I've had sensory issues with jewelry for my entire life. I remember being 4 at the jewelry store with my mom. She was putting up earrings to my ear and asking me if I liked any. Not only did I not like any but I would've rather died than let those things touch me and I was using all my brainpower to tell my mom no without hurting her feelings. I rejected a guy I liked at 13 because he "proposed" with a ring. My mom got me this pretty chain with different charms for each day of the week. I put on a turtleneck and tried to wear the necklace over it. I felt like I was suffocating. It makes me feel like a wet shower curtain is touching me. Beaded/ braided bracelets don't bother me too much and I've been getting into rings veeery slowly. I even got a silver anklet that I can kinda wear once it warms up to my skin because it's not dangling and it's far from my head. I'm still not intrested in any kind of piercing but I do like how some chokers look on others and would like to slowly get into that. Another part of this is that it would be a huge change and people would start pointing it out which will make me feel uncomfortable, same thing happened when I started wearing makeup and girly clothes after being a tomboy for 15 years. Even the words jewelry, earrings, necklace make me uncomfortable both in English and in my native language. I refuse to date anyone who has piercings or wears chains, I know I would struggle with physical contact. Any advice?

There was a boy. I’d known him since I was 5 but it wasn’t until I was older that I truly noticed him. We were in 6th grade when we started taking an advanced math class together. I could tell he was smart, funny, and a person I’d want to be around for a long time. Middle school and all the drama that ensues during that time quickly invaded my life. My social group shifted and I found myself closer to my friend, Dakota. By the time we were in 7th grade he was tall and strong. Blond hair and a light greenish set of smart eyes. We started working together outside of school. My dad worked for his dad and I often found myself at their house. Dakota had one older brother, a younger brother, and a younger sister. I’m the oldest of four so I could handle the chaos of lots of kids in a home. I had some of my most fun memories in middle school at that home. Not just me and Dakota, but with other friends we worked with, our siblings, and family friends. Nerf gun fights, swimming in the pool, and playing manhunt on the homestead that they lived on. I developed what you could consider a crush on Dakota. And the feeling was mutual. He hinted with the not-so-subtle flirting of a 14 year old boy. Pulling my hair, taking my things, and throwing snacks were often his go-to moves.
One night at a Christmas party, us “kids” were watching a movie while the adults played games and hung out in the other room. At some point, his head ended up on my lap. I remember touching his hair, but ultimately deciding I did NOT want someone to see this and assume the worse. Another time, we were alone in the basement. The basement was the place of all our friend hangouts. The video and board games were down there, along with the nerf guns. One night we were on the couch showing each other memes from our iPod touches. We were laughing and joking, then he handed me his iPod to read the next one. Except this wasn’t a meme: it was his notes app. On the screen it said “I think you are beautiful”. I instantly blushed and tried to hide my face. “Me?.....” I looked at him, also blushing red and he nodded. I told him thank you. It was the first time any boy had told me I was beautiful. In my own eyes, I was not. I had a big tooth gap because my parents couldn’t afford braces, and I wore glasses. I don’t know what he saw, but I appreciated the flattering compliment.
We entered high school where once again, your life shifts. You are faced with new teachers, new course materials, new teammates, and new challenges. We remained close friends through this time, by taking enough classes together and being involved with the same friends. It was nearing the fall homecoming season and I was nervous about getting a date. I saw many older boys asking girls to be their dates and I wondered if I would even have one my freshman year. Leave it up to my best friend Anna to set me up.
I clearly remember it was a Sunday night and I was watching football. My mom tells me she got a text from Dakota’s mom that there was a book she needed to grab from their house. She told me I needed to go with her. Without any context, I was annoyed she was making ME drive her there since I did not want to leave home. They lived about 5 minutes away so I figured the faster we leave the quicker I can get back home. Mom told me I should brush my hair.
“Why?”
“Well because you should look a little presentable.”
“It’s fine right, we’re just grabbing a book really quick, right?”
“Yes but you don’t want to leave the house looking like you do.”
I huffed and opened our sliding glass door going outside to the car.
“You should at least put some shoes on!”
“I’m FINE, Can we just go and get this over with”
I angrily and annoyed drove/ sped down the paved road to their house, all the while questioning my mother why she really needed me to go with her.
“I don’t know, there might be something there for you.”
I had no idea what that meant. We drove to the shop on their property that this supposed book was. I stepped out of the car, barefoot on the gravel and walked into the shop. There I see Dakota, holding a sign. I frantically looked around to figure out what was going on. I see Anna crouched in a corner covering her smiling mouth. I looked at his sign and read the homecoming proposal which used lyrics and titles from Beatles songs, my favorite band.
“Oh, Dakota! Of course yes!”
I gave him an awkward hug and turned around to realize that my mother didn’t need a book at all.
Dakota was sweet. In an innocent way. He had casually asked before if we could date, but being the reserved and shy individual I was, I had always declined. After the dance, we drifted, not for any particular reason. I heard he had started dating a different girl. She was older by two years. Was I hurt? Not particularly. Was I jealous? Maybe a little more so. They went to prom together and she was definitely way prettier than me. It happens, I thought, we aren’t meant to be. A romantic relationship would definitely change our entire chemistry.
Summer came and we were out working together on his family’s farm. We spent hours in the fields, talking, singing, and sweating. Just good friends again. It was normal and felt right. We spent a week together in late July on a church trip. We worked on a homeless shelter with our youth group and had a fun yet powerful time together. My mom, dad, and brother were on this trip as well, along with many of our church friends. After the week was done on Saturday, we drove back to our town. I remember waving goodbye to his family in their Suburban as they left the church parking lot. I didn’t realize how significant that goodbye would be.
A few days went by and we had casual texting conversations about work and school starting in the next few weeks. He texted me Tuesday night that his dad really needed some help the next morning bright and early. I wanted to sleep in. He texted “Don’t worry about it, we’ll get it covered.” A decision I’d soon regret.
Wednesday morning, I go to the church with my mom to do a couple of things with her. I can’t even recall what it was. We were getting into our car when we heard loud sirens throughout our small town. Mom and I looked at each other. Sirens are never a good sign. We get in the car, curious, but praying whoever needs the ambulance is okay. My mom gets a phone call. It’s one of our family friends. She says Dakota and his older brother have been in a bad car accident. That heavy feeling that makes your heart sink to your stomach instantly hit me. “They’re okay, they’re okay, they’re okay.” I kept telling myself. The ambulance was going fast, and Dakota is strong. He’s practically invincible. My mother’s friend tells us that we should stop by Dakota’s house to grab the boys clean clothes and bring them to the emergency room. We drive in silence, except for maybe a short prayer that the boys are okay. We get to the house and my mom quickly runs up the stairs to the boys’ bedroom. I stay downstairs. I observe the dining room. Dirty laundry in the baskets. Dirty dishes on the counter. Dakota’s name on a marker board along with a list of chores to do. We speed to the emergency room in the nearby town. On the way we received a text from Dakota’s older brother, John. He said he was doing okay but he wasn’t sure about Dakota. We should be keeping their family in our prayers. The panic was rising in my throat. I had been nervous about things before. This was different. It was like a nauseating churn that started in my stomach. Like my soul was shaking out of my physical body. We got to the hospital, parked and my mom said I should stay in the car. Probably wanting to protect me from any scarring sights within the ER. I wanted to go in. Could I see him? She insisted that I stay in the car. I stayed. Frozen at first. Then rocking back and forth. My palms were shaking and itchy in the center.
“This can’t be happening. Not Dakota. He’s like my best friend. Kids don’t die. He’s too young. Too smart. He has an incredibly successful life ahead of him.”
I was eyeing the automatic door for any sign of someone that I recognized. The ten minutes I waited felt like an hour. Ten minutes of restless uncertainty. Then I see my mom. She had one of the hardest faces that I had ever seen her make. She opened the driver’s side door and I immediately asked “What’s going on. Is he ok?!”
She looks at me dead in the eyes, shaking her head, “He didn’t make it, Jasmine”
A million emotions and questions flood my brain. I started blubbering and sobbing while hitting the dashboard. “No, no, no. Why!? Why him?” My mom breaks down with me, not able to get out a single word. The family friend who delivered the phone call joins us in the car. She says Dakota’s in a better place now. I’m in a state of shock and disbelief. Hot tears will not stop streaming down my cheeks. We were silent on the way back home. I ran upstairs to my room and shut the door. I cried into a pillow for the rest of the afternoon. I skipped dinner. There was a candlelight vigil that evening at a church. I barely had the strength to go, but my mom said it would be good for me. I brought my water bottle. I ate nothing and only drank water to replenish my tears the next two days. Saturday morning, I went to a different church with my family to see Dakota’s family. The church’s youth were making survivor bracelets out of parachute cord. Dakota had made them during his depressive episodes during his 9th grade year, when we somewhat drifted. Dakota and I took Spanish class together our freshman year. One day he asked me what my favorite color was. I told him blue. The next day he gave me a blue bracelet he had made. He said he accidentally made one too small. I was instantly brought back to that moment while standing in the church with dozens of people learning how to braid the cord. When I got home, I tore apart my vanity in search for the bracelet he had made for me. I put it on my right hand. I wore the bracelet everyday for an entire year. I had a Dakota original.
Dakota’s brother, John, who was entering his senior year, invited many of us friends to go out to the place where the accident happened. It was a blind intersection that I had previously been weary of earlier that summer. The corn was high and there were no road signs for a yield or stop. John explained how they had just got in the truck after working the field about a half mile south and were going to take their lunch break. He said they had just started going down the road, picking up speed, when he heard a small voice tell him to put his seatbelt on. John put his seatbelt on, but Dakota didn’t. John said he felt as if there was something around the corner, but ultimately did not slow down near the intersection. A driver, going 50 miles per hour, t-boned them in the intersection. According to John, the truck rolled and Dakota was thrown through the windshield. John found his phone and quickly called 911. He found Dakota and blood was coming from his mouth. He had a large wound on his forehead where he had smashed the dashboard. John pulled him into the field of soybeans, opposite the corn, and tried performing CPR. Dakota was mumbling and sputtering blood before his breathing stopped. The paramedics pronounced him dead at the scene. They said he was internally decapitated.
The wake for Dakota was on Sunday night. I had a tough time finding the strength to go. We waited in line behind dozens of people for close to an hour. When I finally got up to him, my heart sank again. There he was. His skin was pale. His hair was not right. His mother, who was right by, said it was okay to touch him. I reached for his hair to move it how he usually wore it. As I parted it, I saw the large scar covered by gobs of makeup that the hair was covering on his forehead. I put it back.
His funeral was the next day. Monday. At 1:18PM, his birthday date. I felt sick the whole morning. My whole family got in the car and my mom was talking to my younger siblings. I was silent. I was going to one of my best friends’ funerals. The church where the funeral was held was absolutely packed. Parked cars took up the surrounding blocks. The church had multiple floors and rooms with casted video of the celebration of life. I was considered close enough to sit in the sanctuary in the front half of the pews. I sat with my gifted teacher and other friends from the gifted program. What a terrible way to end your summer. Saying hello to people you haven’t seen in a few months at a funeral. I remember the funeral. There were songs and the service was led in large by Dakota’s own mother. To this day I have no idea how she had the strength to do that. I remember a few of the songs that were sung, but I’ll never forget the sound of the casket closing. The last goodbye. The final SLAM. His face would never again have sunlight shown upon it. Never again would a person touch him, hold him, hug him.
My family tried to get out to the burial but the crowd was just too insanely large to get around. I had the final say that we could go home. I’d come back another time.
The next day, I went to the scene of the accident. It was an intersection 5 miles east of my house. Someone had put up a make-shift cross at the intersection. I brought a big University of Kansas patch from one of our gifted trips to place at the cross. He loved basketball, and especially the Jayhawks. On the back of the patch I had written “I love you”. That night, there was a big storm. I sat up straight in bed and started crying as the wind whistled by my windows. The patch.
When I woke up, I found a reason to leave home and went back out to the intersection. I ran up to the cross and found my patch wrapped tightly around the base with some old barbed wire. I burst into tears of relief. I have no idea who saved my patch.
The next two weeks were spent preparing for school and fall practice. I had decided to do tennis that fall instead of volleyball. On the first day of school, I rode the bus into the town with my school. We drove past the intersection and I burst into tears. I cried four more times that day. Each time in the class he should have been in with me. I was distraught. I have no other way to describe how absolutely depressed I was walking the halls. Teachers were not the same. There was an absence in our sophomore class. An absence on our football team. In our audition choir. In our youth group. And in me. I tried my best to get through it. I started journaling a little bit after the accident to help organize my thoughts. To remember all the little details I could about him. To write them down so they didn’t disappear.
My sophomore year was brutal. I was playing tennis in the fall with a small team of girls who helped to create a safe and calm environment for me. I spent all of my hours in the team vehicle listening to two Lifehouse albums on repeat. I’d look out the window and reflect. What was life? What was my purpose? Why did this happen?
I didn’t have an answer. I bottled it up. It seemed that a lot of my class who weren’t very close with Dakota had a lot easier time going back to their normal lives. I was missing a friend. There was a contact in my phone from whom I’d never received another text. I had unfinished business. We had talked all summer about how our math class and Spanish II classes would be so fun this year. The bracelet I wore everyday was getting a stark tan line.
The semester rolled on. One of my other close friends moved to Colorado. And my last best friend, Anna, was in her own self-discovery phase. She wasn’t as close to Dakota and I was more or less a depressed teen at that time. I cried at school. In the bathrooms. In the locker room or a small music practice room. Am I just that sensitive? Why is no one else dealing with this grief like I am? I tried to distract myself with various activities. It worked for the most part. In the spring, I went out for softball. I loved softball. I had been playing it for years. I even had helped “assistant coach” a little girls rec league with Dakota and his family a few summers beforehand. Softball was hard but I needed the challenge. I worked hard at the sport and found myself on the varsity team after multiple players were out for the season due to injury or illness. In the last regular season game, on May 9th on our home field, I broke my leg. I had a high impact with the catcher while trying to steal home. The ump called me safe and we won the game by a run rule as I crumpled to the ground. I remember thinking I could stand up, but the weirdest tingling started down my leg around my knee. My coach carried me off the field like a baby. I pulled my helmet off and one tear slid down my cheek. They put me on a stretcher while the athletic trainer checked my knee.
“Yep, you fractured a bone. We should get you in to the ER for an X-ray”
“Fracture? Like my bone broke?”
“Yes that’s what a fracture is”
I started sobbing. Not from the pain. From the overwhelming feeling of becoming an invalid for an uncertain amount of time. I slid in the back of my mom’s vehicle as we drove down to the county ER. We got there, I was still in uniform. Just hysterical. I had no idea what was going on as I had never had an injury like this before. The ER lady took X-rays of my right leg. The images came back and showed a tibial plateau fracture. I wouldn’t be walking for a while. They helped cut me out of my softball pants and sent me home with lots of pain killers. The next few days I spent vomiting from the strong norco drug. I had a surgery a few days later where they placed hardware in my knee and put me in a straight-leg brace. I was miserable. It was hot and scratchy and I had my finals coming up. I went back to school the next Wednesday or Thursday to collect some class work to do at home. As I lived on the downstairs couch for close to three weeks I found myself asking again “Why did this happen?” I finished the school year by doing my final projects and giving my German foreign exchange student friend a final hug. I remember thinking “This is a nicer way to say goodbye to someone forever”.
I couldn’t walk for most of the summer and I started painful physical therapy. I was frequenting 3 times a week for a long while to build back my strength and relearn to walk. As soon as I was weight-bearing, I started working outside again. Doing what I could with one crutch. Dakota’s dad hired me to help manage the field workers and I could do some wood stacking decently enough. On the 1 year anniversary of Dakota’s death, I went to the gravesite for a small ceremony. It was the first time I had been there. The intersection where he died was my frequent mourning spot, almost daily on my drive to and from school. The gravestone was large and obviously very expensive. It has a beautiful picture of him and the quote “You got this”, that he used often as a self-reassuring phrase. At some point after the 1-year, I stopped wearing the bracelet he made me. Was it time to let go? How long does one mourn?
The rest of my high school journey was tainted with the memories of him and the phantom memories of where I imagined him being. At my graduation, we had an honorary memorial and scholarship dedicated to him and his character. Then I went to college. I was already dating who would become my husband a number of years later.
Years have passed. There is no happy ending. I'm still here. Aging. Growing older while I can still see the face of my 15 year old friend. He isn’t growing. He’s in the ground. Resting. It feels like a lifetime until I can see him again. I’ve had dreams of him. Unprompted visions of him were prevalent for about 2 years after he passed. You would think this story would get easier after the number of times I’ve played in my head over all of these years. But it hasn’t. I’m in the acceptance stage of grief. I’ve lived life, gotten married, laughed again, and see a bright future for myself. Though I do often think, Where would Dakota be now? Would we have become closer friends? Would he be married? He would have made a good father.
Again, I have no answers to these questions that I suppose may eternally sit with me. I do have some answers though. I’ve learned how to not take people for granted. I’ve learned how to recognize depressive symptoms and how to be a listening ear for someone who feels hopeless. I’ve learned how to find purpose in helping people. I’ve learned patience. Sometimes patience is agonizing, which means the reward is definitely worth the wait.

Hi (30f and 3A/B), I’ve been mostly a lurker for a long time, but I needed to post after my really bad haircut today.
So, a little background, I just moved to a new area and my previous amazing stylist (that helped me grow out my hair for three years and got it almost to my goal length) found a sister salon for the brand she works for in the area I now live.
Well, I had my appointment today with someone that advertised herself as a “curly specialist”. Boy, was that wrong. At the beginning of the appointment, as she was looking over my hair she first commented on the “bulk” of my hair and kind of looked annoyed with the thickness and asked if I wanted bulk removed; which I very clearly said I didn’t and that I enjoyed my hair thickness. Prior to this cut my braided ponytail was about as thick as my wrist. I told her in very specific detail that I only wanted a trim and about an inch off as I am in the military and my hair has very specific requirements that it has to fall into when pulled back for work; also, I’ve been growing it out and still intended to do so, then ends just needed a little love. I also stated that my hair could not have a lot of layers and I added that I usually wear my natural texture on the weekends.
The stylist and I SEEMED to be on the same page and then off to the shampoo and then back to the chair to start the cut. At first it seemed to be going well and then more and MORE hair fell and I couldn’t tell how much length was coming off but it didn’t seem right and she seemed to be cutting into the bulk.
Then she got to the layers, she used a straight razor on my hair to cut the layers. Then, instead of long “face-framing layers” in the front she made it pretty short to where it’ll be difficult to pull back correctly. Then she starting blow drying without adding heat protection and asked if I wanted it straight or wavy and it ended up being just flipped on the ends and when it was dry SHE CUT MORE OF MY BULK. After getting home and showering and styling it, she ended up taking about 5-6 inches off and a lot of the density and I’m just devastated.
If you’ve gotten this far, thank you.
TLDR: New “Curly stylist” I went to acted like we were on the same page and BUTCHERED my hair I’ve been growing for three years when I only wanted a trim.

Hey Sorry guys just want to know ur thoughts I have $400 to spend was wondering should I buy a pair of the Jordan 4 military 4s or buy a nice bracelet for when I go out to the clubs or for dinner?

We all know and love Mortal Kombat (2011), or more commonly known as MK9. The reboot brought new life to Mortal Kombat, saved it from being a dead franchise, and aided in the resurgence of fighting games in the mainstream gaming community. MK9 brought back nearly every character from the original Mortal Kombat arcade trilogy, however, there were plans to reboot the entire roster. I can't remember where exactly I read about this, but after Mortal Kombat: Armageddon, one of the plans for the next Mortal Kombat game was to pull a Street Fighter 3 and replace the whole roster with new characters except for Scorpion and Sub-Zero. So, I'm going to be doing that. I will recreate the Mortal Kombat roster using entirely new characters. Presenting: Mortal Kombat: Resurrection.
I didn't come up with an in-depth story. Right now, my story is that everyone who fought at the pyramid died except for Scorpion and Sub-Zero. Now, there are a lot of vacancies in the different factions and organizations in the Mortal Kombat world. The realms are on the brink of chaos. Then, a new, self-proclaimed Kahn declares a Mortal Kombat tournament, with the prize of granting the kombatants whatever they want. Like I said, I didn't put much effort, but that's not the point. However, I will be including little stories and descriptions for each character so you all can know their purpose. Most characters will be listed as archetypes. Their potential names will be in parenthesis.
Also, since this what-if happens right after Mortal Kombat: Armageddon, this takes place in the “original” timeline of MK. So there is no alternate timeline or time travel in this game.

1. Scorpion - Yeah, Scorpion isn't going anywhere. During the Battle of Armageddon, Scorpion and Sub-Zero were fighting to a stand still when they realized everyone was dead. Realizing they were the sole survivors, they decided to go their separate ways. Scorpion is rebuilding the Shirai Ryu, but he joins the tournament to see about this new Kahn
2. Sub-Zero - Sub-Zero's story is pretty much the same as Scorpion, except he is rebuilding the Lin Kuei. Scorpion and Sub-Zero are not as antagonistic towards each other as they were before, but they are definitely not friends either
3. Pink Ninja (Toxin/Floyd) - Ed Boon said that if he were to create another ninja, it would be a pink one. Here's the pink one. He has an Earthrealm parent and an Outworld parent. He gets his powers from his Outworld heritage. Learning about this, he travels to Outworld, and he is now an assassin and bodyguard to the new Kahn. I have 2 ideas of how the pink ninja can play out. One is he uses poison to attack, giving him the name Toxin. Another is he uses light to attack and his name is Floyd. I know people use this name for the potential pink ninja based on the band Pink Floyd. The light is a reference to the cover album of The Dark Side of the Moon. Y'all can choose which one is better
4. Protagonist - I don't have much going for him, but he is an Earthrealmer who is basically a fish-out-of-water. He is chosen by the Earthrealm gods to fight for Earthrealm. Not quite sure how he will play, but looks wise, I would model him after Brandon Lee, the son of Bruce Lee who is Liu Kang's inspiration. However, I do want to experiment with him being the only character who does not kill during his fatalities. That was initially the plan with Liu Kang during the arcade games, but that plan fell through. But I would try that again with the protagonist. It will emphasize him being unfamiliar with the Mortal Kombat world.
5. Outworld Rebel (Mokuran/Honoki/Hu Lan) - The deuteragonist of the "story". Tired of the constant tyranny of the Outworld Empire, she runs her own rebel group and allies herself with the protagonist and Earthrealm to fight the empire and establish a new fair government in Outworld. Her namesake is derived from the Japanese and alternative pronunciations of 木蘭, or Mulan. Mulan is a woman who disguised herself as a man and fought in the Chinese military. However, the rebel is all woman and she is fighting against the government. I picture her fighting with kusarigama and wearing a mask, giving her an aura of a ninja. But not a ninja you see if anime and other popular media, but the historical, "traditional" ninja that uses guerilla warfare, espionage, and "dishonorable" kombat
6. Shaolin Monk (Gang Wu) - Gang Wu was a Shaolin Monk who looked up to Liu Kang and Kung Lao. He was enraged upon learning about their deaths, however, the monks decided not to take action. Enraged with their passiveness, Gang Wu defected himself from the Shaolin Monks and goes on his personal journey to join the tournament and to avenge his fallen Shaolin brothers. He has a more aggressive approach in fighting in comparison to Liu Kang and Kung Lao, but he still uses chi moves in his attacks
7. Jack Burton (Kurt Carpenter) - During the creation of the first MK game, Big Trouble in Little China served as a big inspiration for the game and many of the characters like Raiden and Shang Tsung. I decided to make a character based on the main character Jack Burton. I named him Kurt Carpenter after Kurt Russell, who played Jack, and John Carpenter, the director of the movie. My short story is that he is a truck driver who got attacked by Outworld monsters. He was able to kill them with a metal baseball bat and some guns he had on him. This is how he fights in-game too. He enters the tournament to know "what on God's green Earth is going on?"
8. Special Forces (Karlos Garcia) - Second Lieutenant Karlos Garcia, now head of the Outer World Investigation Agency (OIA) is leading an army into Outworld to investigate this new Kahn and his empire. Garcia is also entering the tournament to do some investigating himself. He fights using a power suit, similar to Iron or Lex Luthor, which were made from remains of Sektor's Tekunin and Cyber Lin Kuei
9. Suiten - The water god of Earth. Since her fellow gods Raiden and Fujin are dead, and they won't be reanimated for a long time, she now must protect Earthrealm from any foreign threats. She, along with Kaijin, recruits Earthrealm warriors (Protagonist, Rebel, Shaolin Monk, Jack Burton, Special Forces) to fight on Earthrealm's behalf. She joins the tournament to investigate this new Kahn and ensure Earthrealm’s safety. She is more drawn to the protagonist. Being a water god, she uses water in her attacks
10. Kaijin - The fire god of Earth. Since his fellow gods Raiden and Fujin are dead, and they won't be reanimated for a long time, he now must protect Earthrealm from any foreign threats. He along with Suiten recruits Earthrealm warriors (Protagonist, Rebel, Shaolin Monk, Jack Burton, Special Forces) to fight on Earthrealm's behalf. He joins the tournament to investigate this new Kahn and ensure Earthrealm’s safety. He is more drawn to the Outworld Rebel. Being a fire god, he uses fire in his attacks
11. Sorceress - During the 17th century, there was a sorceress who tampered with dark magic. Unknowingly, she has been drawing power from the Netherrealm. One day, she unknowingly let in a horde of demons into her village, which resulted in the death of many. For her punishment, the gods of Earthrealm banished her to Outworld and changed her skin green (taking visual inspiration from the Wicked Witch of the West from the Wizard of Oz). However, in Outworld, her powers only grew to where she was able to extend her life, become a master of the dark magicks,and can make direct connections with the Netherrealm. She allies herself with the new king of the Netherrealm to control Outworld and all of the other realms, as well as get revenge on the Earth gods that banished and cursed her. She fights using magic spells, potions, and metallic witch fingers
12. Demon (Volo) - Volo isn't like the other demons of the Netherrealm. While he still uses his demonic powers and hellfire, his cunning and intelligence is what made him ruler of the Netherrealm after the deaths of Quan Chi and Shinnok. However, he does hide a demonic side that is just as ruthless as the other demons and imps of the Netherrealm. But he tries to keep that at bay. Nevertheless, teaming up with the sorceress, his goal is rule all of the realms in the name of the Netherrealm. Visually, the only demonic features are his red skin, small horns, and a devil-Nightcrawler tail. He is very human in his appearance and a good-looking demon. However, he can transform into a more demonic version of himself with larger horns, fangs, a snout, and wings
13. Chaosrealmer (A’ Narki) - A denizen of Chaosrealm. His story is simple: the realms are in chaos with so many leaders and important figures dead, and A' Narki wants to keep it that way. He enters the tournament to kill the new emperor so chaos can reign in all of the realms. He is rivals with Chumon, the Seidan guard
14. Orderrealmer (Chumon) - Due to the death of Hotaru, Chumon became head of the Seidan guard. But the objective is still the same: maintain order at any cost. Chumon enter the tournament to ensure order is established across the realms, even if the Guard must force order. He is rivals with A' Narki, a chaosrealmer. Visually, he is modeled after a traditional samurai, complete with fighting with a katana. Even though Kenshi and Hotaru kind of did this aesthetic, Kenshi is more akin to a ronin, a rogue or independent samurai, while Hotaru frankly didn't pull it off well
15. Amazon (Alkaia/Andromeda/Otrera) - The Amazons were once respected and feared warriors in Ancient Greece. However, as time progressed, man started to gain more power martially and politically. The Amazons soon migrated to Edenia where they served in the Edenian army. However, they were always overshadowed by the Edenians, despite their contribution to the army. Now that there are vacancies in the Edenian government, Alkaia (or whatever her name is gonna be) seeks a hostile takeover of Edenia, revenge on Earthrealm for being displaced, and to rule all realms under Amazonian rule. The Amazon fighter will use plenty of traditional Greek weapons during kombat including a bow and arrow, half shield, and a sword
16. Tasia - Some of you MK fans may recognize this game. She was a boss from the not good Mortal Kombat: Special Forces game. She fought with twin katanas, she can teleport, and she has energy projection. In this game, with Kano, Kabal, and the other Black Dragon members dead, she becomes head of the Black Dragon. The Black Dragon becomes more structured and cutthroat under her rule. It changed from a band of thugs, to an organized, but still ruthless crime organization. The Black Dragon is capitalizing on the chaos of the realms by selling weapons, mercenaries, and information. Tasia enters the tournament to change the Black Dragon from the Kings of the Underworld to the Kings of Realms
17. Vampire (Brahmir) - Y'all know Nitara? The vampire lady from MK: Deadly Alliance and MK1? Well her species were from a realm named Vaternus, but they lost to Outworld in a MK tournament a long time ago. Now, their realm is merged. However, another vampire named Brahmir joins the tournament to free his realm from Outworld so that the Vampires can return home. Their own home. Visually, we'll be taking some cues from the unused vampire character from MK: Deadly Alliance. Here is the link to the unused vampire: https://mortalkombat.fandom.com/wiki/Kahil_Grigesh
18. Female Ninja (Leal/Imani) - An Edenian warrior that trained under Jade. She has served the Edenian court dutifully, but with the deaths of Queen Sindel, Princess Kitana, and General Jade, the court is in disarray. The Amazons that inhabit Edenia are also growing restless and placing their eyes on the throne. However, the Edenian soldier along with her comrades has been keeping peace. The warrior joins the tournament to make sure there isn't a hostile takeover of the throne by Outworlders or this new emperor, to see if she can receive any aid or power in keeping the peace in Edenia, and to fight the Amazon and stop her usurpation of the Edenian government. The female ninja is an orange ninja and she fights with a spear and throwing knives. I modeled her after the Dahomey Amazons, an all-female military order of the Kingdom of Dahomey, a West African Kingdom. Visually, she is African in appearance, not ambiguously dark-skinned like Jade or Tanya, long hair in braids, and has African inspired clothing while still containing Edenian design elements that were used on Kitana, Jade, etc.
19. Viking (Erik) - Everyone knows about the Shokan, the Tarkatans, the Centaurs. But there is another race of Outworlders that has been hidden from the general populace, but are reemerging. The Veikins. Many centuries, maybe even millennia ago, this Viking-like race used to be among the other races of Outworld. However, they were brutish, ill-tempered, and savage, even by Outworld standards. Shao Kahn banished them to the frozen seas of Outworld, but instead of perishing, they thrived. They ruled the frozen wastelands of Outworlds and established a community. They even made contact with Earthrealm and inspired what would be Vikings. Now, with a political shift happening in Outworld, the Veikins are coming out of hiding to establish themselves amongst the Outworld people. Their chief, Erik, is joining the tournament to usher in a new era for the Veikins. Visually, Erik looks like a typical Viking with Viking armor, unkempt hair, and a beard. However, his face resembles that of a dwarf. He is not as small as one though. He main weapon is a battle ax
20. Gladiator - The gladiator is the new Kahn’s champion and loyal subject. He has fought in numerous gladiator games and emerged champion. He even enjoyed a brief stint in being a soldier of Outworld’s armies. Now, serving as an enforcer and general for the new Kahn, he fights in the tournament to establish the new Outworld rule. Visually, he takes cues from traditional Roman gladiators and Reiko, more specifically his MK: Armageddon look
21. Plant Based Character (Flora) - A denizen of the Outworld jungles, Flora has control of plant life and is a protector of the numerous jungles and forests in Outworld. She has killed numerous people who dared to threaten the Outworld plant life and nature. Her power over plants is so great, some think she is a God or demi-God of plants. She has been solitary for most of her life tending to the jungles. She never approved of any of the Kahns due to their neglect of Outworld’s nature nor did she particularly have any interest in other realms or the Mortal Kombat tournament. However, with this new Kahn and new tournament, Flora joins to ensure that the Kahn knows his place and to let him know that nature is the true emperor of Outworld. So she’s basically the Poison Ivy of the MK universe. I know people wanted a plant based character for MK, and I’ve seen them make that character a ninja. However, I believe making her a ninja is too limiting. Have her be her own person allows for more creative freedom for her design and story
22. Ogre/Yokai - The sub boss of this hypothetical game. He is as big as Goro and looks similar to an ogre, yokai, or oni. The latter two being Japanese mythological monsters. He is the main enforcer of the boss. He is physically imposing and fights using a club
23. Boss - The new big bad of the game. Funny enough, he is the character I have almost no story for him yet. And I don’t know how he will play. I do, however, have him modeled after Genghis Khan. But story-wise, he is a self-declared Kahn that has already formed his own court and is more cunning in his methods as compared to Shao Kahn. Instead of outright invasion and intimidation, he measles his ways into other realms affairs through different means. However, he is not above using underhanded tactics or brute force

is it just me that gets annoyed at the people who completely idolize white boy carl??? there are so many people that are like “white boy carl is so hot 😍😍🥵🥵” and just put him on a huge pedestal and it makes me annoyed. white boy carl sucked, he was racist, he constantly said the n word, put his hair in braids which is total cultural appropriation, he tried to identify as black and diminished the issues black people constantly face, he also sold guns and drugs. white boy carl was his worst era, and v even says at one point how she’s fed up with it. idk i just feel like people praise white boy carl so much when we really should be praising the version of him that went to military school, became a cop, stood up to a rich white racist asshole, and completely turned his life around.
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i apologize, i think i may have worded it wrong. i’m not meaning to bash on carl himself, he's one of my favourite characters, i love his character development and i totally understand he’s been through a lot (massive understatement) which led him to act like that. i think i just more get annoyed with the people who fully idolize and praise him in that era without even recognizing the issues with it instead of praising the way he turned his life around and became a better person.

PART ONE THOUSAND AND NINE
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Sunday
“Dad! For crying out loud, I haven’t got my shoes on or anything!” I shouted, having no clue where we were at that moment and not particularly caring.
“Good thing you’re not walking through the front doors downstairs then, or you might’ve seen the huge sign that says, ‘No shoes, No shirt, No service’,” a different voice said, though I couldn’t see who had spoken with Dad standing between us.
I leaned back and to one side and spotted a guy that had my build and was an inch or so shorter than Dad (but still way taller than me), resting his butt against the front of a mahogany desk with his arms folded and his feet crossed at the ankles. His long black hair was loose and almost reached his elbow, and between that and his skin tone, he was basically a headdress short of a Wild West extra.
With that unasked-for opinion, I realized I was being a world-class jerk and silently apologized to him.
Dad turned with me when I moved around him to stand in front of this guy who looked too much like family not to be Uncle Barris.
“So, you’re my nephew, huh?” he asked, unfolding his arms enough to hold his hand out to me. He didn’t try to stand up, which I appreciated as it kept him at eye level with me.
“Apparently. Sam Willcott,” I said, taking his hand.
“So I heard.”
Remembering my conversation with Uncle YHWH, I hmphed in amusement as I shook his hand.
His grip increased. “What’s so funny?” he asked, no longer quite as friendly as he’d started out.
I saw no harm in telling him. “Uncle YHWH pointed out how often I use the word ‘so’. Maybe you’re where I inherited that trait from.”
Instead of laughing along with me, he suddenly threw himself fully onto his feet with his left hand clamping onto my shoulder as he stared down at me. “When the fuck were you talking to Uncle YHWH?” he demanded, a hair’s breadth away from shaking the answer out of me, I was sure.
“I—yaah—ahhhh…” I blustered, feeling as trapped as any prey he’d ever hunted.
Dad saved me from answering by grabbing Uncle Barris’ fingers and peeling them from my shoulder. “Lay off, Barris. Sam talked with him a while back before he knew what was what, and nothing happened.”
“He could’ve…”
“Uncle YHWH could have done a lot of things,” Dad agreed. “He hasn’t, and it’s not like we haven’t seen his angels around the place. You know wherever they are, he’s watching and hearing everything.”
Which is how he knew about what I’d said at Tucker’s place this morning. I’d been wondering about that after he told me he couldn’t leave consecrated ground. I discreetly rubbed the back of my leg against the front of the other, feeling through my pants the lumps of the braided rope bracelet with a handful of tiny shells woven into it. Somehow, I’d forgotten that part.
“Let him go, Barris.”
The hand that still gripped mine was finally released, but instead of stepping backwards away from him, I went to the side and twisted slightly to look at them both, not sure who I was more annoyed at.
“Take a breath, Sam,” Dad ordered, letting his brother go to focus on me. “You’re okay.”
I did, but not for the reasons he thought. “Uncle YHWH doesn’t hate any of us, and he didn’t attack any of you. How could he? He’s the one guy who’s stuck in Heaven, and you think he somehow attacked all of you in Mystal … which, to my understanding, is nowhere near Heaven.” I had no idea if that was the case or not, but the way YHWH talked about missing his family, I had to assume they were a long way apart not to cross paths sooner.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, boy,” Barris growled, and Dad moved a few inches forward to partially shield me.
“Maybe I don’t,” I agreed if only to end this stupid, circular argument. “Or maybe I do. You know he didn’t do it, so why are you roping him into your ban on all elders? He can’t have done anything. He wasn’t even there.”
“Because he’s still capable of bringing the Elder Court of Mystal to us, Sam,” Dad answered for Barris. “While we stay out in the open, away from the churches, anyone who comes after us has to cross native ’Faolian ground on the pryde’s nesting homeworld to do so. The pryde will be all over them the second they set foot outside a church.”
“However, if we go into said church, he can have the Elder Court in there waiting for us, and there’s nothing we can do to stop what happens next,” Barris concluded.
Dad squatted slightly so I didn’t have to keep looking up at him. “You’re a hybrid, Sam. A blend of mortal and divine. I’ve told you, the first thing they’ll do when they get their hands on you is kill you for existing.”
“No,” Barris said, shaking his head and rubbing his lips. “The first thing Mom’ll do is use him as bait to lure you and the other four in. Then, once she has all five of you in custody, she’ll make you all watch as she kills him slowly to teach you never to spawn another.” His eyes met Dad’s. “This is Mom we’re talking about.”
I died a little inside when Dad breathed out slowly and didn’t argue. “But Mom’s pregnant with three more!” I squeaked, finally getting the picture.
“Not if your grandmother gets her hands on her,” Barris said. “And she will. As soon as she finds out we’re all missing…”
“She already knows,” I said, and that definitely got their attention. “They all do. Uncle YHWH says Uncle Chance has been leading the search for Earlafaol for a while now since the only one to have ever walked the path is Uncle Avis—whatever that means—but he also said something keeps moving the search party around. It takes a bit for Uncle Chance to get his bearings again.”
“They’re on their way here?” Barris repeated, going very pale for an American Indian.
“Listen to what else he said,” Dad barked, shoving his brother in the shoulder to snap him out of it. “Something’s running interference with their search.”
“Sam doesn’t have a clue what he’s talking about!”
“But Uncle YHWH does. He always has.”
Again, they both turned their attention to me. “What exactly did he say?” Barris asked.
I knew I couldn’t guess this, so I internalised and relived that hour of conversation up in Inwood before answering. “He said he’s known all along where you all were because he saw Lady Col save you all through the Ophanim she keeps on her.” I glanced at Dad. “And he said Aunt Heshbon has been trying to use her ophanim to come here directly, but he hasn’t been letting them through. C’mon, Dad. You know Uncle YHWH’s on our side here,” I insisted, wishing they’d believe me.
“He might come across as that…” Barris argued.
“Oh, come on!” I snapped, barely resisting the urge to stamp my foot like a toddler. “He is! He didn’t even get mad at me when I unintentionally messed with worshippers this morning!”
“Wait, what?!” Dad was suddenly right in front of me, blocking Barris. “You told me you were going to Gerry’s for breakfast,” he reminded me.
Crap. Me and my big mouth. “I did—I mean, we did. But then her dad’s best friend, who also turns out to be Gerry’s godfather, showed up, and we got into a religious discussion.”
“About what?”
I shrugged, not really wanting to go into it. “Stuff,” I answered evasively. I could tell from the look on his face that that wasn’t going to cut it, and I cleared my throat. “You know I’ve never been interested in religion, and after you showed me … what you did,” I added cautiously, glancing around him to Barris, who was hanging off my every word. “I started asking them questions about how things worked from their side for context. Apparently, that’s a no-no.” I shrugged, almost amused by their slack-jawed look. “Who knew.”
“You talked to him again today?”
I huffed and nodded. “It’s why I didn’t really want to come here. I’d just gotten back from frozen wasteland Chile where he had Michael…”
“Michael?” Barris repeated.
“Yeah – Michael. Big dude. Green wings. Total tool that’s full of himself.”
“That sounds like him,” Uncle Barris said with a nod.
“Anyway, when we got back, he was waiting on the sidewalk for us. He said his boss wanted to talk to me and wasn’t taking no for an answer. Very mafia-ish, if you ask me.”
One of Dad’s hands went to my shoulder. The other cupped my chin and twisted my head from side to side. “And you’re positive he didn’t hurt you?” he asked when he couldn’t find any physical injuries.
How many times did I have to say the same thing? “No!” I insisted. "He said he liked my curious nature, but he explained why I couldn’t ask people questions and asked me to direct all my questions about Heaven to him. Since he asked nicely, I agreed, though I mainly did it because I didn’t want him turning into something else because of anything I accidentally said. I like him the way he is.”
“Llyr, I’ve never really paid much attention to the hybrids,” Uncle Barris said, rubbing his forehead with his thumb and two fingers as if he had a headache. “Are they all this high maintenance?”
“If you think this is bad, wait until you meet his human roommate. And what’s worse, the true gryps have fallen head over ass for that little prick and won’t let anyone touch him. He’s even got War Commander Angus wrapped around his little finger.”
“Aw, fuck off. That cold psycho doesn’t care about anyone but the pryde…”
“HEY!” I shouted, cutting off whatever else he was going to say. “You leave Angus alone.”
Barris stared at me. Genuinely stared at me. “He’s serious,” he finally said, pointing at me while looking at Dad like I had to be crazy for my stand.
Dad smirked and nodded. “Angus has mated, so he’s not the same as he has been. Since his latest return from the border, he’s more or less adopted Sam and all his roommates like an extended clutch. They’re as protective of him as he is of them. Trust me, it takes a bit of getting used to.”
“Wait—Sam and the humans are protecting a true gryps war commander?” Barris asked with a derisive squint.
Oh, I just looooooved being talked about like I wasn’t even there ... especially when I didn't even want to BE there in the first place! “Well, this has certainly been fun. We should do it again sometime. The end of the year sounds soon enough,” I said, throwing one hand up in farewell and already turning far enough away from Dad to walk forward.
“Take one step into the celestial realm, and I’ll hunt your ass down and drag it right back here,” Uncle Barris warned.
“Then include me!” I shouted back, rounding on him. “Stop talking about me like I’m not even here, or I won’t be!”
Dad’s hand clamped firmly on my shoulder again, and I genuinely thought after his last warning that he was going to knock me into next week for my crappy attitude. But when I looked up at him, he was practically beaming with pride.
“That’s my boy.”
Wait, are you … taking credit for…whatever this is? When I realised he was, I wanted to kick him in the shins so bad—just not quite badly enough to commit suicide. What surprised me was Uncle Barris started chuckling.
“Spoken like a Mystallian,” he said, walking around his desk to sit down in the high-backed office chair. He leaned to one side, pulled out one of the lower drawers and placed three tumblers on the desk, along with what was becoming a very familiar nameless wine bottle.
“None for me, thanks,” I said as he uncorked the wine bottle and poured two fingers into the first glass.
His querying gaze met mine. “Why not?”
“The first time I tried it, I didn’t think I could get drunk and overindulged.”
“Too shitfaced to stand,” Dad clarified. “My staff had to bathe him, and he remembers just enough to be humiliated.”
I slowly turned my head towards Dad. “Thanks,” I deadpanned, for I could’ve gone the rest of my life without Uncle Barris knowing that.
Uncle Barris chuckled some more and added the same amount of ambrosia to the other two glasses. “Here,” he said after passing the first one to Dad. He nudged my arm with the other. “This small amount won’t do anything; you have my word. Not even a buzz. I’d like a decent toast with a real drink to commemorate our first meeting.”
I thought about that, knowing I could stick to my guns and say no, but also appreciating the fact that he hadn’t tried to strongarm me. He’d said what he wanted, and if I said no, I think he’d have been disappointed but okay with it.
As such, I accepted the drink. “It’s on you if muscle memory kicks in and I throw up all over you,” I warned.
“Good luck hitting a hunting god.”
“Cheers,” Dad said, raising his glass.
Uncle Barris and I tapped our glasses against his and I threw back the drink.
And wonder of wonders, I didn’t die. Not even when I licked the remnants from my lips and sighed happily at the empty glass.
I could’ve also done without the knowing look Dad and Uncle Barris shared though …
…just saying.
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((All comments welcome. Good or bad, I’d love to hear your thoughts 🥰🤗))
I made a family tree/diagram of the Mystallian family that can be found here
For more of my work, including WPs: Angel466 or an index of previous WPS here.
FULL INDEX OF BOB THE HOBO TO DATE CAN BE FOUND HERE!!

I am working on the various adornments and trophies worn by the antagonist of my campaign. At the moment I do not have many, so I would love to hear your ideas!
Currently there are:

1. The skull(s) of a two headed god thought to be unkillable, adorning his weapon
   
2. A necklace worn by the empress of a conquered realm, adorning his shoulder
   
3. the scales of the strongest dragon in an entire kingdom
   
4. gold coins from an immensely wealthy dwarf, adorning shoulders
   
5. military medals taken from highly acclaimed generals, adorning his chestplate
   

ADDITIONS

1. A fur-lined key-chain fob labeled: "BORN TO FUCK, FUCK TO KILL". There's a story about it, but the Antagonist would have to stop trying to either kill you or mate with you to learn about it.
   
2. The skinned fur of a clan leader (maybe tabaxi, harengon or other furred race) that he wears as a pelt
   
3. An ancient gem on a ring, stolen by a small island nation he conquered, that contains the island’s nature spirit.
   
4. Bracers inscribed with the true names of a lesser court of fey, mocking them and making them do his bidding
   
5. the poisonous fang of a dragon lord he defeated, fashioned into a dagger.
   
6. the magical holy texts of a monastery he conquered, refashioned through magic into leather boots that cast bless on him at the beginning of every combat. doing that makes the boots bleed in protest of the sacrilege.
   
7. A bottle opener carved from real monster-bone. With a small amount (-1d4 hp) of your own blood, you can, once per day, as an action, create a six-pack of modern glass bottles filled with Un-Natural-Dark(tm) "Flamin' Hot" brand beer. The beer tastes terrible to most, is warm unless refrigerated, and doesn't "grow on you". The bottles remain for 24 hours, and disappear if shattered, broken, or emptied.
   
8. A tiny pistol made from a single pink-quartz crystal. Once per day it can really fire a single Magic Missile Dart, as a bonus action.
   
9. A metal boot-cap with what looks to be the tooth-marks of a large Vampire denting them. Then the boot-cap was gold-plated afterwards.
   
10. What looks like a charm-bracelet toy in the shape of an authentic 8-bit Minecraft diamond sword, made from plastic. No more than once per month, provided you are attuned to to it, it can be used as a Tiny-sized Vorpal Longsword for a single melee attack.
    
11. A set of fingerless gloves made from leather from a Mind-flayer's head and face tentacles. Any mind-flayer within a mile of you will be enraged and try to attack you when you wear them.
    
12. A high school hall pass.
    
13. A magic jar of Frank's red hot. When you listen closely, you can hear Frank weeping.
    
14. A whale-harpoon impaled with a small bit of pungent white-whale blubber that can't ever be removed by any method. Once per day, on a hit, spend a bonus action and the weapon deals double damage against creatures larger than the wielder.
    
15. A small egg-timer that, no more than once per month, lets you spend a bonus action to re-roll any failed roll that just occured.
    
16. What looks like a crappy little plastic toy bubble with a toy 20 sided dice and even smaller plastic chibi toy dog-house you'd get out of collectable novelty vending machine for 100 yen. The toy contains a maximum of 1d6 charges that allow the user to cast Tiny Hut (Except the hut is even tinier, and only eight feet in diameter, and only seven medium sized or smaller creatures may fit inside), once per charge for no longer than 8 hours per charge. No more than once per day, if the dice is spun, and the result comes up "20", the dog-house regains a charge.
    
17. A small, metal key dangling from a chain. Used to arm a doomsday device that would have destroyed the planet it was on and the conqueror along with it... if the conqueror hadn't cut the trigger man's hand off first.
    
18. An eyeball in a small glass jar, floating in a clear fluid, which can be seen turning around and looking at things. Snatched from the eye socket of an immortal warrior who opposed the conqueror, the rest of their still-living body buried alive in a mass grave with the army they led to defeat.
    
19. A small pocket knife, with a variety of useful tools. Made from the remnants of a fabled magical sword which a prophesied chosen one was supposed to use to vanquish the conqueror; the conqueror snatched it away from the hero, split them from neck to crotch with it, and then shattered the blade with their bare hands.
    
20. A sash made of human hair, a single strand taken from every seductive would-be assassin who falsely believed the conqueror would be more vulnerable in the bedchamber.
    
21. A cape of many colors. Looking closes reveals it to be a patchwork of many frayed capes.
    
22. A busted up raygun still with a small gray hand gripping it.
    
23. A shield made out of legendary swords broken by the conquerer . It randomly fires off magic every once in a while and constantly emits the sound of an angry mob screaming to decapitate “the monster who slew our wielders, shattered us, and reofrged us into a shield”
    
24. Aboleth eyes set in clear plastic. They seem to still be alive, and, if you possess certain unwholesome knowledges, you recognize the expression as absolute terror.
    
25. A huge, like it was made for a small giant, bloodstained boy scout’s sash with the medals of a hundr thousand slain generals, policemen, guardsmen, soldiers, and heroes along with a complete set of bloodstained merit badges
    

Hello everyone! I know it's a bit difficult to estimate without a DAT but WAMC?
Date of submission: June 4 Overall GPA: 3.93 Science GPA: 3.87
Bio-Chem-Physics GPA: 3.84 DAT score: Scheduled for June 13th but predict I will get at least a 20 or 21 State of Residence: Idaho Major: Biology Minority? No, mixed white/east Asian woman Reapplicant? No Nontrad? No Shadowing Experience: 100 hrs, 5 general dentists Volunteering Experience: 300 hours total, 175 hours mentoring in a big sister type program, 100 hours directing the mentoring program, 25 hours at red cross events (non donor), 10 hours from odd service projects Employment: 800 hours as RA in college, in high school worked at mcdonalds for 3 years (4000 hours), once I finish applying will start working as a dental assistant.
Research: 62 hours bio/ecological research, however mostly field work, no publications Other Extracurriculars: President of women in dentistry club, member of predental club, did intramural soccer, part of Chinese academic club, do nails as a hobby (not licensed, just for free for myself/friends), play the piano, paint, draw, do ceramics, make bracelets, paint d&d figures Have you volunteered/shadowed/attended events at any dental schools? No Relevant Honors or Awards: Deans list 1/3 years, full scholarship 2 years, half scholarship 1 year. LOR type and strength: Bio professor: strong, chem professor: moderate, dentist: moderate, college employer: strong. The professors and dentist all like me and agreed to write strong positive letters of rec but probably do not have many things to speak about other than my character, enthusiasm, going to office hours, getting good grades, etc, not really any amazing specific experiences.
Misc Info/Things not stated elsewhere/Red Flags:
Personal statement: my advisor says it's strong and I've had it looked over by a couple other people too who liked it.
Got my associate’s degree in high school to knock out my generals then transferred credits to a university. One dental prereq I did at a community college in high school so I’m worried Creighton might make me retake it, the rest were done at university. Because of AA only went to college for 3 years, hopefully that does not count against me.
Another red flag is because of the AA credits I could've only gone to college for 2 years, but chose to go for 3 years to mature more and have a college experience. But that means I’ve only taken 12-14 credits each semester because I only had my dental prereqs left to take for my degree and had room to spread them out, which may not demonstrate rigor.
Schools: 15 total

• IDEP through Creighton (8 students accepted, 1 year in Idaho, 3 years at Creighton)
• University of Utah
• Creighton
• University of Washington
• OHSU
• Roseman
• University of Iowa
• UCLA
• USC
• Loma Linda
• University of Colorado
• University of Nevada
• LECOM
• University of Florida
• Texas schools

I have a lot of family in California, including some that live 10 mins away from ucla and some 15 mins away from usc, so I’m wondering if living with them for free would offset the high cost of living/tuition. I would love to live in California but am not sure if I should apply to USC because it's so much debt, if I did get in I would consider applying for the military scholarships after the first year.
Also would like advice on which schools to apply to. I can somewhat afford to apply to a lot but would rather not, was thinking 12-15 schools but am not sure if 15 would be too much. To my knowledge the only ones on my list that don’t allow in state tuition after a year are Utah and OHSU, but those are also programs I’ve heard great things about. I don't have an in state school so any suggestions are welcome!
Thanks in advance!! :)

For context we are all early 30s, this is a throwaway because I’m ashamed of venting on main. My best friend’s brother got recently diagnosed with ADHD and got on meds. I am not diagnosed yet, trying to, but to be honest if it’s not ADHD I must have some kind of severe brain damage because I’m dysfunctional to the point that everyday life is almost unbearable. And I’m painfully aware that it doesn’t make things better, but sometimes complaining about “my ADHD ass” helps me getting through the frustration.
Well, since her brother got diagnosed that’s pretty much not allowed anymore. Every time I complain about my executive dysfunction is a chorus of “you’re an adult” “find another way” “I don’t think that’s ADHD” “Bro never does that” and I’m like. I don’t want to take anything away from his achievements cause I respect the hell out of the man, but that guy has a PhD, he works in the field I’ve never managed to get into and makes 6 figures. I can fully believe he struggles with ADHD every day and that he worked hard to get where he is but the guy GOT FUCKING LUCKY TOO. He can do stuff I can’t even imagine of doing. He hyperfocused on fucking university work while if I’m lucky enough I’m gonna hyperfocus on braiding bracelets for 7 hours and forgot to pee until my kidneys hurt. I can’t hold a job that isn’t a part time because I get suicidal after a week being forced on doing the same thing for more than 5 hours, I have no degree, no qualifications, my life is a fucking mess because of how my brain works and I’m just so fucking angry that I can’t even vent this to my friend because she’s going to compare me to fucking genius Bro.
I know she doesn’t even do it maliciously, they just found out and are starting to learn a lot of stuff about ADHD so it’s only natural she compares. Maybe she’s just tired of her failure of a friend bothering her about his misfortunes, idk. But fuck it hurts so much and it makes me feel even worse that I can’t be dysfunctional that way. I couldn’t have the average hardships everyone goes through, nope I had to every single short straw from the bunch. That’s not even true I’m aware I’m exaggerating but in these moments it really feels like it. I just wish I didn’t had to feel so alone and hopeless, I wish I could be happy for Bro and the fact he’s finally on meds, I wish I could focus on trying to make my life better too instead of sitting on my ass and feeling miserable.

Never thought I'd get to the point where I'd be on reddit seeking advice for this but oh well. Getting straight to the point, I broke up with my ex gf (we will call her Bill) in like September of '23 and we were in a situationship until late January '24. I started talking to another girl who I was friends with atm and is now my gf (we will call her Bob).
Just skip to the end unless you want to know everything
Background: Bill and I got together 2 weeks after talking on November 9th of '22 we were together until mid May '23 I don't really remember exactly why we broke up but it was nothing she did. I sent her a text on her birthday which was about 3 weeks later "happy birthday, I'm sorry, I love you, good bye" was basically how it went. We started talking again and we got back together in July I believe and then school started things were good. I started my sport and I was working and i was kinda struggling in school so I ended things for a second time because I felt like I was to busy to give her what I wanted to from the relationship (or at least that's what I told myself). So from that point forward we'd hang out here and there but then we would hang out after school and before my practice pretty frequently conducting "activities". We had a pregnancy scare in January and I thought that I don't know if I can really see myself staying with her so once we were in the clear I was going to finally break things off. I pushed that off and was starting to want to stay with her then come mid January I told her that I wanted to end things but never really made it clear that I WAS ending things. I started talking to Bob about 1/1.5 weeks at this point but it was just friendly, she was sick at home and i was keeping her occupied. I had asked Bob if she would like to go to prom with me if neither of us had a date because I was not sure how things were going to go with Bill. And then I was telling one of my female friends about the situation, she is friends with Bill so she told Bill about what was going on and Bill cut me off and that was that. About 1 month later Bob and I made it official and from there things were good. We took a trip with her family for her birthday we went on a couple dates together. And then about 3 weeks ago (late April) I started noticing myself looking at Bill more. One day in class Bil was talking about college and I gave her a little input because the class she was talking about I had taken through out schools college class thing and it sucked so I advised her not to take it. And I thought that was good a big step for me, yk I had moved on and I was to the point where I could be casual with her. But then I was starting to realize that I still had feelings for her AND THEN I found out she had a boyfriend.
So since last Sunday (very end of April/beginning of may) I've been like really thinking about what I did and whatever. I believe it was that night, I sent Bill a text apologizing for what happened. The next day at school it was eating me inside wondering if she saw my text so when she was leaving school I stopped her and talked to her about it and she seemed fine but I was a mess, I was trying not to cry, I was stuttering, and she made a comment about me shaking. But yeah, that conversation came and went and in the conversation about hoping I found what I wanted. And that was eating at me and I was thinking about all the mistakes I made in our relationship so then i sent her another text apologizing for all thar and said that I didn't. She messaged Bob and showed her the day after. Bob and I talked and I explained everything and apologized for not telling her because I didn't want to hurt her because i messaged my ex gf. So then prom came this past Saturday and I thought I was ready to see Bill and her boyfriend. But seening her there made me feel sick and I threw up in the bathroom once and felt like throwing up throughout the event. Bob and I talked afterwards at her house bc I she didn't want to talk about the situation. She didn't say much so I didn't try to force her. she sent me a text that night emotionally and it was pretty angry. Then in the morning it was kinda the same thing she eventually apologized and was going on about the situation more calm. I then left to work and we talked afterwards. I told her that I wanted to take time alone to get over Bill and everything. She wasn't okay with it because she feels very alienated with her home issues and I am her comfort. So no I am where I am.
Me I have been thinking a lot over these last 2ish weeks and realizing lot of things. I was very insecure, I plan to enlist in the military and was worried that I would cheat simply out of not being able to control my urges. As well as feeling like I was missing out on something. I was never unhappy in my relationship with Bill but I realized that I put so much effort into making her happy that I couldn't really be happy. Which explained to me the feeling of missing out on something. But she did make me happy because I kept going back to her. I'm sure I'll realize more throughout this time alone but that's where I am rn. And I'm pretty sure I forgot to include a couple things but yeah. I just don't know what to do, I feel very lost and regretful. Had I not ended things with Bill the way I did I could have gone back, had I actually taken time to myself I probably would be okay rn, had I taken time to move on from Bill things would be okay with Bob right now.
Advice I'm seeking is what should I do, because I cannot be with Bill even though I want to because of my actions but I feel like I'll never move on from her. Ever since things ended between us things have frequently and repeatedly came back (letters she wrote me, a bracelet, pictures, our texts, stuffed animals) I do love Bob and i care about her a lot but i feel it's not the same as Bill. Edit: Bob and I have A LOT in common but we also have the bad parts in common. But I still miss everything that Bill she would do. And I really do realize what I feel and what I want but what I want 1) I can't have 2) I feel like I shouldn't want because I ended things the way I did 3) I feel I should want Bob more because we are so similar

Date: 05/06/2024

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🪖 Military

Soldier injured in Kirants mine blast – Defense Ministry

A sapper has been injured during demining work in the village of Kirants in Armenia’s Tavush province. The Ministry of Defense Aram Tonoyan confirmed the news to Public Radio of Armenia.

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EU Mission in Armenia welcomes German Bundestag delegation

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🏛️ Politics & Government

Pashinyan and Aliyev will not participate in the Victory Parade in Moscow

The leaders of Armenia and Azerbaijan will not participate in the traditional Victory Parade in Moscow on May 9. Leaders of Belarus, Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, Cuba, Laos and Guinea-Bissau will take part in the event. The Kremlin attaches great importance to the Pashinyan-Putin meeting.

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President Khachaturyan to be on a working visit to USA

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Russia's Putin to hold bilateral meeting with Pashinyan on May 8- Kremlin representative

Russian President Vladimir Putin will hold a meeting with Armenian Prime Minister Nikol Pashinyan on May 8. The meeting will take place after the anniversary meeting of the Supreme Eurasian Economic Council. It will be followed by a dinner for the leaders of the CIS countries. Yerevan de facto frozen its participation in the organization, although it had not yet withdrawn from it.

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Foreign Minister Mirzoyan expresses confidence for progress of Armenia-EU projects during Hungarian presidency

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Ararat Mirzoyan reaffirms Armenia's dedication to peace in the South Caucasus

Ararat Mirzoyan reaffirmed Armenia's commitment to achieving long-term and stable peace in the South Caucasus. He also emphasized that the factor of peace is extremely important for economic prosperity and cooperation. Armenia's Minister of Foreign Affairs expressed hope for tangible progress in the near future.

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I think the right thing is to participate - Armenia's Parliament Speaker on Prime Minister's attendance at EEU Session

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PM Nikol Pashinyan to hold a press conference

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The peace treaty is based on international norms: Alen Simonyan's reaction to Aliyev's statement

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Foreign Minister Mirzoyan’s official visit to Budapest kicks off

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Yerevan Metro announces hourly schedule changes starting May 13

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UN Assistant Secretary General, Deputy Head of UNDP arrives in Armenia

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FM Mirzoyan reiterates Armenia’s commitment to peace agenda

Armenian Foreign Minister Ararat Mirzoyan has reaffirmed Armenia’s commitment to the peace agenda. “We are engaged in the negotiations sincerely, constructively and with good will,” he said. ‘We are sure that the establishment of final peace is also in the interests of both countries, Armenia and Azerbaijan,’ he added.

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Pashinyan will not attend Putin's inauguration

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A group of protesters, led by Archbishop Bagrat Galstanyan, will march from Kirants to Yerevan on May 4. The march led by Bishop Bagrat will continue from the Sevan peninsula on May 6. On April 19, the eighth meeting of the border demarcation commissions of the two countries took place on the Armenian-Azerbaijani border.

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Armenian budget revenues increase by AMD41billion in Q1, 2024

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Russia imposestemporary ban on sugar exports. Armenia not affected

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More than 191 thousand residents of Armenia visited Georgia in the first quarter of 2024

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A unified ticket system will operate in Yerevan from the end of the year. Mayor

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Armenia registered annual deflation of 0.7% in April 2024

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Low-coster Eurowings has launched flights on the Berlin-Yerevan-Berlin route

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The procession led by His Holiness Bagrat will continue from the Sevan peninsula on May 6

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Armenian FM to pay official visit to Hungary

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🎭 Culture

Armenia’s LADANIVA participates in Eurovision grand opening

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The participants of the demonstration that started in Tavush marched to Yerevan

Protesters led by Archbishop Bagrat Galstanyan, leader of the Diocese of Tavush of the Armenian Apostolic Church. They went by car from Sarigiugh to Haghartsi, where after spending the night they will continue marching to Yerevan, where they plan to be on May 9.

CivilNet

Armenia remains freest country in region for media

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Luxembourg supports agreement on border delimitation between Armenia and Azerbaijan

Luxembourg has supported the agreement on border delimitation between Armenia and Azerbaijan. The agreement was reached during the eighth meeting of the border. The process has sparked protests in Armenia’s Tavush province and elsewhere in the country.

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Sweden prepares for Eurovision with heightened security

Large demonstrations planned to coincide with the event in Sweden’s third city Malmo. Police and organisers say they’re well-prepared and hoping for a ‘joyful’ event.

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Filmmakers Natalie Qasabian and Sev Ohanian establish scholarship endowment fund to support Armenian students

The Natalie Qasabian and Sev Ohanian Filmmaking Educational Fund will provide vital support for Armenian students pursuing studies in filmmaking. The fund will provide four years of college financial assistance to students in Armenia who demonstrate exceptional promise in the field of filmmaking.

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