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2012.08.14 18:38 Sasquatch_Squad Support group for injured Redditors

A place for active Redditors who get hurt doing what they love to share stories, training/recovery tips, and support. Doesn't matter if you skateboard, snowboard, ride bikes, ski, rock climb, play traditional team sports, or anything else—getting injured sucks, and it helps to have others who can relate.
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2019.12.21 01:52 shroomscout unclebens

unclebens is a beginner-friendly community created by Shroomscout to share the "Ready Rice" technique, a simple and beginner-friendly method for cultivating mushrooms without a pressure cooker. This community is also for any other questions you might have! PLEASE do not source mushrooms/spores/cultures here (see rules #1 and #2).
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2022.02.25 19:05 obllak BeeVenomTherapyLyme

The goal of this community is to educate and support those seeking relief from Lyme disease by using Bee Venom Therapy (BVT) as a self-led therapy. Using BVT to heal from Lyme disease is a 2 to 4 year process (not a quick fix) — and it may take 8 - 15 months to begin seeing good results, even though most people see improvements way sooner.
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2024.05.29 06:26 InternalFun1121 Thoughts on magic system: biomancy

Hi :D, I made a crude first draft of my magic system. I don't like it very much, and I was wondering is it actually trash or am I overthinking it? HELP ME REDDIT.
Biomancy:
Part 1: Origin and Structure of Bio-Catalysts
●Origin of Bio-Catalysts ○Historical Background: - Ancient Mutation: Bio-Catalysts originate from a rare genetic mutation that has existed in humans for millennia. This mutation was dormant until recent scientific advancements enabled its activation. -Scientific Discovery: Modern scientists discovered these mutations and learned how to activate and harness them. This led to a new field of study: Biomancy.
○Activation Process: -Gene Therapy: The activation process involves advanced gene therapy, where specific sequences are targeted and stimulated to awaken the dormant Bio-Catalyst organ within the body. -Catalyst Trigger: Special chemicals or controlled environmental stimuli (like exposure to certain radiation frequencies) are used to trigger the growth and activation of the Bio-Catalyst.
●Structure of Bio-Catalysts
○Biological Makeup: -Specialized Cells: Bio-Catalysts are composed of unique cells that have properties not found in typical human cells. These cells can store and manipulate energy or matter. -Organ Integration: These organs are seamlessly integrated into the body’s systems, connecting to the circulatory, nervous, and lymphatic systems to draw energy and manage bodily functions.
○Types of Bio-Catalysts:
  1. Luminal Glands: -Location: Typically found near the adrenal glands. -Function: Absorb and store various forms of energy such as light, thermal, and kinetic. Release energy in controlled bursts.
2.Electro-Cores: -Location: Often located near the heart or the spinal cord. -Function: Generate and manipulate electrical energy, create electromagnetic fields.
3.Molecular Nodes: -Location: Scattered throughout the body, particularly in the hands and forearms. -Function: Manipulate molecular structures to alter states of matter or transmute elements.
4.Phantom Veins: - Location: Interwoven with the vascular system, primarily in the limbs. -Function: Allow the user to phase through solid objects by destabilizing molecular structure.
5.Chimera Cells: -Location: Distributed throughout the body, with high concentrations in the muscles. -Function: Enable temporary physical alterations, like growing wings or hardening skin.
6.Regenerative Core: - Location:Typically near the liver or the bone marrow. -Function: Accelerates cellular regeneration for rapid healing and recovery.
Part 2: Powers and Abilities
●Luminal Glands ○Energy Manipulation: 1. Light Manipulation: -Absorption: Absorb light energy from the environment, such as sunlight or artificial light sources. -Release: Emit concentrated light beams or create blinding flashes. -Applications: Can be used for illumination, blinding enemies, or focused laser-like attacks.
2.Thermal Manipulation: -Absorption: Absorb ambient heat from surroundings, cooling the area. -Release: Release stored thermal energy as intense heat waves or fireballs. -Applications: Heating objects, melting barriers, or creating thermal shields.
3.Kinetic Manipulation: - Absorption: Absorb kinetic energy from physical impacts. -Release: Discharge kinetic energy to enhance physical strikes or create shockwaves. -Applications: Enhance physical combat abilities, create forceful impacts, or kinetic shields.
○Electro-Cores Electricity Manipulation: 1.Generation: -Internal Dynamo: Continuously generates electrical energy. -Storage: Stores excess electrical energy for later use. -Applications: Power devices, create electric barriers, or unleash electric shocks.
2.Manipulation: -Control: Precisely control the flow and intensity of electrical currents. -Magnetism: Generate electromagnetic fields to manipulate metal objects. -Applications: Electromagnetic pulses to disable electronics, levitate metal objects, or create magnetic shields.
● Molecular Nodes ○Matter Transformation:
1.State Alteration: - Solid to Liquid/Gas: Change the state of materials by altering their molecular bonds. - Applications: Melt solid barriers, create fog or gas clouds for concealment, or harden liquids into solid forms.
2.Transmutation: - Elemental Change: Transmute elements by reconfiguring atomic structures. -Applications: Turn lead into gold, create new materials on the fly, or neutralize toxins by changing their composition.
●Phantom Veins Phase Manipulation: 1.Phasing: - Pass-Through: Temporarily destabilize own molecular structure to pass through solid objects. -Duration Control: Control the duration and extent of phasing. -Applications: Evade attacks, infiltrate secure locations, or escape restraints.
2.Intangibility: -Partial Phasing: Make specific body parts intangible while maintaining overall solidity. -Applications: Allow projectiles to pass through without harm, phase through walls, or grab objects within solid structures.
●Chimera Cells Physical Alteration: 1.Form Shifting: -Temporary Changes: Grow wings, claws, or other appendages for a limited time. -Applications: Flight, enhanced combat abilities, or specialized tools.
2.Defense and Adaptation: - Hardened Skin: Temporarily increase skin density to resist damage. -Enhanced Senses: Temporarily enhance senses such as sight, hearing, or smell. -Applications: Combat adaptation, environmental resistance, or sensory augmentation.
● Regenerative Core Healing and Recovery: 1.Rapid Healing: -Accelerated Regeneration: Heal wounds and recover from injuries at a rapid rate. -Applications: Quick recovery in battle, reduce downtime from injuries, or assist in healing others.
2.Enhanced Immunity: -Disease Resistance: Increased resistance to diseases and toxins. -Applications: Survive in hazardous environments, recover quickly from illnesses, or assist in detoxifying others.
Part 3: Activation Mechanism
●Energy Requirements ○Energy Sources: -Metabolic Energy: Primary energy comes from the user’s metabolism, necessitating increased caloric intake. -External Energy: Secondary sources include sunlight, electricity, or specific chemicals that can replenish energy stores.
○Energy Management: -Efficiency Training: Users learn to maximize efficiency, minimizing energy waste. -Recovery Periods: Regular rest and recovery periods are essential to prevent burnout and maintain peak performance.
○Control and Training Skill Development: -Basic Training: Initial training focuses on understanding the Bio-Catalyst’s basic functions and simple applications. -Advanced Techniques: Further training involves mastering complex abilities and combining different aspects of the Bio-Catalyst’s power.
○Focus and Precision: - Mental Discipline: Users must develop strong mental discipline to control their powers effectively. -Precision Exercises: Regular exercises to improve precision, such as target practice for energy projection or fine control for molecular manipulation.
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2024.05.29 06:20 DogPoundOverlord Did I make a big mistake? (Valor Point Catch-up Mechanics?)

I leveled a H Pal to 85, got all the Heroic gear 346, full enchants and gemmed out. I capped out last week for Valor and working on this week now, about to get my first tier piece. But I realized pretty quickly that I don't like what I'm playing. H Pal is just not my thing. I don't want to heal, I want to do ranged damage and now I feel like I want to try one of the pet classes which I should have just gone with my gut feeling from the start. IT sucks-- Am I going to be handicapped because I'm missing weeks of earning valor? All my friends will be ahead of the curve, OR will they? Are they implementing some kind of catchup mechanic, if so how does it work or where can I read more information on it?
Thank you
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2024.05.29 06:19 Witchybrewster Team help!

Hello! <33 I'm a casual player and just got back into Genshin(good god the map is huge now :(( currently on Sumeru ) and want a bit of help! My current team is as follows
Main DPS: LVL 80 C1 Hutao(crimson witch build + Dragons Bane. Currently upgrading Primordial Jade. Talent lvls: 6/8/8 ) ; Sub DPS: LVL 80 C2 Fischl( Gladiator + Bloodstained + amos bow. Talent lvls: 8/7/6 and if im honest Hu Tao and Fischl both work as sub dps's and dps on their own), Healer: LVL 80 Jean(viridescent venerer + R2 Favonius sword. Talent lvl: 7/5/7); Shield: LVL 70 C6 Noelle(Retracing Bolide + Whiteblind. talent lvl: 6/9/9)
I'm not a super big grinder and all so that's more like a "i'll prioritize it if im building a new character and need to get them to my level." I've used this team for a majority of my time and it's dependable by my standards (which I will admit are not that high? I've seen teir lists and golly noelle is shit LMAO). I'm mainly asking for help as many things I look to just tell me what characters are good and they all tend to be 5 stars (which I totally get bc they're just inherently better I think) but as someone who doesn't really look to get 5 stars unless they're someone I'm absolutely in love w like Hu Tao bc her aesthetic is so cute or Klee bc shes the cutest thing i've ever seen and i NEED that backpack and most of the 5 stars I want are like..GOONEEE. I'll never get Itto or Ganyu I know Noelle and Jean both heal and it's neat and all but I think there are better options? These are the characters I have to give an idea of what to work with. I'd like to keep Fischl and Hu Tao if possible! I know Noelle is not seen as the best bc well..she's not LMAO but I got attached to her too quick and now struggle to let go. So with possibly keeping Hu Tao and Fischl...what works? I truly have no idea of what works with my team and what doesn't
C0 Childe; C4 Sucrose; C2 Diona; C1 Chongyun; C4 Barbara; C0 Bennett; C1 Razor; C1 Xinyan; C0 Kaeya; C6 Xiangling; C1 Lisa; C3 Lumine; C2 Beidou; C0 Amber; C0 Klee; C3 Ningguang; C0 Aloy; C0 Mona; C4 Gorou; C0 Lynette; C0 Faruzan; C0 Rosaria; C0 Kujou Sara; C0 Kaveh; C0 Collei; C1 Xingqiu; C0 Thoma
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2024.05.29 06:10 Telemachusfar The Human Security Officer, Part 49

Idk about you guys but I've always loved how a shower felt after a bunch of work. Something special about it. Anyway thanks for reading! :)
They were both offered showers by town citizens happy to open their homes. Gareth found showers immensely awkward but didn’t need to worry as a few townsfolk drew him a bath. With some extra help from Deag, who had taken a short trip to the ship, he treated the water and was finally able to eat something. It was no traditional Weilan spa, but it was… close enough. If he was being entirely honest, he was just glad to finally be able to eat something. He may have fibbed to Pen when they talked about food. He wasn’t near starving quite yet and even though being carried had allowed him to conserve a lot of energy, it wouldn’t have helped much longer.
He looked down at his poor shell. Its color greatly diminished from the lack of food and immense stress of the whole ordeal. He could feel the buildup of toxins in his system before and it was wonderful to feel them washing out. He sighed and slumped down under the water. Again, he inspected his shell. Wilting and greying all over his eyes wandered to the crack made by Pen when she pulled him out of the way of the turret. Probably another two months to heal but it was coming along. She must have remembered it too when they were falling. She was gentler. It honestly surprised him that he managed to survive that fall without any major injury.
Gareth let his thoughts drift aimlessly as he soaked under the water. After a few minutes, though, he heard a thump from outside the tub. He rose up from the water and peeked over the lip of the tub. A small human child stared back from the washroom door. Small by human standards that is. He was shorter than Gareth but only by a few inches. If Ton’et’s human biology lessons were serving him well the boy wouldn’t remain much smaller than him for more than a year or so. He should be quickly entering a time of quick growth that humans experience periodically in their formative years.
“Mmmhmmmb” the boy mumbled, still hiding most of himself behind the door.
“What was that?” Gareth asked.
The boy shirked slightly but found his voice after a moment.
“You… You’re weird looking.”
Gareth chuckled.
“You’re the weird looking one.”
The boy's brow furrowed, easier to read than Pen by far. The child wore his emotions on his face.
“Nuh uh…”
“Yuh huh.” Gareth mimicked the child.
“No, you don’t look like anyone else here.”
“Well, I’m not from here, am I? I’m from a place where everyone looks like me and nobody looks like you.”
This seemed to puzzle the boy.
“How many people?”
Gareth tilted his head. An odd question.
“Lots? Trillions.”
“Is that more than here?”
It dawned on him the math the boy was doing.
“Definitely.”
“Darn…”
The boy lightly tapped the doorframe with his foot.
“You could go see them.” Gareth offered.
“Really?” A shine came to his eyes.
“Oh definitely, there's a ton to see. More places out there than trees in that forest outside.”
The boy didn’t understand trillions but that comparison made sense to him.
“Waoooaahhh,” a frown came to his face quickly, “but I like it here though. I have friends here.”
“So when you miss them, just come on back. No reason you cant enjoy both right?”
Gareth's words were a joyous revelation to the boy.
“I’d love that I think…”
“I think you would to.” Gareth chuckled.
“You may be weird but you're pretty cool. My names Cameron by the way.”
“Pleasure to meet you Cameron, I’m Gareth. I think you’re weird and cool too.”
Cameron giggled and sprinted away, stopped, turned around, closed the door gently, then turned back around and sprinted away again. Gareth sunk back down into the tub smiling.
Pen stepped under the shower head with her face turned up. Steaming hot water hit her face and ran down taking all the stress and sweat with it.
A proper shower was exactly what Pen needed. She was no stranger to dirt and sweat and when needs must, she had no issue. That said, filthy was by no means a preferred state and after two days hard march, sleeping in the dirt, and only washing off in a river, a proper shower felt divine. It almost reminded her of washing off after a particularly arduous drop. There was something especially satisfying about it.
Soap, warm water, and more time to enjoy it than she’d ever have been given on the Basho. After getting clean she turned the heat up as high as it could go and propped herself against the wall of the shower letting the water run over her shoulders and back. The heat melted through the tension and washed it down the drain.
Ahhhhhh. Perfect.
Something tickled her neck and she brought her right hand up to it. She pulled a long strand of hair away. It struck her as odd and brought her attention to her hair. It had gotten longer. The strand in her hand was almost alien due to how long it had been since she’d allowed it to grow out beyond a few inches.
She brought both her hands up now, raking them through the newfound length. She’d start having to wear it up if she didn’t want to cut it.
She kind of didn’t. Why should she?
After a nice long while in the hot shower she turned the water off and stepped out. The bathroom was heavy with steam, but she saw that towels and clothes had been set by the sink for her. She dried herself and examined the clothing. It was a simple handwoven dress, loose cut and floor length. The dress was dyed olive green and parchment white with a humble little leaf-like pattern embroidered around the wrists and neckline.
It certainly wasn’t her normal fare, but it was clearly a kind gesture and matched the clothing most wore around town. With how little worn and well taken care of it looked Pen could guess that it meant a lot to the person who donated it.
Pen donned it and looked to the mirror only to find it utterly fogged up.
A light knock came from the other side of the door.
“Are you alright miss?” a woman’s voice asked.
“Yea…” Pen faltered.
“Oh does the dress not fit? Or would you prefer something else?”
“No, no, it fits fine,” it did reach the floor though perhaps not as much as it was intended to, “How about you tell me how I look.”
Pen opened the door. Steam rolled out as she moved into the room with the young woman. She was a stranger to Pen but looked like the older lady whose house this was. Pen guessed a daughter.
“Oh my, I think you look quite nice! Olive is definitely one of your colors. Here!” The girl fumbled somewhat but showed Pen to a tall mirror in the far corner of the room.
It was… certainly a look. Not one she was used to but that was expected. The dress fit fine and it did look nice. Pen couldn’t help but notice, though, that it sat oddly on her. Not tight or revealing by any means, just… a gentler looking piece of clothing on a less than gently built frame. It wasn’t exactly made to be worn by a muscled body.
“Oh erm here miss,” the young woman handed her a hair tie but pulled back, “or if you want I could help you put it up? Its at that weird point where its not long enough to… you know but too long to uh it can be difficult. If you want I can…”
“I… appreciate it but I’ll be fine. I think I'll leave it down for now.”
“Right. Well, here. Just in case you want to.”
She again handed the hair tie but this time let Pen take it. Pen stowed it around her wrist.
“Is Gareth?”
“Oh yes your friend is across the street at the Patterson's. I can bring you over if you like.”
“Lead the way.”
“Of course.”
The girl led her out of the house and across the street. Pen saw a couple putting up woven cloth streamers across the road. They anchored them in trees with some parallel and others crossing.
As the girl stepped up the front porch of the, apparently, Patterson's house she waved to an older gentleman in a rocking chair.
“Evening Mr. Patterson. This is Penelope, she was just calling on her friend.”
“Evening dear. Evening miss. Yer friend hasn’t come out yet but you can head on up. To the left at the top, far end door.”
“Thanks.”
His hand came up to keep her just a moment.
“Thank you miss.” He said accentuating the ‘you’.
He looked at her like they all did. She knew what he meant and as awkwardly as it always was she smiled and nodded before she pushed past him. At least he had the good sense not to salute.
As she climbed the stairs just inside the door to the house she heard the man ask a question of the girl.
“Dear, could you ask your mother about a few fertilizer spikes? The peach is looking like it needs some help.”
Pen continued too far to make out her reply but could guess by its warm tone that it was a yes. She turned at the top of the stairs and walked to the end of the hall. Knocking on the door she called out to Gareth.
“You still soaking?”
“Just suiting up. I’ll be out in a min.”
A ‘min’ huh? Pen thought.
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2024.05.29 06:08 dasiyzpink43 How’s my meat shield build

How’s my meat shield build
Mostly centered around taking protection hits even while injured. Tenacity to crawl away after taking a hit while injured Buckle up to quickly res someone take a hit then run away Bond to obviously see people to quickly heal or spot my teammates who need protection And obviously metal of man
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2024.05.29 06:08 brackishbrandywine Stepping ain’t easy & I think my only choice is to resign

I think my only option is to completely resign as a stepparent. I desperately need advice about sustaining a marriage with polar opposite parenting styles, & how to deal with teenage boys with no manners or basic hygiene.
There is a lot of background here I will try to keep as to-the-point as possible. I am 34 with a 10 year-old daughter. My husband is 39 with a 15 year-old son. We each had kids at 23. We are 5 years apart, as are our kids. We were also friends for 5 years before “courting” & built a strong bond of trust already, so yes, we courted. I had rejected him a few times over the years, as I was abstinent after a toxic relationship & did not want to repeat the same patterns. Over the covid lockdowns, we started talking, texting, facetiming more than ever. When he asked me out again, I told him I was not interested in dating without the ultimate goal of marriage, to which he said, “Good. I don’t want a girlfriend, I want a wife.” 3 months later, we became engaged & our marriage is truly amazing & fulfilling in so nearly every way except one - my daughter & I, some of the most playful & outgoing outdoorsy girls you could meet, have no idea how to connect to his son. And there is nothing to make me think it is worth even trying anymore.
Miraculously, husband & I both get along extremely well with our co-parents. I could not see myself with someone that doesn’t. Neither of us have court orders or child support or rigid schedules. My daughter’s bio dad is one of my best friends, & I made very clear that a relationship with me means respecting his role. He said the same of his son’s bio mom. I come from a very blended family in which this is the ideal. My parents were at each other’s weddings & all get along & still get together. Our own coparents attended our wedding a year & a half ago. And that meant the absolute world to me & hopefully if not now, someday our kids.
For sure, my husband could not be a better stepfather. He & my daughter share inside jokes & their own games & pranks. She has her own nickname for him & will run to him & hug & climb all over him. They convinced me to add baby goats to our homestead, & have been tending to & bottle-feeding them both, a beautiful connection & commitment to share. He says, “She makes it easy.” And to put it lightly, his son does not - but I am absolutely not allowed to talk about it without getting ridiculed.
I first met the son when he was 13. Overweight, awkward, all of his hair in front of his eyes. He then retreated to his room. I know him to be the exact same now. He is 6’0 & I think over 200lbs, larger than my dad. He defaults to locking himself in his room. Unless asked to help stack wood or play a game with the rest of us, he only emerges to use the bathroom (in which he never brushes his teeth or washes his hands), or ask his dad for food - of which, he literally only eats yellow rice & chicken. He will otherwise smash an entire bag of “Takis” or flaming hot Cheetos at 10 AM & continuously throughout the day as they are available to him. He plays live multiplayer games from morning often to midnight or 3 AM, with my daughter’s room right next to him, where I blast the fan & AC & ocean sounds to drown him out. Calling this out seemed to be calling stepson out personally, so all I can do is adapt. Daughter thankfully likes it cold.
I have tried to be as soft & supportive in airing my grievances to husband, but they are never taken with grace or accountability. I am not perfect & have definitely been passive aggressive with his reactivity, as he takes my issues as insults rather than something to work on. He casts blame on bio mom or Covid, & now me. “I don’t know what goes on at bio-mom’s house, we moved an hour away & he gets carsick! I’m out of his life!” “It’s because he was stuck inside for 2 years!” “Are you sure you didn’t HEAR him say hi?” “Good news, I’ve been living with him 15 years, never sanitized a doorknob in his life, & I’ve been fine!” “I wouldn’t want to leave my room with you criticizing his every move either!”
Our first night in our new home for example, was a nightmare. My hand lotion moved from the bathroom counter to the back of the toilet - so then into our room immediately. He left the toilet seat open & my razor covered in pubes. He left open bags of chips with crumbs all over the counter. “It’s an adjustment, it’s hard on everyone!” Husband said over & over. This was an understatement, being that my daughter has been raised to ask for anything from snack time to screen time always with “please,” “thank you,” & we eat out of bowls that we put in the sink rather than stack in our room with soda cans & candy wrappers.. I am familiar with the saying, “Living room kids come from healthy families. Bedroom kids do not.” Daughter is a living room kid. Stepson is a bedroom kid. Either way, I had never had personal items used without asking &felt extremely violated by stepson, then upset that husband blamed me for it instead of understanding where I was coming from.
This remains true nearly a year later. My husband has started lashing out while drinking the past few months, accusing me of “HATING” his son, which is extremely hurtful as I do not harbor any hate in my heart for anyone. What I disdain is the way he is raising his son under our shared roof & living spaces, & that he refuses to acknowledge or communicate about it. As things were not greatly improving, I personally had a talk with stepson about basic manners. I said, “When you enter this house without a greeting or making eye contact, it is an insult. It comes off as rude & entitled & I don’t like feeling like a ghost in my own house. This is your house too & I want you to feel comfortable. But you can help me feel more comfortable too.” “Yeah, okay. Sorry.”
I have truly never had a real conversation with this kid. He does say “hi” & “bye” & the occasional “thank you” now. At this point, it is abundantly clear that he does not want me in a step role, & neither does his father, & neither does bio mom. So it seems I have no choice but to let it all go & suffer bad manners & hygiene, silence, & now bitter resentment from husband.
What I have observed is that I actually“coparent” with my daughter’s father. We coordinate around each other’s schedules, we make decisions together, we communicate about her physical, emotional, spiritual, educational, & social wellbeing. Husband & bio mom do not. They parent in isolation & simply let the other do as they please, which has resulted in a child without manners or discipline. This has led bio mom to put the kid on PROZAC without husband’s consent. This horrified me, as someone who only goes to the doctor for stitches. My daughter’s doctor is the naturopath who midwived her in the bedroom she still sleeps in at her father’s house. I understand not everyone is as holistically minded, but I begged husband to get him to a nutritionist first. The child is obese & malnourished. But too late. Bio mom did as she pleased without communication, which seems constant among them.
I have not shared my views as I know they are not welcome. Bio mom is medicated, her other 10 year-old son (deceased dad) is medicated, & now teenage stepson is as well. Husband blames our distance from him which feels like an indirect blame on me, as we are closer to my community & business as husband works from home. But truly they live in the ghetto, & I have always lived on the coast & barely like to drive through those inner cities. I set up a high school tour for them here which is one of the best schools in the state with a tech program I thought stepson would love, but he chose to stay with his friends, in one of the worst schools of the state. He incredibly won class president, though has dropped a bunch of honors classes & continues failing others.
My birthday was last week. When my husband asked what I wanted, I said baby back ribs & family. I just wanted to grill & chill due to an insane work week. I run a housekeeping business & worked for 24 hours in 3 days opening up for the summer rental season. I did not want to go crazy hosting & knew I would if we invited friends. “Are you sure? You wouldn’t be hosting, I will be! You don’t have to do a thing!” He emphasized over & again. So when a friend ended up visiting from out of state, I was ecstatic to invite her & our mutual close friend to BBQ with us. They are single moms with 4 toddlers between them & wanted to camp on our land.
We had a great day grilling & running the sprinkler & feeding the animals. Husband had promised stepson would be outside with us all day. Toward the evening, I asked where he was. “Do you see any other teenagers out there? What’s he supposed to do?” I was hurt. “Well I don’t see any 10 year-olds either, but [daughter] is still out there, & you actually said he would spend the whole day with us. I just want some time all together.” Husband knocked on his son’s door & said, “Hey it’s her birthday, it’d be nice if you come out & spend some time with us.” Then he did, & even if it was just a quick basketball game with his dad & he introduced himself to no one, it still meant so much to me.
So later when we had helped friends & toddlers set up a tent & fire in our woods, I hugged husband & thanked him for bringing stepson out with us, saying family time was all I wanted. “You two have such a healthy relationship,” my friend says. At the time, it uplifted him & he said he loved this friend to death. A few hours later, he said it was “hilarious.”
We had invited stepson’s mom, but she was out of town. My coparent joined us however, & he & husband stayed at camp with the moms & toddlers while I went to tuck daughter into bed around 9. We played some trivia to unwind, said a prayer, & I kissed her good night & went to start the dishes. Husband & coparent came back around 11 when I was ready to go to bed myself. They were suddenly on a completely different level as my slow & steady beer intake. Both their legs were gashed & covered in blood from their hike without a flashlight, which they thought was hysterical. They were loud & silly like, “You can’t go to bed, it’s your birrrfday!” & I realized, ah. They were drinking my girls’ tequila.
Coparent went on a drunk spiel thanking me so much for all the love I am, how I keep the family together, this & that & showering me with slurred praise. Husband was drunkenly yet enthusiastically agreeing & thanking me, saying I was the best. I tried staying up with them to be polite but they were so deep in conversation on a different level that I went to go make the baby goat formula for their 5AM feeding & go to bed. But I couldn’t find their bottles. I raised my hand with the men, gradually higher & higher to ask husband if he had seen them. “I see you have your hand raised, but hang on, let me finish this point,” coparent said. So husband finally noticed, & I cut in anyway asking if he had seen them. “As a matter of fact, no, YOU fed the goats last so I have no IDEA where they are,” he raised his voice, literally pointing a finger at me.
That suddenly spiraled into another drunken heated accusation of how much I hate his son. I started crying & saying all I wanted was for him to be with us today & that I was grateful he brought him out. He fought me saying they can never have a good weekend because of me, called me an “@$$hole,” & said “F you ,” 3 times in a row, upsetting me so much as there was absolutely nothing I could say, to the point I slugged him in the arm to get him to stop. This has happened twice before embarrassingly with alcohol, when he just yells & yells things that are not true & curses at me that I can’t even respond vocally. “You see how she treats me?!” Both men of course freaked out & coparent started yelling at me to listen to husband. This essentially turned into 2 hours of incessant berating from both of them. They both cried during their own tangents. It spun out of asking for baby goat bottles & continued til 2 AM with, for the first time, continual threats of divorce.
“You are not in this relationship & do not need to mediate it,” I told coparent.
“Like it or not, I am! How you treat husband affects all of us! His feelings are VALID & you need to be quiet & listen to him!” he said.
“I’ve heard this all before & it is simply not true! I do not hate stepson & he wants to divorce me because he thinks I do!”
“Emotions cause us to say things we don’t mean, he does not want to divorce you & knows you don’t hate him,” coparent said.
“Oh no, I DEFINITELY believe she hates him. And if I have to spend the last 4 years of his youth with my son being constantly criticized, I will absolutely divorce her!”
“I did not criticize him once today! I never criticize him, I am trying to help us become a functional household!”
And he just went round & round in the same circular aggressions that can only hear themselves. I continually begged for them to stop yelling as daughter’s window was open, the baby goats needed sleep, our rabbits didn’t need that stress. But I got yelled at more for that. “You can’t control passion & you need to sit down & LISTEN to your husband!” Coparent kept insisting. But I had heard it all many times before. I even tried to sleep in the goat pen, trying to settle the poor babies, still hearing the men raise their voices about me, how being critical was just my nature, & then got yelled out of there.
Around midnight, I tried to resign again & go back inside to finish dishes when stepson emerged. “Do you know where Dad is?” “Oh he’s outside, you can probably save him from [daughter’s dad].” He went into the bathroom. So I poked my head out while they continued bashing me & said, “Stepson needs you.” “I’ll be right there.” I went back to the dishes. Stepson comes out of the bathroom. As always, flushes, no faucet (or hand-washing). “He says he’ll be right there sweetie.” No words, back into his bedroom. 10 minutes go by & still no husband as I continue the endless dishes. I poke my head out again. “Did you not hear me? Your son needs you.” “ALL RIGHT!”
Turns out he needed dinner. Despite a huge spread of barbecue & potatoes & corn & pasta & salad & veggies & dips, stepson touched none of it & needed his chicken & yellow rice. So husband literally cooked him dinner at 1230AM, all the while continuing to accuse me of hating him whilst doing so.
Coparent authentically apologized the next morning on the phone. “You screamed at me for HOURS when I was ready for bed to listen to falsities I have heard over & over without ONCE trying to hear me.” He got it. He humbled & admitted specific wrongs & I accepted his apology.
“Sorry” does not seem to mean anything when you throw around the “D” word like that though. Husband pledged to stop drinking. To his credit, 3 days later, he still hasn’t. But when I said, “If you think I am capable of hate, you don’t know me at all,” the best apology he could give me was, “I’m sorry, I don’t think you hate him. But I know you don’t like him.” Then, “I don’t want to divorce you. I feel like I ruined our entire lives in one night.”
I told him that this is going to take more than “sorry” to heal, especially where blame is still cast, & he will have to “show” me. I don’t even know how, through more conscientious parenting? We haven’t slept in the same bed in 3 nights. I haven’t cooked for him, but I still clean after him. We finished some homestead projects in near-silence together.
I think I must resign to being the invisible ghost stepson makes me feel like. Do I have ANY role here but to resign & accept his parenting & continue mine with my daughter alone, while he reaps the benefits of an amazing relationship with her? Isolation parenting just like with stepson’s biomom ? If not for my daughter & our animals & gardens, I would just want to lock myself in a room all day too. But that’s what is so hard for me to get. We have nearly 30 acres & this child is permitted to be a blob on a screen living on empty calories all day & night. I cannot & will not blame a child for anything. I told my husband that when a plant isn’t thriving, you nourish it & improve its environment. He said he didn’t get it. And as deeply as I love him & don’t want to even think about divorce, I have never been so unattracted to him.
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2024.05.29 05:30 No-Breadfruit-7664 Sesamoidectomy experience

I am a 23 year old female who recently got out of the military due to a bipartite tibial sesamoid fracture. This is something that has been ongoing for almost 4 years now. I’ve been in boots for almost 1.5 years off and on and have done a lot of physical therapy, none of which relieved the pain. At one point my foot was casted and the bone healed but I developed sesamoiditis. As a last resort, my podiatrist recommended I get a Sesamoidectomy. On February 20th of this year, I had the surgery. It was a bit of a rocky road at first as I was used to being active and now couldn’t. After a month, it got infected but after antibiotics it cleared up quickly. I was cleared to start walking with a boot at 7 or 8 weeks post surgery. At first it was quite painful but it soon stopped hurting as bad and was just achy. At 10 weeks post surgery, I was allowed to walk with tennis shoes. I noticed I was heavily walking on the outside of my foot and not putting any pressure on where I had the surgery. It took almost 2 weeks to figure out how to walk normally. Now, I am able to walk barefoot with minimal to no pain for the first time in almost 4 years. I still am unable to run or do high impact activity but the healing process is finally going smoothly.
If anyone else has had a Sesamoidectomy how long did it take to get back to running/ working out? My surgeon said I should never run on concrete again which feels a little frustrating.
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2024.05.29 05:26 Silly_Attorney7863 Forest Walker: absolution

(After Atlas disappears into the trees, Adam turns slowly. The Crinos is fading slowly, disappearing to reveal a shape he hasn’t worn for years. Homnid, she knows. The shape of a man. She emerges from behind the tree and looks at the Gurahl. She’s never seen him like this; his body is a crosswork of poorly healed scars, some overlapping others, while a massive red mark stains the side of his face, as though he’d just splashed blood upon it. He stares at her for a moment with eyes that do not glow with the feral light of Arethren or Crinos, unable to find the words. He hears the truth in her; three heartbeats, two slightly weaker than her own…)
“Adam…”
“It’s true.”
(Gingerly, she rests a hand on her stomach. She feels nothing… and yet…)
“I…I don’t know what to say.”
“Say nothing. Listen… I did not want this for you. I did not want you to become so bound to me that you could never turn away. You do not deserve this…this punishment.”
“Punishment?”
(She takes a step forward and, hesitantly, rests her hand upon a scar that crosses his chest like a slash in leather. She can feel his heart beat beneath her palm; quick, panicked…he’s afraid)
“Adam… it was my decision to find you. My decision to love you. I chose you, don’t you get that? I don’t care about the life I left behind. What was there to look forward to other than a life in my dad’s shadow? You’ve said it yourself; I was never meant for the world of humans.”
“But this life! it isn’t something I want for you! Looking over your shoulder every night, worried that something will find you when I’m not there. I tried to set you free…Now, I’ve shackled you.”
“You did that the day I first laid eyes on you.”
(The Gurahl closes his eyes and draws in a shaky breath)
“Your heart is your own… I will not hold it prisoner.”
“My heart is yours. Now more than ever”
“I…I don’t understand”
“You never have. You’ve been so lost in your hatred that you couldn’t see that your loneliness was self-inflicted… You don’t have to be alone anymore, Yogi…”
(She removes her hand, and rests it once more upon her stomach)
“This isn’t a shackle…they aren’t chains. And you don’t frighten me. This life? Compared to what I’ve seen you accomplish, it’s nothing. I have more faith in you than I think you’ve ever had in yourself.”
(For a moment, the Gurahl is silent, contemplating her words. He has lived for two centuries; an eternity of loneliness broken only by brief periods of senseless violence. He has spent his life alone…)
“Do you…want to talk to them?”
“What?”
“I mean…I doubt they can hear you, but it wouldn’t upset me. Go ahead.”
“You…you would keep them? Care for them?”
“I’ve kept you. I care for you…why not them?”
(Adam looks down, and kneels before her, as though she were a sovereign and he a supplicant. He reaches for her…then hesitates. Without warning, she seizes his wrist and presses his hand against her stomach)
“No more hesitation. No more fear. I’m not scared of you…so stop being scared of me.”
(He is about to reply, when he feels them: twin hearts, no larger than the tips of his claws. He feels them…and feels something in his soul that he has not felt for eighty years)
(Joy)
(He smiles; Samantha has to stop herself from drawing in a gasp. It’s the first full smile she’s ever seen him express. Not a grin, nor a half-hearted imitation, but a smile of sincere joy…and pride)
“Mine…”
“Technically ours… but that’ll do.”
“My heart…my Moon and Star…my little ones…”
(He looks up, into her eyes)
“I love you… all of you.”
(She smiles, and rests one hand upon his head, while the other holds him to her. She says nothing…but in her heart, she is howling with triumph)
(Monster…no longer)
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2024.05.29 05:03 TheIllmaticNas_ IDEA of a Hero: Solara

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2024.05.29 04:55 vren55 [A Fractured Song] - Chapter 218- Fantasy, Isekai (Portal Fantasy), Adventure

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Just because you’re transported to another world, doesn’t mean you’ll escape from your pain.
Abused by her parents, thirteen-year-old Frances only wants to be safe and for her life not to hurt so much. And when she and her class are transported to the magical world of Durannon to fight the monsters invading the human kingdoms and defeat the self-titled Demon King, Frances is presented with a golden opportunity. If she succeeds, Frances will have the home she never had. If she fails, Frances will be summoned back to the home she escaped.
Yet, despite her newfound magic and friends, Frances finds that trauma is not so easily lost. She is dogged by her abuse and its physical and invisible scars. Not only does she have to learn magic, she has to survive the nightmares of her past, and wrestle with her feelings of doubt and self-loathing.
If she can heal from her trauma, though, she might be able to defeat the Demon King and maybe, just maybe, she can find a home for herself.
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Ginger makes an offer to Lakadara. The rest of Telkandra's remaining brood discuss the fate of their allies.
“Not good?” Sara asked as Helias strode into the tent and made his way straight to the bottle of wine.
“Not good,” Helias muttered.
Sara nodded woodenly. “Privacy spell?
The tauroll waved his sheathed Fangroar and after pouring himself and his wife a drink, sat down. “We’re safe. Oh Galena, this is really not good.”
“How dead are we?” Sara asked, her tone light.
“We’re not dead. We’re just in a lot of danger and even if we somehow force the humans to retreat, we’ve lost this war,” said Helias.
“Explain.”
Helias drank deep, noting that Sara was also drinking deep as well. “Thorgoth is going after the humans. That part of the plan is as good as it gets. We’ll be attacking them, and using the dragons, whilst our forces hold off Titania. Our objectives are also well-chosen.” Helias buried his head into his hands and let out a deep groan. “But winning this doesn’t change anything.”
“If we can defeat the humans, why won’t that change anything?” Sara bit her lip. “Unless it renders us unable to beat Titania?”
“Yes. Even on the chance we beat the humans we won’t be able to invade them, we won’t be able to defeat Titania. We’d be at a stalemate and both armies would have to withdraw.” His hands dropping to the table, Helias stared at his wife. “And we don’t have any reserves left. We’re going to lose the war, even if Thorgoth lives.”
“If we defeat the humans—”
The general shook his head. “By defeat, I mean we’ll hurt them but we can’t prevent them from withdrawing. We might kill a few of their leaders, their important mages and Otherworlders, but they will still have soldiers. After coming so close, they won’t surrender. They’ll keep attacking until they kill enough of Thorgoth and Berengaria’s supporters that nobody will help them, or until both of them die.”
“Alright so, what do we do?” Sara asked. Helias looked at his wife, noting how still she sat. Her wings were clamped tight to her back and her lips were drawn tight.
“Sara, I don’t have good answers.”
Sara steepled her trembling fingers as best she could. “They’re going to be better than mine. I don’t know anything about war.”
“Right. Well, you need to surrender to the humans if you are captured. Present yourself as a non-combatant. Cry, scream, anything to declare that you don’t mean any harm,” Helias said.
“Why not Titania?” Sara asked.
“She has every incentive to kill you off and far less compunction about doing so. Killing our family off would allow her to have more land to give away to her loyalists. In contrast, the humans have Erlenberg troops fighting with them along with those of the Lightning Battalion. They’re going to be far more friendly to Alavari civilians,” Helias said.
Soft hands, grabbed onto Helias’s waist with a surprisingly firm grip. “What about you? I can get away, but how are you going to survive this?”
“I don’t know. I—”
“Don’t you dare! Our daughter needs her father and I need my husband!”
The general stared at his wife. “Sara, I can’t surrender to the humans if we win. They want me dead.”
Sara refilled Helias’s glass. “Then you need to help Thorgoth defeat them.”
“Then what? We’re never winning this war. Thorgoth is going to be invaded and—”
Cutting him off with the clink of her goblet against the table, Sara hissed, “And what? Why think that far? We can plan for that after this battle, so long as you are still here and with me.”
Letting out a breath Helias pushed his hair back and allowed himself a sigh. Reaching across the table, he took his wife’s hand.
“Sara, you’re right, but you know you can escape this if Thorgoth is defeated.”
The harorc placed her other hand on top of his. “We’re partners. I need you. We need you. So promise me that you’ll do your damndest to live.”
Helias closed his eyes and nodded. “I promise. First things first, before we turn in we need to talk to the dragons.”
***
Fennokra stalked slowly toward the camp. This wasn’t the collapsed side-passage where she and Yolandra had some privacy. This was the main camp where Thorgoth and their army were preparing for what had to be the final battle.
It was also where her siblings were swallowing the last of what seemed to be a side of salted pork.
“Velkandra, Makentra, we need to talk.”
Their second-eldest sister licked her lips, her neck rising to Fennokra’s level. “I am assuming you mean in private?”
“Of course.” Fennokra could see Velkandra’s haunches tensing to raise herself higher. Her sister was trying to look down on her. Allowing her head to dip, she held her height.
“Alright.” Velkandra flicked her tail and Makentra, licking his lips, followed them.
Since their enemies had set up their siege camp behind them, the Alavari camp had been reduced in size. Still, there was the alcove of the collapsed tunnel. Whilst couriers and soldiers crossed across this natural cavern to the defenses on the other side, they kept a good distance away.
Yolandra was waiting for them, scratching something into the cave wall. Fennokra let out a rumble in her throat and her sister turned from the wall suddenly, shaking her head.
“Velkandra, Mankentra—”
Velkandra puffed a cloud of smoke out. “What’s this all about?” she hissed, lips drawn back to show teeth.
Fennokra took a step away from her sister to take Yolandra’s side, her eyes narrowed. “Are you joking? Do you not think we should at least discuss what is going on?”
“And what would be the point? It is a bit late to be having this discussion. The course of the winds have been chosen,” said Velkandra.
Yolandra rose to her full height on her four legs, but even so she was still shorter than the silent Makendra. “The winds can be fickle, Velkandra, and where we are is proof.”
Velkandra pursed her lips, eyes for the first time, looking toward the ground. “The survival of our family is tied to that of Thorgoth. To abandon him would be death by the hand of the Stormcaller and her allies or by his hand.”
“Besides, if we were to abandon Thorgoth’s cause, that would be dishonorable. We promised to assist him,” said Makendra.
Fennokra blinked at her brother’s tone. It was quiet and yet there was a touch of a deep growl to his voice. His claws were ever so slightly digging into the ground.
“We are dragons. We can think and make decisions for ourselves. We are allowed to consider other options, are we not?” Fennokra asked.
Velkandra’s tail flicked violently side to side as her neck turned to her younger sibling. “Then why does it sound as if you wish to follow in the wingbeats of our elder sister?”
“Who we killed. I was there. I lost a claw striking her down!” Fennokra raised one clawed hand, flexing the remaining digits.
“On that, why did we have to kill Lakadara?”
All golden eyes fixed on Yolandra, who held the gaze of her siblings with a contemptuous scowl.
“Lakadara betrayed us,” said Velkandra, almost growling.
“I’ve been thinking over what happened. Lakadara said nothing about betraying our mother. She merely was questioning if Thorgoth was trustworthy,” Yolandra said.
A scowl flaring his nostrils, Makentra growled. “He fed us, trained us in how the humans and their allies fought. Hid us from their eyes—”
“And now Caldra is dead!” Yolandra exclaimed.
“Which is why we must kill the Stormcaller and her friends! So we can avenge him and our mother!” Velkandra almost completely unfurled her wings. Only the tips slapping the stone forced her to pull them back.
“Then what?” Yolandra asked.
Velkandra frowned. “Then what? We’d have our revenge—”
Yolandra’s tail cracked against the ground. “Then what? You all must have heard of what Thorgoth is capable of. What he’s done to others.”
Makentra rolled his eyes. “Sara’s story is just a story. She might have been just trying to turn you.”
“She was honest and she is not the only tale I’ve heard. You must have heard rumors of what Thorgoth did to his own son, Teutobal,” said Fennokra.
“Propaganda,” Velkandra hissed through her gritted teeth, while smoke wafted through the gaps. “In any case, we have no other option. We fight or we die.”
Fennokra, her claws grinding against the floor, had had enough.
“Velkandra, Makentra, have you ever considered that Thorgoth is perhaps using us for his own goals? We have not even considered what he might do to us after we’ve destroyed the humans and their allies. How do we know the Stormcaller and her allies might treat us better? Besides in the first place, she never intended to kill our mother—”
Fennokra blinked. She was flying backwards, something hard was bearing her into the wall. Dizzy as if struck by one of the Stormcaller’s spells, she realized that the force was the foreclaws of her elder sister. Mad rage lit those golden eyes that were the exact same shade as hers. Horrified, Fennokra tried to throw Velkandra off, but her sister was larger and heavier than her.
“Say that again. I dare you to say that again—ARGH!”
Velkandra rolled off, forced off of Fennokra by the Yolandra shoving into her side. As the elder dragon recovered, the smallest of Telkandra’s brood hissed, “It’s the truth! You are a fool to deny it!”
An ugly sneer on her lips, wings quivering with fury, Velkandra snorted. “The truth? Oh right so we are speaking the truth then. Well here’s the truth. Our kind is doomed!”
Makentra blinked. “Sister?”
“Of course Thorgoth is going to get rid of us or try to after this campaign. He has to, but right now he needs us and that’s what we need to rely on until we gain more strength. Of course, whether he wins or the Stormcaller’s allies win, how can we expect to survive in a world dominated by these lesser species hm? How could they ever not see us as a threat?”
Velkandra stalked toward the wide-eyed Fennokra and Yoandra. Her head turned side to side as she fixed her sisters with wild wide eyes.
“Well? Tell me Fennokra. Speak the truth Yolandra. Or are you both too afraid to admit that our kind are doomed and the only thing is to live as long as we can and hopefully avenge those that hurt us as we do so.”
“You’d have us fly to our deaths?” Makentra asked.
The stammering voice brought Velkandra around. Extending a wing, she touched its tip to her brother’s. “I would at least have us fly together.”
Fennokra shook her head. “We’d knowingly fly with a murderer of children and someone who would want to kill us after we’ve stopped being helpful to him.”
“And we have no other options,” said Makentra. Letting out a breath, he rose to his claws and walked away. “I’ll see you tomorrow, sisters.”
Velkandra, without another word, turned for the exit. “You know it’s true, Fennokra, Yolandra.”
Fennokra closed her eyes. Yolandra, though, narrowed hers. “Doesn’t change that Lakadra’s blood is on our claws.”
Velkandra flinched and left. She strode away so quickly she nearly stepped on Helias and Sara as they came to the cave. She gave the pair no acknowledgement other than a growl.
“See you tomorrow, General,” said Makentra, his tone curt. “We will talk to King Thorgoth ourselves for the plan’s details.”
“Of course,” said Helias. He bowed as the pair left before turning to Yolandra and Fennokra. “I believe we missed something important?”
“Be honest, General Helias. Even if we succeed tomorrow, your king has no use for us after we help him kill the Stormcaller, am I correct?” Fennokra asked.
Sara and Helias didn’t say anything. Their slight move to stand closer so they could hold hands was enough.
“I thought so,” said Fennokra. She let out a sigh and glanced at Yolandra, who nodded. “We will be on the battlefield tomorrow. Where are we going?”
“You’re going with me. We’re attacking the forces sallying from Kairon-Aoun. The plan is that you dragons breathe flame over their army to soften them before we attack.
“Understood. Any questions Fennokra?” Yolandra asked.
Fennokra shook her head. What could be asked anyway?”
Yolandra flashed the pair a joyless smile. “For what it is worth, you two have been good caretakers to us. Even if it was to preserve your own lives.”
Helias didn’t bow. Instead he extended a hand. Yolandra stared at him, but Fennokra, recognizing the gesture, extended a single talon.
“May you always be able to see the sun.” At the dragon’s blink, Helias smiled. “It’s an Alavari saying. It may come from when we used to be enslaved by the Goblin Empire. It means good luck.”
Yolandra nodded and Fennokra found herself smiling.
“Our mother taught us a saying as well. May you never fly alone. I wish that for you both,” said Fennokra.
“Thank you,” said Sara in a quiet voice. She curtsied and the two dragons dipped their heads. They watched Helias and Sara leave with placid smiles.
Then, when nobody was looking, they turned from the entrance to hide their bulks as best they could. The gloomy light of the alcove their only curtain of privacy.
***
Frances slowed slightly as they approached Lakadara’s enclosure. However, Ginger did not slow down.
“Hold on, Ginger, what’s the plan?” Frances asked.
Adjusting her new crown mid-stride, Ginger said, “I’ll show you. I’m certain it’ll work, though.”
Frances’ eyebrows rose. “Is that crown getting to your head already?”
The new Queen of Erisdale flashed a slightly nervous grin over her shoulder. “Yes actually, but I think that’s a good thing in some way. Don’t you?”
Frances found herself nodding. It was strange to see her friend even more confident than usual and so comfortable in the regal crown that she wore atop of a standard Lightning Battalion light blue uniform. Yet she rather enjoyed the new gait that Ginger had.
“I do.” Frances smirked. “Your Majesty.”
Ginger rolled her eyes. “Fuck you.”
Giggling, Frances stopped herself as they drew even closer to Lakadara. The dragon was drawing herself up, placing her massive foreclaws over each other.
“Lakadara. I am Ginger, the new Queen of Erisdale. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
The dragon coughed, blowing out a puff of smoke. “Greetings Ginger, Queen of Erisdale. I’m sorry for your predecessor’s demise.” Lakadara’s golden eyes narrowed. “Why are you here?”
Ginger dipped her head. “Thank you and as to why I’m here. I have a proposition. If you accept it, I will grant you and your kin, the domain of the Erisdalian mountains marked by the Kwent River Valley, Freeburg and Athelda-Aoun as your home in perpetuity, so long as you do not attack humans unless in self-defense.”
“I am unfamiliar with human geography. From the Stormcaller’s expression, I assume that is a lot.”
Frances swallowed and closed her mouth, but she didn’t question her friend. Ginger, still smiling slyly, nudged her. “It is. Frances, can you lend me a hand here?”
Nodding, Frances closed her eyes and imagined a rough map of Erisdale and its territories. With a wave of Ivy’s Sting she created an image of Erisdale, highlighting in red the expanse of the mountains that bordered Alavaria and Erisdale. The area that Ginger had described sketched a rough red triangle between the three points. It was a fairly sizeable area with a low and Alavari human population.
“My husband is in negotiations with Queen Titania and I’ll have to talk to Frances and Prince Timur, but we are quite certain that Athelda-Aoun will also be included in this area,” Ginger said.
Lakadara’s golden eyes were flickering as she examined the land. Suddenly, she turned, long neck arching toward the Erisdalian Queen. “And what must I do? Fight on your kingdom’s behalf?”
Ginger shook her head. “No.”
“No?”
“Nope. If you would like to do so we can renegotiate the agreement, but my husband and I fully intend to grant you this land.”
The dragon’s tail lifted up as her eyes narrowed. “Explain yourself and the favor you seek. This is far too generous.”
“Let me explain myself first. If what I’m told by my experts is correct, you can lay eggs by yourself without a mate, but it takes time right? A few decades?”
“Yes. Still, that doesn’t explain—”
“Here me out. This war is going to end. We may lose, but if we win, banishing you to the north is making you Queen Titania’s problem and she’ll have more than enough problems to deal with. You might just end up coming south again and we know how that ended. I’d prefer to avoid that so that means we need to make an agreement. You need a new home and I need peace for Erisdale. If the kingdom has to give up some poor agricultural land then I’m all for it.”
The dragon nodded. “I see, but why so much land? Why not just give me a cave? Or request my service as Thorgoth did?”
“And how will you eat? Hunt? Where will your grown children go? I’m making an agreement that will last for decades, not just a few years. As for service? I was tempted, but you wouldn’t agree to that anyway and why should you? We haven’t given you any reason to agree.” Ginger gave Frances a wave to dispel the map. “Maybe in the future we can work something out, especially if the dragon population increases. Your service in return for more food, but again, I want to start us off on the right path, not the left path.”
“Left path?” Lakadara asked.
“Erisdalian expression. It means the wrong path,” Frances said helpfully.
Lakadara nodded slowly. “You still ask for a boon, though.”
Ginger nodded. “Yes. I want you to speak to your siblings. Before the upcoming battle starts, tell them of my deal with you. So long as they choose to accept that deal and defect, then I will have it so our forces will not hurt them. After that, you may leave. I will not request you to fight with us.”
“You want me to show myself to Thorgoth? To the siblings that tried to kill me?” Lakadara asked, mouth agape.
Ginger stepped closer to the dragon, who lifted her head away from the queen. “I want you to save your siblings. I want you to save yourself from becoming the last purple dragon in existence. I would rather you not be alone, stewing in hatred for my kingdom and our allies who brought down your family, even if we had just cause. I want peace. What do you want?”
“How do I know I can trust you?” The dragon suddenly grimaced. “Ah, right, you want a lasting peace. You have every reason to want peace.”
Ginger, arms crossed tapped her foot. Frances could see how stiff her friend was, but the action was also comforting. That her magic-less friend had such control over the situation, despite being faced with the dragon was rather…badass.
Letting out a puff of smoke that slowly drifted into the cavern, the dragon pondered the queen’s proposal. Frances held her breath and yet the dragon remained silent, only her tail moving from side to side.
Ginger waited, still content to wait for the dragon’s answer. Frances couldn’t. The tension coiled in her chest, waiting to explode.
“Lakadara, what do you want for your future?” Frances asked.
The dragon glanced at Frances, golden eyes wide. She turned back to Ginger, who continued to stand tall, awaiting Lakadara’s answer patiently.
“I accept your offer, and your promise for the future,” said Lakadara, dipping her head.
“We are glad that you wish the same as we do,” said Ginger. She extended her hand and Lakadara, took her claw and put the tip of it on the queen’s palm.
*Author’s Note: Queenly Ginger was really neat to write 😀 *
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2024.05.29 04:40 breathelikeatree My boyfriend [20M] sexually violated me MULTIPLE times [19F] how do I communicate this to him?

My boyfriend [20M] sexually violated me [19F], and for the first time I’m struggling to communicate this to him.
We’ve been together for a year. For the past few weeks I have been dealing with a chronic yeast infection. During this time we made a deal of no sex until I’m fully better. However, he would always end up kissing/touching me and I’d cave and I’d let him touch me externally.
However two nights ago, (I’m still on medicine and not allowed to be penetrated) he was teasing my opening and slowly stuck a finger inside me. He did it slow enough where I could’ve said no, but I didn’t. I enjoyed it, and should’ve stopped it but it felt nice. After a few seconds I told him to stop and he did. I also told him not to do it again. Ultimately he did it again the next night.
Fast forward to tonight, we’re having fun together and I’m teasing him. Out of nowhere I feel something enter me. This time, it was too quick to stop. I visibly jump, but ultimately, don’t tell him no, even though I told him no two nights ago. I let him penetrate me for about 20 seconds while he’s whispering, “I can’t do it too long, I don’t want the infection to get worse”. And then I pull him out because he’s right. The rest of the night, he’s trying to finish me off but I cannot concentrate because I was rubbed the wrong way that he put his finger in me without warning. I think he thought it was okay because he did it before. But I felt very gross because I’m still not recovered and I feel like by him putting his fingers in me, he’s hurting me by not allowing me to heal. And he knows this. I get that I don’t say no before it happens, but when I say don’t do it again…I don’t know why he doesn’t understand.
I spent the next few hours crying in the dark. He was still hugging and touching me. He made me some food and put on a show. I didn’t talk to him the rest of the night until I had to leave. I’m still figuring out how to bring up how I felt without sounding crazy. Part of me feels like I’m being a little crazy, but i do feel sick to my stomach after tonight, and I’m considering ending things, but besides those few instances our relationship has been fine.
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2024.05.29 04:27 ZannaNova A "pretty" woman with scars

(TW? For child abuse/ burn mention, alluded self-harm. Also not generally looking for feedback just venting towards some of the only people that might understand, I suppose.)
Trying to put myself out there more and help myself but it's hard to assimilate to the general public when you seem to be viewed more as a spectacle than a passerby. I live in a tropical climate and it's tiring to force myself to withstand the heat of long sleeves, layers, and pants. What's more frustrating is that I'll forget about some, if not most, of my scars for a while sometimes. Only for, "Oh there's something on the back of your neck", or "damn, what's that scar from?" , "Why do they look like that?" How can I lightly explain that when a cigarette is ashed onto the skin of your back as a child it will sometimes keloid, and that doesn't result in movie-like aesthetics? Never mind my purpling, raised scars, on my arms and legs with their colors so angry like even they're angry to be seen. The momentary confusion where people are left to wonder if they're staring at a stretch mark or a scar, only to meet my eyes and never even ask. Stare stare stare. It feels like the world has continuously evolved itself more superficial. It's always, "You're beautiful", "You should model", "what great eyes" "you're so pale..oh", compliments die on the lips of those quick to judge my shallow charade, a performance I'm growing so, so, tired of. Damaged goods, god, I hate what I see but can't help but to empathize with my own struggle, I pity the little girl I was and judge the woman I am, I seek connection only to push it away out of fear, I want to be desired yet only seek to make myself uglier, I am so contradictory and yet just like everyone else so why do I feel so alien. My heart is like my once sprained wrist, functioning and called healed but now forever weaker and more likely to be hurt once again. I could be so beautiful without these scars, I could be so me. I could be so beautiful with these scars, I could be so me. I could be me? But to be me is to be uncomfortable, with skin that just doesn't feel right, a brain and a body misaligned, an error in the machine. On a hot and humid and unbearable day, I wear a tank top and I swear I am forsaken to forever be my own worst enemy.
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2024.05.29 04:18 myplantsam Shot in the dark.

TBM helped immensely when I needed to focus on healing. I went from rock bottom to magic fairly pretty quickly. It helped me manifest and focus on what’s important to me.
After a few months, there were parts that felt disingenuous in the podcast which lead me here. So I stopped it completely.
But now I m stuck in a financial rut. I think it’s important for me to work through all those lessons again but I am not sure if I can now with the info I know now from this group. I’m wondering if there is any alternatives? Should I just join for a month and do that work and leave again?
I’m looking for any advice.
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2024.05.29 04:09 Storms_Wrath The Human Artificial Hivemind Part 518: A Falling Tower

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Penny gazed at the quartet of Elders. They were all wearing the merchandise she remembered from the last Judgment, which was exceedingly awkward. Mainly because they were wearing shirts with her face on them. But it was also oddly endearing, in a way. Until now, she hadn't seen too many Elders that were on her side.
Elders that weren't just Kashaunta or the familiar faces she already knew, like Spentha or Rho and Sai, actually showing appreciation of her, felt odd. Even if these ones went a little too far in it.
"You're even more beautiful in person, Liberator," one said.
"Uh, thanks. I appreciate that. I'm glad that you all like me. Rho and Sai told me that you all are interested in something I can give you?"
"Yeah. Maybe a short interview? We won't be like that airhead reporter. We'll ask the good questions."
"Yep, we will."
"Right then," Penny said. "Well, I'm glad to meet you."
"Thank you. Now that we're here, we'd like to know how you plan on taking care of the gang leaders."
"Well, presumably by imprisoning them. I don't think they deserve to die, even if others do. I'll leave that decision up to Justicar and his various judges in the criminal system."
Penny didn't like having to lie blatantly. She wanted to kill the slavers quite brutally, but doing that was a bad idea right now. Saying it also was a bad idea, for a similar reason. And Justicar's system was worryingly preferential to Elders, from what she'd looked up after the meeting with Pundacrawla.
"Aren't you worried that the Judges won't give proper justice?"
"I trust Justicar to do everything that is necessary."
Another lie. Justicar would do whatever he could to maintain his image. Hopefully, that wouldn't be at the cost of the Alliance's very existence.
"Got it. By the way, what's it like being human? Walking on only two legs. It seems kind of unstable. Do you fall a lot?"
A genuine curiosity from them was another breath of fresh air. It was the kind of question a quadruped would definitely ask, which put her more at ease about the nature of what they were trying to do. Even more than their evident support of her, with all the merch they were wearing. Penny felt a smile crack at the corners of her lips, unbidden.
"Not really. We can use our arms to steady ourselves pretty well. Obviously it's not as easy to balance on our two legs as it is with your four, but it's still good enough. In fact, the sprinters in the Olympics use all four limbs, since running as fast as possible also requires pumping our arms. As for what it's like to be human, it's hard to describe. For many of us, it will feel colder or warmer than Sprilnav would feel in the same temperatures, due to thinner skin. Our eyesight is more frontal than yours, given our lack of snouts, so our blindspots are a lot bigger. Our feet require shoes for rough ground, and we heal slower than you by around 20%. We can't really clack our jaws to the scale that you can, though we can make them meet."
Penny bared her teeth, showing as she opened and closed her mouth. It was nice to be able to talk about things like this.
"The Olympics?" one of them asked.
"It's a competition about athletics," Penny said. "Running, jumping, throwing, diving, swimming, skiing, snowboarding, and a lot of sports. There's specific divisions, too. Like how there's a 100 meter dash, 200 meter dash, 400 meter dash, and even an 800 meter dash for those with high levels of psychic energy. Though really, psychic energy and genetic editing have been messing with the events for a while now. And there's a Winter, Summer, and Space Olympics, each with different sorts of events. They move from city to city, though the Space Olympics are pretty much always on either Luna, Ceres, or Mercury. There's a lot more information out there on various events, but it's an old cultural practice revered by the entire species. Even more so since Phoebe's increased the prize pools for everyone."
"How does your species handle space in general? I know that you guys did things way differently before First Contact."
"We did. Mining companies kept tight control on all asteroid mining, while nations controlled planets like Earth and Mars and large planetary bodies like Luna. Supposedly, a few people planned for a cloud city on Venus, but we couldn't risk having such a vulnerable population because they'd have to rely on giant balloons to survive. That would probably be the least secure way to live, given the existence of rogue organizations and all that.
As for spaceships, most of them since we really colonized Luna come equipped with spacesuit bays, zero gravity water and food packs, oxygen tanks, emergency seats, specialized anti-micrometeorite hulls, and radiation shielding. A lot of the older military ships also were equipped with big radiators until World War Three, when it all became masses of drone warfare, with the big ships kept mainly for cargo and lanes where mass drone control was impossible.
Once the Vinarii came and we got shields, we started building big again. After all, it provided a huge number of jobs, and in the post-war economies, especially with VIs in place, a lot of people needed work. But we still go and do asteroid and moon mining, star lifting, and energy gathering. We built an orbital ring around Mercury, the closest planet to Sol, to help with all of that. It doubles as a production hub, too. Now, it's all in more systems and with a lot more friends."
"Speaking of aliens, what theory does your people have on why so many creatures resemble one another? Our jaws are adapted for hard shelled creatures, and we're told that many planets have oddly similar variations of those."
"Crabs."
She guessed what they were getting at.
It is odd, isn't it? Nilnacrawla observed.
Perhaps that is another one of the Source's whims, Penny thought.
Maybe.
A few of the Elders made exclamations of shock.
"You even have a word for them that directly translates!"
Penny chuckled. "Yeah, carcinization is a bit of a meme in the science community. But I've heard the most mainstream theories since the First Contact are that the Source itself is uncreative. It has a certain template of creatures which it largely doesn't alter, though it can take in inputs from beings close to it, perhaps even influencing them."
"Influencing them?"
"Yes. Modern depictions of wendigoes, folkloric creatures from North America, a continent on Earth, are shockingly similar to the Knowers in appearance. The internet depictions of them in particular like to emphasize canine qualities, and often show them with skulls visible directly, and with dark brown or black fur. Recent depictions, as in the past 300 years, differ from their original appearances quite significantly, with the canine characteristics in particular being enhanced.
We have sorted through all known images of these creatures and found roughly 80% similarity with the Knowers and tens of thousands of images that are literally exactly the same as Knowers. The ones we searched all came before World War Three, far before even the First Contact with the Vinarii, much less the Knowers who were entirely underground at the time due to the radiation of their home star. We believe that the Source managed to influence this facet of human culture with the actual existence of a real creature.
Other examples exist, like how the Trikkec look very similar to Komodo Dragons, Vinarii look very similar to insects known as a mantis, and the Acuarfar look exactly like insects known as wasps with the single exception of their furry snouts and green instead of yellow markings. The Sprilnav species itself shares high amounts of similarity with a fictional species known as Elites in early 2000s culture, particularly with your jaws, though you all have red skin instead of grey or brown.
The Junyli, Dreedeen, and the wanderers are the main species without high amounts of appearance in our cultures at some point. This correlates with the idea of the Source being the influencer, as their predecessors all were used to fight it. Many species of the galaxy look like parts of our culture or Earth's creatures. The proximity of these examples makes this far more suspicious than if they were across the galaxy.
But since they existed first, the only answer must be that the Source brought the influence to us first and planted the ideas in our heads. As for the ones which look like Earth creatures, all of them are old enough evolutionary branches that copying from them to Earth makes more sense. Though the references centering around the early 2000s is quite odd, it is also roughly when the internet came into wide existence, so it is also possible the Source gave the ideas a push so they would propagate, for an unknown reason. Like if it seeded the ideas that propagated across the early global network Humanity used."
"Hmm. Fascinating. We've seen evidence of the 'seeding' process among some historical nations near the galactic region of Earth before. So the Source re-uses and alters depictions of life and also life itself?"
"Maybe," Penny said. "Unless the Source is more directly tied to life than we think. There's a conceptual Death, but no conceptual Life. Isn't that odd?"
"Conceptual Life died in the Source war."
How did that really work, though? Penny asked Nilnacrawla.
Imagine a conceptual being. A few of the Progenitors, as well as Narvravarana, went up to try to harvest its power. It refused, and Narvravarana used its unique abilities to try and force the deal.
Why was your civilization like this?
Excess and greed, partly. But we couldn't really do much more expansion. Vertical expansion also had its limits if we wanted to remain relevant for the remaining lifespan of the universe. So Narvravarana, along with a few of the greatest rulers and leaders of Sprilnav society, started looking to other dimensional planes. They figured it was best not to let the problem get too much worse. Or at least, that is what they say. I believe it was to harvest more resources to use against our surrounding enemies.
You didn't have any allies? Penny asked.
At that time, all the powers of the universe were enemies. All the allies eventually merged through millions of years of normalization. We happened to get on the universal stage the earliest, so other civilizations we encountered had little choice but to surrender their independence. Some fought, others didn't, but the outcome was the same.
That seems terrible.
It was, though the other universal civilizations were no better. Some of them just exterminated all alien life they found that couldn't fight back. In that sense, the pre-war Sprilnav civilization was one of the greatest, and that's why I fought for them. Obviously, I'm biased in that regard, though.
Thanks for telling me, father.
No problem, Penny.
She refocused back on the conversation at hand.
"But a thing cannot be alive if it dies. The concept of life doesn't work that way. So maybe the Source just... took in the concept of life? Or absorbed it into whatever psychic energy really is, considering that it's responsible for all of our existence?"
"That's so crazy it might actually be true," one of the Elders said. "You're incredible, Penny."
"Uh, thanks. You're all pretty great too." Her eyes drifted to the images of herself on their clothing. She couldn't really help it.
"I have a question for you."
"Yes?"
"Do you know what I'm fighting for?"
"I assume since you're asking it here, you don't just want a one word answer," an Elder said. "I would say yes, and for the liberation of the Sprilnav from the stain of slavery. Though going deeper into your history, you have also fought for other species, either in wars or just generally moving around. It does look aimless, mostly, since the galaxy's so big. But I'm sure you've got a way through that."
"In some way. Part of why I'm here isn't just about my people. It was at first, I admit that. But as I have lived here, on Justicar, for days and weeks, I've seen you less as alien. It makes it easier for sympathy and easier to break out of simple mindsets. So far, there are many problems, but there are distinct pieces. The first is that many people want to uphold slavery. I'm not sure why, but they do. It isn't profitable, and it isn't moral. Robots are cheaper in every way, and don't need food or water.
That means it's illogical or emotional. So I could try and solve the problem with violence alone, but it won't be addressing the cause, only the symptoms. I need to get to the heart of the matter. And I think it has to do with Elders' memories and the gradual woes they have accumulated going through life. I don't want to tear that away or drug them into believing they're fine. I want to find a way to outlet that productively. The second part I have identified is scale. The galaxy is enormous, and your species is incredibly numerous. I could fight planet by planet for the rest of my life, and liberation would still be difficult.
That also means I'd need a better way of doing things. Maybe an economic or political incentive. Emotional reasons will not work permanently, nor will logic, since we are in this situation. I have found several ways to address this. Sadly, since the gangs are likely monitoring this feed, I can't just outright say my strategy. All I can ask you all to do is to believe. Believe that I have a solution, and that I and those who stand with me are working on it. Believe in me because I believe in you."
None of the Elders questioned or ridiculed her words. Most of it was because they were fans of her. But one of them, an Elder named Rahautiti, had a distinct glint in his eye. Their gazes met only momentarily, but Penny could tell he knew.
And so she appeared in the mindscape, even as they concluded the interview, which would be the first of many. It was a ploy to just talk about human culture and ideals a bit more, to get it out there. Because the hivemind's theory was correct.
In the universe, ideas had power. That power could be weaponized against those who previously stood to gain. The first part of it was the image: Nova as an unbeatable bastion. Lecalicus as the Beast, a monster capable of star-crushing rage. Twilight as... whatever she did. Penny wasn't really familiar with the Progenitor's image too much, and the various names, like the Silent Night or the Smiling Darkness, were just so unbelievably edgy she cringed every time she recalled them.
But Rahautiti understood so she moved her mindscape avatar to see him.
"Hello again, Penny. I am no threat."
"I know. I'm glad that your group is led by someone as capable as you, as well as the other groups you dabble within."
"Who discovered it?"
"Phoebe. You met with Ezeonwha, and the android wanted to ensure you weren't a way for Yasihaut to kill him."
"Yeah. We did get approached about that, actually. We're supposed to kill Ezeonwha when you walk into the Judgment hall. Of course, we won't do this, and she won't be able to retaliate against us easily while there."
"Thank you for your honesty, Elder," Penny said. "It seems I'm in your debt."
"Nonsense. 2,839. That is the number of children I have had. 2,626. That is the number of children of mine which were enslaved. The remaining 213 died in unrelated incidents, with nearly half of those involving slavers killing them. I remember all of their names, and all of their faces, Penny. I want all the slavers in this universe dead."
"I cannot achieve that."
"You cannot," Rahautiti agreed. "Not with my help or even that of Kashaunta and Lecalicus. And certainly not right now. I have not lived this long to be incapable of compromise or patchwork solutions. You show great promise. I understand your aversion to killing and the circumstantial reason why you are not doing so now. I will not grow upset if you do not resume killing when the Judgment ends. Nor do I harbor a grudge against you for the speeding space entity you left outside the room to avoid uncomfortable publicity. You are incredibly young.
A sliver of a life. But you are strong, and you are mature. That sliver of your lifespan already outshines all I could do with a trillion more years, Penny. You are right in that this isn't something you can punch your way through. Trauma is part of why slavery still exists, despite it being a wholly unjust reason for the Elders to make such a sport of it. I am sure you know the story of the war, with a great hero in your head and Kashaunta at your side. My line of work is what I started to help you. Every thought about you being the Liberator, every eye that glances on you freeing slaves, helps you to gather conceptual energy. My talent happens to be great enough to sense the Pact of Blades you have, as well. If you want, I can teach you how to hide the mark on your soul and your mind."
"I would like that, yes," Penny said. "And thank you for being so reasonable. I will ask Kashaunta to protect you from what consequences come for refusing the offer on Ezeonwha."
"There are going to be attacks on him, you know. Him and your ship."
Penny felt an odd feeling in her soul. Cardi's power flared around him, and she squinted at the sky. She just barely saw a sliver of a tentacle. Most would have mistaken it for a normal speeding space entity. But here? On Justicar, with Exile obviously not being the cause?
Only one being would cause that. Fate.
Given the subject of their conversation, it was obvious what was going on.
Penny tapped Rahautiti's jaw, adding a thin mark of conceptual power so she could easily find him again. She focused on the conceptual mark she'd left on Ezeonwha. A twinge of conceptual energy came from it. It was accompanied by various impressions, like fear, pain, and acceptance.
"I have to go," Penny said. "I will be back later. Displace."
She appeared next to the 102nd Visitor Welcome Office but not next to Ezeonwha. It was carnage everywhere she looked.
"Champion!" an unknown Elder yelled. "I am Elder Na-"
Her rising fury surged, and it took all she had not to dismember him. The distant thought of the Judgment stayed her hands, though only just.
Penny's fist collided with the Elder's jaw at twice the speed of sound. A piece of his jaws flew free. Bone fragments hit the ground behind him. Hundreds of soldiers fired on her, and she slammed them to the ground with pure will. Penny tore their guns away and sent them each to pummel the Elder in front of her with as much brutality as she could. His powerful armor wasn't as capable of defense against physical attacks as it was against her psychic energy, and so he fell.
"You... cannot save him," the Elder spat. Fields of psychic suppression fell upon her, reducing her power.
"Manipulation through Determination," Penny growled. "De-"
No! Nilnacrawla said. Do not kill him! Not yet!
"What goes up will go down."
Air hardened around the Elder and accelerated rapidly.
The Elder smashed into the shield five miles above with a speed just slow enough that he wouldn't die. He fell from it and then hit it again at a more modest speed. He'd bounce on that until the Guides came to get him.
But Penny had another target. One she had to save instead of attack.
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High Judge Tassidonia awoke to the sound of explosions. He grabbed his swords, his main gun, and the personal shield he reserved for only the most dire occasions. The sky was erupting in war all around him, and buildings were already falling nearby. The spires of skyscrapers rained down upon the entrances to the Underground, crushing thousands of fleeing Sprilnav under their wide impacts.
His implant identified members of the gangs nearby, making their way to his home.
"Retribution Cycle!" Tassidonia cried. A hidden door opened, and he boarded a small hovercraft that sported a high amount of defensive and offensive technology, a gift from Justicar for dealing with all that he had related to the Judgment. Only this time, he wouldn't be on the next one. But already, the destruction was spreading.
Micro-missiles rained upon friend and foe alike. Several detonated against the layered shields. The mounted turrets on the side of his hoverbike shot lasers into the enemies his implant identified.
"Elder Tassidonia!" an Elder cried nearby. "For the crime of defying the will of-"
Tassidonia called his fury to bear. He rammed his mind into the enemy Elder, disorienting her. She reeled, about to attack, when a thick laser smashed into her chest. It pushed her against the wall, and Tassidonia kept the pressure up until her body melted. He listened to her screams impassively, occasionally sending blasts from his gun at the gangs when their members started to stray too close.
The thick red beam did its work within twenty pulses. His swords began to float beside him, keeping pace as he sped away from his home. The entire apartment complex shuddered and began to lean, its foundation being destroyed by some effect below. Tassidonia abandoned it with only minor regret. He'd known this moment would come. Everything he needed was already with him.
He linked into the Guide network, directing squadrons to attack the breaches he'd identified. Orbital strikes fell upon them in quick succession. Thick beams of light pierced through the lower planetary shields from orbital platforms, their guns honing in on Justicar's enemies. Tassidonia's implant was linked to the grid as well. So when he eyed buildings occupied with too many gang members, orbital strikes fell on them a few pulses later.
Fire and plasma rained all around him. Explosions and smoke blossomed all around him. More missiles fell from his hovercraft. A fighter ship appeared beside him, its simple stealth revealing itself to his eyes. Tassidonia waited for the pilot chamber to open, and his craft stowed itself behind him when he got in. It was fully equipped, so soon, Tassidonia was in full control of a weapon of war.
His first order of business was detecting the gangs' most fortified areas. He peppered those bases in shield-weakening mines, followed by bunker-buster missiles. Several anti-air turrets hit him, but his shields prevented them from taking him down. He dropped three high-end Butcher Androids into the fray of the largest battles.
One of the adjacent fighter wings in the separate shield sector dropped a nuke. At that moment, Tassidonia made a decision.
Whatever insanity was going on right now wasn't worth staying here on his own. He turned his ship upward, narrowly avoiding nearly fifty missiles shot from another gang fortress, which was really just the lower floors of a supermarket. Thick slabs of concrete were being set up by androids and slaves from the Underground. All he could do was watch from above and attempt to mark those that might be a problem.
Justicar's Grand Fleet was moving in, though only the carriers and their escorts were doing anything of any scale. The armies were mobilizing, and it seemed that war had finally broken out. Justicar, while isolated due to the Judgment, would have to win a war that threatened to topple his rule entirely.
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Ezeonwha woke when the walls around him shuddered.
An earthquake?
Groggily, he activated the lights in the room. Phoebe's android was charging in the wall. Her limbs swayed with the motion. The walls shuddered again, and the lights went out. Thin, tiny cracks spread in the walls, increasing his worry factors massively. His implant notified him that this wasn't a dream. Distant screams reached his ears, and he went to the window.
Hordes of Sprilnav were running on the ground, tripping over each other to escape. He heard the thump of footsteps approaching from outside. The android activated, standing up.
"Move away from the doo-"
An explosion tossed him across the room. A Sprilnav carrying some sort of mouth weapon faded into view for a moment, smoke recalibrating the stealth field. And then he was gone. Phoebe smashed into the Sprilnav, her fists pummeling the assassin faster than Ezeonwha could comprehend.
Phoebe's arms turned into swords, and she stabbed the Sprilnav at least fifty times in a single pulse. She turned to grab him, but before she reached him, a second explosion sent him flying out of the now-shattered window.
The massive skyscraper loomed large, and he saw the ground beneath it ripple. Dull thumps sounded from below, and large, circular caverns opened beneath the 102nd Visitor Welcome Office. The whole building started to list forward, and Ezeonwha frantically activated his emergency personal shield as he started falling faster and faster. A bullet hit the shield. And then a second one. Gunshots echoed out in the distance, and he saw other Sprilnav falling from broken windows in the falling skyscraper. Gunfire erupted on the streets as Guides engaged a growing army of attackers bubbling up from basements of shops and businesses.
He saw spurts of blood exit the Sprilnav nearest him, bullets tearing holes through the woman's body. Piercing screams surrounded him, a terrible chorus that reminded him of the worst wars he'd fought in. But here, his training could do nothing. She was already dead, and he knew that he was the target of this whole attack. His eyes watered, and Ezeonwha felt so powerless. So useless.
A Corrector emerged from the side of the tilting skyscraper, eyes fixed on Ezeonwha. Then he looked down. Somehow, Ezeonwha knew when the orders had been sent. He knew that it was Astipra in the distance, a jetpack on his shoulders burning a thick flame beneath him.
Astipra looked back at the building and flew toward it. Ezeonwha felt the wind rushing past the shield as pressure. Astipra, far above, vaporized falling chunks of the skyscraper with blasts from his arm cannons. He pressed back against the skyscraper, the jetpack going into overdrive. The metal bent inward, and the groaning and twisting structure continued its fall. Blasts of light from Astipra again vaporized the set of falling chunks.
"Penny," he said. It was almost a prayer, really. His desperate mind was scrambling for whatever it could get. "Please, save me!"
He didn't know if she could hear him. Logically, it was impossible. And in a battle such as this, unlikely as well. Rippling explosions erupted across the facade of the falling skyscraper as rockets struck it. More explosions bloomed as lasers from distant police vehicles, Guides, and Astipra destroyed more of the fast-flying missiles and rockets. They pounded on the world around him, a horde of madness threatening to break his brain. He could feel the wind and gravity equalize as he reached terminal velocity.
And all he could see was the world descending into war around him. The 102nd Visitor Welcome Office continued to slump and lean against Astipra's best efforts. More bullets hit Ezeonwha's personal shield, and peppered the Guides moving over to save him. Air ambulances were shot from the sky. Even small fighter crafts were shot down by powerful ground lasers. EMPs thumped, disabling all the higher functions of his implant before he could think to use it.
A much larger explosion bloomed out, and Ezeonwha followed the rocket's trail to an Elder on the ground, standing in the wreckage surrounding a sudden tunnel opening. The Elder stared at him in glee, and he lined up another shot. Two Guides fell upon the Elder, who flew up using a jetpack to cut them in half with his sword. A hard light hologram lifted a large gun, pointing at Ezeonwha as he fell.
His eyes widened. Ezeonwha did everything he could. He angled his legs and arms. He pushed at the air. He even hefted the meager psychic energy he had, struggling with all his soul to escape the death he could feel was coming to him.
Guides swarmed beyond the shield appearing, while gang soldiers died by the hundreds to carpet bombing. Personal shields sprang up to block the explosions, and the Elder had survived. A thick red laser cut one of the fighters in half from the smoke. Above him, the collapsing facade of the skyscraper consumed Astipra entirely, though large gouts of plasma and thick explosions emerged from within. He could survive if it fell upon him, but Ezonwha could not.
Penny materialized far below, closer to the field of battle. A sweeping wave of gang members began disappearing. A bullet smashed into her head and her stomach, detonating in bright explosions. A personal shield flared and disappeared. Missiles and lasers slammed into Penny by the thousands as psychic energy gathered. A constant roll of words fell from her tongue, but without his implant, they were not translated.
Missiles crumbled into dust. Lasers impacted raw space in front of Penny before bending down and back to their origins, destroying automated turrets. Bullets still hit Penny and the Guides by the thousands, firing too quickly and densely for her to entirely block. But the large ordnance from the gangs continued to work against them.
Penny looked around, confusion evident on her face. But amidst the thousands of wounded and dead Sprilnav falling from the broken windows, Ezeonwha was hidden too well.
Shattering glass could be constantly heard, and he could feel the distant screams in his soul. A bullet smashed into his personal shield again, disabling it. A pulse later, he lost feeling in his legs.
He tried to reach out to her mind, but the war in the mindscape was equally intense. Too many Elders and Guides battling it out along with various suppression artifacts made it all impossible. He could sense Penny's influence, but couldn't directly reach her.
He let out a breath, knowing it to be the final one.
I'm sorry, Penny, Ezeonwha thought.
I wish you luck in the Judgment, and I am sorry I caused this to happen to you.
Penny finally appeared in front of him, eyes wide-
Blood erupted. A searing pain in his head told him his implant had just shorted out. And in the mindscape, he saw a mental attack heading for him, its brutal power evident. He closed his eyes.
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2024.05.29 03:52 IamPastry Reyna is a failure of game design

Reyna is a failure of game design
Reyna is poorly designed in Valorant and doesn't teach players how to play the game properly, leading to a high amount of Reyna mains in mid-high elo with the game sense of a bronze player. In this essay i will... etc etc
The only lesson to be learned from your mistakes playing Reyna is that you didn't get the kill
  1. Reyna does not teach players to position well
Imagine this scenario where, on round start, a defender runs it down B long on bind looking for a pick and runs into the entire enemy team.
https://preview.redd.it/itb7rjtij93d1.png?width=256&format=png&auto=webp&s=014c7a78036772c02a4c5c31d116d240483ee359
Your average scenario here with almost any agent is that you run out into a 1v5 and die. You'd probably think to yourself "wow all 5 of them were there, that was a dumb spot to stand. I should play further back so I can escape or get a teammate to double peek with me and use util to secure."
Now let's swap that out for Reyna.
https://preview.redd.it/mj45oq5xj93d1.png?width=196&format=png&auto=webp&s=eebb66eab754fd9aa19c11a82baa085ad7b83709
Reyna runs out, sees 5 enemies and dies, but instead the lesson learned is
"My aim was bad, I would've been fine if I got a kill."
Reyna will then try the same strategy again, and when she gets a kill she is rewarded and her behaviour is reinforced by dismissing and retreating back to site.
2. Reyna does not teach players how to effectively use utility for anyone other than herself
https://preview.redd.it/dyvll0njl93d1.png?width=292&format=png&auto=webp&s=eb8cb060f386c66c2cf894934bb6c329d58722f6
Reyna's only situational piece of utility is a near-sight blind. She is the only character in the entire game that has a castable blind with NO downsides. Every single other ability in the game that blinds affects your teammates. It's also one of 2 blinds in the entire game that goes through walls. If you throw a skye flash directly out into the middle of a fight or throw your omen blind from the backline you could blind your whole team and lose the fight.
Picture this scenario on Ascent A-site. Attacker team is doing a full push against 3 defenders on A.
https://preview.redd.it/0hmt91xsm93d1.png?width=375&format=png&auto=webp&s=39208c9ae239c788a6b611aeba6acc96c8302fa1
If omen misuses his blind here, he blinds the Jett playing dice, but also blinds his Deadlock and Clove. This puts the attackers at a massive disadvantage. Omen's team loses the push and Omen gets flamed for team flashing. Omen, who wants to avoid this in the future, learns from his mistake. He now knows that he needs to stand off to the side, or be aware of where his teammates are standing when he throws his blind.
Now we swap omen out for Reyna
https://preview.redd.it/0o1eiqwin93d1.png?width=271&format=png&auto=webp&s=434d197e7ce86b471bdef99ea5e1ee5b2c590fe5
Reyna can throw her blind anywhere, in any situation. It blinds anyone who can see it from any range. Reyna's team pushes the site, and if Reyna and her team dies her only lesson to be learned again is
"My aim was bad, I would've been fine if I got a kill."
3. Reyna does not teach players how to effectively use ultimate abilities
Every single ultimate ability in this game except for Reyna's has a set of use case scenarios, and a set of non-use case scenarios. For example, you wouldn't phoenix ult in the middle of site, you'd get punished. You wouldn't use your kj ult in mid, you'd get punished. Reyna's ultimate is the only ultimate in the entire game that can be used effectively on round start every time it's available. There is no downside to using the Reyna ult, you cannot disadvantage or kill your teammates with the Reyna ult, you cannot put yourself at a disadvantage with the Reyna ult. You cannot waste the Reyna ult by any measure other than inactivity. The only lesson to be learned from dying and losing the Reyna ult is, again:
"My aim was bad, I would've been fine if I got a kill."
4. Reyna does not teach players about trade opportunities
Reyna's dismiss and heal mechanics effectively allow her to cancel or heavily mitigate any trade opportunities presented to her enemies.
https://preview.redd.it/l54e3lr4q93d1.png?width=298&format=png&auto=webp&s=05edc1773df62f96f4a8e5f20c7658ab50469eea
In this scenario on Split's mail/heaven area, lets pretend it's pistol round and everyone here has a ghost and no armor. Fade has swung into the Harbor. Fade gets the jump on Harbor and although Harbor manages to heavily tag the Fade, she secures the kill on him. As soon as this happens Gekko, who is nearby is able to quickly swing into position before the Fade is ready and secure the kill, trading out his teammate and securing the round. If Gekko is faster and both players are able to fight Fade together, she is very likely to still lose, even if she kills the Harbor. Fade has learned a valuable lesson in that if she is taking a fight, she needs to be prepared for someone else to swing her and take measures, such as backing off the angle and re-positioning, using dog to stop the trade, or playing a safer angle to begin with. If Fade takes damage in a fight, she's less likely to win the next fight and will likely be traded out. Now lets swap Fade out for Reyna:
https://preview.redd.it/atvodso5r93d1.png?width=301&format=png&auto=webp&s=50dafcbcfccb20ba05780b14cccfd2cec73ce700
Again, lets pretend it's pistol round and all 3 players have a ghost. Reyna pushes and while Harbor manages to heavily tag her, Reyna secures the kill. Reyna immediately activates her heal and is suddenly swung by Gekko. She now has more health than she had when she was fighting Harbor, and is able to secure the kill on Gekko as well. Reyna does not have to worry about being tagged and easily traded out on low-hp, and therefore does not need to have a plan to disengage. If Gekko is able to swing before Harbor is killed, as long as Reyna gets the kill on Harbor, she is able to dismiss and disengage from the fight and cancel the trade for free. If Reyna loses this fight, the only lesson to be learned is, again:
"My aim was bad, I would've been fine if I got a kill."
So where does this leave players that only play Reyna? They've learned in almost every situation that their aim was poor and that they just needed to secure the kill to win. Every win condition in Valorant is getting the kill. There are no nuances or complex mechanics to interact with in this game as long as you get the kill. You do not need to perfect your utility usage and site takes as long as you get the kill. You don't need to worry about being traded as long as you get the kill.
What are the consequences of this?
We've seen from the above examples that Reyna is far too easy and far too forgiving to players, and while other players using different agents are climbing the ranks learning a wide variety of skills such as effective utility usage, strategy, positioning, teamwork and other meta-knowledge, Reyna players are learning that their only mistake was not getting the kill.
Thank you for listening to my TED talk
tl;dr reyna as an agent does not have to interact with almost any of the complex systems and strategies of Valorant and people that only play Reyna are not given equal learning opportunities to their peers, only developing their aim leaving their game sense in the gutter.
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2024.05.29 03:37 Zealousideal-Egg6326 My boyfriend (25M) made me delete my Discord and Bookstagram because he thinks I (23F) will cheat on him. He’s been cheated on before and is now super suspicious of everything.

hello! sorry for the long post 😞 i appreciate anyone who gets to read it through. ❤️‍🩹
i (23f) have a boyfriend (25m) and we just got together. mag-2 months pa lang this june. i was aware na he was cheated on sa past 2 serious relationships niya. after that, hindi na siya nagka serious relationship. fuck around nalang, ganun.
anyways, our relationship moved super fast, but i also fell in love quick. nadala lang talaga si ante niyo sa mga “you’re the one” niya. he introduced me na to his parents, i introduced him to mine, and this was a first time for me. na parang he was super proud to show the world na ako girlfriend niya.
the thing is, he’s super suspicious of everything. he thinks na i will cheat on him din, but i’ve done a lot to ease his thoughts. i deleted my discord which i use to talk to my online friends kasi iffy siya, baka daw may ma meet ako na i will have the “same wavelength” with and ma fall ako. (for context, my past relationship was someone i met online, so i understood naman din his worries.) i deleted my bookstagram for the same reason, kasi baka i will meet likeminded people and fall in love with them.
i’m also bisexual and i came out to him pretty early in the talking stage para hindi siya ma bigla down the road. now he uses this against me para sabihing baka mafigure out ko lang na i really only like girls pag matagal na kami. i’ve never lacked in reassuring him na even if i do have a part of me that can get attracted to girls, i’m more male-leaning anyways. and a cheater will cheat, no matter what, whether they’re into both genders or not and i know in myself hindi ako ganun.
everytime he feels like i’m lying or hiding things from him (i really am not, i tell the truth all the time kahit pa it’s a truth not favorable for me) he breaks up with me. i keep having to tell him not to let go.
now i feel like i’m carrying the burden of those who cheated on him. he feels like anytime i’m capable of doing the same things done to him before. i also feel so disposable, na sa lahat ng bagay he can just break up with me without working things through.
what do i do to ease his thoughts? i don’t know anymore. i know i’m not responsible for his healing, but i really want to help, kasi when the times are good, they’re really good.
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2024.05.29 03:19 Early_Kiwi5270 Which gods do you want to see added and what moves do you think they would have?

I'll go first. I would love to see Izanagi or Fujin.
Izanagi
Slightly taller than Susano.
Passive: Creation - Izanagi's abilities heal x1.5 as much Health and deal x1.25 as much damage if Izanami is on his team. 1: Journey through Yomi - Izanagi heals allies in an area of effect and reduces the responsibility timer of a single ally by 5 counts. 2: Purification - Izanagi purifies himself and his allies, removing negative status effects and inflicting them upon random opponents. 3: Ame-no-Nuboko - Izanagi attacks in a 5-hit close-range move. He slashes left with his spear, then right, then impales the victim, kicks them off the spear, and finally throws the spear at the target. Ult: Lineage of Creation - Izanagi, as well as Amaterasu, Susano, Tsukuyomi, and Izanagi if any are on his team, get a x1.75 damage buff. This does not stack with Izanagi's passive.
Fujin
Same proportions as Raijin.
Passive: Kazebuko - Fujin carries a bag of winds. For each attack Fujin lands without being hit or crowd controlled, he gets a stack. At full (4) stacks, Fujin gets an attack speed buff of x1.25. If Raijin is on Fujin's team, this buff is increased to x1.5. 1: God of Winds - Fujin blows a gust of wind in a cone AoE, debuffing the target(s) movement speed. 2: Wind Barrier - Fujin sets up a barrier of wind, sort of like Ymir's wall, but has a much shorter duration. 3: Wind Bomb - Fujin forms a ball of high-pressure air which travels quickly in a line. Ult: Storm Kami - Fujin flies high into the air, at which point a crosshair will appear. Pressing different buttons will result in a different effect at the chosen location. One would summon a tornado, the second would blast an opponent with wind, and the third would have Fujin dive kick the target before rising back into the air.
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2024.05.29 03:11 rohan_spibo Update: Bloons TD 6 v43.0 - Update Notes!

Update: Bloons TD 6 v43.0 - Update Notes!
Available now for most platforms please restart your storefront or be patient if it does not appear for you, these updates can take some time to be rolled out to every region due to how the storefronts are set up.
Update Video: https://youtu.be/97SrSDiSNfk

Key New Features

New Awesome

Game Changes / Additions

Bug Fixes & General Changes

Event bug fixes

Map Specific Fixes

Tower Specific Fixes

Tack Shooter
Ice Monkey
Glue Gunner
Monkey Sub
Monkey Buccaneer
Heli Pilot
Super Monkey

Hero Specific Fixes

Gwendolin
Etienne
Geraldo
Corvus
Platform Specific fixes
Balance Changes

Tower Balance

The combination of towers you are able to pass round 1 with can change quite a lot in any overall strategy, especially for more restrictive game modes, so for this update we have made an effort to open up new starter combinations with improvements to a number of initial placement towers.
Dart Monkey
While we have been working to increase this niche with many new maps, Juggernaut’s functions sub-optimally for the majority of current maps in the game as the knockback doesn’t scale well without good rebound opportunities; to help with this we’re increasing their knockback force slightly with even more emphasis on the less-favored crosspath. We are slightly reducing the cost of Super Monkey Fan Club to overall improve the value of taking multiple to maintain higher uptime
Boomerang Monkey
Boomerang base price is being slightly reduced, already a decent start in many cases though this seemed enough to make slight game start changes and price it differently to other towers. The main attack for MOAB Domination has been scaled up as overall it is a good upgrade but the pierce on this main attack was previously unchanged from the T3. Glaive Lord’s main thrown attacks will now be able to bounce back again and hit the same target multiple times, this can be a very powerful effect so there is a cooldown on how frequently any single Bloon can be re-targeted.
Bomb Shooter
Bloon Crush does its job locking down all movement in an area, but we feel it could see more damage to reduce the stall time without the balance really changing much. Bomb Blitz was recently refitted to a cheaper price range while proportionally keeping a similar power level for the cost, however seeing it now in this spot we feel keeping higher damage will give it the edge it needs to feel more impactful than spamming Recursives.
Tack Shooter
Tack is a very powerful base tower technically, but it is unable to achieve high uptime of that potential power in many early rounds, so some base cost is moving into the cheaper xx1 and xx2 upgrades to make it easier for other towers to start alongside the tack. Additionally, while we’ve held out on this change as there are strong use cases in prior upgrades, Blade Maelstrom lacks the single target punch to last late in Modern Bloons. While it is designed as a high pierce cleanup of low tier Bloons we want to try shifting some pierce to single target damage to feel good for longer.
Glue Gunner
Increased duration has limited use on upgrades that completely destroy targets anyway, so a better crosspath benefit is being added onto 401 glue puddles. Bloon Solver’s pierce is being reduced as it is over-overkill for how many Bloons you realistically see at once, but this reduction should not be noticed for most players. Glue Splatter stands out as weirdly expensive for T2, and is rarely even needed so we’re significantly cutting its price to bring it down to a more affordable range with less pierce, we hope this should make it more worth considering for splatter coverage over piercing. Now that Glue Storm is extremely good for damage type & debuff support we’re removing the bonus speed reduction that should otherwise require xx2 crosspath and lowering the duration of the Glue Storm. New Relentless Glue finally offers something quite powerful so cost is slightly increasing.
Sniper Monkey
Lower tier Shrapnel crosspathing balance doesn’t feel great currently, so the damage crosspath benefits at T1 & T2 are improving. Even with the high damage per shot, Cripple MOAB still has low value outside of debuff capability, we feel that these shots pack enough of a punch now that they should do a little collateral damage - so lets do it! (we’ve also increased shrapnel pierce at this tier to not tip crosspath balance too far to one side).
Monkey Sub
Bloontonium Reactor’s unsubmerged damage is increasing to encourage unsubmerged possibilities. The bonus to Lead on Reactor currently doesn't apply to T5, so this bonus is being carried up and improved along with a small price reduction to Energizer as strategies using it have fallen somewhat in viability. Nautic Siege Core’s hero buff is being improved as currently this is an under-utilized part of the tower.
Monkey Buccaneer
While buccaneer is technically already a very good starter tower for maps that happen to have ideal spots allowing it to attack in both directions we feel this situation isn’t common enough that the tower should be priced around that expectation - this reduced cost is added back to top and bottom T3 upgrades as they do not need the buff. As the paragon has exceptionally powerful scaling mechanics as well as being a paragon that continues to produce cash the XP Unlock requirement is increasing, this increase will not affect players who have already unlocked it.
Monkey Ace
Minor catchup changes to some parts have fallen out of line slightly due to balance changes for other parts of the Ace.
Ace - Goliath Doomship
A lot of stats shuffled around here; this should keep the power level roughly similar overall but with proportionally more of that power coming from the seeking attacks, and less from micro aiming the faster firing frontal gun.
Heli Pilot
Overall Comanche cleanup and stats shuffle; with the goal of improving baseline non-buffed performance and making it less demanding of Geraldo’s Pickle for high damage.
Mortar Monkey
Artillery Battery use has really exploded (!) and over the past few updates it has been sitting fairly steady in a great spot, the current power level feels good but we don’t want to create too big of a gap from the T3 yet so only a very slight cost increase. Blooncineration’s 025 crosspath currently works so much better with external buffs so we're tweaking the 205 crosspath to feel better in some situations.
Wizard Monkey
Wizard has a weaker base tower so the base cost is going down in exchange for a small price increase to the cost to value ratio for the effective Arcane Mastery. As Fireball becomes very forgotten at higher tiers and is hard to even see at Dragon’s Breath, we’re improving the crosspath and adding even more projectiles at T3 for wider explosive coverage. As Shimmer is the slowest de-camo in the game it is important that it not miss when it does trigger, so pierce is greatly increased. Wizard Lord Phoenix’s Wall of Fire hasn’t had any meaningful upgrade progression, so its damage is being increased. Magus is one of the more in-depth Paragons to use effectively so having it as one of the cheapest to unlock didn't feel right, the unlock XP requirements for this and Ninja are being swapped around.
Super Monkey
Super Monkey projectiles already travel most the map length so that total distance is being reduced and adding back via the range-focused middle crosspath. The recent Robo/Tech Terror nerfs had a larger impact on the Anti-Bloon, so it is seeing a larger compensatory price reduction. Legend of the Night’s special passive ability is being failsafe limited to 2 activations per round, per tower.
Ninja Monkey
While a great early game option, Ninja generally struggles with dominant crosspathing choices and also has relatively poor base tower value. Without going into every single change, T3s onward remain relatively unchanged with a lot of prices below T3 being moved around from less favorable crosspaths into bettehigher tier upgrades. Ninja Paragon is very simple to use so unlock XP requirements for this and Wizard Paragon are swapping around so Ninja is the faster unlock. This increase will not affect players who have already unlocked it.
Druid
Passive life generation is being removed in favor of the active ability being the only source of life generation, this allows druid-focus strategies to no longer ‘accidentally’ heal their Vengeance buffs away. Heart of Vengeance itself has been allowed to remain overpowered for a long time since life loss is not always an option in different challenges/modes, but with newer competitive modes being added over time that do allow for this mechanic to be, overindulged, shall we say, it feels due for substantial rebalance.
Banana Farm
Monkey Wall Street’s cost is being increased, but in return its special bonuses have been improved with more life generation and much more range for Banana collection.
Spike Factory
Spike Storm is now exceptionally strong so the ability cooldown is increasing a small amount along with the T5 cost. This comes along with a crosspath rebalance granting more 042 lifespan. Long Life Spikes can start creating a nice buildup of spikes in advance but most of the time feels fairly meh as a stepping stone into Deadly Spikes, a little price here is being shifted up to improve standalone upgrade value.
Monkey Village
Primary Expertise’s own attack is unreliable due partly to low bounce distance, so this is being increased. Base level Monkeyopolis continues to over perform, so the baseline cash generation is reducing.
Engineer
While better than many options, base Engineer still takes a lot of available starting cash so the cost is reduced slightly and being moved back up into Cleansing Foam & Bloontrap; also with a reduction to Double Gun’s price to reflect the lower value of the base tower. Sentry placements are slightly changing to improve their reliability, and will now spawn closer to the track depending on how much range the sentry has. Sentry Champion, while strong with them, is lacking without high buff support so we’re trying out an increase to the sentry damage on it.
Beast Handler
In going over our large list of price changes for Beast Handler’s lower tiers in 42 this change was received very positively, however we did not realize that in making this change we killed off all chance of dual-beast handlers being used as a round 1 starting option for under $650 in hard modes – So we gotta do that math all over again and convert it for difficulty, painful 😀 All T1 beast prices changed to allow 110 & 101 beast handler combos to be placed for under $650 in hard mode, all T2 & T3 prices shifted around to keep these same cost ratios.
Orca is very strong currently but Great White doesn’t do so much outside of max merge MOAB Takedowns, so damage is increasing to improve these non-maxed situations.
Similar to Sentries, Beast spawn placement will now scale closer to the track based on how much range the beast has.
Golden Eagle has stood out more than Condor against MOABs which has felt very wrong, last update it was nerfed against MOABs and now we are playing with the pierce & penalties to improve Golden Eagle further against non-MOAB-Class targets and for Condor more help with lower MOABs.
We’re slightly reducing beast reposition cooldown as the tiny range leaves movement very tight, which is especially painful for Microraptor path given the low range.

Hero Balance

Quincy
Quincy’s Rapid Shot starts with an extremely short duration that slowly increases over levels, the difference between min and max is huge but it doesn’t feel too impactfully increased at any point through the leveling up process, so we are increasing the base duration and instead moving the buff up to max duration all into his Lv13 which currently doesn’t do much.
Gwendolin
Gwendolin’s Heat it Up was recently reworked to allow for much more frequent triggering from attacks, however the 4.5s internal cooldown still limits it from being scaled up far so that internal cooldown is now also being reduced. Additionally, Heat it Up’s bonus buff to damage against Lead targets has been improved slightly so we can get more out of that niche.
Obyn Greenfoot
Obyn isn’t necessarily the best support for every type of Druid to reach its highest DPS, but with his more easy reliable design it feels appropriate for him to solve Druid’s biggest weaknesses in a more laid back approach with:
Benjamin
Benjamin’s Cyber Security and Skimming levels have been swapped around so that the early game skimming cash snowball doesn’t come quite so soon, and Cyber Security can come in earlier where it will make a bigger impact proportionally to the lives being lost.
Admiral Brickell
We’ll probably regret this, but the nerf made people very sad, and that is not a life goal 😢
Etienne
Etienne's drones are prone to missing due to very low projectile speed, this speed is increasing a fair amount to help with this as drones already have an inability to directionally aim well.
Psi
Purple Popping is underwhelming with how late it comes online, so this is swapping around with level 11’s slightly faster pop speed.
Geraldo
Geraldo has been far too powerful for a while and all-round nerfs are coming to many outstanding aspects, however in return a little quality of life is coming with some more forgiving stock capacities and much more flexible Fertilizer; with the % benefit being reduced in return for improved replenish rate, maximum stock and the ability to now work on all Banana Farm types.
Corvus
As Corvus’s power is still considerably top-heavy the mid game performance is being improved with buffs to underused spells, but also top-end power of his 2 most powerful level 20 spells is being reduced to lessen the pressure to ‘need’ to get this far.
Relics
Minor tweaks to Heartless which feels it has no competitive edge over most other Relics & Monkey Boost which overperforms on all available tiles.
Some Relics required more functional changes. As more range is situational and sometimes detrimental Going the Distance has been merged with Durable Shots to also grant increased Lifespan, Durable Shots now instead increases the pierce of all towers. As ‘Popping White Bloons’ is also far too situational Deep Heat now also grants Frozen Bloon popping and improves the duration of Freezes.
Boss Bloons
Bloonarius
This is really just for fun, bringing increased variety of Bleed Bloons from higher tier Bloonarius
Dreadbloon
Rock Bloons in the higher tiers of Normal Dreadbloon are very outscaled, and so their health values are being increased.
Phayze
In Elite mode Phayze’s speed bonus while shielded is being reduced by 5% across the board as it felt just a little too quick.
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2024.05.29 03:08 tmizzone This option needs to be removed from the app

This option needs to be removed from the app
Big fan of the app but this toggle is not helpful and defeats the purpose of nighttime metric tracking.
As a quick example, this past Friday I got super sick with a chest and head cold and the worst sore throat of my entire life. I was sick all weekend with elevated skin temp and elevated respiratory rate.
This morning I woke up with two elevated metrics again and Athlytic had my recovery at 4 and said: “take it easy today, you need to recover.” Good!
For fun, I toggled off “Ignore Mindfulness App HRV” and did literally 3 minutes of breath work.
Magically after breathing for 3 minutes, Athlytic adjusted my recovery to 10 and said “all systems go…” in essence go push yourself harder than you ever have before!
I don’t understand how or why the app would ever do this when just 5 minutes earlier it knew my nighttime metrics were elevated and clearly something is off.
I appreciate that the devs provide a toggle to ignore… but why have this dangerous option in the first place? Unless someone thinks 3 minutes of mindfulness breathwork on an Apple Watch can heal the sick and right all wrongs? 🤣
My feeling is your daily readiness score should be based on your trending health metrics and there should be no way to change this until your metrics improve.
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2024.05.29 03:02 Horibori To circumvent common questions about igneous here’s some answers on the godroll and what’s good

I’m seeing a large influx of posts asking whether x igneous roll is good and wanted to clear up some questions and hopefully circumvent some of the igneous posts we’ve been seeing.
what is the best igneous roll?
The (generally) agreed upon best igneous roll is
Fluted Barrel
Ricochet rounds
Keep away
Precision instrument
Range/handling masterwork
This roll offers solid stats across the board. You have excellent range, excellent stability, and excellent handling
what if I don’t have fluted barrel?
Most barrels are fine on igneous as long as you can maintain solid stats across the board
does handling really matter?
Yes! There’s a large difference between an igneous with good handling and an ignous with bad handling. While having good range is great when you’re shooting down a lane, if you’re running the classic hand cannon/shotgun combo, that means you’ll be depending on igneous to deliver damage at midrange for you as well. In these scenarios it’s more likely you’ll win engagements if you can ready and ADS with igneous quickly.
Igneous has a base ready speed of .37 seconds and an ADS speed of .27 seconds
The Summoner has a ready speed of .32 and an ADS speed of .26
Rose has a ready speed of .3 seconds and an ADS speed of .23 seconds.
Without fixing igneous’s handling your opponent will start shooting at you earlier if you both ready and ADS at the exact same time. This is horrible for igneous as it’s already a gun with a slow TTK. Handling is a way to ensure you start fights on a more even ground.
what about stability?
Stability will depend on whether you play on controller or mouse and keyboard. I believe 50 is the golden number for both. Some have argued that you want 60 on controller, and some mouse and keyboard players have said 40 is enough. This stat, more than others, is going to come down to preference.
How much range do I want?
I think 80 range is solid. If you can go above 80 even better. But once you’re at 80 range you’ll hit 37.80 meters which is reasonable for this archetype.
what are some good magazine perks?
Ricochet rounds is generally the best you can get in this slot. But any of the perks that grant range are fine with lightmag (in my opinion) being second best as it helps with Igneous’s other weakpoint: the slow reload speed.
what about extended mag for AE?
All I’m going to say is that if you’re planning on using extended mag you better have a way to fix the reload speed. That means your third slot better have keep away or rapid hit. Another solution is to just use ophidians. Either way you don’t want to have 10 reload speed. Reloading for 3.37 seconds is something you’re going to feel in every single match.
What’s worth taking in the third slot?
A lot of things. Aside from keep away we have:
Rapid hit - arguably one of the best perks you can run on igneous and many have argued that it’s actually better than keep away depending on your preference.
Fragile focus - 20 range for the start of every engagement is great. I personally don’t like it because you can lose it easily in the middle of an engagement.
Rangefinder - it just make igneous more sticky. This is definitely something you may or may not feel so just give it a try.
what about encore/heal clip?
Encore I feel is better suited for 6s but is generally fine. Heal clip has a small fan following but I believe that heal clip’s power is dependent on how fast a gun can reload. I run heal clip on helio. But not on igneous
does precision instrument matter?
YES. And no. Precision instrument is a perk that grants consistency. Being able to 2H1B is great because sometimes you’re going to miss a headshot. But precision instrument is specific about when it works. Your third bullet needs to be a headshot. The first and second can be a headshot or a body shot. That’s very specific! It all comes down to the individual player. Do you like perks that help you with consistency? Do you like headseeker? You’ll probably want precision instrument.
There are also range benefits to having precision instrument but I won’t get into numbers.
If you feel confident in your aim, or you know you struggle to land that final 3rd crit, precision instrument might not be for you.
so what else is good?
The usual suspects. Eye of the storm will give you consistency as well but in a different way and can be preferred over precision instrument based on your individual skills.
Golden tricorn will let you 2H1B and can give you a bigger bonus if you run a subclass that gets grenade or melee kills often.
Opening shot is a classic
Moving target is also good.
I got a reload masterwork, is this roll bad?
It really depends on the individual roll. The best rule of thumb I can give is you want to maximize your stats while losing as little as possible. Sometimes, a reload masterwork is exactly what your specific roll needs.
why should I listen to you?
Because I like staring at D2foundry. But you don’t have to listen to me.
can I share my roll?
Yes, feel free to comment your roll below. I’d be happy to give input on any roll you’re trying to gauge. Or just brag about your good roll.
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2024.05.29 02:46 jadeeee12 It gets so much better

Hi! So I have been single since September and I went through one of the worst breakups I could have ever imagined. It’s been 9 months and this is what I have learned from being single and my journey to healing.
First month was full of rebounds and trying to fill the void. Trying to look on the brighter side of a breakup, I was very excited to be single and kinda trying out the dating scene a bit. This in its own ways was a bit detrimental to the healing process. I was hooking up, going on dates and doing everything in the book because I wanted to fill the void. However it was only the first month, and I was still missing him and it was upsetting for me to go on these pointless dates when all I wanted was my ex. Rebounding in some cases can help, but in my case of rushing too fast into it, it didn’t help.
Between the 2-3 month mark, I was still going on dates and learning how to put myself back out there. The best thing I’ve learnt while being single is regaining that confidence again and getting to know different individuals around you. My viewpoint on dating can be a hot take for some. I believe that dating doesn’t have to be anything serious right off the bat, and to have fun with it. Another thing I’ve learnt while being single is noticing the different things people notice about you. When you go on dates and get to know others I have always been complimented for my looks (not a bad thing!), but I noticed when I was talking to others they complimented me based on my intelligence and pointed out things about me that I don’t think I would have ever thought about before.
With that being said I’m still grieving my ex, and I am still missing him big time. During the 3rd month I had found out that he got into a new relationship and 2 months later I found out they had moved in together. You know what I did? I cried and I cried about it. I found solace with my friends and I was mad about it for a month. In a way, it was a blessing in disguise for me, it helped me move on from him a little bit faster because I felt disgusted that he got into a new relationship so quickly after me.
6-7 months into the whole process I’ve gained so much more confidence, I think I have found myself, I’ve done the things I’ve loved again. I even picked up a hobby which was fishing! Not something I don’t think I would ever pickup had I not gone on a fishing date. Even though the guy that I went on fishing date didn’t work out, I discovered something new about myself and I picked up a new skill.
Here I am 9 months later, and I am finally over my ex and I am ready to be in a relationship with the right person. I’m not ready to rush into anything, and what will find me will come to me. I guess the whole messages i’m trying to send is the dating life can be scary, overwhelming and unpredictable. However in its own ways, if you look into the benefits of having fun with it the process becomes a lot better! All I have to say is give yourself grace and let yourself grieve! You will get there even if things feel impossible right now! Put yourself back out there (when you’re ready to) and have the most fun.
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2024.05.29 02:19 dpdrsucksass I cant evolve

I've had DPDR for 2 and a half years. I got it when I was 17 after a terrible trip because I mixed alcohol and weed. Im 20 now. I've managed to live with it, thinking very little about it (Once every 3 months maybe). 1 and a half years ago, while I still had DPDR, i somehow managed to get a girlfriend. While I was with her, my symptoms were so minimal and my social life was great. I couldn't believe that I managed to pull it off. I felt almost healed from DPDR. Uni was going great. My symptoms would be strong again when I was drunk, so I decided to stop drinking.
Fast forward 8 months ago, I separated from my girlfriend, because I was going to a new country for University. My symptoms were very present again I was used to DPDR at this point so I thought to myself that I just had to get a new social life, meet new girls, and the symptoms would get better again.
But when I tried, I realized that my self confidence was very low, just like it was when I was 17. I felt like I didn't remember how I managed to get with my ex-girlfriend. I didn't remember how confident that made me. For a short moment before, I felt like I evolved a lot, but then, I felt like all that effort was for nothing because suddenly, I became my Pre-DPDR self again, who had trouble talking to people, girls especially. And feeling that way made me a little anxious again, which made my symptoms worse, which made it harder to talk to people. I feel like, since DPDR has a lot of impact on my memory and on my emotions, my brain quickly forgets what I did the last 2 and a half years dissociated.
I managed to kinda have a social life again, but I have these troubles and fears again, that I had when I was younger that I managed to overcome, and it makes me sad that I can't evolve anymore as a person.
Before DPDR, I used to feel emotions stronger than most people around me, causing me to change and evolve a lot during puberty and even after. Now I feel like im stuck in my 17 year old's mind. I evolve, but at soon as it starts getting harder, I go back to how I was. I started living alone and accepted it, but when it got hard, I craved my mother's home I used to live in. Of course I still think that I changed at least a little, but too little considering the type of person I usually am.
Anybody else feel that way?
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