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Chapter 2. (Dracula)
Nine Hundred years later deep deep far in the the Shadow Forest a place called Castlevania in the black castles the kings chambers a beautiful black haired blue eyed woman named Isabell Bolton was travailing in pain as she was giving birth to her first born child, the queens maid that was there helping deliver the baby held the little child cleaned him up and wrapped him in the blanket.
“Is the Baby ok Sara?” Isabell asked very exhausted.
“Yes it’s a boy!” Sara said very excited as she gave the mother her baby.
“He’s So Handsome. Luther come quick see our boy!” Isabell said with glee.
King Luther Bolton came in and grabbed his son hugged him.
“My boy Oh my baby boy.” King Luther said very happily.
Suddenly a dark and evil witch named Festus appeared in the room with them she was pure evil.
“Oh! what do we have here aww how sweet the Dark One was finally born He will be called Dracula he will be a terror of this world he will be known all over the nation and he shall live till the end of time his power will come on his thirtieth birthday when he drinks from the cup of Shalom that’s full of blood of the wolfs tears no one will stop his destiny he is a warrior of Econdire!” The witch said with a wicked evil laugh.
King Luther drew his blade and pointed it to her as he gave the baby back to the mother.
“You will not take my child and he will not become what you said!!! You will die this night!” King Luther shouted as he charged at the witch. She disappeared as King Luther swung his blade.
“Hahahaha you can’t kill me mortal and you can’t change what is to come I’m just here to warn you if you don’t want that to happen then you must kill the baby you can change prophecy Luther Bolton! Or seek out the skull face man named Slaygar he will gladly take the child and the Prophecy will not come true! Or should I say. “Your Majesty” hahahaha! Oh Luther. Ten years from now on a day before your wife gives birth to Your fourth son you will die and Dracula will be crowned King then time will count down. Hahahahahaha!!!” Festus said laughing as she disappeared out from a window in black smoke. Luther ran to the the window she disappeared from then she went to his wife who was weeping and crying out of fear
“Honey shush it’s ok!” King Luther said as he looked with worry and concern out the window.
“We’er not calling him Dracula we’er not his name is Gabriel Luther Bolton!” Isabell said sternly. “He will be a beacon of Hope.” Isabell said smiling.
“Yes That’s Beautiful, Gabriel. I like that name. Gabriel.” King Luther said in his thoughts he was worried about the prophecy.
Years passed and Gabriel had three more brothers Drakeul, Nathen, and Samuel, Then his father got sick Gabriel was ten years old and he was trying everything he could to heal his father he was a mage a healer and he put all his herbs and couldn’t stop his father infection nor could he keep him from getting sicker. He was only able to take the pain away for a wile. But King Luther got worse and worse. The King grabbed Gabriel by the arm as he coughed and said.
“We got to get you better father I....” Gabriel said his voice shaken as he was interrupted.
“Gabriel listen it’s over there’s nothing more you can do. I feel my body shutting down before I go...” King Luther said as he winced in pain.
“No Father!” Gabriel said weeping.
“Shush! Gabriel be strong for your mother and your brothers she’s in labor now so you got to be Strong your a good man and you be a good king but I got to tell you something and you got to fight for what’s right no matter what! Your hear me son?” King Luther said as he was feeling weaker and weaker.
“Yes sir.” Gabriel said as he straightened his shoulders.
“Ten years ago when you was born a evil witch came and told us that you was the Dark One and you was to be the terror of the world til the end of time and you had a different name but I’m not at all going to speak that name and she said you was to be the warrior of Evondire.” King Luther said as he looked a his handsome boy and he smiled at him.
“Econdire? The evil prince?” Gabriel asked confused.
“Yes son and....” Luther told him all what had happened even to the point where they searched for the good witches mages sorcerers and wizards.
“They said Love is the first thing that change this fate and they said have more children as many as possible before My death and to surround you with Love and train you to be the best of yourself that love and good will overcome evil.” King Luther said as he tried hard to make sure His son knew to not loose his Live for others and those who loves him.
Gabriel looked at his father he didn’t know what to say but he swallowed and said.
Gabriel: I will live to the best of my ability to Love and be good to all.
“Good now go be with your mother and the child they need you...” King Luther didn’t finish his statement when he took his last breath and he left this world.
“Father! Father! No Father come back! Father!!!” Gabriel shouted and wept over his dead father.
King Luther died, Gabriel put his head on his fathers chest and wept the tears fell from his face on to his fathers chest. One of the Priests of Shalom walked up his name was Dagon Gibbs.
“My son he’s gone hey come here hush now.” The Priest Gibbs said with comfort.
“Bring him back Father Gibbs! Bring him Back!” Gabriel shouted still crying.
“Hush now I can’t do that I’m not God my son. I’m sorry for your loss I will prepare his ceremony but you mother gave birth to a son you need to go to her. Your coronation to be Crowned King after the ceremony of your father’s funeral. Life must go on Prince Gabriel you have a lot of priorities and obligations that Have to be done be strong Prince Gabriel.” Priest Gibbs said with a comforting voice.
Gabriel walked to the room his mother was and heard the cry of the baby he opened the doors to see his smiling mom holding her baby boy her blue eyes sparkled. She saw her firstborn and her smile faded. She then said to Gabriel.
“Gabriel come see your baby brother! I named him Logan!” Isabell said as she noticed the look on Gabriel’s face.
Gabriel held his baby brother.
“He’s so handsome and healthy, Luther would be so so happy.” Isabell said as she put her hand on Gabriel’s shoulder.
Gabriel looked at his mother and the tears fell from his eyes as well as his mothers.
“I know he be in here if he wasn’t gone but he is I know it. It was prophesied by that witch.” Isabell said as her voice shook with grief.
Gabriel put his head down.
“Oh I know baby you tried your best but his time was up sweetie. We talked long about this. I can’t grieve now you got to be ready for what’s come Gabriel.” Isabell said with sadness.
She began to weep, as she held Gabriel close to her. Gabriel gave the baby to Drakeul and hugged his mother as they wept for her for their loss. They had the beautiful ceremony for King Luther they buried him in a tomb under the castle.
Seventeen years passed the palace grew and the people where happy everything looked great Gabriel had a beautiful women they got married his it was so beautiful they had two sons identical twins Trevor and Alucard.
The year started off wonderful but then an man named John Bayn a wicked king from the deepest part north he was full of rage and sought nothing but power he attacked Transylvania and declared war against Gabriel, the king caused Gabriel to loose his source for food and he cut his supply of water king Bayn got some men inside Gabriel’s city who turned some of the people against Gabriel.
“Gabriel my brother what is your plan we have to do something we have to fight against these basters or we going to loose the city!” Drakeul said as he looked at his brother who was now king.
“Easy Drakeul getting angry at the King won’t fix this.” Samuel said as he grinned.
“He has a point Samuel we got to do something!” Nathen said to them both.
Gabriel turned around and looked at his brothers.
“Tonight we will gather the most faithful soldiers and we will attack and kill that king. I will not loose my city I will destroy my enemy!” Gabriel said with determination.
The Priest Gibbs walked up to the war table And looked at King Gabriel.
“Your Majesty. Think before you act I pray you. I dreamed of you last night, you was dark cold bitter your eyes were as red as the blood I seen you drink from the cup of Holy water from Shalom’s Temple but it was filled with blood blood that came from the Wolf’s tears you must not give in to this anger it take you far then you want to go.” Priest Gibbs Said with a Urgency and a warning.
Gabriel looked at the Priest as did everyone in the room.
“King Gabriel I beg you sir be patient don’t go wait the Lord will make away and give you Victory! Please Your Majesty stay they will come to you and the witches prophecy won’t come to pass! If you go out there, My King. The curse will happen three years early then what was told!” The Priest Gibbs said again with Urgency.
“Father Gibbs. I will not give into a witches curse I will not let a curse stop me from protecting my people I will do what has to be done and show them I am not to be played with they will know not to come against me! Like they knew not to come against my father.” King Gabriel said as he began to give out his plan.
“My King...” The Priest Gibbs said as he put his hand on King Gabriel’s shoulder.
“No Father Gibbs! They killed your son today! It stops now!” King Gabriel said as he gently put his hands on the Priest Cheek. “I will not give in to the Curse I will hold on to my Love for others and the Love y’all have for me” King Gabriel said as him and his knights went out the war room.
The Priest swallowed hard, tears fell from his eyes he didn’t know he lost his son last he spoke he sent him to the market to get bread.
“How...” He asked his voice shaky.
King Gabriel turned and looked at the Priest “They skinned him alive and put him on a spike right out the gate I’m sorry we took him down and took him to his chambers.”
Tears fell down his cheeks he walked towards Gabriel. One of the knights put their hand on the Priest shoulder to push him back, the king lift his hand stopping the knight, Gabriel walked to the Priest. The Priest put both his hands on Gabriel’s cheeks.
“Gabriel please I beg you my son is dead please heed my warning don’t make me loose another son. Listen to me don’t go out there bad things will take place that will hurt you in a way that you will curse the Lord in His temple! Please Gabriel hear me.”
Gabriel hugged the old priest as he wept over the lost of his son, not knowing that the old man was weeping over him that night was the last night of Gabriel would be a human king but Gabriel didn’t realize that the Lord himself was trying to talk through Gibbs and Gibbs was weeping because he knew Gabriel would not take heed to his warning.
Later that day just before the king and his twelve knights were going to fight for their land he kissed his wife Hope, and his two sons Trevor and Alucard.
“Here Sweet Husband.” Queen Hope Said with a sweetness in her voice.
She put a letter in his hand.
“I will be waiting their.” Hope said with love in her voice.
“Ok I’ll meet you and the kids there.” King Gabriel answered as he smiled at his beautiful wife.
Logan came running up.
“Brother!” The Prince Logan shouted.
“Logan what are you doing?” King Gabriel asked seeing Logan was decked in armor.
“Let me fight I can fight!” Logan asked determined to fight.
“No Logan you must stay here!” Gabriel demanded.
“But Brother I can fight I’m not a child I’m seventeen! I killed a Lion and stopped a thief and kept several prisoners from escaping! Please let me fight for our kingdom!” Logan asked with hope in his eyes.
“I know! What you been doing it has not been unnoticed. That’s why I need you here protect my wife and kids stay with them ok! Please Logan do this for me brother.” Gabriel said as he walked passed Logan. Logan didn’t like it but he nodded and went and stood by Hope.
They walked out the city Drakeul, Nathen, and Samuel walked side by side with their king brother Gabriel tonight was the night for Victory! The 12 Knights walked behind them as well as fifteen thousand of the faithful soldiers.
The war began the fight was harsh side by side the Bolton brother’s fault side by side and backed to back fighting the enemies as well as the twelve knights who was protecting them they fault and killed many, then faced the face King Gabriel and King Bayn began to fight each other it was a hideous battle Gabriel took a lot of wounds but before it was over King Bayn was on his knees.
“You Won but I have brothers and friends they come and avenge me! You will not stand! Your own people don’t even trust your leadership! Hahaha!” King Bayn taunted.
Gabriel swung his sword cutting Bayns head off, he picked up Bayns Crown and handed it to a red haired knight named Andrew Archer, who seemed to loose his helmet during the battle.
“Take this that will be one of my trophies.” King Gabriel said as he handed the crown to the red haired knight.
The Red head Knight Spoke.
“What about the rest any prisoners?” Andrew asked with concern.
Gabriel looked at the village that was still burning and relived walking through and seeing again what they did to those poor people. He looked at Andrew and said very coldly.
“We will show no mercy they all will die but slow I will hang them on a spike and point the towards the village they destroyed and the people they murdered so they see why they are dying so painfully!” Gabriel said with anger in his eyes. Andrew Swallowed hard and they all did as they were told and they left back to the city the screaming and pleads for mercy echoed in their ears.
Back at the castle of Transylvania a war broke out Gabriel’s soldiers was fighting for their lives against some other soldiers who was turned by the King Bayns men. Hope Trevor and Alucard was in the Temple of Shalom and the Logan was fighting to protect them Hope was a Mage she used her magic to destroy the last few guards that turned against her, she looked at Logan.
“Logan You Ben and Cole take my Sons and go!!! Go Now!!! Keep them safe!” Hope said scared for their lives.
“I can’t just Leave you!” Logan shouted.
“You must Logan protect my babies please!” Hope said with urgency.
Logan Ben and Cole took Trevor and Alucard and ran them out of the city they got on their horses and headed south. Gabriel came and saw what was going on they went and fought killing every betrayer and every last one of Bayns men. Then Gabriel remembered the note and ran to the temple and when he Got there he saw the Priest Gibbs knelt down by Hope her stomach was carved into with a knife her hands cut off her throat slit. Gabriel fell beside her.
“NO!!!! MY BABY!!!! HOPE!!!! NOOO!” King Gabriel shouted tears falling downs his cheeks as he wept. He stood up anger and raged filled him he cursed cursed the temple and the wolves he cursed everything that the temple represented and he pointed at the Priest and yelled!
“THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!!!” King Gabriel shouted in anger tears screaming down his cheeks falling to the floor.
He cursed the priest. All the 12 knights stood around him his brothers got between him and the Priest.
“Gabriel! What are you doing! It’s not his fault!” Drakeul said trying to get Gabriel under control.
“Gabriel calm down you.... Oh My God!” Samuel said as his mouth dropped open his eyes widen.
Gabriel turn to see what everyone was looking at and saw the statue of the Wolf of Shalom from its eyes were tears of blood that dropped into the Holy Water cup. Gabriel was then immediately A trance he walked to the cup.
“NO!!! STOP HIM DONT LET HIM DRINK FROM THE CUP!!!” The Priest Gibbs said with urgency.
His brothers ran to him and pulled on him he sent them flying back with a wave of his hand.
“That ain’t no magic I ever seen.” Nathen said his eyes widen and his voice shaken with fear.
Gabriel picked the cup which was full of blood and began to drink it the priest and Drakeul yelled!
Drakeul and Priest Gibbs Shouted as One. “GABRIEL!!! NOOO!!!
Gabriel drunk the cup all of the blood in the cup then the curse happened but three years early. Gabriel yelled as his body changed and his face went pale and fangs grew in his mouth and his eyes went from a beautiful blue to crimson red.
Then the Angel of the Lord appeared and said. “My name is Gabriel I am the Messenger of the Lord you have defiled this temple of the Lord and you cursed the God that created you and came against the church of the most high God you our forever cursed to walk this earth as a monster til the end of time you will bring fear and terror....”
The Angel stopped when Drakeul walked up to him, Drakeul look the Angel in the eye fear filled him he trembling knelt down grabbed the Angel by his feet he felt the Archangels Power he spoke his voice shaky.
“Please I inquire a audience with the Lord!” Drakeul asked shaking.
“You cannot see the Lord you will not survive.” The Angel Gabriel said.
“Then please tell him applaud him to have mercy no he didn’t show mercy and he did the most worse thing but please I beg you don’t let him be damned take me instead give him another chance! Please don’t let him be damned!” Drakeul pleaded with him and his brothers salvation.
Drakeul began to weep at the Angels feet, The Archangel looked at Drakeul was a little fascinated how he a soldier who Stern and cold would be weeping over his brother who did such terrible deed. Then the Lord Spoke to the Angel.
“Gabriel Bolton will still be cursed but there is away that he can redeem himself but he will have to find it but he is forever bound from the temple of the Lord until he redeems himself and only you Brothers can help him find the boy that can change him the boy must become Him and he must become the boy and the certain deeds must be done, only then shall the spirit of your Brother be redeemed however the curse of Your Brother will be on a innocent Christian who will battle to redeem the Spirit of Dracula. Your brother Gabriel’s name will change this day he will be known as Dracula the rest of this worlds time! You will share his curse soon and help him walk the right path.
The brothers looked at each other confused.
The Angel looked at the twelve knights.
“From this day till the end y’all are the wolves of Shalom there shall be many of warrior wolves through y’all and y’all will fight against Dracula and all that becomes as he is that choose evil over good and there will come a time where Vampires and Werewolves will join together to fight an even. Greater foe an evil that has been locked away. There will rise a dark mage who will set the dark lord free and become the dark lord this will be the road that may redeem Dracula. But as of now your fight is to get and keep Dracula out of the temple this day!” The Angel of the demanded.
The twelve Knights became Werewolves the first ever to walk on earth. The Angel looked at Gabriel.
“Take him Out!” The Angel commanded. Then he disappeared!
Gabriel attacked the Werewolves and the fight was extremely hideous the werewolves gave a beating but each place they clawed open healed instantly, Gabriel beat them till the turn back in human form his blood was ragging but the. The power hit them and they arose again as the werewolves and begin to drive him out of the temple.
As Gabriel taught them he saw himself in a mirror the monster he became the crimson red eyes sharp fangs pale face the sharp claw like finger nails and at that moment he saw what he done and he saw what he did to the knights and as he saw them in wolf form walking towards him wounded even but still coming he didn’t want to hurt them they were his men his people and he was hurting them and he defiled the Lords Temple. He ran out the temple his brothers followed him.
“Gabriel! Gabriel! Drakeul Shouted.
He turned around quickly he put his hand around his brothers shoulder and with that same hand lifted him off the ground like he was paper without the help of his other hand.
“My Name Is not Gabriel!!! I am Dracula!” Dracula shouted. Gabriel Bolton was no more.
He threw his brother into his other brothers Nathen and Samuel caught Drakeul and the impact knocked them three feet back they pulled themselves up off the ground and they saw his face pale as the dead his eyes which used to be beautiful blue was now bloody red, he spoke again.
“My name is Dracula every King every army will never dare to attack my country or my family I will crush them and they will know the meaning of fear!!!” Dracula shouted crazily.
Dracula said his blood boiling hot as things were transitioning in his body.
And so the prophecy was fulfilled but three years before the time. And so fear filled the land the terror of Dracula spread through each city of Transylvania and Castlevania where Dracula’s Castle was the place which was beautiful and full of light was now darkened and full of fear.
Three days later at the docks of Dragons Bridge Logan asked Ben and Cole to take his little nephews to a safe place he was going back to his brothers to help fight.
“Logan! Are you crazy man Hope asked you to get Alucard and Trevor to safety man come on with us.” Cole said with concern for Logan.
“Yea man we’re young we got to get to Safety” Ben said.
“I must go back make sure it’s safe and send for y’all. And no y’all can’t come with me y’all thirteen and fourteen” Logan said sharply.
“No I’m fifteen Logan and you need to come with us man” Ben shouted at Logan.
Cole: And I’m two days from Sixteen. And your not seventeen yet your three days from seventeen and Hope asked you to save her nephews!
“I know y’all keep them safe now please go! I will not hear anymore.” Logan said as he turned from them.
And with that Logan turns away from them in the boat and went off towards home with his friends calling for him to come back and to not be stupid, but Logan kept on walking. Ben spoke.
“Come on Cole he’s not gonna listen to us.” Ben shouted angrily.
They set out for the other side which lead to a country called Albion and to a city called Camelot where King Constantine Pendragon III ruled and Uther Pendragon was a young mighty Prince who had a Amethyst who used a spell to keep him young for a thousand years. The children would be safe there the Ben and Cole thought.
As for Logan three days passed it was his birthday he turned seventeen and he was not happy for the things he was seeing and home the enemy that attacked the city was outside the gate dead hanging from a spike he heard on of them groan he drew his sword and thrust it through the dying mans heart to end his suffering he heard more, and saw a whole line of them he went by killing them ending their suffering. Dracula stood in front of his brothers and spoke.
“No one will dare to attack me now unless they want to die which I’m more then happy to oblige, brothers with this power we’re unstoppable I can give you this gift and you can be stronger.”Dracula said to his brothers. Drakeul Samuel and Nathen couldn’t believe what they were hearing from there Brother. “Was Gabriel really gone.” They both thought. Drakeul walk up to his Brother.
“Brother! Listen to yourself this is insane! look at you! this ain’t no gift it’s a curse! The Father Shalom Cursed you made you this monster, I will not become this thing you are!” Drakeul shouted out. Dracula looked at his brother with a elite shock look the laughed mockingly
“O dear Brother you actually think I’m giving you a choice that’s rather cute.” Dracula Taunted.
In a flash he grabbed his brother he moved faster then lighting he but Drakeuls neck and began to suck his blood Drakeul went limp almost dead Dracula bit his wrist and let the blood poured down to Drakeuls lips then Drakeul died. Samuel turn to run as did Nathen out the door, Dracula flicked his hand and the door slammed shut in his face Dracula grabbed him and done the same thing to Samuel as he did Drakeul. And Nathen tried to fight Dracula but failed and suffered the same fate. Dracula took a red towel and wiped his mouth and turned around to see Logan looking straight at him fear hit him hard he watched his brother suck the blood from his other two brothers.
“Gabriel what....” Logan said scared and shaken over what he saw.
“Hush now Logan they be back and my name is no longer Gabriel it’s Dracula I am a Vampire”Dracula said with a soft a soothing voice. He was hoping to calm his baby brother.
“What Happened to you what did you do what did you become? This isn’t right Gabriel it’s not right!” Logan said still scared and shaken he never seen something like this before.
“It’s a gift Logan and I can give it to you and you never be weak again!” Dracula said trying to tempt him.
“No!!! Your a Monster this is a curse you are not my brother I don’t want your gift!” Logan shouted.
Logan turned and walked outside straight into Dracula’s arms. Fear jumped in Logan’s chest his heart started beating very fast. Dracula embraced him with a loving hug put his cheek to his brothers in a gentle hug.
“Easy baby brother I hear your heart beating way too fast trust me you be way stronger.” Dracula said as he pulled Logan back in the door and closed it then he tilted Logan’s head to the side and he bit his neck as Logan screamed.
“NOOO! BROTHER!!!! NOOO! PLEASE!!!! NOOO!” Logan screamed.
Logan died with the blood of Dracula running through his vainest and Dracula’s blood was very powerful. Dracula put his brothers in three tombs and closed them up and said. “In Three days they will be reborn more powerful then before.”
Three knights past and Dracula’s brothers came out of their tombs.
“I refuse to be evil!” Logan Shouted.
His eyes red as blood face pale white he looks like his brothers as they all looked like Dracula.
“We all refuse to be evil!” Drakeul said.
“Lets remove ourselves from this Kingdom of Dracula!” Nathen said.
“I Agree!” Samuel said.
Suddenly The Angel of the Lord appeared it was the Angel Gabriel again.
“No harm can be done to Dracula. Like you he is immortal and will forever be so as for you friends your decisions and Trevor and Alucards decisions will be the results of Dracula’s salvation or his soul forever damned. Now go you are the Guardians of Shalom save the world from your brothers wrath and hunger and save your brother.” The Angel Gabriel said. Then the Angel disappeared Logan up looked and said to his Brothers.
“Y’all go I’m going to Dracula!” Logan said as he walked to the Throne Room of Dracula.
“Little brother you can’t.” Samuel said with concern.
“Yes I have to!” Logan replied.
Logan went out to find his brother. He found his brother in the Castle sitting on his throne with a golden cup full of fresh blood.
“Logan! How’s my baby brother? You looking handsome.” Dracula asked.
“Dracula I will not follow you I will not be evil...” Logan snapped.
“Brother I’m not evil! I did what I had to do!...” Dracula interrupted and said as Logan interrupted him saying.
“Shut up Brother look at yourself look what you become look at the hideous mess you done at front gate half of them was still alive! No brother there’s nothing you can say or do to get me to follow you! You can burn in Harcarsh with the devil! But as long as I can breath you never see your children again.” Logan shouted at Dracula. Logan walked out the door and flew like lightning towards Albion and to the city Camelot he was going to do all he could to make sure those baby boys never be in reach of Dracula.
Ben and Cole made it into Albion and got off at the docks in at a small village of Noplend. No sooner then they showed up Dracula walked the land. Cole was looking at the beautiful land, Ben spoke.
“Cole this is so beautiful!” Ben said
“Yes it is!” Cole replied.
“So glad to see my little brothers friends are keeping my two boys safe.” Dracula said behind them.
They both turned around and saw their King they heard the rumors that spread about the good Great King Gabriel turned to an evil monster known as Dracula, when they saw him fear hit them their kings face was Pale white hair to his shoulders his eyes bloody red his fingernails were like claws and talons.
“My King Gabriel...” Cole said shaken as he tried to bow.
“Stop! My name is Dracula! You two kept my children alive for that I’m grateful but Logan will soon join you and I must show him something when he finds you you be dead and the message will be clear of what I can do, and when you come back as the same as he is he realize I could have kept you both dead!”
In a flash he rushed at Ben but His neck drained his blood and gave him his blood forcing him to swallow it then he broke his neck. Cole seen what happen drew his sword and attacked Dracula yelling at him for killing his best friend. Dracula drew his sword blocking Coles blade and he played with Cole speaking to him as each time the blades met.
“Cole don’t take it personal boy, it has to be this way.” Dracula said to him.
“You killed my Brother.” Cole shouted in anger trying to kill his King that looked like a monster with his red eyes and sharp fangs showing as Dracula started laughing.
“And your next it has to be this way and o yes y’all thank me later.” Dracula said as he grabbed Cole.
“Do you hear your self Dracula or who ever you are now your killing your own!” Cory shouted scared.
Dracula thrust his sword into Coles chest and pulled it out, Cole dropped his sword and feeling the life drain drone him as he felt Dracula bite his neck and drink his blood, Cole pulled away fast Dracula held his weak body closer to him Cole was getting weaker by the second, Dracula bit his wrist and forced Cole to open his mouth and the blood poured in Cole spit it out and Dracula did it again and Cole tried to resist but Dracula covered his mouth with his hand Cole kicked and and tried to get away he died with Dracula’s blood in his mouth the blood went down his throat and spreading through his veins. Dracula heard his sons crying he went and picked them up.
“Hush now it’s ok they both be back watch them and watch Logan. Logan needs to learn you can’t take my sons from me and not get away with it.” Dracula said as he kissed both his sons before he disappeared in blood red smoke.
Logan came and saw what Dracula did to his friends he fell to his knees and wept.
“NOOO!!! NOOO!!!” Logan shouted crying.
He heard Cole gasp air and he rose up quickly as did Ben they both were now vampires their eyes bloody red as Dracula’s and Logan’s was.
“What NO! I’m sorry I’m so sorry this happened to you!” Logan said as he could feel a sharp pain in his heart. The pain was intense more then usual and it stayed it didn’t ease like it used to after awhile.
Dracula laughed.
“Well now sense everyone is up and doing good let’s have a talk about my children!” Dracula said still laughing.
“Brother why did you do this?!?” Logan shouted his tears dropping to the ground like rain.
“Because I can and you learn to love it! Now as for my sons you should know better then to try to keep my children away from me. Y’all will protect my children and y’all find a good family for them and let them be raised by a mother and father and you protect them. Yes I’m not crazy look at me I know I can’t raise my children alone don’t ever try to keep them away from me?” Dracula said stern and angrily.
“Take my kids to King Arther and Queen Guinevere make sure their safe.” Dracula demanded not knowing that Arther and Guinevere didn’t exist yet.
“Um King Gabriel...” Cole said his voice shaken.
Dracula looked at him with a cold glare.
“Dracula Sorry. Um their is no King Arther Or a Queen Guinevere.” Cole corrected himself and then said plainly.
Dracula put his head down confused he started having visions that morning and he was have more he shook his head again.
“Right King Constantine III Arther Pendragon is not born yet. Take my sons to Constantine.
“Dracula are you ok? Brother” Logan said. Despite the situation Logan still Loved Dracula and he could feel the love.
“Shut up and Go!!! Get my kids there!” Dracula shouted he could feel Logan’s love and it was a warmth to his cold heart and it hurt him cause all he could think about was Hope.
When the red smoke he disappeared from them. Logan covered his face and shook his head and looked at the children sleeping and he looked at his friends and said.
“Ben, Cole, I’m sorry I’m sorry he did this to you.” Logan said tears falling from his eyes.
“It’s ok Logan I feel good and strong better then I ever had. But we need to figure out what to do to keep Trevor and Alucard safe.” Ben said hoping to make Logan feel better.
“Your right well let’s go to Camelot.” Logan replied.
“I’m so thirsty. I... I want blood!” Cole said as he held his stomach.
Logan’s thirst hit him to as well as Bens.
“Logan the babies.” Ben said with concern.
A mage appeared he was old his hair and beard was long and white his name was Amorous.
“Logan Bolton Son of Luther Bolton the Vampire that will save Emyrs and Merlin and set them on their paths to their destiny.” Amorous said very happily.
Logan, Ben, and Cole, looked at the mage their mouth was open the smelt his blood and he looked like food to them. Amorous pulled out three big water bags that were full of blood.
“Here drink and get your strength there’s much you have to learn. And let’s get the little ones to a good home.” Amorous said as he gave them the blood to drink. Their long journey began.

When I (21M) got into a relationship with my partner (20F), it was awesome. Then she involved her friends in the relationship. She came off as very codependent to her friends, even saying her friends (20F) are never wrong (you’re gonna see some red flags here that I was stupid to ignore). Met one of her friends - wonderful guy not a bad bone in his body, hope all of them could be Ike that. She expressed (I don’t even know jokingly) that her girl friends were jealous that she got a boyfriend - yet she wanted us to be friends.
I have never met such hypocritical people in my life on first meet. They would criticize my career (I earn decent money in school), my race (they continually called me a brown boy), the fact I didn’t drink underage, they would question my validity as a partner in earshot much to my partner’s silence. They would criticize my colloquialism - I would say “shut the fuck up” when a funny story came up while laughing. They would tell my partner (not me) that they didn’t like it (happy to not say it if it makes them feel uncomfortable) but then they proceeded to tell me to shut the fuck up with impunity. The double standards sucked. The dishing out but not being able to take it sucked. I was always made to be the villain. When I brought these up to my partner - “Oh you feel that way because they have siblings, and you’re an only child”. They showed up to my apartment unannounced when I was on a date with my partner (I live on the 3rd story). After the date was over, they would make plans to go out and say “This is a friends only thing”.
I held my tongue for a lot of disrespect. The people were openly known in their friend group to be third wheels in the relationship. They used to call me a bitch and a groomer (because I had friends who were 2 years younger than me). I used to call the main instigator a horseface after she made fun of my forehead and looks. But then it was too far. They could say whatever to me but the moment I come back I’m in the wrong.
They would openly ask my partner “Did he even get girls before you” to which my partner felt she had to defend her “choice” in me. They would cause fights to the point where I’m crying and hoping I’m no more. I would dream they would make fun of me so much - I would get up and walk out (I actually did this once but chalked it up to having to take a phone call).
They would criticize my race but then ask me to set them up with someone from my race. They would make fun of my career, yet ask me to get them a job. I tried to play nice with these people. On my own birthday, one of these girls was stressing out over organizing a career fair, I walked 40 minutes to help her out. These people would cause fights between us and I would apologize to them about stuff they do to me all the time saying “I just want to be accepted by the group”.
Worst part came when her friends pulled switchblades out on a moving bus as a joke and were brandishing it. I was the only voice of reason telling these people to stop, protecting my partner, motioning others to sit down and telling them that the group can get in so much trouble because of their idiotic behavior. Yet all her friends laughed at the fact I was getting serious. One of her friends had come up to me afterwards and showed me her palm, laughing. It was blood- she had cut her hands on the blades trying to play with the knives. Laughing.
Whether it was them blacking out drunk, headbutting each other, and touching each other inappropriately- I need to make sure no one falls behind or gets in trouble. Her friends would smack me for sitting on their bed by accident just to charge my phone near the wall. Everyone would laugh.
Her friends dressed up during Halloween as red flags (can’t make this up) and they kept making racial remarks to my friend. “Dance white boy”, “bathroom’s over there white boy”, etc. He took it as a joke the first few times but then started to feel uncomfortable. He told me wayyyy too late that this is what he experienced.
One day I had enough of their immaturity, their laughter at my pain, their double standards, and their unresolved hatred. I asked them to treat me with some respect. My partner stood silent as they continue to make insulting and demeaning faces at me and avoid the issue. I had a freeze response. Then my hypervigilance took a toll on me one day in the form of an extreme panic attack (first one ever) where I cried and clutched my chest on a train. They started indifferently. I sat crying with the doctor hugging me, while they called an Uber to go to a bar. They called the paramedics- they were heroes. I had enough, went up and yelled some disgusting things at the main instigator, who was making disgusting invalidating faces at me while I was approaching her for accountability. Called her a horsefaced-bitch. Told her “Why should I die on the train? You go kill yourself!”
My partner threatened to break up with me if her friends had told her to and told me I wasn’t fit to meet her dad. The next day, her friends guilt tripped her “You made a choice to go home with him instead of come with us to the bar”. They talked about how it was “bizarre” why I was so kind to the doctors and the paramedics yet yelled at them. A few days later, the pain in my chest was tough. I went to the doctor, got some tests and was diagnosed with a cardiac arrhythmia as a result of the panic attack. When she told her friends, they said “we don’t care he had a heart attack, we care more about what he yelled at us afterwards”.
Then blame was shifted. I was the scapegoat. They were the ultimate victim. The whole group - people who didn’t even have anything to do with the situation brought up 9 month old issues that I had apologized for. Ganged up. They said I brought too many bad memories to the group.
When I asked my partner why she lets such people run from accountability for their actions. She said how her father told her to never give up on her friends. How her father lets his friends insult him and his wife till she cries. And that was his takeaway.
I broke up with her. I can’t be a doormat like how her mother is to her father and his friends. I told her she was truly spineless for letting this happen to me. Went to a therapist and got my diagnosis for CPTSD. I wasn’t perfect but I tried. I really did. Lesson learned.

When I (21M) got into a relationship with my partner (20F), it was awesome. Then she involved her friends in the relationship. She came off as very codependent to her friends, even saying her friends (20F) are never wrong (you’re gonna see some red flags here that I was stupid to ignore). Met one of her friends - wonderful guy not a bad bone in his body, hope all of them could be Ike that. She expressed (I don’t even know jokingly) that her girl friends were jealous that she got a boyfriend - yet she wanted us to be friends.
I have never met such hypocritical people in my life on first meet. They would criticize my career (I earn decent money in school), my race (they continually called me a brown boy), the fact I didn’t drink underage, they would question my validity as a partner in earshot much to my partner’s silence. They would criticize my colloquialism - I would say “shut the fuck up” when a funny story came up while laughing. They would tell my partner (not me) that they didn’t like it (happy to not say it if it makes them feel uncomfortable) but then they proceeded to tell me to shut the fuck up with impunity. The double standards sucked. The dishing out but not being able to take it sucked. I was always made to be the villain. When I brought these up to my partner - “Oh you feel that way because they have siblings, and you’re an only child”. They showed up to my apartment unannounced when I was on a date with my partner (I live on the 3rd story). After the date was over, they would make plans to go out and say “This is a friends only thing”.
I held my tongue for a lot of disrespect. The people were openly known in their friend group to be third wheels in the relationship. They used to call me a bitch and a groomer (because I had friends who were 2 years younger than me). I used to call the main instigator a horseface after she made fun of my forehead and looks. But then it was too far. They could say whatever to me but the moment I come back I’m in the wrong.
They would openly ask my partner “Did he even get girls before you” to which my partner felt she had to defend her “choice” in me. They would cause fights to the point where I’m crying and hoping I’m no more. I would dream they would make fun of me so much - I would get up and walk out (I actually did this once but chalked it up to having to take a phone call).
They would criticize my race but then ask me to set them up with someone from my race. They would make fun of my career, yet ask me to get them a job. I tried to play nice with these people. On my own birthday, one of these girls was stressing out over organizing a career fair, I walked 40 minutes to help her out. These people would cause fights between us and I would apologize to them about stuff they do to me all the time saying “I just want to be accepted by the group”.
Worst part came when her friends pulled switchblades out on a moving bus as a joke and were brandishing it. I was the only voice of reason telling these people to stop, protecting my partner, motioning others to sit down and telling them that the group can get in so much trouble because of their idiotic behavior. Yet all her friends laughed at the fact I was getting serious. One of her friends had come up to me afterwards and showed me her palm, laughing. It was blood- she had cut her hands on the blades trying to play with the knives. Laughing.
Whether it was them blacking out drunk, headbutting each other, and touching each other inappropriately- I need to make sure no one falls behind or gets in trouble. Her friends would smack me for sitting on their bed by accident just to charge my phone near the wall. Everyone would laugh.
Her friends dressed up during Halloween as red flags (can’t make this up) and they kept making racial remarks to my friend. “Dance white boy”, “bathroom’s over there white boy”, etc. He took it as a joke the first few times but then started to feel uncomfortable. He told me wayyyy too late that this is what he experienced.
One day I had enough of their immaturity, their laughter at my pain, their double standards, and their unresolved hatred. I asked them to treat me with some respect. My partner stood silent as they continue to make insulting and demeaning faces at me and avoid the issue. I had a freeze response. Then my hypervigilance took a toll on me one day in the form of an extreme panic attack (first one ever) where I cried and clutched my chest on a train. They started indifferently. I sat crying with the doctor hugging me, while they called an Uber to go to a bar. They called the paramedics- they were heroes. I had enough, went up and yelled some disgusting things at the main instigator, who was making disgusting invalidating faces at me while I was approaching her for accountability. Called her a horsefaced-bitch. Told her “Why should I die on the train? You go kill yourself!”
My partner threatened to break up with me if her friends had told her to and told me I wasn’t fit to meet her dad. The next day, her friends guilt tripped her “You made a choice to go home with him instead of come with us to the bar”. They talked about how it was “bizarre” why I was so kind to the doctors and the paramedics yet yelled at them. A few days later, the pain in my chest was tough. I went to the doctor, got some tests and was diagnosed with a cardiac arrhythmia as a result of the panic attack. When she told her friends, they said “we don’t care he had a heart attack, we care more about what he yelled at us afterwards”.
Then blame was shifted. I was the scapegoat. They were the ultimate victim. The whole group - people who didn’t even have anything to do with the situation brought up 9 month old issues that I had apologized for. Ganged up. They said I brought too many bad memories to the group.
When I asked my partner why she lets such people run from accountability for their actions. She said how her father told her to never give up on her friends. How her father lets his friends insult him and his wife till she cries. And that was his takeaway.
I broke up with her. I can’t be a doormat like how her mother is to her father and his friends. I told her she was truly spineless for letting this happen to me. Went to a therapist and got my diagnosis for CPTSD. I wasn’t perfect but I tried. I really did. Lesson learned.

I am on my second round of Vancomycin. Towards the end of my first round I had a leathery/scaly eczema like rash on my chin. I thought it was possibly an allergic reaction to the plates I have in my jaw from the surgery that gave me c-diff in the first place. It itched and burned, but went away after about a week using a Benadryl and eczema cream. Didn’t make the connection to the antibiotics. I’ve been back on Vancomycin about a week and my rash is back in full swing and nothing can touch it. It is also on my jowl area as well now. I can barely put any cream or even moisturizer on it as it burns. Today after one of my doses my face became extremely flushed as well. I’m nervous to keep taking it, but of course it’s the weekend and I can’t call my doctor. Anyone have experience with this? I suppose I should make an urgent care appt, but what could they even do besides tell me to stop taking Vanco… and then I’m nervous the cdiff will come back in full force! Ugh! I hate this. A stupid surgery, so many stupid antibiotics, stupid cdiff, more stupid antibiotics, more stupid cdiff and more stupid antibiotics. I can’t handle it much longer 😭 Feeling a bit defeated today

When I (21M) got into a relationship with my partner (20F), it was awesome. Then she involved her friends in the relationship. She came off as very codependent to her friends, even saying her friends (20F) are never wrong (you’re gonna see some red flags here that I was stupid to ignore). Met one of her friends - wonderful guy not a bad bone in his body, hope all of them could be Ike that. She expressed (I don’t even know jokingly) that her girl friends were jealous that she got a boyfriend - yet she wanted us to be friends.
I have never met such hypocritical people in my life on first meet. They would criticize my career (I earn decent money in school), my race (they continually called me a brown boy), the fact I didn’t drink underage, they would question my validity as a partner in earshot much to my partner’s silence. They would criticize my colloquialism - I would say “shut the fuck up” when a funny story came up while laughing. They would tell my partner (not me) that they didn’t like it (happy to not say it if it makes them feel uncomfortable) but then they proceeded to tell me to shut the fuck up with impunity. The double standards sucked. The dishing out but not being able to take it sucked. I was always made to be the villain. When I brought these up to my partner - “Oh you feel that way because they have siblings, and you’re an only child”. They showed up to my apartment unannounced when I was on a date with my partner (I live on the 3rd story). After the date was over, they would make plans to go out and say “This is a friends only thing”.
I held my tongue for a lot of disrespect. The people were openly known in their friend group to be third wheels in the relationship. They used to call me a bitch and a groomer (because I had friends who were 2 years younger than me). I used to call the main instigator a horseface after she made fun of my forehead and looks. But then it was too far. They could say whatever to me but the moment I come back I’m in the wrong.
They would openly ask my partner “Did he even get girls before you” to which my partner felt she had to defend her “choice” in me. They would cause fights to the point where I’m crying and hoping I’m no more. I would dream they would make fun of me so much - I would get up and walk out (I actually did this once but chalked it up to having to take a phone call).
They would criticize my race but then ask me to set them up with someone from my race. They would make fun of my career, yet ask me to get them a job. I tried to play nice with these people. On my own birthday, one of these girls was stressing out over organizing a career fair, I walked 40 minutes to help her out. These people would cause fights between us and I would apologize to them about stuff they do to me all the time saying “I just want to be accepted by the group”.
Worst part came when her friends pulled switchblades out on a moving bus as a joke and were brandishing it. I was the only voice of reason telling these people to stop, protecting my partner, motioning others to sit down and telling them that the group can get in so much trouble because of their idiotic behavior. Yet all her friends laughed at the fact I was getting serious. One of her friends had come up to me afterwards and showed me her palm, laughing. It was blood- she had cut her hands on the blades trying to play with the knives. Laughing.
Whether it was them blacking out drunk, headbutting each other, and touching each other inappropriately- I need to make sure no one falls behind or gets in trouble. Her friends would smack me for sitting on their bed by accident just to charge my phone near the wall. Everyone would laugh.
Her friends dressed up during Halloween as red flags (can’t make this up) and they kept making racial remarks to my friend. “Dance white boy”, “bathroom’s over there white boy”, etc. He took it as a joke the first few times but then started to feel uncomfortable. He told me wayyyy too late that this is what he experienced.
One day I had enough of their immaturity, their laughter at my pain, their double standards, and their unresolved hatred. I asked them to treat me with some respect. My partner stood silent as they continue to make insulting and demeaning faces at me and avoid the issue. I had a freeze response. Then my hypervigilance took a toll on me one day in the form of an extreme panic attack (first one ever) where I cried and clutched my chest on a train. They started indifferently. I sat crying with the doctor hugging me, while they called an Uber to go to a bar. They called the paramedics- they were heroes. I had enough, went up and yelled some disgusting things at the main instigator, who was making disgusting invalidating faces at me while I was approaching her for accountability. Called her a horsefaced-bitch. Told her “Why should I die on the train? You go kill yourself!”
My partner threatened to break up with me if her friends had told her to and told me I wasn’t fit to meet her dad. The next day, her friends guilt tripped her “You made a choice to go home with him instead of come with us to the bar”. They talked about how it was “bizarre” why I was so kind to the doctors and the paramedics yet yelled at them. A few days later, the pain in my chest was tough. I went to the doctor, got some tests and was diagnosed with a cardiac arrhythmia as a result of the panic attack. When she told her friends, they said “we don’t care he had a heart attack, we care more about what he yelled at us afterwards”.
Then blame was shifted. I was the scapegoat. They were the ultimate victim. The whole group - people who didn’t even have anything to do with the situation brought up 9 month old issues that I had apologized for. Ganged up. They said I brought too many bad memories to the group.
When I asked my partner why she lets such people run from accountability for their actions. She said how her father told her to never give up on her friends. How her father lets his friends insult him and his wife till she cries. And that was his takeaway.
I broke up with her. I can’t be a doormat like how her mother is to her father and his friends. I told her she was truly spineless for letting this happen to me. Went to a therapist and got my diagnosis for CPTSD. I wasn’t perfect but I tried. I really did. Lesson learned.
Was it fair for me to blame her friends for the panic attack? I feel like an idiot trying to explain all the stuff they did to cause it but then they can blame me for the way I reacted/ deflect with past issues.

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Kama is my favorite character to draw because he's a goldmine for hilarious and unhinged expressions, so I always doodle him the most out of anyone.
Do you have an OC who's extremely expressive and makes the best faces?

Basically, you fight a boss rush, but all of the bosses are extremely powerful alternate versions of their original self. First boss: Maurice. (Unlike in the original game, where it's Named the malicious face, This one is literally just Maurice.) Now shoots homing projectiles, And has an extra three heads! The moment you kill one of the heads (This also means it has four times the hp) All of the others become permanently enraged. Second boss: Swordsmachine Omega and swordsmachine Delta. Swordsmachine Omega Loses the shotgun, And has forearms all wielding different swords. can swing two swords at once, making its attack un-parry-able. Swordsmachine Delta Loses the sword, And now is highly trained in the shotgun (One is Core eject and one is over pump.) Once you kill it, it will use a maximum over pump and create a red explosion (I don't know the name for the original tech, so just go with "maximum over pump"!). third boss: Elite Cerberus. Although they are no longer baller, They now have A giant stone axe! (And the edge is the same glowing material as the ball), Their stomp now creates a small explosion, They can also try to freaking round house kick you! Once you kill them once, The author will become enraged, and the one who killed well resurrected self enraged. 4th boss: Just V2s Second encounter. 5th: The parasites. His design is now completely taken over by the parasites, They now always shoot ten homing projectiles, And you cant Parry his punches anymore! =( But you can enrage him by punching his hand with the knuckle blaster. 6th: Just Gabriel's second encounter. 7th: V1...?: Think this shadow link boss fight From Ocarina of time, Just this time, you also have to avoid puppets (Like the weird things made of blood) of past bosses, Also incredibly hard, because there's no sick music, only terrifying background noise!!! 8th: the sullen titan. No longer has a weak spot, two heads and another tail, And on phase two, it sinks the platform! Making it hard to see in the murky water. 9th: Gabriel, Fallen Angel, He is the final boss and not actually Gabriel (He's actually a super advanced puppet), Although he is pretty similar attacks to Gabriel Apostate of hate, He is much faster and can clone himself during certain attacks. Also gains a new attack That shoots a giant burning cross at you! Sorry there is no earth mover and Prime souls,

I don't remember when it started but over last 2-3 years I developed such extreme feelings of dislike for my cousin it's borderline hate. We used to be closer and enjoy eachothers company but then he got a glow up and suddenly became this self absorbed pos and stopped communicating with me because he thinks he's too cool or whatever .
He acts like a complete idiot and it is so infuriating seeing how everyone let's it slide just because he got genetically lucky. He's lazy, looks down on people, two faced and an extreme narcissist, only seeing use in people. Its to the point where everytime he starts a conversation I know its because he wants something, so i just cut to chase and ask what it is - which makes him respond with laugh like haha you got me!Everybody is proud of him like he actually has done something. He is the definition of "peaked in high school". What pisses me off is his stupid ego he's always had and what pisses me off more is how everyone feeds into it.
Everytime I meet him I get this numb feeling and become very pissy and mean, so much that I have to hold back. Its infuriating how I can tell what he's doing- his smile is fake and practiced, his mannerisms and even the way he talks its all so fake. He purposely surroundes himself with friends who he considers less than him to contrast with him, make him look better.
I had a moment when I felt really guilty and it saddened me how I could feel such negativity towards someone who used to be my brother, but after this sadness passed I just calmed down and the dislike is still there. I constantly think "who does this loser think he is" because I know who he really is, could be the reason he's pushing me away.
There's always been a certain competition between us because we are like the "twins" of the family, born about 2 weeks apart, but we live separately. I just want him to get humbled really badly, I want him to struggle and to not be accepted as easily. He is extremely self absorbed and everything he's ever done is for himself. Even if it seems like it was for you, and because he "cares" ,it's so he looks like a good person to everyone else. When we were kids he would constantly compare himself to me and try to belittle me in anyway possible if he felt inferior. He would steal my money, talk so badly infront of mutual friends about me to the point of me breaking down and etc.That's why I want something bad to happen to him- not harmful just something that will make him more down to earth.
Because he's a boy and my family is Balkan he gets praise just for being alive and flashing fake "charming" smiles. All his mistakes are forgiven and he is grandma's and mommy's golden boy. He better get fat like his dad istg getting such treatment just for his alright looks is infuriating. This rage that I feel towards him is my own way of punishing him, not letting him get praised and approved by me.
After writing all of this and getting it off my chest I feel a bit guilty, but that's because I value family.
I know why I feel like this, and I want to stop because such negativity is not healthy and is very unnecessary. Also my dislike is starting to spread to other members of my family who praise him, I want to fix my feelings towards him because they're starting to negatively impact my other relationships. Also it'd be good to be on good terms with him because there's a high chance we'll be in the same university.
My feelings are one sided, this dislike isn't mutual!
TLDR: Cousin got a glow up and is extremely narcissistic. Everyone excuses all of his flaws because of his charm. That makes me dislike him, how do I stop these negative feelings? How do I improve my relationship with him?

I really just need to vent and maybe someone will have some input/advice/ similar experience. So I guess a little backstory here I am a year sober and finally really putting the work in. Haven’t had any manic episodes in months etc. but now I have over a decade of trauma to unpack and my nervous system is shot. I have literally made so much progress but I feel at rock bottom. I do so many things to get better daily. The amount I’m suffering would typically result in someone being bed bound. I’m trying . But. I’ve been experiencing extreme agoraphobia and paranoia. I am so scared to leave the house but I do for necessities. I can give some examples of how my paranoia affects me. So I had a thrifting addiction and had accumulated so so so much clutter. Ridiculous amount of stuff. I have been giving away and throwing out so much. I live in apartments so I swear my neighbors must think I am insane for the amount of shit I get rid of. I do it in small doses so it’s not as noticeable. For example I might bring a garbage bag down or two here and there. Spreading it out hoping my neighbors / landlord won’t notice. AFTER times of me brining down larger amounts. I worry about my neighbors ring camera and that she probably has sent a video or two of me to friends. Crazy neighbor. My car is dirty so I feel like when I get into it some people will put it together that that is my car and think I’m dirty. But my apartment is clean.. it’s just my car I need to clean it. I literally feel like a prisoner in my apartment because I feel like i am being watched through my windows and heard at all times. I always have blinds down & curtains and sometimes other layers yet I still feel as if people can see through a crack I missed. So I am constantly on edge thinking people can see me and how weird I am. Or if I’m doing the dishes and I don’t use my sponge on one thing before putting it in the dishwasher I feel like people can see. If I don’t wash my hands long enough after going to the bathroom.. at first it was just being seen but now it’s being heard too like I mentioned. I am quiet on phone calls and I whisper at night. I am literally a prisoner in here or that is how it feels. It doesn’t help that I know I look crazy. I went to the ER and was in major panic trying to hide my anxiety and some boomers walked in and I knew they were gonna say some shit. Eventually I pulled my hoodie hood on and put on sunglasses because I just needed to feel some sense of security knowing they were watching me being pretentious. And then I hear them saying how crazy I am and how they need to move away from this area because of people like me. This was not a hallucination I don’t have audio hallucinations. Also I’m leaving out details that would make this make more sense for privacy. So then that brings the realization that people can tell I’m not well. Convinced that I am the crazy neighbor. I can’t do anything anymore because I am focused on my breathing and my walking my blinking my face expressions and trying to make everything look normal. Idk I’m just annoyed. I’m annoyed that I’m doing everything right and now people want to talk shit. Literally was insane for years and now that I’m getting my shit together people in public have to judge me. I hate everything. And I know it’s not just those people judging me. I feel like everyone can tell. Now I’m scared people think I’m a junkie. I have giant eye bags , bruises everywhere, lost weight, donate blood sometimes so there are needle marks on my arm from that. The subway that I have been going to for a few years.. the owner gave me a cookie and he never does that. So I then wondered if he could tell too that I’m not well. And it was nice of him but it made me worry that everyone is sympathetic for me. Like a poor thing moment.

So I got my first implant in 2021 and seemed to have no issues besides maybe heightened emotional reactions my first implant. I started to bleed heavily, mostly older blood, a little over half a year before it was due to be replaced. I called the nurse and told them i was in extreme pain & they just replaced it. I have had MAYBE 2-3 actual periods since I first got nexplanon in 2021 besides rare light pink spotting. is this normal?? mind you - my periods have been irregular and light for years. I also was informed by my gyno that i have retroverted uterus meaning my cervix is in front and my uterus is facing my back. it makes sense because i always had more back pain than cramps.
anyway - i want to know if it’s normal to have this long of pretty much no periods

My (30M) wife (31F) has a few health problems.
1st health issue: She has had stomach problems and constipation since she was a child, sometimes causing her to get extremely bloated. For example before we get in the shower she looks her normal, then once in the shower she looks like she gained 15lbs.
This has seemingly gotten worse in the past few years, when we dated 6 years ago I never noticed it. She’s never been diagnosed with stomach issues, I’ve urged her to see a gastroenterologist because it is not normal to get extreamly bloated after finishing a meal, or drinking a beer, or getting in a hot shower.
She brushes it off and says she doesn’t know why it happens but that it’s always been this way. I’ve told her it can be a big turn off, if she starts eating food shortly before we are going to have sex because she will get bloated and it makes her look unhealthy, ill, not herself, even though she looks like this 50% her non bloated body is her when her stomach is properly functioning, according to her.
2nd health issue: She has dealt with chronic allergies her whole life, talking about going through a 120 count box of Kleenex every 3rd day. Dirty tissues everywhere, left on our bed, sometimes the floor. Ok. We’ve talked about this and it’s gotten better (the cleanup).
Last year, a smell starting emitting from her nostrils. A foul, pungent, sweet (I can’t describe it) smell that is very off putting. She went to the doc, turns out she’s had a sinus infection for a very long time. She has a deviated septum and needs surgery. It was a big surgery, and it was successful. She uses tissues more like a normal frequency. a few sheets per day.
BUT, the smell comes and gos, sometimes it is very potent. It’s been about a week straight. Anyways, when the smell is potent, I can smell it if she’s even within a few feet of me, sitting shoulder to shoulder, face to face. Kissing is totally off limits, because it is a huge turn off (bad smells) and she breathes heavily out of her nose onto me because that happens while kissing.
So now, if this stuff is going on we don’t have any intimacy, rarely sex, definitely no kissing. She gets upset sometimes (at me) and I just let her know I love her, it’s not her fault, but that I can’t just “put up with it” (her suggestion) and make out/and be intimate anyways.
Between both of these, unfortunately it diminishes my attraction to her when these things are present. When they aren’t (rarely) we have some really hot sex and both connect very well.
If it’s just the bloating, I’m always intimate with her. Sex, kissing, all of it.
When it’s her nose emitting the strong smell, I can’t.
AITA?
TL;DR: Wife has a serious sinus infection that emits a foul rancid smell out of her nostrils. She had surgery, and multiple follow ups. The smell persists, just as bad as before. The surgeon says that’s all the treatment they can provide. She has mentioned at times I should suck it up or just deal with it, and make out and be intimate with her.

What if they have such control over us our spit or soul, thst they say you either go back down there and suffer so we can feed of you or we lock you in an abyss with nothing but your own thoughts for eternity,
I tried to commit suicide I injected iv'ed 1 full. Vial. Of Ketamine and 2gram of Scottish street heroin, not know for it's strength but if not used for a year but was in methadone.
I found myself in a inky black dark abysss nothing at all.
I thought and accepted I had killed myself, I begged anyone or thing that could mybe hear me please send me back,
I confessed all my deepest secrets and things I was ashamed of, sins basically,
I accepted that inhad killed myself iving Ketamine is extremely dangerous and I injected a full vial mixed with 2g heroin,
I gouesei was lucky the methadone blocked the effects or just bashed street heroin,
Anyway, I begged to be sent back rather than stuck with my own thoughts I could move freely but there was nothing at all. Just an abysss.
Faced with that for enernitey or come. Back and feed them, what would. You choose?
They have no compassion or empathy they thrive of the engery these trapped souls cells create.
Is there an excape, is this hell?

I had a very frightening episode yesterday where the right side of my face and right arm went numb then into a tingling "electrical current sensation." I was able to stand, walk to a mirror to check for facial drooping, and ball my fists. It resolved within a few min. I was never confused or weak, just sudden onset right side hemiplegia and pins and needles. I have a long hx of migraine and have had similar episodes and a CT scan in 2017 was clean. After worrying all night last night I went to ER today and had a CT scan with and without contrast and an MRI. Nothing on the imaging and I was discharged to home with a neurology referral. I'm 51, vegan for many years, walk 5 times a week and am pretty healthy. Bloodwork looked good today except low B12 and one of the markers for anemia. I also have a long hx of anxiety and insomnia and have been under extreme stress the last month due to a move and the death of my cat. I'm a WIP and this episode is another wakeup call to prioritize my health. My specific worry and question is that most of what I've read suggests that TIAs don't show up on scans, yet your risk of massive stroke is extremely high in the immediate 90 days after having one. I wasn't prescribed any meds today and was told to make an appointment with the neurologist. But if I did have a TIA, and that increases my stroke risk, what should I be doing in the meantime? And will the neurologist even do any interventions if there isn't anything to work with?? Sorry for sounding disjointed. I'm worried and confused.

As many of you likely know Quantum Suicide is one of the Twilight Zone (oh actually Night Springs my bad) episodes that you can find in the original game. This of course deals with the ideas of Quantum Suicide and Immortality. It's very complicated but the gist of these concepts is that for every life-threatening scenario you encounter one version of you does indeed die while another version of yourself is sent to another reality where you survived. So if you're in a car crash but survived then it can be inferred that a previous version of you actually did die and your current self is actually a version from another reality that you've been sent to. Now that I've hopefully given you just as much of a headache as I currently have let's move on.
Now to Alan Wake 2. In Alan's side of the story we come across rather abnormal enemies. They are not the Taken as we've seen in the prior game (and in Saga's story) but rather mysterious shadows who are chill until they very suddenly become not chill and decide that brutally murdering Alan is an activity in which they wish to partake. Technically we never get official confirmation of what these entities are however we can infer from Alan's video logs and their distorted appearance once their shields are gone that these are actually Alan himself. Previous versions of him at least. Ones who have "died". As we know Alan has gone through the spiral a good many times now and it appears that all of his failed selves are in fact not gone but still remain in the Dark Place to haunt the current version of Alan.
This is where Quantum Immortality comes in. For every version of Alan who "dies" a new version is sent to the next reality to go through the spiral once more. Intentionally or not this was set up in the original game where you come across this episode that explains this whole concept. It's interesting to note that Alan was apparently a writer on Night Springs so it's possible he wrote that very episode and later used it as inspiration for how he would keep himself "alive" in the Dark Place. Though it seems the Dark Presence may have twisted the concept and made it so that all of Alan's "deaths" later manifested as enemies he would have to face in his struggle to escape. So basically the whole story of Alan's imprisonment in the Dark Place is Quantum Immortality on a very extreme level.
Going to end this here before I spend the next hour continuing to ramble about this. But I just wanted to add real quick that man I love how trippy these games are. Never change Sam Lake. Please don't take 13 years for Alan Wake 3.

Not trying to argue or debate anyone. Just here to get a better understanding of the situation.
I identify as leftist socially and economically. Almost all my personal views align with common leftist takes: capitalism being a predatory system to benefit the rich at the expense of everyone else; we should protect the lives of non whites/queer communities; and that housing, food, healthcare, and education should be basic human rights.
The one issue I butt heads with leftists is the Israel Palestine conflict. I will be the first to admit I am poorly educated on the matter, the history, and nuances. I’m hoping to find out where exactly that rift in opinion lies between me and most leftists.
I’m going to word vomit all my thoughts about the situation, and am requesting people correct me where I’m wrong, explain why you think the opposite way, or educate me further on the subject. This way I can truly form my own opinion without emotions, and avoid staying silent in the face of what people are saying is a genocide.
I have family and loved ones that are Jewish. I know people both from and who are living in Israel. Because of this, I’m extremely wary of their safety and prevalent antisemitism. I’ve sat in temples on special holidays with loved ones and friends, and marked all the exits in case of an attack. Because of this, October 7th was a very scary day. One of my close friends has a brother who lives there, and was messaging him goodbyes as his house was broken into during the attack was hiding his family in the closet.
I am also aware that since the attack, thousands of innocent Palestinians have been murdered at the hands of Netanyahu and the IDF, and I think that is abhorrent and shouldn’t happen at all. In terms of Hamas vs Israel, I subscribe to the “both sides bad” school of thought. Almost every Jewish person I’ve talked to has been adamant that Netanyahu is an evil dictator looking to cling to power by any means necessary, even before October 7th.
In terms of land and political issues between the sides, I think it’s a complicated issue. I know that Israeli people are indigenous to the land, according to archeological evidence. They were forced out of it by way of exile and violence in multiple instances across history. Palestinians are an Arab ethnicity, but Wikipedia says that Israelis and Palestinians have a lot of shared ancestry, so they could also be considered indigenous.
Regardless of the fact that Israeli Jewish people were forced out in history, I don’t think it’s fair to be forcefully displacing Palestinians nowadays so that modern Jewish people can live in their ancestral homeland. Especially since Palestinians also have ancestral claim to the land as well.
I’ve heard the Israeli government has been blocking emigration in Gaza and the West Bank and withholding resources, which is absolutely despicable. And this makes me empathetic to people of Gaza wanting a violent uprising.
Unfortunately, I don’t see Hamas as a righteous uprising. While they are technically fighting oppressors (assuming everything I’ve heard about Israel is true), they are also a terrorist organization. They state in their own covenant that their main mission is Islamic supremacy. If they were successful in taking Israel, they would become oppressors just as bad as Netanyahu and the Israeli government.
A common argument I see from the Pro-Israel side is that Palestine is not a tolerant society for women and queer individuals. Israel is considered the most gay-friendly country in the Middle East. I know this point is usually only brought up in bad-faith arguments as a form of “whataboutism”. But, I’m curious what would happen to those queer folks and women if Palestine was given complete control. And in a best case scenario where the people of Palestine were liberated, how leftists who supported their freedom would support or oppose intolerance in that society?
I know that the clear answer is that no people deserves to be victims of genocide regardless of their views on women, homosexuality, etc. And the genocide/oppression is the more pressing issue. I do, however, still see it as something holding me back from wanting to support Palestine.
Another thing is that Hamas attacked innocent civilians on October 7th. Not only killed, but raped and tortured defenseless people as well, according to the UN. Those people at the music festival were not the ones oppressing the Palestinian people. I cannot in any good faith support Hamas for that reason.
This is not to say I support Israel indiscriminately bombing Gaza. Of the 36,000 Palestinians killed, I doubt even a fraction of a percent of those were active Hamas members who participated in the October 7th attack. I also cannot bring myself to support Israel for that reason.
Another thing I see is people bringing up Israel’s right to defend itself. If Hamas or other players in the conflict are sending missile strikes to Israel, why shouldn’t Israel have the right to defend itself against attackers? Not in terms of retaliation, but using the “iron dome” to minimize loss of life.
Finally, I want to bring up some concerns of antisemitism. The motto of the Pro-Palestinian movement is “Free Palestine.” I’ve heard some Jewish people express concerns that Free Palestine is a phrase being used to justify the displacement or even eradication of Israeli Jews. In a hypothetical scenario where Jewish Israeli people are kicked out of Israel/Palestine, where would they go? And would they be allowed to leave peacefully, or be slaughtered?
One of the main things I want to know is what Pro-Palestinian supporters want to happen to innocent Jewish Israeli civilians in an ideal outcome in which the people of Palestine are free.
Even in the west, including USA, there have been antisemitic sentiments documented in Pro-Palestinian gatherings. People using Nazi imagery and slogans, attacking Jewish people, etc. Even in my home city, swastikas have started appearing frequently, spray-painted on random buildings saying “Free Palestine.” It makes me fear for the safety of my Jewish family, loved ones, and friends. It makes me worried about what I’d be supporting if I showed support for Palestine.
That’s all of my thoughts on the matter. I apologize if it comes across as argumentative. I hope any replies might bring me some clarity on the situation, or that I get more information from a Pro-Palestinian standpoint that I may have not previously considered.
Thank you in advance for any replies educating me. I have my mind open, and I’m ready to learn.

I'm Ella, a 32-year-old marketing professional from the United States who was born and raised in Korea.Recently, Korea has become a positive image and is often used in marketing to represent high-tech and extremely efficient things in a Korean way, and the more I look at Korea, the more I think it's amazing.However, this image hasn't been around for a very long time.
In particular, I have been connected to Korea since I was a child, so I know Korea very well, and I feel that the idea that people have about Korea that I felt when I was younger is completely different from the common knowledge about Korea now.
My mother told me that she had lived in Korea for a year in her early years, a very long time ago, when she was very young, and the Olympics were going on in Korea, and she lived there for almost a year, and she was a correspondent, and the newspaper that she worked for had been writing stories about Korea before and after the Olympics, and a few Americans, including my mother, had stayed in Korea for a year.
She said that the newspaper she worked for had been writing stories about Korea before and after the Olympics, and that some Americans, including my mother, had lived in Korea for a year. All Koreans are said to be masters of organization, because Korea has smaller homes than the U.S. My mother, who learned the methods and know-how from Koreans, who are much more organized than Americans, is still considered an organizing expert in her neighborhood, so what happened in Korea decades ago still influences our home.
And whenever there were Koreans immigrating to the United States, I would approach them and greet them in Korean, and there were always Korean ladies coming to visit us, so naturally, I learned a little bit of Korean, and I made friends with Korean friends and went to school with them.
I was naturally familiar with Korea from a young age, and it helped me understand the Korean way of life and the Korean way of thinking. And now, as an adult, studying marketing at university, and now making a living from marketing, the Korean craze has been a great help to me professionally.
I had to search a lot of resources to get to know the country better and learn more about what Korea looks like, because I felt that the word Korea, which I often use in my marketing, has a lot of weight, and you should never tell the wrong truth or use misinformation to market.
Whenever I heard the stories of my Korean neighbors and friends who had memories of Korea since I was young, or when I often received gifts from Korea, I thought that Korea was definitely a good place, and when I heard directly from Koreans about Korea, it was a country with many advantages.
I also thought that I could afford to take a vacation and go to Korea, so I made a plan to go beyond the Korea I had only heard about, the Korea I had only read about online, and experience the real Korea and come back.
I decided to go to Korea with my friend Jiho, who immigrated to Korea when he was 15 years old, because he wanted to go to Korea after a long time, and he was also motivated by the fact that he wanted to see how much Korea has changed, and that he was still in contact with his friends from middle school and wanted to see their faces once again.
We arrived in Korea together, and I found a place to stay on my own, although Jiho told me that I could stay at his relative's house, but I felt a little overwhelmed and said that I would find my own place.From the day we arrived, I walked around the streets of Seoul with Jiho.We visited various places and just walking around the streets, I noticed that the streets were much more pleasant and cleaner than in the United States.
Unlike in the U.S., there are no dangerous streets in Korea, and Jiho said that he was very happy about how comfortable and pleasant it is to walk around freely in Korea.
In fact, this is a very minor advantage of Korea.I felt that I was changed after staying in Korea for a few days, and it was because of the water.I had heard once that the water in Korea is very clean and can have a good effect on the skin.In fact, water is not a medicine, and when I asked if changing the water can make a difference to a person, the sensible answer seemed to be no, but in Korea, where I experienced it firsthand, I could clearly see the difference. I often suffer from skin problems in the U.S., but in Korea, I noticed that my skin was noticeably better and brighter after just a few days of using the water.During my stay in Korea, I didn't have any breakouts, which I always have a problem with.I brought acne patches with me, but I didn't use any of them in Korea, which made me think that there must be a secret.
Jiho told me an amazing story about how Koreans suffer from a condition called "water breakout" when they go abroad, and some of them have to go back to Korea to visit a dermatologist because their skin is upside down and breaking out, and some even suffer from an upset stomach for days.
I don't know if there are any papers or scientific publications that have studied these symptoms, but I wondered if it might be a kind of stress that Koreans experience when they are used to clean water and then are exposed to water abroad that is somewhat inferior in quality.
I remember one time in college, a friend of mine from Korea, who was carrying a bottle of water from Korea, said, "American water is not good for your skin." He said that after coming to the U.S., his skin turned upside down and he had to visit the dermatologist frequently. When I thought about it, I realized that women who have just come from Korea have very bright and clear skin, but Koreans who have been living in the U.S. for a long time tend not to have that kind of skin.
Another amazing experience that I had while traveling around Korea was when I was walking around the streets in the evenings and I came across these massive DUI crackdowns, and I learned that in Korea, you can be arrested for DUI for just having one beer, which is a pretty strict standard. In the U.S., you're only stopped if someone reports you, and if you're driving too drunk and staggering, and even if you get out of the car and show that you're walking straight, you'll get off scot-free, but because of this complacency, there are many horrific stories of drunk driving accidents every year.
In this situation, the large-scale crackdown that I witnessed in Korea was impressive, and I sat around the crackdown site with Jiho to see if there were any vehicles that were actually cracked down, and I witnessed the actual crackdown of a drunk driver, and I felt very sad, not for the person who was cracked down, but for the fact that drunk drivers exist in Korea.
If this drunk driver hadn't been caught, he could have caused an accident with someone, and the family of the wronged person would have been very sad, and it's terrible to know that there are people who are still driving drunk in Korea, despite the fact that mass crackdowns are supposedly common in Korea.The strict enforcement system in Korea is amazing, and it's really sad to see that some Koreans still do it anyway.
I once got into a conversation with a local at a bar in Korea, and I realized that if you're just having a drink in a bar in Korea, Koreans who are drunk will often get up the courage to talk to you, and I've had the pleasure of drinking with quite a few Koreans, even if it's just for a short time. I brought up the subject of drunk driving enforcement, and I was told that a Korean relative of mine had been hit by a drunk driver, and had to stay in the hospital for a long time, and that drunk driving is considered a big sin in Korea.
I realized then that Korea's strict enforcement of drunk driving is something that will continue to be needed in the future, and I told them that I think the U.S. needs to take stronger measures against drunk driving, just like Korea.
Korea is highly urbanized and has very few rural roads, which makes drunk driving even more dangerous, and a mistake in vehicle operation while intoxicated has the potential to cause great loss of life.Korea's urban centers are complex and densely populated, making accidents caused by drunk drivers even more deadly, which is why I felt that such strict enforcement was necessary.
In the U.S., it is nearly impossible to live without a car. Cars break down frequently, no matter how careful you are with them, and the cost of replacing parts is high. Insurance is expensive, and car maintenance is expensive. In addition, public transportation in the U.S. varies greatly from city to city, and in most areas, public transportation is inconvenient.We all have the experience of having a car break down once, and it took several days to get it fixed, during which time we realized how inconvenient it was to commute and live our lives.
In Korea, on the other hand, I was able to live very conveniently without a car. The public transportation system is one of the best in the world, with subways and buses running precisely on schedule and connecting almost everywhere.
I thought about renting a car and traveling with Jiho, but we talked about taking the stress out of driving in Korea, and even when we went outside of the city center and to amusement parks, we could easily take the bus without any stress.In the U.S., I drive all the time, and I didn't think it was stressful, but when I finally let go of the burden of driving in Korea, I found that it was very relaxing.That is, unbeknownst to Americans, the burden of driving is always in the back of your mind.That's why rich people have their own personal drivers.
And it was also a chance for me to change my lifestyle pattern in Korea.My stay in Korea became longer and longer, and I was invited to greet Jiho's relatives and have dinner with them.Jiho's aunt was so kind and gentle, and she suggested that I shouldn't feel uncomfortable, that I should stop staying at the hotel and come home for the rest of my stay.It was a great gesture, because she was Jiho's friend, so of course I could make myself comfortable and leave, and she would cook me a lot of Korean meals, so I could enjoy myself and leave.
I stayed in a hotel separately because I felt sorry to be indebted to her relatives, but I realized that if I had known that Korean people are so hospitable and friendly, I would have visited them and said hello to them earlier.I had the opportunity to stay at her aunt's house for about a week, and it was a great experience to experience the real Korean living environment instead of a hotel.
Living in a hotel in the center of Seoul, I thought that since I was in a hotel in the center of the city, which is naturally a good geographical location and a transportation hub, there must be some idea that everything can be done by public transportation, and I also had a slight idea that the average Korean citizen might think that a private car is a necessity like in the United States, but I realized that this was also a misconception.
Korea has really wide roads, and they are always full of cars, so even in a country with good public transportation, the question of whether a car is a necessity is completely resolved.
While staying at Jiho's aunt's house, I got to experience the insane speed of Korean delivery services, where you can order something today and have it delivered to your door tomorrow. When I was traveling in Korea, I accidentally dropped a pair of sunglasses and broke them, but they were from my favorite brand and I knew the model number, and with that information, I was able to order them without going to the store and have them delivered to my aunt Jiho's house the next day. In addition to this, most supermarkets in Korea offer online ordering and delivery services, so you can get the items you need delivered to your doorstep with just a few clicks.Thanks to this system, I was able to live my life conveniently without having to carry heavy luggage.With all these little things, when I asked Koreans if a car is a necessity, the answer was no.The interesting thing is that it is still a necessity in their minds.
I mean, it's a must-have, but I still envied them for having a completely different environment than in the U.S., where an emergency could be fatal.
The way of life in Korea is very different from the United States, but the convenience and efficiency is amazing.Living in Korea has opened my eyes to new perspectives and taught me so much.I highly recommend people to go to Korea."Go to Korea and see for yourself how good it is."Korea is a completely different Goshing, and it has taught me so much, and I know that my experience in Korea will help me in the future.Korea was always special to me, but now it has a special place in my heart.

I (25F) have had a life long struggle with acne. My guess was always that it was related to hormones, yet it was never to a point of being debilitating. Regular ups and downs like most teens. However, for some reason, in my 20s my skin has gotten WORSE. Debilitating. Painful. I thought it was supposed to be the opposite way round!! I didn’t significantly change anything either (like products, diet, routine, etc have been the same for YEARS). I then tried so many things to help - different routines, medicines, etc. Yet when I fall out of my routine, my skin seems to improve! Even when I (god forbid) fall asleep in my makeup! gasp! My skin is somehow BETTER the next few days.
Also - now that we are heading into summer - I find myself wearing less makeup and using less products overall. My skin has GREATLY improved. On one hand, I am thrilled. On the other, extremely frustrated because I love wearing makeup and it gives me loads of confidence. Plus it took me years to find makeup products I loved and to get my makeup to a point I’m confident and proud of🙃 I’ll take what I can get I guess.
Am I alone in this!?
Important to note: I started using a personalized combination topical skin medicine from my dermatologist at the beginning of the year when I had a random and persistent perioral dermatitis / rosacea breakout. I’ve been using that all over my face, twice a day, since then and it’s been a game changer. I think that is contributing largely to my improved skin now, although when I don’t wear makeup for a week straight my skin clears up even MORE
Anyway if you read this far thank you so much. I appreciate you for listening to my rant 💖

(FTM) Every single time I wake up from surgery I'm misgendered by nurses because apparently, I look like a woman in a hospital gown. This has happened 3 times at different hospitals with nurses that would never intentionally misgender me, so I know something is in fact up with my passing ability when I don't wear gendered clothing. As facial masculinization surgery is covered I am considering getting it, and I would like honest and hugbox free feedback on what parts of my face are the most androgynous or clocky. I can do temporary fillers to try stuff out before having permanent surgery so don't be afraid of sharing your honest opinion. Passing is extremely important to me.
As I am stealth I can't ask people in real life for help or post my picture on here :(