#8asks

Thank youuuuuuuu. I'm trying my best, I was even more active here. I stopped my reblogs because I was suffering a wave of hate for no reason (maybe because I always reblog my support post)

I'm still here tho, they aren't 💋

I wonder why ffix wasn't a hit back in 2000 but I love it how the people were so faithful it became one of the most fave of the fanbase

kuja is the beeeeeeest, also zidane and vivi forgave him so periooooooooooooooooooooooooodtttttt

every time I play honkai star rail and see aventurine, I see kuja, he is a kuja of this generation and I love it, the closet gays will never be as cunty as him

baddie

top 3 is tortureeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

the first time I just saw the demo I already love it, I had the magazine with the full walkthrough and it had pictures and I always wanted to play and feel the moments I could just capture in my mind

for me ffviii is the best one not because this and that but because it was so fucking hard to play it, it has 4 discs and back in my country was 20 fucking reais, the minimun wage back there was like 230 reais

I never face hunger and any type of stuff, my childhood was amazing until my father got cancer, I was 13 (despite the number I love ffxiii tho)

I learned english just to play it in my 12, 13 or 14, I had to buy ANOTHER copy because disc 3 was corrupted and the thing is I never had the original in my life and those cute aesthetics, I had to work like a little slut just to play something I love it the very fisrt time and when I get to play it I knew I would love this game forever

sometimes I am a snake about situations from games but its only because people had a privilege to play something Id kill for it and they are like whatever like a fucking moron stupid shit meanie weirdo incel maniac

the reason is very capitalist like the plot of all ffs destroying capitalism and I love it

so its not a game, its more of a weapon to hope to me, it gives me strength to keep fighting like asking help per example, I wouldnt buy my pc if it wasnt for yall and my work

hope yall dont see this as a SaaD thing tho adfsfzfgghc

now I can play the remastered lol and it was a moot that gave it to me, like?????? I struggled so fcng much and now I can be served like a diva? honestly iconic

*playing balamb garden*

Thank youuuuuuuuu, it was good also I'm almost buying the pc 💜💜💜, for some reason I had 3 cakes lol

Mano o que eu quereria era um note acer aspire 5 i7, tava na promoção esses dias mas pqp café 40 reais crlh

Vou me contentar com i5, normal e 16gb de ram pq eu nao sou nenhuma safada

Paulo had always been a bottom, a role he embraced with pride and passion. His followers adored his vulnerability and the raw honesty with which he shared his experiences. But little did they know, Paulo harbored a secret fantasy, one that he had only hinted at in his most cryptic posts—a desire to be dominated by a being who could manipulate time itself.

Ultimecia, the enigmatic and powerful sorceress, had long been a figure of fascination for Paulo. Her ability to compress time, to bend it to her will, was the stuff of legends. And tonight, she had chosen Paulo as her plaything.

As Paulo wandered through the bustling streets, lost in thought, he felt a sudden shift in the air. The world around him seemed to slow down, the sounds of the city fading into a distant hum. Before he could react, he found himself in a dimly lit chamber, the walls adorned with ancient symbols that pulsed with an otherworldly energy.

Ultimecia stood before him, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and desire. "Paulo," she purred, her voice echoing through the chamber. "I've been watching you. Your posts, your desires... they intrigue me."

Paulo's heart raced as he took in the sight of her. Ultimecia was a vision of power and beauty, her form radiating an aura of dominance. He felt a surge of excitement and fear, a heady mix that sent shivers down his spine.

"You want to experience time compression, don't you?" Ultimecia asked, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "To feel every moment stretched and intensified, to be at the mercy of my cock?"

Paulo nodded, his breath hitching in his throat. He had dreamed of this moment, of being taken by someone who could control time itself. And now, it was happening.

Ultimecia waved her hand, and the world around them seemed to freeze. Time itself seemed to bend to her will, the seconds stretching into eternity. She stepped closer to Paulo, her fingers tracing a path down his chest, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

"You're mine now, Paulo," she whispered, her voice a low growl. "And I'm going to show you what it means to be truly dominated."

With a flick of her wrist, Ultimecia's cock materialized, hard and throbbing, a testament to her power and desire. Paulo gasped as he felt the tip press against his entrance, the sensation intensified by the time compression. Every touch, every movement, was magnified, sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through his body.

Ultimecia thrust into him, her cock filling him completely. Paulo cried out, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity. He could feel every inch of her, every movement, as if time itself had slowed to a crawl. The pleasure was unbearable, a relentless assault on his senses that left him gasping for breath.

"Feel it, Paulo," Ultimecia commanded, her voice a low growl. "Feel every moment, every sensation. You're mine, and I'm going to make sure you never forget this."

Paulo could only moan in response, his body writhing beneath her. The time compression made every thrust, every touch, an eternity of pleasure and pain. He could feel himself unraveling, his mind and body pushed to their limits.

As Ultimecia continued to dominate him, Paulo felt a sense of surrender wash over him. He was hers, completely and utterly. And in that moment, he knew that he would never be the same.

When it was over, Paulo lay panting on the floor, his body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Ultimecia stood over him, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"You did well, Paulo," she said, her voice softening. "Remember this night, and the power of time compression. And know that you are forever changed."

As Paulo stumbled back into the neon-lit streets of Neo-Tokyo, he knew that his life would never be the same. He had experienced the ultimate fantasy, and it had left an indelible mark on his soul. And as he returned to his Tumblr blog, he knew that his followers would be in for a treat, as he shared his most intimate and transformative experience yet.

Rio de Janeiro’s Lapa District — Midnight

Adel’s boots thudded against cobblestones, his towering 6’5” frame casting a shadow under flickering streetlamps. His jet-black ponytail swung like a whip, muscles bulging beneath a tank top stained with sweat. The favelas buzzed with samba, but Adel hunted a different rhythm. Tonight, his target was Paolo—a lithe twink with sun-kissed curls, soft lips, and a waist begged to be gripped. Paolo leaned against a graffiti-slathered wall, skinny jeans clinging to his hairless thighs, his nipples pebbling under a sheer mesh shirt. Their eyes met.

“Você vai gemer alto hoje,” Adel growled (You’ll scream loud tonight).

Scene 1: The Compression Begins

Adel’s loft was sparse—concrete floors, a king-sized bed, and a floor-to-ceiling window framing Christ the Redeemer. He shoved Paolo against the glass, the twink’s pert ass pressing into Adel’s groin. Paolo gasped as Adel’s meaty palm slapped his cheek, leaving a red imprint. “More…” Paolo whimpered, already addicted to the pain.

Adel’s cock sprang free—uncut, veiny, and thick as a soda can, its dark mushroom head glistening with precum. Paolo dropped to his knees, trembling hands cupping Adel’s heavy balls. “Engole,” Adel ordered (Swallow). Paolo obeyed, lips stretching obscenely as Adel thrust down his throat, the twink’s gagging muffled by the monster in his mouth.

Scene 2: Time Shatters

Adel’s power surged. A snap of his fingers, and the room’s clock froze. Time compression warped reality—every second stretched into an hour of debauchery.

He flipped Paolo onto the bed, ripping off the twink’s jeans. Paolo’s hole clenched, slick with lube from Adel’s spit. “Pronto pra ser arrombado?” Adel sneered (Ready to get wrecked?). Without waiting, he speared Paolo in one brutal thrust, the twink’s scream echoing in the frozen timestream.

“Muito… grande…” Paolo sobbed, but Adel’s pace never slowed. His hips pistoned, each snap compressing hours of friction into seconds. Paolo’s cock leaked incessantly, his hands scrabbling at Adel’s biceps as the Brazilian’s balls slapped his ass. Sweat dripped from Adel’s ponytail onto Paolo’s heaving chest.

Scene 3: Eternal Ecstasy

Adel dragged Paolo onto his lap, the twink impaled on his cock, legs hooked over muscular shoulders. Paolo’s back arched, his nipples brushing Adel’s chest. “Vai gozar?” Adel taunted, fingers digging bruises into Paolo’s hips (Gonna cum?).

Time fractured further. Paolo came endlessly—ropes of cum painting his stomach, his prostate hammered relentlessly by Adel’s relentless thrusts. Adel’s knotty foreskin dragged against Paolo’s walls, the twink’s hole swelling red and raw. “Não para… não para…” Paolo babbled, tears streaming (Don’t stop…).

Scene 4: Crescendo

Adel’s roar shook the room as he erupted, pumping Paolo full of thick, steaming cum. Time snapped back—clocks whirred, sirens blared outside. Paolo collapsed, his ass dripping, body trembling. Adel smirked, lifting the twink’s chin. “Você aguentou bem,” he grunted (You took it well).

But Paolo was already hard again, fingers teasing his swollen rim. “De novo…” he begged (Again…).

Epilogue: Cyclical Hunger

Adel lit a cigar, watching Paolo limp into dawn’s light. The twink would return—they always did. Time bent to Adel’s will, but his appetite? Infinite. Somewhere, another twink awaited. Another night. Another eternity of flesh.

this is the type of pervert asks I want to receive

I worked hard for this