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Why do you love the person or people you love? @charadrxxmxrr / meme

🌑 "Oh, now that is hardly a query wasting much thought over. Obviously for being powerful, ruthless, disciplined, and aesthetically flawless. How quaint of you to assume I would be enamored with anyone but myself."

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Is it right to have an intimate relationship with somebody you don’t love? @lanshiang / meme

🌑 “What an absurd question to waste my time with. Relationships are transactions. If such an arrangement benefits you, take it. If it doesn’t, discard it. Love, as you call it, is nothing but a repulsive and evolutionary trick to keep lesser creatures from killing each other long enough to breed.”

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@l0ve-and-determ1nat10n / sc

🌑 The area Frieza is stopping by next is called Archimedes Ward, with its architecture evoking the imagery of modern-day Greece to some residents. A reference that is mostly lost on the Emperor, though. He has acquired knowledge about Earth for strategic advantage and intellectual superiority, but its limited as far as its many different timelines goes.

Eventually, his steps take him into a broad street that cuts through the center of the ward, with a sheer endless amount of food stalls lining up on both sides. A passing pedestrian offhandedly calls it “Star Trail.”

It is crowded and noisy, and all kinds of lower beings linger about, waiting in front of stalls for greasy morsels, squatting on benches, unceremoniously stuffing their faces with local cuisine.

Frieza surveys the scene with a blank stare, his presence untouched by the chaos. That is until he notices a human child scurrying past him, carrying a tray with steaming food in its hands. What a shame it would be, if the brat couldn't enjoy that much anticipated greasy meal.

Without even turning his gaze, his tail flicks upward with sudden, effortless precision, thwacking the tray out of their hands. The food scatters across the ground, drawing a few stunned looks from people in close vicinity.

“Oops,” Frieza drawls, his voice smooth and devoid of sincerity. “How terribly clumsy of me. My tail must have slipped.”

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@shadeandsuffering / sc

🌑 After having found his new accommodation devoid of any roommates to play with, exploring this place in its entirety seems like the next-best option to keep himself marginally entertained. It's distraction now that he desires after awakening in this humiliating nightmare.

How inconvenient and infuriating it is though, to either walk or making use of the rudimentary public transportation of those lesser monkeys to move between those places. He hates both with a burning resentment, yet walking is still the preferred option over sharing space with body-liquid-oozing peasants.

The Golden Ward is inevitably one of those places he ends up gracing with his presence. It is just such a shame he can't greet the citizens properly (by blowing half of the wards into smithereens). Alas, he will have to find other means of entertainment.

As he's leaving the Boardwalk area behind and steering closer towards the Crimson Lane, still bored out of his mind, he notices a commotion taking place not too far from him. And just as he gets closer, he notices quickly that he's not the only bystander watching those humans getting all exasperated over stolen belongings.

How trite. And yet he can't help having his interest slightly piqued by this other individual. Though, the bar of what's to be considered interesting is not all too high in a place like this, where everything appears just dull.

"Now, now. A fellow connoisseur of the despaired or just another drop in this vast mass of hypo-genetic dolts?"

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Enter the Tyrant

🌑 How peculiar. He has finally achieved the strength to absolutely humiliate these damn monkeys, only to wake up and find it all completely stripped from him again, just like that. Well, there is a pitiful sliver of power left, a ridiculous small part of it that would do nothing in the face of his enemies. It's really more insult to the injury.

And that toy scouter? Someone really thinks to be oh so funny. The toy cracks slowly in Frieza's hand as he takes it all in with dangerous silence. Not even his tail is moving, he is just standing there, staring at the wall of what's supposed to be his new home.

That is until a loud scream roars from deep within him. It is rage. Pure unbridled rage.

Frieza then proceeds to hurl his broken toy scouter against the wall before him because right now, there is not much else in his vicinity to take his anger out on. Just this damn house and that ridiculous toy.

However, he is aware that a vast variety of pathetic lifeforms scour all over this place. And he can't just lose his face like that, in front of those invertebrates. He won't give the instigators of this affront the pleasure to humiliate him even more, either. Oh no, he won't.

And just like that, with as fast as his wrath has overtaken him, he's regaining his composure. He is even forcing a smile back onto his facial features, one that could be easily mistaken for joy and amusement, when it really only hides that brooding rage underneath.

He glances at the key given to him, the one leading into this house. House 120, wasn't it?

If that's how it is going to be, then he will just play along for a little bit and see where this goes (not like he really has a choice anyway). He had been stuck in Earth's hell for 16 years, surrounded by nothing but tawdry cuteness and unbearable serenity, it can't be much worse than that.

And maybe there is actually a new and better plaything for him inside that house to toy around with? He will surely find ways to enjoy even this situation.