Htn with jester halo = mid-high cl pull ability

[underatedgreycel]

Prove me wrong

 

[htautist]

Prove me wrong

Tiktokcel tier, Wym jester halo yeah being a jester gives you a halo same way being 6’3+ does

 

[Slayfer]

Just say being funny/charismatic.

CL would win either way, cl is 1/1000 looks.

 

[underatedgreycel]

Tiktokcel tier, Wym jester halo yeah being a jester gives you a halo same way being 6’3+ does

caging at you bluetard. You’re a peasant: joined August 13th posts: 1070. Talk to me when you’re relevant

 

[underatedgreycel]

I’m a faggot

Water

 

[htautist]

caging at you bluetard. You’re a peasant: joined August 13th posts: 1070. Talk to me when you’re relevant

Yet we still have have the same rep, you literally joined the same year

 

[underatedgreycel]

Please stick your penis in my Indian ass

I don’t swing that way bro stop asking

 

[htautist]

I don’t swing that way bro stop asking

Stfu you literally have to edit my comments to try and win an argument, I’m sorry but I’m not gonna write a gay fantasy like you okay so stop projecting your own desires onto me cause if you’re gay cool story but it doesn’t involve me

 

[underatedgreycel]

I’m gonna write a gay fantasy:
The night air was heavy with the scent of jasmine and rain-soaked earth as Arjun wandered through the crowded streets of Mumbai. His dark eyes, restless and hungry, were searching for something he couldn’t quite name. He had always felt different, his desires pulling him toward men, and lately his fantasies had become sharper, more vivid.





In his daydreams, he often imagined a tall, broad-shouldered man with pale skin and sharp features — someone who seemed to step out of another world. A figure of power and allure, who towered over him, making him feel both small and cherished.





That night, under strings of golden lights strung across a rooftop café, Arjun saw him. Leaning casually against the railing was exactly the kind of man he had dreamed of: tall, blond, with a smile that carried both mischief and warmth. His name was Daniel.





Daniel’s deep voice seemed to wrap around Arjun like velvet when he spoke. “You look like you’ve been searching for someone.”





Arjun’s breath caught. He laughed softly, almost shy. “Maybe I have.”





The conversation flowed easily, like they had known each other for years. Daniel’s hand brushed against Arjun’s, sparking heat that rushed through his body. The difference between them — Arjun’s rich brown skin against Daniel’s pale — felt like fire meeting snow.





Later, when the café had emptied and the city hummed softly below, Daniel leaned closer. His towering frame cast a shadow over Arjun, but his touch was gentle, reverent. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, before kissing him slowly, deeply, as though he had been waiting a lifetime.





For Arjun, it was more than a kiss. It was the fantasy made real — to be seen, desired, and held by the kind of man he had always secretly longed for.

Mirin. Very high effort for a bluecel