditor Updates post and an AITA post*)
I AM NOT THE ORIGINAL POSTER. Original post by by p/Throwaway-pink-hunter
#**AITBB for yelling at my GF that her boobs can't substitute for good sex?**
Yo, I'm posting from a throwaway because some of my colleagues are on Territ. Also I'm a chick. Aegerian Squid girl. This will be important for later.
So, I met "Houjuu" at college (university for our Ursus friend) a few years ago. We didn't end up together back then, even though her looks did all kinds of things to me... And everyone else with goated tastes. Later on, following a life changing event, she suggested I drop a resumé at her place of work. This both saved my life and improved my QoL significantly, so I owe her quite a bit lol.
A bit later, after learning to know each other a bit, we started dating.
Honestly, our love life is quite good. She's smart, coquettish, smug, and very fun to be around. I love her in every way... Except one.
See, Houjuu has no rizz in the bedroom. **None**. Gurl is basically a squishy pillow. She doesn't care much about anything. She will hug me, kiss me, lick me, but more often than not, the sexy bitch will just lean down and "backseat game" me fucking her. She will most likely just grip the sheets and moan her ass off. **That's. It.**.
And I honestly get why. That's what she's used to. See, my girl's tits are **huge**. Like massive huge. Yes, they are natural. And I fucking love these things. I love to kiss them, knead them, suck on them, fucking hell I once had a nightmare where I opened a photo album and there was a photo of her at the beach with just D cups. Shit was so nasty it fucking jumpscared me awake. She's ofc aware of her boobs's rizz and how attractive they can be, and while she prefers wearing loose fitting clothes at work to hide them, she definitely doesn't when she's off the clock.
Thanks to these, Houjuu got around. She tried it all. Tall. Short. Thin. Fat. Twink. Nerd. Gym Zalak. Small peepees. Big Schlongs. flatter than a Kazimierzian colleague of ours, big milkies, felines, sarkaz, oni, you fucking name it. If a body type existed in her campus, she casually rode that at some point. And ofc, they always focused on her tatas. That's what she's used to, that's what she expects.
Sex **always** comes back to her boobs.
Thing is... I want more. Way more. I always asked her during sex to caress me in turn, kiss me, maybe be on top for a change, and it's often a genuine "of course sweetie!" followed by maybe eating me out or fingering me, then it's back to her playing couch potato simulator. I don't even remember if I've even seen her back once while we were having sex. That's how passive she is. And I legit don't know how to get her to understand it.
On my end, I'm busting my ass off. I do all the touches. I read all the magazines recommendations. I got her a magic wand. The whole shebang. **I tryhard this shit like I'm playing ranked.**
Which brings me to why I'm posting. Remember. I'm a squid girl. That means I have tentacles. I do have some control over them and I could use them for sex. One day, after we had an other steamy night where I had to carry the performance (quite literally), I decided to prod her slowly into getting my point. Basically, I was suggesting that maybe we could improve our sex life, and she said something like "I agree. After all, I'd love to feel these inside me and yet you never used them." This confused the fuck out of me, and bitch goes into a whole tirade about how she never tried tentacle sex.
Y'all, I instantly saw red. I started screaming that sex is always about her, never me, and the bitch had the audacity to ask what she did wrong and say that she does touch me when I ask her mid fuck. I yelled crap like "THIS IS NOT ENOUGH!!" dressed up, and left, while she was trying to calm me down. I've been leaving her on "read" and dodging her IRL since, coiled up in my room surrounded by empty bags of chips and soda bottles, farming for an Skymerald. (FU Desire Sensor)
I saw her today at the gym by accident. She just told me "Sorry, I'm ready to talk if you are." from afar and left me alone. She looked super down too. And now I feel like a cunt. So, here I am, wondering if I Am The BurdenBitch.
(Almost forgot: we're both in our late twenties.)
Edit:
1. To all the horny assholes that keep asking me to send my girl's nudes in comments and PMs, first, y'all are disgusting and second, why are you looking for a second mommy to disappoint?
2. No, I don't believe she's fetishizing me. One, we're from the same country and two, did none of you bitches ever use your tails for sex?
3. No, it would basically be impossible for her to cheat on me. Our landship is small and everyone knows each other, y'all.
4. Sorry for the weirdness of the post, I did it when I wasn't in a good zone mental wise. That's where the dream and reveal of her past come from.
5. If I was only with her because of her boobs I wouldn't have done this post to begin with. Buzz off.
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Relevant comments:
p/Floatingfloof: Why did you give us the rundown on her previous sex life? Do you resent her for it?
p/Throwaway-pink-hunter: No, not at all. Still... I do fear that I don't measure up to many of her old flings, and that's why she isn't trying. That's probs why I felt it necessary to add at the time.
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p/Horns_Of_Light:I noticed something off in your post, and I wanted to check. Did you NEVER try to discuss your sex life outside of WHEN you're having sex?
p/Throwaway-pink-hunter : I don't remember, no. It was always during fucking.
p/PheonixAblaze: You sure she ain't a Sankta? Cuz that sounds like something that might happen with them. She might stupidly assume that your sex life is satisfying to you both. After all, you're asking her to do sexual things to you MID SEX. So she might have thought it's a one time thing?
***This leads to multiple comment chains by multiple other territors which made people realize that both the OP and her GF are amateurishly bad at communication. OP gets roasted heavily for it. I would break Territ's character limit if I added them, so feel free to check the Original Post.***
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**UPDATE (Three months later)**
Hello. It's that squid girl with the big boobs GF you roasted into a takoyaki last time.
Thanks for the answers guys gals and gamers, they were (mostly) really enlightening. I'm just here to give the final update, probably.
So, remember that the day we last met was at a gym? What I didn't know is that there were two people around, out of view: one of the higher ups (a doctor) and their minoan gym coach.
The day after, seeing how sad I was, they asked if I was okay. I did something stupid and poured my heart out. Turns out they were much, much more goated than I expected.
Three days later, a small, adorable, unassuming Zalak I saw around the workplace messaged me.. She's one of the ship therapists, you see, and she booked me for a free therapy session. I accepted. I told her everything and even showed her the old post. I learned later that my girl got the same deal.
A bit later, that doctor offered me and my GF free couple's therapy sessions. At the company's expense, and our earliest convenience. I love this place y'all. Me and her quickly decided on a date, and we were booked with the Zalak girl again.
Territ, I did NOT expect the therapist to be like that. Girl brought us down multiple pegs in a professional AF way, and forced us to reevaluate. Told us to talk directly for once instead of just hanging out, kissing, and fucking. It was wild. Girl brought the fucking receipts when she needed to and profesionnally called both of us on our bullshit. Seriously, are all Zalaks that feisty?
We both worked out thanks to her that we sucked at being a couple, got a needed vibe check, and decided to try again. **Everything improved, slowly but surely.** The fact we are finally taking decisions as a couple and not just steamrolling each other is wild. We're both debating shit and compromising. I'm shocked that she was even smarter than I expected. We're not done learning stuff about us yet. And I love it.
Also yes, the sex is much, much better. She's way more vocal now. She's super active. We can't keep our hands off each other. Her tail and my tentacles went places. And yes, I finally did see her back. It's buff, toned, and beautiful. Also I'm buying her better panties cuz girl your booty is too delicious not to show me.
Also my god. Bitch's freaky. I need ressources on safe pain play ASAP.
So all and all, GG y'all! I owe you one!
BTW, to the pervs still asking me for pics of my GF's boobs, I'll ask your moms about it when I'm done riding them.
| r/0sanitymemes | post | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
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The cold Ursus winds howl through the silent Reunion settlement. They were in the midst of a snow storm, so all of the villagers were ordered inside, including the proud Draco, Talulah, and the soft spoken Elafia, Alina.
“Are you sure we should keep everyone inside?” Talulah spoke, her spiked tail swaying from side to side as her bare hand rests against the window of her and Alina's small wooden shack.
Alina, in her puffy, satin robe, stepped out of the kitchen, her thin, sleek antlers reflecting some of the candlelight, proving her antlers have a luster.
“Yes, Talulah. I wish I could go and trade for supplies, but I fear it’s too dangerous to stay outside for that long. We just have to wait it out, Talulah.”
The Draco turns to face Alina, her tense face calming at the sight of the girl. She couldn't explain the feeling she had with Alina. She considered her as one of her close friends, along with FrostNova, Mephisto, Faust, and, to an extent, Patriot. However, there was that feeling of belonging that always overcame her when she looked at Alina. The feeling that everything would be fine in the long run. That Reunion would succeed in their mission.
“Is there something wrong, Lula?” Alina breaks the Draco's trance, letting out a cute chuckle. “You're staring at me.”
“I… sorry. I got lost in my thoughts.” Talulah admitted, her cheeks heating up for a moment. “But can't I use my Arts to melt the snow?”
“With how hard it's coming down, I'm afraid you'd burn the village down before you melt the snow. Besides, I don't want you to overuse your Arts. We can just wait for the blizzard to pass.”
“I'm-” Talulah pauses herself. She reminds herself that it's not worth it to complain with her, especially since Alina cares so much for her well-being. “Nevermind. We just have to hope that an Ursus patrol doesn't catch us while our pants are down.”
Alina smiles and nods in agreement, her cheeks flushing red as she returns to the kitchen, the occasional sound of a knife thumping against the cutting board and the rush of wind outside as the ambience.
Talulah paced around the small shack, eventually finding herself in the two's room, sat at her desk, jotting her thoughts into her journal, in the hopes that she could tell Hui-chieh all about her journey with Reunion, when she hears a knock at the bedroom door.
“Come in, Alina.” Talulah closes the inkwell and places her quill on a napkin at the side of her desk, turning to face the door as the knob turns and opens. Alina pushes the door open with her shoulder, entering with two plates of steamed carrots with various seasonings and placing one at Talulah's desk, her radiant smile ever-present.
“I felt like treating us a bit. It's not the rations we were given before the blizzard came, so I apologize for cutting into supplies.”
“You're fine, Alina. I felt a little stressed anyways.” Talulah took the fork on the plate and prodded at the carrots a little, resting her head against her other fist, her cheek pushed against her lips. Alina's smile slightly waned as she sat on the bed, looking at Talulah with a concerned look.
“What's on your mind, Lula?” Talulah heard Alina's motherly tone. Her voice held all the care and concern in the world. Talulah trusted her with anything, and she felt that Alina would trust Talulah with anything, too.
“I'm just… uncertain. About the future.” Talulah drops her fork on her plate and goes to sit with Alina, who is chewing on one of the carrots. Alina spoke again, her voice soft and calming, as it always is.
“What exactly are you uncertain about?” Alina reaches over to put her plate on the endtable of the bed, paying attention to Talulah the entire time as she rests her hand on the Draco's shoulder.
“The future of Reunion. I'm confident we can liberate the Infected in Ursus, but we constantly have to worry about Ursus patrols, and if the army gets involved, we're screwed.” Talulah's breath was becoming shaky. If it weren't for Alina's hand rubbing her back, Talulah would've likely started to cry.
“We'll be fine, Lula. We have the Yeti Squadron, the Guerillas, FrostNova, Patriot, and even you. We can protect ourselves. It's natural to be stuck in your head while being stuck in here.”
Talulah suddenly grabs Alina by her shoulders and pulls her close to her face. Talulah's voice was a hushed, pained whisper as she fought her tears, looking into the Elafia's eyes.
“But what about you, Lina? If you died, who would teach the children? Wh-who would wake me up every morning and motivate me to continue? What abo-”
Alina places her finger to Talulah's mouth. Talulah didn't realize it, but her grip on Alina's shoulders was very tight. Talulah also felt her tears moistening her cheek. Alina took her finger off Talulah's lips and spoke in a tender whisper.
“Everything will be fine, dear.” Alina spoke, wrapping her hands around Talulah in a hug. She knew how Talulah felt about her, and she wanted to reciprocate her feelings. This might have been a bad time to confess, but Alina took the gamble to see if Talulah would feel better.
Talulah returns the favor, hugging her back.
“I don't know what kind of Arts you're using to seduce me, but I'm all for it.”
Alina chuckles in response. Hearing that laugh of hers was always rewarding to Talulah.
“I'm not using any Arts, Lula. But should I take that as a confession?”
Talulah nibbles right underneath Alina’s ear, sending a shiver down her spine. The Draco then whispers right into the girl's ear, her desire present.
“That's my confession.”
The Elafia's chest starts to heave, her heart pumping from the tension as she stammers out a response.
“M-more. Please.”
Talulah continues down from beneath her earlobe to her neck, slowly kissing and licking, her hot breath brushing against the Elafia's pale skin as her hands rise up to her shoulders again. Talulah brings Alina down onto the bed, straddling her by the waist, the Draco's busty figure looming over the breathless Elafia.
Alina put her hands on Talulah's hips, looking up at her.
“Please… I'm all yours.”
“I'll go slow, babe.”
They both smile at the nickname as Talulah slowly unbuttons her suit, shrugging it off and sliding it off to the floor, revealing her chiseled figure, a black lace bra holding back her sizable chest and sparse Originium crystals along her toned midriff. Alina couldn't help but drool, staring at her now-lover's body without shame. Talulah then undid her belt and slid her shorts down, revealing her black lace panties to her.
Talulah worked her hands down to the sash at Alina's abdomen, a lustful smirk across her face as she untied the knot and pulled it off of her, dropping it to the side as Alina felt her entire dress loosen. Her chest moved up and down quickly, feeling her own desire for Talulah. She was in heat, enamored by Talulah's slow and sensual movements as she lifted her puffy dress off of her, leaving her in only her white undergarments.
“Lula…” the Elafia said before Talulah leaned her body down, their breasts pressed against each other. Talulah pins Alina's hands down to the mattress, their faces inches away from each other, until they lock lips, both of their eyes closed in a passionate embrace. The Draco sucks on Alina's lower lip, grinding against her thigh in the process as the Elafia puts her hands into her lover's silver hair, careful not to touch her horns as she pulls her in closer.
Alina was the first to start exploring Talulah's mouth, running it against her fangs, the same ones that were just nibbling her moments ago. She felt a shiver run down her spine, a small part of her wanting her to sink her teeth into her, to prove that she was all hers. She arches her back, pushing her chest into the Draco's, melting into her touch.
Talulah pulls her mouth away, taking in a breath and looking at Alina, who was clearly in heat.
“Please… more.” She raises her hips up against Talulah's thigh in an attempt to get her message across. She had a drunken smile, her eyes half-closed and staring into Talulah's.
“I didn't think you were so horny.” Talulah smirks. It seemed like she got the message, bringing one of her hands down in between her legs, underneath her panties, realizing they were already wet. She finds her lower lips and opens them up with her hand, entering with her two fingers and rubbing her clitoris, which immediately gets a reaction out of the Elafia, bucking her feet as she yelps out a moan, suppressing it with her hand as Talulah's other hand presses against her stomach.
Alina feels an incomprehensible amount of pleasure, and it takes all she has not to wake the entire village with her moans, feeling Talulah's fingers rub against such a sensitive spot. Alina arches her back, using her other hand to pull the knot for her bra undone. Talulah sees this and does the same, using her left hand to undo her bra as well, falling down as her breasts are laid bare for Alina to see, then leaning down to her chest, lifting the bra off and placing her mouth over her nipple, Talulah's breasts resting against her stomach as the Draco sucked on her nipple, bobbing up and down and licking it, drowning Alina in pleasure she wished could never end.
She couldn't hold it in any more. With all this stimulation, she quickly came, a surge of her fluids caking Talulah's hand as she lifts her mouth off Alina's breast and pulls her hand away from her clit. Talulah still had a smirk across her face, looking down at Alina, who was taking in deep breaths and looking off into space.
“Thank you… Talulah…”
“I'm not done. I have an idea.”
“Continue, please.”
The Draco climbs further up Alina's slender body, using her tail to pull Alina's underwear down her legs. She then rubs her tail against Alina's womanhood. Alina figured out exactly what Talulah is going to do.
“Wait, Lula, are you going to…”
“Yes. We don't have the luxury of a strap-on.”
“But your tail bumps-”
“Don't worry. They aren't big enough to hurt. Just pinch me if I hurt you, dear.”
Talulah cups the girl's chin, and Alina smiles, nodding in understanding. A second later, Alina's eyes widen as she lets out a loud moan, feeling the tail enter inside her. She clenches onto Talulah's back, pulling her in and kissing her to suppress her moans, feeling the tail rubbing against her walls. As she holds onto Talulah's hot body, she realizes she hasn't done much to pleasure her lover, so she grabs one of her breasts, feeling their weight as she squeezes it, feeling Talulah let out a moan inside their kiss.
Talulah pulls away from the kiss, feeling Alina's grip on her breast as her tail explores deeper into her pussy.
“Alina, you're all mine. I'll only do this to you.”
“Thank y- AHH!”
Talulah feels a pinch. Knowing that means she was a bit too aggressive, she pulls her tail out, wiping it against the sheets. Alina lets out one more moan as the tail slides out, letting go of Talulah's breast.
“I'm sorry, Alina. I went too-”
“Please bite me.”
Talulah's expression quickly turns from sorrow to shock, whilst Alina's shows embarrassment, quickly covering her face with her hands.
“Excuse me?”
“I'm sorry! I didn't…I-sorry, that was a heat-of-the-moment thought. You don't need to.”
Talulah grabs one of her hands by the wrist and directs it to her large chest, a smile returning.
“Squeeze them for me. You'll have to earn this bite.”
Talulah prepares herself by biting her lip as Alina moves her hands back to Talulah's chest, gripping and squeezing them. Immediately, Talulah buckles underneath the pleasure, curving her back forward as she grabs onto Alina's shoulders, her head leaning down and looking at Alina.
“They're so sensitive… fuck, Alina. You're so good.”
“You too, dear.”
Talulah lets herself fall onto Alina, her mouth nibbling at her collar. Talulah felt like she was going insane, like she would explode at any minute and she had to expel some of her pleasure to Alina. Hearing and feeling Alina purr at the Draco's nibbling only motivated her more as she moves to her shoulder, licking and kissing incessantly.
“I-I'm about to cum. Give me all you got, Alina, please!”
Talulah moans out Alina's name as she feels her nipples press into her breasts from Alina's thumbs, as well as the strong grip on them. She eventually came, biting into her shoulder. Alina too moaned. She was about to cum as well. After the two climax, Alina lets go of Talulah's breasts, letting her lay on top of her. Talulah looks at Alina, heaving breaths.
“Fuck… that was the best moment in my life.”
“I can say the same.”
Alina places her hand behind Talulah's head, looking into her eyes, also breathless. She felt the stinging pain of the bite on her shoulder and the blood coming from the wound, but she didn't care. She felt safe in her lover's embrace.
“Thank you. Thank you so much, Lula.”
“You too, Lina.”
Talulah awakens in her cell, within the same Rhodes Island holding cell she is accustomed to. Who she thought was Alina was nothing more than her pillow. She sits up, the pillow still in her grasp, holding it tight as if it were still Alina, tears crawling down her cheek as she curls up with it, trying her best to return to that dream, knowing she can never actually see her again to confess to her.
…
…
I feel a tap on my shoulder.
“Guess you were eager.”
I jump and nearly drop the notebook, turning to Talulah and prepping for some sort of fiery retribution, but Talulah seemed relaxed. Relieved, even. I calm down and reply.
“You're awake.”
“Yes. I am.”
“So… did your idea work? Is Kashchey gone from your head?”
Talulah nods, and I see a tear shed from her eye.
“Yes. I feel like myself again. My head is mine again!”
Her voice was shaky, like she was about to burst into tears, but was fighting them back.
“Don't fight it. Let out your emotions, Lula.”
Immediately, Talulah pulls me close as I hear her stifled sobs close to my ear. I let her cry it out. She clenches me tightly, letting her emotions flood out. Her sobs sounded gleeful, clearly crying tears of joy.
After a few minutes of crying, her sobs slowly faded away, and she pushed off of me.
“Your kindness will not be forgotten.”
I nod and return Talulah's notebook to where it was before, then stand up.
“I'd best leave now. I'm getting quite tired, and I don't think they'll allow me to bunk with you.”
Talulah chuckles a little. Admittedly, she sounded very cute when doing so, unexpected of her.
In a matter of an hour, I learned a lot about the once-leader of Reunion, and had learned of her horrific uprising, her life beforehand, and her mental struggles. I also helped, nay, saved her from one of her greatest demons.
And once I left that door, I realized that I just fucked a terrorist.
Talulah is extremely passionate, as well as considerate. I could tell that her Arts were losing control, but she managed to restrain them to a safe temperature, even as she was losing her mind. Also, it may be a bit inconsiderate since I don't have Oripathy (I do have this weird libido thing I got somewhere, which is why I say I'm infected), but the originium going up her body makes her look that much better. But even without them, she still looks and is stunning.
I was originally a bit scared and had reservations about her, but after learning about her, I don't think she is the monster she was before.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the first 10/10.
Epilogue:
I got ready to sleep in my cell, having removed my clothes down to my boxers. The evening was fun, but I had to sleep for a new day.
It would've been a good sleep, had someone, or rather *something*, hadn't slithered its way into me.
“*Oh… she thinks me dead. You'll be a fine vessel for my plans.*”
Credit:
https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/7518690?q=alina_%28arknights%29
| r/0sanitymemes | post | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 | |
I feel like this should consist of 90% of Alina's description and philosophy monologue, 9% of narrator and 1% of Tal. Not canon. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
SESBIAN LEX!!!! | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
You couldn't really let us cope huh, instead you made us snap back into reality ;-; | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
>Talulah toppling instead of Alina
You had one job | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Sex review: Alina - I sleep
Sex review: Alina (Talulah’s Perspective) - You have caught my attention
glad to see some yuri fans in the AK community | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
It's funny. Yuri ships typically aren't my favorite, but Talina is my favorite Arknights ship, hands down. I'm certain nothing will top it. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
well you did good regardless | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-15-08 |
Posted a yuri one today (although more of a parody) about Utage Kirara, and got more on the way. Most likely not the next two weeks though.
Still, I'd love more inspiration: Any couples you'd suggest me? | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
I would like so see some:
Mostima x Fiammeta
Silverash x Gnosis
Elysium x Thorns
Chen x Hoshima
Texas Harem would be funny
Nearl Harem can also be funny
classic Saria x Silence
and also have been seeing some Amiya x W fics in my feed lately so that would be cool
I apologize for not having any straight ships here i im just a homo enjoyer (not theres anything bad with straight ships i just dont find them much enjoyable) | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
I have stuff planned for Nearl, but it will take time. It's one I'm very passionate about, but I want to do it RIGHT. (Gave myself a 2 months time limit for it.). And Nearl harem wise, I did a solo shining piece before, but it's probably TOO lewd for the sub.
However, for the rest... I'm sorry. I doubt I can deliver. They are either characters I don't want to touch for many reasons (Gnosis, Amiya, W, and ESPECIALLY Ch'en), either characters I know I can't really write well (Mostima, Gnosis, Thorns), either characters that I can't ship anymore unless MASSIVE character developement happens (It's funny. I used to be one of Saria x Silence's biggest fans until Lone Trails happened and kinda sunk it. My kingdom for Saria to get some more character developement).
I can do a Hoshiguma x Fem character though.
And I have some VERY specific plans for Ely.
P.S: I have a male gay couple in mind you didn't mention I really wanna write for, but I need a good idea for them first. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
you better do justice for my boy Ely he is my favorite vanguard. dont care for meta durin or big milky dragon flag waifu. Ely will always be best flagbearer and thats that | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
Well, as I headcanon him as Bi or Pan, and considering WHAT I have in mind for him, there's a 50/50 chance you'll try to kill me by the end of it. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
hmm im a hard man to disappoint this can be interesting | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
Silverweiss? Hmm... I might do that when I get to Gnossis. I already wrote a Silverash x random dokutah a while back and not to worry, it's based to be a homosexual enjoyer | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
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(è皿é) KAWALERIELKI SCREAMS IN PLEASURE AND ALL HOPE IS IN VAIN IT CANNOT WIN IT CANNOT WIN | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
Nani? | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
I figured I should share a fun fact about this sex review.
The main section, where Talulah and Alina have sex, was actually a fanfiction I wrote one time because i was going through chapter 8 and obsessing over their relationship.
Then, when I got to this point, I realized I could incporporste this into a story.
And thus, it is now what you see before you. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-17-08 |
I feel like this belongs to a different site entirely
Not that I’m complaining, saves me the difficulty of finding it | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-17-08 |
Talulah: ribbed for her pleasure | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-17-08 |
Truth be told, I wanted to put it on AO3 (not the last part, but the first part), but I just never got to it. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-17-08 |
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but what if she cannot | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
Man now I really wanna know what kinds of streamers the operators would be
Like Penance going through past landmark legal cases and explaining their significance in layman’s terms while Lappland sticks forks in toasters “to see what happens” | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
no fanum tax
i mean
no texas tax :( | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
lappland trying to mock every wrong italian-like food | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
**POINT OF NO RETURN**
The stakes had never been higher. The Reunion Movement had seized control of a critical nuclear launch site deep within enemy territory, and their plan was as terrifying as it was audacious. They intended to use the site’s nuclear warheads to annihilate every capital city on Terra, plunging the world into chaos and fulfilling their twisted vision of wiping the slate clean.
Kjerag High Command knew they had no time to waste. A strike force was quickly assembled, and at the center of this operation were Rhodes 1 and Antares 2, callsign Lumen. They were to lead the 42nd Squadron in a desperate mission to retake the site before the Reunion Movement could carry out their apocalyptic threat.
As the briefing concluded, Rhodes 1 looked around the room. The faces of the pilots were grim, and the air was thick with tension. This mission was different from any they had undertaken before. Failure was not an option; the fate of the world rested on their shoulders.
"Listen up," Rhodes 1 said, his voice steady and authoritative. "This isn’t just another mission. The Reunion Movement is playing for keeps, and they’ve got the means to end everything we’ve fought for. Our objective is clear: we’re taking back that site, no matter the cost. Stick to your training, trust your instincts, and watch each other’s backs. We’ll get through this, but only if we work together."
Lumen stood beside Rhodes 1, trying to mask his nerves. This was his first major operation, and the weight of it was almost overwhelming. But as he looked at Rhodes 1, he felt a surge of determination. He had to prove himself—not just to his wingman, but to the entire squadron.
The roar of jet engines filled the air as Rhodes 1, Lumen, and the 42nd Squadron took off into the cold, dark sky. The flight to the nuclear site was tense, each pilot mentally preparing for the battle ahead. The site was heavily fortified, surrounded by anti-aircraft guns, missile batteries, and a swarm of enemy fighters. It was a fortress, and breaching it would require precision, skill, and a lot of luck.
As they approached the site, the first wave of anti-aircraft fire lit up the sky. Explosions rocked the formation as the 42nd Squadron engaged the enemy defenses. Rhodes 1 took point, his F-15 slicing through the chaos with lethal precision.
"Lumen, stay close and watch my six," Rhodes 1 ordered as they dove into the fray. The air was thick with tracer fire and missile trails, and the pilots of the 42nd Squadron were locked in a deadly dance with the enemy.
Lumen gritted his teeth and followed Rhodes 1’s lead, his hands gripping the controls tightly. The battlefield was a maelstrom of destruction, and he had to keep his wits about him to survive. He watched as Rhodes 1 expertly weaved through the enemy defenses, taking out key targets with surgical strikes.
But the enemy was relentless. One by one, the planes of the 42nd Squadron were picked off, their pilots barely having time to eject before their aircraft were torn apart. Lumen’s heart sank as he saw the icons on his radar screen disappear. The odds were growing slimmer by the second.
"Rhodes 1, we’ve lost most of the squadron!" Lumen’s voice cracked over the radio, the fear creeping in.
"Focus, Lumen!" Rhodes 1 snapped back. "We’ve got a job to do. We’re almost at the core of the site. Stay with me!"
The nuclear site loomed ahead, a massive complex bristling with defenses. Rhodes 1 knew they had to hit the core’s power system to disable the launch mechanisms. It was a suicide mission for anyone but him, and even he wasn’t sure he could pull it off.
"Going in!" Rhodes 1 announced as he pulled his F-15 into a steep dive, heading straight for the heart of the site.
The core was buried deep within the structure, accessible only through a narrow, winding tunnel lined with obstacles. Rhodes 1’s hands moved with practiced ease as he maneuvered through the tight space, his mind focused entirely on the task at hand.
"Lumen, hold position and cover me," Rhodes 1 ordered. "I’m going to take out the core."
Lumen watched in awe as Rhodes 1 navigated the impossible terrain, his F-15 dancing between the walls of the tunnel. He knew he didn’t have the skill to follow, and the thought filled him with frustration and self-doubt. But he pushed those feelings aside. Rhodes 1 needed him to hold the line, and that’s what he would do.
Inside the tunnel, Rhodes 1’s world shrank to the confines of his cockpit. The walls blurred past him, and the core’s power system came into view, a glowing mass of machinery and cables. He locked on with his targeting computer, his finger hovering over the missile trigger.
"Come on… come on…" he muttered, waiting for the perfect moment.
With a flash, he fired. The missile streaked toward the core, striking it dead center. The explosion was instantaneous, the shockwave rattling Rhodes 1’s jet as he pulled up sharply to avoid the collapsing tunnel. He barely made it out, the flames licking at his tail as he shot back into the open sky.
"Lumen, I’m clear! Let’s finish this!" Rhodes 1 called out as he rejoined his wingman.
The site below erupted in secondary explosions as the power system failed, the nuclear warheads rendered useless. The Reunion Movement’s plan had been foiled, and the world had been spared from nuclear annihilation—for now.
As they flew away from the burning wreckage, Lumen’s voice came over the radio, filled with a mix of relief and admiration. "You did it, Rhodes 1. You really did it."
Rhodes 1 allowed himself a brief smile. "We did it, Lumen. We both made it out. And that’s what matters."
But as they headed back to base, Rhodes 1 couldn’t shake the feeling that this victory was only temporary. The Reunion Movement was still out there, and Solo Wing Elysium was with them. The war was far from over, and Rhodes 1 knew that the hardest battles were yet to come.
**FALSE PROMISES**
The adrenaline of their recent victory still coursed through Rhodes 1 and Lumen as they set a course for home. The skies were clear, and the two pilots allowed themselves a rare moment of levity as they left the chaos of the battlefield behind them.
"Hey, Rhodes 1," Lumen’s voice crackled over the radio, a lightness in his tone that hadn’t been there before. "You know, when we get back, I’m planning to take Irene out on a date. She’s been waiting for me to come home for weeks now. We were thinking of checking out that little café by the lake. The one with the amazing view."
Rhodes 1 couldn’t help but smile at Lumen’s enthusiasm. Despite the horrors they’d faced, the younger pilot still had dreams, hopes, and a future to look forward to. It was a reminder of what they were fighting for—the people they loved, the lives they wanted to protect.
"Sounds like a good plan, Lumen," Rhodes 1 replied, his voice steady. "Make sure you get her something nice. And don’t mess it up. You only get one shot at moments like those."
Lumen laughed, the sound a brief reprieve from the tension that had hung over them for days. "Don’t worry, Rhodes 1. I’ll make it perfect. You should join us sometime. I think Irene would like that."
But before Rhodes 1 could respond, a harsh voice cut through the radio chatter. The Kjerag AWACS operator, his tone urgent, broke the moment of peace.
"Rhodes Squadron, be advised! We have an unknown aircraft closing in on your position at high speed. Bearing 070, altitude 15,000 feet. It’s coming in hot!"
Rhodes 1’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the horizon. The battlefield might have been behind them, but the war was far from over. "Lumen, stay sharp. We’re not out of this yet."
Before Lumen could respond, his radar blared a warning. "I’ve got a lock! Incoming missile!" Lumen shouted, his voice tinged with panic.
Rhodes 1 instinctively checked his own systems, but the missile wasn’t targeting him—it was locked onto Lumen. "Break, Lumen, break!" Rhodes 1 commanded, but it was too late.
Lumen saw the long, red streak of the missile arcing towards him, and in that split second, he made a decision. Without hesitation, he pulled his F-16 in front of Rhodes 1’s path, taking the full force of the missile.
The explosion was deafening. Rhodes 1 watched in horror as Lumen’s jet was torn apart in a fiery blaze, pieces of the aircraft scattering across the sky. The shockwave rattled his own F-15, and he fought to keep it under control.
"LUMEN!" Rhodes 1’s shout was drowned out by the chaos, but there was no answer. His heart pounded in his chest as he scanned the skies for any sign of his wingman, but all he could see was the smoke trail leading down to the earth below.
A cold, familiar voice crackled over the radio, sending a chill down Rhodes 1’s spine. "So… found the reason to fight yet, buddy?"
Rhodes 1’s blood ran cold as he recognized the voice. It was Solo Wing Elysium. The traitor, the man who had once been his closest ally, now aligned with the Reunion Movement. And there he was, in the unknown aircraft that had just taken down Lumen.
Rhodes 1’s eyes locked onto the silhouette of the enemy jet as it circled above. It was sleek, menacing, painted in dark, ominous colors. And emblazoned on its tail was a symbol that had once represented friendship but now stood for betrayal—a wing, torn and bleeding.
"You bastard," Rhodes 1 growled, his hands tightening around the controls. The grief and anger welled up inside him, threatening to boil over. Lumen’s laughter, his dreams of a future with Irene, all of it had been snatched away in an instant by the man who now taunted him over the radio.
"Is this what you’ve become, Elysium? A murderer?" Rhodes 1 spat the words, his voice shaking with fury.
"Rhodes 1," Elysium’s voice was calm, almost cold. "This is what the world made me. You and I… we’re not so different. We’re both fighting for something. The only difference is that I’ve found my reason. Have you?"
Rhodes 1’s mind raced. The sky around him felt suffocating, filled with the echoes of betrayal and the ghost of his fallen wingman. But as much as the rage burned within him, he knew he couldn’t lose control. Not now. Not with Elysium watching, waiting for him to make a mistake.
"This ends here, Elysium," Rhodes 1 declared, his voice steel. "You’ve chosen your path, and I’ve chosen mine. But make no mistake—I’ll take you down."
A bitter laugh came from Elysium’s end. "We’ll see about that, buddy."
Without another word, Elysium’s aircraft broke off from its circling pattern and rocketed towards Rhodes 1, guns blazing. Rhodes 1 pulled back on the throttle, pushing his F-15 into a tight evasive maneuver. The dogfight that followed was intense, both pilots pushing their jets to the limit, their once synchronized movements now turned deadly as they sought to outmaneuver each other.
But Elysium wasn’t just any opponent—he was Rhodes 1’s equal, his shadow. Every move Rhodes 1 made, Elysium countered with precision, the two of them locked in a deadly dance in the sky.
Rhodes 1’s mind raced, not just with the battle at hand, but with the memories of Lumen, Irene, and everything they had fought for. Elysium might have found his twisted reason to fight, but Rhodes 1 had found his as well. It wasn’t about hatred or revenge—it was about protecting what mattered. It was about ensuring that no one else would lose what he had lost.
The battle raged on, but Rhodes 1 knew that this was just the beginning. The Reunion Movement, Elysium’s betrayal, and the war that threatened to consume Terra—it all led to this moment, and there would be no turning back.
As the skies around them burned, Rhodes 1 swore to himself that he would end this, no matter the cost. Elysium might have taken Lumen, but he would never take Rhodes 1’s resolve.
The battle was far from over, but Rhodes 1 was ready for whatever came next. The war for Terra’s future had only just begun.
**TWO SIDES OF A COIN**
The battle between Rhodes 1 and Solo Wing Elysium raged on, high above the war-torn lands of Kjerag. The sky was their arena, and their aircraft were extensions of their wills, dancing through the clouds in a deadly ballet. Each pilot knew the other’s moves, every feint and dodge, every calculated risk—it was like looking into a mirror, but this reflection was one of hatred, betrayal, and unrelenting resolve.
Elysium’s ADFX-01 Morgan was a formidable beast, a prototype fighter developed in secret by the Kazdels. The sleek, dark jet was outfitted with the latest technology, a weapon of war designed to dominate the skies. It bristled with advanced weaponry and boasted capabilities that far surpassed Rhodes 1’s aging F-15. The Morgan’s engines roared with power as it maneuvered with impossible agility, its pilot pushing it to the limits.
But Rhodes 1 was no ordinary pilot. His F-15 might have been older, less advanced, but he knew its every quirk, every strength and weakness. It had carried him through countless battles, and he trusted it as much as he trusted his own instincts. And those instincts were screaming at him now—find a way to win, no matter what.
The two aircraft clashed again and again, their guns blazing, missiles streaking through the air. Elysium pressed the attack relentlessly, using the Morgan’s superior speed and firepower to try and overwhelm Rhodes 1. But each time, Rhodes 1 managed to evade, twisting his jet in tight, daring maneuvers that kept him just out of reach.
As the battle wore on, Rhodes 1 realized something. Elysium’s Morgan, for all its advanced technology, had a vulnerability. The front intakes—those crucial openings that fed air into the jet’s powerful engines—looked exposed. If he could land a precise shot there, it might just cripple the Morgan, leveling the playing field.
But to get that shot, Rhodes 1 would need to get close—dangerously close. It was a gamble, a risk that could cost him everything. But Rhodes 1 knew there was no other way. Elysium was too skilled, the Morgan too powerful. This fight wouldn’t be won by superior firepower or technology. It would be won by the better pilot, the one with the sharper instincts, the cooler nerve.
Rhodes 1 gritted his teeth and made his decision. He would force a joust—an aerial duel where both jets would fly head-on at each other, testing who had the bravery to hold their course longer, to fire the decisive shot at the critical moment.
"Elysium," Rhodes 1 muttered under his breath, his hands steady on the controls. "You always were the more reckless one."
He banked his F-15 hard, turning it around to face the oncoming Morgan. Elysium, seeing the maneuver, did the same. The two jets lined up on opposite sides of the sky, their noses pointed directly at each other. The distance between them closed rapidly, the gap shrinking with terrifying speed.
For a brief moment, everything else fell away—the war, the past, even Lumen’s death. It was just Rhodes 1 and Elysium, locked in a final, fateful duel. The skies around them blurred, the roar of their engines drowning out everything else. The world seemed to narrow to a single point—the moment of truth.
The two jets barreled towards each other, neither pilot flinching, neither giving an inch. The Morgan’s advanced systems locked onto Rhodes 1’s F-15, ready to unleash a barrage of fire. But Rhodes 1’s eyes were locked on the Morgan’s intakes, his mind calculating the perfect angle, the exact timing.
They were almost on top of each other now, just seconds away from collision. Rhodes 1’s heart pounded in his chest, but his hands were steady. He knew what he had to do.
At the last possible moment, Rhodes 1 yanked his control stick hard, sending his F-15 into a tight roll. The sudden maneuver caused Elysium to fire his guns prematurely, the rounds tearing through the space where Rhodes 1 had been just a heartbeat before. But now, Rhodes 1 was in position. He squeezed the trigger, unleashing a burst of fire straight into the Morgan’s intakes.
The rounds punched into the exposed intakes, tearing through the fragile components inside. The Morgan’s engines sputtered and then erupted in a fiery explosion. Elysium’s jet shuddered violently, trailing smoke as it began to lose altitude.
Rhodes 1 pulled up sharply, narrowly avoiding a collision with the crippled Morgan. He glanced back, watching as Elysium’s jet spiraled downwards, out of control. For a moment, he thought it was over—that he had won.
But Elysium wasn’t done yet. Even as his jet fell apart around him, he fought to regain control, pushing the Morgan to its absolute limits. "You think you’ve beaten me?" Elysium’s voice crackled over the radio, filled with rage and defiance. "This isn’t over, Rhodes 1. I’ll take you down with me!"
The Morgan’s remaining weapons systems flared to life, a desperate, final salvo aimed at Rhodes 1. But the damage had been done. The missiles and bullets veered off course, the Morgan’s systems too damaged to function properly.
Rhodes 1 watched as Elysium’s jet plummeted towards the ground, flames licking at its wings. There was no joy in the victory, no sense of triumph. He had done what he had to, but the cost had been steep.
As Elysium’s jet finally impacted the ground in a fiery explosion, Rhodes 1 let out a long, shaky breath. The sky was quiet once more, the echoes of battle fading into the distance. But the war was far from over. There were still enemies to face, battles to fight, and a world to save.
Rhodes 1 turned his jet back towards home, his thoughts heavy. Elysium had been his friend once, and now he was gone. But Rhodes 1 couldn’t afford to dwell on the past. Lumen’s sacrifice, the lives of those he was fighting to protect—they were counting on him.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in shades of orange and red, Rhodes 1 knew that the fight was far from over. But he was ready, whatever came next. The skies belonged to him now, and he would defend them with everything he had.
Rhodes 1 felt the tension leave his body as he watched the ADFX-01 Morgan spiral out of control. The battle had been fierce, the outcome uncertain until the very last moment. But now, with the threat neutralized, he could finally allow himself a moment of relief. He began to turn his F-15 back towards the base, the glow of the setting sun casting long shadows across the landscape.
But something caught his eye—a dark shape against the bright sky. He looked back, and there it was: the Morgan, still tumbling through the air, its engines dead, smoke trailing from its ruined body. And then, a small flash—a tiny dot separating from the wreckage. Elysium had ejected.
Rhodes 1’s gaze lingered on the sight of the parachute opening, billowing out against the orange sky. Elysium was alive. Despite everything, his former comrade had survived. For a moment, Rhodes 1 considered turning back, perhaps to finish what he started or to confront Elysium one last time.
But instead, he simply shook his head and pushed the thought aside. Elysium’s fate was no longer his concern. He had done what he needed to do. Whatever came next, that was for Elysium to decide. With a heavy heart, Rhodes 1 turned his jet away from the falling parachute, leaving the past behind him as he flew off into the unknown.
**FOREVER BROTHER IN ARMS**
The years had been unkind to Terra. The scars of the Kazdel war still marred the land, but time had a way of healing even the deepest wounds. In the heart of Kjerag, a new sense of hope had begun to take root, nurtured by those who had fought for its survival.
Among them was a man once known as Solo Wing Elysium. No longer the idealistic pilot who had flown beside Rhodes 1, Elysium had become something of a legend in his own right. A freedom fighter for Kjerag, he had dedicated his life to ensuring that the horrors of the past would never be repeated. His voice had become a rallying cry for those who sought justice, his words a beacon for those who had lost everything.
Today, Elysium found himself sitting across from a young reporter in a modest room, the walls adorned with maps and symbols of Kjerag’s resistance. The reporter, eager and wide-eyed, had come to ask him about the war, about the battles that had shaped the world they now lived in. And Elysium, ever the storyteller, obliged.
He spoke of the Kazdel war, of the dark days when hope had seemed all but lost. He recounted the battles, the sacrifices, the betrayals that had defined that tumultuous time. The reporter listened intently, scribbling notes, capturing every word.
As the interview drew to a close, the reporter leaned forward, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. "And what of Rhodes 1?" he asked. "The stories say he vanished after the war. Do you know what became of him?"
Elysium paused, a wistful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He looked out the window, as if searching the skies for something—or someone—long gone. "Rhodes 1 was the best of us," he said quietly. "A man who believed in something greater, even when the rest of us lost our way."
The reporter waited, sensing there was more to come.
Elysium turned back to the reporter, his expression unreadable. "You know, in this world, not all stories have an ending. Some just… continue. And sometimes, you have to wonder if the people you left behind are still out there, somewhere."
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "Hey, buddy," he said, addressing not the reporter, but someone far away, someone who might be reading these words. "Still alive?"
The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. The reporter blinked, unsure of what to say, but Elysium simply sat back, the enigmatic smile still on his face.
The interview ended soon after, the reporter thanking Elysium for his time and leaving with his notes, eager to write the story of a lifetime. But Elysium remained in his seat, his thoughts drifting back to the past, to a time when the skies were filled with the roar of jets and the air crackled with the tension of battle.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the room in shadow, Elysium wondered if Rhodes 1 was still out there, flying through the endless sky, just as he had always done. And if, one day, their paths might cross again.
But for now, all he could do was wait—and hope. | r/0sanitymemes | post | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
u/DVG79 | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
i just wanna say if you've read part 1 and 2 and have come this far i just wanna thank you | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
Buddy/10
Peak aircraft story | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
F in chat fr Lumen tho | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
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Hmm skadi cute hair | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
**KILL THE OCEAN! BEHEAD THE OCEAN! ROUNDHOUSE KICK THE OCEAN INTO THE CONCRETE! SLAM DUNK THE BABY OCEAN INTO THE TRASH CAN! CRUCIFY THE FILTHY OCEAN! DEFECATE INTO THE OCEAN! LAUNCH THE OCEAN INTO THE SUN! STIR FRY THE OCEAN IN A WOK! TOSS THE OCEAN INTO ACTIVE VOLCANOES! URINATE INTO THE OCEAN! JUDO THROW THE OCEAN INTO A WOOD CHIPPER! TWIST THE OCEANS HEADS OFF! REPORT THE OCEAN TO THE IRS! KARATE CHOP THE OCEAN IN HALF! CURB STOMP THE PREGNANT OCEAN! TRAP THE OCEAN IN QUICKSAND! CRUSH THE OCEAN IN THE TRASH COMPACTOR! LIQUIFY THE OCEAN IN A VAT OF ACID! EAT THE OCEAN! DISSECT THE OCEAN! EXTERMINATE THE OCEAN IN THE GAS CHAMBER! STOMP THE OCEANS SKULLS WITH STEEL-TOED BOOTS! CREMATE THE OCEAN IN THE OVEN! LOBOTOMIZED OCEAN! MANDATORY ABORTIONS FOR THE OCEAN! GRIND THE OCEAN FETUSES IN THE GARBAGE DISPOSAL! DROWN THE OCEAN IN FRIED CHICKEN GREASE! VAPORIZE THE OCEAN WITH A RAYGUN! KICK THE OLD OCEAN DOWN THE STAIRS! FEED THE OCEAN TO ALLIGATORS! SLICE THE OCEAN WITH A KATANA!** | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
Kyaaaa Skadi!!! | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
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Always 🗣️🗣️🗣️ | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
I can't add images very cringe | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
Probably later on you can. It's always like this. Sometimes you can, sometimes you can't. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
THE MOONLIGHT MELTS OUR STEELY PLANET, FORGING OUR GOD AND HEART WITHIN
WITH THE GOD AND HEART, DOTH WE CHARGE TOWARDS THIS ETERNALLY AWOKEN CITY
THE BRAMBLES SHALL CHANGE AWAY THE WIRING, WANTED LISTS CIRCULATE ABOUT
TO THE WEST LIES THE FORESTS OF OLD, AIDING THY ESCAPE FROM UNNUMBERED MAZES
TO THE WEST SHINES A SHOOTING-STAR, WATCHING THY CHARGE INTO UNNUMBERED MAZES
LIGHT AND DARK IS THE REALM OF MAN
LIGHT AND DARK IS THE REALM OF MAN | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
I would love biting Earthspirit's neck... | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
Weird i remember i was able to before | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
I like to creep around Rhodes Island and act like a goblin.
I don’t know why but I just enjoy doing this. Maybe it’s my way of dealing with bad gacha luck or something but I just do it about once every week. Generally I’ll carry around a sack and creep around in a sort of crouch-walking position making goblin noises, then I’ll walk around the different departments on rhodes island and pick up various different “trinkets” and put them in my bag while saying stuff like “I’ll be having that” and laughing maniacally in my goblin voice (“trinkets” can include anything from shit I find on the ground to Młynar’s newspaper or Mumu’s bath water). The other day I was talking with Kaltsit and she mentioned hearing weird noises like what I wrote about and I was just internally screaming the entire conversation. I’m 99% sure she doesn’t know it’s me but god that 1% chance is seriously weighing on my mind. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
Doktah is a twink femboy and Kaltsit is keeping him all to herself | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
No it's always like this. Don't know if it's a Reddit thing or the mod thing but for what I noticed, you can only upload image on the comments section for small amount of times like at least 4 days or more and then suddenly you can't do it for a while.
I feel bad for OP since he can't do his thing right now. Really bad timing if I have to say. | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
Chinese Garlic Sauce for Stir-Fries
Ingredients
2 tablespoons rice vinegar
2 tablespoons granulated sugar
1 tablespoon light soy sauce
1 tablespoon dark soy sauce
2 teaspoons Chinese rice wine (or dry sherry)
1/2 teaspoon chili sauce, or according to taste
1/4 teaspoon sesame oil
1 1/2 teaspoons cornstarch
1 tablespoon water
1 tablespoon vegetable oil (or peanut oil)
3 to 4 medium cloves garlic, finely chopped (or 4 teaspoons chopped garlic)
Gather the ingredients
In a small bowl, stir together the rice vinegar, sugar, soy sauces, rice wine or sherry, chile sauce, and sesame oil
In a separate small bowl, dissolve the cornstarch in the water
Heat the oil over medium heat in a saucepan. Add the chopped garlic and cook, stirring until aromatic (around 30 seconds). Watch very carefully to make sure it doesn't bur
Quickly re-stir the soy sauce mixture, add it to the saucepan, and bring to a boil, stirring. This should take about a minute
Re-stir the cornstarch-water mixture and add it to the sauce, stirring to thicken
Use in your favorite stir fries and enjoy | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
https://i.redd.it/ztr75qyj8zid1.gif
Gladiia is that you? (I don’t know what she generally says) | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
https://i.redd.it/8cd73lty8zid1.gif
But I can send gifs, also sick user flair | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
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Bro when Earthspirit: | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
https://i.redd.it/eh8cn1s79zid1.gif
(I kinda want to see a Kal’sit version of this gif) | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
ME WHEN HER THIGHS!!!! | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
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https://i.redd.it/jeafwjs0azid1.gif
(Kal’stare) | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
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I see, and here i thought i was getting silent ban for uploading pictures in replies | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
...I- I don't know what to say right now. I now able to upload image too... Hmm.
[also thanks. I make this because of this post. it stuck in my head for a while and I thought it will nice reference for someone understand it ](https://www.reddit.com/r/0sanitymemes/s/wOoGMuFKJc) | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
https://i.redd.it/sz6ju2r0bzid1.gif
Uwaaaa white hair white hair white hair | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
No dick, no balls lmao
https://i.redd.it/l5x30uiobzid1.gif | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
https://i.redd.it/yubqotrrbzid1.gif
😕 | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
HER TUMMY!!!!! | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
I am not at 0 sanity right now but does bug cat appreciate daughters? | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
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Raaaaaaaa🗣️🗣️🔊🔊🔊
https://i.redd.it/jwvxdeovfzid1.gif
~~Bratty Earthspirit ruining my free 4\* recruit in IS4~~ | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
https://i.redd.it/r3ljtsqbgzid1.gif
Showered with love and affection | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
https://i.redd.it/5xge88axgzid1.gif
Really? Right in front of my ice cream? | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
AH NUUUUUU CHEEKI BREEKI I V DAMKE | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
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What is your limit on how many snackies you can have. And why does Kal'tsit say no | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
BREEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAASSSSSTSS!!!!!!!!!!!!1!1!1 | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
https://i.redd.it/bop0ul1lhzid1.gif
Pleaseeeee Kal’sit 500 snacks, pleaseeeeeeeeee | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
https://i.redd.it/0j4sfhtohzid1.gif
How can I unsee this? (looks like a penus) | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
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https://i.redd.it/0bs3wwxiizid1.gif
*operator death sound effects* | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
Or get physical
https://preview.redd.it/k589owunizid1.jpeg?width=2436&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=d0b285f26e990a3d2ad9657a8f252bd8c1a96112
brain dmg | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
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OOORRRRGHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
I want to monch Monch | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
Executor: You're a deadbeat
Virtuosa: And you're a fed
Executor: Tax evasion is a crime, Arturia
Virtuosa: IT'S AN OBLIGATION | r/0sanitymemes | comment | r/0sanitymemes | 2024-16-08 |
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