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2024.06.07 21:00 GentlemanlyAdvice The Completely True Story of How a Filthy Gweilo Married the Most Beautiful Girl in the World

I was a damaged person. But I was on the mend.
I had a pretty traumatic break up with my childhood best friend, turned girlfriend. I had known her since we were 8 years old. We had been boyfriend and girlfriend since we were 13 and had been so for 9 years until my junior year of college when she cheated on me in a very cruel way. It came to light that she had cheated on me many times before as well.
I loved her so god damn much! I thought we were one of those stories where two souls were knitted together from eternity to eternity, or some hallmark card bullshit like that.
I was emotionally shattered and it took me a while until one day about 2 years later, I woke up and thought about her, but then realized that I hadn't thought about her at all the previous day. It was glorious and I knew then that I was on the mend. After that, my healing process sort of exponentially snowballed and I was back in the saddle as far as relationships went. I started going on dates and meeting up with women.
I was a software engineer working for a large corporation. Because I was good at my job, and because I didn't have a family, I was given the opportunity to move to Singapore and lead a project there for what would be a couple of years but turned out to be 7 years.
The great thing about Singapore is that they speak the "King's English" when they're not speaking "Singlish" (a patois of mostly English with funky grammar, but with Malay, Chinese, and Hindi thrown in). So I didn't have to learn a whole new language to fit in. I just had to learn how to translate Singlish to English, which wasn't too hard after a couple of months of trying. I even learned the lingo and it would amuse my coworkers a whole lot when I spoke Singlish. They thought it was hilarious.
I was a good looking guy (still am!!) but I really let myself go in my depression. I was a tall, muscular 210 pounds when I broke up with my ex, but I had ballooned up to over 300 pounds. I started a workout regimen and lost it all but the workout regimen became sort of an obsession. It was the one thing that grounded me. After I went to Singapore, one of my business perks was a gym membership at "Fitness First", a local gym franchise. I was down to my previous weight, but I had to practically camp out at the gym because the best thing about Singapore is the FOOD. The food is incredible! However, you WILL pack on the weight if you don't get your ass to the gym.
The meet cute
I was working out one day much later than normal due to some overtime on my project and I saw a girl on a treadmill. The treadmill was the one I usually use because it was in the back and kind of out of the way. The girl was stunning! The thing that stuck out to me was that she was had her hair in a pony tail through a ball cap, which is a look I find very attractive. I was a little nervous because, even though I was fairly confident about the way I look, I was definitely batting out of my league with this girl.
I went to her and chatted her up after she got off of the treadmill. She didn't look me in the eye and didn't really engage. I figured that I had acted like what is now known as a "gym creep" and I figured it was a "swing and a miss!" I apologized and said I wouldn't bother her anymore. I stuck out my hand and said "I'm OP, by the way. What's your name?"
She hesitated and looked at me for a bit and said "Lilly" (not her real name).
I remember this exactly because she later said that it was what intrigued her about me. At the time, she was an actress/model who had done some print/public billboard type ads, product demo booths at expos, and even a bit part in a local tv (Mediacorp) series. She had started to attract public attention because of these (mainly the TV show and the ads that were hanging all around town at that time) not just from men but from women too and it was super uncomfortable for her.
The fact that I had no idea who she was relaxed her and made her think that I was attracted to her for her and not because her face was everywhere at the time. After she told me about it, I did notice her face everywhere. But photoshop was a thing even back then, so I didn't recognize her from her ads and I really don't look at ads, tuning them out. I also didn't watch her TV show because it was in Mandarin Chinese and I don't speak or understand any Chinese, and I wasn't in a position where I was required to attend or arrange trade shows.
In the years prior to meeting me, Lilly had undergone a lot of plastic surgery (breast, eyelid, facial contouring, nose job, lipo, etc). She said it got to where she didn't recognize herself in the mirror and it disturbed and depressed her. She hadn't particularly wanted the surgery but she got the procedures done at the behest of her family who wanted her to bring in more money and the people in charge of her career development (don't know the term). It was all very expensive and she felt like she owed her family and the talent people who managed her.
Later, I found out that she hated the public recognition. Not just from men, but mostly from women who were really catty about her plastic surgery. The people in charge of her were pushing her to start singing but she didn't have a good voice and would need a bunch of training for that. She was depressed due to not recognizing herself in the mirror any more and didn't want to follow the career track that she had been on. They were pushing her to do more figure/body modeling which was why she was in the gym. She was SUPER uncomfortable with that and constantly hungry and pissed off.
She was afraid that she would do some more modeling and then get married off by her parents to some rich mainland Chinese man that she would be ambivalent about (she preferred Caucasian men) and she'd be forced to be a traditional pampered Chinese wife living in Beijing.(Doesn't sound that bad to me. Some of those Chinese businessmen live crazy luxurious lifestyles.
Since I was working a lot of overtime, I kept going to the gym later at night and we saw each other and I would wave and smile and she would smile and wave back. OK I was kinda hoping to meet her regularly. I spotted her on a couple of exercises and we began to chat with each other a bit. A couple of times I had to steady her because she was fainting from being hungry and working out at the same time. I used that as an excuse to take her out to a hawker center, which like a mall food court but with delicious local food (not chain restaurants). We chatted and got along really well. It became a regular thing until I confessed I had a crush on her. We started dating after that until it got to a point where she practically moved into my place.
She, of course, had her share of guys interested in her. She was on livejournal at the time (remember livejournal??) and she was doing that and posting pictures of herself for her career mostly, but I'm sure she did enjoy the attention. She had one guy from Belgium who was really after her. He actually bought her 800 thread count sheets, which is an oddly practical but vaguely inappropriate gift. He actually visited Singapore on business (he was a tech sales guy) and wanted to meet up with her in a public place, a hawker center. I still had trust issues from my previous "love of my life" betraying me. To this day, I cringe at my behavior at the time, but I laid down a clear boundary. She could absolutely go see and hang out with this guy if she wanted to, but if she did, she'd be doing it as a single available girl and we would be through. She said she saw my face "turn to stone" and it was clear that she would lose me if she went to meet up with that guy. That honestly gave her pause about our relationship and she really considered ending it at the time. I didn't know that until much later, though. Certainly, I'm glad that she didn't. She didn't go meet up with the guy. To this day, we call the incident "The Belgian Waffle". OK so I call it that, she thinks it's stupid.
Meeting her family
Eventually, Lilly asked if I could have dinner with her parents, saying that they wanted to meet me. I bought some gifts, basically Japanese cookies in really nice packaging, and then we met. I did the traditional thing and formally introduced myself and asked them about their family and history.
At the time, Lilly got some criticism from her extended family because I am a white guy. There was a certain stigma attached to local girls who liked white guys. They called those girls "SPGs" which stands for "Sarong Party Girls", a derogatory name for the prostitutes who would entertain British expats at after hours parties "back in the day".
Over the next few months, I won over her family mainly by eating their food and being accepting of their culture. I grew up in Texas, so pickled jalapenos were common in my house...like salt and pepper, we put them on everything. Later on, I was the kind of guy who put tabasco or sriracha on everything. So eating their spicy food was no problem for me. I remember us both going shopping at an open air market and seeing an older woman cutting up cili padi. I asked if I could try some. She looked at my pale face and then at Lilly and she said I could. I bit into one and chewed it up as the woman looked at me with an amused look on her face. She was waiting for me to jump up and down with fire shooting out of my mouth, I guess. I disappointed her, but she and Lilly were impressed. She later told her mother and she was impressed too. She wanted me to eat one for her as well. Oh well, trained monkey time I guess.
The real test came when I tried Durian for the first time. This is the same food that "defeated" Andrew Zimmern, the "Bizarre Foods" guy. I actually liked it. I had a D24 durian, which admittedly is like the "beginner version" of durians. There are like 16 different types. When you get past the smell and actually taste it, it doesn't smell that bad any more. It's very sweet and creamy. It's like the taste overwrites your disgust of the smell. I think that's what really impressed them to an extreme degree. They started calling me an "egg", because I was "white on the outside but yellow on the inside."
I would visit her grandmother with her. In true Chinese fashion, Lilly and her brother Johnny were raised by their paternal grandparents while their parents worked full time jobs, so her grandmother was like her mom. She was in an elder care facility at this point, though. She didn't like living there, but it was all they could afford. We would visit her every week and she'd be very happy. She didn't speak any English at all so she and Lilly would just chat speaking Hokkien Chinese while her grandmother would pet my hairy forearms like I was a dog. She was absolutely smitten with my hairy forearms.
Meeting my family
After a little over a year, I took her back to Texas to meet my family. It was quite the culture shock. Lilly was amazed by red barns and hay bales, black and white Holstein cows, things she saw in movies about the USA. She particularly was impressed by the cluster mailboxes lined up on country roads ("So cute, leh!") We actually had to stop the car and take pictures of her standing next to them, smiling goofily for the photo. I made sure to take her to the Texas hill country during spring, when the hills are covered with soft green grass and festooned with bluebonnets, sunflowers, indian paintbrushes, black eyed susans, daisies, etc. I had to practically hold her down to keep her from picking them. It's not illegal or anything, it's just frowned upon and tradition to leave them alone. OK, I let her pick some. Give me a break, I was in love with the girl.
Driving was also something that kind of boggled her mind. Texas is huge, and traveling from my parents' place to visit my brothers and their families was a seemingly endless trek. Driving from Houston to Austin, to Corpus Christi was crazy long, even with the stops to visit my relatives.
Lilly was practically agoraphobic at the big sky in Texas. She was used to being in a forest of tall concrete and steel buildings, with only strips of blue sky available at the top. In Texas that sky went from horizon to horizon. She was also amazed at the uncountable numbers of stars at night away from the city lights. She later told me it was like visiting Narnia or something.
In Texas, she got her share of looks from guys, especially in the bigger cities. I wasn't jealous. I've never been a jealous guy, although my experience with my ex "love of my life" really put my radar up, I still was proud that other guys were attracted to her. My attitude was "go ahead and eat your hearts out, she's with me!"
When she met my oldest brother, it was like a cultural thing with her, so she was very deferential and respectful. I knew that my oldest brother was attracted to her because he was stumbling and stuttering when he was speaking to her, looking at her but kind of avoiding looking at her. I wasn't too concerned because he was a married guy with 2 sons and not a scumbag, but it was still pretty amusing to see "Mr. Smooth-don't-let-em-know-you-want-em-kid" at a loss for words.
My parents met Lilly finally (she was super nervous but she did really well) and later my mom brought me aside and asked me if she should re-set her mother's diamond engagement ring. I thought about it a bit, and then told her "yes". My mom's eyes started sparkling with images of unborn grandchildren and she smiled bigger than I had ever seen her smile (kind of unsettling actually). My dad later brought me aside and basically told me I couldn't do any better and I would be a "god damn fool" if I let her get away from me. I agreed. My dad then told me something that remains with me to this day: "She will make your life sparkle, son." (she has).
Before our time in the US was up my mom gave me the ring and I asked Lilly to be my wife in a field of wildflowers, which had become her favorite place to be in Texas. She said yes. Looking back, that was one of the happiest days of my life. It was up there with losing my virginity to "the love of my life" (who turned out to be a duplicitous crazy person but at the time it was really special), my wedding day to Lilly, and the births of our children.
The Engagement
When we got back to Singapore we had to pretend we weren't engaged because I had to ask her parents for their daughter's hand in marriage. I spoke with them and explained how my prospects in my career were good. I told them that I loved their daughter and that my family also loved their daughter. We had to schedule a phone call between my parents and her parents.
I had clued my parents in as far as the traditions go. In Chinese culture, the groom pays for the wedding rather than the bride. The groom also has to give the bride's parents certain auspicious gifts. My parents luckily had done a tour of China a few years before and knew all of this beforehand, having befriended their local tour guide who was saving up money for his own wedding at the time. On the call, they agreed upon a pinjin, which is basically "betrothal money". We started to plan the Guo Da Li ceremony which would take place in 3 months time, and 3 months before the wedding.
Unfortunately life threw us a curve ball and Lilly's grandmother died. It was bittersweet because, while Lilly missed her, her grandmother had become very old and infirm to the point where her quality of life was pretty low. All wedding stuff was put on hiatus until the funeral was over plus 100 days for mourning.
After that, we were able to do the Guo Da Li ceremony. I gave my future in laws a red packet of money plus special cakes and 12 mandarin oranges and gold jewelry. It all went very well.
Wedding planning started in earnest. I got some money from my dad (who insisted) but the lion's share was out of my pocket. During this process I was able to meet some incredible people. The stand outs were Richard and Jimmy. Rich and Jimmy were tailors and dressmakers. They were a couple and they gave my fiancée a really good deal on a wedding dress and cocktail dress if she agreed to do some print modeling for their business. They also made me a tuxedo and a suit. I offered to model for them as well and we all had a good laugh at that prospect (OK they were doing most of the laughing - ego still hurts from that one, guys).
The venue we were using was Chijmes. It's the same one used in the move "Crazy Rich Asians". It was back when they had first started offering it up as a venue so it wasn't crazy expensive at the time. Plus, it was a smaller venue for weddings. Usually weddings are held in large hotel ballrooms and are huge affairs (this is what I was told). The families both invite everyone they've ever met to come: Neighbors, business contacts, everyone. They all bring red packets filled with cash. We opted for the "small" wedding.
The Bachelor Party
We had planned bachelobachelorette parties on the same night (separate venues). Lilly's MOH threw hers while Rich and Jimmy threw mine. My best man was my dad (because he's the best man that I know) and so cigars and brandy would have been disappointing to my work friends and my future brother in law and cousins. I don't think anyone was prepared for what happened.
We had the party at the sushi restaurant of a friend of Rich and Jimmy's. It was after hours. We had some incredible sashimi and rolls. I even tried fish sperm. Didn't like it. I asked Jimmy are you sure it's FISH, sperm?? He said of course he'd never do that to me. To be fair, it did taste and smell very fishy. I don't know how human sperm tastes like (or maybe I do now, I don't know).
After the sushi was done, it was time for the entertainment, and oh boy. Rich and Jimmy hired a trans entertainer who sang show tunes. The thing is, she had an incredible voice. She was obviously biologically male, but she really carried herself with a lot more femininity than I've seen from biological women. She sang and told jokes and roasted me pretty thoroughly. My dad was there and he thought it was funny as hell. My friends from work, especially the Aussies and Brits, thought it was great, my future BIL and most of my future cousins did too. Other cousins politely excused themselves and left. I think the free flowing booze and beer kept most people there, though.
After her thoroughly entertaining performance, it was time for the dancers. This is kind of where it went off the rails. Rich and Jimmy hired exotic dancers...but they were all male or trans. Now, to be fair, it wasn't like they didn't tell me about it beforehand. They did. Personally, I thought it would be hilarious to announce that the strippers were here and then have male dancers come out. I have a twisted sense of humor, I suppose. I certainly wasn't going to cheat on the most beautiful woman in the world mere weeks before our wedding, so prostitutes and female dancers were completely out of the question for me. They jokingly suggested male dancers it and we laughed. I thought about it a bit and I guess I'm "take-the-joke-too-far" guy so I encouraged it. Lilly knew about it and thought it was funny as well and wanted me to video tape it while it happened. ("Yeah right you just want to ogle the dancers" "Of course, lah!")
What I wasn't prepared for was the PLATOON of banana hammocks that marched out into the restaurant. Smooth greased up Asian chests everywhere! My dad was of course shocked at first and then looked at me and we started laughing and the ridiculousness of it. My dad stood up and clapped his hand on my shoulder and put a mock serious look on his face. The people immediately around me witnessed my dad telling me that he loved me and accepted my life style choice and that nothing I could say or do would ever change the fact that he and mom loved me and accepted me. Thanks, dad. I was laughing during the whole thing and my future BIL and work buddies who were around me were laughing as well. My dad excused himself and said he had to go find my mom and tell her the "bad news about her future grandchildren" and left ("Can adopt, lah! Can surrogate, meh!" Thanks for the support, guys). My future BIL laughed and said that since all of the available male dancers were at my party, there were none available to attend his sister's party, so she was "safe".
Among the highlights of the evening is that I discovered that a few of my co-workers and future cousins were in fact gay. I was told to stay out of the ladies' room no matter what. I wasn't planning on going in but thanks for the warning. I was proud that we all only vomited in the trash cans and not on the floor (what a waste of some damn good sushi....and fish sperm). Rich and Jimmy stayed next to each other all night. I even saw them holding hands and looking at each other lovingly. To my shame, I was under the common misconception that all gay men were very promiscuous and I kind of expected them to pair off with the dancers. What I saw that night was a very loving monogamous relationship.
The Wedding Day
The day of the wedding came a few days later and I had the good fortune of being the first one in my family to experience the fun and interesting experience of a groom going through a Chinese-style wedding. I say "Chinese-style" because while we did do a lot of the traditions from a Chinese wedding, we did say vows to God before a Christian minister. This was something she insisted on as her family had converted from Taoism to Christianity (but still kept the Taoist traditions and festivals).
First up was the gatecrash. I went over to the her family's apartment and the MOH and bridesmaids stood at the door refusing to let me in unless I gave them $9999.00. Nine is a significant symbol to them. It means "longevity" I think. So the whole idea is for me to haggle the price down by doing challenges and games. I had to do a handstand and walk with my hands. I had to answer trivia questions ("What is her nickname for you?" "Cranky old man" "What is your nickname for her?" "Baby"). BIL and I had to do "the worm". I haggled them down to $99 which I paid to them in a red packet. My BIL and wife chided me for not going lower but my dad was there and was in his 70s and couldn't do any feats of strength.
After I "secured" my bride, we did the traditional tea ceremony with her parents and my parents. Lilly was dressed in a traditional red silk qipao, tailor made by Rich and Jimmy. I gotta tell you people, the qipao really does it for me! Not gonna lie, it was like cupid gut punched me when I saw her dressed in it . My parents were pretty stoic throughout but my mom sympathy cried with Lilly's parents when she tearfully did the tea ceremony with her mother and father. We received red packets from each set of parents. I was told the red packet her parents gave us had most of the bride price we paid in it. Her mom gave her her grandmother's jeweled antique watch and my mom gave her a sapphire ring (sapphire is my birth stone). As we left her home to go to Chijmes, I told her "we're keeping that dress, understand me??" She laughed.
We got to Chijmes, did the photos and she walked down the aisle in a beautiful white dress with a small train behind it with sequins on it. My dad gave me the ring. He was my best man. He was my best man because he's the best man I know. After the wedding, she changed into a champagne colored strapless cocktail dress another Rich and Jimmy original. THREE wardrobe changes, people! THREE! All with different hair and make up and she did it super quick. I don't know what wizardry was invoked but we may be indebted to the hoary netherworld.
We honeymooned at the Fullerton Hotel. The old British colonial Post Office was converted to a luxury hotel in 2001. We stayed there for 3 days ordering overpriced room service ("Go to hawker center, lah! Much cheaper better food, meh!).
Emigration and Immigration
So a little bit before this time, a little event happened in New York. You might have heard about it. Anyway because some sexually repressed incels decided to murder thousands of people, USA's immigration was all jacked up. The INS went bye-bye. Then we had the BCIS for a brief moment, followed by the USCIS. I saw that my project was ending and my company helped me with her immigration. It was a pain, though. It seems like we had new forms to fill out every week while the old ones became obsolete. That's how I remember it, anyway. It was a pretty frustrating time and I almost had to leave her behind (it wouldn't have been permanent but it would be a long time). Luckily we were able to make it time.
For explanation purposes, we didn't get LEGALLY married in Singapore. We had the religious ceremony but no "government contracts" were involved. This is because, at that time at least, it was easier to bring over a fiancée than a wife, for some reason. So Lilly was a "90 Day Fiancée"!! We got married at the county courthouse when we finally were able to go to my new project. We didn't wait 90 days. We did in three (jet lag).
Unfortunately for her, we moved from Singapore, a 24 hour international class city, to a sleepy seaside town in the USA near a military base. Lots of fun was had with that. A total fish out of water story for another time (What is this "coin laundry"? Do you Americans have a place to wash your coins?).
My BIL got married to a beautiful girl and moved to Australia and opened a Bait and Tackle store in Surfer's Paradise on the east coast of Australia. He has 2 daughters. In 2012 he was caught cheating on his wife and lost everything. She moved back to Singapore with his kids, and he kind of struggled for a while. He got another bait and tackle store eventually and tries to see his daughters whenever he can. They don't have a good relationship.
Rich and Jimmy celebrated the decriminalization of homosexuality in Singapore in 2022, but they still can't get married. We still talk from time to time. Writing this, I find myself missing them. I had some really fun times because of them. I've never had better conversations in Singapore than with them while at Lilly's dress fittings (and my suit fittings).
We have been married for 21 years. She has never given up being a Singaporean citizen. She keeps her passport current. She's a "permanent resident" here in the USA. We have three kids, two boys and a girl. We are still married. She still wears her hair in a pony tail with a ball cap when she works out. She still wears that qipao on special occasions, which I try to achieve as often as possible. She's still my Baby and I'm still her Cranky Old Man.
Thanks for reading.
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2024.06.07 20:35 Own_Group7533 Forgiveness: a time and place?

My father has undoubtedly fucked me up to such an extent that it will take a long time to finally come to terms with all I've seen him do. Violence and anger are all I can see with him but also he has supported my dreams and has lifted me up with food, money, clothes, and shelter that I all very much appreciate. It's his way of seeking forgiveness, but it's not enough. I have forgiven my mother for the neglect, verbal abuse, and coldness that I still have to recover from as it ran my childhood. I understand why she did the things she did and why she acted the way she did. Being beaten, cheated on, trapped, and belittled everyday by the man you love and have children with, I can't imagine the pain of it all, I could only witness it and comfort her through it. She's self aware about it now, she recognizes the damage she's caused to my siblings and I and seeks forgiveness for it, and I have started the process of healing with her. I'm happy with her, it's made me a better person. I've let go of my fear of her, but not my dad. Somehow, someway, she's forgiven my father, she tells me that we need a long conversation that will span years to resolve our hurt. I know my relationships will never be normal because of it but I will always try to do better.
My father is a case that I don't know what to do with. We recently went to an RHCP concert, the music we listened to all my childhood and I can remember having fond memories of us listening to them, it's what got me into being a musician. I went to heal with him. I saw how he screamed the lyrics and danced to the music. I thought about his childhood and how horrible it was and how sad it makes me. I want to forgive him so bad, I want to heal with him, but I just can't, not yet. I know what he can be if he tried to do better and admit his wrongs, he can be the sweetest most humanitarian person I've ever seen, he's the hardest working person I've ever met. I see people as kaleidoscopic, Everyone has 100 different sides to them and can empathize and understand the sides that are the best of them. I forgive and let go, I'm big on forgiveness. But this wall is going to be much tougher to climb than I imagined, it's something that's going to take a long time and I don't know where to really start. My therapist said, for right now focus on you, when you feel ready, you'll be ready. But I feel like I could also go on without it. I'm so confused, it breaks my heart. Maybe one day, but not right now. I want what he's never given me and that's to hold me tight and say sorry.
If anyone wants to share a similar story or share their feelings you are more than welcome to do so, thanks for reading :)
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2024.06.07 20:32 Puzzled_Meeting9987 FFIE and the short squeeze, a stupid ape's approach

Disclaimer: Not financial advice. None of this is backed by financial analysis, math or all the other shit my brain can't do.
FFIE and the concept of a group of retail investors buying shorts in order to force a squeeze on a company that could potentially go belly up due to the HF d-bags short selling is gold. As a Gen-X ape, I love it. It's almost on par with Heath Ledger's Joker burning that huge stack of cash. It's not about the money, it's about fucking the status quo that the so-called rich and powerful have established. It's V for Vendetta on an economic scale rather than a blowing up Britain.
Anywhore, I have a few uncultured, unrefined and dumb-ape thoughts about what we as a collective are doing:
  1. The squeeze takes much longer than you think it should. Patience is the key.
  2. Don't invest if you can't afford to invest. In my mind, if I have to forego putting food on the table, a roof over my head, or clothes to wear, I'm not investing. This should be obvious.
  3. The key to creating the squeeze is numbers of people who are willing to hodl the stock for an extended period of time. How many people can be added to the collective who can afford to invest in the shorted shares.
  4. HF d-bags hate losing, which is why this is so painful for them. They have made their life on making themselves incredibly wealthy. Win at all costs, even if you have to cheat the system or do illegal things. They have collected the "power" and wealth and centered it among themselves... the so-called elite few. And even when they get caught, the punishments never seem to fit the crimes and then they write a book about it and make a movie out of it (Greed, The Wolf of Wall Street, etc.)
  5. As a collective, we can be more powerful than they are because we aren't afraid to lose. Sometimes a stock won't squeeze. This will result in us losing. However, because of our numbers and how we invest, whether it's one share or 1-million shares, if we are following rule number two, then we have not lost anything we couldn't afford to lose. The HF d-bags can't afford to lose. They are playing with money that isn't theirs, they will lose their jobs, their lifestyle and they will be demoralized, at least temporarily until they find something else to criminalize and make profit from.
  6. Creating a squeeze in this manner is not manipulation of the markets. It's TRANSPARENCY... we are TELLING them what we're going to do. And for now, they're not really sure how to handle it. They cry manipulation because they don't like having their asses handed to them in a game they've rigged in their favor.
  7. We should, at the very least, try to be forward looking at the potential consequences of our actions. The goal is a better future for ourselves and our loved ones and future generations. However, we have to be concerned about rule changes that will negate what we're trying to do or consequences that could potentially crash world markets.
  8. What I like most about this is that the HF d-bags shorting these companies are doing it for fast ROI and to put companies out of business in order to allow themselves and others within their tight circles and to steal the intellectual property, patents and other items of value from the companies they destroy when the inevitable fire sales occur.
Again, none of this is financial advice. These are simply my observations and opinions. My qualifications are nil within the financial sector. The only thing of note I've done (semi-humble brag) is start at $0 15 years ago with my retirement account and build it up to about half-a-million dollars. The only thing I know is patience and investing for the long-term.
I welcome any and all opinions on the above, and I will continue to hodl my FFIE with diamond hands. May the odds be ever in our favor.
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2024.06.07 19:41 Lucifirax84 Landscape Issues. Can't figure it out!

Landscape Issues. Can't figure it out!
Alright ya'll I need some help lol. Nothing major, just something that's been bugging me the last few months with Skyland AiO. So far it's just an area by Dawnstar along the coast around the corner from the mine (near Troll spawn area sort of?). The jagged and mismatched textures, snowy footprints in the water etc ONLY happen when I use Skyland AiO and I have tried it everywhere in my LO including right above Just Checking. I haven't tried just the Skyland Landscapes alone yet, but I've tried Atlantean Landscapes Complete, aMidianBorn Landscapes and Septentrional and did NOT have this happen. It's only been Skyland AiO. I've also tried with and without grass mods with the fixes and Reconciliation patches as well and I'm just stuck. Oh yeah, I've also tried with and without several different water mods as well as only having USSEP, Cheat Room, Skyland AiO and Alternate Start in my LO only!! Any thoughts or ideas would be appreciated. Also if anyone is currently using Skyland AiO since its been updated, could you possibly see if it's happening to you as well? If I need to share a clearer shot of the snowy foot prints let me know and I can figure how to. Also to note I'm still in testing phases so nothing is set in stone. I'm also using mods on this console for the first time since I just upgraded systems.
(If I have to edit my LO layout it will be in the comments since we can't edit with photos added)
LLO I'm following:
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2024.06.07 17:42 Voodoo_Clerk I'm Indebted to a Voodoo Shop (Part 7)

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Home didn’t feel the same after I returned from the hotel. My dad knew that I knew how he’d gotten that high-paying job. And he knew what I had been doing to help us make ends meet before getting entangled with Creole. It got even worse when one day he walked in on me as I was applying the ointment to cover my scars. That broke him. He started crying uncontrollably upon seeing me with the deep scar on my neck and my missing eye surrounded by my skull. It was the first time I’d seen my dad cry like that. And I couldn’t do anything to console or help him. Because I knew if I did, I would start crying and wouldn’t be able to stop.
We were both at rock bottom, with my mom trying in vain to figure out why we were so upset. Creole must’ve known what I was going through and allowed it to continue. For an entire month, he didn’t call on me for anything. And that worried me more than if he did. Because there was always the looming and constant fear that he would get bored with me. And him being bored with me probably meant my immediate death.
It was a relief when I was home alone again that I received a knock at the door. I looked down at my phone to make sure that I still had plenty of time since my last ointment appointment. Satisfied that I had plenty of time I stood up and answered the door. Seeing that smiling face and red uniform instantly brightened my day a little.
“Hey Jacob, what’s he got for me this time?” I asked him as the forever smiling bellhop stared at me with his button eyes. He happily presented me with an envelope and gave me a little salute at completing his mission. I took the envelope and opened it up, sighing when I saw the all too familiar handwriting.
“Marvelous Ms. Mace! It would seem that I require your skills in another endeavor. Jacob shall escort you to the store, and do make sure to bring all your tools. K.C.” I heavily exhaled through my nose and invited Jacob into the house so I could gather my things.” I quickly ran upstairs and rounded up my lockpicking tools, pepper spray, and this time a pocket knife as well. I’d gotten myself one after the ordeal of the hotel. Just as I was applying more ointment and resetting my timer I heard the front door open and a bunch of grocery bags rustling.
My heart instantly dropped. My mom had gotten back earlier than expected. I quickly finished putting the ointment on and ran downstairs as quickly as I could. I nearly ran into my mom as she was hanging one of the bags on the stair railings.
“Jesus, Maria, Jose, Macedonia!” My mom shouted in surprise. I half expected it to be because of Jacob but a glance around the first floor revealed that he wasn’t anywhere in sight. “You nearly gave me a heart attack.” My mom sighed fanning herself dramatically.
“Sorry Mom,” I apologized, wrapping my arms around her and squeezing her. “I’m going out, ok?” I told her. She looked at me judgementally, mostly at what I was wearing before wishing me good luck and the usual million things to be careful of. I nodded at all of them and parted with a kiss on her cheek. As I exited the front door it was my turn to nearly have a heart attack as Jacob surprised me by poking his head out of the bush next to the front door.
“How’d you get in there?!” I silently shouted at him. He pointed at the open window just above the bush. And I couldn’t help but snort and giggle at the thought of him diving out of the window into the bush once my mom had arrived back at the house. I helped him to get out of the bush and brushed the leaves off of his uniform.
We started making our way towards the voodoo shop all the while my mind continued to wander in various scenarios in which my situation was going to end. Most of them with me and my entire family dead or turned into voodoo dolls.
“Jacob?!” An unknown voice broke my endless doom loop. I looked up and Jacob and I stared at a sketchy dude across the street from us who quickly ran over and grabbed Jacob by his gold-trimmed collar. “Where the fuck have you been man?! I’ve been trying to call you for months!” He shouted at Jacob who just stared at him with his permanent smile and tilted his head in confusion.
“Leave him alone, we’re trying to be somewhere asshole,” I told the guy, grabbing Jacob by the arm and starting to tug on it. The guy looked at me like I was literal shit on his shoe and stared back at Jacob.
“Who the fuck is she? More importantly, why the fuck are you dressed like this? It isn’t Halloween you freak,” he shouted at Jacob. He continued on about how he hadn’t made a single delivery in months and that some scary people were looking for him. Jacob continued to stare blankly at this guy before turning to me and taking his hat off.
“Hey, asshole! Don’t ignore me!” he shouted at Jacob as he placed the hat on me. I stared at him in confusion before he lifted his hands to cover his button eyes. He then lowered his hands and pointed at me. It took me a few seconds to figure out he wanted me to cover my eyes. So I hesitated for a moment before lifting my hands and covering my eyes.
As I covered my eyes I heard the guy let out a choked scream before a sickening crunch and tearing, overpowered the sounds of his muted screams. I shut my eyes as tightly as I could and suddenly wondered something. My glass eyes didn’t have an eyelid. So how exactly was it shut right at that moment? Did it turn off on command? I didn’t have long to wonder at the logistics as I felt Jacob’s hat being taken off of me.
I lowered my hands and was met by Jacob’s usual smiling face. And not a single stain on his uniform at all. I looked at him and then around us in confusion. There wasn’t a single sight of the asshole. Not a body part, not a drop of blood not even a scrap of clothing. Absolutely nothing. I knew better than to inquire about what had happened so I simply continued our walk towards the voodoo store.
“Mace! It’s been so long! How’s the eye treating you?” Creole asked me, giddy with excitement upon seeing me. I was instantly reminded how much I hated him. His stupid smile and his constant giddiness. It irked and annoyed me.
“It’s fine, sir,” I told him as dryly as I could. As usual that didn’t register at all to him and he simply nodded and looked over at Jacob.
“I see you two came upon some trouble. But Jacob handled it, so no harm done!” Creole said with a smile and walked over to the register. I followed after him and watched as he picked up the template doll from the register and started tossing it up and down in the air.
“What’s the problem this time?” I asked him, stuffing my hands into my jacket pocket. He stared at me for a moment with that toothy yellow grin for a few moments before letting some giggles rise up from his throat. I could already tell that this was going to suck.
“Seems, that while I was away. A rat got into some of my potions. Made quite the mess of the shop, you should’ve seen it! Now that lil ol’ rat has run off and made a nest in the high school. I’m gonna need you to deal with it for me.” He smiled as he caught the template doll in midair and gave it a hard squeeze in between his gloved fingers.
“No,” I told him. That got his attention. He raised a brow at me and tossed the doll onto the register table. “I can’t,” I said as I felt my heart beating out of control. Since I was a little girl I had an absolute phobia of rats. Everything about them disgusted me and freaked me out. And now I had to go and kill some probably giant monster rat.
“Oh Mace, we both know you ain’t in a position of refusing me.” Creole extended his hand out to me and the contract that I signed with him. He was right, I had no right to refuse him. But at the same time, I’d rather have him kill me than have to face a giant rat. Not to mention if it had gotten into his potions, there was no telling what that thing had turned into.
“Can’t you have the cops handle it?” I asked, still trying to find a way out of it. Creole slammed his fist down on the hard wooden table and I swear it felt like the entire shop would come crumbling down in top of us.
“You’ll be doing it. Understand? I don’t want to have to visit your parents any sooner than I have to, Macedonia.” He told me in a low and gravely voice. His yellow teeth sharpened into fangs and I quickly looked down at the floor and finally nodded after a few moments of trying to think of a way out of it.
“Yes sir…” I told him submissively.
“Splendid! Jacob will be coming with you, naturally. You two seem to make a good team.” His mood shifted instantly once I became cooperative. His usual bubbly and happy personality returned. I simply nodded and looked over at Jacob. He kept up his permanent smile and gave me a little wave. I returned it with a half-hearted smile of my own.
“Well off with the two of you then, the sooner you deal with that rat the sooner you can go home again,” Creole said with a smile as he dismissively waved the two of us away and without giving me any other way of protecting myself from whatever monster rat he’d accidentally created. I sighed as I followed after Jacob as he fished out the magic skeleton key and inserted it into the voodoo shop’s door.
I watched as the door contorted and warped into one of the high school’s main doors. I grabbed the metal handle before Jacob could and pushed it open. Being inside the darkened school was like having one of those nightmares where you’re back in school again, or when you come to school after hours and the entire building is eerily quiet.
“Let’s just get this over with,” I mumbled to Jacob as we started making our way towards the cafeteria. If a giant rat was going to be anywhere, it’d probably be there. We passed several photos of past classes and clubs and I came to a stop at the photo I had managed to get into. I’d snuck into cheer practice with Jess who had been a cheerleader and had gotten my picture taken with the whole squad. It brought me back to simpler times and was a cruel reminder of what had happened to my friends.
I looked over at Jacob and noticed that his button eyes were trained squarely on a photo. I walked over to him and noticed he was looking at a picture of the video game club. And staring straight at me with a happy and toothy grin was the old Jacob. Before dropping out and becoming a drug dealer, before becoming an undead bellhop. Jacob kept staring at the photo for a few more seconds before turning to look at me. There was no indication on his permanently closed and stitched smile that he felt any different but something felt off about him.
As I was about to ask him what the matter was, but a loud crash and rattling came from the direction of the cafeteria. I instantly shoved my face into Jacob’s chest in absolute terror. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a hard squeeze. I don’t know what it is about Jacob that gives me such a calming response whenever I’m near him. Whatever it is, it was powerful enough to give me my strength back as I quickly dug into my pockets and pulled out the can of pepper spray and my pocket knife.
“Okay…I can do this…right?” I looked back at Jacob for confirmation. He gave me two thumbs up and we continued on course toward the cafeteria. Finding the doors locked I quickly handed my items to Jacob and got on my knees to begin picking the lock. It was second nature to me at this point, there had been plenty of times during high school where I had broken into the cafeteria to steal some food or a snack. In just a few swift flicks of the pins and tumblers the door swung open.
Jacob went first before motioning for me to follow after him. It certainly seemed like the rat had been here. Judging by the simple fact that the tables and benches were strewn and thrown in every possible direction. In the direction of the kitchen, the whole metal screen separating the kitchen from the cafeteria was broken and bent in various directions. I was suddenly realizing that I was probably going to be fighting a bear-sized rat with only a knife and some pepper spray.
“I don’t hear it,” I whispered to Jacob as the two of us began approaching the kitchen. We poked our heads into the utter devastation that had happened to the kitchen. Appliances were ripped from the wall, the freezer door had been ripped from its hinges, and the remains of dozens of frozen lunches were strewn about in every possible direction.
I picked up a frozen round pizza and said a silent prayer for the only decent thing the school ever gave to me. Despite all the destruction, however, there was no sign of the rat. I suddenly became afraid that the thing could turn invisible. It was then that I noticed that Jacob was staring up at the ceiling. I quickly dropped the pizza and followed his gaze upward, terrified that the rat was hanging from the ceiling like the mirror version of me had done. But instead, I was greeted by a giant gaping hole in the ceiling.
“Well, it isn’t here. Where the hell else could it be?” I asked Jacob who looked back at me and shrugged. I groaned and started looking around at the floor trying to think of where it could be. I stared too long at the floor though as my new glass eye just popped out of my head and fell to the floor.
“Oh fuck off,” I hissed in anger as I quickly dropped to my knees and began scrambling after it. I managed to catch it just before it rolled under the stove and cleaned it as best as I could before inserting it back into my skull. As I was letting the magic item return vision to my left side I stared at the stove for a moment before a thought crossed my mind.
“What about the home econ room? They have a cooking class there.” I quickly stood up and Jacob quickly nodded. The only problem was that the home econ room was on the other side of the school from where we were. Plenty of chances for the rat to ambush us. So as we started walking down the halls towards the home econ room I made sure to hold on to Jacob’s hand. Our high school isn’t even that big and yet the walk from the cafeteria felt like it took sixty years, mostly because every single noise caused me to stop and wait to see what was going to pop out and attack me.
By the time we entered the area where the home econ room was, I was able to hear something rummaging around and destroying things in the classroom. It seemed that my hunch had paid off. The only problem was that I was too scared to move even a muscle. I looked back at Jacob and he gave me a thumbs up. I squeezed his hand tightly and nodded back at him, letting go of his hand and fishing my can of pepper spray out of my jacket pocket.
I glanced into the classroom through the window. Besides the absolute devastation of the classroom, I watched in horror as a giant rat’s tail was dragged along the floor like some enormous worm. I quickly shook my head and turned to Jacob.
“I can’t do it,” I whimpered at him, feeling the onset of a panic attack incoming. Jacob rubbed my arms and waited for me to slightly calm down. I did my best to get a hold of myself and again peeked into the window of the destroyed kitchen room. I got a good look at the giant rat as it broke into one of the stoves. Most of its fur had fallen off in giant patches, and giant spikes were piercing out of its back. As it turned its head to toss the stove away from the wall I could see that one of its eyes was missing. I breathed a sigh of relief, it was blind in that eye just like I was.
I took a deep breath and carefully tried to open the door, but the handle only jiggled a little, it was locked. That slight movement of the door triggered the rat, as it quickly whipped its head towards the door. My eye met its eyes, as it still had its right eye along with a giant cluster of eyes above and below it.
“Shit,” I mumbled as it let out a loud screech and proceeded to charge towards the door. I felt Jacob quickly grab me and shove me away just as the giant rat busted down the door on top of him. I landed on the floor on my ass and watched as Jacob struggled to keep the rat from bringing its full weight on top of him and squishing him into a puddle.
“Hey, shithead!” I screamed at the rat getting its attention. I aimed my pepper spray at it and pressed down, spraying it in its giant cluster of eyes. It let out a pained shriek and fell over as it tried in vain to get the stinging chemical spray out of its eyes. I quickly dropped the empty can and winced as the stinging began to form in my good eye. One good thing about having a magic glass eyeball is that it isn’t affected by pepper spray, so I at least had one advantage over the rat.
At least I thought I did, as a deep rumbling noise came from deep inside the rat, I took a step back as I held my knife out in front of me as if it was some kind of sword or spear. I watched in disgust as a new cluster of eyes spawned from the empty eye socket, and before I could process that, the rat pounced on me and pinned me to the floor. I thrashed and kicked trying to get it off of me, and even began stabbing it in the neck. It screamed and began rumbling again as long slender tentacles began to spawn from its back and began thrashing around like whips.
“Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding!” I screamed as I began stabbing it in the face and the eyes, any spot that could get it off of me, doing my best to avoid its mouth which was constantly snapping and gnashing at me. One of my stabs ended up landing underneath the rat’s snout and I was too careless. The knife became stuck inside him and I tried to use my left hand to give me more leverage to pull it out. In doing so I got too close to its mouth and it clamped down on my hand.
I screamed my fucking lungs out, and on instinct yanked my hands out of its mouth. And watched as my pinky, ring finger, and half of my middle finger remained in the rat's mouth. I let go of the knife and clutched my bloody hand with my other. The rat eagerly chewed on my fingers and was about to come back for more when Jacob slammed a metal desk chair against its head. It stumbled and looked over at him, just in time for Jacob to bring it down on the rat's head. It screeched and quickly began scurrying away. Instead of chasing after it, Jacob quickly dropped to his knees and began taking care of me.
“W-we gotta get outta here, before it comes back,” I whimpered, staring as a fountain of blood came pouring out of my damaged hand. Jacob quickly ripped off his sleeve and made a tourniquet and a bandage for me out of it. I couldn’t really stain it since it was the same color as my blood. Jacob quickly picked me up bridal style and ran towards the stairwell entrance just as I heard the rat coming back for another attack.
We entered the stairwell and Jacob quickly rushed us upstairs just as the rat crashed through the door. We made it upstairs and found ourselves in the science wing of the school. Jacob quickly ducked us into a classroom that happened to be open and quickly closed and locked the door, pushing a chair up against the door as well. We both ducked down as we heard the rat running past us on a wild goose chase to find us.
I whimpered and winced at the pain stinging from my hand. It was then that a terrifying thought entered my mind. I wouldn’t be able to pick locks with a hand like this. At least until I could get used to only having two and a half fingers. Would Creole get bored of me if I couldn’t pick locks anymore? I looked around the classroom and suddenly was struck with a familiar feeling. Like I’d been here before. I looked over toward the teacher’s desk and was flushed with memories of the only science class I’d ever enjoyed and passed with a grade higher than a C. Mr. Picot’s chemistry class.
“Jacob, I have an idea.” I winced as I stood up and quickly whispered to my smiling savior. He quickly came over and got on his knees as I wobbly sat up on mine. “In that cabinet,” I pointed towards a big metal cabinet. “Mr. Picot keeps some dry ice in a thermal cooler. We can make dry ice bombs to fight that thing.” I told him, Jacob quickly nodded as he agreed to my plan. He helped me stand up on my feet and the two of us walked over to the cabinet. I dug into my pocket and pulled out the tools.
Jacob helped me as he held the left hook pick steady for me as I used my good hand to fiddle around. I was lucky that Mr. Picot used a pretty cheap lock for the cabinet. After only two failed attempts we got the locker opened. Jacob quickly opened the cooler and pulled out the small block of dry ice from its container. I went under Mr. Picot’s desk and quickly grabbed a couple of mini water bottles that he always had on hand in case someone needed some water during a test.
Jacob carefully drained each bottle so only a little bit of water was left and cut the dry ice into little chunks, wrapping them up in a paper towel and adding them to the water bottle. I was impressed at how skillfully he was doing this. I’d always imagined Jacob as the typical school-hating wanna-be gangster. But here he was proving that he knew what he was doing. The water would stop an immediate release of the CO2 into the bottle and give us time to chuck it at the rat.
Our best bet was going to be getting it to swallow one, so with our arsenal of six bombs made and carefully being carried by Jacob in a lost and found backpack we’d found in the classroom, we exited the classroom and started making as much noise as possible. Banging our hands against the lockers and me screaming as loudly as I could. Soon enough we heard the loud scurrying running towards us again.
It had changed again, with its mouth having split open like a flower full of teeth and bleeding gums. If I didn’t walk away from this completely traumatized of rats I was going to be very surprised. Jacob reached into the back and pulled out a bomb, giving it a good shake before tossing it. Unfortunately for us, it blew up midair and sent a loud bang throughout the school. That didn’t seem to bother the rat as it kept charging towards us. I quickly took a bottle from Jacob and started rushing towards the rat.
It tackled me to the ground and screamed at me with its giant gaping mouth. I shook the bottle as well as I could and stuffed it into its mouth, acting quicker on this occasion to pull my hand back out. It swallowed the bomb and I winced in anticipation. As if on cue the bomb exploded in the rat’s throat and nearly decapitated it. It staggered over me for a few moments, as if trying to figure out why it had lost function of its whole body before it tumbled to the floor and let out a long death gurgle.
“Thank god,” I sighed as I crawled out from under it. Jacob was carefully opening the bottles to relieve their pressure. It turned out we only needed one after all. I walked over to him and shoved my face into his chest, letting a wave of emotions come over me as I began to cry uncontrollably into him. Everything bubbled to the surface at once, my fear of rats, my situation, my hopelessness, everything all came to the surface at once. I stood there crying into Jacob’s chest for a good five minutes before I finally got some bit of composure back.
The two of us made our way back down to the first floor and toward the main entrance. As we were about to leave I looked back to see Jacob staring at his old picture again. I wondered what he could be thinking about, but I figured it was better not to dwell on that, so I simply opened the door and stepped back into Creole’s shop.
“Mace! Goodness girl, what happened to ya?” Creole asked in shock which I couldn’t tell if it was genuine or fake. He walked over to me and quickly grabbed my hand, removing Jacob’s makeshift bandage to get a good look at it. “Oh dear me, quite the nasty bite it gave you, huh?” He asked me, that stupid smile replaced with a look of concern on his face.
“Can you fix me, sir?” I asked him as he looked at the hand and reached into his pocket. He wordlessly doused my hand in some potion and I half expected my lost fingers to start blooming like some flower or something. But instead, the bleeding ceased completely.
“There we are. That should deal with any infection as well, can’t have my new toy breaking so soon after I bought it,” he said with that stupid smile returning to his face. I stared back at him and felt my anger boiling over. I was his toy. No better than a frisbee he could throw around. And easily replaceable if he broke me too badly.
“What about my fingers?” I asked him, wanting to know if he could do anything with them. He stared at them for a moment before letting go of my hand and shrugging.
“If I had them I could sew them back on. Unfortunately, we don’t have them do we?” he said with a smile that quickly grew sinister as I was sure some other horrible idea had crossed his mind. “I could always chop it off and give you a new hand,” he said with a sinister snicker. I quickly held onto my hand and backed away from him.
“No thank you. I’ll manage with this.” I told him as I turned to leave, surprised to see that Jacob had replaced his damaged uniform in the time I had been talking to Creole.
“Oh, Mace my darling? You still can pick locks, can’t you? I would hate for your injuries to end that hobby for you,” Creole asked me as I kept my back to him. I looked down at my hand and bent my remaining fingers. It was doable, it would just take me a long time to get used to.
“Yes, sir,” I told him, opening the front door and listening to the sad bell jingle its tone as I left the shop. I was sure that he was just looking for any reason to break me further and get rid of me. Or he would finally get bored of me and get rid of me that way.
Either way, I was resolved with one simple goal. Free myself from King Creole by any means necessary.
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2024.06.07 15:33 Jack52493 My (31M) ex (28M) decided to take a break from the relationship so we can “work on ourselves” but then blocks me. Last year we broke up because he cheated and left for someone else. He blocked, unblocked me and then blocked me again on IG

Hey guys this is my first time posting anything on Reddit but I’ve decided to go ahead and share because I need some support and it’s been comforting just reading everyone’s posts about their own experiences.
My ex and I broke up this past April. He was the dumper and it happened in the moment I needed someone the most and it felt essentially a repeat of when we broke up last year.
Our history is a bit of a long story I really don’t want to get into so I’ll try to sum it up. We were together for 4 years and in 2021 we moved in together. (Gay relationship between 2 males btw). I didn’t heal from baggage I came with (neither did he) and unfortunately we hurt one another along the way but we both decided to stay and work through things. I found out last May (the day I decorated the venue for his family for their cousins sweet 16) that he was cheating on me with someone and it’s been going on for months. Long story short it ended up being a nasty breakup. When I found out I reached out to the guy he was involved with and let him know what was going on and that my ex has been in a relationship with me and living with me while seeing him and the guy screenshot everything and sent it to my ex. Not even 2 minutes later my ex calls me livid, cursing me out with me on speaker on front of his sister. He tells me to not go to the sweet 16 I decorated for his family (using my flower wall, lights, canopy tent, everything) and my ex was so angry he came with his sister the day after the sweet 16 packed his clothes and left. (We just renewed our lease that month I had a pregnant cat it was a mess) and he blocked me on IG and him and the guy remained following each other and seeing each other the entire summer.
I cried for weeks. He made his family block and unfollow me, his mother couldnt even look or speak to me when I went to get my car from their house it looked like I betrayed him. He told me he was embarrassed in a way he will never forget etc. He texted me that he was going to only pay for 2 months of rent and then that’s it. As June approached I packed everything and the little stuff he left in the apartment (drawers filled with clothes, his mirror, couch, sneakers etc) and I moved out and left his things neatly packed in the middle of the living room. I painted the apartment back to white with tears in my eyes and the entire time he was out partying and posting it online and his friends and everyone were posting him. I was devastated.
When he found out I moved he cursed me out and demanded I send him the rent for June and then said I ruined his life. After I sent him the money (like an idiot) I blocked him and his entire family and was in no contact for about 5 months. He Completely gas lit me. 2 days later I found out he rented an airbnb upstate with the guy he cheated on me with and they spent the entire weekend alone in a cabin having sex. I was devastated. Cried the entire summer. He trashed talked me on TikTok, on IG and on threads and the entire time I was silent. I was afraid to fall asleep because the dreams would haunt me.
2 months later his mother emails me to my work email asking for a time me and him can meet so he can get a sweater and a broken photography light from my storage. This is a grown 6’2, 28 year old man who is bald and weighs 230lbs who wasn’t man enough to email me or confront his problem, he had mommy email me to my work email.
Fast forward to September he comes back and texts me for closure then hits me with a corny messaging saying “he’ll be at a museum at 6pm at the Egypt exhibit waiting for me because he needs to know what is and isn’t for him. If I don’t show up he will understand etc.”
We eventually met somewhere in October and spoke and decided to try again. As time progressed it was clear he didn’t do any of the work he was just distracting himself from reality and I did so much work on myself, I went to therapy and really dug deep within myself to heal past and current traumas.
January of this year I lost my job and he assured me if for whatever reason I don’t land a job in 2-3 months he will help support me. January turned to April I didn’t land a job (at this point I’m now living on my own and he is still with mommy and daddy) and me being unemployed at that point for 4 months was hard on me I got sad and depressed at times I couldn’t do much but stay locked in the house. I applied to so many jobs and it was a funky time for me. He would hang with his friends every weekend and invite me but I wasn’t comfortable because of how we turned everyone against me last year and it was just something I was still recovering from. So was intentional on building my own community and tapping into my own friends because the entire relationship I was with him and his family and friends all the time and never with mine. I moved from NYC to Jersey and I was essentially on his turf and as he saw the dynamic of our relationship was now different because of how it ended I was no longer comfortable around his people I don’t think he liked that.
April he hits me with “he doesn’t think I need a bf right now what I need is family and friends, let’s take a break and come back to this without the pressures of healing and etc. that he believes so much in the relationship which is why he is doing this.” At this point I had no money for rent, he was going to help me with Mays rent, he knew this, the night before I was going to meet my friend Nicole (who I met at a bar and she so happened to be a therapist) to speak to her about some of my worries and fears that this time I’m back in Jersey, no job, living on my own and things are rocky again with my ex. He didn’t like that and told me I was acting frantic for meeting with a friend and threw in my face “maybe she can help me with next months rent.”
Overall we had an amicable breakup he just said that he had a lot going on, didn’t want to stretch himself thin or compromise himself while trying to help me. He said “this will not be like last year, let’s stay in constant communication and come back stronger.” After that we went from texting and talking everyday to him now responding to me once a day and his responses to me were just very… different. It felt like breadcrumbing so I respectfully told him after he mentioned “it doesn’t seem like you want to speak now” I told him “ I don’t really wish to speak atm I’m just focusing on studying rn, on myself, and making sure I remain good without any added confusions or distractions. My priority rn is what’s best for me.” He told me “that contradicts everything we spoke of”
I was in protective mode at this point because this felt too similar to last year. I’m about to lose another apartment, he broke up with me, he’s backing off knowing my situation and he doesn’t want to get involved and he even told me “I don’t want to be affected by anything you have going on”
So the best thing I could do was go no contact but without blocking, or doing anything to alter or change the future we said we would come back to. I kept him on social media I didn’t check up on him, I didn’t block him I just let him know that I I didn’t want to speak in the moment and had to focus on me and make sure I was good. We didn’t end on bad terms. 2 and a half weeks later of no contact he blocks me on Instagram. A week and a half after that he unblocks me. I took a trip to Mexico for my birthday, he didn’t wish me a happy birthday and blocked me again on IG. I’m saddened and disappointed because we didn’t end on bad terms and it’s triggering and scary to me because I can’t unsee now everything he is capable of, it feels mean and vindictive like how we was last year and he’s doing everything wrong and not according to what the breakup agreement was. This time around I’m stronger but very triggered and disappointed that he’s showing me just how unhealed and very vindictive he can be. Simply because I decided to be transparent and chose me as he ultimately chose himself again so I can get through this better to revisit the relationship. Any thoughts? Sorry this was a lot. I wish I could provide screenshots but my screenshots were posted on the “ExNoContact” community and “HeartBreak”’community
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2024.06.07 03:47 Raxtent Why Glass Dome Houses Become The Best Glamping Hotel in Wadi Rum Desert In Jordan?

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Movies filmed in Wadi Rum in Jordan
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The aluminum framework for glass dome tent in RAX TENT factory
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2024.06.07 01:11 cgstories Yellow Nightmare

At one point in my life, I nearly lost my sanity. The madness started off as a nightmare, then it leaked into my days.
At first, it was quiet and slow, like the daddy long-leg spider spinning its web in the corner of the ceiling. Then, with a few seconds between each one, water droplets dripped from the faucet into the sink. Each drop rang the same flat, dead note, echoing throughout the apartment. The wallpaper had turned increasingly yellow with every drop, but not a vibrant yellow. Rather, it was sickly and jaundiced, like a dying canary with its feathers falling off.
There was a tear as well. A loose sliver of wallpaper flapped back and forth as the wind blew in through an opened window. It reminded me of the way fatty, loose, and wrinkled skin jiggles within an old woman's armpit. The flap of wallpaper hid something, resembling a head. It lacked eyes, mouth, or nose—just the veiled impression of a head. But before I could get a good look, I was torn from the mystery by the screech of my alarm clock.
I went into the kitchen to find that yesterday’s delivery of bread had gone bad. The nightmare had eaten it from the inside out, leaving nothing but black crumbs for me to scrounge from the floor. When I opened the fridge door, an odor assaulted my nostrils. All the beverages had gone sour, the eggs were cracked, and the greens had browned and withered. With a sigh of defeat, I closed the fridge door. I would have to buy new groceries. But that would mean leaving this apartment, going outside.
Outside.
Out into the world, with all its chaos.
That was where the nightmare wanted me to go. But I wasn't ready, not yet. I couldn't just walk out my front door. It wasn't that easy. Going outside required preparation, and even thinking about the process of getting ready made my head throb. My chest started to ache, as if all the air had been squeezed out of my lungs. I sat in the kitchen, motionless, only listening to the noise of eight spindly legs as they incessantly worked toward some unknown goal.
The spider had spun its web across the ceiling, and the light danced upon it, its long, pale fingers plucking the strings. In an odd way, I couldn't help but marvel at its beauty as it shimmered. It resonated with the muted buzz of trapped insects, mummified victims awaiting their demise in Saran wrap. I could feel their suffocation as the air was squeezed from their lungs. Their frantic movements came to an abrupt halt as the spider reeled them closer.
A silent panic enveloped the walls, and its deathly yellow tinge cast a darker hue than congealed mustard over everything around it.
Like the fading bathroom light, which glowed in a murky gold that shimmered weakly now and then, my reflection in the mirror appeared as a featureless black shape. Cold drops traced over my closed eyelids, the bridge of my nose, my lips, my chin, and cheeks. One of my molars was loose in my mouth, and I lazily flicked it with the tip of my tongue while the rest remained firm and pearly white. There was no pain, only the dread of unlocking the front door, weighing heavily on my stomach.
How did it all start? How did it come to this? There was a time in my life when I didn't feel this unending sickness, this terrible sense of foreboding. There was a time when nightmares confined themselves to my sleep, and sometimes I didn't dream at all. In those innocent days, I had a job, a dull, dead-end office job with my own cubicle. It was a white, square space, and I was just one of a hundred dull, white-collared office drones in identical cubicles. Faceless, uniformed, synchronized. That's what I remembered from the old days.
I sat there, looking at papers stacked in rows that reached such towering heights they seemed to stretch into infinity. Just gazing up at them would strain my neck, their sheer magnitude bearing an intimidating resemblance to the frieze of Roman columns. It brought to mind arched ceilings adorned with intricately carved animal faces and mythical gods entwined in vines. It served as a reminder of just how small and insignificant one could feel, like an ant that could easily be squished beneath the toe of one of those carved deities.
Yet, in my cubicle, there was no beautiful artwork to behold. Instead, my gaze was met with an endless, nauseating expanse of blinding, bright whiteness. The fluorescent lights overhead forced my irises to shrink to the size of a grain. The towering stack of paperwork loomed over me, trembling with every touch, as if threatening to crumble into a million pieces. As the electric fan above blew in my direction, one lone piece of paper teetered on the edge, inching its way over and descending like a delicate feather, finally landing right in front of me.
The page before me remained blank, serving as a mere surface for my coffee mug. Suddenly, I found myself unable to lift the pen, unable to write. All I could manage was to shift uncomfortably in my chair as my left leg trembled uncontrollably. The fluorescent lights above grew increasingly brighter, their heat intensifying as if licking at the back of my neck.
I felt overwhelmed in the vast expanse of cubicles, lost amidst the faceless crowd where everyone consumed the same sandwich and salad, where our dreams blended together into a monotonous haze. In this world, each one of us bore monosyllabic names and identical haircuts.
In an abrupt act, I dropped the pen and abandoned my desk. In the blink of an eye, I found myself outside, perched on the ledge of the 49th floor of the building. The wind jeered at me with a malicious force, while the city and its inhabitants below appeared smaller than ants. Leaning against the building, most people would tremble at such dizzying heights. However, I calmly observed the birds soaring by, vanishing into the clouds as they drifted across the vast expanse of the blue sky, akin to white caps crashing against rugged rocks on a distant shore. I stood at the precipice, poised to leap into the vast unknown, longing to finally awaken from this torment.
Yet, I did not.
Instead, I found myself returning to my desk once more. My coffee mug, bearing a small crack at the bottom, bled onto the blank page, leaving behind a peculiar mark. It almost resembled the shape of a head, faceless and haunting, with invisible eyes that seemed to follow me relentlessly. Though I crumpled up that sheet of paper and discarded it, its presence lingered. As I sat at the desk, absentmindedly rolling the pen between my fingers, its shadow loomed over me, breathing down my neck, prickling my skin and hair like nettles.
The paperwork continued to mount, growing higher and higher, causing the Roman columns to tremble and sway unsteadily. Under its weight, the desk's joints creaked and shuddered. My shoulders ached, worn down by the relentless gaze of the faceless presence. The once-bright light above me became blinding, making the ink from my pen seemingly vanish from the white page.
As the pen slipped from my trembling hand and fell to the floor, the colonnade collapsed, its destruction drowned out by a cacophony of shuffling papers, ringing phones, and the mocking chatter of the wall clock ticking away. I ran down the hallway, propelled by a surge of desperation, bolted through the emergency door, and descended 49 flights of stairs with reckless abandon.
For eight months, I could not bring myself to return to that suffocating cubicle. I imagined it sitting there, empty and abandoned, with only traces of my work lingering stubbornly, like weathered remnants of ancient Rome's walls and columns. I remained stagnant, caught between the past and the future, unable to move backward or forward. Instead, I remained anchored to this apartment, gripped by an inexplicable fear that constricted my lungs and relentlessly throbbed in my heart.
In this little studio, I believed I was safe, if only for a fleeting moment. But now, I could no longer divert my gaze as the nightmare crept out from within the walls, causing the lights to flicker and devouring my food from the inside out.
But still, I couldn't bring myself to step outside, not today. The sky appeared too yellow, too sickly. Perhaps tomorrow would offer a better opportunity. The outside air seemed tainted, unfit to breathe on this particular day. There was something amiss, something poisonous lingering in the atmosphere. Its taste lingered in my mouth, reminiscent of chewing on cotton balls soaked in stale mustard. No amount of milk or vodka could wash it away. It clung to my tongue, playfully flicking against a dangling nerve of one of my teeth.
I vigorously brushed my tongue with a toothbrush, scrubbing until its pristine white coat turned crimson. I winced as I rinsed it with hot water, hoping to alleviate the sensation. Yet, the taste persisted, stubbornly clinging to the tip of my tongue.
Like a horrible itch.
Burning.
Stinging.
Pinching pain.
A glorious red ring with a yellow gem.
I tried to pinch it between my thumb and forefinger, and tears welled up in my eyes. The stinging pain radiated from the tip of my tongue, spreading through my entire being. Yet, it remained, gleaming at me like an ugly sun smirking behind a shroud of smog. The wind persistently blew through the flap in the wallpaper, seeping in through the window. I could sense the presence lurking behind it, fixating its gaze upon me.
As I locked eyes with it, I stood frozen in place. My mouth hung open as the impossible unfolded before me.
It formed a smile without lips and let out a laugh. The sound was flat and dissonant, akin to the incessant drip of water from that wretched loose faucet, slithering down the sink's throat. That same corroded throat into which I had gagged and expelled blood and bile from my stomach. I felt as though all the blood had drained from my face. With trepidation, I raised my eyes to the dirty mirror above the sink. Reflecting back at me was nothing but a husk, a ghost of my former self.
But upon closer inspection, I noticed a change. It crept along at a sluggish, excruciating pace. It began with the whites of my eyes, now tinged with yellow. Yellow. And my pupils were as pitch-black and vacant as a sinkhole. My teeth, too, were misaligned and yellow-ish brown. I had neglected to brush them for weeks, perhaps months, to the point where a layer of plaque had encrusted their surface and wedged between them.
The tooth at the back could no longer find its place. I tapped it once more with the tip of my tongue, feeling its jagged edge scrape against the tender yellow sore. And then it dislodged, bouncing around in my mouth. In sheer disgust, I spat it out. The blood marked a trail to the sinkhole, dangerously close to its edge. I ran my tongue over the remaining teeth, sensing them shift in their positions. Soon, one after another, they cracked and fell, and the little red dots swirled and twirled along with them in the sink. Only a few teeth stubbornly clung to the front, refusing to let go.
You look so ugly. I remembered those words. A colleague had once said them to me during lunch.
"And you look like smeared shit," I shot back. We sat in the corner of the cafeteria, hunched over our sandwiches and coffee. That lipless, smiling joker told me to calm down, claiming they didn't mean it. Oh, how the others laughed. I couldn't bring myself to look any of them in the face.
Weren't we supposed to be friends? Friends who winked and smiled as they plunged knives into your gut, watching your insides spill onto the floor. Friends who pretended to sympathize as they picked up your organs, attempting to put them back, telling you it was just a joke. All wounds heal, they said. But this scar remained hidden beneath my clothes. I was the punchline of the jokes friends liked to share.
When lunch ended, everyone returned to their cubicles. Everyone except me. I sneaked away for a quick trip to the restroom. It was then that I began to feel the tooth move. I flicked it with my tongue.
Flick. Flick.
As all of this came to me, I couldn't even stand to look my reflection in the eye. At least, not without feeling the urge to destroy it, shattering every remaining shard of glass into the sink. The thing behind the wallpaper smiled wider, revealing a row of straight white teeth held together by browning gums. Its deep chuckle resonated throughout the apartment, grating against my skin and pinching my nerves. With every ounce of my dwindling strength, I clenched my fists.
Don't laugh at me.
Don't.
Laugh.
I pushed away the dangling piece of wallpaper and came face to face with it. Straight white teeth. Wide white eyes. Look how it mocked me. Sneered at me. What did it want from me? Why had it intruded into my world?
"Go back! Look at everything you've taken from me. Please, just let me have this day!" I pleaded.
It said nothing in response. Its smile only widened, stretching across the wall and tearing new lines through the wallpaper. The wood snapped and cracked. The nails and joints creaked from within. The wall heaved in and out like someone dying from laughter, gasping for air in desperate suffocation.
Stop laughing.
I took hold of the fluttering piece and traveled along the wall, crushing it in my clenched fist. It felt strange in my hand, warm and soft, almost like dry human skin. The thing's smile now appeared strained, as if it were attempting to endure some hidden anguish. Despite its pride, it couldn't let me hear its soft squeaks of pain. But the more I ripped away, the deeper I dug my fingers into its soft tissue, the tighter it clenched its teeth. With each tightening grip, it began to bleed, its blood seeping under my fingernails. Tears welled up in its eyes.
Nowhere inside me was there an ounce of pity for it. I felt nothing. Seething contempt was all that remained within me. I tore away at every inch of its skin, dismantling it from one end to the other until there was nothing left but its fragile bones. Its discarded skin littered the floor, staining the carpet with its blood. Cockroaches scurried in and out of its empty sockets, while termites nibbled at the wood in its final dying breaths. Just as I began to turn away, I noticed something at the center. Stuck between its ribs was a dead canary. The bird's color had faded to gray, its lifeless body consumed from the inside out, its remaining insides shriveled to crumbs.
I cooled myself down with a handful of freezing water from the faucet. When I opened my eyes, I no longer saw the featureless black shape staring back at me. My teeth were intact. The bubble on my tongue had burst, oozing its yellow pus. Its taste was sour, like mustard churning in expired milk.
The faucet continued to leak.
I realized I had forgotten to properly wash my hands. My fingernails were caked with blood and grime. I reasoned that I could do it later, perhaps before I went grocery shopping. You see, I could do everything later.
But right now, all I wanted was sleep.
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2024.06.06 21:37 No_Birthday_8602 [The Endless adventure/Chapter 2]

When the universe began 0 was the only one 0 is not good or evil,Then 1 appeared 1 is only good,Then 2 appeared 2 is good and evil,0 and 2 fell in love,2 gave birth to Afiniti,Afiniti was good and evil and not good and evil.Afiniti hated the world and wanted to destroy it and left Eternity the god world and became a beast known as Typhus,Typhus hibernates during the spring and summer and lives in a hole filled with dried melted gold in the volcano known as Kovid mountain.After stealing the white heart he headed to Spruceville because being a god he picked up 0s message that the chosen one is in Spruceville and planned to destroy the entire town.Typhus appeared in the sky next to the Rock,Chaos transformed into a flying eye with triangles swirling around it.Chaos trapped Freeze in a bubble that chained her wrists and ankles to the bubble to be safe and pushed her off the Rock, Freeze Princess fell into the Deathly Forest.Then Rock fell from the sky in front of the Freeze Princess who had just been freed from the bubble,Rock was being frozen but before Rock fully froze it told Freeze Princess “Atlas isn't the chosen one,Your father didn't die he left your mother and remarried then his wife gave birth to your half sister,You must go to Little wizards daycare and find her she is a white 4 year old girl and will be the most famous wizard of all time”Rock froze up into a statue.Princess Freeze walked along the path when suddenly tree branch grabbed her arm and a bush brand grabbed her foot, She ran down the forest path when squirrels with red eyes grabbed her legs and started biting the suit,She shook them off and started running faster and owls started chasing her.Then as she ran through she saw a black house with a yellow light and ran inside, When she walked in she saw a white elderly woman wearing a blanket fabric dress with grey hair.The Freeze Princess tapped on the rusty dented bell several times,The lady who was sitting in a rocking chair in front of an old heavily scratched and cut desk with a caged lamp on it woke up“Welcome to the hotel for lost travellers in the Deathly Forest. This hotel is completely free, your room is whatever you like, we don't get many people here”.Princess Freeze walked up the stairs after taking three steps. The third step broke,After that she hurried up the stairs into the first bedroom and closed the door.The room had a fireplace,An iron bed,A couch,Freeze Princess had never felt warm fire before so she took off the suit,At first she was too scared to light the fire and was worried about all the bad things that would happen if she did light the fire,Then after much hesitation she took a match and lit the wood,At first she felt a strange tingle like the heat was battling the cold she could feel the warmth warming her heart,She pulled up a couch and sat staring at the waving orange flames and after 30 minutes she climbed into bed.Hours later a tree started tapping on the window,Then started banging,Then the window cracked,Then broke,The tree hands grabbed Freeze Princess,Freeze Princess screamed “Help” “Help”The lady grabbed her sword and ran upstairs,With her sword the Lady chopped the trees arms off,Freeze Princess fell to the floor then got up,The lady looked at princess freeze the Lady said: “Why do you sleep in your clothes?” Freeze said: “This is the only thing i've ever worn” The Lady said:“come with me”.Freeze followed her downstairs,Lady went into a closet and took out,A white nightgown,A red dress,Blue jeans,A black leather jacket,Yellow shorts,A sun hat,A sweater,A sword,30 Rooples,After getting the objects Freeze turned back,The Lady said: “Wait” what is your name, “My name is Freeze” “Well that isn't really a name, What about a new one, What about Amber do you like that?”Then Amber walked up to her room, Put on her nightgown then got into bed.Next morning Amber walked downstairs and asked if there was a shower,The Lady said there is a hot spring out back.Amber opened the door and walked into the dew filled misty cool morning,She walked over to the sparkling spring in the back of the building, And stepped into the bath,Then she turned on the bubble tap put her head back and looked at the sunlight glistening through the trees and breathed the pine air.Amber got out after 10 minutes and put on her jeans and leather jacket,The Lady gave her a bag to store all her things.Amber left walking down the road of sticks and leaves.The forest is nocturnal during the day so the Deathly Forest is safe now.As Amber was walking down the trail a unicorn with rainbow hair appeared,Amber got on the unicorn and and ran through the the beautiful Deathly Forest.Amber rode to a hair salon,Amber went up to the desk of the neat well kept hair place and asked for a haircut,Barb a black barber woman cut of the long parts of hair down her head and dyed the front of the hair blue.When Amber walked out she was a new woman,No longer a princess.After that Amber got on the unicorn and rode off, The unicorn let out a beautiful neigh, A neigh that sounds like beautiful singing,The unicorns hair sparkled like glitter against the sunlight.Upon reaching the end of the Deathly Forest Amber saw a restaurant,Amber pulled over at the restaurant,Tied her unicorn up to a post and walked through the saloon style doors,Amber walked to the counter sat down on a bench and ordered two fried slizzles and a coffee.While that was happening Typhus flew into town blasting fire at the entrance,Which caused the town to go on high alert,The guards in towers started ringing lthe gongs and the entire army ran out but as they stared into the snakes eyes they all turned to stone,Then Typhus turned his fingers into snakes and ripped out the buildings beside him with both hands,Then used the buildings to destroy other structures.1 year ago 4 month old Emelia's mother pushed the stroller onto the Little wizards daycare train,She strapped Emelia into her booster seat,Then the train took off from the station and magically drove under the ground.The children were served as many floating rice puffs and dissolving chewy drinks as they could eat,Eventually they flew out of the dirt and stopped at the daycare.The boosters then flew into the daycare entrance,They were then fitted for uniforms and served a puree feast for dinner after they finished eating they were put to bed in their cribs for the night.In morning they were given their plastic beginner wands with a glowing light on the tip.At the daycare they play with rattles with floating magic dust inside and dolls that are alive and can realistically interact with them,And are told stories about wizards like them.Atlas was sleeping in his bed of sticks when typhus attacked,All of a sudden a bell tower was thrown at Atlas home, But suddenly invisible armour known as plot armour saved him.After laying some waste on Spruceville Typhus announced that he is going to find the armour of Achilles.Amber finished her breakfast,Amber untied her unicorn and rode down a field of beautiful daisies down to Belle Station.King Korvid was a terrible ruler,He forced all children to go to schools that brainwashed them and forced them to obey the darkness king.Every mistake the children made would lead to abuse,They were only given small amounts of food,And any sickness and injury was left untreated,They slept on the floor without beds in rooms filled with rats and mould and dirt and none of the rooms were heated,They were told they were worthless and would never do anything great and that they would forever be a slave to the Darkness King.Kovid stole money from everyone and never paid them,He lived on Korvid mountain far from Spruceville,King Korvid thought that no one could ever get to him.One day a man brought together a group of 8 Wizards,2 large men in heavy armour,2 Knights on horses,2 Bishops,The King of Hydrogen,The Hydro Queen and 2 hydrogen dragons.So then the adventure started,They moved across the land for days until they arrived.The leader Barren was a tall man with long hair and a muscular body wearing gold and silver chest armour and knee armour and wearing any shoe you want said “King Korvid today my fear echoes and yours dies”,Korvid walked to the deck and blew his battle horn,Korvids army assembled in front of the mountain,One wizard stepped out,A horse stepped close to him,The wizard walked up to the horse,A guard walked up behind the wizard,A guard stepped out from his spot,A heavily armed guard walked up behind the wizard,A soldier walked a few steps from his spot,A wizard walked a few steps,A knight moved through the rows,A wizard walked up to a wizard,The Queen walked forward,The heavily armoured guard walked up to a wizard,The Queen stepped to the front of the army,A wizard walked behind a wizard,A wizard stepped closer to the army,A knight on a horse walked up to the heavily armoured guard,The horse walked to a wizard,The Queen walked close to the rebel group and killed a wizard,A wizard walked up to a knight on a horse,A horse killed a heavily armoured guard,A wizard walked over and killed a soldier,A knight on a horse killed a soldier,A horrified Queen ran back to the back of the army,A wizard killed a soldier,The queen went over a killed a soldier on a horse,A wizard walked over and stood in front of the shivering Queen Hydro,A bishop came and killed a wizard,The Hydrogen King was so scared he killed a bishop,The Queen was scared so she walked back a couple steps,A wizard killed a soldier in front of King Kovid so he killed the wizard,A bishop ran to kill the Queen but the Queen killed her,The King and Queen of Hydrogen were really scared so they hugged each other in fear,The wizard in front of the Queen of Hydro ran to kill the Queen but the Queen killed her,The knight on a horse stood in front of the Queen Hydro,A horse stood next to the Queen Hydro,The Queen Hydro took her husband's sword and killed the horse,The bishop killed the knight on the horse,A bishop killed a bishop,The Queen killed a bishop and Kovid killed the King of Hydrogen,The Hydro Queen hyperventilating in shock trudged over to Barren and yelled where were you in all this, “I was too scared” said Barren, “ You could have saved my husband” said Anna the Hydrogen Queen.In a flurry of anger using the power of the of the sword,She sped to the centre of the battlefield and ran towards Korvid,King Korvid realising the danger his wife was in took Sarah the Darkness Queen,Into the mountain,But as he was being magically elevated he threw his wife into a secret safe hole in the wall,Korvid prepared to face off against Anna.Anna holding the sword of sol swung her sword the same time as Korvid and destroyed Korvids sword with one hit of the shimmering blade,Anna walked closer to Korvid So Korvid fired his wrist arrows several times but Anna swung her sword around dodging all the arrows,Anna pointed the sword of sol in front of Korvid ordering him to surrender.The king was arrested and chained to a mineral,A man walked toward Korvid but before he did anything he announced he had bludgeoned the Queen of Hydro and stolen the sword of sol and forged it into the highest rock in the highland of lighting,Then using his wand started chanting a spell,The mineral lit up glowing brighter and brighter,Then he raised his sword and chopped off Kovids head and the heads of the entire army and pushed them onto the mineral,He stopped chanting which absorbed all the bodies into the mineral,Queen Sally stood at the edge of the castle and jumped off falling to her death,Then the last living wizard asked the man “Who are you” the man said I am Korvids brother,The wizard flashed a light from his wand causing Korvid to completely disappear,Then the wizard realised that the mineral was shaped like a heart then looked up and saw a heart carved into the mountain.
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2024.06.06 20:48 king_of_farmers JoGoat comeback in 263 together with Gojo confirmed

JoGoat comeback in 263 together with Gojo confirmed
Jogo's heart shattered into pieces after witnessing her cold mafia husband Sukuna kissing his secretary. The lunch box in her hand drop on the floor with a loud thud... They both look at Jogo's direction and Jogo wiped her tears and run away from there running down the hallways to the streets bare foot. Sukuna run after her calling her name jogo it's not what u think it is.
But she didn't listen to his words and when they reach home and she was about to slammed the door on his face he pushed the forcefully... And then force was too much for our 10kg Jogo, she flyed across the room.
*Leave me I don't want to be with u... She cried.
He rushed towards her and pinned her against the wall.
"Princess look at me."He growled in her ear and she flinched and stopped crying... fear palpable in her eyes.
"I didn't kiss him, she fell over me and I didn't had enough power to push her away and I grab her waist to push her away."
*Are you saying the truth" She said sniffling her tears. And he nodded.
"Baby girl look in my eyes, I would never cheat on"
"I'm sorry for doubting in u" she said "Hmm but u made ur daddy angry, its time for punishment.
Get ready baby girl. Jogo shivered and trembled with his unknown behaviour.
That's when her guy friend senpai Gojo appeared out of nowhere then grabbed Jogo's hand while running from her toxic husband sukuna through the cold hearted cruel world with snow flakes falling onto them.
Then they lived happily ever after...
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2024.06.06 19:16 nahimavegan (Selling) Huge List Of 1100+ Movies! Lots Of New And Rare Titles!

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Birds of Prey HD/MA $3.5
Scoob! HD/MA $3.5
Wonder Woman: Bloodlines HD/MA $3.5
New additions
2000s 10-Film Bundle (The Departed 4K, I Am Legend 4K, Pan's Labyrinth 4K, The Hangover 4K, A History of Violence HD, Best in Show HD, A.I. Artificial Intelligence HD, Mystic River HD, Ocean's Eleven HD, Letters from Iwo Jima HD) HD/MA $30
48 Hrs HD/VU $6
65 HD/MA $4.5 or SD/MA $2.5
80 for Brady HD/VU $5
976-Evil HD/MA $5.5
A League of Their Own 4K/MA $5.5 or HD/MA $4
A Monster Calls HD/MA $3
A Most Violent Year HD/VU $4.5
A Quiet Place Pt 2 4K/VU $5.5
A Simple Favor HD/VU $4
About Time HD/MA or IT $3.5
Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter HD/MA $3.5
Addams Family '19 4K/IT $4.5
Afflicted HD/MA $4
Aliens 4K/MA $6.5
Almost Famous 4K/VU $5
American Psycho 4K/VU $5.5
Angels & Demons 4K/MA $6
Anyone But You HD/MA $7
Aquaman & the Lost Kingdom HD/MA $6.5
Armageddon Time HD/MA $4.5
Arrow Complete Series HD/VU $45
As Good as it Gets 4K/MA $6
Atlantis Milo's Return HD/MA $5 or HD/GP $4.5
Avatar The Way of Water HD/MA $4.5 or HD/GP $4
Back to the Future Trilogy HD/MA $10
Bad Boys 4K/MA $5.5
Bad Guys HD/MA $4.5
Bambi HD/MA $4
Banshees of Inisherin HD/GP $3.5
Barbie HD/MA $6
Battle for Terra HD/VU $4.5
Beast HD/MA $4.5
Beguiled HD/IT $3
Beyond Re-Animator HD/VU $4
Big Chill 4K/MA $5.5
Big Eyes HD/VU $4
Billy Lynn’s Long Half Time Walk HD/MA $4
Black Adam 4K/MA $5.5
Black Phone HD/MA $4
Blockers HD/MA $3.5
Blood Father HD/VU $3
Bloodshot HD/MA $4
Blue Bayou HD/MA $4.5
Bob Marley One Love HD/MA $9
Body Double 4K/MA $5.5
Boogeyman HD/MA $5
Book Club Next Chapter HD/MA $5
Book of Life HD/MA $3.5
Broken City HD/MA $3.5
Broken Hearts Gallery HD/VU $4.5
Bros HD/MA $4.5
Bullet Train 4K/MA $5.5 or HD/MA $4
Burrowers HD/VU $4
Call Jane HD/VU $4.5
Cannibal Cabin 4K/VU $5
Charlie's Angels '00 4K/MA $5.5
Cheech & Chong's Up in Smoke HD/VU $3.5
Christmas Classics 4-Film Set (Miracle on 34th Street '94, A Christmas Carol '84, Home Alone, Jingle all the Way) HD/MA $12
Cinderella '15 HD/MA $3.5
Cinderella '50 HD/MA $4.5
Cobweb 4K/VU $7
Cocaine Bear HD/MA $5
Colossal HD/VU or IT $4
Contagion 4K/MA $6.5
Creature from the Black Lagoon '54 HD/MA $3.5 or 4K/IT $4
Creed 3 4K/MA $6.5
Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon 4K/MA $6
The Cornetto Trilogy (Shaun, Fuzz, World's) 4K/MA $15
Counselor HD/MA $4
Da Vinci Code 4K/MA $6
Dagon HD/VU $4
Dark Skies HD/VU $3.5
DCU All Star Superman 4K/MA $6.5
Dear David 4K/VU $6
Dear White People HD/VU $3.5
Den of Thieves HD/IT $3
Devil's Workshop 4K/VU $5.5
Devil's Workshop HD/VU $4.5
Devotion 4K/VU $6 or HD/VU $4.5
Diary of the Dead HD/VU $4
Dig 4K/VU $5.5
District 9 / Elysium Bundle HD/MA $7.5
Dora & the Lost City of Gold HD/VU $3.5 or 4K/IT $4
Dragon Blade HD/VU $3.5
Dr. Strangelove 4K/MA $5
Dragonheart 5-Film Set HD/MA $13
Dreamland HD/VU $4.5
Dream Scenario HD/VU $6.5
Drive HD/MA $4
Dumb Money HD/MA $6
Dune Part 2 HD/MA $8.5
Easy Rider 4K/MA $6
Elemental HD/MA $6
Emperor HD/VU $3.5
Equalizer 3 HD/MA $5.5
Escape Plan HD/VU $2.5
Everything Everywhere All At Once 4K/VU $5
Evil Dead '13 4K/MA $5.5
Evil Dead Rise 4K/MA $6 or HD/MA $4.5
Evil Under The Sun HD/VU $4
Exorcist '73 (2-cuts) 4K/MA $6.5
Exorcist Believer 4K/MA $7 or HD/MA $5.5
Expendables 1-3 Set 4K/MA $10 or HD/VU $7
Expendables 1-4 Set 4K/VU $15 or HD/VU $11
Fall 4K/VU $6 or HD/VU $4.5
Fast & the Furious 10-film Set 4K/MA $30 or HD/MA $22
Fast X HD/MA $5
Feast (Unr) HD/VU $4
Fifth Element 4K/MA $5.5
Fifty Shades 6-Cut Set (Thea & Unr) HD/MA $12
First Purge HD/MA $3.5
Five Nights at Freddy's HD/MA $6
Fool's Paradise HD/VU $5.5
Force of Nature '20 HD/VU $3.5
Forger HD/VU $3
Forrest Gump HD/VU $4
Freeheld HD/VU $4
Friendsgiving HD/VU $4
Fright Night '85 4K/MA $5
Front Runner HD/MA $4
Frozen '10 HD/VU $4
Funny Girl 4K/MA $5.5
Gandhi 4K/MA $5.5
Gateway 4K/VU $5.5
Gattaca 4K/MA $6
Ghostbusters Afterlife HD/MA $4
Ghoulies Go To College HD/VU $3.5
Gladiator 4K/VU $5.5
Glory 4K/MA $6
Godfather 3 Coda HD/VU $4
Good Boys HD/MA $3.5
Good House 4K/VU $5.5
Goodnight Mommy HD/VU $4
Goosebumps 2 HD/MA $3
Gran Turismo 4K/MA $7 or HD/MA $5.5
Grease Trilogy HD/VU or IT $9
Green Knight 4K/VU $5
Green Room HD/VU $4
Groundhog Day 4K/MA $5.5
Guess Who's Coming to Dinner 4K/MA $6
Hail, Caesar! HD/VU or IT $2.5
Hammett HD/VU $4
Halloween Ends HD/MA $4.5
Halloween Kills (Ext) HD/MA $4.5
Harriet 4K/MA $6 or HD/MA $4.5
Haunted Mansion '23 HD/MA $5
Hex 4K/VU $5.5
High Tension HD/VU $4.5
Hellbenders HD/VU $4
Hellraiser: Judgment HD/VU $4
Home Alone 1 & 2 Set HD/MA $6.5
Hook 4K/MA $6
Hot Tub Time Machine 2 HD/VU $3.5 or 4K/IT $4
Hotel Transylvania 2 HD/MA $3.5
How to Train Your Dragon HD/MA $4
How to Train Your Dragon Hidden World HD/MA $3.5
Hunger Games 4-Film Set 4K/VU $15
Hustlers 4K/IT $4.5
Ice Age Continental Drift HD/MA $3
I, Frankenstein HD/VU or IT $3
I Saw the Light HD/MA $4
Ice Age HD/MA $3.5
Identity Thief HD/IT $3.5
If Beale Street Could Talk HD/MA $4
Imaginary HD/VU $8.5
Indiana Jones & the Last Crusade HD/VU $4 or 4K/IT $4.5
Inhabitant HD/VU $4.5
Insidious 4K/MA $5.5
Insidious The Last Key HD/MA $3.5
Insidious Red Door HD/MA $5
Iron Claw HD/VU $6
Jerry Maguire 4K/MA $6
Jesus Revolution HD/VU $4.5
John Wick 4 4K/VU $6.5
John Wick 4-Film Collection HD/VU $13
Journey to Bethlehem HD/MA $5.5
Jumanji '95 4K/MA $6
Jungle Book '67 HD/MA $4
Jurassic World 6-film Set HD/MA $18
Jurassic World Dominion (Thea & Ext) HD/MA $5
Kandahar HD/MA $5.5
Kiss the Girls 4K/VU $6
Knights of the Zodiac HD/MA $5
Kramer vs Kramer 4K/MA $6
Kung Fu Panda 4 HD/MA $9.5
Last Action Hero 4K/MA $5.5
Last Christmas HD/MA $4.5
Last Night in Soho 4K/MA $5.5
Lawless HD/VU $4
Leprechaun 8-Film Set HD/VU $15
Liar Liar HD/MA or IT $4
Licorice Pizza 4K/IT $5
Little Mermaid '23 HD/MA $5
Long Shot HD/VU $4
Lost Boys 4K/MA $6
Love Again SD/MA $2.5
Lucky Number Slevin HD/VU $4.5
M3GAN (Thea & Unr) HD/MA $5
Ma '19 HD/MA $4
Madame Web HD/MA $7.5
Mamma Mia Here We Go Again HD/MA $3
Manchester by the Sea HD/VU $4
Manodrome HD/VU $5
Marsh King's Daughter 4K/VU $5.5
Martyrs HD/VU $4.5
May HD/VU $4
Maze Runner Scorch Trials HD/MA $3.5
Mean Girls '24 HD/VU $8.5
Memories of Murder 4K/MA $6.5
Menu HD/GP $3.5
Meryl Streep 8-Film Set HD/MA $22
MIB International HD/MA $4
Mickey's Christmas Carol HD/MA $4
Midnight Meat Train (Unr) HD/VU $4
Migration HD/MA $6
Miller's Girl 4K/VU $8
Miracle on 34th Street HD/MA $4
Missing HD/MA $5
Mist 4K/VU $6.5
Mitchells vs the Machines HD/MA $4.5
Monster High Electrified HD/MA or IT $2.5
Moonfall 4K/VU $4.5
Moonrise Kingdom HD/MA $4
Mortal Kombat Legends Cage Match HD/MA $5.5
Mr. Holmes HD/VU $3.5
Mulan '98 HD/MA $4 or HD/GP $3.5
My Big Fat Greek Wedding 2 HD/MA $3
My Big Fat Greek Wedding 3 HD/MA $5.5
My Girl 4K/MA $6
National Champions 4K/IT $5
New Mutants HD/MA $4 or HD/GP $3.5
Night at the Museum Secret of the Tomb HD/MA $3
Night Swim HD/MA $7
Night Train to Lisbon HD/VU $4
No Good Deed HD/MA $3
No Hard Feelings HD/MA $5.5
Nope HD/MA $4.5
Notting Hill HD/MA $4
Nun 2 HD/MA $5.5
Ocean's Trilogy 4K/MA $16
Old 4K/MA $6 or HD/MA $4.5
Official Secrets HD/VU $4
Oppenheimer HD/MA $6
Other Side of the Door HD/MA $4
Out Of The Blue HD/VU $4
Overlord 4K/VU or IT $4.5
ParaNorman HD/IT $4
Parental Guidance HD/MA $2.5
Parents HD/VU $4
Parasite HD/MA $4
Paw Patrol Mighty Movie HD/VU $5.5
Pet Sematary Bloodlines HD/VU $5.5
Peter Pan Return to Neverland HD/MA $4.5 or HD/GP $4
Philadelphia 4K/MA $5.5
Pick 1 (Black Christmas '18 4K, Dog's Purpose 4K, Sparks Brothers 4K, Raw, Agnes Bourne, Antz, Being Frank, Loving, Don't Let Go, Kicks, Final Account) HD/MA $4
Pinocchio '40 HD/MA $4
Pitch Perfect 3 4K/MA $5
Pixels HD/MA $3
Plane 4K/VU $5.5
Poor Things HD/MA $7
Pope's Exorcist HD/MA $5
Prey for the Devil 4K/VU $5.5
Priscilla HD/VU $6
Punch-Drunk Love 4K/MA $6.5
Purge 4-Film Set HD/MA $12
Queen & Slim HD/MA $4
Quick & the Dead '95 4K/MA $6
Rambo First Blood HD/VU $4
Rambo First Blood Pt 2 HD/VU $4
Real Genius 4K/MA $5.5
Red Rocket HD/VU $4
Red Sparrow HD/MA $3.5
Renfield HD/MA $5.5
Requin HD/VU $4.5
Resident Evil Welcome to Raccoon City HD/MA $4
Robin Hood '73 HD/MA $4
Rosemary's Baby 4K/VU $6.5
Rhythm Section HD/VU $3.5
Ruby Gilman Teenage Kraken HD/MA $5.5
Rudy (Dir Cut) 4K/MA $6.5
Rudy 4K/MA $6
Run Lola Run 4K/MA $6.5
Saint Maud HD/VU $4
Samurai Jack Complete Series HD/VU $40
Saw 8-film Set (Unr except Jigsaw) HD/VU $20
Secret Life of Walter Mitty HD/MA $3.5
Shaun the Sheep HD/VU $3.5
Shrek 6-Film Set (1-4, Musical, Puss in Boots) HD/MA $19
Skiptrace HD/VU $3.5
Scorpion King 4-Film Set (1, 3, 4, Book of Souls) HD/MA $12
Scream 3 4K/VU $5.5
Scream 5 4K/VU $5.5 or HD/VU $4
Scream 6 4K/VU $7 or HD/VU $5.5
Sharktopus HD/VU $3.5
Shazam 2-film Set HD/MA $8
Shazam Fury of the Gods 4K/MA $6 or HD/MA $4.5
She Said HD/MA $4.5
She's the Man HD/VU $3.5
Sin City HD/VU $4
Silent Night '23 HD/VU $5.5
Silver Linings Playbook HD/VU $3 or HD/GP $2.5
Sixteen Candles HD/MA $3.5 or HD/IT $3.5
Sleepless in Seattle 4K/MA $6
Smile HD/VU $4.5
Social Network 4K/MA $6
Sometimes They Come Back...Again HD/VU $4
Sometimes They Come Back...For More HD/VU $3.5
Sonic the Hedgehog 2 4K/VU $5.5
Spartacus 4K/IT $4
Spider-Man Across the Spider-Verse 4K/MA $7 or HD/MA $5.5
Split HD/MA $3 or 4K/IT $3.5
Spoiler Alert HD/MA $5
Spy (Unr) HD/MA $3
Star Wars A New Hope HD/MA $4
Starship Troopers 4K/MA $6
Step Brothers 4K/MA $6.5
Stillwater HD/MA $4
Studio 666 HD/MA $5
Sum of All Fears 4K/VU $5
Supercell HD/VU $4.5
Super Mario Bros Movie 4K/MA $6.5 or HD/MA $5
Superfly HD/MA $4
Suspiria (2018) HD/VU $4
T2 Trainspotting 4K/MA $6
Talk to Me 4K/VU $6
Talladega Nights 4K/MA $6.5
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Out of the Shadows HD/VU $3.5 or 4K/IT $4
Thanksgiving 4K/MA $7
The Bay HD/VU $4
The Color Purple '23 4K/MA $7.5 or HD/MA $6
The Creator HD/MA $6
The Descent (Unr) HD/VU $4.5
The Last Dragon 4K/MA $5.5
The Marvels HD/MA $6.5
The Natural 4K/MA $6
The Other Guys 4K/MA $6
The Professional (Ext) 4K/MA $6
The Space Between Us HD/MA $4
The Sting HD/MA $3.5
The Super '17 HD/VU $4
Ticket to Paradise HD/MA $4.5
Titanic 4K/VU or IT $5.5 or HD/VU $4
Top Gun Maverick HD/VU $4
Toy Story 3 HD/MA $4
Trading Places 4K/VU $6
Transformers Rise of the Beasts 4K/MA $7 or HD/VU $5.5
Trolls 3-Film Collection HD/MA $12
Trolls Band Together HD/MA $6.5
Umma HD/MA $4.5
Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent 4K/VU $5
Underwater HD/MA $4.5
Unfriended HD/MA $4
Universal Monsters 4-Film Set 4K/MA $17
V for Vendetta 4K/MA $6.5
Vanilla Sky HD/VU $5.5
Varsity Blues 4K/VU $6
Velvet Goldmine HD/VU $4.5
Venture Bros Radiant is the Blood of the Baboon Heart HD/MA $5.5
Violent Night HD/MA $5
Walking Dead Season 9 HD/VU $7
Watchmen Ultimate Cut 4K/MA $7.5
Waxwork 2 HD/VU $3.5
Welcome to Marwen HD/MA $4.5
Welcome to Monster High HD/MA or IT $3
Whiplash 4K/MA $6 or HD/MA $4.5
White House Down HD/MA $3.5
Whitney Houston I Wanna Dance w/ Somebody HD/MA $4
Wicker Man 4K/VU $5.5
Wish HD/MA $7
Witch HD/VU $3.5
Woman King 4K/MA $5 or HD/MA $4
Woman Walks Ahead HD/VU $4
Wonka HD/MA $7
You're Next HD/VU $3.5
X-Men 1-4 Set SD/MA $7.5
X-Men Trilogy (X-Men, X2, Last Stand) HD/MA $11.5
Zombieland Double Tap HD/MA $4
All other movies (A-Z)
10 Cloverfield Lane HD/VU $3 or 4K/IT $3.5
101 Dalmatians '61 HD/MA $3.5 or HD/GP $3
13 Hours HD/VU $2.5 or 4K/IT $3
14 Blades HD/VU $3.5
1917 4K/MA $5 or HD/MA $3.5
2 Guns 4K/MA $4 or HD/MA or IT $2.5
21 Jump Street HD/MA $3
22 Jump Street HD/MA $3.5
3 Extremes HD/VU $4
3 From Hell (Unr) 4K/VU $4 or HD/VU $2.5
3:10 to Yuma 4K/VU $5
31 HD/VU $2.5
47 Meters Down HD/IT $3.5
47 Meters Down Uncaged 4K/VU $4.5 or HD/VU $3
47 Ronin HD/MA $3 or 4K/IT $3.5
600 Miles HD/VU $3.5
71 HD/VU $3.5
A Christmas Story 4K/MA $6
A Dog's Purpose HD/IT $3
A Good Day to Die Hard (Ext) HD/VU $2.5
A Journal For Jordan HD/MA $4
A Quiet Place HD/VU $2.5 or 4K/IT $3
A Walk Among the Tombstones HD/IT $3.5
A Wrinkle in Time HD/MA $3 or HD/GP $2.5
A.C.O.D. HD/IT $3.5
Abominable 4K/MA $5.5 or HD/MA $4
About Last Night HD/MA $3
Ad Astra HD/MA $4
Adaptation 4K/MA $6
Adverse 4K/VU $5
After Earth HD/MA $3
Aftermath HD/VU $3
Air Force One 4K/MA $6
Aladdin ‘19 HD/MA $3 or HD/GP $2.5
Aladdin ‘92 HD/MA $3.5 or HD/GP $3
Alien HD/MA $4
Alien Covenant HD/MA $2.5
Alfred Hitchcock 4-Film Set Vol 1 4K/MA $18
Alfred Hitchcock 5-Film Set Vol 2 4K/MA $21
Alien 6-film Set HD/MA $16
Alita Battle Angel 4K/MA $5 or HD/MA $3.5
All Eyez on Me HD/VU or IT $3
All is Lost HD/VU $3.5
All the Money in the World HD/MA $3.5
Allied HD/VU or IT $3.5
Amazing Spider-Man 2 HD/MA $3.5 or SD/MA $1.5
Amazing Spider-Man HD/MA $3.5 or SD/MA $1.5
American Assassin 4K/VU $4.5 or HD/VU $3
American Hustle HD/MA $3.5
American Ultra HD/VU or IT $4
American Underdog 4K/VU $5.5 or HD/VU $4
Anatomy of a Murder 4K/MA $5
Anchorman 2 HD/VU or IT $2.5
Angel Has Fallen 4K/VU $5 or HD/VU $3.5
Angel Heart 4K/VU $5.5
Angel of Mine 4K/VU $5.5
Angry Birds Movie HD/MA $3.5
Anna Karenina HD/IT $3.5
Annie ‘14 HD/MA $3.5
Annihilation HD/VU $3 or 4K/IT $3.5
Antebellum 4K/VU $5
Antlers HD/GP $3
Ant-Man & the Wasp HD/MA $3.5 or HD/GP $3
Ant-Man HD/MA $4 or HD/GP $3.5
Apache Junction HD/VU $3.5
Apollo 13 4K/MA or IT $5 or HD/MA $3.5
Arctic HD/MA $4
Arrival HD/VU $2.5 or 4K/IT $3
Art of Self-Defense HD/MA $4
Assassination Nation HD/MA $3.5
Assassin's Creed HD/MA $3
Assignment HD/VU $4
Atomic Blonde 4K/IT $4.5 or HD/MA $3
August Osage County HD/VU $3
Avengers Age of Ultron HD/GP $3
Avengers Endgame HD/MA $2.5 or HD/GP $2
Avengers Infinity War 4K/MA $4 or HD/MA $2.5 or HD/GP $2
Baby Driver HD/MA $4
Backdraft 4K/MA or IT $5.5
Bad Grandpa HD/VU or IT $2.5
Bad Words HD/MA or IT $3
Bandslam HD/VU $4
Barb & Star go to Vista Del Mar HD/VU $4
Barbie & Her Sisters in the Great Puppy Adventure HD/IT $3.5
Bart Got a Room HD/VU $4
Battle Royale HD/VU $4.5
Battleship 4K/MA or IT $4.5 or HD/MA $3
Beauty & the Beast ‘17 HD/MA $2.5 or HD/GP $2
Beauty & the Beast ‘91 HD/MA $3.5 or HD/GP $3
Bedknobs & Broomsticks HD/GP $3.5
Before I Fall HD/VU or IT $3.5
Begin Again HD/VU $3.5
Beiruit HD/MA $3.5
Belly 4K/VU $5.5
Ben-Hur ‘16 HD/VU $3.5
Between Worlds HD/VU $3.5
Big Hero 6 4K/MA $5 or HD/MA $3.5 or HD/GP $3
Big Lebowski 4K/MA or IT $5.5
Big Short HD/VU $3.5
Big Wedding HD/VU or IT $3
Billy Elliot HD/MA or IT $4
Birdman HD/MA $4
Black & Blue HD/MA $4
Black Christmas '19 HD/MA $4.5
Black Panther 4K/MA $4.5 or HD/GP $2.5
Black Panther Wakanda Forever HD/MA $3.5 or HD/GP $3
BlackKklansman HD/MA $4.5
Blacklight HD/MA $4
Black Widow HD/GP $3
Blackhat HD/IT $3.5
Blair Witch Project ‘99 HD/VU $4
Bleeding Steel HD/VU $3.5
Blindspotting 4K/VU $5.5 or HD/VU $4
Blood Money ‘17 HD/VU $3.5
Blood Ties HD/VU $3.5
Blue Jasmine HD/MA $3.5
Blue Ruin HD/VU $4
Blues Brothers HD/MA $4 or 4K/IT $4.5
Bob's Burgers Movie HD/GP $3
Body Cam HD/VU $4
Bohemian Rhapsody 4K/MA $5 or HD/MA $3.5
Bombshell 4K/VU $5
Book of Life HD/MA $3.5
Boss Baby HD/MA $2.5
Bourne Identity 4K/IT $5 or HD/MA $3.5
Bourne Legacy HD/VU $2 or 4K/IT $2.5
Bourne Supremacy HD/MA $3.5 or 4K/IT $4
Bourne Ultimatum 4K/MA $5 or HD/MA $3.5
Boy ‘16 HD/IT $3.5
Boy & the World HD/IT $3.5
Braven HD/VU $4
Breakfast Club HD/MA or IT $4
Breakthrough HD/MA $3
Brian Banks HD/MA $3
Bridge of Spies HD/GP $3.5
Brothers Bloom HD/VU $4.5
Bumblebee 4K/VU or IT $5 or HD/VU $3.5
Butler HD/VU $3
Cabin in the Woods HD/VU $2.5 or 4K/IT $3
Cake HD/MA $4
Call of Wild 4K/MA $4.5 or HD/MA $3 or HD/GP $2.5
Calvary HD/MA $4
Candyman '20 4K/MA $6 or HD/MA $4.5
Candyman 3 HD/VU $4
Captain America Civil War HD/GP $2.5
Captain America First Avenger HD/GP $3.5
Captain America Winter Soldier HD/GP $3.5
Captain Marvel 4K/MA $4 or HD/MA $2.5 or HD/GP $2
Captain Phillips HD/MA $3.5
Captain Underpants First Epic Movie HD/MA $2.5
Carol HD/VU $4
Cars 3 HD/GP $2.5
Casablanca 4K/MA $5.5
Case for Christ HD/MA or IT $2.5
Casper HD/IT $4
Celebrating Mickey HD/MA $3.5 or HD/GP $3
Chaos Walking 4K/VU $5
Chappaquiddick HD/VU $4
Chasing Mavericks HD/MA $3.5
Chicago HD/VU $4
Child 44 HD/VU $4
Children ‘08 HD/VU $4
Christopher Robin HD/MA $4 or HD/GP $3.5
Clerks 3 4K/VU $4.5
Clifford the Big Red Dog HD/VU $4
Cloverfield 4K/VU $5.5 or HD/VU $4
Coco HD/GP $2.5
Cold Pursuit 4K/VU $5 or HD/VU $3.5
Collection HD/VU $3.5
Collide ‘17 HD/VU or IT $2.5
Colma The Musical HD/VU $4
Colombiana (Unr) HD/MA $4
Colony 4K/VU $5
Come & Find Me HD/VU $4
Commuter 4K/VU $5 or HD/VU $3.5
Company of Heroes HD/MA $4
Conspirator HD/VU $4
Contraband HD/IT $3
Contractor HD/VU $4.5
Cooler HD/VU $4
Cool Hand Luke 4K/MA $5.5
Cooties HD/VU $4
Cotton Club Encore 4K/VU $5.5
Countdown ‘16 HD/VU $3.5
Courier 4K/VU $5.5 or HD/VU $4
Craft Legacy HD/MA $4.5
Criminal HD/VU or IT $3
Croods HD/VU $3.5
Cruella HD/MA $3.5 or HD/GP $3
Crypto 4K/VU $5 or HD/VU $3.5
Daddy's Home HD/IT $2.5
Daddy's Home 2 HD/VU or IT $3
Damsel HD/VU $4.5
Dangerous 4K/VU $4.5 or HD/VU $3
Danny Collins HD/IT $3.5
Dark Crimes HD/VU $4
Darkest Minds HD/MA $4
Dark Places HD/VU $4
Dark Tower HD/MA $3.5
Darkest Hour ‘17 4K/MA $5 or HD/MA $3.5
Dawn of the Planet of the Apes HD/MA $3.5
Deadpool 2 (w/Super Duper Cut) HD/MA $4
Deadpool HD/MA $2.5
Death of Me HD/VU $4
Death on the Nile HD/GP $3
Death Wish '18 HD/VU $3
Deepwater Horizon HD/VU $2.5 or 4K/IT $3
Deliver Us From Evil HD/MA $3.5
Dentist 2-Film Set HD/VU $7
Despicable Me 2 HD/VU $3 or 4K/IT $3.5
Despicable Me 3 4K/MA or IT $4.5
Despicable Me 4K/MA or IT $4.5
Detroit HD/MA $3.5
Devil Inside HD/VU $3.5
Devil's Due HD/MA $3.5
Die Hard HD/MA $3.5
Die Hard 5-film Set HD/MA $18
Die in a Gunfight 4K/VU $5
Dirty Dancing 4K/VU $5 or HD/VU $3.5
Disney Animated Short Films Set HD/MA $3.5 or HD/GP $3
Disneynature Monkey Kingdom HD/MA $3
Django Unchained HD/VU $3
Doctor Strange HD/MA $3 or HD/GP $2.5
Doctor Strange Multiverse of Madness HD/MA $3.5 or HD/GP $3
Dolittle HD/MA $3.5
Dom Hemingway HD/MA $3.5
Don Verdean HD/VU $4.5
Doorman HD/VU $3.5
Doors 4K/VU $5.5 or HD/VU $4
Downsizing HD/VU $2 or 4K/IT $2.5
Downton Abbey A New Era HD/MA $4
Downton Abbey The Movie HD/MA $3.5
Draft Day HD/IT $3.5
Dragged Across Concrete HD/VU $3.5
Dragonslayer 4K/VU $5.5
Dream a Little Dream HD/VU $4
Dreamkatcher HD/VU $4
Dreamworks 10-Film HD/MA $25
Dredd 4K/VU $4 or HD/VU $2.5
Dying of the Light HD/VU $2.5
E.T. Extra Terrestrial 4K/MA or IT $5 or HD/MA $3.5
Early Man 4K/VU $5.5
Earth Girls are Easy HD/VU $4
Eddie the Eagle HD/MA $4
Edge of Seventeen HD/IT $3
Edward Scissorhands HD/MA $3.5
El Chicano HD/MA $4
Elysium HD/MA $3.5
Emoji Movie HD/MA $3
Empire of Light HD/MA $3.5 or HD/GP $3
Empire State HD/VU $3
Enough Said HD/MA $3.5
Enter the Dragon 4K/MA $6
Epic HD/MA $3
Equalizer HD/MA $3.5
Equalizer 2 HD/MA $3.5
Escape From Planet Earth HD/VU $3
Eternals HD/MA $3.5 or HD/GP $3
Everest HD/MA $3 or 4K/IT $3.5
Everything Must Go HD/VU $4
Evil Dead 2 HD/VU $3.5
Ex Machina HD/VU $3
Exodus Gods & Kings HD/MA $3.5
Expired 4K/VU $4.5
Fair Game (Dir) HD/VU $4
Fantastic Four ‘15 HD/MA $4
Fast & Furious 4 4K/MA $5
Fast & the Furious 8-film Set HD/MA $17
Fast & the Furious 9-film Set HD/MA $19
Fast Color 4K/VU $5.5
Fatale ‘20 4K/VU $5 or HD/VU $3.5
Fatherhood HD/MA $4
Fault in Our Stars HD/MA $3.5
Fear of Rain 4K/VU $5.5
Fences HD/VU $2.5 or 4K/IT $3
Ferdinand HD/MA $3.5
Field of Dreams 4K/MA or IT $5.5
Fifty Shades Darker (Unr) HD/VU $2.5 or 4K/IT $3
Fifty Shades Freed HD/MA $4
Fifty Shades of Grey (Unr) 4K/MA or IT $4
Finding Dory HD/GP $2
Finding Nemo HD/GP $3.5
Finest Hours HD/GP $3
Firm 4K/VU $6
First Man HD/MA $4
Flashback ‘20 HD/VU $4
Flight HD/VU or IT $3
Florence Foster Jenkins HD/VU or IT $3
Footloose ‘11 HD/IT $3
Forbidden Kingdom HD/VU $4.5
Ford v Ferrari HD/MA $4
Forest HD/IT $3.5
Forever My Girl HD/IT $3
Fortress HD/VU $3.5
Fortress Sniper's Eye HD/VU $3.5
Fox & the Hound 2 HD/MA $4 or HD/GP $3.5
Foxcatcher HD/MA $4
Frank & Lola HD/VU or IT $3
Free Guy HD/GP $3
French Dispatch HD/MA $4 or HD/GP $3.5
Friday the 13th 4K/VU $5.5
From Here to Eternity 4K/MA $5.5
Frozen (Sing-Along) HD/MA $2 or HD/GP $1.5
Frozen HD/GP $2
Frozen 2 HD/MA $2.5 or HD/GP $2
Frozen Ground ‘13 HD/VU $3.5
Fury HD/MA $3.5
Future World HD/VU $3.5
G.I. Joe Retaliation HD/VU $3 or 4K/IT $3.5
Gambit ‘12 HD/MA $4
Gambler HD/VU or IT $3
Gamer 4K/VU $5.5
Gemini Man 4K/VU or IT $4.5 or HD/VU $3
Get Out 4K/MA or IT $5 or HD/MA $3.5
Ghost in the Shell ‘17 HD/VU $3 or 4K/IT $3.5
Ghost in the Shell ‘95 4K/VU $5
Ghost Team One HD/VU or IT $3.5
Ghostbusters ‘84 HD/MA $3.5
Ghostbusters (Thea & Ext) ‘16 HD/MA $3
Ghostbusters 2 HD/MA $3.5
Gifted HD/MA $3
Girl on Train HD/VU $3 or 4K/IT $3.5
Girl w/ All Gifts HD/VU $4
Giver HD/VU $3.5
Glass Castle 4K/VU $5.5
Glass HD/MA $4
God Bless The Broken Road HD/VU $3.5
God's Not Dead 2 HD/MA or IT $2.5
God's Not Dead 3 HD/MA $3
Gods of Egypt HD/VU $2.5 or 4K/IT $3
Gold ‘16 HD/VU $2.5
Good Dinosaur HD/GP $2.5
Good Kill HD/VU or IT $3.5
Grease 2 HD/VU $3.5
Great Wall 4K/MA or IT $4.5 or HD/MA $3
Greatest Showman HD/MA $3.5
Green Book HD/MA $4
Grey HD/VU or IT $3
Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 1 HD/MA $3.5 or HD/GP $3
Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2 HD/GP $2
Guilt Trip HD/VU or IT $3
Gunman HD/MA or IT $3
Guns of Navarone 4K/MA $5.5
Hacksaw Ridge 4K/VU or IT $4.5 or HD/VU $3
Halloween ‘18 HD/MA $3
Hammer of the Gods HD/VU $2
Hannibal S.1 HD/VU $5
Hansel & Gretel Witch Hunters (Unr) HD/VU or IT $3
Hard Luck Love Song 4K/VU $5.5
Hard Target 2 HD/IT $1.5
Hardcore Henry HD/VU or IT $3.5
Hate U Give HD/MA $4
Hateful Eight HD/VU $3.5
Heat (Director's Cut) ‘95 4K/MA $5.5 or HD/MA $4
Heaven is for Real HD/MA $3.5
Hercules ‘14 HD/VU $2.5 or 4K/IT $3
Here Comes the Boom HD/MA $3.5
Hereditary HD/VU $3.5
Hidden Figures HD/MA $3
High Note HD/MA $4
Highlander 4K/VU $5.5 or HD/VU $4
Hitchcock '12 HD/MA $4
Hitman Agent 47 HD/MA $3
Hitman's Bodyguard HD/VU $3.5
Hocus Pocus HD/MA $3.5 or HD/GP $3
Home HD/MA $3
Home Again HD/MA $3
Home Alone 4K/MA $5 or HD/MA $3.5
Homefront HD/MA or IT $3
Homesman HD/VU $3
Honey 2 HD/VU $3
Hostiles 4K/VU $4.5 or HD/VU $3
Hotel Transylvania 3 HD/MA $3.5
Hot Fuzz HD/VU $4
Hotel Mumbai HD/MA $4
Hours ‘13 HD/VU $4
House of 1000 Corpses HD/VU $4
House of Gucci 4K/IT $5.5
House w/ a Clock in Its Walls sHD/MA $4
How to Train Your Dragon 2 HD/MA $2.5
Hugo HD/VU $3
Hunt for Red October 4K/VU $5.5 or HD/VU $4
Huntsman Winter's War (Ext) HD/MA $3 or 4K/IT $3.5
I Can Only Imagine HD/VU $3.5
I Feel Pretty HD/IT $2
Ides of March HD/MA $4
I Know What You Did Last Summer 4K/MA $5.5
Imitation Game HD/VU $3
In Secret ‘14 HD/VU $4.5
In the Blood HD/VU $4
Incredibles 2 HD/GP $3
Independence Day ‘96 HD/MA $4
Independence Day Resurgence HD/MA $2.5
Indiana Jones & the Raiders of the Lost Ark 4K/VU or IT $5.5 or HD/VU $4
Indiana Jones & the Temple of Doom 4K/VU or IT $5.5 or HD/VU $4
Indignation HD/VU $4
Indivisible HD/MA $3.5
Inferno HD/MA $3
Initiation 4K/VU $5
Initiation HD/VU $3.5
Internship HD/MA $3
Interstellar 4K/VU or IT $5 or HD/VU $3.5
Interview HD/MA $3.5
Into the Woods HD/MA $3 or HD/GP $2.5
Invisible Man '20 HD/MA $3.5
Invisible Man ‘33 HD/MA $3.5
Iron Man 3 HD/MA $2.5 or HD/GP $2
Iron Man & Hulk Heroes United HD/GP $3.5
Iron Mask ‘19 HD/VU $4.5
It Follows HD/VU $3.5
It's a Wonderful Life HD/VU $3
Jack & Jill HD/MA $3.5
Jack Reacher 4K/IT $4.5
Jack Reacher Never Go Back HD/VU $3 or 4K/IT $3.5
Jack Ryan Shadow Recruit 4K/IT $4 or HD/VU $2.5
Jacob's Ladder HD/VU $4
Jane Got a Gun HD/VU $4
Jason Bourne HD/VU $2.5 or 4K/IT $3
Jesus Music HD/VU $3.5
Jexi HD/VU $3.5
Jobs HD/MA or IT $3.5
Joe HD/VU $3.5
Joe Kidd HD/IT $4
John Wick 1 & 2 Bundle HD/VU $4
John Wick 3 Parabellum 4K/VU $4.5
John Wick Chapter 2 HD/VU $3.5 or 4K/IT $4
John Wick HD/VU $2 or 4K/IT $2.5
John Wick Trilogy 4K/VU $13 or HD/VU (#3 4K) $9 or all HD/VU $8
Journey to the West Conquering the Demons HD/VU $3.5
Joy HD/MA $3
Judy 4K/VU $5 or HD/VU $3.5
Juliet, Naked 4K/VU $5.5
Jumanji Welcome To The Jungle HD/MA $2.5
Jungle Book ‘16 4K/MA $4.5 or HD/GP $2.5
Jungle Cruise HD/MA $4 or HD/GP $3.5
Jurassic Park 3 HD/VU $3.5 or 4K/IT $4
Jurassic Park 4K/MA or IT $5 or HD/MA $3.5
Jurassic World 5-film Set HD/MA $14
Jurassic World Fallen Kingdom 4K/MA $4.5 or HD/MA $3
Kama Sutra HD/VU $4
Kick-Ass 2 HD/MA $3.5
Kid ‘19 HD/VU $3.5
Kid Who Would Be King 4K/MA $5.5 or HD/MA $4
Kill Zone ‘05 HD/VU $4.5
Killer Elite HD/IT $3
Killing Gunther HD/VU $4
Kin ‘18 4K/VU $4.5 or HD/VU $3
King Kong ‘05 4K/MA or IT $5 or HD/MA $3.5
King of Staten Island HD/MA $4
King's Man HD/GP $3.5
Kingsman The Golden Circle HD/MA $3
Kingsman The Secret Service HD/MA $3.5
Knives Out HD/VU $3.5 s Knowing 4K/VU $5.5
La La Land HD/VU $3 or 4K/IT $3.5
Labor Day HD/VU or IT $3
Lady Macbeth HD/VU $4.5
Lady of the Manor 4K/VU $5
Lair of White Worm HD/VU $4.5
Lake Mungo HD/VU $4
Lara Croft Tomb Raider 4K/VU $5.5 or HD/VU $4
Last Dragon HD/MA $4.5
Last Duel HD/GP $3.5
Last Exorcism HD/VU $4
Last Knights HD/VU $3.5
Last Man ‘19 HD/VU $4
Last Vegas HD/VU $3
Last Witch Hunter 4K/IT $3.5
Lawrence of Arabia 4K/MA $5.5
Legends of Oz Dorothy's Return HD/MA $3.5
Leprechaun 7-film Set HD/VU $12
Let's be Cops HD/MA $3.5
Let Him Go HD/MA $4
Life ‘17 HD/MA $3.5
Life of Crime HD/VU $3.5
Life of Pi 4K/MA $5 or HD/MA or IT $3.5
Light of My Life HD/IT $3.5
Lightyear HD/MA $3.5 or HD/GP $3
Like a Boss HD/VU $3.5
Lilo & Stitch 2 HD/MA $4 or HD/GP $3.5
Lion HD/VU $4
Lion King ‘19 4K/MA $4 or HD/GP $2
Lion King ‘94 4K/MA $5 or HD/MA $3.5 or HD/GP $3
Little HD/MA $3.5
Little Mermaid ‘89 HD/MA $4
Live Free or Die Hard HD/MA $4
Locked Down 4K/MA $5.5
Logan HD/MA $3
Logan Lucky HD/MA $3.5 or /IT $4
Lone Ranger HD/MA $3.5 or HD/GP $3
Lone Survivor HD/VU $2.5
Longest Week HD/VU $3.5
Looper HD/MA $3.5
Lord of War 4K/VU $5.5
Lords of Salem HD/VU $4
Lost World Jurassic Park HD/MA $3.5
Love & Mercy HD/VU $3.5
Love the Coopers HD/VU or IT $4
Love, Simon HD/MA $3.5
Loving HD/VU or IT $3.5
Luca HD/GP $3
Lucy 4K/MA or IT $4.5 or HD/MA $3
Lyle, Lyle Crocodile HD/MA $4.5
Madagascar 3 HD/MA $3
Magic Mike's Last Dance HD/MA $4.5
Magnificent Seven ‘16 HD/VU $3
Maleficent HD/MA $2.5 or HD/GP $2
Maleficent Mistress of Evil HD/GP $2.5
Man Who Fell To Earth ‘76 4K/VU $5
Man Who Shot Liberty Vance 4K/VU $5.5
Marauders HD/VU $3.5
Marksman HD/MA $4
Martian HD/MA $3.5
Mary Poppins ‘64 HD/MA $3.5 or ‘64 HD/GP $3
Mary Poppins Returns 4K/MA $4.5 or HD/GP $2.5
Mask of Zorro 4K/MA $6
Mauritanian 4K/IT $5
Max Steel HD/IT $3
Maze Runner HD/MA $3.5
McKenna Shoots for the Stars HD/IT $2
Meatballs HD/VU $4
Memory HD/MA $3.5
Men HD/VU $4
Men in Black 3 HD/MA $3
Men in Black 4K/MA $5.5 or HD/MA $4
MI-5 Spooks '15 HD/VU $4
Mickey & Minnie 10 Classic Shorts HD/GP $4.5
Mid-Century 4K/VU $5
Midnight in the Switchgrass 4K/VU $5 or HD/VU $3.5
Midway 4K/VU $4.5 or HD/VU $3
Mile 22 HD/IT $3
Million Dollar Arm HD/GP $2.5
MindGamers HD/MA or IT $3.5
Minions 4K/MA or IT $4.5 or HD/VU $3
Miracles from Heaven HD/MA $3.5
Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children HD/MA $3
Mission Impossible 3 4K/VU $5
Mission Impossible 6-film Set HD/VU $17
Mommy HD/VU $4
Moneyball HD/MA $3
Monster High Electrified HD/IT $2.5
Monster Hunter HD/MA $3.5
Money Monster HD/MA $3.5
Monster Trucks HD/VU $2.5 or 4K/IT $3
Monsters University HD/GP $3
Monuments Men HD/MA $3.5
Moon 4K/MA $5.5
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2024.06.06 18:17 dismayed-tumbleweed Biblically Backwards II (Holey Texts, Illuminated Manuscripts, and "Throwing Stones")

Biblically Backwards II (Holey Texts, Illuminated Manuscripts, and
Hi! This is part II of my "backwards Bible" thoughts. (Part 1)
In the last part I talked about some Tortured Poets lyrics that frame Taylor as an “upside-down” Christ figure. I also theorized, based on the fact that she seems to be retelling both the literal Bible and also her "bible" of work, that she is referencing the creation of the King James Version of the Bible.
(Also thank you to everyone in the last part who alerted me to the fact that it’s literally King James who’s been macking it w Nicholas Galitzine in all those gifsets. That somehow escaped me.)
In this part I’m going to talk about some more connections to the KJV through some of Taylor’s earlier work, and some lyrical references to organized religion and evangelical Christianity.

The Story of US: A Holey Text

So I don't know how I didn't realize this before… It honestly should have been the first thing I talked about lmao but either way the "US" book in the Fortnight music video has reinforced all of my thoughts about this. Below is a screenshot from the Fortnight video that shows Taylor and Post Malone, dressed identically, lying on a pile of papers shaped in a profile view of Taylor's face.
Taylor holds a book with "US" on the cover. If we look closely, we realize the "US" which seems to be the title of the book, is on the back cover. It's almost like she's reading it backwards!
Note: Post Malone has no book, he just lays there watching Taylor read this backwards book.
I do remember seeing people talk about this when the music video first came out. I'm pretty sure this image plays a role in theories about a reversed listening order to TTPD.
The book from the MV references "The Story of Us" (a song which tells the story of a relationship that began as a fairy tale and ended in tragedy.)
This is something other people might have realized, I don't know, but “The Story of US” MV tells "The Story of Us" the Song in reverse!! The song tells the story of a relationship falling apart, while the Music video depicts the beginning of a new one, born from…literary chaos?
It's sort of like the two stories are playing backwards and forwards over each other. Or, it's like a book that has fallen open, the song and it's lyrics on the left page and the events of the music video on the right, like a continuation.
Further connection is made between The Story of Us MV and the Fortnight MV in the scene where papers go flying around Taylor and the male figure.
Literary Chaos
It seems like the “US” book in the Fortnight video also makes reference to Taylor's upcoming feature on Gracie Abrams' new album. The album is titled "The Secret of Us" while the song is called "us."
Because none of these titles use all-caps “US,” its on the book is especially interesting to me. Without our prior knowledge of the "Story of Us" connections, we might still interpret this image as a book of “Us," but I also think we might assume she's reading a US History textbook. Sooo high school!
This is where I think we can bring the KJV back into it, and possibly start to get at some of the America/ London stuff going on in Taylor’s work.
As the US gained it’s independence and developed into a nation, The King James Version of the Bible became a “touchstone of American culture and literature.” Many phrases and idioms from the KJV have been incorporated into colloquial American English. Everything from The Gettysburg Address to “A Charlie Brown Christmas” can claim some influence from the KJV.
In other words, the King James Version and its subsequent revisions unintentionally played a huge role in the story of the U.S. If the “US” book is symbolic of Taylor's body of work as we know it, and Taylor is framed as a christ figure on TTPD, then what is that book if not our backwards bible? And what does that mean of (Taylor's Version) and “The Story of Us”?

Holy, Holey, Wholly

On TTPD, we hear a lot about the tri-chotomy of holiness and hole-y-ness and wholeness! I think the cracks and leaks may be related to this idea as well.
Holy:
  • “What if the way you hold me is actually what’s holy?” Guilty As Sin?
  • “You Holy Ghost” LOML
Hole:
  • “I felt a hole like this never before and ever since” LOML
  • “Pierce new holes in my heart” The Black Dog
  • "Patching up the cracks along the wall"
Whole:
  • “They slammed the door on my whole world” But Daddy I Love Him
  • “I’d rather burn my whole life down” But Daddy I Love Him
  • “Crucial evidence I didn’t imagine the whole thing” ICDIWABH
  • “They knew the whole time / that I was onto something” Cassandra
I think that (Taylor’s Version) was meant to fill the “holes” in the “Story of Us.” Possibly, these could be, “plot holes” or like, gaps in the narrative, but I actually think we are looping back around to the other theory I have which keeps traveling back in time: the Symbol Cipher!! <3
I think TTPD is meant to be the key or the “Taylegend.” In a lore way but also in a “map legend” sort of way. I also think it is possibly a last hurrah or a goodbye to this symbolic language.

The (Illuminated) Manuscript: All Too Well

So with the KJV, when they originally did the translation, they really did seem to be going for something unifying. It seems like they just really didn’t want to piss anyone off so that everyone could unite behind this new Bible. They were going for unbiased. There also seemed to be a focus on making the text “sound biblical,” which you would think would just naturally happen since it's the Bible but who knows.
People did not immediately take to the new translation.
One problem was that people had loyalty to their old versions, but another was that the interpreters of the KJV translated the Bible in a very literal way, focusing only on the accuracy of the translation to its original Greek and Hebrew, and not on the common speech patterns of the time. Readers eventually adapted to these changes (their spoken language itself adapting, in turn) but another problem arose as time passed.
Because the English language continued to evolve after the publication of the KJV, certain words in the translation eventually came to carry different meanings altogether. This can totally skew the interpretations of the passages in which they are used.
Of the original version, “Two editions were actually printed in 1611, later distinguished as the “He” and “She” Bibles because of the variant readings “he” and “she” in the final clause of Ruth 3:15—“and he went into the city.
This reminded me of “Her” and “Him” from the ATW short film, another MV prominently featuring a book.
\"Her: Sadie Sink, Him: Dylan O'Brien\"
\"and he went into the city\"
Funnily enough, the All Too Well short film, like the Fortnight video, ALSO connects back to The Story of Us MV as both videos use book chapter headings as a framing device.
https://preview.redd.it/hmlrdgna5z4d1.png?width=1265&format=png&auto=webp&s=fef1bb15155cf09ec6a4c49407d6d35f09500663
https://preview.redd.it/zzk6orab5z4d1.png?width=1262&format=png&auto=webp&s=4b33488dc5efad6426a007a69b36799439149984
We can bring this all back to TTPD via The Manuscript. One thing that many corners of the fanbase seem to agree on is that The Manuscript makes reference to All Too Well, and especially the release of the 10 Minute Short Film, when Taylor was bringing up these “death of the author” type concepts. Taylor described the song as something made bigger by it’s own lore. She spoke as though the fan interpretation (the scripture) which stemmed from the song had eclipsed its original meaning. Like the song had taken on a life of its own. These themes were brought up once more in The Manuscript (Now and then I reread the manuscript / But the story isn't mine anymore.)
When thinking of religious texts and “Manuscripts” the phrase “Illuminated Manuscript” came to mind. “Illuminated Manuscripts were hand-made books, usually on Christian scripture or practice, produced in Western Europe between c. 500-c. 1600. They are so called because of the use of gold and silver which illuminates the text and accompanying illustrations.
So, if All To Well is The Manuscript, the short film “illuminates” it, by bringing it to “the silver screen.”
(So there are The Metals again, and some light symbolism I definitely should have clocked earlier but I don't have time for that right now.)
This reference to illuminated manuscripts can connect to songs like Robin and My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys. These songs comment on some fans' need to attach a man to Taylor Swift's albums. There is a comparison to children here, and how they need to be treated with kid-gloves. It's like certain fans need illustrations, like in a kids book, in order to connect to the album. My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys references the way many children's books come with a doll or toy in an attempt to get the child excited about reading the book.

Bible (The Authorized Version) (Taylor’s Version)

So the KJV, or “The Authorized Version,” has been through many revisions and versions itself. Today, the 1769 version is the most commonly cited version of the KJV.
These versions and people’s fanaticism over them (in conjunction with other non-KJV versions) have shaped modern interpretations of the Bible’s figures and events. In certain groups, the KJV is held up as the “purest” version to read, and pushed as the only true interpretation. The problem is, it is also a more challenging version to read, because of its adherence to old speech patterns of the Greek and Hebrew from which it was translated.
This, of course, makes the version more difficult for modern English speakers to decipher and interpret to fidelity. Still, it remains the go-to version of the Bible for many evangelical Christians. The Baptist, Episcopalian, Presbyterian, Pentecostal, LDS (Mormon) churches all use the KJV today.
Some are so dogmatic about the KJV, they believe all other variations of the Bible to be biased. “The King James Only controversy is essentially a conspiracy theory that claims that all modern translations of Scripture are based on tainted manuscripts and that their translators are driven by a liberal Protestant or Roman Catholic (or even one-world government) agenda.” (https://www.britannica.com/topic/King-James-Version)
These interpretations have in turn had a profound effect in the development of the US, a nation built on these Christian values. Christian conservatism remains a prevalent societal and political force today as I’m sure many of us are well aware. Even in places where actual religious sentiment has dissipated, many of these “Christian values” have become so ingrained in American culture that the two aren’t exactly divisible anymore.
This had resulted in a popular interpretation of the Bible and execution of its doctrine that seems antithetical to the actual principles of the Christian religion. It's biblically backwards, we could say!
https://preview.redd.it/mydjrj318z4d1.jpg?width=642&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=8ab9a91dda20e61cb56223bc02728dd1b5eee0f6

Organized Religion & Apologetics:

Some lines on TTPD feel more like they are referential of organized religion and evangelical Christianity than to the Bible itself.
  • I just know these people only save you cause they hate you” is one of these. This phrase feels contradictory or backwards, compared to common religious sentiment. Christians claim to "hate the sin, not the sinner," but here it has been made clear to the speaker that "these people" do hate her for what they see as her "sins."
  • Sarahs and Hannahs in their Sunday best / clutching their pearls, sighing what a mess” and “The family, the pure greed, the Christian chorus line” seem to describe common figures and dynamics within a church congregation. These people all participate in church because they claim to follow Jesus & God, but often their behavior is judgmental, and, many times, these church organizations themselves have ulterior or self-serving motivations.
  • Hire a priest to come and exorcise my demons” feels like a reference to “possession” and that specific brand of evangelical Christianity which still does exorcisms and things like that. Instead of taking the concepts that Hell and Satan represent as parables, they deal with demons and the devil though a literal lens, considering them tangible threats to humanity, entities able to be exorcised and expelled from a person’s body.
  • Am I bad or mad or wise?” Someone brought this up to me a bit ago in the theory thread and I think it can definitely fit in with Taylor’s referencing of the Bible and beyond. C.S. Lewis (author of the Chronicles of Narnia) who used themes of Christianity in his fiction, also came up with something called “Lewis's Trilemma.” Lewis argued that Jesus must be a divine and godly figure, because if not, it would mean he was either insane or evil. This is flawed logic, when thought through, and is somewhat evocative of how most Christian apologetics sound to non-Christians. (JarjarsSlut's postJarjarsSlut's comment!)

Throwing Stones:

Now we will take it back to references from the Bible itself to illustrate this concept!
Cassandra’s "When the first stone's thrown they're screaming / In the streets there's a raging riot / and it's 'burn the bitch' they're shrieking” seems to reference John 8:7, specifically the line: "He that is without sin among you, let him cast the first stone at her.”
Here, Jesus displays forgiveness as opposed to calling for the death of the woman in the story (who has committed the sin of Adultery.) He is simultaneously reminding the crowd, which would have stoned the woman to death, of their own hypocrisy, since they are all sinners in their own ways.
This is contrasted in the Cassandra line, in which the crowd has not been stopped from throwing their stones. The first stone does get thrown, and instead of the altercation ending in a peaceful resolution like in the Bible, it seems to begin something of a witch hunt. This further makes comment on the dissonance that exists between modern day Christian culture and the actual teachings of their Holy Book.
We could also tie the idiom “those in glass houses should not throw stones” in here. (Chaucer! I have been waiting for u.) This is similar to the Bible verse in meaning, commenting on hypocrisy and shaming of others.
  • In this context, I wonder if “then sank in stoned oblivion” from Smallest Man is meant to have some double meaning. It of course could mean he is very high but it could also mean he's been literally stoned, like in the Bible.
  • Throwing stones is something we’ve seen before, on Lover, with “Snakes and stones never broke my bones” (very biblical sounding in hindsight) and on the 1989 vault “The sticks and stones they throw froze midair”
  • We can probably link “Cause baby I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me” from New Romantics to this type of “throwing stones” imagery as well.
I am going to pick up from here in the next post and I really am going to talk about Eve and the Apple this time!! There is so much I want to talk about and so much I still have questions about. Please let my know what you guys think and if I got anything wrong/ missed anything!
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2024.06.06 17:03 arekban Harmless Human Sacrifice 8

Synopsis: Markus is summoned from Earth by evil beings looking for a 'weak and primitive' creature to use as sacrificial entertainment. What they got instead was a human. Immediately after arriving, Markus awakens to an ability so rare, so powerful that it makes every god on Firellia desperate to recruit him as their new champion.
Learning to control his innate mastery over mana, Markus will devour the very essence of any monster, demon, or god that dares get in his way, determined to never lose his freedom again.
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Well, that could’ve gone worse.
Maxen wasn’t a crack dealer. What he did end up being was a brothel owner. He found Markus’ power interesting, and hoped to use his ability to transfer mana to invigorate his workers with incredible energy, ensuring they could continue to see clients, perform shows, and generally be available near enough twenty-four hours a day for as long as humanly possible.
As Markus understood it, the most valued courtesans were in such high demand that it actually behooved Maxen to limit their availability. Something about retaining their exclusivity.
It was the dozens upon hundreds of lower-ranked workers he owned that he wished to see working twenty-four seven, insisting that such a life would be more than splendid for any of his employees, for they ‘did so enjoy working for him’, and ‘endless work would only mean endless fulfillment’ for any of them.
Markus wasn’t so sure about that. He turned Maxen down, but not before hearing his offer. Mainly because Maxen had led with it:
After he’d finished training in the necessary method to transfer energy between subjects, he would’ve been contracted to appear at the brothel every evening to take mana from livestock and distribute it to workers.
Transferring energy itself wasn’t something that was outside the reach of regular magicians, Maxen had explained. But it was difficult to do properly. Too often, botched mana transfers resulted in either the subject of the transfer, the source of the mana, or the middleman enacting the exchange having some issue that screwed everything else up.
Load a person with too much mana and the effects could be catastrophic. Take too much away and similar issues could occur. Then, beyond quantity were the matter of types and grades. Regular magicians only had a limited understanding of these.
That was why the Innate Trait of Mana Manipulation was so desirable to Maxen. The ability to properly portion mana in exact grades and percentiles and transfer it smoothly from multiple subjects to multiple recipients over and over again without failing was something not even the most practiced magician could do without a decent chance of failure.
It was something that, with practice, Markus should be able to do effortlessly.
And for a couple hours of mana transferring a night, every night, Maxen was willing to offer Markus what seemed to be a ton of benefit. A hundred gold a night, an amulet with a thirty mile range that would open a portal to the brothel whenever Markus needed it, and beyond that, he’d also offered something called a ‘boon’.
This boon was a fragment of a godly power, one which would allow Markus to persuade people of things more easily, as well as mitigate hostilities between Markus and creatures with a lesser Spirit attribute than him.
It sounded tempting, but ultimately the costs outweighed the benefits. This was only cemented by the fifty year contract Maxen had in mind.
“If you’re unwilling, then you are unwilling. It is a shame. Your life in Firrelia could’ve been a rather fortuitous one, unfettered with worries.”
Markus was pretty sure he could get hired as a bartender or florist here and some monster or other would still come along to try and murder him within the week. The prospect of a worry-free life on Firrelia sounded like lunacy at this point, and he’d only been here a single day.
He refrained from saying as much, but Maxen seemed surprised when Markus turned him down.
He was at least pleasant about it. He spent almost the entire meeting between them combing his long, pristine hair. At a point, he conjured a piece of meat from seemingly nowhere and fed it to the helldog, who leapt up in excitement the moment it smelled the freshly cooked beef.
Markus was ashamed to say his stomach rumbled. He felt more ashamed to say that he’d been struggling to sit upright for most of this meeting.
“Have you named this one yet?” Maxen asked as the dog graciously accepted its meal, gnawing and ripping at it against the floor as he spoke. “I’m surprised you’ve managed to tame such a beast. Whoever sent her must’ve employed a rather sloppy spell of frenzy, but to manage to tame such a creature is impressive still.”
“Any idea who sent it?” Markus felt disarmed around Maxen. He’d struggled more than he should’ve to reject his offer. It was like his presence alone was so calming and innocuous that Markus almost wanted to take his honeyed words about these endlessly devoted workers to be true, even if his heart told him the concept was inherently twisted.
“I would be remiss to share even conjecture on that, I’m afraid” Maxen said, his tone serious. “I am a neutral party. I work to ensure as much. I do not make enemies with my fellow deities, no matter how they might like to play at war.”
Markus coughed once more, bringing a hand up to his mouth. He touched his forehead and felt sweat. “Well, can you tell me anything that might help?”
“Yes. I can tell you that you absolutely stink of mana.” His voice turned more stern, almost like that of a parent. “If you continue to hold so much power within you, you will die. Every minute, you increase the chances of Toxicosis taking hold.”
Shit, he’s right. I haven’t worked to get the mana out of my body since I last fought, and I still have way too much swirling around in me. No wonder I feel so fucked right now. Not like Randall mentioned shit about it to me, either, and I was hardly thinking straight after everything that happened with him.
Markus sighed. “I don’t know what to do about it. I’ve been trying to keep my mana under control by putting more points into my Spirit, but still…”
“Try this.”
With that, Maxen tossed him a small, purple stone. It looked like an amethyst.
“These stones are excellent at containing mana. They have other uses, too, but I haven’t more time to explain them. I appreciate you meeting with me.”
With that, he tossed over two more. The three stones landed before Markus’ feet with a slight clatter, though none of them looked to crack in any way.
“Wait. Wh-why would you…”
“Call it payment for an entertaining fight yesterday. Imagine it beats whatever you earnt for it down here, if anything.” Maxen shrugged. “Call it a retainer for future services, if you will. I imagine you’ll be of some use to me in future, assuming you leave this place soon.”
“I already told you I don’t wanna work for you…” Markus felt terrible pushing away what looked to actually be a valuable gift, but he wasn’t gonna take anything that bound him to anything. That had trouble written all over it. Last thing he needed was to be indebted to a god.
“Fine. Just call it a tip. No strings attached.” With that, he stood, and with a single flick of his wrist, spruced up the entire cell, the blood and plate shards disappearing from view, the floors and walls of the cell taking on a sheen they’d likely not had since construction.
“Why do any of this for me?” Markus asked, voice catching a little. “I refused your offer.”
“My virtue is Service. You looked as if you required some. What does it hurt me to part ways with a few stones? I have so many more.”
“Kinda feels like you’re throwing a dog a bone,” Markus murmured, staring down at the stones.
“What an odd thing to say.” Maxen phased through the bars of the cage, going to make his leave, then turned to face him once more.
“You’re not a dog. You’re a person.” He blinked, looking as if he were trying to parse the idiom once more. “And those are simply stones.”
With that, Maxen took his leave.
Markus found himself simply holding the stones for a few minutes, a chill in the air, his chest heaving as he tried to reconcile everything that had happened up until now.
These gems… they were the result of the only positive interaction he’d had since his arrival. Their deep purple was captivating, and while staring at them helped to anchor him in the moment, in this crazy reality he’d now found himself a part of, he only noticed his hand was shaking when he heard them begin clacking together.
Gently, delicately, he settled the three stones onto the floor, and put his face into his hands.
Markus felt tired. He’d gotten a few hours of sleep. He’d had to fight for his life no less than three times in the last twenty-four hours. To say that he felt tired was an understatement. He felt insane. It had taken that small shred of humanity, of normalcy in the face of this new hell to realise just how different everything now was.
And it had come from what was likely another evil god. Or at the very least, one he was almost sure he couldn’t consider to be ‘good’. He was more than skeptical of Maxen, but even so, the affirmmation he’d given Markus without even meaning to was so much more than anything anyone else had done for him since getting here that it had almost broken the shell blanketing his emotions entirely.
This was a horrible place. He didn’t want to be here. His body ached, his shoulder still missing some flesh, his throat was sore, his hand was still singed, his entire body felt partially numb from the exertion that Mana Poisoning was bringing about within him.
This was hard. Maybe too hard. He told himself it didn’t matter. Nothing was coming to save him, after all. If he wanted to survive this situation, he had to rely on himself, he knew it.
There would be more gods. They might torture him more. Strip even more away from him. He had nine more fights to get through if he couldn’t find another way out, and he wasn’t sure he’d last that long.
His resolve would have to be stronger than that. Even if there was no way out, even if his life was doomed to this, even if he couldn’t clearly see the path through his misty, tired, crying eyes, he would have to be stronger. Stronger than his enemies. Stronger than Drathok. Stronger than even the mightiest god in here.
Markus felt a stillness come about him. A quiet intensity that blotted out his doubts and strangled his worries. Something inside of him told him to keep fighting, and its incessant voice couldn’t be quelled by any one niggling fear or paltry concern.
None of that mattered anymore. Only his escape. From this cell, from this fate, from sitting under the thumb of every wretched deity that called Firrelia home. He’d do whatever he had to to thrive, to progress, to carve his way towards his future.
He felt a lick against his arm, alongside an alarming brush of flame.
He barely flinched. Instead, he leaned into the hellhound’s face and petted it, finding that the flames around the dog’s face receded further the more he pressed his hand against the dog’s fur. It understood how not to hurt, or at least to avoid doing so.
“Hey,” Markus spoke to the helldog, touching its ear, which immediately perked up. “I still haven’t given you a name yet, have I?”
It was some solidarity in the darkness, some hope in this forgotten place, to see how calm and friendly this creature seemed in the face of it. It’d warmed up to him so quickly.
Markus wiped his face, inhaling sharply through his nose as he did. He blinked himself to focus, turning to look at the happy, lion-sized nightmare beast, a smile upon his face.
“How about Ember? Do you like that name?” He tried to push his hand further into her fur as he went, but burnt himself a little. If anything, she seemed to be glowing hotter than before.
“...does that mean you like it, or you hate it?”
She licked his hand where it burnt.
Markus laughed, holding his hands up. Was he imagining the intent here? Who knew.
“Well, it’s decided. If there’s no objections, I’ll call you Ember until further notice.”
Ember barked, flames leaping outward from her body, then ran in a circle. Then she laid down a short distance from Markus’ feet.
To think this thing was sent to kill me just hours ago… that ‘kill’ command must’ve been pretty damn powerful to force this creature to change so drastically. She seems practically harmless right now, if you ignore the fact she’s permanently on fire. Well, that and the size.
The thought cheered Markus up a bit. He hadn’t expected he’d wind up in here with a companion of any sort. While he was hardly glad he’d condemned the creature to be stuck in a cell with him, it was nice to at least have some friendly company.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you out too.”
Ember’s ear twitched, but she didn’t react otherwise.
Still, Markus believed he could do it. He’d stopped them from tearing each other apart, after all. He’d killed that horrible monster, too. A god had been willing pay him a hundred gold pieces a DAY for his services. That had to be more than most people made a month here, surely?
Things were fine. For a person being constantly pushed to the brink of death, they were great, in fact.
And why had he been sitting around feeling so lethargic anyways? He still had everything to fight for. He still had so many tools he could use, and much more to learn. All he’d been doing was amassing more means to survive with each trial he’d been through, and the best thing he could do right now was find a means to store his mana and get his body back in check, just like Maxen had told him to.
Markus grabbed one of the stones and used [Identify] on it.
[Essence Stone. Grade: ?. A purple stone used to power magical objects and bolster arcane spells and rituals, able to be filled with various types of mana. Consumable.]
Consumable? Did that mean he could… eat it?
Worry about that later. Try putting mana in the thing first.
[Current Mana Capacity: 205%. View breakdown? Y/N.]
“Breakdown?.. Yeah. Show me.”
[Stored mana by Grade:]
[G Grade Frost Mana: 12%]
[F Grade Spirit Mana: 46%]
[E Grade Spirit Mana: 18%]
[E Grade Flame Mana: 7%]
[D Grade Mystic Mana: 16%]
[D Grade Blood Mana: 30%]
[D Grade Flame Mana: 11%]
[D Grade Life Mana: 34%.]
[C Grade Life Mana: 22%]
[A Grade Divine Mana: 9%]
Wow, that was a lot… was that everything he’d generated that he hadn’t used already? He’d already used up all of the Shock and Flame Mana he’d received from Drathok in his first fight, and then from what that creature ended up giving him, he’d blown all of that Frost Mana between training his cyro skills and fighting off Ember. He was still generating more from the core he’d devoured… but it was a really low grade. It didn’t do much.
There were multiple mana types Markus still didn’t understand the uses or applications of, but the one that perplexed him most on the list was the Mystic Mana. He’d had it since his first fight, he was sure, but when had he absorbed it? When he’d been teleported here, maybe? Who knew what it did?
That didn’t matter right now. What mattered was storing away the right kinds of mana so that he didn’t run too low on the ones that might be useful to him.
…this was difficult. He didn’t want to be without useful things, but he could only store so much.
He still had 15 skill points to spend, courtesy of his fight with Ember. He decided to distribute those before making any solid decisions.
[Name: Markus Brown]
[Class: Otherworlder (Earth) (Tier: Novice 10)]
[Health: 303/395]
[Mana: 832/1090]
[Strength: 48 (+30)]
[Agility: 52 (+30)]
[Arcana: 6]
[Constitution: 60 (+30)]
[Spirit: 45]
[???: 0]
[For each ten points in Spirit, you have been awarded a free point to spend on Arcana or Constitution per level. You have 8 free points available.]
4 free points per level just for having a high Spirit score? Markus had almost completely forgotten about that. That brought the total he had to spend up by over 50%, and considering he’d been planning to raise his Arcana anyways, this had worked out great for him.
Markus knew he needed 10 Arcana if he wanted to unlock Paths and rank up his skills. He remembered as much since both the [Frost Mastery] and [Regeneration] skills had reached high enough ranks to open themselves up to Path access. He still had no clue what paths did, but he figured they had to be important enough to warrant the increase.
Four free points went into Arcana, leaving him with four more free points to spend. Constitution seemed like a safe bet, but he was curious to see what future Arcana breakpoints did… He decided to hold off on committing the rest of his free points until he had some idea of what a Path actually was.
That being said, he immediately dumped 5 of his 15 regular points into Spirit, bringing it up to 50. Higher mana capacity, more free points every level, more mental resilience, better growth… what wasn’t to like?
Well, if you ignored the caveat of Spirit also increasing Markus’ mana generation.
That’d be fine. He’d just put all his mana in stones! No problem.
Speaking of which, now that he’d increased his capacity, time to do just that.
Increasing his Spirit score had ticked his mana total over to nearly 1200. It felt nice to have a four digit mana score now, it was almost triple what he’d had available level 1. The amount of mana he held in his body right now was enough to give him mana poisoning, but likely would’ve been 500% of his capacity a day ago, and who knew how much damage that would’ve done to him then?
One thing he knew for sure was that through trials and tribulations, he’d definitely grown, and the tasks that had been put in front of him were hardly easy ones.
It was as he was transferring mana to the first stone, mainly focussing on moving the excess F Grade Spirit Mana out of his body, that he saw a new notification pop up, one he’d never seen before.
[Mana Manipulation: 1 >> 2. Your Mana Capacity has increased from 1190 to 1390. Your passive Growth has increased. Empower skill unlocked. Manifest skill unlocked.]
[Mana Manipulation will sometimes give a unique option in the advancement of future skills and traits.]
Wait… he’d levelled Mana Manipulation?
This was great! It’d increased his capacity by so much! Not to mention two new skills, he really hoped they were something he’d find helpful down here.
By the time Markus was done shifting and moving the mana in his body, his remaining reserves looked like this:
[G Grade Frost Mana: 2%]
[F Grade Spirit Mana: 2%]
[E Grade Spirit Mana: 10%]
[E Grade Flame Mana: 5%]
[D Grade Blood Mana: 15%]
[D Grade Flame Mana: 9%]
[C Grade Life Mana: 18%]
[A Grade Divine Mana: 7%]
Some of these percentages had gone down due to his capacity increasing, but the main change had been moving most of the Frost and Spirit Mana out of his body, seeing as he still generated those, and keeping the more potent Spirit Mana in case he needed it. He’d also put all of the Mystic Mana within its own stone, which had taken on a black sheen. For some reason, he couldn’t mix it into the same stone as other elements.
That said, other mana types didn’t seem to have that restriction. He’d dumped a good portion of Blood and Life Mana into the same Essence Stone as the one he’d put his Frost and Spirit into, and the stone still seemed to be capable of holding yet more. The way it shone in the darkness of the cell was noticeable, its shifting colours crazy and kaleidoscopic.
Now that he’d done as much, his body feeling more than relieved from his mana being drained and his Overcharge promptly ending, Markus stood, pacing around the cell as he came to finally discover what the hell a Path was, pulling up a list of his skills and passives.
[Cyromancy: 3. Mastery awakens at 10.]
[Frost Mastery: 5. Awaken a Path?]
[Regeneration: 8. Awaken a Path?]
[Pyrokinesis: 1. Mastery awakens at 10.]
[Glaive Mastery: 3. Mastery awakens at 10.]
[Evasion: 3. Mastery awakens at 10.]
[Empower: 1. Path awakens at 5.]
[Manifest: 1. Path awakens at 5.]
[Diplomacy: 1. Mastery awakens at 10.]
[Mana Manipulation: 2. Evolution awakens at 5.]
[Frost Resistance: I.]
[Freeze I/II resistance.]
Markus hovered Frost Mastery and selected ‘yes’, and a list of options appeared before him.
[You may now awaken a Basic Path for Frost Mastery. You are able to hold up to four different Paths at one time. You may forget, combine, or evolve previous Paths in order to learn more. Paths unlock new skills, as well as new features and passives, allowing skills to grow much more powerful or gain unique effects.]
[Basic Frost Mastery Paths are as follows:] [Please choose one from the following options:]
[Freeze Lance: A martial skill which allows the user to imbue their weapon attacks with ice during combat. Landing successive blows will inflict Freeze I upon opponents. This ability requires 30 Frost and 20 Spirit Mana to cast and lasts for thirty seconds. Freeze Lance can be upcasted with higher Mana Grades to inflict higher levels of Freeze.]
[Frost Barrier: A passive skill which allows the user to reduce damage taken from physical strikes by 5-70% depending on Mana Grade used, with G Grade Mana offering a 5% reduction and S Grade offering a 70% reduction. Damage reduction is halved versus elemental damage, and nullified versus Flame Mana. Frost Barrier can be actively channelled whilst grappling an enemy to slow their movements for a short time, or inflict Freeze when used with higher Mana Grades.]
Below these two were a third option, the writing carrying a faint white-blue sheen.
[(Mana Manipulation) Frozen Tomb, G Grade: A continuous channel ability that allows ice to flow out from around you, affecting terrain and slowing enemies within at a cost of 2 Spirit and 2 Frost Mana per second. While stood within the frozen terrain, you may spend 15-30 Frost Mana and 15-30 Spirit Mana to spawn 3-6 icicles which will seek to impale opponents, inflicting Freeze I and Bleed I alongside damage. Enemies stood within Frozen Tomb for over a minute will be inflicted with Freeze II, compounding to Freeze III after 3 minutes. Enemies that die within Frozen Tomb will be devoured, their Mana Cores automatically being absorbed.]
This was difficult. Frozen Tomb sounded really, really strong, but equally expensive. Was it the best thing to go for here, or was Markus better off taking the simpler and much more straightforward Freeze Lance ability?
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2024.06.06 15:06 LChris24 Orell's Eagle, The Lord of Light & Melisandre (Spoilers Extended)

Background
While I was putting together a post regarding Orell & his eagle/Jon & Ghost, I came across the passage where the eagle dies while Stannis smashes Mance Rayder's host beneath the Wall. It is often debated about what exactly killed the eagle (primarily due to some of Mel's attempts to seem more powerful than she actually is). But from looking at it, I think most of the imagery does lean towards Melisandre.
Note: I don't think deities exist in ASOIAF. They are just sources of magic. So when I say R'hllothe Lord of the Light throughout the post I basically just mean fire magic.
Death of Orell's Eagle
While Jon is in Mance's tent, Varamyr is left to guard them as the battle begins:
"Mance!" the shout came. It was a scout, bursting from the trees on a lathered horse. "Mance, there's more, they're all around us, iron men, iron, a host of iron men."
Cursing, Mance swung up into the saddle. "Varamyr, stay and see that no harm comes to Dalla." The King-beyond-the-Wall pointed his sword at Jon. "And keep a few extra eyes on this crow. If he runs, rip out his throat."
"Aye, I'll do that." The skinchanger was a head shorter than Jon, slumped and soft, but that shadowcat could disembowel him with one paw. "They're coming from the north too," Varamyr told Mance. "You best go."-ASOS, Jon X
but then suddenly the eagle burns:
Then the skinchanger threw back his head and screamed.
The sound was shocking, ear-piercing, thick with agony. Varamyr fell, writhing, and the 'cat was screaming too . . . and high, high in the eastern sky, against the wall of cloud, Jon saw the eagle burning. For a heartbeat it flamed brighter than a star, wreathed in red and gold and orange, its wings beating wildly at the air as if it could fly from the pain. Higher it flew, and higher, and higher still. -ASOS, Jon X
and:
His last death had been by fire. I burned. At first, in his confusion, he thought some archer on the Wall had pierced him with a flaming arrow … but the fire had been inside him, consuming him. And the pain …
Varamyr had died nine times before. He had died once from a spear thrust, once with a bear’s teeth in his throat, and once in a wash of blood as he brought forth a stillborn cub. He died his first death when he was only six, as his father’s axe crashed through his skull. Even that had not been so agonizing as the fire in his guts, crackling along his wings, devouring him. When he tried to fly from it, his terror fanned the flames and made them burn hotter. One moment he had been soaring above the Wall, his eagle’s eyes marking the movements of the men below. Then the flames had turned his heart into a blackened cinder and sent his spirit screaming back into his own skin, and for a little while he’d gone mad. Even the memory was enough to make him shudder. -ADWD, Prologue
Mel Technically Credits R'hllor
While Mel does try and seem more powerful than she actually is (for example: leaches), she also constantly credits R'hllor:
"Dalla died." Jon was saddened by that still. "Val is her sister. She and the babe did not require much capturing, Your Grace. You had put the wildlings to flight, and the skinchanger Mance had left to guard his queen went mad when the eagle burned." Jon looked at Melisandre. "Some say that was your doing."
She smiled, her long copper hair tumbling across her face. "The Lord of Light has fiery talons, Jon Snow." -ASOS, Jon XI
The Fiery Talons of Stannis' Red Hawk
Not even sure if this is intentional but I thought it lined up well:
"When I was a lad I found an injured goshawk and nursed her back to health. Proudwing, I named her. She would perch on my shoulder and flutter from room to room after me and take food from my hand, but she would not soar. Time and again I would take her hawking, but she never flew higher than the treetops. Robert called her Weakwing. He owned a gyrfalcon named Thunderclap who never missed her strike. One day our great-uncle Ser Harbert told me to try a different bird. I was making a fool of myself with Proudwing, he said, and he was right." Stannis Baratheon turned away from the window, and the ghosts who moved upon the southern sea. "The Seven have never brought me so much as a sparrow. It is time I tried another hawk, Davos. A red hawk." -ACOK, Davos I
Mel's Power
As I mentioned above, Mel does do things to seem more powerful than she actually is:
She made it sound a simple thing, and easy. They need never know how difficult it had been, or how much it had cost her. That was a lesson Melisandre had learned long before Asshai; the more effortless the sorcery appears, the more men fear the sorcerer. When the flames had licked at Rattleshirt, the ruby at her throat had grown so hot that she had feared her own flesh might start to smoke and blacken. Thankfully Lord Snow had delivered her from that agony with his arrows. Whilst Stannis had seethed at the defiance, she had shuddered with relief.
that said we have seen her do some pretty impressive things (and is the best at looking into the flames). We also get this:
My spells should suffice. She was stronger at the Wall, stronger even than in Asshai. Her every word and gesture was more potent, and she could do things that she had never done before. Such shadows as I bring forth here will be terrible, and no creature of the dark will stand before them. With such sorceries at her command, she should soon have no more need of the feeble tricks of alchemists and pyromancers. -ADWD, Melisandre I
What Else Could it Be?
The other options I often hear are that the eagle flew across the magical barrier that is the Wall, but my argument against that is that we see skinchangers cross the wall all the time ranging from Jon/Ghost to Bran/Summer and Borroq/his boar.
We also see the eagle potentially cross the wall at other times as well (unless you want to argue about how angles and eagle eyesight, etc. lol):
The skinchanger was grey-faced, round-shouldered, and bald, a mouse of a man with a wolfling's eyes. "Once a horse is broken to the saddle, any man can mount him," he said in a soft voice. "Once a beast's been joined to a man, any skinchanger can slip inside and ride him. Orell was withering inside his feathers, so I took the eagle for my own. But the joining works both ways, warg. Orell lives inside me now, whispering how much he hates you. And I can soar above the Wall, and see with eagle eyes."
"So we know," said Mance. "We know how few you were, when you stopped the turtle. We know how many came from Eastwatch. We know how your supplies have dwindled. Pitch, oil, arrows, spears. Even your stair is gone, and that cage can only lift so many. We know. And now you know we know." He opened the flap of the tent. "Come inside. The rest of you, wait here." -ASOS, Jon X
and if it was the Wall, I think the eagle would just refuse as Silverwing does here (obviously skinchanging and dragonbonds aren't exactly the same):
The men of the Night’s Watch were as thunderstruck by the queen’s dragon as the people of White Harbor had been, though the queen herself noted that Silverwing “does not like this Wall.” Though it was summer and the Wall was weeping, the chill of the ice could still be felt whenever the wind blew, and every gust would make the dragon hiss and snap. “Thrice I flew Silverwing high above Castle Black, and thrice I tried to take her north beyond the Wall,” Alysanne wrote to Jaehaerys, “but every time she veered back south again and refused to go. Never before has she refused to take me where I wished to go. I laughed about it when I came down again, so the black brothers would not realize anything was amiss, but it troubled me then and it troubles me still.” -Fire & Blood I
TLDR: While we can't conclusively prove it, Mel used her enhanced power (from being at the Wall) to kill Orell's eagle. The other main argument (the eagle flew across the Wall's magical barrier) doesn't make sense to me for the reasons listed above, but I am open to other arguments.
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2024.06.06 14:20 Spudmeister27 A recurring dream I need to put to paper

This will likely be a bit disjointed but I've had this dream a few times now with small differences across various iterations. It also just feels so specific and detailed that it leads me to think it's inspired by some movie or TV show but I can't for the life of me find anything even close.
The dream typically starts midway through an orientation being given regarding experimental equipment used for some degree of time travel. The facility it exists in is massive. Topside, it looks like some sort of military installation but events take place underground in huge concrete chambers. Hallways and staircases spiderweb out from the main equipment room and the whole space is filled with mechanics and other staff moving every which way as this machine warms up.
The primary machine area is circular, probably 150' across with a deep depression of the same shape directly in the center. In the center of this lower portion rests what appears to be some kind of turbine with two fins that span the entire hole. All of what I assume are the controls and associated monitors are installed against one wall but I don't tend to see those up close.
This is where it usually gets fuzzy and jumps around. I'll be walking through this facility and I pass this guy who looks to be barely containing an overwhelming fear that is headed up and out when we cross paths. I ultimately do travel somehow through time but inevitably I die or otherwise become incapacitated. While I'm "back in time" I end up seeing the same guy I ran into in the present but without the fear. He dies too but before he does, he explains to me that he found a way to get another chance but for some reason it's not talked about and the powers that be try to shut it down and keep it a secret. I understand in that moment that I saw another version of him, a version that figured out how to avoid his death and escape this facility. I manage to do the same but it becomes me running away after doing so. After leaving the underground portion, I'm trying to play it cool and speedwalk away and in the process run into a doctor performing some surgery on another familiar face. A man that died due to a heart problem or something that they didn't have the means to rectify before. Unfortunately, these two men that I run into are both heavily involved in the secrecy aspect and intent on keeping it that way.
This is where the dream tends to differ each time I have it. The first time, one of them pulls a gun and takes me out right then and there, waking me up. The second time, I get away from them and flag down a car that's headed out to the main road. I get in and see that in addition to a stranger driving, the same fearful man I saw in the beginning of the dream is in the car too, trying to leave. We're stopped as we round the second to last corner from the exit and suddenly I'm watching the car from 20 ft away. Through the dusty windows of these beater, I see two muzzle flashes and I know that I've been shot along with the man, and I wake up.
I had this dream again last night but this time, after evading the doctor I also choose to not get into the car but instead let it drive by. I walk myself toward the exit with anxiety building, my heart beating out of my chest as I look over my shoulder to make sure I'm not being pursued. Nobody is near me and I make it to the intersection for the main road. There are cars everywhere but no one stops me and I don't try to get into any of them. I cross the street and walk up a hill into a residential area and as I'm doing so, I wake up.
Even though I finally got away this time, I still felt sick to my stomach when I woke up. It felt so incredibly real and almost like I cheated the system. Like I got away with something I shouldn't have.
Anyway, thank you to anyone that read this far. I needed to get this all out of my head and perhaps see if any detail sounds like it may have come from some sci-fi movie or something.
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2024.06.06 13:52 Wild-Salamander4920 [NS] Embracing The Grinch - A Short Story

I have no explanation for why I wrote this other than that I felt inspired by that surprise round episode. warnings: the grinch dies, kidnapping?
You’re standing on the edge of the plane’s open door, heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. The roar of the wind fills your ears, drowning out all other sounds, and the sprawling landscape below looks like a patchwork quilt.
This is it. Your first skydive. Your best friend instantly knew she had to arrange this for your bachelorette party. You are standing on the precipice of not only committing your life to one single person for the rest of time, but also of a 100.000-foot free fall. You’ve never felt more alive.
You glance back at your friends, each one grinning and paired with their own instructor. They're laughing and high-fiving, their excitement infectious. As the bride-to-be, you’ve been promised the most thrilling experience, and the company delivering that thrill has sent you the most, well, interesting partner.
The Grinch.
You’re not entirely sure if it's the actual Grinch or just someone dressed incredibly convincingly as him. The green fur, the mischievous yellow eyes, the crooked grin—everything is spot on. You half expect to hear him muttering about roast beast and Who pudding.
He’s been more of a clown than an instructor so far, making wild gestures and pretending to fiddle with your parachute straps with exaggerated menace. Your friends find it hilarious, but you’re not as amused. His antics make you nervous, but you’re determined not to let it show. This is your bachelorette party, after all, and you’re not going to let anything spoil it.
“Nervous?” he asks, his voice dripping with mock concern.
“A little,” you admit, trying to keep your tone light. “But mostly excited.”
“Good,” he says, leaning in closer. “Because I might just decide not to pull the chute.”
You give him a sideways glance, trying to gauge if he’s joking or if he’s genuinely planning to ruin your day—or worse. “Just make sure I make it to the altar in one piece, okay?”
The Grinch winks. “No promises, bride-to-be!”
The plane climbs higher and higher, the landscape below shrinking into a mosaic of fields and roads. The lead instructor stands up and begins giving last-minute instructions, shouting to be heard over the roar of the engines. You try to listen, but it’s hard to concentrate with the Grinch’s antics continuing right next to you.
He’s making exaggerated gestures, pretending to yawn and mime falling asleep, and every now and then he reaches over to poke at your parachute harness with a mischievous grin. Your friends are in stitches, watching the Grinch’s performance and cheering you on.
You try to keep the mood light, not wanting to seem like a buzzkill. “Just remember to wake up when it’s time to pull the chute,” you joke, hoping to keep things light-hearted.
The Grinch laughs, a deep, throaty chuckle that somehow manages to be both sinister and playful. “I’ll do my best.”
As the plane reaches its cruising altitude, the lead instructor signals that it’s almost time. Your heart leaps into your throat as you look back to the open door, revealing the vast sky beyond. One by one, your friends and their instructors move to the door and leap into the void, disappearing from sight almost instantly.
Now it’s your turn. The Grinch wraps his arms around you from behind, securing you tightly to his harness. “Ready?” he asks, his breath hot on your ear.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you reply, trying to keep your voice steady.
With a smirk, the Grinch steps to the edge of the door. You take one last look back at your remaining friends, who cheer and give you thumbs up. It’s now or never.
“Here we go!” the Grinch shouts, and before you can second-guess your life choices, he leaps, taking you with him.
The sensation of freefall hits you like a truck. The ground rushes up to meet you as you plummet, the wind tearing at your clothes and hair. It’s exhilarating and terrifying all at once. You try to remember your training from this morning—arms crossed, head back—but it’s hard to think with the adrenaline pumping through your veins.
The Grinch is whooping and laughing behind you, his voice barely audible over the wind. You risk a glance and see him making ridiculous faces, clearly enjoying himself. Despite your initial misgivings, you can’t help but laugh. His antics are infectious, and for a moment, you forget your fear.
The wind is roaring in your ears as you plummet towards the earth and the Grinch continues his antics, flailing his arms and making exaggerated faces that would be comical if you weren’t hurtling towards the ground at terminal velocity. You try to focus on the instructions you were given, but his constant goofing around makes it hard.
Suddenly, he reaches over and pretends to fiddle with your parachute pack again, this time more aggressively. “Cut it out!” you yell, panic edging into your voice.
He laughs, but in the process, he accidentally undoes a taut carabiner. It snaps loose and flings back, striking him square on the head. His laughter cuts off abruptly as his body goes limp behind you.
“Grinch!” you scream, but there’s no response. Panic floods your system. Your mind races. You need to pull the chute, but with him unconscious, you’re strapped to a dead weight that’s going to make it nearly impossible. Your hands fumble for the release cord, but the Grinch’s limp body makes it hard to maneuver.
A horrifying thought occurs to you. The only way to ensure you can deploy the chute is to cut him loose. If you don’t, you might not make it—but if you do, the Grinch will certainly plummet to his death.
Time is running out. You pull your pocketknife from your belt with shaking hands. The wind tears at you as you struggle to make the cut, the ground rushing up faster and faster. You look at the unconscious Grinch one last time, your heart breaking at the impossible choice.
“I'm sorry,” you whisper, and with a decisive motion, you cut the straps binding you to him.
The Grinch’s body falls away, disappearing below you. You immediately grab the release cord and pull with all your might. The parachute deploys with a jolt, yanking you upwards and slowing your descent. Relief washes over you as you feel the canopy catch the air, but it’s tempered by the sickening realization of what you’ve just done.
You drift downwards, the landscape gradually coming into sharper focus. The adrenaline begins to fade, replaced by a cold, creeping dread. You can’t see the Grinch anymore, and you don’t know if you’ll be able to live with the decision you made in that split second.
Touching down surprisingly smoothly, you unclip yourself from the harness and collapse to your knees, breathing heavily. Your friends rush over, their faces a mix of concern and confusion.
“What happened?” one of them asks, helping you to your feet.
You shake your head, unable to find the words. “The Grinch… he…”
Before you can finish, the lead instructor runs over, his face pale. “We need to find him, now!”
The search is frantic and desperate. The skydiving team and your friends spread out, calling for help and scanning the area where he might have landed. You feel numb, each second stretching into an eternity.
Finally, someone spots a figure in the distance. You run over, your heart in your throat, only to find the Grinch lying motionless on the ground. There's a deep silence, the kind that follows a thunderclap. You drop to your knees beside him, reaching out with trembling hands to check for a pulse.
There’s nothing.
Your breath catches in your throat, a sob tearing its way out. You can’t believe it. You did this. You made the call, and now he’s…gone.
The paramedics arrive, but it’s too late. The lead instructor turns to you, his face a mask of grim professionalism. “He’s gone. There is nothing we can do.”
You’re surrounded by your friends, their comforting hands on your shoulders, but it does little to ease the guilt and horror twisting in your gut. You thought you were making the right decision. You thought you were saving yourself, but at what cost?
Hours later, back at the skydiving center, you sit with your friends, staring blankly at the wall. The celebration of your upcoming wedding feels like a distant memory. The laughter, the excitement, the thrill of the jump—all overshadowed by the heavy reality of what happened.
The skydiving company is dealing with the aftermath, but their apologies and assurances feel hollow. Your best friend sits next to you, her hand squeezing yours. “It wasn’t your fault,” she says softly. “You did what you had to do.”
“I cut him loose,” you whisper, the words barely audible. “I killed him.”
“You saved yourself,” she insists, tears in her eyes. “You had no choice.”
The lead instructor approaches, his expression solemn. “We’ve contacted his family. They understand the risks involved in skydiving, but this was a freak accident. It wasn’t your fault.”
But their words do little to alleviate your guilt. You replay the moment over and over in your mind, wondering if there was another way, if you could have done something differently.
Two years have passed since that fateful skydive, but the memory of the Grinch haunts you every day. The guilt and trauma changed you, leaving a lingering shadow over your life. Your once bubbly personality has become subdued, and the tension between you and your now husband has grown steadily.
You’re on a ski trip now, a last-ditch effort to save your marriage. Your husband suggested it, hoping the fresh mountain air and the thrill of the slopes might rekindle the spark that’s been dimmed by the weight of the past.
The resort is beautiful, nestled in the heart of the Rockies. The snow-capped peaks glisten under the clear blue sky, and the crisp air feels invigorating. But despite the picturesque setting, an invisible barrier remains between the two of you.
You sit by the fire in the lodge, sipping hot chocolate and watching the flames dance. Your husband, Jay H. Witz, sits across from you, staring into his own mug. The silence stretches between you, thick with unspoken words.
“I’m sorry,” he says suddenly, breaking the silence. His voice is soft, filled with regret. “For everything. For the way I handled things. For…cheating.”
You look up, meeting his eyes. There’s pain there, but also a desperate plea for forgiveness. “I know you’re sorry, Jay. But sorry doesn’t fix things. It doesn’t erase what happened.”
“I know,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “But I want to try. I want us to try. I miss you. The real you, the you before…everything.”
“I miss her too,” you admit, tears stinging your eyes. “But I don’t know how to find her again.”
Jay reaches across the table, taking your hand in his. “Maybe this trip can help. Maybe we can find her together.”
You squeeze his hand, appreciating the gesture but unsure if it’s enough. “I want to try, Jay. But it’s hard. Every time I close my eyes, I see him. The Grinch. I see that moment, and it’s like I’m falling all over again.”
He nods, his grip tightening around your hand. “I know. And I’m here for you. We can get through this. One step at a time.”
The next day, you hit the slopes together. The crisp air fills your lungs as you make your way to meet up with the instructor Jay had booked for the day. As you approach the meeting point, you can't help but chuckle when you see a person in a full Olaf costume waving at you enthusiastically.
"Hello! I'm Olaf, and I like warm hugs!" the instructor exclaims, doing their best impression of the beloved snowman from Frozen.
Jay laughs and nudges you. "I thought you might enjoy a little bit of fun."
You can't help but smile at the effort. "Alright, Olaf. Let's see what you've got for us today."
Olaf leads you to the ski lift, chatting animatedly about the best slopes and how much they love the snow. The voice reaches your ears slightly distorted due to the full body suit they are wearing, but you’re sure it’s a woman speaking to you. Nevertheless, you decide to play along, knowing how much thought Jay had put into this surprise.
The lift carries you higher and higher, the mountain scenery breathtaking. You try to focus on the beauty around you, pushing away the lingering shadows filling your mind.
When you reach the top, Olaf suggests taking a different route. "I've got a special trail to show you two. It's a bit off the beaten path, but I promise it's worth it."
You exchange a glance with Jay. He's grinning, eager for the adventure. Despite a nagging feeling in your gut, you nod. "Lead the way, Olaf."
Olaf takes you off the main trail, the path becoming narrower and more secluded. The trees close in around you, and you feel a growing sense of unease. Jay seems oblivious, chatting happily with Olaf about the skiing conditions.
After a while, you notice Olaf glancing around nervously, the cheerful demeanor slipping. The trail becomes more treacherous, the snow deeper and less packed. You slow down, growing more suspicious. "Olaf, are you sure this is safe?"
Olaf turns to you, the mask still grinning at you widely. "Trust me, it's perfectly safe. Just a little further."
Before you can respond, Olaf suddenly stops and turns towards you and Jay. "I'm really sorry about this," they say, voice losing the playful tone.
Before you can react, Olaf swings their ski pole, striking Jay on the head. Jay crumples to the ground, unconscious. You barely have time to scream before Olaf turns on you, knocking you out cold.
You wake up with a pounding headache, the world spinning as you try to make sense of your surroundings. You're in a small, dimly lit lodge. The rustic cabin has a chilling air to it, making your skin crawl. You try to move, but your hands are tied in front of you.
Jay lies next to you, still unconscious. Your heart races as you struggle against the bindings, the memories of what just happened flooding back.
"What's happening?" you demand, your voice cracking with fear and anger.
A laugh echoes through the room, sending shivers down your spine. Olaf steps into the light, the costume head under one arm. The mask drops to the floor, and you gasp.
Beneath the costume is a green, furry face with yellow eyes and a crooked grin. But it's not just any face—it's a female version of the Grinch.
She smirks at your wide-eyed horror. "Surprised? Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Twinch, and I believe you killed my dear twin brother.”
The revelation hits you like a punch to the gut. "Twin brother? But—"
"You didn't think you could escape the consequences forever, did you?" she interrupts, her voice dripping with malice. "My brother was everything to me. And you... you took him from me."
"I didn't mean to," you stammer, tears welling up. "It was an accident. I didn't have a choice."
Twinch's grin fades, replaced by a fierce glare. "You had a choice. And choices have consequences. And now, you're going to pay."
Fear tightens your chest as you look around, searching for any possible escape. "What do you want from us?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.
Twinch paces back and forth, her eyes never leaving yours. "I want justice. I want you to feel the pain I've felt every day since you killed him. But first, I need information."
"Information?" you echo, confused.
She stops in front of you, leaning down until her face is inches from yours. "My brother was involved in something much bigger than you could imagine. And you... you know more than you think."
You shake your head, desperate. "I don't know anything! He was just a skydiving instructor. I didn't even know his real name."
Twinch's eyes narrow. "Liar. He was part of a network, and you must know something."
"I don't!" you insist, tears streaming down your face. "Please, just let us go."
She straightens up, her expression cold and unyielding. "If you won't tell me willingly, I'll have to make you talk."
Twinch turns to a table nearby, picking up a small, sinister-looking device. She fiddles with it, her back turned to you. Panic floods your system. You tug at your bindings, praying for a miracle.
Jay stirs next to you, groaning. "W-what's going on?" he mumbles, struggling to sit up.
"Jay, we're in trouble," you whisper urgently. "That's not an instructor. It's the Grinch's sister."
He blinks at you, confusion giving way to horror. "What do we do?"
Twinch turns back to you, holding the device with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "You’re going to tell me everything I want to know. And if you don’t..." She lets the threat hang in the air.
Your mind races, searching for a way out. Twinch steps closer, and you feel a rush of desperation. "Wait," you say, trying to stall. "If you let us go, I’ll help you. I’ll do whatever you want."
She tilts her head, considering your words. "And why should I trust you?"
"Because," you say, your voice shaking, "I know what it’s like to lose someone. Please, let’s not make this worse."
Twinch’s gaze flickers with something—hesitation, perhaps. But it’s gone in an instant. "Nice try," she says coldly, "but I’m not falling for it."
She activates the device, and you brace yourself for whatever is coming. Twinch moves towards you, and you realize this might be your only chance. With a surge of adrenaline, you kick out with your bound feet, knocking the device from her hand.
"Jay, run!" you scream, using the distraction to struggle to your feet.
Jay, still disoriented but understanding the urgency, manages to get up. He stumbles towards the door, while you do your best to keep Twinch occupied.
She lunges at you, fury etched on her face. You dodge, adrenaline pushing you beyond your limits. "You won’t escape!" she snarls.
"Watch me," you retort, desperately trying to untie your hands as you back away.
Jay reaches the door and throws it open. "Come on!" he shouts, desperation in his voice.
You scramble to your feet, but in your panic, your bindings trip you up. You fall, and before you can get up again, Twinch is on you, her grip ironclad. Jay hesitates at the doorway, looking back at you with wide, frightened eyes.
"Jay!" you scream again. "Help me!"
Jay's face twists with guilt and fear, but he shakes his head and bolts out the door, disappearing into the snowy landscape. The door slams shut behind him, leaving you alone with Twinch.
"That was a mistake," Twinch growls, her grip tightening painfully around your wrist. "He won't get far."
You struggle, but it's no use. Twinch is too strong. She drags you back to the center of the room, throwing you to the floor. The impact knocks the wind out of you, and you gasp, struggling to breathe.
As you lie there, gasping for breath, Twinch looms over you, her presence suffocating. But beneath the fear and the pain, there's a spark of defiance burning within you. You refuse to let Twinch break you, refuse to let her win.
Summoning every ounce of strength you have left, you meet Twinch's gaze with unwavering determination. "You may think you've won," you say through gritted teeth, "but you don't know the first thing about me.”
Twinch's grip tightens even further, but you refuse to show any sign of weakness. You stare into her eyes, challenging her to do her worst.
For a moment, there's a flicker of uncertainty in Twinch's gaze, a hint of vulnerability that you hadn't expected. But then it's gone, replaced by cold determination.
"You're just like him," she spits, her voice dripping with venom. "Weak. Pathetic. You don't deserve to live."
But even as she speaks, you can see the doubt creeping into her eyes. You seize the opportunity, twisting and writhing beneath her grasp until you manage to break free.
With a burst of adrenaline, you spring to your feet, ready to face whatever comes next. Twinch snarls in fury, lunging at you with all her strength, but you're faster. You dodge her attack, using all your skill and agility to stay one step ahead.
As the two of you grapple with each other, a strange sensation washes over you. It's as if in this moment of chaos and danger, you've found a kind of twisted camaraderie with Twinch—a connection born out of shared pain and suffering.
And then, in the midst of the struggle, something shifts. Twinch hesitates, her anger giving way to confusion, and for the first time, you see a glimmer of something else in her eyes—a glimmer of understanding.
In that moment, you realize that Twinch is just as lost and broken as you are. She's been consumed by her quest for vengeance, blinded by her need for retribution. But deep down, beneath all the anger and bitterness, she's still just a wounded soul searching for a way to heal.
With that realization, the fight drains out of you. You stop resisting, allowing Twinch to overpower you once more. But this time, it's different. This time, there's a sense of peace in your heart, a sense of acceptance.
As Twinch pins you to the ground, her grip gentler now, you look up at her with new eyes. "I understand," you whisper, reaching out to her with a hand stained with blood and tears. "I forgive you."
Twinch freezes, her eyes wide with shock. And then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, her expression softens. "You... you forgive me?" she breathes, as if unable to believe what she's hearing.
You nod, a bittersweet smile tugging at your lips. "We're both victims here," you say softly. "But we don't have to be enemies. We can choose to let go of the pain, to find a way to move forward together."
For a long moment, Twinch doesn't move, her gaze locked with yours. And then, slowly, tentatively, she reaches out a hand to you. You take it, feeling a surge of warmth and connection as your fingers intertwine.
And in that moment, as you lie there on the cold, hard floor of the lodge, bound together by shared sorrow and redemption, you know that something beautiful has begun to grow between you and Twinch—a bond forged in the crucible of darkness, but destined to blossom into something far more powerful and profound.
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2024.06.06 13:27 StatusTonight3374 Unrequited love? Seeking advice and emotional support...! :')

I’ve had this friendship with a girl for over 3 years.
Well, I’m in love with her. From the first moment we spoke, I’ve had butterflies in my stomach.
The problem? She already has a girlfriend she loves. She called it “deep affection” more than love, but she made it clear: she loves her and intends to build a life with her.
She’s unaware of my feelings for her, since I’ve always dated boys. But I love her in the deepest and purest sense of the word, so I’ve done my best to support her and their relationship.
All I wanted was to see my friend happy, and that thought was stronger than anything.
(I have many reasons to suspect that she had romantic feelings for me for a while, but she never said anything and neither did I, respecting her)
Everything was perfect, until I found out that her girlfriend isn’t the good person I first thought. She’s insensitive, manipulative and selfish. My friend is emotionally vulnerable due to severe mental issues she had in the past, and I can clearly see this person taking advantage of this on purpose. This gf’s been unemployed for over 1 year, and still lets my friend work 2 jobs to pay the full rent while she watches youtube all day. Not only she's overly assertive, but she has no friends, no hobbies, no ambitions... All she does is to bring my friend down with her. I saw the true nature of their relationship after living with them for some time...
But well, my friend is in love and can’t see the situation she’s in. She sees this girl as her savior, but she simply went from an toxic relationship to another.
Not wanting to see her suffer, I started doing what the gf couldn’t do: I took care of her, I helped her grow, find new hobbies, I took her to the places she wanted to see, I listened to her worries, I supported her in her job, I helped her pay for the bills... She questioned our relationship a few times, wondering how it was possible that I did for her more than her gf did. Our emotional closeness and mutual understanding was so deep that she even confessed feeling like cheating sometimes. But I told her that’s what friends do in my country (she's from Asia) and she let it go...
I saw her healing week after week thanks to our time together. I literally made all her dreams come true. She said that when we're together, she feels like miracles can happen, that nobody understands her like I do, that she dreamed of a future where we could be part of each others life... Yet, when it came to choosing sides, she always picked hers. Always. And then she would say, in tears "I totally agree with you, but you're my best friend and she's my partner...". And I knew that a confession wouldn't change things.
Now, since childhood my friend dreamed of studying overseas. She said that meeting me was life-changing and inspirational, so in the past year she worked really hard to study English and save money to get a working holiday visa for this summer.
She suffered months of verbal abuse from her gf, who tried to sabotage her saying she would break up if my friend left for an extended period of time. The gf also made her believe that she wasn’t good enough to take on such a big challenge, that she’s a quitter, ecc.
We asked the gf to come along, but she said she wasn’t interested in travelling abroad (I mean, it’s not like she had a job or anything).
If you love someone, don't you want to see them happy? Don't you want to make their dream come true? Don't you want to give your everything to support them? I really don't understand... I would give up everything to follow her on the other side of the world, if that's what she wants. And I would wait for her, if she felt like she had to do this alone.
In the end, my friend decided to try anyway. I was so proud of her, I could see the results of months of therapy and effort... But she needed my help to start.
I quit my job in Asia and went back to Canada, in order to help her organize her documents and accommodation from the other side. We had 3 months apart now and everything was going the right way. She texted me every day saying she couldn’t wait for this new adventure, and that her gf had finally accepted the fact that she wanted to do this and would wait for her, ecc.
Until last week when, the day she was supposed to buy the flight tickets, she sent me a weird text saying that she realized this is not what she really wants to do and advised me to move on with my life. She said she doesn’t want to break up our friendship, but that she needs time to think about her life now.
I suspect that her gf manipulated her again, now that I'm not there to fix things, making her believe that she’s not good enough. Because my friend didn’t really give me a good reason for her sudden change of heart, she just shot some random excuses saying that she’s happy about her life and doesn’t really want to change it, that all she wants now is to live a slow life in her gf's city (and she told me many times she HATES that city, so what the hell!?), that I influenced her with my actions and words... But this is not true!!!
I was sure that the moment she left her toxic environment she would finally open her eyes and start living... I don’t know what to do now! I don't understand what happened, it was so sudden... She already quit her jobs, she got her visa, and she is even moving to her gf’s family house, so that her gf wouldn’t be alone while she’s abroad… Everything was ready to go...
We tried to speak on the phone a few times, but clearly she's not in a mental state to face this situation, I felt like talking to myself. She said she hates thinking that I'm in Canada waiting for her and that she feels like a burden, no matter what I say. She thinks that I'm doing too much for her and that she's doing too much for me, that we're trying too hard to make things work and that we should prioritize ourselves first. But it doesn't make any sense, because this is exactly what we were doing!
She used to text me everything about her daily life, and now she stopped texting (for 2 weeks), she said she's busy with the move out and doesn't want to think or talk about the future.
She was supposed to fly here next month for 2 weeks, but she cancelled the trip. It could have been the perfect occasion to spend time together and clear this situation. If I fly to Asia, her gf will be there and we won't be able to talk openly... We didn't have any fight, I just want to understand what happened.
Of course I'll wait and respect her space, even if I don't know the reason of this... But I know that she's not one who can take action or act on her feelings, so I'm afraid without making things clear she'll overthink it and fall into depression again. Time can help, but it also can make things worse and irreparable. Something small that could be cleared up quickly over a coffee, could become a wall.
I mean, she just gave up her biggest dream... All her recent life decisions were based on this, and quitting without even giving it a try might bring some dangerous regrets in the long term. Starting from next year she won't be able to get this visa for any other country due to age restrictions.
She surely feels guilty for hurting me and breaking our promise. I hurt a lot... But I don't mind, because I love her and I want to see her happy. It would be worse if she stopped talking to me, or if she couldn't look at me in the eyes because she feels awkward.
The reason why I moved back to Canada was for her, so I'd be happy to move back to Asia, if it means we can hang out together again. I really don't know what to do... What should I do if she refuses to talk after the move out is over?
Who read this till the end might say "forget her and move on", "it will get better"... But I've never been so in love in my life. If you've been in love, you know I can't do it... (Unless she tells me that's what she really wants :'))
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2024.06.06 12:30 alien_enjoyer2 Skalgans of the Steppe, part 2

This is, by far, the longest thing I've ever posted on here. As always, (any) feedback is greatly appreciated.
Also, though I don't think it's that bad, there are mentions of vomit and waste in this chapter. Again, they're pretty short, but if you're squeamish there's that. Consider yourself warned!
Enjoy!
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The stowaway.
His mouth was a sandpit. Even so much as swallowing made it feel like sharp rocks tore at his throat. His tentacles were all bound over his head, tight and painful; it'd been so long his muscles screamed for reprieve. The pain was the only thing giving him rest from the gaping hole at his stomach, almost forgotten were it not for the constant growls. Hunger was a predator's greatest sin, yet the Protector had not seen it fit to rid kinder peoples of such a curse.
Sometimes, even gods made mistakes.
It is up to us to correct the errs of creation. We were first on the stars, chosen to grow this garden. To rip out the noxious weed, and let the gentle flower bloom. He repeat for what felt like the hundredth time. His training had taught him so much; doubtless it was the reason Ibomenus had survived so far.
Sadly, it had not taught him to grow fruit from metal, or drink the moisture of the air. That dimly lit, plain room encompassed his entire world. Not even with his eyes closed could he escape it. The image lingered in his memory like an unpleasant smell.
If I die now I'll die content. Ibomenus had done Aafa a great service, leading the savage escapees to their certain doom. He shuddered at the thought of those brutes making another life among the stars. What if they ever settled, thrived even? What if, one day, they flew back to Skalga and ruined that hard fought victory? It wasn't a great prospect; Ibomenus had met creatures too cruel to put in words during his service, and the skalgans were crueler still. The fact they weren't predators made it all the worse, like a vile mockery of all the Federation's civilized species, their core tenets. There were few things that Ibomenus hated more.
As far as he could tell, the feeling was mutual. His captors would constantly taunt him, eating in front of him, cupping their hands with water, just out of reach, before sloppily drinking it. Ibo knew they got joy out of it, but he wouldn't give in. These monsters would not hear him beg or scream or cry. He was sure they did not care either way, but that little defiance helped him to keep sane, to remember himself. That and his mantra.
Rip out the noxious weed. Let the gentle flower bloom.
Whenever they left, Ibomenus would hunch over and lick off the drops that had fallen to the floor.
Regrets were of the few things his mind could dwell in. Ibomenus would never see Aafa again. He'd never see the blooms at the School of Flora, or smell the sweet air of harvest season. Even their greatest triumph to date, the pacification of Skalga, would outlive him; Ibomenus would not live to see that hell world tamed and brought to the Federation's peace. Maybe he'd be marked as a casualty, missing in action at the last days of the Struggle. He wondered how Rigemis would react, when the corps showed at her door with the notice.
Ibo wondered if she could ever forgive him.
Such precious little time that we had together. He felt he was like to cry, but fought back tears with hatred. These beasts won't break me. And I won't break myself. Be strong, Ibo, it will be over soon.
If the skalgans did not tear each other to pieces, the humans surely would. Then it would be his turn. There were no doubts in Ibo's head that his death would be painful, as much as he tried to avoid it, his mind often circled back to whatever cruelties the predators would devise for him. It kept him awake. It kept him afraid.
No. The space corps do not fear. The noxious weed...the gentle flower.
He had but a small window into the hallways, built into the door and hardly wider than his head. No sound penetrated the thick walls, and what little light passed did so obfuscated through a dirt coated glass. Nothing got in, and nothing got out. Ibomenus did not even have a place to relieve himself.
He felt a warmth trickle down his leg, slow, steady, humiliating.
The smell slowly became unbearable. It twisted his stomach and made him dry heave each time he opened his mouth to take in air. It did, at least, kill his appetite. Ibomenus had found himself in a cell made to hold monsters.
I'm no monster, he thought.
Time passed for the outside world, not so much for Ibomenus. Savages came, savages stood, savages left. And he remained still; bound, aching, above a puddle of his own making. If he squinted he could just make out blurry shadows past that small, dingy window. One of his captors tried to enter, but scrunched its nose and left with a bucket of sludge and a pawful of rotten fruit. Today they would not mock him.
He waited. He waited for long. He waited for something to happen, for the air to shift, for light to stir. For the door to slide open or be torn off it's airtight seal. For a herd of skalgans to come in, angled horns and angered faces. He waited for shadows to wake, for the planet's monsters to come in and bite and claw and rend him apart. A small part of him waited for salvation, for him to blink and be back home; away, safe. In the end, Ibo waited for so long that he found only a dreamless sleep.
When he woke he was cold. Shivering.
The atmosphere did not seem quite the same. The room was quieter, darker, emptier. Or at least it felt like. The prisoner did not know anymore, how much he could trust himself with. How long had it been? How much did he sleep? Did he really feel hungry, thirsty? What did he look like?
What did Rigemis look like?
He slouched, and the strain of his tentacles stretching made him wince. He felt a whine building in his stomach. It burned through him, chest and throat and mouth. But what came out was no sound, only bile, acid, water; and nothing else. The barf trickled down his chin and settled on the ground, where the puddle had been. Only now there was none, had there been any?
"Was there any?" He asked to the darkness, hardly recognizing his own voice. It did not answer.
Noxious weed... He tried to repeat his mantra, but his mind came up blank. The prisoners' stomach rumbled, and the thirst came back with a vengeance. He swallowed and the acrid taste of vomit made it's way down with what little spit he could conjure. He tried to grab at the pit in his abdomen, but something kept his tentacles from moving, and it hurt.
Thrashing. He felt himself spin.
Then his head exploded; or it felt like that at first. He saw light, where there was meant to be none. A bright, searing light. He tried to shrink away and shield his eyes, but he learned yet again that he could not move.
There was a figure within the light now. Tall, it seemed. Stretching from the light to his own legs, there where the barf laid. It took the prisoner a second to remember that was a mere shadow. Still, the figure proper seemed imposing. Terrifying, even, but the prisoner had no thoughts left to be afraid.
Water, the thought seemed to form on its own.
"Water?" The figure read his mind. It's voice was mellow, measured, yet foreign. "I'm afraid I've no water with me, friend. I can arrange that, but now I've come only to talk. Might I know your name first?"
Name, name. The prisoner's mind was a jumble of them. Rigemis, Ibomenus, Mallius, Hicelia, and a thousand others. One was his, he knew, but which?
"Water," he thought, or said.
The figure grew and the shadow shrank. Its steps were the loudest thing he'd heard in...some measure of time. When it got close enough, the prisoner shied from it's warmth like it would burn him.
"Ah, this place has taken quite it's toll on you, hasn't it?" There was, though maybe imagined, a hint of mockery in the figure's voice. "I apologize, on behalf of my people. Not all of us are as sensible as I, you see. You're under my care now, friend, so don't worry. I'll be back to talk soon, when you're better. We've much to discuss, you and I."
Half the words it said did not register in the prisoner's mind. "Water," he said, again and again. His words echoed feebly along unseen walls, returned to him as pathetic whimpers.
The prisoner could not tell when the bucket was laid at his feet, or when he began to lap up the liquid, ignoring the awful squelching sound his tentacles made as he stretched them to their limit. His head spun at the sudden movement when he stood upright again. Bright dots wiggled in his vision, and he fell asleep to their dance.
For valiant service during the Grain Uprising. For valiant service during the Cradle's Siege. For valiant service during the Third Skalgan Struggle...
The gravely, monotone voice filled the room. Polished walls, with a sheen too bright to look at for long, bore witness to the ceremony.
...For valiant service during the Belt Dispute. For valiant service during the Fourth Skalgan Struggle...
Touches of gold flowed along the wall, in a shape that was his people's script. He could not focus on the words: they seemed to undulate as his gaze passed them, like a drop of water fallen on a still pond.
...For valiant service on Aafa's Guard. For valiant service during the Fifth Skalgan Struggle...
A shroud of flowers was put upon him, the best of the recent harvest, if the smell was to go by. A blacksilver wire was thread along them, twisted in markings that showed his courage to the world. He was meant to be admired. He was meant to be respected.
...Ibomenus, son of Mallius and Hicelia. For your years of effort, the Federation grants you its undying gratitude. May you continue to keep Aafa's peace. May the stars grant you rest. May the Protector give you courage...
He felt the familiar pit of uncertainty in his stomach, but he could not tell the reason. In his periphery, others shifted uneasy in their spots, their faces obscured by a hazy, wobbly air, as if coal burned beneath them. What was he doing there?
...May the horrors of Skalga pass you by. May their horns break, may their legs falter...
The flower-shroud began to wilt, its blacksilver wire wriggling and scratching him with a life of it's own. The floor melted below him, revealing and endless, terrible darkness.
Afraid, he looked up.
The face was angled, sharp, crowned by two twisting horns. It's features were much too harsh, much too brutish, to belong to a civilized being; yet it spoke, and the words' meanings were pressed unto him through the discomfort in his head.
"Name," the face said, simply. It was, eerily, staring straight at him, close enough for Ibomenus to smell the stench of its breath.
Dreaming, he thought. I was dreaming. But he could not tell when the dream began or if it had ended.
"Your name, friend, so we may speak like people."
He tried to ignore it as much as he could. Ibomenus had never felt his skin so dangerously dry. A kolshian is like a flower, his mother used to tell him. Leave him to dry and he'll turn to dust inside and out. No wonder he'd been losing it, then.
"You're still not back? Shall I bring more water, maybe some food?" It did not even let Ibomenus dwell on his mother's memory.
Ibomenus felt weak, but the thing before him thrived in other's weaknesses, so he mustered what courage and anger he had left in him.
"Bring me water," he said, sneering. "And I'm like to drown you in it, beast."
The skalgan huffed. Puzzled, amused, about to gore him? Ibomenus was not one to tell.
"That is more what I expected. You'll find no luck pulling that act with me, friend. Best for both of us if you give me your name, and we discuss like civilized-"
"Civilized? What do you know of civilized! You, your trained killers, your whore Chief: Barbarians, each of you!"
The skalgan tensed. It seemed smaller than its peers, from what Ibomenus had seen of them, yet he knew it was still strong enough to kill him should it chose so.
It sighed. "Pity, and I thought we could reach an agreement," it stood up, looking at Ibomenus with one eye and the door with the other. "You'd be wise to deal with me, friend. I'm about as reasonable a skalgan as you'll meet here. The others...are not as understanding as I can be, and I can only do so much to keep you from them."
Ibomenus tried his best to laugh, but the sound that came out of him nearly made him wince.
"Consider it, friend. I'll be back soon enough." The door opened with a hiss, and the skalgan disappeared behind the blinding light.
He was alone once more.
And he remained so.
Slowly, over the course of what felt like a long time, Ibomenus began to lose himself again. He tried speaking to the overwhelming emptiness around him, until his throat became too coarse to form long speech. He tried to get lost in dreams, until those dreams became too cruel, or disappeared altogether. Whenever he was at the teetering edge of delirium, the skalgan would come again.
"Name," it always started.
Ibomenus, when he found himself lucid enough to do so, would only insult it.
"Water," was the only thing he said the rest of the time.
Food would only come from the twisted horns skalgan's paw, and what little of that insult-called-water he got was, also, always delivered by it. It would talk, while Ibomenus ate from the floor like some animal, tentacles stretched and tearing.
"Name," it said first.
Ibo only ever saw and, apart from his own feverish babble, only ever heard that same skalgan's voice.
"Name." Again.
He'd hear it when he was alone, awake or asleep, it did not matter.
Name, name, name, name... The sound was incessant.
One day, he was specially cold and hungry, thirsty and pained, alone. That day, the cell felt specially small. That day, it seemed like the darkness at the corners of his vision encroached on him. That day, Ibomenus thought of home like he'd never done before.
That day, he broke.
"Ibomenus," he said, before the skalgan ever had a chance to ask for it again.
There was a pause, and regret came to him almost instantly. He tried to swipe at the air, as if he could whisk away the sound before it reached his captor's ears. It, of course, did not work, and Ibomenus only pained himself more with his struggle.
The sliding door closed in a more gentle way than anything Ibo thought these savages could manage, and for a few maddened seconds he allowed himself to believe that a rescue had come.
"I-bo-me-nus," a voice said in an accent so thick even the translator had trouble managing it. His hopes died instantly. "A mouthful, really, but I've come to learn that's the norm with kolshian names."
It was, again, the twisted horns skalgan. Ibomenus tried to summon his hatred, but found in himself an empty pit. He could not even will himself to pretend to be dry-crazed. In all respects, body and mind, Ibomenus felt irredeemably tired.
And yet, he tried. "What could you ever know about my people, monster?"
"More than you can imagine," it said.
The skalgan examined him, horizontal pupils leveled at Ibomenus' bound form. It had amber eyes, with a shine that was almost like shrewdness. "My own name is Rithek, I hope you can call me by that instead."
Rithek. The name carried with it a faint whisper, something resembling a memory. The ship's bridge?
Suddenly, his mind sparked with recognition. "You... I know you."
Rithek perked up at a sound from the door, where a blurry shadow stood, barely visible through the glass. "Ah, we'll leave it here for now. I'm sorry, but we're all quite busy. Rest well, Ibomenus, we'll talk more when I return."
With that, he was once again alone in the shadows of his prison. Now, however, his mind was far from empty. Rithek...that's one of the two that dragged me to the captain's quarters. It laughed when their Chief threatened to hook me...and broke one of my tentacles when I spoke. It seemed amicable now, but in truth it was as barbaric as the rest of its ilk.
If it gets too close again, Ibomenus thought, I'll bite its eyes out.
He did not have much time to dwell on such predatory thoughts: the next time the door opened, an unfamiliar set of horns walked through, pushing a small cart. It grumbled as it walked, gaze flittering between Ibomenus and the leftovers.
Only it was not the same, half-rotted leftovers that he'd been seldom fed during his imprisonment. For a moment, Ibo marveled at the cart, completely forgetting about the primitive pushing it. There was a side of ripe, round drooples, deep, deep purple and each as big as two of his eyes. Behind them a helping of bitterherbs whose smell reached him even from afar. Most important of all, a bowl of clear, honest water; not that dirt-brown sludge he'd been drinking off drips. Ibomenus could scarcely believe what he saw.
He could believe it even less, when the skalgan began to unbind him.
Ibomenus dropped to the floor as soon as the pressure released. The chains that once restricted him swayed and clinked harmlessly on the ceiling; he could still feel the shadow of their grip lingering on his limbs.
Why, was his immediate thought. If they mean to tempt me...what if this water is Earth-tainted? No, it's far too clean. Ibomenus glared at the cart for a long while, not even noticing the skalgan leave. I could throw it on the ground, pissing on it would send a message. A member of the space corps is not so easily swayed... he sniffed the air. But it smells so good...a snack would be no harm, if only to regain strength. Yes, just a bit, then I'm throwing it on the ground.
Before he knew it, the cart was empty.
He filled his head with air and let it sag as he relaxed. His limbs trembled, and having them down felt unnatural after being bound for so long; still, he welcomed that freedom. It was not until some time later that he cursed himself for his weakness.
Then came another cart, bearing much the same. Then another, with sweet holics instead of bitterherb, or steamed alglem instead of drooples.
Ibomenus never considered himself exceptionally clever. He was more than content to leave the hard thinking for others, to follow the orders of those who knew better than him. Ibomenus always strived to keep in line, and be as of little disturbance as possible. Like that, he'd served Aafa's peace for many a year.
That said, even he could read the gifts plain.
Tell more, get more.
For each cart, Ibomenus told himself it would be the last he ate. Each bite was filled with self-loathing, and with each swallow he reminded himself that he was Ibomenus, son of Mallius and Hicelia, loyal servant of the Federation, brave soldier of the space corps. He had to keep saying it as he ate, lest he forget.
To rip out the noxious weed, and let the gentle flower bloom.
He ate every single piece and was left wanting.
When the door opened again he was not met with the smell of food. Rithek stood overshadowed by two brutish looking guards, armed with kolshian-made plasma weaponry.
"You are looking better now. Stand, kolshian," Rithek said assertively.
Ibomenus kept himself low, tentacles coiled around him should he need to spring up and flee. The door was wide open, and there was a hidden passage not far from the holding cells, near the armory. With his recent meals, Ibomenus felt in himself a renewed strength. If I can slip past the two guards...
Rithek stomped towards him. "Stand, kolshian, or I'll make you."
Ibomenus stood on instinct. The skalgan turned and whispered something to its guards, who stomped to stand in his blindspot in a way that made him squeamish.
"Follow. You so much as look off-path and I'll have these two beat you senseless. They're both nasty fuckers, though, so they might well just kill you."
Ibomenus heard a growl from behind, and hurried to follow after Rithek. It was strange to have the skalgan treat him so harshly, where before it'd been nothing but amicable. They were enemies, of course, but that sudden change in attitude still left Ibomenus disconcerted. Maybe he'd offended it by eating the offerings? Was it a test of strength? Whatever it was leading him to, it could not be good, Ibomenus knew.
They walked for long, up and up, made small by the petals molded into the walls and the golden scriptures flowing through them. Ibomenus distracted himself from his probable impending doom by reading them.
Ours is the right, ours is the garden.
Aafa's peace: our burden, our duty, our legacy!
Sow the seeds, though you might never see them grow: The war of our time is peace for the future!
When they stopped it was not near the hangar like he'd thought, nor to a bridge filled with skalgans clamoring for his execution. It was, to his surprise, the captain's quarters door that stood before him. Rithek pawed at it until it opened with a hiss, and he motioned at Ibomenus to enter. The guards stayed behind and disappeared behind the heavy door as it closed.
Ibomenus had only been to the captain's quarters when the skalgan Chief Ilytha imprisoned him there, and now it was much the same as it was then. The same metal-roots, the same trophies and honors, the same blacksilver wire stand. There was even the image that Ibomenus had picked from the ground the first time he stayed in the quarters. When he saw it at first, Ibomenus searched and found himself way in the back of the frame. It was old, very old. The captain that stood in the center had since moved to a cozy desk job in the outer gojid colonies, and a lot of the faces that were frozen in time had died during the Struggle or elsewhere. Ibomenus wondered, briefly, if there were anyone still alive in that picture who remembered him.
"Now we may talk. I hope the walls here don't have ears," Rithek's voice startled him out of contemplation. "I'm sorry about the roughness, Ibomenus. Nasty but needed."
Ibomenus was too busy to respond. Where would I hide a passage in the captain's quarters? He looked to the bed: too obvious. He looked to the stand: too visible. Everything was covered in those metal roots, which made it even harder to discern the walls beneath. What would I even do afterwards? He could blow the ship's reactor, but surely the skalgans had already spread around. He could go into hiding and live off rations, until he starved or dried out. He thought to fight the skalgan for a moment before discarding the thought. Ibo had no hope of overpowering one of these savages, not even one so gaunt as Rithek.
Instead, he asked. "Why?"
"Why?" Rithek chewed the question in some alien mockery of thought. "Self preservation, friend, same reason I stomped on your tentacle when you insulted the Honorable Chief. Those guards are Vilthor's warriors, and that makes them Ilytha's as well."
Ibomenus should've kept quiet, not deigned to converse with the primitive. But...
Tell more, get more.
"And you don't trust them?"
"Oh no, I trust them. Fought with them, killed with them," Rithek said as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "But they've not a brain between them. They're convinced I've been a cruel gaoler, and that's an appearance worth keeping. Chief Ilytha's been getting quite a bit of pushback for letting you live as long as she's done."
Ibomenus was confused. "The food...the water."
"Me and mine's work. As far as anyone else knows, you've been feeding on shit and mud. Though even among duskborn there were complaints against my idea; but we tend to be more open-minded...sensible, I believe I told you before."
Ibo gurgled. It was not a laugh. "But...why? Why go through the trouble? If it risks your standing, why not let them...have their way?"
Rithek's eyes seemed to shine with that same shrewdness as before. It disquieted Ibomenus; despite their side-facing nature, they did not seem preylike at all.
"I guess it's better I spoke plainly. Chief Ilytha led us for long, and did so as best as could be expected under our circumstances. When it comes to warfare, her mind is sharp as a shadedstalker's claws. I'm sure you know."
I do. I saw the burnt cities. The dead bodies, beasts feasting on the slain, as they were left to rot. Ibomenus held his tongue.
Rithek continued. "I am afraid, however, that her days as Chief are numbered. Halfhorn left with many able bodies, and a few dawns ago she began to send parties after him. All the while, the sick are mounting and the ship's supplies are emptying. That and she seems convinced there is a danger lurking in the dark."
"There is," Ibomenus said.
"Is there?" Rithek looked unconvinced. "Be that as it may. She still has friends among the dawnfolk, dusk clans and her own people, but those are dwindling, and it is only a matter of time before..."
It trailed off for a moment, landing his gaze on the door as if to check it was still closed. "Do you know how the Children of Twilight choose their leaders? By tradition, a ruling Chief may only be replaced upon their death, or through a duel. This was true for Rrago, Ilytha's father, as it was true for Ulmythor, another Chief of the strip, as it was for a thousand others like them. The dawnfolk choose by bloodline, though it is no less archaic than the twilight tribes' approach.
"Before you kolshians came, Skalga was centuries deep in stagnation. The dawnfolk were content to let drooling children lead them, and the twilight tribes raided both their neighbours or let us trade through what sparse settlements they had. Our elders were quite happy when your ships touched skalgan soil. 'Here comes a wise race,' they thought, 'to lifts us from our ignorance'."
Ibomenus felt a strange pride at the way the skalgan spoke.
"And then you fuckwits began to burn it all until there was no choice but to fight back," Rithek said with uncharacteristic venom in it's voice.
"We-"
"Spare me the primitive talk, Ibomenus, I've heard it plenty. Truth is, had you erred on the side of subtlety, our elders would've been more than inclined to help you with your Rebirth," Rithek's teeth clicked. "But I digress. My point is: I wish to avoid that same stagnation to befall our new home. If, no, when Ilytha is replaced, I want her spot handed onto capable paws, and I want the transition to be smooth and bloodless."
"Capable paws...yours?"
Rithek chuffed. "Maybe, maybe not. I'm not hungry for power, but concerned for my people and their future."
If it was being sincere or not, Ibomenous could not tell. The skalgan's expressions had become increasingly difficult to read, even more so than they already were.
"And what do you need me for? You still haven't answered that."
"But I have. Like I said, Ilytha's mercy towards you has been scandalous, to say the least." Rithek trailed the metal roots with it's tail. "Her friends are still many, dwindling, but many. Her fall is inevitable, but it may come slowly, and time is a luxury we do not have. Supplies are running low, sickness keeps spreading, it may well be that our opportunity comes too late. Ilytha's dancing at the edge of a cliff, your presence could be...that little push.
"The reason I'm here with you is I convinced her I could make you talk. And you will do just that: you will go to her, you will tell her all about these horrors, you will counsel her, listen to her, stay by her side. And you will keep faith with me. That is all that you will do."
Ibomenus' throat was a knot, his feelings were somewhere between outraged and afraid. "What do I care for your politics? Rip each other to pieces, if you have to. Why would I help you?"
"Because if you do not, I will go out. I will tell Ilytha that you're silent as a crypt, and I will convince her that you're no use," Rithek spoke with a softness that betrayed his message. "Then, the crowd will have at you. Mother knows what'll happen to you then."
Even in the captain's quarters, Ibomenus felt himself in that dark little cell again. He swallowed a mess of fear. "You think I'm afraid to die? I gave up my...life to Aafa the moment I joined the...space corps."
"I told you before, Ibomenus, I know kolshians better than you can imagine. You're far from the first squid I've tested this method on," the skalgan's shadow seemed too large for such a small frame. "I've found that, after the first meal is offered, there's only two responses. The first is defiance, they refuse to eat, throw it on the ground, tear it to bits. Those are always useless to work with, so they're dispatched. The second, though, those that eat. They'll tell anything to save their hides: supply locations, training camps, munitions stockpiles. Knowledge was my trade in the rebellion, and I got very good at it."
It's twisted horns twisted further. "I know what you are, Ibomenus. We all have our acts, and yours ran so deep you convinced yourself of it. But in truth, deep down, you're a coward; you will help me, because you want to live."
He tried hard, very hard, not to break. Truly, in that moment, Ibomenus wanted nothing more than to throw himself at the skalgan and strangle him, force him to call the guards and die with one last act of defiance. Instead, he gave a weak step and planted himself among the root-laden floor.
Rithek's voice mellowed out again. "Think it over, friend. I hope to have your answer by dusk."
They led him back to the dark, quiet cell. There, Ibomenus found himself truly alone, with not even his thoughts to keep him company. As if to add insult, one last cart was delivered, bearing every morsel the others had carried.
He ate all of it.
When Rithek came back, it did not even need ask him. Ibomenus simply stepped through the door's threshold, like a practitioner in Flora all too eager to serve. He tried his best to act as the broken animal Rithek surely saw him as.
By the Chief's side, I may still be able to cleanse the skalgan menace, Ibomenus looked to Rithek, walking smugly by his side. Deceiver. Savage. Idiot. You think you have me beat? I'm a kolshian of the space corps, my loyalties lie with Aafa, not brutes and their plots.
He said none of those things, naturally, they all remained safe in his thoughts.
The hangar groaned open to the kolshian's nightmares. It was, although small and yet unfinished, a blooming skalgan settlement, at the ship's shadow. He recognized the emergency tents, and some of the ship's metal panels had been used to mount rudimentary roofs over patches of the swaying grass. There were, even, some small squares made of the same panels that could only be houses.
It was teeming with life. Rithek's words had painted a grim picture, and there were signs of sickness; specially near the isolated, bigger tents, where some skalgans laid lethargic against the ground. But there was also a sense of...mundanity to the settlement. Children ran and played and fought amongst the stalks. Some skalgans worked on more of the crude, metallic houses. Others just lounged about, carried food, water, dug or slept in the ditch that others were digging. Far away, figures stood a lazy watch to the horizon. Ibomenus found himself enjoying the sight, before remembering what these people were. And where they were.
Earth belied a terrible truth. Worst of all, most of these savages were too backwards to believe it.
At the feet of the ramp was Chief Ilytha, looking at him with that same loathing stare he'd come to expect. It looked, as far as Ibo could tell of aliens, in better shape than he last saw it. No longer had the Chief that sunken posture, or that disheveled mat of fur atop its head. Though, as he got closer, Ibomenus did notice its eyes were duller, tired, not so much with a fire in them as embers that slowly fizzled out. For someone so cruel and vicious, the Chief Rebel of the skalgans seemed more a tired, brow-beaten mayor than a feared warrior.
"It talked?" The Chief asked.
"Yes, Honored Chief. Took a while, and some unsavory methods, but it has agreed to tell us all it knows about what's out there."
Ilytha examined him with those dull green eyes. "And I can trust it to be truthful?"
"That is much to ask of a kolshian, Chief, but I believe so. I've made the consequences of lying abundantly clear to it. Haven't I, kolshian?" Rithek sneered at Ibomenus.
He did not have ears to flick in agreement, so he blew and sagged his head and hoped the gesture would translate. It did not, but Ilytha took its servants words for answer enough.
"Walk with me," Ilytha said, before turning back to Rithek. "Thank you, Rithek, rest for now. I intend to lead the next search party, and I want you with me when we part."
Rithek flicked its ears and left. Ibomenus could not be glad enough to be rid of it, even if he was now stuck with the, presumably, much worse "Honored" Chief Ilytha. The Chief, for its part, didn't spare Ibomenus more than the occasional side glance to confirm he was still following.
"You told me before that there are horrors in the dark," it began. "If there is something I need to protect my people from, I want to know all about it. Where they come from, how they look, how they think, everything."
For all the good it will do you. Ibomenus thought. Still, he had trust to earn, so he began to talk.
Or he would've done so, were it not for the thundering beneath his feet. He stopped himself, heart rising to his throat. No, he thought. Not now. It kept increasing, louder, stronger, nearer: thud, thud, thud...
Until there was a shout.
"Halfhorn! It's Halfhorn and the others! They're all back!" Someone cried. It was one of the skalgan lookouts he'd seen from far away, running back in leaps.
The Chief, and every other skalgan within earshot, rushed out the settlement at once. Ibomenus was sure that, without the Chief's attention, he would be torn apart by an angry crowd, but it seemed that whoever this 'Halfhorn' was, he was plenty more interesting than the kolshian in their midst. This particular kolshian was grateful for that.
He slithered through the crowd with ease, placing himself at the front, by the Chief's side. Still, no one paid him any mind.
There was a thin line on the horizon, getting closer, shaking the ground. It kept getting longer, and longer, walking out of the setting sun like a dark, thin tentacle feeling its way across the land. The line kept getting nearer, and the shaking stronger. It wasn't until they were right in front that Ibomenus noticed their downcast look, their hunched posture.
One of the defeated-looking skalgans stepped forward, and met Ilytha's glare with something that resembled regret. "Ilytha, Chief, oh, Mother forgive us! It was true, all of it! The horrors-"
Ibomenus felt blood drain from his entire body.
The Chief's tail swished from side to side, batting away stalks of grass. "Horrors? Do you mean that..."
Another skalgan, even more weary looking, stepped out the line and knelt at the Chief's feet.
"Half again as tall as any of us! Four-legged, two headed things, two fleshy flaps around the sides and what looked like arms growing out their upper necks!" It spoke faster than it could draw breath. "We tried to scare them away with a few shots, but it didn't work. Halfhorn charged to fright them and...and..."
Another one interjected, carrying a stick with feathers on one end and a sharp, metal bit in the other. It was glistening with orange blood.
"Beasts! Demons! Monsters, I tell you, Monsters!"
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2024.06.06 11:51 Stoic_with_a_cause **"Cosmic Coffee and Kindness: Scribbles on the Walls of Understanding"**

So picture this: You're sitting in a cozy corner, sipping your coffee (or tea, if you're feeling rebellious), and the universe leans in. Not a full-on cosmic bear hug—more like a conspiratorial wink. And in that caffeinated haze, you wonder: What if kindness had its own equation? 🤔
The Equation:
🌟 e = mc² (with a twist)
  1. e (Energy):
    • That's you, my fellow stardust enthusiast. Not the "I just ran a marathon" kind of energy, but the "I held the door for a stranger and didn't spill my coffee" vibe.
    • Your electrons jitterbug with goodwill, your protons do the electric slide, and your quarks? Well, they're doing interpretive dance.
  2. m (Mass):
    • Forget protons and neutrons. We've got the Mass of Virtues (mᵥ) and the Mass of Values (mᵢ).
    • mᵥ: Heavy stuff—compassion, empathy, and understanding. It's like carrying a backpack full of warm fuzzies. You know, the kind that makes you tear up during Pixar movies.
    • mᵢ: Lighter than a cloud—authenticity, integrity, and kindness. It flits around like a caffeinated butterfly, high on cosmic nectar.
  3. (Cosmic Connection Squared):
    • Imagine the speed of light as the ultimate Wi-Fi. Now square it. Boom! Cosmic bandwidth.
    • When you upvote a post, reply to a comment, or send a virtual hug, you're surfing this celestial web. No buffering, just heart emojis and the occasional cat GIF.
Simulation Theory: Neo's Kindness Code (in Python-ish):
```python def spread_kindness(e, m_v, m_i): passion = e * (m_v + m_i) # Passion, not red pill or blue pill. return passion

Example: Neo's cosmic DMs

user1 = "Trinity" user2 = "Morpheus" kindness_level = spread_kindness(42, 7, 9)
print(f"{user1} sent {kindness_level:.2f} units of good vibes to {user2}.") ```
The Scribbles on the Walls of Understanding:
So, here's the twist. I've been to CA5150—the place where long-sleeved sweaters hug you like overprotective grandmas. Yay, right? But listen up, because this isn't a thesis defense. I'm not the human version of a walking encyclopedia. Nope, I've got behavioral quirks, and I've danced with chaos like it's a tipsy partner at a wedding.
Here's the secret sauce: Me. Yeah, the moving baggage—the sum of my values (like the community potluck) and my virtues (battle scars and all). It's like having tons of melanin in some parts of the world—adapting, surviving, and tagging life events like a graffiti artist with commitment issues.
And those moments when they looked at me like I was a glitch in the matrix? Throat punch! 🥊 Because kindness isn't theoretical; it's the real-life cheat code. We're all scribbling on the walls of understanding, hoping someone else reads our cosmic graffiti.
Disclaimer: This post is as real as that one stubborn pixel on your screen. Be excellent, my fellow scribbler, and may your coffee always be the right temperature. ☕🌌
Feel free to share this with fellow cosmic wanderers. And remember, even in this digital dance, you matter. Your kindness ripples through the code, creating constellations of hope. 🌠❤️
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2024.06.06 11:19 DigitizedBass The Widowed and the Lost

AU Directly Post-Heresy 1/??
Heavy footfalls steadily made their way through the eerily quiet halls of the “Her Last Light.” The Retribution-class ship’s machine-spirit could be heard through her constant growls and rumbles, but amongst her sisters she was a notably quiet ship. A perfect reflection of the somber crew and even more stoic marines that called her home.
Marikus appreciated her compliant silence. It allowed him time to collect his thoughts, to banish the incessant shrieking of the enslaved passengers of his soul. Lesser daemons his Father had taught him and his brothers to subjugate. Well, his true brothers. Now he had more brothers, from different mothers and fathers, but they were united on “Her Last Light.” Such was their collective pain.
Marikus passed one of his new brothers, tinkering with the mechanical arm he had recently replaced, his black ceramite reflecting the sparks coming from his augmented fingers. He had his helmet on, even as his left leg, mechanical as it was, sat on the floor next to him. Cord was originally of the Iron Hands, but they were all part of the Widowed and Lost now. His brother nodded to Marikus, who jutted his chin in kind towards the helm. “I need to speak with my Father.” Marikus told his brother. Cord rose, re-attaching his leg as he did so. As the servos whined, Marikus heard a grunt from Cord. He assumed it was from his nerves attatching to metal again, although Marikus was naive to his brother’s intricacies and pains. For all the teaching of his Mother, Marikus respected the Iron Hands ability to adapt to pain and loss, perhaps this unification of purpose could be a teaching lesson for all of them.
“Good, I’ve been waiting for one of you to leave your throne-damned ‘meditation’ chambers. I need to speak with mine as well. We may as well go together.” Cord responded through a thickly voxed voice, his mouth replaced not long ago, after his head was nearly sheared from his torso. Marikus was there when that happened, he brought him back, still feeling the pulse of his hearts on his back.
Meeting with their Fathers was no longer the simple matter that it once was. While they were moving through the warp, neither was to be interrupted. The results could be disastrous. That was nothing new for the Widowed and Lost, all they had was disaster after disaster. So interruptions were necessary. And to be fair, they were currently moving slowly and aimlessly, awaiting another to awaken after Marikus was able to extract the necessary information from him.
The two angels walked side by side through the walk ways, nodding to mortals and brothers alike. Marikus could never fathom how mere mortals survived on this warp-tainted ship, but survive they did. Some mutated, but none lost their minds. A rare thing amongst Imperial Citizens so close to the taint of the warp. Although, Marikus found himself admitting, they were no longer Imperial Citizens.
It wasn’t long before Marikus and Cord stood in front of the conjoined Astropathy and Bridge of ‘Her Last Light.” Space Marines were immune to fear, but both brothers stealed themselves for what they were about to see. Their Fathers were far changed from the sons’ fond memories of them. After a brief moment, and many deep breathes, they were startled to hear the hissing of the doors opening without their pressing of the controls, as they heard the voice of one of the Triumvirate speak within their minds.
“Enter children….”
As the door shot open, Marikus had to allow the scene to wash over him. There standing almost 10 feet tall stood a daemon of immense presence. Clothed in robes of old Colchisian runes mixed with darker runes that swirled around the cloth. All of which did nothing to hide the monstrous form underneath. Black skin, covered in knotted tendrils of flesh and stone, elongated arms ending in claws longer than mortal men’s legs that reached the floor. Beast-like legs powerful enough to out pace a marine at full sprint. With a crown of horns protruding from the skull of a greater daemon slain for his Father to take upon this form, his Father was nothing like his former self. Until he removed his skull mask, revealing the human face still there, untouched by corruption. Looking upon the untainted face of his Father, Marikus could almost feel like he was still on Monarchia, laughing at his Father’s off color jokes and humors, but those days were gone, so too was his Father’s smile. All that was left was the hardened expression of a man determined to bring about the death of gods….
Cord ignored the abomination that was the Urizen’s lover, instead focusing on his own once-mortal Father. Where once a simple but brilliant mechanist would have sat, an amalgamation of mechanical devices sat in the Captain’s throne, connected into ‘Her Last Light’ through thousands of instruments. What remained of his flesh must have been buried beneath tones of metal, as the throne may have well been a sarcophagus of a dreadnought. The only portion showing that a humanoid was even in there was a helmeted head, with a gleaming silver hand insignia. Without a doubt, Cord thought, Her skull was in that sarcophagus, where his Father could protect what little of Her he still had. Cord wondered to himself idly for but one moment how his Father could bear to have that constant reminder with him, how his grief didn’t drive him insane, before accepting that everyone on this throne-damned vessel was insane. Some more so than others…
“You have news my son.” His Father spoke through the Warp itself, causing silencing pain to the lesser slaves within Marikus, a reprieve that only his terrible voice could cause. Marikus bowed as was customary to his Father, before giving his report. “I do Father. As per usual, you were right, the lies held a kernel of truth within them. We simply need to follow the screams as the Do-, The Blood-Lord, assumed.” Marikus caught himself before he almost named the Angel’s consort by their now unused title. “Good work Marikus, I take it my Brother succumbed to his…affliction before he could explain further?” Marikus nodded. “A shame, I very much would have wanted to speak with him, perhaps when he is feeling more himself.” Everyone in the room knew that the Blood-Lord was lucid consistent enough, yet there were times when he drifted off, looking to things unseen to all but Marikus’s Father, who would look off with him, understanding the insanity of grief.
“Then we are to delve deeper Father?” Marikus could not restrain himself, his curiosity had gotten the better of him. Before his father could respond, a deafening whirring sound came from the Captain’s Throne before a purely Voxxed voice clicked into focus.
“As deep as we must, Praetor. We follow the screams into the Warp itself. If we are to find our allies, we have to save them.” The Iron-Father’s voice was like thunder in a storm, “Cord, report.” Before the whirring ceased. Cord stepped forward and kneeled in front of his Father’s tomb. “Yes Father. We have finished the project with your guidance. All system are fully operational, and you only need to connect yourself in. Mother would be proud.” A grinding sound resonated through the ship at that, a response Cord has learned to read as a smile from his otherwise restrained Father, which brought one to Cord face, despite himself.
“Good, I will cut down that treasonous Snake myself!” An echo ran through the halls, and with it a growl from ‘Her Last Light.’
“But not alone Brother, you shall not be alone when you bring judgement. Of that I promise.” Marikus’s Father resounded only to those in the room, as he laid a clawed hand on the tomb. The kindness the Brothers showed to each other was mirrored only to the kindness they showed to their sons. The moment was cut short by a deep groaning of the ship, followed by the whirring of warning signs. “Looks like our Brother has awoken,” groaned the sarcophagus, “please make sure he doesn’t destroy my ship?”
Deep in the brig of ‘Her Last Light,’ Ulrik was spending quality time with his own Father. If being thrown around like a training dummy counted as quality time.
“HALTHOR,” the raging once-mortal screamed, picking up Ulrik as if he were a child, and slamming him into the reinforced wall behind him. Ulrik had already filled the room with enough anesthetic gas to put 40 elephants to sleep, permanently, yet still his Father raged on, coming in an out of consciousness as his body flailed and flung anything within arms reach, which mostly happened to be Ulrik.
“FATHER, ITS ME, it’s Ulrik, Halthor’s dead Father, she’s dead!” Rarely did his Father hear through the fugue state of the Black Rage, but eventually he would relent, and his sanity would return. Thankfully, this was one of those rare times.
“Ulrik, oh throne, I’m sorry my son, I’m so sorry.” The once-mortal apothecary lifted his son, gently this time, as if Ulrik wasn’t a genetically enhanced super soldier. “I should be better at this son, I-I’m sorry.” His Father’s scarred face showed remorse and hurt enough to rend Ulrik’s own heart.
“Think nothing of it Father, we all fight the Blood’s curses. And truly Father, you are one of the few that ever seems to return to us consistently, so please, no more apologies.” Ulrik consoled his father as he hit the switch to remove the gas from the room. A beeping begun, indicating the process.
“With your will then, how long was I….gone for this time?” Father still never wanted to refer to much about the Black Rage, nor his Thirst as if ashamed of his failings, but honestly, Ulrik’s Father did deal with it better than even some of the most stoic of his Blooded Brothers, so Ulrik saw no shame towards his Father.
“By my calculation, as the warp twists everything, either 2 days or 27 minutes. I feel more inclined to the latter.”
Truly warp travel was a gamble each time, less so for one with an astropath of note. When you have your own greater daemon leading you through the warp, one would assume that the warp’s many difficulties would be moot, but as our daemon is counter to chaos itself, perhaps that is why we find ourselves constantly lost.
Ulrik’s Father, known to the rest of the Triumvirate and their sons as The Blood Lord, began to clean up his room. Or more accurately, his cell. The Blood Lord’s affliction was more arbitrary than any of Ulrik’s kin, and Ulrik’s Father was the one to ask for a reinforced cell, to be treated as a prisoner, rather than one of the 3 leaders of our host. Ulrik assisted him, returning his painting instruments, while trying to ignore the one section of his cell that was spotless, untouched by his Fathers rage: where he kept the portrait he made of Sanginia. A personal painting, the artistry is perfect however, capturing her kind half-smile, as she read from a book, her wings folded behind her as she leaned in an alcove of the keep on Baal. One of the last remaining images of his Mother. Ulrik could not look at the image, nor any of his brothers, the pain was too visceral, too real. His Father, however, had told him that he needed it, to remind him what it was all for. To bring him back from the edge. Ulrik was always blown away by his Father’s natural honesty, and his determination to complete his vengeance. Finally, mercifully, the beeping stopped and it was safe for Ulrik to remove his helmet.
“She says that we are close.” The Blood Lord finally said after cleaning was finished. “If we continue following the screams of rot we will find a beacon to Her sister. We can save her……” Unlike Mother is what Ulrik thought to himself, but would never speak aloud. It was why we all joined with Malal and The Iron-Father. It was why they came to us, a band of broken men and their sons, hoping for an impossible chance at redemption. “She won’t show me Abbadon, no matter how much I beg. No matter how much I want his skull. No matter how much I want to reunite him with his treasonous Mother and Father. She says, ‘with time my love.’ As if….” Ulrik’s Father trailed off. So Ulrik rose to finish. “As if we will be coming back here. If that is true, than let it be, Father, Mother saw much, and has never led us astray. I trust her word through your meditation as I did from her own mouth.” Ulrik spoke with as much compassion and honesty as was possible for an Angel of Death, placing his gauntleted hand on his Father’s smaller shoulder. It was always an oddity, to admire and follow a being so much smaller than him, but Ulrik was aware that his Father was as strong, if not stronger, than a Custodies. The Blood effects all differently.
“It seems our comrades come to check up on us my son.” He motioned for Ulrik to open his cell, and with a press of a few buttons on his wrist mounted system, the door hissed open, revealing two forms, the daemonic inky blackness covered in robes that was the Lord of Grief and Love, and his Praetor, garbed in red ceramite covered in esoteric runes that glowed gold and with a cream tabard and robes, a crozius arcanum and numerous ancient tomes around his waist; Marikus. His helmet off, as was usual for the chaplain turned praetor, his olive skin unblemished other than the runes that glowed and moved around the right side of his face, the only visual indication of his continued dabbling within the warp. He smiled, bowing towards Ulrik’s Father first, then nodded to Ulrik in kind.
“Lord of Blood, and High Priest, I informed my lord of our finding in the Immaterium,” the Lord of Grief and Love nodded slowly, “and we came to ascertain whether it was time to continue?” Ulrik couldn’t help but smile as the WordBearer spoke, his voice like smooth velvet, deep with a twinge of Colchisian in his high gothic. Ulrik found that he enjoyed the sound of the Praetor’s voice more than nearly anyone else’s(baring of course his Mother). “Father has just recovered from a spell of his….affliction, and I-“ Ulrik was cut off as his father placed a hand onto his chest, while he walked towards our companions, interjecting, “Fear not brother, I’ve returned successful from my madness. My Love says her Sister fights yet.”
The Daemon looked at his son, who nodded, as Ulrik assumed that Malal was speaking to Marikus to not possibly harm those uninitiated to his voice. They passed in silence while Marikus seemed to chew on his fathers words, as Ulrik helped his father into his personal power armor, before Marikus finally asked, “Was she corrupted?” A simple question to many, but to the Widowed and Lost, corruption is a tricky thing.
The Lord of Blood stared at his Brother a moment before responding, “Yes. But if you’re asking if she has forgone her vows, or if she fights for Chaos now, no. Even in there,” The Lord of Blood waved out one of the port-holes towards the insanity of the warp on the other side of the blast-shielding, “Morrigan refuses to bend the knee to those she thinks do not deserve it. Do not worry Brother, she still fights on, we simply need to pick her up.”
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