#ashtens empire

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"It is with deep sorrow and an immensely heavy broken heart that we have to share the most shattering, unfortunate and unexpected passing of our beautiful beloved daughter and sister Christina Ashten Gourkani...."

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RICH HUGE ASS OF THE TENNISGIRL BUSTY ASHTEN

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Kimposter: Model spent a fortune to look like Kim Kardashian, now she's making a lot of money

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Flash Fiction Friday: Strange Lands

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It has been six months since the whispering fire changed Ember’s hair and eye color, and she still couldn’t get used to it for real. There was always this moment in the morning when she wondered who was this in the mirror. She just finished dressing when the door burst open and Larik and Shivani stormed inside. Larik got a bunch of parchments in his arms and the broad smile he wore told Ember that he found something interesting. “Good morning, I can’t recall I invited you in.” She dropped a playful bow combined with a death glare. “Like I haven’t seen you naked before...”, Shivani huffed with a grin. She fell into the bed. “Please sit down. Don’t you like some tea as well?” “Oh that would be nice.” Ember knew Shivani good enough to know the elf ignored her sarcasm on purpose, so she turned to Larkin instead. “And why do you bring all these papers in my room?” “These are the travel reports of High Mage Ashten from the circle in the south. He came back from his travels to the continent in the south-west weeks ago and we just got the copies. You have to read this.” Before Ember could answer he already pulled a parchment out and handed it over to her. “Why should I? I am not interested in some strange lands and their boring politics.” “You will be interested in this”, Shivani promised her. The growing grin in the other woman made Ember curious. “Fill me in.” “They have necromancy! Their only magic is necromancy. They don’t know about our kind of magic. Ashten traveled to an empire that soon will be ruled by an empress once the ruling emperor dies.” In a fast movement Ember grabbed the parchment. Her eyes scanned over the paper so quick it Shivani was barely able to follow. “What do you know about this empire?”, Ember asked. “Well, Ashten described the heir as an enchanting young woman with a weird behavior. She seems to have a habit to hiss at people like a snake and he deems her an impressive manipulator for her age. Someone who will be able to hold everything together if she acts wisely.” Ember spat out disgusted. “I wanted to know more about their necromancy. How did it come it is their only magic? What strange land doesn’t know of elemental magic?” When she didn’t get an answer Ember lowered the parchment and found her friends as confused as she was. “We have no idea but, by the goddess, I don’t want to ever find out.” Shivani shivered visibly. “Cowards. It could be useful someday. And you know as well as me the wrong kind of people already can do a lot of damage with elemental magic. You have to see the strategic advantage necromancy can give us in case the wrong people rise to power.” “Why is it always about fights with you?”, Larkin questioned as he got up to grab her by her shoulders, “Sometimes an advantage isn’t worth the risk.” “Sometimes the risks are worth the lives they might save.” For a long moment, Larkin and Ember stared at each other. They got disturbed when Shivani got up. “Ok, I leave you two alone. This is nothing I can take on an empty stomach. And you two can do whatever you want.” “Shi!”, Ember yelled after her friend with a small fire orb in her hands. Much to Shivani’s luck Ember was a little to slow to catch her before the door closed, so the orb hit the door instead of the elf’s head. Larkin’s chuckle didn’t make it any better. “It’s all your fault.” “No, it’s your temper’s fault.” With a grin Larkin showed the last time at the tiefling court he took the parchment from her. “And you won’t go to see this continent until we proved we can take care of ourselves during missions.” With a silent prayer and her eyes aimed at the ceiling Ember tried to push down the growing feeling of frustration. She hated it when he acts as her voice of reason.

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Empire State of the Dead (2016) (DVD Review)

Empire State of the Dead (2016) (DVD Review) Directed By: Ron Bonk, Alexander Bell, Chad Foster, Howard Gromero, Chris Irvine, Stephen Long, and more Starring: Brad Ashten, Jennifer Black, Karen Corona Rated: UR/Region: O/Widescreen/Number of disc: 1 Available From SRS Cinema

The recently deceased rise, feasting upon the living as a zombie outbreak spreads across the globe. In Central New York,…

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Mary Magdalene update -- April 25th, 2023.

Mary posts about Ashten's death.

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Ashtens Empire, who first gained recognition as a Kim Kardashian look-alike, has passed away from complications with surgery. First reported April 22nd, 2023 at 6:13 PM EST by a user in her thread on theperfectboobs.net and confirmed about an hour later in a tweet from Nicolette Shea. She was 28 years old.

Earlier this month she had given a brief interview about her career and plans for the future:

I didn't follow Ashten as closely as I did Kristyna Martelli but as inevitable as it was I had hoped something like this would never happen again. It takes me back to the incident that happened on Twitter, when I was accused of harming women by encouraging bimbofication. Even though that's not true it's a thought that hasn't left my mind since. I don't feel guilty for enjoying the look of plastic surgery, especially when its not something I'm personally pushing or funding but when considering the risks and results its something difficult to not at least be conflicted with. We don't know for sure it was a cosmetic procedure that killed Ashten, really we know very little about her or what happened, I couldn't even find her real full name for this post. And, cynically, I think some people are okay with that. It seems to come with the territory.

Bimbofication is a fetish that's so difficult to grapple because there's almost inherent ties to objectification and submission. And seemingly that leads to a sort of callousness that may be normal but I find difficult to accept. You could argue for a lot of these women this was their life's work, that they died as they lived, in the throes of self-sexualization but the idea of objectifying someone even in and after death makes me feel sick. I can't help but feel it cruel. A young woman is gone, someone's fiance, daughter, friend. But some time later down the line I'm sure I'll see a video or pictures of her used again as fodder for cheap ejaculate as if she were AI generated and not a real living person that meant something to someone. And that depresses me. It seems so meaningless too because, won't my hypocrisy prevail? I've admitted before that the dehumanization that this fetish requires arouses me but its repulsive too. Repulsive and repugnant.

My blog isn't really geared towards to those interested in becoming bimbos but I see a lot of them in my notes because we're all under the same fetish umbrella, and there's probably more of them left on tumblr than artists and writers. To you all, I just want to emphasize, please be safe. You don't need that much to be a bimbo. Chloe Cherry managed it well with mostly just lip fillers and a change in makeup. Of course, I'm sure most of my followers aren't thin blonde white girls, but one think I begrudgingly have to admit Chrissy Chlapecka and the TikTok teens got right is the idea of bimbo personal expression, which I've been meaning to make a post on. Yes, being bimbo is more than just wearing pink and trying to be "y2kcore", but you actually really don't need huge fake tits so big you'll knock someone over! And you don't need to be super duper skinny with the waspiest waist ever. You don't need to be blonde or have pale skin either, please feel free to still be yourself!

All that being said, I hope Ashten is at peace now. Or in a better place. Wherever she may be, I think its important to remember that she was. It always makes me feel a sort of emptiness when I go to a currently active bimbo page and I see them reposting pictures of people who have long since left the bimbo life behind or their identities have been long since forgotten, their pictures having been subsumed into the internet as a whole. I just think we should value individuals over tits.