650cc breast implant pictures

Can anyone let me know their experience? MRI results recd yesterday and so worried waiting to speak to dr tomorrow
RIGHT BREAST: The patient is status post right breast augmentation with a retropectoral saline breast implant. The implant is intact. There is no periimplant effusion. In the lower inner right breast middle to posterior depth there is a newly visualized superficial 8 mm rim-enhancing lesion with mixed progressive and plateau enhancement kinetics (32201:46, 5:206). There are scattered enhancing nonspecific foci.
LEFT BREAST: The patient is status post left breast augmentation with a retropectoral saline breast implant. The implant is intact. There is no periimplant effusion. There are scattered enhancing nonspecific foci. There is no suspicious enhancement in the left breast.
AXILLA/OTHER: There is no significant axillary or internal mammary lymphadenopathy.
IMPRESSION: Newly visualized superficial 8 mm rim-enhancing lesion in the lower inner right breast. Further evaluation with targeted right breast ultrasound and possible ultrasound-guided FNA versus core biopsy is recommended if there is a corresponding suspicious sonographic finding.
Intact bilateral retropectoral saline breast implants. No periimplant effusion.
RECOMMENDATION: Ultrasound biopsy.
BI-RADS 4A -Suspicious Finding(s) -Low Suspicion for Malignancy

I am going through an extremely difficult period with my husband and I desperately need help and advice.
It all started in my postpartum period when he insisted on having visits from his family, something I absolutely did not want.
When our daughter was born, I allowed his family to visit at the hospital because I wanted him to be able to introduce the baby to his family and to avoid the constant barrage of messages asking, "When can we visit the baby?"
As soon as we got home from the hospital, we didn’t even have two hours of peace before his mother and sister were back. That day, I thought the visit would be short, but they stayed until late at night. My husband made dinner for them, and they only left around 10 PM. I felt invaded and disrespected, but I still thought that would be the end of the constant visits and that we would finally have some time just for us, me, him, and our daughter.
I desperately needed that time. I had a vaginal delivery, better than expected, but still resulted in a 1st-degree tear requiring 11 internal stitches. I needed time to rest and heal, but also to get to know my daughter without interruptions, to adapt to this new and challenging phase of motherhood.
However, I was completely wrong. In the weeks that followed, his family wanted to come to our house every week. I tried to say no to my husband, but he simply wouldn’t respect me. I was in despair.
It’s important to note that neither his mother nor his sister are the type to come over to help. Every time, even when I was pregnant, we had to cook for them, and they didn’t even wash the dishes. They would sit on the couch, waiting for us to serve them coffee, tea, or dinner. They never offered to help with my daughter’s clothes or any other household task, and I never asked because, honestly, I didn’t want them here.
When my daughter was 8 days old, they wanted to come over at 9 PM. From that point on, the disagreements became unbearable. That day, I stood my ground and said it wasn’t a time for visits, that I was resting on the couch with my sleeping daughter, and I didn’t want anyone there. My husband didn’t respect me and even told me to go to the bedroom because they were coming anyway. That was the last straw for me. I tried to explain to him what I was going through, that even though our baby was waking up 2-3 times a night, I was exhausted, my breasts were full of milk, and he saw the whole process of my stitches.
Even so, he didn’t respect me. The following weeks were a real hell, and I started making excuses, but he always argued with me. Once, he even cursed at me, and his mother came over anyway. That day, I was already drained, exhausted, and couldn’t take it anymore. On top of all that, when our daughter was born, I didn’t post any pictures on social media and asked no one else to. I informed my family, who understood immediately, but his mother posted personal pictures of our daughter on Facebook without our permission. She said she tried to call us, but since we didn’t answer, she just posted them.
I felt tremendously disrespected and invaded again. The inconvenient visits, the smell of cigarette smoke, passing my baby from hand to hand without asking me how I felt, it was all too much. My husband said he talked to his mother, but I never received an apology and the photos were never removed.
I didn’t want to see her anymore. We never had a good relationship. When I got pregnant, it took her weeks to congratulate me, and she even sent messages to my husband calling me horrible things. She said he was raised to take care of needy people, and that’s why he was attracted to me.
She showed up, and we had already been arguing for two days about her visit. When I saw her car pull into the driveway, I simply snapped and told him, "I don’t want her here, and I don’t want her staying late as she always does. Tell her, or I will. Enough!"
She arrived at 2 PM, my baby was sleeping, and I was lying on the couch. I didn’t want any dialogue with her, I couldn’t even look at her. She made comments like, “You’re not tired, right? She sleeps well at night.” “You’re very lucky, the second one is never this calm.” Hours passed, she started bringing up her problems, began to cry. It was already 7 PM, and I hadn’t eaten all day, refusing to use my rest time to prepare any meal for her.
I told my husband it was time for her to leave, that I needed to rest. He started making dinner, but at the same time, he had to console his mother outside, who was smoking and crying about problems from over 10 years ago.
At 9 PM, my daughter woke up crying, they were outside smoking, dinner hadn’t even started, and I decided to make dinner with my 20-day-old daughter crying in my arms. I called him in front of his mother, handed him our daughter to soothe, and told his mother that I wanted her to leave, that it wasn’t the time or place for this, that I needed to rest. I even mentioned the Facebook photo, exploding with rage and exhaustion. All I heard was, “Thank you for letting me know.”
She left. I made some pasta, gulped it down, and put my daughter to sleep. I couldn’t look at my husband’s face.
After that, he began to understand because he had never seen me lose my temper like that. But at that moment, any respect for him started to die inside me. When I thought they would finally understand and give me some space, I was wrong again. The next week, they started messaging me directly, asking about visits. I made countless excuses because I didn’t want to deal with them. My baby wasn’t even two months old...
They came over other times, all horrible. They would take my daughter without permission, doing it quickly out of fear of my reaction. When his sister brought her 3-year-old son over, without asking, she placed my 1-month-old daughter in his lap. I watched, feeling like dying inside, asking my husband to intervene, and he simply did nothing. He just asked them to put a pillow in his lap. It was extremely distressing.
So many violations seriously affected my relationship with him and his family, which was already not good. I told him I was feeling bad and didn’t want any more visits, that I was almost falling into postpartum depression and needed rest. That’s when he started to respect me. A friend of mine said she would visit me for a weekend, coincidentally on my husband’s birthday weekend.
I asked him not to have a celebration at home because our daughter would be only two months old, and I thought it would be too much to handle a party at home with her. Once again, zero understanding. He arranged a family lunch. He worked a few days before his birthday and couldn’t buy anything, so there I was with a two-month-old baby buying everything for his birthday. As if buying everything wasn’t enough, I also had to cook on the day. I woke up early, and thank God my friend was here to help me cook and take care of my daughter, while he cleaned the house to receive his family.
Detail: He scheduled the family to come at 12 PM and woke up at 10 AM when I called him, I was already completely stressed out.
After cooking all morning, with no time to shower and get ready, the family arrived. My daughter’s naps were totally messed up, and I was desperate because I didn’t want anyone from his family holding her. Unable to escape, his sister took her, passed her to his mother, who started with comments like, “I think she’s too hot.” “I think she’s not feeling well.” I was losing my patience.
He noticed, took our daughter and tried to put her to sleep. She slept, we set the food on the table, and she woke up. I went to get her, try to put her back to sleep, and everyone started eating without waiting for me, celebrating his birthday without me and our daughter. My friend, embarrassed, got up from the table and said she would wait for me to eat and came to keep me company.
I was hurt, as if all that wasn’t enough. When I went to eat, I exploded, saying that it was incredibly disrespectful. I told him in front of everyone, causing a huge argument and ruining his birthday.
After that, it became clear that I was at my limit. He stopped forcing the situation. Now, instead of receiving messages about them coming to our house, they started messaging me to go to their house. I had already made enough excuses, I told him I didn’t want to go anywhere, I just wanted peace.
And yet, here we are, in this cycle of disrespect, sadness, anger, and disappointment, trying to find a solution to a problem that seems never-ending.
When things finally started to settle down and our daughter turned 3 months old, he came with another demand: he wanted his sister and nephew to sleep at our house. Detail: they live only 30 minutes away. I said no, suggesting he go sleep over there with them, since our daughter was starting to establish a routine and I didn’t want to disrupt that. I can't stand serving his family anymore, and it gives me chills to think about doing it for an entire weekend, with no need, and still having to take care of our daughter and maintain her routine.
The arguments continue. Now, with our daughter 3 months and 3 weeks old, he still insists on asking if they can come over two weeks ago, we went to my sister-in-law’s house to celebrate my nephew’s birthday, just us, because the party wouldn’t be appropriate for a 3-month-old baby.) Even so, I suggested that he visit them instead of bringing them here, because I didn’t want to deal with this situation anymore.
I am completely traumatized. My mother even quit her job to come help me and meet her granddaughter, but I can’t have a civilized conversation with him anymore. I am full of anger and can’t forgive him for not respecting my time with our daughter.
There is much more to this story, but this is just a summary. I am at my limit. The only solution I can see is asking for a divorce.
Please, I need some advice. Am I overreacting? I am completely alone and desperate. My support network is zero, and I don’t know what to do.

TLDR; my husband says he won’t clean up empty beer cans covered in dip spit until I legally change my last name to his. Am I overreacting by intentionally not changing it now?
My husband and I got married about a month ago, just a “sign the papers thing” since it’s my second and he agreed he didn’t want a wedding. I agreed to go by his last name colloquially if people used it and said eventually I’d do it legally.
However, I have a 5 year old from my first marriage and a 2 month old from ours who is breast fed. My husband sometimes works long hours, so I have been single parenting all day and evening for about a month now. Even when he is home in the evenings around dinner he doesn’t help with either kid and just watches TV. He will drink 3- 4 cans of beer, leave them on our coffee table, and dispose of chunks of dip on the top of the cans. Sometimes he will move them to the kitchen counter. (Side note- he told me he would stop dipping when I got pregnant. He says he technically did because now his dip only has nicotine and no tobacco).
Also, I changed my name for my first marriage and it’s a lot more leg work than just getting a new ss card, which he can’t seem to understand. He thinks it’s a universal automatic thing that just magically applies to everything else in your life (yes I have explained this to him, doesn’t change anything).
The other night he brought up me legally changing my name and then texted me about it the next morning. I responded with a picture of his beer can/ dip pile and said “clean up after yourself”. He said he would clean up once my name was changed.
As you can imagine, I have been asking him to clean up after himself for years. He will do it once or twice but more often than not I wake up to a messy, beer can filled living room that smells like dip spit. The dip spit is also found in every sink in the house, the toilet and the tub, in counters, tables etc. I try to be sympathetic because he works long hours and is on call about once a month.
As I said earlier I have two children in the house who have to live with his mess everyday, with which he seems to have no problem. He also is pushing me to have another baby as soon as possible, which is def not happening because it’s both unhealthy AND I don’t want to being more children into this house in this state, which I’ve explained to him as well.
Am I overreacting to say there’s no way I’m going through the process of changing my name when he is incapable of being considerate of our home AND thinks that giving me an ultimatum to do the bare minimum should motivate me to change it?

When i first started dating post-divorce, I met who I thought was the love of my life. I was skeptical about meeting him, but our first date was filled with laughter, physical touch, intimacy, and fun. It grew into something but due to my insecurity and his mixed messages, it didn't last. I was heartbroken and I still think he's the one who got away.
But... I'm out there. I've had a few good dates and one or two great ones. Nothing has lasted and nothing felt right. I'm afraid to be vulnerable and frankly, I don't like anyone I meet. I'm tempted to try the same profile (with updated but similar pictures) again to see if I attract someone similar.
My recent dates include a good on paper but so depressing in real life I have no desire to see him again, a selfish and dull hookup, a nice but fundamentally incompatible guy with whom I had nothing in common (but the date was at least creative and fun), a very lovely man who was ENM and bizarrely I was not available enough for him, and a few others where I just wasn't feeling it.
I matched with an attractive guy who was really low effort and dull ans when I told him I thought we weren't compatible he sent me a wall of text about how terrible I must be. No loss there.
I'm funny, smart, outgoing, adventurous, I love food and wine and travel and nature and culture. I'm curvy but more the size 12, big breasts, small waist, nice ass type. I have a head of curly hair. I have hobbies and I can talk for hours. I don't care about height. I'm usually told I look just looe my pictures or even better in person.
Why do I dislike everyone? Why do I struggle to connect with people?
I know no one can answer this, I don't get it.

I started having a crush on my bf when we were both in 11th grade. We were both a year older than the other kids so we were already 18. Like every person who has a crush on someone, I started fantasizing about him. Holding hands, hugging, kissing and other things. He was running around my mind the whole time.
We were both part of a group of friends consisting of both girls and guys, so that's how I started getting to know him. I can't remember how we started talking about sex but in a conversation he said that he's not a virgin, which absolutely crushed one of my dreams. I wanted my first time to be with a virgin guy. I was a little surprised because he didn't really seem like the type of person to already have done something like that. He's very childish and didn't seem that interested in anything other than his friends and playing games. It honestly crushed me and made me rethink the whole situation.
We eventually started dating at the beginning of December 2021. Within the first week i asked him about the "not being a virgin" thing. (Yes, I know it's not really a good thing to talk about so early in the relationship). He told me that he wasn't a virgin but has only done it twice with only one girl in the past. He told me every last detail: why, how and where it happened. They never dated, they just had fun together. Those details ended up making me even more sad.
He ended up taking my virginity about a month later. After seeing a photo of this girl, it was clear that she had a more mature face than me and a more attractive body than me. You know, bigger breasts and hips. She was posing in the photos and it was clear that she wasn't insecure at all.
I was never insecure about my body. I was fine with my breast size and I don't see myself as fat, but I am insecure about my wide hips and masculine shoulders. After seeing her picture I always find myself comparing myself to her and I fear that my bf is doing the same, even though he has told me many times that I have a beautiful body and that he loves it.
I am not a seductive person. Any time I'm in the mood I won't initiate anything untill it's clear my bf is in the mood aswell. I read through messages between my bf and his friends. They were from a long time ago but he was telling them how much it turned him on when he and this girl were spooning and she would start rubbing against him. I was questioning weither he finds me boring since I don't try to be seductive at all. In short, she has a more open sex drive than me and I fear it's effecting how he feels about me.
Not only am I sad that I'm not his "first" because it crushed my dream, but it made me very insecure about myself and our relationship. Not being his "first" haunts me still and I feel even worse knowing that the girl who was his "first" is much more attractive than me.
He doesn't really like talking about her since his experience with her was a huge regret, but due to other events I fear he stills thinks about her.

I have an old boot camp graduation portrait picture of my grandfather from the 60s that I take with me everywhere. It’s a wallet size photo. Could I keep it with me at boot camp in like my breast pocket or Bible?

Here is link to my OG post:
https://www.reddit.com/pregnant/s/oEljUEN0LL
I just wanted to update everyone because all the advice and well wishes I got really helped me. It's just been a crazy couple of months but I wanted to give an update.
About two weeks after my OG post, they did one of my biweekly ultrasounds and saw the presence of reverse flow in baby boy's umbilical cord. The scan was in the morning and I saw results on MyChart before they talked to me so my husband was able to get to the hospital before rounds. (Thankfully someone donated an apartment to us for the entirety of our stay and it was only 5 minutes from the hospital). Doctors came in at 1 pm and told me I'd be delivering that day, at 27 weeks and 3 days. And by 2:20 pm my baby boy was delivered via C-section and came out crying and weighed 1 pound 9 ounces. He was initially intubated and whisked off to the NICU. After 2 hours post op for the both of us, we got to go see him. It was the most bittersweet moment of my life but my nurse who was with us made sure to get pictures and videos for us. The biggest struggle we faced with him was that he didn't pass his own bowel movement for three weeks straight. We were potentially looking at surgery, but they were doing daily enemas that produced stool so they waited. And finally, he pooped! And then he started to take breast milk. After that, it was relatively smooth sailing. He was discharged after 70 days in the NICU, about 3 weeks before his due date, so discharged early by NICU standards. We've been home for almost a month and he's acting like I'd expect for a newborn essentially (he is technically three months, but adjusted for preemies he's only a newborn). He weighs around 6 pounds now. He does have inguinal hernia repair surgery on the 20th but the surgeon who was following him with the enemas is performing the surgery so I feel as comfortable as I can about it. Baby boy is the light of our lives.
I healed pretty quick from my C-section. I still have some numbness around my scar but I was told that's normal. I will have C-sections with any baby after him since they did a vertical incision on my uterus and not a horizontal. And I'll have to deliver at 36 weeks to avoid uterine rupture. They also ran blood tests on me for a clotting disorder due to the umbilical cord blood flow issues, and they all came back positive. I forget the super long medical name for it, but I'm getting tested again in July and if it comes back positive again I'll consult with the MFM clinic to see what getting pregnant in the future will look like. But for now I'm focused on loving my sweet baby boy.
This sub really provided a lot of comfort for me during my 27 weeks of pregnancy. If you've read this far, thank you🩷 Know everyone's kind words and encouragement meant the world to me when it felt like my world was collapsing. Now I'm just an exhausted first time mom getting through the newborn phase and I'm loving it😊

I’m venting here but also looking for advice or personal experience stories.
This has been a major struggle. I have a 7 week old baby and things have been rough. He was latching fine, or so I thought, but was having these episodes of inconsolable crying starting at around 3 weeks. Nothing would soothe him. He would get so frazzled he wouldn’t eat. Offering my breast would make things worse. Like the sight of it would upset him. I changed my diet, cutting out foods I thought he might be reacting to. Gave him gas drops thinking maybe that was the issue. Nothing helped. I took him to the pediatrician to have him checked out and he had fallen off the growth chart. Since he was breastfeeding, I couldn’t quantify exactly how many ounces he was getting in a day. So now I’m pumping non stop and barely getting anything! He must have been screaming because he was starving! I’m heartbroken. I took for granted that I could do this without any issues. I have an older child and I successfully breastfed her for 2.5 years. I’m having to supplement since I’m not producing enough, which was a really hard decision. I’m doing all the things. Eating oatmeal with flaxseed. Drinking coconut water, Gatorade, and mothers milk tea. I’ve been pumping for a week and haven’t seen much improvement in yield. He’s taking the bottle fine but I’m worried he’s developing a preference and I won’t get him back on the breast. I offer it and he rarely takes it. We saw a lactation consultant but he wouldn’t latch so she couldn’t see his suck and swallow technique. They don’t think it’s a tongue or lip tie issue. I’m going back tomorrow and hopefully he’ll latch so they can try and get a better picture of what’s going on. I’m willing to try anything! If you have any tips or have been in a similar situation, please weigh in.
TLDR- baby is refusing the breast and pumping isn’t going well.

I am going through an extremely difficult period with my husband and I desperately need help and advice.
It all started in my postpartum period when he insisted on having visits from his family, something I absolutely did not want.
When our daughter was born, I allowed his family to visit at the hospital because I wanted him to be able to introduce the baby to his family and to avoid the constant barrage of messages asking, "When can we visit the baby?"
As soon as we got home from the hospital, we didn’t even have two hours of peace before his mother and sister were back. That day, I thought the visit would be short, but they stayed until late at night. My husband made dinner for them, and they only left around 10 PM. I felt invaded and disrespected, but I still thought that would be the end of the constant visits and that we would finally have some time just for us, me, him, and our daughter.
I desperately needed that time. I had a vaginal delivery, better than expected, but still resulted in a 1st-degree tear requiring 11 internal stitches. I needed time to rest and heal, but also to get to know my daughter without interruptions, to adapt to this new and challenging phase of motherhood.
However, I was completely wrong. In the weeks that followed, his family wanted to come to our house every week. I tried to say no to my husband, but he simply wouldn’t respect me. I was in despair.
It’s important to note that neither his mother nor his sister are the type to come over to help. Every time, even when I was pregnant, we had to cook for them, and they didn’t even wash the dishes. They would sit on the couch, waiting for us to serve them coffee, tea, or dinner. They never offered to help with my daughter’s clothes or any other household task, and I never asked because, honestly, I didn’t want them here.
When my daughter was 8 days old, they wanted to come over at 9 PM. From that point on, the disagreements became unbearable. That day, I stood my ground and said it wasn’t a time for visits, that I was resting on the couch with my sleeping daughter, and I didn’t want anyone there. My husband didn’t respect me and even told me to go to the bedroom because they were coming anyway. That was the last straw for me. I tried to explain to him what I was going through, that even though our baby was waking up 2-3 times a night, I was exhausted, my breasts were full of milk, and he saw the whole process of my stitches.
Even so, he didn’t respect me. The following weeks were a real hell, and I started making excuses, but he always argued with me. Once, he even cursed at me, and his mother came over anyway. That day, I was already drained, exhausted, and couldn’t take it anymore. On top of all that, when our daughter was born, I didn’t post any pictures on social media and asked no one else to. I informed my family, who understood immediately, but his mother posted personal pictures of our daughter on Facebook without our permission. She said she tried to call us, but since we didn’t answer, she just posted them.
I felt tremendously disrespected and invaded again. The inconvenient visits, the smell of cigarette smoke, passing my baby from hand to hand without asking me how I felt, it was all too much. My husband said he talked to his mother, but I never received an apology and the photos were never removed.
I didn’t want to see her anymore. We never had a good relationship. When I got pregnant, it took her weeks to congratulate me, and she even sent messages to my husband calling me horrible things. She said he was raised to take care of needy people, and that’s why he was attracted to me.
She showed up, and we had already been arguing for two days about her visit. When I saw her car pull into the driveway, I simply snapped and told him, "I don’t want her here, and I don’t want her staying late as she always does. Tell her, or I will. Enough!"
She arrived at 2 PM, my baby was sleeping, and I was lying on the couch. I didn’t want any dialogue with her, I couldn’t even look at her. She made comments like, “You’re not tired, right? She sleeps well at night.” “You’re very lucky, the second one is never this calm.” Hours passed, she started bringing up her problems, began to cry. It was already 7 PM, and I hadn’t eaten all day, refusing to use my rest time to prepare any meal for her.
I told my husband it was time for her to leave, that I needed to rest. He started making dinner, but at the same time, he had to console his mother outside, who was smoking and crying about problems from over 10 years ago.
At 9 PM, my daughter woke up crying, they were outside smoking, dinner hadn’t even started, and I decided to make dinner with my 20-day-old daughter crying in my arms. I called him in front of his mother, handed him our daughter to soothe, and told his mother that I wanted her to leave, that it wasn’t the time or place for this, that I needed to rest. I even mentioned the Facebook photo, exploding with rage and exhaustion. All I heard was, “Thank you for letting me know.”
She left. I made some pasta, gulped it down, and put my daughter to sleep. I couldn’t look at my husband’s face.
After that, he began to understand because he had never seen me lose my temper like that. But at that moment, any respect for him started to die inside me. When I thought they would finally understand and give me some space, I was wrong again. The next week, they started messaging me directly, asking about visits. I made countless excuses because I didn’t want to deal with them. My baby wasn’t even two months old...
They came over other times, all horrible. They would take my daughter without permission, doing it quickly out of fear of my reaction. When his sister brought her 3-year-old son over, without asking, she placed my 1-month-old daughter in his lap. I watched, feeling like dying inside, asking my husband to intervene, and he simply did nothing. He just asked them to put a pillow in his lap. It was extremely distressing.
So many violations seriously affected my relationship with him and his family, which was already not good. I told him I was feeling bad and didn’t want any more visits, that I was almost falling into postpartum depression and needed rest. That’s when he started to respect me. A friend of mine said she would visit me for a weekend, coincidentally on my husband’s birthday weekend.
I asked him not to have a celebration at home because our daughter would be only two months old, and I thought it would be too much to handle a party at home with her. Once again, zero understanding. He arranged a family lunch. He worked a few days before his birthday and couldn’t buy anything, so there I was with a two-month-old baby buying everything for his birthday. As if buying everything wasn’t enough, I also had to cook on the day. I woke up early, and thank God my friend was here to help me cook and take care of my daughter, while he cleaned the house to receive his family.
Detail: He scheduled the family to come at 12 PM and woke up at 10 AM when I called him, I was already completely stressed out.
After cooking all morning, with no time to shower and get ready, the family arrived. My daughter’s naps were totally messed up, and I was desperate because I didn’t want anyone from his family holding her. Unable to escape, his sister took her, passed her to his mother, who started with comments like, “I think she’s too hot.” “I think she’s not feeling well.” I was losing my patience.
He noticed, took our daughter and tried to put her to sleep. She slept, we set the food on the table, and she woke up. I went to get her, try to put her back to sleep, and everyone started eating without waiting for me, celebrating his birthday without me and our daughter. My friend, embarrassed, got up from the table and said she would wait for me to eat and came to keep me company.
I was hurt, as if all that wasn’t enough. When I went to eat, I exploded, saying that it was incredibly disrespectful. I told him in front of everyone, causing a huge argument and ruining his birthday.
After that, it became clear that I was at my limit. He stopped forcing the situation. Now, instead of receiving messages about them coming to our house, they started messaging me to go to their house. I had already made enough excuses, I told him I didn’t want to go anywhere, I just wanted peace.
And yet, here we are, in this cycle of disrespect, sadness, anger, and disappointment, trying to find a solution to a problem that seems never-ending.
When things finally started to settle down and our daughter turned 3 months old, he came with another demand: he wanted his sister and nephew to sleep at our house. Detail: they live only 30 minutes away. I said no, suggesting he go sleep over there with them, since our daughter was starting to establish a routine and I didn’t want to disrupt that. I can't stand serving his family anymore, and it gives me chills to think about doing it for an entire weekend, with no need, and still having to take care of our daughter and maintain her routine.
The arguments continue. Now, with our daughter 3 months and 3 weeks old, he still insists on asking if they can come over two weeks ago, we went to my sister-in-law’s house to celebrate my nephew’s birthday, just us, because the party wouldn’t be appropriate for a 3-month-old baby.) Even so, I suggested that he visit them instead of bringing them here, because I didn’t want to deal with this situation anymore.
I am completely traumatized. My mother even quit her job to come help me and meet her granddaughter, but I can’t have a civilized conversation with him anymore. I am full of anger and can’t forgive him for not respecting my time with our daughter.
There is much more to this story, but this is just a summary. I am at my limit. The only solution I can see is asking for a divorce.
Please, I need some advice. Am I overreacting? I am completely alone and desperate. My support network is zero, and I don’t know what to do.

LO will be 4 months next weekend. I don't have thyroid, I lost a lot of blood on my labour and all women on my family struggled with milk supply. You spent your pregnancy idealizing breastfeeding, with no idea of how hard it is and not even considering that it may not happen. Cause all the pictures you see are mums gracefully feeding their babies from the breast and what you hear from health professionals is that nature is magical and the more you offer, the more it'll come. Baby lost 11% of BW at day 5 (not much worrying), and then lost a bit more at day 7... That's when I started topping up with formula. It took him 5 weeks to start putting weight at the expected pace. He was born at 75th percentile and reached 9th. I wish the tongue tie diagnosis came earlier and that I started the pumping earlier, but as I write I think, what's the point of the "What if"... The only thing I really wish is that health professionals stop being so condescending and better prepared to support low supply moms. For the first 10 weeks I stayed on the triple feeding routine, with some 1h power pumping sessions after the night feeding. I did absolutely nothing but being locked on a room feeding and pumping over tears. Going out for a walk would make me terribly anxious bc I could lose a pumping session. That was just not right, that could not be the memory I had from my early motherhood. I stopped pumping cold turkey and felt so reliefed. Then the 3 month crisis came and LO started to reject my breast. Oh God I thought I had reached the bottom but that really broke me. I cried and cried and thought that was the end. But kept insisting and eventually he accepted the breast. But it was never the same - the bottle at this point was big and so was his flow preference. He got very fussy at the breast. And then started rejecting again, crying every time I would try to put him on the breast. I wish I could have reached the 6 months. LO is healthy, thriving, at the 50th percentile. We bond in the most beautiful ways. Thanks to everyone for the support O got from this community. I'm still on tears but I'll end up making peace with it. I'm sure this was the first of many challenges that motherhood will put on my way.

I have multiple surgeries I want to get… Upper Bleph with endoscopic brow lift and lip lift. Plus a breast lift + implant.
I want to see Dr. Mascaro so you know the upper bleph & brow lift alone are going to be upwards of $15k-$20k with operating room fees ect
I feel so self conscious about my eyes/eyebrows and want to get the surgery but genuinely dont understand how people are able to throw down such a large sum at once??
I’ve been trying to save up and even opened up a high interest saving account but life always happens and I need a car repair or a new appliance ect and at this point it’s going to take years and I feel so discouraged!
So I ask the community in the most genuine way: How did you afford your surgery?
A personal loan? Care credit? Good old fashion savings?
Thank you in advance!

Hi I’ve had this red spot appear on my left breast about 2 months ago. It then disappeared for a few weeks but it’s now back. It seems like it’s nothing more than a spot, but should I go to the dr for this to check? 24 f with family history of breast cancer. Picture below

9 months postpartum and I'm done exclusively pumping my 2nd child. I literally have 0 chest left and look like a 12 year old. I absolutely hate it but I'm not for breast implants because I have GERD and can't really be on painkillers, I also don't like unnecessary surgeries and have already had 2 c sections. Anyways, will my boobs grow back at all? I am petite and only 106lbs but I had at least something before pregnancy and I am left with nothing. I'm literally an AA cup. This is just devastating.

I am currently wearing a 36G (pictures in links below wearing a bra from Soma). However, it is obviously ill fitting. It feels too large on me and I’m constantly adjusting. I do have loose skin and I’ve been blaming all the poorly fitting bras on that messing up measurements, but who knows. I had my boyfriend measure me using the calculator on the sub and it gave me a size of 38H, but if the bra feels large I don’t see how going larger would make sense, so I want to double check before ordering bras.
I believe I have a narrow root with projected breasts if that helps. Do any of the below measurements seem off? I’m going to have him remeasure me when he gets home, but for now I’d love some advice, thank you all in advance.
Loose Underbust: 37.5 Snug Underbust: 37 Tight Underbust: 36 Standing Bust: 44 Leaning Bust: 46 Lying Bust: 42.5
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My normal posts are 2-5 paragraphs. This is long because it's a starter.
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The sloping ground around the Kiaurk family mesa had been sculpted into shelves or terraces, and it was on one of those upper terraces that Kiaurk Nshurr now lounged beneath a pergola anchored to the striated stone face behind her. The mesa rose at her back: an enormous, looming, almost sheer outcrop that her family's dwellings had been carved into the face of. Wide, shallow steps cut into the artificial (but entirely convincing) sandstone wound their way up between landings and porticos leading inward, between tiny balconies shaded by bright solid-colored canopies, between rooms with flat walls and rounded corners that came jutting out to shadow the steps below. Rriigkhans rarely used glass as window barriers; smooth-edged holes had been cut through the rock in varying shapes and sizes. It could be difficult to tell which apertures were windows and which were entryways. A physical barrier that kept out the elements was obsolete in all but the crudest dwellings, though some of these larger holes were curtained with braided string or strips of cloth that served a purely decorative purpose.
From her high vantage point Nshurr could see the shelves stretching out below her as the base of the mesa leveled out to flattish terrain that was a wonderland of vegetation in muted rainbow colors: mustard yellows, clay reds, earthy browns and the occasional dash of sage or dusty blue. This scrubland lay like a blanket around everything below that was not part of the village between the mesas. Down there, adobe compounds never taller than two or three storeys seemed so squat compared to the mesas that Nshurr could see towering in the distance, many of those family mesas only a few hours walk from her own if she traveled by foot. The village sprawled, with tile parkways winding in serpentine fashion between the various buildings, courtyards, parks, and ponds. There were no property lines, no clear division of the land into neat little plots owned by the individuals who lived and worked in these places. It all seemed to be part of a whole, with a single unifying aesthetic. The village housed those rriigkhans of the lower castes, the kharratah and chelhautah, and the humans which were a caste all their own, haukagh-ar, except for a small number who lived with their masters in the caverns of the mesas or up on the plateau.
This planet, Sgarrl, terraformed over three hundred years ago, was home to more human servants than any other Ssaarian world – aside from Earth, of course, discovered eighty years ago. The fact that humans shared so much in common with rriigkhans made them the perfect species to incorporate into the rriigkhan caste structure as servants. They breathed the same mix of gases and required similar gravities, and their nimble little fingers were very useful for all sorts of work.
The rriigkhan language was not necessarily too complex for humans, but it was wholly unfamiliar – too many phonemes that did not fit comfortably in human mouths, from grunts to huffs, to rolling trills that might by voiced or not, sometimes rumbling out like a purr. To a human, Nshurr's name was a sigh and a trill, and yet she was accustomed to humans vocalizing her name in their heavy, slurring way: Na-Shuurr! Nasher! Sometimes simply: ɽ͡r! which she recognized more easily as her name, or at least part of it, and not some random sounds.
Still, despite the weird pidgin humans had made of her language and their English, she liked the little creatures. She had come to live with her Grandmother on Sgarrl only days ago, and had never encountered them before. The males only stood as tall as her collar. The females were shorter still, much like the males of her own species.
To human eyes Nshurr was felinoid, with a muscular swimmer's body and the broad muzzle of a big cat, with watchful, forward-facing predator's eyes that seemed unexpectedly expressive, because rriikghans had almost as many muscles around their eyes as humans did around their mouths to convey the nuances of emotion. Despite being larger than even many Earth men, she was considered sleek by rriigkhan standards. She made up for that with her broader crest.
The rriigkhan crest was something like the crest of Utahceratops – a keratinized plate growing up out of the skull, except divided into three lobes instead of two, with scalloped edges along the outer rim. Unlike depictions of Utahceratops, the rriigkhan crest was not covered by skin. At least, not on the top. Thick ropy veins squiggled under velvet fur on the underside, closer to the neck. (A thick, arching neck muscular enough to support the weight of that crest meant that Rriigkhans walked with a stoop that made them seem hunchbacked, to humans.) The surface of the plate on top was often rough, even bumpy or corrugated like deer antlers in some areas, smooth in others. Every female crest had four tines jutting from the front – a pair several inches above the eyes, and another pair further up. Directly above the lowest set of tines were twin holes, the howrf channels, just big enough for a human to insert a finger. These holes were very much like nostrils – much deeper, but damp inside, and lined with short, fine hairs to protect the sensitive mucous membrane from debris. The organs housed within these channels were the heart of rriigkhan culture, the foundation of all relationships, of sex.
Male rriigkhans, of course, had only their neotonous crests: diminutive, mostly smooth with rounded edges, without tines or howrf channels. Cute.
Nshurr's crest was wider than average, her upper tines spaced further apart, and combined with a compact face this made her look top-heavy. (A human might say that she was more snow leopard than lion.) Most female crests did not interfere with the movement of the ears – highly mobile, highly expressive paddle shaped things – but the edges of Nshurr's crest did jut out enough to almost shield them.
That her crest was weighty, that it was inconvenient, that she was often aware of it – this was Nshurr's pride. Her long tail curled in pleasure when she caught males looking at it. Humans seemed to be intimidated by it sometimes, as if she might decide to gore them with her “horns.” She considered herself a confident person; not a braggart, but self-assured, and to carry her jhekaah so visibly pleased her to no end.
Her fur was an almost peachy off-white, but a mask of pale peach shaded each seafoam green eye. The mask blended into the white further up her forehead until fur gave way to bone-tan crest, and was split between her eyes by the white of her nose. Oblong spots in that same peachy color, each blending from dark to light, streaked down her sides.
These weren't the natural colors of her distant ancestors. It was unheard of to see a rriigkhan who was not gene-modified in some way, even if those modded genes had been part of rriigkhan life for so long that no one thought of them as mods any longer. She also thought nothing of the subtitles her augmented reality implant displayed whenever a human spoke, AI translated to help her decipher the pidgin. AR was simply a part of her, had been since she was a kit.
Reclining as she was on a padded lounger in front of an iron brazier, full of cold ashes from last night's fire, Nshurr was dressed in a pale coral shift only a few shades darker than the peach of her fur. Medallions trailing fringes of cloth had been sewn onto the front bottom half of the knee-length garment. A row of those ornate medallions defined a plunging neckline that bared much of her chest, muscular and broad, possibly even masculine to a human. Her breasts were lower on her body and similar in appearance to a mare's udders: long nipples on a pudge of fat nestled close together on the pelvis, just above the place where her thighs joined her body. They were only small lumps beneath the shift when Nshurr stretched out her legs so that the thin fabric fell across them. It was the roundness of her hips and buttocks that marked her female to the human eye. (As if her crest didn't make that obvious!)
She was listening to the sound of two younger female cousins wrestling on a nearby terrace, and although from her vantage point Nshurr could not see them, she could imagine the scene from what she heard: Fherou and Lahk growling while they grappled with their arms, the crack of crest hitting crest and then the scrape of tine sliding against tine. Each was fighting to control the other's head, each trying to bite the other. It wasn't easy when each had a shaggy ruff to protect her neck, and any attempt to bite the other's face would be thwarted by an interposing crest. Rriigkhan hands were less dexterous than human hands, more pawlike with stubby fingers, but capable of delivering hard blows, and once or twice Nshurr heard a cousin snarl in response to a strike against her body.
The competitive pheromones her cousins exuded from their unextended howrfs, quite unconsciously, were beginning to make Nshurr's own heart beat faster. The end of her long tail, where it hung down from the reclining chair, lashed in agitation. She was beginning to imagine sinking her teeth into someone's skin herself, and if her cousins had not been so much younger and smaller than herself she might have gone down to their terrace to show them a thing or two. It was putting her off the human flute music she'd been listening to, fed directly into her own brain through her implant for her private enjoyment. (Certain aspects of human culture were very popular here on Sgarrl; she'd been curious about it.)
She did not feel like going inside to escape the pheromones; Nshurr craved the warmth of the sun on her fur, not the cool stone and artificial light of those warrens. Most of her male cousins had gone into the village for boating today. Well, perhaps she would go down and join them after all.
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For this prompt I imagine you'd play a human servant, probably a new arrival to Sgarrl but maybe someone who was born there. Even though I've set up a situation where my character would have a lot of power and yours very little, I want to clarify that I'm not interested in abusing your character I am looking for a slow burn interspecies romance that develops naturally. This story may deal with power imbalances and even speciesism, but I'd like to explore those topics realistically.
I want to explore all aspects of loving relationship... Flirting, cuddling, kissing, lots of romantic scenes and character growth. My “type” that I'm most attracted to are men with average bodies in the 40-60 age range, with realistic personality flaws. I am more than willing to tailor my character's personality and physical attributes to suit your tastes, within reason. I appreciate partners willing to do the same.
I prefer to reply more than once a day. 2-3 replies per day would be ideal, but I understand life gets in the way. I usually write 2-5 paragraphs, or 150-450 words per post. This starter is much longer than my typical post length, but my lengths vary according to need. If I'm introducing a new character or setting a scene, my post might go up to 1,000 words.
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I've heard the former is cheaper. Any idea by how much?

Lydia awoke with Waldo screaming. Lydia quickly got up and activated the magic stones lighting the room, Lydia did not see a reason for him to be screaming and was about to wake him when he went quiet. Lydia wondered what had happened and as she watched him she became concerned he was not breathing but just as she was about to shake him away he started breathing again then he began to weep in his sleep saying “I would take it back if I could. I did not know what it meant. Please, I never meant for this.” Lydia watched over him for several minutes as he repeated this over and over. Lydia did not know why but after a while she embraced him gently.
“It is ok. We all make mistakes.” Lydia said quietly holding him. She did not entirely know why she chose to do this as she felt some concern over what he was apologizing for having done but something made her decide to stay with him. Eventually, he stopped and started sleeping peacefully. Lydia slowly fell back to sleep after he quieted and returned to a peaceful state.
Lydia awoke again with Waldo sitting dressed on the edge of the bed. “Good Morning.”
“Good Morning.” Waldo replied, turning to Lydia. “Sorry, if I woke you in the night. I do not always sleep well.”
“I can understand that. It took almost a year before I could sleep through the night.” Lydia replied.
“I brought breakfast up. Kna mentioned I screamed in the middle of the night. I rarely have a companion… So I did not know. I guess I was extra loud last night. I woke some other patrons.” Waldo said calmly. Lydia climbed out of bed and dressed herself as Waldo watched her but when she looked at him she felt he was lost in his own mind.
"Copper for your thoughts.” Lydia said as she started to lace up her dress. Waldo walked over to her and helped her.
“I thought I knew who I was…but I remembered things last night…” Waldo said hollowly. “I don’t know what I was fighting for… All that time as a soldier and now I remembered… what I learned before arriving here and it isn’t what I thought.”
“Do you want to elaborate?” Lydia asked.
“I am not sure I know how.” Waldo said and there was silence for a moment.
“Well, maybe you should stay here if you don’t know why you were fighting. At least, until you figure out what you want.” Lydia said and feeling better about what she had heard last night she kissed him gently on the cheek. “Thank you. I would stay for breakfast but I need to get to work.” Lydia said, grabbing a piece of bread with an egg off the plate.
“Have a nice day and I hope to see you later.” Waldo said, as she headed toward the door.
“Good luck today!” Lydia said, smiling and left. Waldo collected several things from his pack then stored it under the bed and took the plate of food to the common room where he ate slowly. Waldo noticed that Lydia was not in the common room as he ate breakfast. Waldo did not have to wait long after finishing his breakfast before Strisk arrived.
“Good Morning!” Strisk waved at Waldo moving across the common room.
“Greetings Strisk.” Waldo replied standing and moving to meet him.
“Are you ready to go down to the training grounds?” Strisk asked.
“Yeah, let’s head out.” Waldo said, motioning for Strisk to lead the way.
“Are you in a hurry?” Strisk asked, leading Waldo out.
“No, nothing like that just…” Waldo stopped in the door exiting the inn as he looked out into the city. Waldo had expected Protham to be small but realized it had been dark when he arrived and late that is why he had not realized how expansive it was. Waldo saw a wall sixty or seventy feet tall. Waldo stepped into the street and could see a gate two hundred or so feet down the road in one direction and in the other there was what appeared to be a small square. “How big is Protham?”
“It is just a small village, only five thousand or so. Most people are employed in fishing the lake or harvesting trees.” Strisk replied. “The gnolls recently opened a college here… Something about ley lines and increased power, but that is not my expertise.”
“I am surprised they even care about the ley line. The planet is so saturated with magic I would have thought everyone can easily use it.” Waldo responded.
“I wouldn’t know about that. Are you a mage?” Strisk asked.
“I cannot use magic… I can still feel it pooling.” Waldo said, wondering why he could feel it still since he now knew he could not use it. “It must be something to do with the leveling. I wonder if there is a construct powering the whole system.”
“You are suggesting a magic artifact causes people to level?”Strisk asked, shocked at the strangeness of the idea.
“Um… So I assume it is a mage college of some kind they opened?” Waldo asked, trying to change topics.
“Yeah. I would have suggested going and seeing the head there about your teleporting but from what I have heard they see almost no one who isn’t a student.” Strisk said, starting to walk down the street. Waldo followed, taking in the people and the streets. Waldo noticed most people were gnollish he saw drakes as well but it seemed to be ten to one.
“Lydia said you are a Drake. I have never learned to identify the scaled races apart from one another. It appears that Protham is mostly gnolls and Drakes. What makes a drake a drake and not say a lizardfolk?” Waldo asked, carefully.
“Lydia is right. I am a Drake. Lizardfolk always have tails. Drakes rarely have tails and those that do have a tail almost always have wings. That is usually the easiest way to tell us apart but it is more nuanced. A healthy Drake’s scales are vibrant, we stand out. A healthy lizardfolk has duller scales. Drakes can have horns or spikes across their head and back but never hair. Lizardfolk never have horns but can grow spikes. Usually they grow something more like a fin, which can be over their head or even down their chin to their chest. All the facial features are nuanced except the eye. Drake’s eyes face forward. Lizardfolk’s eyes face out enough to easily tell if you look at them.” Strisk explained calmly. “Kobolds are short but look like Drakes with a tail and all the other scaled races have gills.”
“Thank you. I realize that might have been rude to ask but I assume it is ruder to make a mistake.” Waldo said as they continued to make their way through the mostly empty streets.
“Most drakes consider it the pinnacle of rudeness to mistake us for the lizardfolk. Well the lizardfolk seem indifferent. I once saw a short Lizardman get mistaken for a Kobold and they laughed about it. Well a few days ago I had to break up a bar fight cause a gnoll called a drake a lizard.” Strisk said. “My people need to calm down about being mistaken for another race. Most cannot even tell the other races apart. No offense, but I assume you are a human because Lydia is one without looking at your ears, which are currently covered by your hair you could pass for an elf in my eyes and if you told me you were a dwarf I would believe it… even though, I think you are too tall to be a dwarf.” Waldo laughed at Strisk’s words.
“An elf you say?” Waldo said, smiling and moving his hair from over his ears. “I am a human. However, I can understand the confusion. Even among humans it is possible for some to mistake another human as one of our kin races.”
“Kin race?” Strisk asked.
“Yes, races that share certain broad features and where half races are possible.” Waldo said.
“Then would Drakes not be a Kin race.” Strisk asked.
“You ever seen a half human and half drake?” Waldo asked.
“Well no, but I was told it was possible.” Strisk said, wondering.
“Possible for our race's women’s bodies to respond as if they are creating a blend. However, it is largely my understanding no blend has survived birth. Maybe one is out there but largely our internal anatomy; bone structure, organ placement, organs in general, and finer points don’t blend into something that survives birth if a pregnancy occurs which to my knowledge is extremely rare and usually it is a half race not a full where that can occur according to one report I read most mothers die in labor if they carry the blend to term and the child still dies.” Waldo said calmly. Strisk stopped.
“How do you know this?” Strisk asked. Waldo thought about it for a moment. Realizing he did not know how to explain having millions of years of knowledge on hand a little surprised he had so easily recalled something from another life. As he thought about it he wondered how he could so easily access it. Then he knew. Four of his prior selves had learned to build a mind palace. When the Orc had implanted all the memories, those four had combined their knowledge and laid out everything, which made him wonder how he knew about the interbreeding of humans and drakes, which brought forth the memories of four doctors. One of which was drake. Strisk watched as Waldo stared off into the distance. Suddenly, Waldo went pale and threw up in the street. “What the hell?” Strisk said, jumping back to avoid getting splattered.
“Sorry.” Waldo said, feeling queasy. Waldo pushed the doctor’s memories away realizing he was not ready to go exploring all the memories aimlessly. Waldo pulled out his hip canteen and washed his mouth out. Spitting the water down a nearby drain “Damn. I was hoping to not have to eat until dinner. I assume the interview will have a combat skills test?” Waldo asked, looking at Strisk.
“Well yes, but what was that?” Strisk asked, feeling the response was unjustified for his question.
“Oh, right, your question. Um… I went to a memory I should have left alone. I was thinking about my time studying… when I strayed into an incident.” Waldo said, trying to explain without lying.
“An incident?” Strisk asked.
“I expect there are things you have seen as a city guard you would rather not remember.” Waldo replied, carefully.
“Oh… you mean something like that. I can understand that. Let’s continue on. Just another block or so.” Strisk said, letting Waldo follow him. Neither said anything until they got to the city's barracks. They had crossed near the center of town and were now at a lakeside gate that had a training arena with a large gatehouse next to it.
“How many positions is the guard filling?” Waldo asked as they approached the building.
“We are adding five new full time positions in hope of growth due to the mage college, three part time, and around fifty new reservists.” Strisk said and then opened the gatehouse’s front door.
“Good Morning, Strisk!” A female voice behind the counter greeted as they entered.
“Good Morning, Violet.” Strisk replied. “Is Trag in?”
“Yes, he got in a bit ago and…Who are you?” Violet asked, staring at Waldo as he entered the gatehouse.
“Waldo Winter.” Waldo said, step into the room and bowing slightly to the human girl behind the counter.
“He is with me. Violet. He arrived in town last night under strange circumstances.” Strisk said.
“Is he why you are meeting with Trag this early?” Violet asked, keeping her eyes on Waldo. “Is he a criminal?”
“Yes to the meeting with Trag and not as far as I am aware. You haven’t done anything illegal have you?” Strisk asked, grinning Waldo.
“Admittedly, I have not read your legal code, but assuming it follows traditional patterns of legal codes for structured societies. Not in this city. At least, I very much doubt I have.” Waldo said, smiling lightly at Violet.
“What are you doing here then?” Violet asked.
“Apart from identifying myself to local authorities due to the strange way I arrived. Hopefully, applying for a job.” Waldo stated. Violet frowned.
“Are you applying for citizenship in Protham or just submitting notice of intent to work in Protham?” Violet asked.
“Notice of intent to work, at this time.” Waldo replied, moving up to the desk as Strisk stepped away. Violet handed him a sheet of paper and pulled out a second enchanted page.
“Good luck finding work here. There are not many jobs outside of scribe, barworker, or general laborer for humans in Protham. The Drakes and Gnolls are larger and stronger than humans naturally and they are basically hiring enforcers right now.” Violet whispered to Waldo. “Where are you staying?”
“The Spriggan Inn.” Waldo said, looking at the form, surprised he could read it. As he started to fill out the form he remembered a passage about grown arrivals passing between world and being gifted languages of the worlds they arrived on from death. Waldo tried to remember the author's reasoning for the gift but could not. Waldo wished he had learned written gnollish languages but had only learned their spoken languages.
“How did you come to be there?” Violet said, showing surprise.
“Long story short…Some sort of teleportation accident.” Waldo answered, focused on completing the form.
“Wow… Lucky.” Violet said, thinking it strange he appeared in the only inn with a human working in it in Protham.
“Yes, but I suspect there is a good reason for that.” Waldo said, handing her the completed form.
“You how to read Grofeas gnoll?” Strisk asked, looking at Waldo holding the form out to Violet. “You said you had not heard of this country last night.” Violet took the form looking suspiciously at Waldo.
"No, I am familiar with other gnollish written languages and this is close enough to them that I guessed. Please check that and make sure my responses make sense.” Waldo said, looking at Violet. Waldo smiled at his omission. He was familiar with several gnoll written languages and had learned a few key words like bathroom, food, and price but had not even memorized their alphabet. Violet started to look over the document carefully. Waldo noticed the enchanted page on the desk had a picture of his face on it now with a list of several things about him, such as height, an approximate weight, and the like. Waldo heard a low growl with several inflections. Waldo looked at the gnoll standing by Strisk.
“Would you mind repeating that? I am not sure I quite heard what you said, because I thought you called me a fur lover.” Waldo said, looking narrowly at the gnoll. The gnoll made several more growls at Waldo. The gnoll had reddish brown fur and stood a little shorter than Strisk. Waldo thought the gnoll would probably be considered extremely handsome among gnolls. He was well groomed and clearly muscled under the fur. He even wore a steel breastplate that was polished to a shine. Waldo saw a stamp over his right peck that appeared to be a runic enchantment.
“Because I am not. I learned it at the time because my life depended on it. The gnolls I met were not as affluent as you are here and only knew one language. Their own. I had to learn it or live without speaking. Their treatment of me would have killed me if I had not learned their language. They knew next to nothing of humans and were a tribe secluded in the mountains. They meant well, but due to the harsh circumstances of the location I was slowly dying from starvation and exposure. It took four weeks to learn enough for rough communication after which I found them to be extremely friendly and curious. I spent two years with that tribe before making contact with a human settlement in the area. I managed to broker a peace there because I learned gnollish. So I continued my education and have since learned various spoken dialects.” Waldo responded to the newcomers' growls calmly.
“Why don’t you respond in gnollish?” The gnoll asked, changing languages. Waldo growled back in several inflections and moved a hand. Violet had noticed hand movements when gnolls growled and never associated it with them speaking but Waldo’s movements were so pronounced she realized it had to be part of the gnollish language. “Fair enough. I am Captain Trag. Strisk says you are a soldier.”
“Wait what did you say?” Violet asked Waldo.
“Violet. Don’t be rude.” Strisk chided, curious himself but having held himself back.
“I am sorry. I have just never seen a non-gnoll speak gnollish” Violet said, almost involuntarily. Trag slapped Strisk across the back of the head.
“Strisk, she is our scribe, do not order her around.” Trag said, smiling. Waldo got the sense that Trag did not like Strisk.
“I explained human throats are not well formed for the gnollish language, which hurts my throat the more I speak it and makes my accompanying hand movements more pronounced than is proper.” Waldo explained to Violet.
“Can you teach me?” Violet asked, seeing how beneficial it would be to know gnollish in her job.
“We can talk after the interview.” Waldo said, smiling at Violet.
“Right, sorry. Thank you.” Violet replied looking over at Trag apologetically.
“Excuse me for interrupting your conversation Violet. I will make sure to send Waldo back once we are done.” Trag said, smiling at Violet then turning to Waldo. “What level of soldier are you? Or is it some other fighting class?”
“I don’t have any levels in fighting classes.” Waldo replied.
“And you want to be a city guard?” Trag said looking angrily at Strisk who looked at Waldo surprised.
“Wait, are you a medic of somekind?” Strisk asked, remembering the other night.
“No, just give me a chance. We should go to the training ground if combat assessment is to be a large part of this process.” Waldo stated, a little surprised they had started asking questions in the entrance.
“It is. We can train you in Protham legal code, but we rarely do combat training for our guards; most people come to us with twenty or more levels in a combat class, when they are applying to be a guard.” Trag stated, as Waldo opened the door.
“Where I come from people do not rely on the leveling systems for combat training.” Waldo started walking to the training grounds as Trag and Strisk followed.
“Where are you from?” Trag asked.
“Halcyon. Heard of it?” Waldo asked, knowing the reply.
“Nope.” Trag replied, thinking this human could never keep up with a gnoll or drake in a fight. “What are you wearing?” Trag asked, no longer able to hold back the question as the human looked very strange to him.
“Desert Armored Combat Fatigues, my throwing knives, combat knife, an assortment of tools I have found useful over the years, and a magic sling.” Waldo said, touching different things on his body. “The armor is stab resistant and there are several metal plates spread out in the fabric. If I get the job I would like to wear this until I can afford to get some locally made gear.”
“A magic sling?” Trag asked.
“Yeah, but I have limited ammo for it. It only works with special magic ammo and I doubt you have that here.” Waldo replied.
“Have you heard of a magic sling Strisk?” Trag asked.
“No, that is new to me.” Strisk replied. “I thought you could not use magic.”
“I cannot not cast a magic spell but this is an artifact. I could teach anyone to use it. If I had unlimited ammo or access to a bullet manufacturer I would be happy to show it off but I only have ninety rounds for it.” Waldo explained.
“How long have you been a soldier?” Trag asked, Waldo had seen himself in a mirror and knew they would not believe the truth. Waldo looked like he was in his prime but Halcyon slowed aging massively Waldo was older than any human got to normally and he was still unsure if he had died or Death’s healing had further reduced the effects of aging.
“Nine years.” Waldo replied, pushing it as far as he thought he could. Waldo had put his age down as twenty nine on the form, but knew he looked closer to twenty now. “I expect I will be sparing with one of you?”
“No, we are waiting for your sparring partners. I sent for two reservists. They generally are not needed for regular guard shifts and if they are injured it should not interfere with their regular jobs.” Trag stated, show us how good you are with throwing knives.
“Alright.” Waldo said, pulling four of the weighted knives from their sheaths. Waldo carried twelve in all. Four on his left leg, two on each arm and four on his chest. Waldo started by juggling the knives as he moved into position to throw them. Waldo smoothly plucked them out of the air as he was juggling them and launched them one after another in quick succession down the lane, with the knives sinking deep into the wooden target in a tight group.
“For having no skills that is pretty good. Now for the moving targets.” Trag said, with Waldo looking back at him as he pressed a button. Waldo watched as the targets began to move side to side. Waldo could tell this was intended for arrows as the range was longer than he would usually throw when it came to moving targets.
“May I move up or do you want me to throw from here?” Waldo asked.
“Tark throws from there.” Trag replied, Waldo grabbed two more knives, throwing them half a second after looking back at the target. Both landed bullseyes but Waldo could feel the strain on his muscles. He was not used to this distance. Waldo pulled two more and turned his back to the targets. Waldo slowly strafed toward the center of the range as he had started to the right side. After a moment making sure to give the targets time to move he spun around and with one hand launched both knives. One landed in a bullseye, but the other fell short. Waldo turned his back to the targets and drew all of his remaining knives placing them at the ready in one hand. Waldo turned and threw three and turned back around quickly. He heard 2 thuds and one that was a clang. He was not sure what the third had hit. Waldo spun around and sent his final knife down the lane hitting another bullseye. The three quick throws were not bullseyes but they had all hit targets.
“That is all the throwing knives I carry.” Waldo said. “Shall I collect them?”
“No, Strisk go get the knives and report back on how deep they are.” Trag said, turning the moving targets off. Waldo moved over to Trag as Strisk retrieved the knives. “Only one complete miss, that is not bad. If you are hired then we are gonna have to replace the knives with some weighted rods. We can issue you some bolas while on duty. Unless a kill order is issued, but most the time we will expect people to be taken alive.”
“Understandable. What is a bolas?” Waldo asked.
“It is three pieces of rope tied to each other on one end and has a weight on the other side. When throwing it, the intent is to hit a person's legs and if it works correctly it will wrap around a fleeing person’s legs and trip them. In town it can be tricky to use and for people they have lighter weights. It was originally used to hunt various animals on the plains. If the weights are too heavy they can break bones.” Trag said, explained. “What class are you?”
Waldo had been preparing for this question since they had asked him earlier. “Diplomat.” Waldo replied.
“You have no levels in a combat class but you are a diplomat as a soldier?” Trag questioned.
“When I use skills from it as a soldier it is generally in interrogations, but my personal goal was to try and find less violent solutions to my nation's disputes. So, I ended up becoming a diplomat. The times I acted in that capacity I was glad to have trained as a soldier. Few people seem to want peaceful resolutions. So as a diplomat I have often been met with violence.” Waldo explained twisting the truth. They stood in silence as they waited for Strisk to finish retrieving the knives. Strisk handed Waldo eleven of the knives and Trag one of the knives.
“Six perfect hits. Three near perfects. Two hits. One miss. Ten hits were all very deep. The one that made the clang hit a metal frame holding the target. It dented the metal and chipped his knife.” Strisk reported as Waldo sheathed the eleven knives he had been handed. Waldo looked at Trag just in time to catch his face returning to a neutral state after what Waldo believed to be a frown.
“How is your hand to hand combat proficiency?”Trag asked.
“I am an expert with a knife, however, I could easily swap it out for a padded baton. It would be harder on me, but I am sure I can hold my own.” Waldo said, showing the knife sheathed across his lower back and trying to determine Trag’s mood. Trag examined the knife and could see it was custom made for Waldo and well used.
“Strisk, you are good to go on patrol. Your partner should be ready about now.” Trag said, with a hint of sadness.
“I was hoping to stay and see him fight the reservists.” Strisk said, a little excited and as Strisk said that it clicked for Waldo.
“No one is coming. To test my combat proficiency.” Waldo said, calmly. “Sorry, Strisk. I should have known better.”
“We should go to my office and talk.” Trag said and handed Waldo the chipped knife Strisk had handed him.
“Wait, why?” Strisk asked, Trag.
“Politics, Strisk. Guardsmen are just a little political, which means Trag cannot hire another human. Especially, not in a citizen-facing role.” Waldo said, with a smile. “Am I right?”
“Violet, is our scribe. Citizen’s see her.” Strisk said looking confused.
“Violet is my scribe. She assists with filing and compiling guardsmen reports. She has only covered the front desk on a few occasions and usually it is to give another scribe a break or chance to go to the bathroom.” Trag stated.
“Strisk, thank you for introducing me to Captain Trag. I truly appreciate this opportunity. I would be happy to speak to you in your office Trag.” Waldo said, smiling at both of them.
“Sorry, Waldo… I didn’t realize.” Strisk said dejectly. Waldo laughed lightly.
“You have done no harm at all and even helped me file documents I needed to in order to stay. You introduced me to your Captain. Strisk, you have been nothing but helpful. Please do not feel sorry.” Waldo said, smiling at Strisk.
“Thanks, I guess I should get going.” Strisk said, clearly feeling better. “Sir. Waldo.” Strisk said, nodding his head to each of them and leaving. Trag started heading towards the guard house and motioned for Waldo to follow, which Waldo did in silence. Trag opened the door and sure enough Violet was no longer at the front desk. There was a male Drake scribe sitting behind the counter.
“Sir.” The drake said, standing up to greet them. Trag waved his hand and the drake sat back down. Waldo followed him up a set of stairs and down a hall to an open room with three scribes working on various documents on a table big enough for four, one of which was Violet.
“Your morning report sir.” A female gnoll scribe said, smiling at Trag and holding a folder. She noticed Waldo and her demeanor changed slightly. She glanced at Violet as Trag grabbed the folder.
“Thank you. I have a meeting for a few minutes. Is there anything urgent?” Trag gestured at Waldo. The scribes all looked up and gave a negative nod. “If needed you may interrupt us.” Trag said, opening his office door and leading Waldo into his office. It was a plain room. There were several chairs facing the back of the room with a large desk and chair behind it facing the door. There were two sturdy looking bookcases organized with an assortment of documents. The room was clean and orderly. A couch sat against one wall with a window behind it that had shutters and Waldo noticed a plain axe with a rope next to it leaning against a bookcase. “Please take a seat.” Trag said, opening the folder as he moved around the desk and sat down. Waldo sat across from him. They sat in silence as Trag read over a few reports. “Thank you for your patience.” Trag said look up from the report.
“Anything important?” Waldo asked.
“No, just the normal going on. Except for you of course.” Trag said.
“Yeah, I made a surprising entrance last night.” Waldo agreed.
“Teleportation has a tendency to create some alerts. If Strisk had not reported your arrival last night, the guard may have interrupted your welcome to our fine city.” Trag replied.
“That report is more thorough than I would have liked.” Waldo stated.
“Kna is a friend and Aer is a gossip.” Trag replied.
“I should have waited in the common room. We could have talked last night.” Waldo guessed.
“Doubtful, but I would have known your face this morning if you had.” Trag stated.
“I had hoped this was an offer for contract work of some kind.” Waldo said, frowning slightly.
“It still might be. I have not determined what to do about you.” Trag replied.
“Oh, well is there something you would like cleared up?” Waldo asked, smiling.
“Kna is worried about one of her barmaids. Aer has never seen her friend respond so positively to someone so quickly.” Trag stated, calmly. Waldo knew they were straying into dangerous territory.
“I have never responded to another human as positively.” Waldo replied, honestly.
“Just two soulmates meeting for the first time?” Trag asked, Waldo jerked in surprise at the word reacting before he could stop himself. Waldo realized Trag did not mean it the way he had taken it but it was too late. Trag had been watching him closely and was now looking unsure at Waldo. “I think you have some explaining to do.” Trag said, prepared to strike. Waldo leaned forward and placed his head in his hand dropping his show.
“This cannot under any circumstances leave this room. If you have listeners they need to stop. If you have a way to make the room secure. I will tell you enough to know why.” Waldo said, unsure of what would happen next.
“What, so can you kill me in silence?” Trag asked, feeling concerned about this stranger's response.
“If you want to tie me up feel free, but I am not talking until I am confident the secret won’t leave this room.” Waldo said, sitting back and calming his nerves. Waldo was trying to figure out how to explain this with as little lying as possible. Waldo wondered if he could avoid lying all together. Trag hesitated for a minute then opened a drawer and pulled out a small box. Trag said a command word under his breath and the box activated.
“Alright, we are alone and no one can see or hear us. This better be good or I won’t keep your secret.” Trag said.
“Have you ever been in love so much it hurt your soul?” Waldo asked.
“What?” Trag asked, surprised.
“I have. If I had understood this was possible. If I had known. I would have done so many things differently.” Waldo said, deciding to be as honest as he felt he could. “I thought she was dead. I joined the wrong people to get vengeance. To make it stop. In doing, so I pissed off some really powerful people. I thought my master was strong enough to protect me and I thought I was powerful enough to protect myself. I want to tell Lydia so bad. I want her to remember our time together. Every second we spent together. If I had magic this would be so easy but using magic to accomplish it would be wrong.” Waldo said, with tears in his eyes. “I wish I could just show her. However, the people I pissed off took my ability to use magic. I did not even know that was possible.” Waldo said, holding out an open palm. “Light.” Trag felt magic tug slightly, but nothing happened. “They took my magic so I could not interfere. When they did that I thought they would send me to a prison cell or some equally horrible place. They cursed me with unwanted knowledge I can barely grasp. Part of my mind is still trying to rip itself apart. But instead of sending me to a desert. They toss me like I am nothing and I land inside Spriggan Inn, in Protham barely even hurt. I did know she was the same soul at first. Standing in the dim light of the inn. She looks the same. Alive working as a barmaid in a place I have never even heard of. She doesn’t even remember me but she was drawn to me just like I was to her all those years ago.” Waldo said. “Kna is worried I might hurt her and honestly so am I. However, if we are to separate again I would have her tell me to go. It would be the most painful thing I ever do but I would leave if she asked. I don’t blame you if you don’t believe me, but I have found my dead lover again, my soulmate and I never thought I would see her. She died so I figured that was it. I did not know about the cycle but now I do. So please give me the chance to win her.” Waldo finished with tears at the corners of his eyes. “Please, I am begging you.” Trag knew Waldo was leaving part out but felt he was being honest and looking at Waldo Trag knew he held this man’s life in his hands at this moment. Trag looked at Waldo and activated several skills he had for conversations like this. Trag knew Waldo did not intend harm at this time or harm to his city.
“For the moment. You have convinced me.” Trag said, still slightly concerned, something about him bothered Trag, but Trag was confident the stranger would be unlikely to deliberately cause problems in Protham.
“Thank you for giving me a chance. I will prove I mean no harm.” Waldo said, starting to recover his composure. Trag grabbed the rope and axe, placing them on his desk.
“Do you know how to cut down a tree?” Trag asked.
“Yes.” Waldo replied.
“As captain of the guard. I am allotted two trees every year. The town allows me to do as I will with the tree tokens, I am issued. The mill will pay me five gold per token on average. However, If I cut the tree down and turn in the tree with the token they will right now pay eight gold. If you cut a tree down and turn it in for me. I will let you keep two gold coins of those eight.” Trag stated placing a token on the table.
“Sounds like a good deal.” Waldo replied.
“Have you hunted boar?” Trag asked.
“I have hunted. Not specifically boar but I am familiar with the complexities they present.” Waldo replied, wondering where this was going.
“Currently, we have a boar problem on the western road and several groups have been attacked by boars. It is quite troublesome. Protham does not have an adventuring guild and most hunters will hunt safer game or only kill one or two boars at a time. You can rent a hand cart for a day for three coppers at the docks. Usually they are used to transport fish around town. They are sturdy carts and can hold several hundred kilos. There are several blacksmiths in town that sell quality steel tipped javelins, for a silver. Now they are not perfect for hunting boar but they should work well enough. Currently, I have placed a bounty on boar kills of a silver per boar jaw turned in. We will even buy the dead boar for one and half coppers per five pounds. However, you could show us the boar, collect the silver, then most local butchers will buy dead boar for two copper per five pounds. Those are the current rates for whole boars” Trag explained.
“Sounds like I have a tree to chop down.” Waldo said standing.
“Out the main gate past the mill and then pick an un-worked tree the taller the better. They pay less for trees shorter than twenty feet and more for trees taller than twenty five feet. If you are willing to search there are some forty and fifty footers out there. I expect six gold regardless.” Trag stated.
“Why are you doing this?” Waldo asked.
“It is not one thing. Lots of little things adding up. Kna is a friend and Lydia is important to her. Kna knows I cannot employ you as a guard. This keeps you out of trouble. Solves a problem for me and if you work hard. Kna might start to like you. I was not going to be able to cut my second tree down before the end of the year. There are more reasons, but in the end, I see no downside for me giving you this chance.” Trag stated plainly.
“Well thank you. I appreciate this.” Waldo said and picked up the axe smiling.
“Good Luck. I plan to eat dinner at Spriggan Inn. So if you get back after sunset you can find me there.” Trag said, gesturing for Waldo to leave.
“Thank you, again!” Waldo said, leaving. After he closed the door he looked for Violet but she was not there. Waldo headed to the stairs back to the entryway. Violet wasn’t there either so he left a message for her and headed back to the Inn. Waldo wanted to ditch his armor before heading out to cut down a tree.

This is a deeply speculative post, but I've tried to cite quotes and specific figures wherever I can to help support the analysis.
I don't want to call this a proper theory because I'm not entirely confident in it, but I do think there's enough plausibility that it's worth sharing the hypothesis and hearing from others who may be able to contribute evidence for or against it.
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The Inteyvat is the national flower of Khaenri'ah, and it has "Teyvat" in the name. So it seems like it's safe to assume that it's a native flower to Teyvat, right?
But as I reviewed some of this version's new lore, I came to an interesting realization, given these two quotes:
Here's the two dialogues that mention it:

Mary-Ann:
You're from a very, very faraway place, aren't you, (Traveler)? What sort of flowers bloom there?
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Aether:
(Describe the flowers your sister wears in her hair.)
Mary-Ann:
Ah... Those do sound like lovely flowers.
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Lumine:
The flowers I wear in my hair.‍
Mary-Ann:
I thought those flowers were beautiful the moment I saw you.‍
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Traveler:
But I fear that they'll be hard to find now.
-Ann of the Narzissenkreuz, Act III: "If She No Longer Dreams of You...", Mary-Ann's Story

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Traveler's Sibling:

At the end of my journey, I arrived at a place known as "The Sea of Flowers at the End."
Do you remember? A long time ago, when we traveled between worlds together...
You told me... You wanted to find a place in the universe where that one flower was in full bloom.
To have a place like that suddenly appear before me...
Well, would you think of that as a coincidence?
-Archon Quest Chapter IV: Act VI- Bedtime Story, World-Order Narration

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This first quote implies that the Inteyvat is a flower that also appears in the homeworld of the Twins, and the second quote confirms that this is a rare flower, that the Twins were traveling worlds and had rarely if ever found such a flower in other worlds.
But there's something strange about all this: the Sibling comes across The Sea of Flowers at the End and saw a field of these rare flowers. Why would this rare flower appear in Teyvat of all places and not anywhere else in the Twins' journey?
Here's one comically simple explanation: Teyvat just so happens to have been a world where these flowers bloom. This is entirely possible and if it turns out to be the case then that's it, problem solved! If Mihoyo comes out and says "yup, it's a coincidence guys!" I'd be totally fine with that and the rest of this speculation would be quite pointless.
However, we don't have such a clear-cut answer on the Inteyvat's origins. I hypothesize there's a different reason for the appearance of the Inteyvat, one that assumes it's not just some random lucky coincidence– perhaps the Inteyvat is actually an artificial flower to begin with.
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Consider the following: why would the Inteyvat be subject to a condition where being removed from Khaenri'ah causes it to turn hard and lose its softness, as Dainsleif says in the Chasm? If we make the assumption that the Inteyvat naturally grows on this world, why would it be confined to a single nation and subject to a "curse" or "special condition" such as that?
There's something else going on here. The Sibling asks, "Well, would you think of that as a coincidence?" It does seem hard to imagine this being a coincidence, as these flowers seem to be so rare. But the Sibling seems to be approaching this with the attitude of taking this as some sort of sign.
What if this wasn't some prophetic sign that Teyvat was a special world to have the same flowers as the homeworld of the Twins, but rather an illusion meant to deceive the Sibling?
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Let's step back for a moment and consider the circumstances so far, by the time the Sibling would've encountered this so-called Sea of Flowers at the End.
The Sibling is surprised at finding this vast field of rare flowers that have a great emotional significance to themselves and their Twin, the (soon to be) Traveler. This is a field of flowers from their homeworld, yet which also just so happens to be the national flower of Khaenri'ah. This is a nation that's had a long history of research and study of the Abyss, with several prominent figures including the Five Sinners. When the Sibling appeared in this nation, they were supposedly meant to play some meaningful role in shaping its fate.
Among these Five Sinners we have "The Visionary" Vedrfolnir who seems to have had contact with the Sibling during their journey with Dainsleif, and "Gold" Rhinedottir who seemed to play a crucial role in the Cataclysm due to the widespread appearance of her creations and whose mastery over Khemia would reach the point of being able to create an artificial human. These people were major figures during the last days of Khaenri'ah and they would've almost certainly had contact with the Sibling, given that they were already in Khaenri'ah and had met figures like Pierro.
So we have the Sibling, a being from beyond the world with some great significance to Khaenri'ah. The Cataclysm eventually strikes and this Sibling tries to immediately flee, and is then stopped by the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles. The Sibling wakes up alone on Teyvat again and then continues to travel with Dainsleif, until eventually meeting Chlothar and then encountering Vedrfolnir shortly prior to the establishment of the Abyss Order; and within a few years the project to create the Loom of Fate would begin.
There are clearly powerful individuals who have some vested interest in the Sibling, and likely have worked covertly or overtly to influence them. In the end, we see the Sibling has become the leader of the Abyss Order and is waging war on Celestia. Importantly, they specifically mention that Sea of Flowers when speaking with the Traveler, strongly implying that it's one of their biggest motivations for walking down this dark path.
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This is why I suspect that The Sea of Flowers at the End might have been an illusion created by taking a precious memory —that of the flowers of the Sibling's homeland and their desire to find those flowers with the Traveler— and creating an illusory memory space with the intention of striking at the Sibling's heart.
After all, this entire conversation takes place in a memory space created by Caribert and Caribert himself fabricated an appearance since he never grew to be an adult before becoming the foundation for the Loom of Fate. Who's to say that The Sea of Flowers at the End couldn't also be such a memory space?
Furthermore, this could've served as a catalyst for the Sibling making a final decision to walk down the path of the Abyss Order, and seeing how Vedrfolnir directly acted in the past to encourage this decision, it's not hard to imagine that Vedrfolnir and other associated figures may have had some hand in making this illusion happen as well.
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Now we have to ask why the Inteyvat is associated with Teyvat in the first place. Dainsleif calls it the national flower of Khaenri'ah, for instance, but how could such a thing be if the Teyvat never existed in Teyvat in the first place?
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First, we have the physical existence Inteyvat itself. It clearly exists, so how does it exist on Teyvat if it's merely an illusion? The answer is clear... Khemia.
I mentioned Rhinedottir for that reason, because Rhinedottir was incredibly skilled at Khemia, even being able to create a homunculus. And this homunculus, Albedo, also learned Khemia and uses it to create artificial life such as flowers or tree branches.
So it's very likely that Rhinedottir (hell, maybe even a lesser mage) could've used the art of Khemia to create an artificial Inteyvat for the Sibling back when they were still in Khaenri'ah pre-Cataclysm. This explains why there would've been an Inteyvat in Lumine's hair back when the Cataclysm was happening: if Lumine is the Traveler, then Aether placed it in her hair when they were still in Khaenri'ah; and if Aether is the Traveler, Lumine had it in her hair already when he finally woke up.
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Then, we have to answer the "spiritual" existence of the Inteyvat. Dainsleif calls it the national flower of Khaenri'ah, after all. But... Dainsleif is an inhabitant of Teyvat and thus susceptible to Irminsul's influence.
If someone implanted a false memory of the Inteyvat into his mind, and the minds of all other people from Khaenri'ah, then that could convince him and others that the Inteyvat was always an important flower to the people of Khaenri'ah. And since the Sibling seems to be a part of Irminsul's "database" and thus may be susceptible to it as well, then the Sibling could also have fallen under this spell.
Furthermore, consider that Rhinedottir is part of the Hexenzirkel as well. We already have another figure in the Hexenzirkel, Nicole Reeyn, who is known to be actively aware of Irminsul's memory-manipulation power; she's the voice who speaks up in the Sumeru interlude quest when Scaramouche wipes himself from Irminsul. Regardless of whether Nicole personally plays a role in the fabrication of the Inteyvat, we can at least assume that Rhinedottir would be guaranteed to have learned about these properties of Irminsul via Nicole if she wasn't already aware of them.
Though I suspect the Five Sinners likely knew about Irminsul's properties anyways given their power and influence; mentioning Nicole is just my way of guaranteeing that we have at least one solid link between this Irminsul fact and the figures like Vedrfolnir.
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Now, we have an explanation for the physical presence of the Inteyvat (Khemia) and the mental presence of the Inteyvat (Irminsul), and we have a motivation for its fabrication.
It takes a deeply intimate part of the Sibling's personal experience and implants it into the very history of Teyvat and specifically Khaenri'ah, establishing a stronger connection between them.
The Five Sinners would've had the means to fabricate such a flower and then implant it into the memory of the survivors of Khaenri'ah, so they could easily produce "evidence" of its role in Khaenri'ah's history.
This all could've been a big part of pushing the Sibling to become the leader of the Abyss Order: the Sea of Flowers at the End clearly had a big impact on them and they chose to explicitly mention it to the Traveler when discussing why they've chosen to lead the Abyss Order and wage war on the Heavenly Principles.
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Finally, I'd also like to suggest that perhaps the Sibling has already figured out that it was an illusion. After all, in the present they do seem to be aware that memories in Teyvat can easily be manipulated.
However, even if they became aware of this memory manipulation via Irminsul they might still be on the same path for one of two reasons: either they incorrectly assumed they're immune to its effects and thus don't suspect the Inteyvat to be a fabrication, or they know the Inteyvat is fake but believe they've walked too far down this path to turn back now.
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I hope this analysis is substantial enough for y'all! It's hard for me to put these kinds of thoughts into exact words because I tend to try and looking at big-picture ideas and speculate heavily as a result, meaning it takes a lot more work to find concrete evidence to support these ideas.
I've got a variety of similarly "big-picture" hypotheses that I've yet to write about because of that– especially the "Abyss =?= Sea of Quanta" hypothesis.
But I think this is one case where there's just enough evidence in the current story that it's at least worth suggesting this possibility, and further story developments about the Inteyvat can help support or disprove this hypothesis!
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(As a side note, I could almost swear there was something in Genshin's lore that stated that there was a different curse on Khaenri'ah, where people from the Seven Nations who enter Khaenri'ah are forbidden from returning– and if they did, they'd turn to hilichurls.
I can't recall what source it was though, and my searches on the Genshin wiki are futile, so if anyone remembers what this source is [if it even exists] then I'd love to hear it! It was going to be a big part of my theory here, but I can't find the source to cite it so I won't elaborate on it)

I'm still only a few months into taking E but my body seems eager to grow tits. Thing is, the rest of me needs time to catch up or I'm literally going to look like a dude got breast implants by August. Also it's just starting to hit triple digits here and the sports bra I'm using is just too heavy for this sort of heat.
Do you have a favorite bra for those extra hot days? Is it a different type of bra? Just a particularly breathable fabric? Do they make bras from that same incredibly soft bamboo fiber they make those really expensive self cooling pillow cases from?