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Hola, I’m Jorge, 34 years old from Spain, living in Germany since several years and work as team leader for an international company.
Physically I’m 185cm tall, around 95kg and working on losing a bit more, bit of dadbod figure. Brown eyes, shaved head, beard, earrings and a full arm tattooed and half of both legs, already started a full sleeve on the other arm. I don't smoke and very much appreciated if you didn't either, I drink socially or the casual beer after work. Here are two pics of me: https://imgur.com/a/FxUmNuJ
Personality wise and hobbies, I am mostly laid back, I have high adaptability, responsible, I wanna think I’m funny, but you’ll have to judge that, good listener, not so good communicator but working on improving every day. My love language is acts of service and quality time. I mostly spend my free time watching TV shows or movies, videogames (mostly PC and PS5), with the occasional book when I find something interesting. Recently I started cooking and baking more, with average results. I collect LEGO Star Wars. I also enjoy the eventual night out with dinner and drinks but my social battery depletes fast. I kinda like travelling but not the process of going to airport - plane etc.
What I’m looking for: Eventually a monogamous relationship, but open to take things slow and know each other, I want to find my player 2, a travel partner, and mainly a friend. Open for long distance within Europe, since nothing ties me to this country, open to relocation for the right person. I am not interested in children, but would like to eventually get a cat or dog.
If you share some of the hobbies I like that’s great, if not don’t hesitate to message me anyways, I'm open to try new things. Willing to move off reddit after chatting for a bit. Have a nice day!

A Year ago, i met this guy in the airport while i was going back to my country. He is such a great person. We exchanged instagrams and started talking basically every day. Its not flirty or sexual or anything like that. he got me to watch anime and always motivate me to work out and all. He was nothing but a positive influence in my life. We dont live in the same city, but when i came back for the summer vacation he drove to my city to have a coffee. then in another occasion i drove to his gym to spend time with him. This is nothing but friendship and there wasnt anything sexual. He always always compliments me, and talk-a about always wanting to be a father and have a family. So many times in conversation he praises me and yk give small hints. But he mentions that he’s not so wealthy and in this society u have to afford certain things when ur in a relationship or if u plan to get married. He always says that he wants a relationship (in general) but not rn. I really really like him and genuinely just wishing he just tells me he likes me too. Im wealthy and i have no issues with money so idc about that. Its now more than a year or so that its been this way. Idk if im delusional and seeing more than whats there or i should keep being patient and let him take his time

So imma start with the obvious two
Ben 10 - easily an albedo alternate skin and his Omniverse jacket... If they use reboot Ben and not the Omniverse one they messed up. A ring out that has the Omnitrix timeout noise with a red flashing light would be perfect. For a stage? I mean you can take the brawlhalla approach and just throw a few Omnitrix logos on it and call it a day, but honestly I just want the forge of creation as a stage. Or the null void
Scorpion - again easy I think his default should be his scorpions revenge design, and he should have a mk2 style skin with unique poses to match this (like his victory he rips off the mask to show the skull, ane the loss he goes to and falls to the floor). Also his snowblind design... Just do it. As for a ring out either "toasty guy" or just the "fatality" text. And for stages... There's no better option for a platform fighter than the pit.
Green lantern - an Alan Scott design, I would say obviously do the other lantern corps but for team colours I don't think that would work well. For the ring out we already have one, but for no particular reason I would like a giant green boot ringout. As for the stage, obviously oa which hasn't been in a fighting game since mortal Kombat vs DC universe... We had two DC fighting games made by NRS and oa cameoed in one
Powerpuff girls - basically confirmed characters anyway but the rowdyruff boys is the most obvious choice I can think of. The ringout could be a chemical X spill followed by an explosion... I didn't watch this show so that's the best I've got. And we already have a stage for them.
Godzilla - extremely unlikely character, but if he is included then obviously the pink glowing one from the new film. The ringout literally has to be a nuclear explosion, like there is no debate about it. And the stage could literally just be Tokyo
Jerry Smith - we got a joke character and it wasn't Jerry?... Alright. Anyway his assistant outfit he wore in the fortune cookie episode, and his mech suit from "analyse piss". the ringout is difficult since we already have most of the Rick and Morty ones I wanted but honestly just make it a green portal with a monster coming out of it. And the stage should be the house which has loads of stage hazards in it

I have 75 days, which I’m proud of. But I am not doing well mentally. My dad died 4 years ago and I never really grieved him so that’s hitting me in waves. And I was dumped by a partner I was madly in love with and living with at about the time I got sober (my alcoholism was a factor in the breakup, but not the main one). And I just can’t function. My panic attacks are back. I’m needing an Ativan almost every day just to stop myself from texting her. I just feel like a raw nerve and like my life has gotten worse in some ways. I’m doing tons of management with my doctor to get my mental health under control and going to meetings and reaching out for support. I just keep waking up in this state of misery and panic. And hopeless because I am doing all the coping things but I don’t feel any better. Any support welcome.

I’m looking at horizons, but I see them on a screen.
My phone bill from Verizon and the numbers look obscene!
Nowadays it’s pretty easy to see every thing in seconds.
“Google this google that”
“I will hit you with a mention”
“Follow me on Instagram”
It only takes a moment.
See the tech in our reflection?
I don’t think that we are living; in one of Martins impressions.
Void of true connection We judge others by behavior we don’t care about their dream But judge ourselves from our intentions We judge ourselves by what we mean Skipping the suggestions We all play for different teams
Knowledge is cheap these days. But gold interprets questions. Seems the screens are setting sons, But the sun is never resting. What it means to be replaced When your energy is present.
Fatherhood.
Nothing gold can stay! That’s what Robert used to say.
Was he talking ‘bout a former scene Or was he talking bouts today?
Is there any less love from a screen, Than masters had for slaves?
Is there any less hate for a scream if it came from a whore you want buried in her grave?
It appears that the human has arrived, from a similar emotional e-state.
We went from segregation and discriminating. Now our distance is what separates.
I call into the system; Where is the love to date?
It’s not tech that kills us slowly. It indifference for our fates.
“Conversations with Clash”

For context, Me(17F) and my bf(17M) who we will call bob for anonymity have been dating for 4 months now. I’ve met a lot of people in his family which is decently big and some have been quite harsh to me while others have welcomed me with open arms. Bob has a brother who we will call Steve. Steve is M19 engaged to Becky (F19). When me and Bob first got together he had posted me on social media’s and Becky had commented asking what our body counts were on almost ot all of the posts until my boyfriend blocked her on the social media platform. He never confronted Becky about it to not cause issues and I wasn’t too bothered as I normally just keep to myself. Becky and Steve have been over to my boyfriend’s house quite a few times since we have gotten together but I never introduced myself because i felt uncomfortable and out of place due to the comments Becky had made but i thought they would come upstairs to say hello as Bob has told me they used to come up before he was dating me. Last month Bob removed Becky from a social and she messaged him on another social asking why, when he explained it was an accident she said ‘but i’m your sister in law :(‘ which is quite weird in my opinion but i thought nothing of it. Last week steve messaged Bob and said he was having a baby shower on a saturday, but told him I explicitly could not go, Bob left it at that until his mum spoke to him about it and asked if we would both be attending. Bob said no and explained everything and then decided to message Steve and ask why because it felt a bit disrespectful. Steve explained that he had not met me and the baby shower was a family thing, my boyfriend explained how it could be an opportunity to meet me as they had never made an effort to meet me so it was not fair. Steve got angry and disrespectful and mentioned how i had snapped Becky off of Bobs account, so i messaged steve and explained everything from my POV. How the comments becky said had made me felt, how it wasn’t my responsibility to introduce myself to people who have disrespected me etc. Becky then messaged Bob and started attacking me, calling me a pick me girl and saying i dress indecently and how Bobs friends want to pursue me etc. Becky was also making comments about my boyfriend’s body count, it is 5, all from relationships as he isn’t the type to sleep around. One thing i would like to mention is the fact that Becky got knocked up at 14, from Steve’s best friend, and then slept with other mine while trying to date Steve. I never said anything to Becky as my boyfriend told me not to and I also felt it wasn’t my place to defend myself as I am only the girlfriend. Somehow Bobs family members have found out about the whole ordeal and have taken mine and Bobs side. Telling steve to cut it out because it is unneeded. Bobs mum is insisting that i still attend the baby shower as her guest, but i’m not sure whether it is my place to attend as i don’t wish to ruin their moment despite the disrespectful comments made towards me. What should I do?

So I don't know where to start this from but I am so done with my parents. I've never loved them and I don't think I'll ever be able to have a good relationship with them, specially my mother.
Ever since I was around 13 14 years old I never felt loved by her. Meine aaj tk kisi maa ki ankho mein aisi nafrat nai daikhi jaisi meine apni maa ki ankho apne liye daikhi hai. It haunts me. Meine kbhi unse ounchi awaz mei baat nai ki, kabhi disrespect nai kia aur na hi krongi bcz ye mera farz hai but I don't think deserve this sort of a treatment from them.
My mom used to tell me just how ugly I am. Tum Kali ho. Tum badsoorat ho. Tum chlti bht ahista ho. Tumhari awaz bht buri hai.tumhare andr confidence nai hai. Tumhara posture bht bura hai. Tum aik disappointment ho. As soon as I used to wake up, these are the words I would hear. Everyday. And to this day, I don't actually know how I look like. My own face is very distorted for me( I am 24 now).
I am only allowed to be happy or nothing at my home. I cannot be angry, depressed, sad or anything else. Mei inko agr apni choti si bhi weakness zahir krongi to I know I'll be bullied for the rest of my life by my own parents. The consequence of this is that I cannot explain or express my emotions to anyone anymore. I get very agitated and frustrated when I am asked abt how I am feeling bcz I just don't know how to do that, what to say or what to feel.
My parents kept me isolated from the real world. I was at school/ college or at home. I had no friends, i never went out, i didn't have internet access till 16 years old. But once I got internet, it became a way for me to escape the hellhole that I call home. I was groomed by multiple men and was being blackmailed. Everytime I came into a relationship I thought, yes this guy will save me he'll take away all that pain but that wasn't the case. They knew I was vulnerable and used that to their advantage.
I am an artistic person, I drew and created sculptures, showed them to my family, but they never praised. "Yeh kia hai??", "kabhi kuch acha bi bnao", " time zaya krne se behtar hai kuch prh lo" . My art was thrown in the trash and when I used to ask my mom abt it she'll say "oh, mujy lga kachra tha, to meine phaink dia." Guests k samne itna acha bn jana, k jaise unse ziada open minded aur kind parent to koi hai hi nai.
This has already gotten very long but if there's a prent reading this, pleasssee let your child know you love them. Har baat mei lecture deine ki bjaye kabhi unko smjhne ki bhi Koshish kia krein.
And if you are a teenager, getting into a relationship won't make things easier or it will not take this away, khud ko iss mushkil mei na phasaein. I hope you find you person that loves you and protects you, but trust me, 16, 17 yrs isn't the write time to get yourself involved in this.
Thanks for reading 🙏❤️.

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'All personnel must abandon ship,’ thewords in the airsay. ‘Please follow guidance lights to escape pods. [540.537.536...]'
'Huh,' we think, and as we think it, the noise ofthe thoughtemerges from oursiphon.
We only vaguely comprehend what the words are telling us, but we understand that the audible words comprise a voice, which is what we use when we form audible words like “huh”ourself.
'Huh,' we say again.
We look back at the newspaper in the display of human possessions, and we realise that the words used by this new voice in the air and the words used by the newspaper are very, very different. Not only does the word 'ship' mean different things, but the voice didn't actually say the word 'ship'.
'Ship,' we say aloud. And then we say the word the announcement voice used, which wasn't “ship”, but means “ship”, and refers to a ship. And thinking of a ship conjures up images within us, like the newspaper did, but these are images of huge dark shapes above us, cutting through the water, their shadows gliding across the sand, the incredible volume of the noisy ones and gentle creaking of the quiet ones.
'[516.515,]' says the voice, and it occurs to us that we'd better find these escape pod things before safe egress from this ship is no longer possible, and whatever happens then happens.
The red lights are no longer just flashing on and off, but are now moving in an organised pattern, leading towardsanotherdoor, and we pull ourselves towards it.
Beyond is a long thin room – a corridor – with white featureless walls, and it takes us a while totraverseit. We soon start to envy jaguars and capybaras and humans – all creatures with rigid legs.
The red lights guide us to another door, but when we try to open it the control panel doesn't respond to the touch of our pokey arm. We realise the glyph on the control panel is different, and so is the door itself. Thisoneis larger, and looks very solid. It has awindowin it, and we stretch upwards, pushing and pulling ourselvesup until we can see through it.
Beyond is a further section of corridor, but this one is filled with fire thatflickersand flows. The top of the corridor has buckled and fallen, and jagged pieces of material have sheared into the walls. Thick smoke boils up and is sucked away through cracks overhead, and half of the red lights lining the walls have ceased to flash.
We try the control panel again, but even as we do weknowit won't work. The damage to the ship beyond is too extensive, so the door has been sealed. These doors exist not to permit entry, but to prevent it.
'Huh,' we say, taking a moment to appreciate how clever a door is.
'[471.470…]' The voice counting down reminds us.
We turn in the other direction and fold our arms into halves.We pushthe bent ends against the floor, rising up like a crab might, and attempt to imitate a walk.It’sslow, butisfaster than slapping our arms down and pulling ourselves incrementallyacrossthe dry floor. Wemove pastthe door to the containment chambers in search of an alternativepathto the escape pods. When we come to a junction at the end of the corridor we pause, looking both ways, trying to judge which might route might be most favourable.
But then a figure appears, coming towards us fast from the left.
Ithas six limbs and moves on thefour stubby digitsat their tips. The limbsareless flexible than ours, each bending only at two locations. The creature is covered in a tight grey fabric, except for its head, which splits in two directions and has an eye at the end of each. Its mouth is a big round hole that wibbles around the edge as it comes to a halt beyond an arm's reach from us. Like the boar and the capybara and the jaguar, we don’tthink we’ve encounteredone of these before, yet we do know what it is – a mixcycla.
'Who are you?’ itasks, using the same kinds of noises – the same language – as the voice in the air. ‘Why have you attacked us? This is a peaceful research vessel!'
We try to respond to it, but we don't know what words to say, or if theywill come out right.Ourarmswave in the air and change colour.Scarletspots form on them and race from our body down to the arms’ tips. We wonder if we've spent too long looking at the red lights overhead.
The mixycla backs off, rearing up onto its four hind limbs andraisesa blunt metal object with theremainingtwo.
We try to communicate again, this time concentrating on words. Words and noises.
'We are…’ we find our voice by pushing air through our siphon, matching the mix’s language, but still don’t know what words to use. ‘We don't know... we did not attack you.'
'Youdid,' the mixcycla insists, and lunges forward, swinging its weapon at us. We reach up and catch it mid-swing with our mighty limb, and another, the first on our left, lashes out with a balled tip and bops the creature in the face, sending it sprawling against the wall.
'Good job, fighty arm,' wetell it,impressed by the strike. The creature struggles upright, and realises that it's somehow left its weapon in the grip of one of our other limbs.We look around at our waving arms, and it occurs to us that theremight bewords for what wearetoo. 'Are we an... octopus?'
The mixcycla stares at us, its mouth wibbling. 'Wait... Yes,' it says. 'You... you aren't from the boarding party. You're different colours... but I recognise you now. You're a specimen! You must have escaped your research pod!'
'[442.441…]' the air voice reminds us.
'You shouldn't be awake at all... Your cell must have malfunctionedafterthe attack. You aren't supposed to... I mean...'
There comes a noise from behind us. The creature looks in that direction andpales inshade slightly – a much more efficient means of communication than its voice-words. We look round to see what has triggered thisthreat response, and see three tall figures charging down the corridor.
These ones are different, clad in black armour. They have only four limbs, two for locomotion and twowhich holdlong complex objects –probably some kind of weapon. They remind us of humans, but the way they more is more... crustacean. No word comes to identify them.
'Oh,' the creature beside us says. 'That's the boarding party.'

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Guys I don’t know if I’m spiraling or overeacting but here is a shorter version of my dilemma. My fiancé M40 and I F29 have been in a long distance relationship for almost 8 years now. During rona he had to move into a hotel and has been living there ever since.
I have visited him recently and during the time I was there we would go down to the hotel bar,DAILY. The bartender who works there is super friendly and her and I somewhat became “friends”. Now, I do not feel threatened by her,I can 2000% say my man will not physicallycheat on me with her or anyone HOWEVER,I can’t stop overthinking the fact that he spends most of his free time at the bar with her and of course other people.
Like legit we talk max 2 hours a day on his days off but after that he will 100% be running to the bar from 6 pm until late at night,most of the time he will go to the bar,go eat or whatever then return to the bar. I’m trying to explain to him that this lifestyle is not sustainable and once we move in together I won’t be going to the bar like that and he will be stuck in the house with me which clearly will not be even half as mentally stimulating as socializing at the bar.
Also, the fact that he’s “bffs” with this bartender meaning he will sit there and talk with just her for hours on end, they text each other and so on is not healthy for our relationship becouse he only has positive interactions with this woman which is not possible in a normal romantic relationship. In the end is going to affect our relationship and result in him having resentment towards me for not being able to have only positive interactions with me.(if that makes any sense ) Is this a valid concern ? Any advice is appreciated!
TL;DR : Soon to be husband spends most of his free time with a female bartender at the bar and won’t stop even though I addressed my concerns.

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In every break up there is one person who comes out stronger than the other. I'm used to it being me. I was engaged once, and I was able to come out "on top" of that even tho I lost all material stability. Because I did what I knew was right, and I didn't lose my pride in myself.
But this time it's different. This girl has DESTROYED me. I wanted to marry *her* she was the *one* in my mind. I ended my other engagement to find *her* that's what I told myself.
Then she broke up with me for no reason a week after my birthday (and she gave me the keys to her apartment as a segue to me moving in...) and I lived in DENIAL for about a month about it. I kept saying to myself "this is too bizarre to be real, she'll come back" so I kept my pride.
Fast forward to now, a little over 50 days later, and she not only hasn't gotten back together with me, but she is now ignoring my texts. I made the mistake of looking at her Instagram (why did social media have to be invented?? just to do this??) and I saw she's dating someone else now (who looks JUST LIKE ME?? but not as cute...) .
I'm baffled and humiliated. I cannot let myself fall apart, and this stubborn pride is causing this to hurt more than it needs to. I'm hurting myself for hurting.
I cry every day, I'm not attracted to anyone else, I can't wrap my head around this. It just doesn't make sense.
I don't know how to feel proud of myself because I don't know why this happened or how to move on.

Basically my system was working fine until my keyboard started disconnecting randomly on boot. Usually unplugging and plugging back in would do the trick, but eventually my keyboard would turn on on boot and immediately turn off. I received an error message (can’t remember exactly) regarding some power issue with my USBs. Everything else works fine, so I bought a new wireless keyboard to see if that would change things, and it didn’t. now the mouse won’t work so I can’t even get into bios or anything. I’m going into look at my power supply and how it’s connecting the rear panel USBs and everything, but I don’t know what I’m looking for honestly. Really appreciate any help.

I got accepted into university and there is a bunch of stuff running through my mind right now. Basically a few years back it was never really my intention of going to uni as academically I was a pretty dumb kid, I still am but I managed to get my grades up and proritized school. But with that being said I never had a plan of what I'd do going into uni and the goal has changed multiple times, I've thought and rethought where I want to go a million times and I just landed on finance because that's one thing I could get into with my fairly low school average that could potentially pay well.
But I am having cold feet very bad. I didn't anticipate what I was getting myself into and how high tuition really was couple with the fact that my uni is nowhere close to me and I have no other means of getting there other than a 2-3 hour bus ride from where I live. I don't have a car nor a licence so my situation is kinda fucked.
My parents, my whole family want me to pursue uni and I was down with it until the gravity of the situation hit me.
One pathway I thought of that I thought would be good for me would have been skilled trades, something like being an electrician or carpentry, my parents are fully against the idea and if I were to say something now I fear they would flip out and just flat out tell me no.
If they did I don't have anywhere to live and the job I'm working will not sustain me for me to live on my own in my city either.
Skilled trades isn't exactly a passion of mine but neither is finance so I don't see the harm in me pursuing it. I at least know I would be better at a physical job as I don't mind hard labour.
The one application I sent to uni that I was hopeful for was biology adjacent since I do enjoy biology but I got rejected from that so I'm really stuck in this weird position in my life.
I'm so scared. Of any decision I make, I'm scared of being told I can't do what I want but I'm also scared of wasting time and money on something that I might also fail at. Again I didn't do the best in school so I don't imagine uni will be any easier.
Please help

CW: talk of sexual and non-sexual ageplay, csa, impure regression, and regression therapy (lmk if I missed any)
Okay, before I start this off I want to say that your regression experience is valid. If you disgree with what I say thats fine, all I ask is that we keep it respectful.
I think that the "You are not regressing" post did have some valid points, but I think because they had a very hostile attitude we were very quick to get defensive.
In this post I want to adress some things that I thought they had right, number one being that some people experience "age regression" much different than others. I have experienced both what most people describe here as "age regression" and what op had described as "age regression" and they are very different things.
When I involuntarily/impurley regress (which is what I will call what op described as real regression) it can be terrifying. I forget most if not all of my adult skills and memories, and I also lose control of my bladder and fine motor skills. It usually happens after I experience a bad PTSD flashback, and while having a Caregiver around can help make the experience a bit better, it is still overall bad. I mostly just spend my time crying when this happens.
In contrast, when I experience volentary regression (which is what i will call what most people here post about and describe as age regression) it is much different. I can usually remember the people in my big life, as well as how to use big technology. While I do sometimes struggle with my bladder and motor skills, it is nowhere near the extent that I do when I regress involuntarily. Even when I regress this way unintentionally while upset it is much different, and with the help of a caregiver i can usually calm down and have a good time.
Im not going to say thay either of these is or isnt regression, but I understand why OP would want to make a distinction. It can feel very isolating when you experience involuntarily/impure regression and try to find community here, as it can seem like everybody is saying they experience what you do and then describing a completely different experience.
I also understand what they were saying about "regression therapy" and if your therapists are recomending it you should probably be worried. Regression therapy is already a thing in the mental health industry, and it IS NOT what is described on this sub. Regression therapy is a type of hypnotherapy that involves being hypnotized to a younger mental age. This practice has been used in the past to plant false memories and traumas in a person that were not there previously, giving people pretty severe trauma. I just cant see a reputable, well-informed therapist calling it that unless you have already brought it up using this terminology.
Before I start this section I want to put a disclaimer: minors should not try to find any sort of caregiver online for any reason, and they should not experiment with ageplay in any capacity sexually and should be VERY cautious if they want to try it non-sexually. If they do want to try non-sexual ageplay (or even agere tbh) with a partner they should only do so with someone who is a similar age as them and who they trust very much irl
Lastly I want to adress what they said about ageplay (ddlg, abdl, whatever you call it, im calling it ageplay). I want to start by saying I understand why so many people in this sub have a big dislike of ageplay and want to distance themsleves from it. It is often confused with agere and can often lead to us being sexualized online, and it can also feel like it is corrupting something important to you.
That being said, ageplay can and often is done non-sexualy. Kink is not inherently sexual, even if it seems that way online. In real life kink spaces many people practice kink non-sexually for fun, comfort, or to deal with trauma. Anybody who practices kink will go into a "headspace" no matter of it is sexual or not. Most people who do non-sexual ageplay are doing so to cope with childhood trauma and have fun, same as many people in this sub. The complete demonization on ageplay in this community as well as the often oversexualization in ageplay online communities can make these people feel very isolated in their experiences that are, in the end, very close to the agere experience.
It is also possible for people who age regress to also do ageplay SEPERATLY as a way to cope with trauma, most comonly csa, as it gives the traumatized party a chance to re-experience the trauma in a way that feels good and they have control over. When we as a comunity demonize ageplay it can make these people feel like they are coping wrong, and it can bring them a lot of shame. While I do emphasize that the sexual and nonsexual aspects should be kept seperate (only nonsexual stuff should be on this sub), we should also be kinder. People cope in different ways, and while the thought of ageplay may be very scary and upsetting to you, it can be healing for someone else.
Thats all, sorry for the long post. Im open to discussion, just try and keep it respectful. Have a great day :)

Hi, I am new here and I am posting for the first time. Please let me know if I am breaking any rules here so I can re-do it. It is one full chapter, but because it is so long, I broke into three parts.
This is a theory for the actual Prologue of The Winds of Winter. Please enjoy.
The Winds of Winter
Prologue
A storm was coming, but that was not part of the plan.
To the east, dark grey clouds and flashes of lightning were seen afar while thunder could be heard mumbling its rage in the distance. Here where they stood, fierce sea-chilled winds blew from the clear skies of the west. Two weather fronts were on course for a collision, and caught in between was a giant rock that mountains above the shoreline, a hard place. The old natural stonewalls of Casterly Rock were half bathed in gold from the even-falling sun, while the other hid in the shadow of the approaching storm. And soon enough, everything will be clouded in black.
The sound of the strong waves smacking into the face of the stony cliffs can be felt from a mile away, as it was no different from the ones crashing into the wooden hull of their galley. Above their rocking swanship, three tall wooden masts sported simple dark black sails, filled with winds from the west, speeding their eastern course towards the home of House Lannister, ready to hug the coastline tight, fast and dangerous.
The Summer Isle captain at the helm shouted his accented announcement, “Awww shittt! Everyone get yo shields and weapons ready. It’s about to go down! Adventurers and avengers, assemble up to the deck of Motherfunker. Be sharp and stay on yo toes! We’re running this so let’s go!”
“With me to the boats!” the legendary stern knight Ser Brynden Tully called out as his fighting men rallied at the starboard rear of their ship, emerging from the cabins below.
“We all chose to be here. If any man wants to back down now, then do so quickly. I would not die in that man’s company. We elected to do this task for honor and for justice. Some of us are here for vengeance and we may even chance to kill some of them. If so, you may enjoy your short moment of pleasure. But what I offer here is the IMMORTALITY of the songs and tales. And when it is all said & done as we return safely home, the singers will sing of this glorious day, our honorable deed, and their shame of a jape. And they will sing it from this day to the ending of the world, and we in it shall be remembered! We few, we brave few, we band of brothers. For he who shed blood with me today shall be my brother forever in song!”
A roar of cheer exploded in the air, loud and thunderous. As the ruckus died down, Lady Mormont proclaimed, “And a sister too!”
“Aye Maege,” said the Blackfish. “But we have always considered you as one of our brothers. Between your legs, your sacs are larger than most men, especially all the Lannister soldiers.”
“Well that is easy to say, all those Lannisters are a bunch of golden eunuchs!” Lady Mormont declared unlady like.
Laughter swept the deck.
The Summer Isle captain above shouted again and prayed, “Today is The Day, and the moment is upon us my friends. Thirty seconds until the drop zone lads! May the gods be with yo!”
On the starboard stern, three small rowboats hung out from the hull, hovering above the rough waves. Attached over the swanship’s parapet was a roped ladder, allowing the fighters to lower themselves down onto their watercrafts. Each one was designed to hold four pairs of oarsmen abreast, and a single coxswain to steer at the rear.
They were twenty good men and Maege. Each one scaled in black boiled leather armor, with a quiver of arrows slung on one back shoulder, and a Summer Isle goldenheart bow on the other. Most fighters had their own selection of close quarter combat weapons that sat on their belts while a round black-painted wooden shield rested at the center of their backs. They wore no sigils and smeared mud spots on their faces to mimic dark ghostly shadows for this stealthy task. They were lightly armored and had fewer weapons, as their goal required speed. If all goes to plan, they would not need any of them. They could accomplish this mission without a soul lost on either side. But this approaching storm was not part of the plan.
The Blackfish made one last heroic call on the deck of the Motherfunker, before he lowered himself on the ladder, “Come with me and take this song!”
Rico added to the cry, “Come on brothers! Do you want to live forever!?!”
They roared proudly again and began their descent as the Summer Isle crewmen assisted the Westerosi to the ropes, sharing firm ebony and ivory handshakes as they told them they will be back.
Ser Brynden Tully reached the rear rowboat LionsJape along with June, Jory, Jess, Fess, Ben and Benjen. Though it was the end boat, it will be the first to fly.
Aboard the middle boat WinterStorm was Lady Maege Mormont, and the other six oarsmen Phyl, Rico, Sam the Shredder, Ser Barnabus the Goose, Scrooge, and Queen Jeyne’s brother Ser Raynald Westerling.
Lord Galbart Glover commandeered the third boat BattleWolf, which hung closer to the center of the swanship. On it were the younger men Donal, Mikkal, Raff, Leo, and Alesander, all merely teenagers.
As he watched from above, Ser Olyvar Frey thought they were little dark turtles crawling down the ladders with their black shields slung on their backs. As the last turtle, Olyvar hugged & kissed his sister Roslin, and then their brother Perwyn. Ser Perwyn Frey was Lady Tully’s sworn shield, charged with her life’s protection, and her unborn child’s too. Though they were all Frey as family, Rosby blood thorns in their veins as well. We were all just sweet Roses By another name, a horrible name.
Olyvar descended. Alesander Frey was waiting for him adjacent to an empty seat on the boat. He was Olyvar’s nephew, but because they were of a similar age, Alesander felt more like a cousin to him, a cousin that felt more like a brother. He wondered what their mothers would have thought if they saw them there now. As Olyvar sat, he stretched his arms wide at the starboard-bow of BattleWolf and the brothers both grabbed an oar each. Alesander sang and japed, “Are you ready to fly this boat to the moon somehow?”
“Nothing is impossible!” Olyvar smiled.
Ser Olyvar Frey never thought he would be on this boat, absorbing the wrath of the big blue watery roads, rocking BattleWolf as it clung to Motherfunker. But his new knightly confidence was so high he could roar at the Drowned God to look at him and tell him to piss off. But he knew better and kept his silence. With his Frey luck, he believed his corpse would be bedding with mermaids down under the sea if he ever cursed the Drowned God aloud.
The owner of the swanship Motherfunker was an exiled prince of the Summer Isles, a big man with a short black beard, shiny bald head and a dark patch over his left eye that he can’t see through. He was Captain Samullu Jaqenssen, but notoriously called the Black Sparrow … though Olyvar had never heard of him until recently. He and his crew were the only sailors that would assist them in their cause, hypnotized to be a part of their upcoming famous Westerosi song. He was to help navigate his galley at high speeds hugging the rocky coast of the Westerlands. With the three rowboats hung to the side of Motherfunker, it would be hard for the sentries on top of the Rock to spot from above. The Motherfunker stayed far away from the coastline to only emerge near their objective at the time of attack. With a single swanship with plain black sails, the Black Sparrow hoped that the Lannister watchmen would pay them no mind as a regular trading galley on its way to Lannisport or wherever, instead of a vessel for an amphibious assault on their castle. And the stronger the winds and the faster the ship, the window of time to be exposed was much shorter. “They had the need for speed, and the speed needed the wind,” Goose had said the night before. The gods have blessed them with strong winds now. They were to come with the sun setting at their backs in the west, blinding any coastal lookout. Because they were cursed with this approaching storm, the plan changed and they had to depart earlier. Olyvar prayed that this would not compromise the mission. Only time will tell.
Racing onto the storm and nearing the rising cliffs, the Captain spun his ship quickly to a southern course and gave the crewmen the signal to dismount. “Ahhhhhhhhh-ah Ahhhhhhhh-ah!”
“Get ready to push!” the Blackfish commanded.
Each oarsman pressed the tip of their long wooden stick onto the hull of the galley, ready to push off. The Summer Isle crewmen began severing the connections of the mothership and its three rowboats. Single-handed axes swung as LionsJape pushed itself off, the first of three. The rowboat plummeted and the waters swallowed it before spitting it back out just as quick. After allowing itself to lose in Motherfunker’s wake, the oarsmen redirected the bow towards the rocks at the Blackfish’s orders.
The WinterStorm followed right after with Lady Maege’s commands, “Push lads! Push! Push!” as it dropped.
Now it was BattleWolf’s turn. “Gods damn it, I’m too old for this shit,” Lord Glover said as he raised a gloved hand and swung it down, giving the signal to cut. At the main deck, the crewmen swung their axes, gleaming gold in the western sunlight as the oarsmen pushed off. For a heartbeat, the fall had taken Olyvar’s breath away as Lord Glover’s BattleWolf floated in the air. Are we flying? Are we on a dragon? His rowboat slammed into the water, splashing chilled wet droplets inside the boat and out. His hair of short black curls flew and fell, dampening at the plunge. The collision almost knocked Olyvar and the men overboard, but they hung on. The Motherfunker left them with a white salty wake as it headed south. Lord Glover then commanded the starboard men to pull their oars, aiming towards WinterStorm. Olyvar pulled. Once aligned, both sides of BattleWolf began to rev hard. The men were howling and roaring with each tension, trying to evade this dangerous zone of being spotted.
Since the Red Wedding and the death of his beloved King, Robb Stark, Olyvar could not sleep. Grief, anger, vengeance, insomnia and drowsiness took him over the days and nights that felt like half-dreams. But the crashing kiss of the water dive had re-woken Olyvar in shock, as he realized what they were about to do was no fantasy he had ever known. Nothing can stop us now, this is really happening. His heart was pounding to the rhythm of the oars and he wanted to scream his battle cry. He could still hear Jaqenssen the Black Sparrow sounding his siren “Ahhhhhhhh-ah Ahhhhhhh-ah!”
We are brothers loyal to the King in the North, the land of ice and snow. We serve Riverrun and Winterfell, where the hot springs flow. And now the divine winds of the gods had driven our mothership to the Westerlands. To fight for honor, the North will sing and the West will cry. Casterly Rock … Winter is Coming! On we sweep with threshing oars, our only goal will be the western shore!
As Olyvar’s oar rose and fell, he looked up to the windows of Casterly Rock’s tall stony towers, searching for the signaling candle light. But it could not be seen this early. Only when the sun was fully set as planned, this candle would replace it as the guiding light. They rowed by rocks and rocks and more rocks. Seagulls flew in spheres above them, chasing one another. The sun still hung in the air, slowly falling to splash onto the western horizon of the Sunset Sea. They then rowed by a courtyard that just floated on the earth forty feet above the sea’s surface. Suddenly on the other side of their boat, they eyed a whale skimming off the glimmering golden ocean. The boys of the vulnerable BattleWolf did not say a word as the monstrous water-beast swam the opposite direction just twenty yards away from them, paying them no mind. It was a good thing I did not curse the Drowned God as I was going to earlier.
Olyvar, Alesander, Leo, Mikkal, Raff and Donal were seated on Galbart Glover’s rowboat, rowing to Galbart Glover’s commands, “Row! Row! Row your boats you son o’ wh*res!” and taking in Galbart Glover’s cold stare as he eyed the two Freys specifically when he said it. Olyvar’s arms began to tire, but this was not the place to show weakness to his brothers. So he pulled on while keeping their rowboat as close to the stony walls as possible to avoid detection from above.
They trailed the Lady Bear while following the Blackfish. Soon after, Ser Brynden Tully had found his mark and grounded LionsJape onto a small beach. His men exited, flipped the rowboat above them and dashed forty yards straight toward the rocky edge, where a small barred cave was fitted at the base. Underneath the rusted iron, a thin valley of brown watery slush stank & trickled into the sand & sea. Everyone knew what that was when they agreed to participate in the assault. The Blackfish was told back at Riverrun about a sewer path inside Casterly Rock that allowed all the shit and piss to drain out to the ocean. This tiny hole by the foot of the mountain was all and everything for the mission.
When the sprinting men reached the end with their boat, they dropped it at the skirt and pressed themselves against the wall. The façade was conveniently arched outwards as it ascended, making it difficult to be sighted from above. With the waves muffling the noise of speech, any of them can speak freely outside at sea level. From the cliffs above, their human conversations below would only sound like ghostly whispers. No casual listener should be alerted to such. But hearing and seeing are different things, and they must not be seen.
WinterStorm and BattleWolf soon followed. As Olyvar departed BattleWolf, he cringed at the soreness of his arms that the work had left him. His arms will have to ache again as his squad lifted the rowboat above their heads. They stormed towards the barred entrance, with bow and quiver slung on each shoulder, a turtle shell shield at the center of his back. While the others carried shorter lighter personal weapons, Olyvar was equipped with a longsword that once belonged to his King, Robb Stark.
They dropped off BattleWolf when they reached the wall, waiting for a way in. Ten brothers on one side of the cave, and eleven on the other. The closest ones to the door had their small axes and weapons drawn along with their shields, while the further ones notched an arrow onto their bow. Olyvar had his Summer Isle goldenheart bow ready. The entrance was small, the same size as their black shields, guarding the realm of Casterly Rock, and they continued to wait.
This thunderstorm was coming, and it was not part of the plan. It was the Blackfish’s decision to leave Motherfunker earlier before the storm surges would flood the sewers of Casterly Rock. Their forty yard dash from the beach to the gate may be twenty yards if they arrived an hour later … and there may be no more exit by the time they escape back. But Stark loyalists hidden in the woods outside of the castle were told of executing this assault at the exact evenfall of Queen Jeyne Stark’s arrival to Casterly Rock. The Lannister soldier escorts would be exhausted from their march and acquired a false sense of security when they reached the safe comforts of the castle. The Stark land forces led by Lord Gawen Westerling would create a mummer’s farce with trumpets and drums, sending the weary Lannisters to one side, as the Blackfish himself attacked the other from the sea. Evenfall of this day was the golden time to do this, but they arrived an hour too early. With the storm, Olyvar prayed that everyone else would adjust to the plan. He wondered if Lord Westerling would account for the storm surges. But it makes no difference now. They were here, and they cannot turn back.
Suddenly the rusted iron of the barred cave unlocked and swung open, creaking like a loud squealing rat. Emerged was a crouching older man with a short gray beard and a jaw squared like a mason spice jar. “Welcome to the Rock!” Ser Rolph Spicer declared.
Ser Brynden greeted him with a hug, “I’m so glad you came early, we would be sleeping with the fishes if you were late.”
“It was Edmure’s idea to leave early, he said the storm would flood the sewers, and we prayed you would come sooner too.”
“Like that damn Mill again, Edmure acting prematurely? That boy will never learn! Thank the Gods!”
They both chuckled and began entering through the gate. The others soon followed, ducking into the small hole and into the darkness.
Once inside the caves of Casterly Rock, Ser Rolph grabbed his torchlight and lifted it to the air, showing the brothers the vastness. The lobby was an open abyss where the ceiling was fifty feet high. The walls had multiple rocky openings naturally carved in, small and large. Some were wide enough to walk through. Inside were all shadows, saved the areas illuminated by golden sunlight spying in through each seldom hole or fissure. Where the flames can brighten, hard brown rocks glowed and flickered, as well as old metal tracks, mining carts, abandoned tools, ladders, rusty chains and the occasional plant roots that brewed in the darkness of the caves. The smell reeked. Olyvar was sure there would be no real gold here as it was probably mined out over the centuries. Only shit shits down here in the sewers and caves of Lord Tywin Lannister’s home, not gold, Olyvar thought. This was where Lann the Clever started his legend, swindling the Casterly residents out of the castle, cheating them. It was their turn now to write history, these archers from the sea facing off with their own modern Casterly ploy … accomplishing it without being seen, doing it as faceless warriors.
They followed Ser Rolph and his torchlight in single file, going deeper up into the caves, fitting in burrowed hallways that barely fit them, pursuing his decisions at each fork in the paths, squishing their feet on sluggish wet slopes and steps. The very first entrance they encountered required them to descend a few yards before climbing up the rest of the way. It was hundreds of feet in elevation that they must ascend to. At times, the way was lit well enough. But at other instants, the darkness blinds them, only facing the brother in front of them for their flight. I have promises to keep. And steps to go before I sleep. And steps to go before I sleep.
“By now the guards at the top of the Rock should be asleep after I spiced up their ale,” Ser Rolph Spicer said with a cheeky smile. “Before my sister Sybell married into House Westerling, I explored these parts of Casterly Rock in my youth as a smuggler, going up and down many times. Your legs will tire, no doubt about that. But you lads are years younger than I, and I better hear no complaints unless I am the first one to make it.”
“I’ll do my best,” young Leo announced for himself.
“Your best?” Ser Spicer questioned. “Losers whine about their best. Winners rescue crowned queens.”
“Lady Jeyne Westerling-Stark is THE crowned Queen,” Leo replied.
“Is that so?” Ser Rolph gave Leo a sarcastic look with a raised eyebrow, before continuing up the steps inside the Rock.
“I’ll decide the turns and I’ll establish the security checkpoints. There, we can rest for a moment. A few of you will be left there to guard the area as the others will continue to ascend. Those few will wait until we fall back. But remember, the journey down is far less exhausting. For now, let’s go up and up. Ser Olyvar Frey, would you take the honor of watching our rear?”
Ser Olyvar Frey. The name was still queer to him. As much as he liked the ‘Ser’ in his name, he would like to rid the “Frey” in the surname. He had been the most loyal squire a king could have asked for. He would have stayed with King Robb Stark to the end of the world, but his own blood tore that away from him. Olyvar was not blind though. His young king had made grave mistakes, more than Olyvar wanted to count. As much as he would have favored his sister Roslin to marry him, Olyvar knew you cannot choose the people you love. And Robb genuinely loved another, he hoped. Jeyne Westerling was just as sweet as Roslin. Olyvar would have stayed at Robb’s side as his brother-in-law, or some uncle-in-law by Lord Edmure Tully. Though by choosing Jeyne, it slighted Olyvar’s father Lord Walder Frey. But Seven Hells father, did you have to murder him? At my sister’s wedding feast? Under your own roof? Under my roof? Robb Stark was my king. He was brave and good, and Olyvar Frey loved him. And his soul was tortured in sleepless days and nights, knowing he shared the same blood as the murderers … knowing he could have stopped it if it was not for impulse. You are an honorable fool Olyvar. His father had told him of the treacherous plan the day before, but Olyvar cursed it aloud, defending Robb as it was still his duty. You should’ve been smart and played stupid with father. You could have informed Robb while you were still free, breaking this bad dream. Olyvar shouldn’t have tried to bargain with his father. He should have known he made up his mind a long while ago. Olyvar was imprisoned in the dungeons of the Twins during the Red Wedding. The gaolers were japing at him, “Go ahead, do your duty. Save your king!”
My king. The sad memories faded into blurred flashbacks.

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