Bed sheets with casino design

If you have a patient of size and are having a hard time finding sheets that fit their hospital bed properly I have finally found them. My son’s mattress is a 42x80 and I could never find sheets that actually fit. A twin was too small and a full was too big.
My son found these that were designed for rvs and sleeper beds in semi trucks, they are a perfect fit. Tonight is the first night using them.
Here is the link to them. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07MXZBNZY?ref=ppx_pop_mob_ap_share

My beloved cat is ruining my life with his urine marking. I break down into tears and feel hopeless with every marking incident, which is daily. Yes, he is neutered and always has been since he was big enough to have it done. He has always been an inside cat. I have had him since he was a kitten, literally since he was born. He never had accidents or did this for the first 6 years of his life. We moved apartments alot since I was in college, and moved states after for jobs. No incidents. He was the perfect cat. Lived happily with my second cat and my dogs. The nightmare started when I moved to a bottom floor apartment when he was 6. The neighbors would let their cats out and they would sit in front of my window. I would scare them away but they persisted, and I had to put up black out sheets on the windows because my cat would just get behind the curtains to see them. He began spraying a little, not a lot. He would mostly just mark my partners things if we left his office door open. He only would mark my partners things for the first few years, so we just knew to keep his room door closed. Eventually, I put him on prozac to stop the marking and it worked. Fast forward to our new place. He is 10 now. This is our dream home and its the biggest place we have ever lived. Entirely hardwood, it was spotless when we moved in. No neighbors for a couple miles any direction. He is peeing EVERYWHERE. He pees in the kitchen by the door, the oven, the island, the curtain that covers the bottom of the kitchen sink, the table, the chairs, the dining room chairs, the entry way table, the couch covers, the cabinets in my studio, my bookcase, EVERYTHING. I find a new spot he has decided to mark almost every day. It's always vertical, I have caught him on camera multiple times. I have tried calming sprays, feliway, calming collars, maxing out his prozac dose, enzyme cleaning and deep cleaning constantly, blocking him from rooms, extra play time (which he almost never wants to play but I try), urinary food, catnip spray, feeding him where he pees, outdoor time, I have taken him to the vet and given him bloodwork and urine tests that show nothing is wrong. I have two litterboxes with the same litter he has had since he was a kitten downstairs I keep clean every day and an automatic box upstairs. He uses them all just fine, just continues to spray everything. I love him so much and am devastated that I fantasize about him passing away. I used to say I'd die if he died and now I am so resentful of him. My house smells musty on a good day and like urine any other day. I feel like I have spent so much money and time hoping anything would work stopping him from peeing on everything but every day my hand touches urine or I smell it somewhere new. I've had to throw away countless books and pieces of art because they were soaked in urine. My mental health is suffering greatly from dealing with this issue, I'm so tired of cleaning up urine. I feel like he will keep me from deciding to start a family. I cant imagine dealing with a baby on top of constant urine cleaning and I imagine all the urine soaked baby clothes and bed and toys. My last resort is putting him in diapers, which Im not even sure how he will poop with those on. But I am at my wits end short of throwing him outside and locking the door, which I know I don't have the heart to do. Any advice is appreciated.

Hey there,
I'm just getting started with Make.com and I'm working with two Google Sheets:

1. Leads Sheet - It's got all sorts of info like Name, Phone, Email, Address, and more detailed stuff like Availability, Rent, Bed, Bath, etc.
2. Listing Database - This one lists City, Address, Unit Number, Rent, and a few other things like Bed, Bath, and Partner.

Here's how my current setup runs:

• Watch Email > Text Parser x3 > Google Sheets (Add a Row)

Problem: I want to tweak my setup so that the 'Availability' field in the 'Leads' sheet auto-updates based on whether the address matches one in the 'Listing Database'.
What I need:

• When an email comes in, it gets chopped up by text parsers. The info is checked against both sheets.
• If an address in 'Leads' matches one in 'Listing Database', I want the 'Add Row' module to automatically fill in details like Unit, Rent, Bed, and Bath from the 'Listing Database'.
• The main goal is to make sure the email info matches our listing data for accuracy. If everything checks out, the system should mark the entry as 'Available' or 'Not Available'.
• Once everything's set, the data should automatically move on to an Email Drafter module based on whether it’s available.

Thanks a bunch for helping me get this sorted. Looking forward to any tips you have on making these updates!
Cheers,

I'm trying to stick to the facts as much as possible because my boyfriend and I have different opinions of the course of events / the intent behind the actions. If you have any questions for specifics ... feel free to ask.
My boyfriend (we're gay) and I have been together for about 16 months. We're both in our early 30s. We're both each other's first relationship.
We met on a hookup app. At the time he told me he wanted something more than a hookup. I told him I viewed myself as "not the relationship type," but agreed to try.
From the start we agreed that we were monogamous, cheating was a red line, that talking to other people was fine, but physically touching someone is cheating.
For most of the relationship, I thought we had a great time, we were totally into each other, we don't really argue, ever, and I would always tell him, I feel like we're in an endless honeymoon phase.
He moved in with me approximately at the start of Q4 2023.
One day last year he came home and wanted to show me something on his phone. He opened up his browser, and he was on Sniffies. If you don't know what Sniffies is, well it's a hookup app, but unlike things like Tinder or Grindr which are quite frankly much tamer, on Sniffies, you can, for starters, use explicit photos as your profile photo. Everyone on there is looking for sex, period.
He panicked, I told him it was no big deal, and he tried to reassure me multiple times that it was an old tab that had been open for ages.
I really didn't think much of it at the time, and just chalked it up to him being bored. I'd previously told him that I thought Grindr was pretty useful to figure out if someone was gay, and I'd open it sometimes in social situations just to sleuth.
Months later, curiosity got the best of me, and I opened up Sniffies when he went to his mother's house. And there he was. A profile, with his bare ass as the photo, at his mother's home. The photo didn't really make sense to me because you don't need to fill out your profile just to browse, but still I thought he was just bored, because after all he was at his mother's house, and surely he isn't going to hookup while he's there.
A few weeks of opening up Sniffies every few days when he was out and I realized that it was a pattern. He would even get on Sniffies when he was home alone and I was out ... I recognized our bed sheets in one of the photos. So I panicked a bit, and secretly went to the ER, got checked out (negative for everything), and got on PrEP (we don't use condoms). I really don't like to accuse anyone of anything without concrete proof, so I just kept it to myself.
Two weeks ago, on a Friday, I was at work and a friend sent me a screenshot of him on Grindr. "Isn't this your boyfriend?" I felt a little embarrassed. The photo was recent, the profile said he was 28, and the description was "Send your pics. Be Direct. Adult Men. NSA"
I told my boyfriend I had to work late (not all that atypical for me) and I'd probably be home after midnight. I made my way back to the town we live in, and went to a nearby bar, just barely a block from home. It's around 11pm at night, I set up a fake profile on Grindr, "Blake," with fake photos, and started chatting him up. We exchanged photos (explicit), talked about the sexual things we wanted to do to each other, talked about poppers, condom usage, exchanged fake names, and ultimately agreed to meet up not too far from home. So I sat at the bar, at almost midnight looking out a window, and sure enough he walked right past the bar on his way to meet "Blake." I always thought I'd feel angry finding out I was being cheated on, but I can only describe feeling sick. Nauseous. Devastated?
I waited about two minutes so he'd be far away enough, and then I left the bar, turned the other way and went home. I continued the conversation on Grindr, cancelled on him because "My roommates came back earlier than I expected," he was angry, "Are you serious right now???," "I knew it was too good to be true," and then I offered to reschedule and he said (I don't remember the exact words) that he wasn't feeling me anymore after wasting his time.
I jumped in the shower, and took a very long hot shower, trying to process. He walked in about 5 minutes after I got out of the shower, visibly shaking, surprised to see me home. He said he had gone out for a walk, I played dumb, and occupied myself with something else. He said he was going to lay down. He eventually came out of our bedroom, seemed to have calmed down, and I continued to play dumb.
I have this longtime rule where I won't discuss something with someone while I'm angry with them (although not angry in this case) so I took the weekend to process, and Monday in the middle of the work day, I texted him a screenshot of the Grindr profile, said someone sent it to me and we needed to talk. He laughed it off, said it was no big deal, he was on there looking to close his account, at one point made a joke about the inaccurate age, "28? I wish babe." I didn't reply, and he tried to call me 3 times. I told him I was busy, to calm down, and we'd talk about it when we both got home.
I told him that we should break up. He started crying. Told me he loved me. I told him I love him too but I don't trust him. Told him about being on PrEP and that constantly worrying about my health is no way to live. He kept repeating that he "never cheated on me." We discussed it for the next...5 days. On day one I only told him about the screenshot and that I'd seen him on the apps, and about my ER visit. He kept telling me that he loved me, would never do anything to jeopardize our relationship, and that he never cheated on me. Neither of us mentioned "Blake." But I did keep telling him that he's "still lying." I think it was day two or three I told him about "Blake." He was angry at me, and said I "trapped" him, and that "Blake" isn't real so he didn't cheat on me.
I told him I think he has doubts about our relationship, clearly wants something else or is looking for something else, and that I was setting him free to go find whatever it is he's looking for. I told him he would be doing a disservice to himself and to me to remain in this relationship while he's clearly unhappy. He said he was happy and has no doubts. I told him we're only going to get older. We argued some more about it, and while we're both in the bedroom, he jumped on Grindr, and started chatting up people about what we were going through, looking for opinions, telling them "he didn't cheat." Then he started trying to meet up with someone attempting to make me jealous. (I don't get jealous easily.) He was reading his conversations out loud, trying to show them to me, and show me photos. One person showed interest, so he started getting ready to go out, I told him to have fun, and he left the bedroom all dressed up, and went into the living room. I fell asleep for a bit, but then woke up and went in the living room to see if he had left. He hadn't. Said the guy he was talking to ghosted and blocked him. I told him it's because he was acting crazy and it's translating through text. I went back to bed, he came in not long after, jumped on top of me, got naked, tried to seduce me, we struggled and I resisted for about 2 minutes, then gave up and just lay there and stared at him while he had his way with me.
Almost two weeks later. We're still discussing it. To summarize, I've told him I want to end the relationship, but I don't hate him, we can remain friends, roommates for now, I'll still help him find a new job (it's something we were working on before all of this). He thinks I'm being unreasonable, "unfair," "unjust," that I "trapped him," and I'm throwing away our relationship "after we had an amazing year," and that he "never cheated on me." He said he's willing to fight for us, I told him "I don't need another project right now." He still calls me his boyfriend and is basically refusing to accept that I want to break up.
Throughout the almost two weeks of discussing this with him, he's given endless changing reasons about why he went to meet up with "Blake":

• He's seen Blake's photo before, knew Blake was a catfish and wanted to "catch" him. (To which I said, no one does that. If anything, if you think someone is a catfish you stay away from them because meeting them could be unsafe.)
  
• He was bored.
  
• He needed to get off and porn wasn't doing it for him.
  
• We don't have enough sex. (Which really took me by surprise because the week before this we had had sex 5 days in a row. And on one of those days, 3 times in the same day.)
  
• Blake wasn't/isn't real and therefore this isn't a big deal.
  
• I'm throwing away our relationship on an "if." He's never cheated on me.
  
• At one point he watched a video on TikTok of some woman saying that if your man accuses you of cheating, it's because he's cheating, and then he started accusing me of cheating. (TikTok experts aside, by his this logic, does that mean that now that he's accusing ME of cheating, that HE is cheating?)
  
• At another point I told him that my mistake in all of this was not hiring an actor to play Blake, so that he couldn't gaslight me. He said that he didn't intend to do anything with Blake, and if he went there and saw Blake he would've turned around. 🤷‍♂️
  
• I pointed out that in general, he's a very jealous individual, and that if the roles were reversed, he would not be handling this well AT ALL. He agreed to that point.
  

He told one of his friends about all of this, and according to him they told him he "fucked up."
I asked him if he would tell his mother about why we're breaking up and he said "No, she would slap me."
I asked him if he tried to rob a jewelry store, and found on arrival that there were no jewels, would the police let him go because he didn't ACTUALLY rob the jewelry store, or would he go to prison? He said it's a bad example.
I asked him if his mother was seeing a man, who shot a gun at her, but missed, would he be okay with him being around her because he only TRIED to murder her, he didn't actually murder her? He said it's not the same.
He said we should get more opinions (I suspect I know what they'll be), so here I am posting this story.
What do y'all make of this mess?

I'm trying to stick to the facts as much as possible because my boyfriend and I have different opinions of the course of events / the intent behind the actions. If you have any questions for specifics ... feel free to ask.
My boyfriend (we're gay) and I have been together for about 16 months. We're both in our early 30s. We're both each other's first relationship.
We met on a hookup app. At the time he told me he wanted something more than a hookup. I told him I viewed myself as "not the relationship type," but agreed to try.
From the start we agreed that we were monogamous, cheating was a red line, that talking to other people was fine, but physically touching someone is cheating.
For most of the relationship, I thought we had a great time, we were totally into each other, we don't really argue, ever, and I would always tell him, I feel like we're in an endless honeymoon phase.
He moved in with me approximately at the start of Q4 2023.
One day last year he came home and wanted to show me something on his phone. He opened up his browser, and he was on Sniffies. If you don't know what Sniffies is, well it's a hookup app, but unlike things like Tinder or Grindr which are quite frankly much tamer, on Sniffies, you can, for starters, use explicit photos as your profile photo. Everyone on there is looking for sex, period.
He panicked, I told him it was no big deal, and he tried to reassure me multiple times that it was an old tab that had been open for ages.
I really didn't think much of it at the time, and just chalked it up to him being bored. I'd previously told him that I thought Grindr was pretty useful to figure out if someone was gay, and I'd open it sometimes in social situations just to sleuth.
Months later, curiosity got the best of me, and I opened up Sniffies when he went to his mother's house. And there he was. A profile, with his bare ass as the photo, at his mother's home. The photo didn't really make sense to me because you don't need to fill out your profile just to browse, but still I thought he was just bored, because after all he was at his mother's house, and surely he isn't going to hookup while he's there.
A few weeks of opening up Sniffies every few days when he was out and I realized that it was a pattern. He would even get on Sniffies when he was home alone and I was out ... I recognized our bed sheets in one of the photos. So I panicked a bit, and secretly went to the ER, got checked out (negative for everything), and got on PrEP (we don't use condoms). I really don't like to accuse anyone of anything without concrete proof, so I just kept it to myself.
Two weeks ago, on a Friday, I was at work and a friend sent me a screenshot of him on Grindr. "Isn't this your boyfriend?" I felt a little embarrassed. The photo was recent, the profile said he was 28, and the description was "Send your pics. Be Direct. Adult Men. NSA"
I told my boyfriend I had to work late (not all that atypical for me) and I'd probably be home after midnight. I made my way back to the town we live in, and went to a nearby bar, just barely a block from home. It's around 11pm at night, I set up a fake profile on Grindr, "Blake," with fake photos, and started chatting him up. We exchanged photos (explicit), talked about the sexual things we wanted to do to each other, talked about poppers, condom usage, exchanged fake names, and ultimately agreed to meet up not too far from home. So I sat at the bar, at almost midnight looking out a window, and sure enough he walked right past the bar on his way to meet "Blake." I always thought I'd feel angry finding out I was being cheated on, but I can only describe feeling sick. Nauseous. Devastated?
I waited about two minutes so he'd be far away enough, and then I left the bar, turned the other way and went home. I continued the conversation on Grindr, cancelled on him because "My roommates came back earlier than I expected," he was angry, "Are you serious right now???," "I knew it was too good to be true," and then I offered to reschedule and he said (I don't remember the exact words) that he wasn't feeling me anymore after wasting his time.
I jumped in the shower, and took a very long hot shower, trying to process. He walked in about 5 minutes after I got out of the shower, visibly shaking, surprised to see me home. He said he had gone out for a walk, I played dumb, and occupied myself with something else. He said he was going to lay down. He eventually came out of our bedroom, seemed to have calmed down, and I continued to play dumb.
I have this longtime rule where I won't discuss something with someone while I'm angry with them (although not angry in this case) so I took the weekend to process, and Monday in the middle of the work day, I texted him a screenshot of the Grindr profile, said someone sent it to me and we needed to talk. He laughed it off, said it was no big deal, he was on there looking to close his account, at one point made a joke about the inaccurate age, "28? I wish babe." I didn't reply, and he tried to call me 3 times. I told him I was busy, to calm down, and we'd talk about it when we both got home.
I told him that we should break up. He started crying. Told me he loved me. I told him I love him too but I don't trust him. Told him about being on PrEP and that constantly worrying about my health is no way to live. He kept repeating that he "never cheated on me." We discussed it for the next...5 days. On day one I only told him about the screenshot and that I'd seen him on the apps, and about my ER visit. He kept telling me that he loved me, would never do anything to jeopardize our relationship, and that he never cheated on me. Neither of us mentioned "Blake." But I did keep telling him that he's "still lying." I think it was day two or three I told him about "Blake." He was angry at me, and said I "trapped" him, and that "Blake" isn't real so he didn't cheat on me.
I told him I think he has doubts about our relationship, clearly wants something else or is looking for something else, and that I was setting him free to go find whatever it is he's looking for. I told him he would be doing a disservice to himself and to me to remain in this relationship while he's clearly unhappy. He said he was happy and has no doubts. I told him we're only going to get older. We argued some more about it, and while we're both in the bedroom, he jumped on Grindr, and started chatting up people about what we were going through, looking for opinions, telling them "he didn't cheat." Then he started trying to meet up with someone attempting to make me jealous. (I don't get jealous easily.) He was reading his conversations out loud, trying to show them to me, and show me photos. One person showed interest, so he started getting ready to go out, I told him to have fun, and he left the bedroom all dressed up, and went into the living room. I fell asleep for a bit, but then woke up and went in the living room to see if he had left. He hadn't. Said the guy he was talking to ghosted and blocked him. I told him it's because he was acting crazy and it's translating through text. I went back to bed, he came in not long after, jumped on top of me, got naked, tried to seduce me, we struggled and I resisted for about 2 minutes, then gave up and just lay there and stared at him while he had his way with me.
Almost two weeks later. We're still discussing it. To summarize, I've told him I want to end the relationship, but I don't hate him, we can remain friends, roommates for now, I'll still help him find a new job (it's something we were working on before all of this). He thinks I'm being unreasonable, "unfair," "unjust," that I "trapped him," and I'm throwing away our relationship "after we had an amazing year," and that he "never cheated on me." He said he's willing to fight for us, I told him "I don't need another project right now." He still calls me his boyfriend and is basically refusing to accept that I want to break up.
Throughout the almost two weeks of discussing this with him, he's given endless changing reasons about why he went to meet up with "Blake":

• He's seen Blake's photo before, knew Blake was a catfish and wanted to "catch" him. (To which I said, no one does that. If anything, if you think someone is a catfish you stay away from them because meeting them could be unsafe.)
  
• He was bored.
  
• He needed to get off and porn wasn't doing it for him.
  
• We don't have enough sex. (Which really took me by surprise because the week before this we had had sex 5 days in a row. And on one of those days, 3 times in the same day.)
  
• Blake wasn't/isn't real and therefore this isn't a big deal.
  
• I'm throwing away our relationship on an "if." He's never cheated on me.
  
• At one point he watched a video on TikTok of some woman saying that if your man accuses you of cheating, it's because he's cheating, and then he started accusing me of cheating. (TikTok experts aside, by his this logic, does that mean that now that he's accusing ME of cheating, that HE is cheating?)
  
• At another point I told him that my mistake in all of this was not hiring an actor to play Blake, so that he couldn't gaslight me. He said that he didn't intend to do anything with Blake, and if he went there and saw Blake he would've turned around. 🤷‍♂️
  
• I pointed out that in general, he's a very jealous individual, and that if the roles were reversed, he would not be handling this well AT ALL. He agreed to that point.
  

He told one of his friends about all of this, and according to him they told him he "fucked up."
I asked him if he would tell his mother about why we're breaking up and he said "No, she would slap me."
I asked him if he tried to rob a jewelry store, and found on arrival that there were no jewels, would the police let him go because he didn't ACTUALLY rob the jewelry store, or would he go to prison? He said it's a bad example.
I asked him if his mother was seeing a man, who shot a gun at her, but missed, would he be okay with him being around her because he only TRIED to murder her, he didn't actually murder her? He said it's not the same.
He said we should get more opinions (I suspect I know what they'll be), so here I am posting this story.
What do y'all make of this mess?

I’m 15 and live in Ukraine. There’s a war and the last 2 years we’re really crazy: bomb attacks, two immigrations, coming back home, little sister got a disability diagnosed (ASD and it’s getting worse and my whole family quietly understands that she won’t be able to function on her own in adulthood). I’m also going to the school and Ukrainian school system is one of the most difficult ones (in the 9th form we’re almost staring a university program), there we have almost 20 subjects and everyone is just trauma dumping on us (teachers), we’re constantly yelled at and it’s mentally hard to be there. (and I do mean it i even started noticing my stress consequences physically, when I think about school I can’t control anxiety and etc), it’s incredibly hard to get a normal grade with all those expectations and the pressure is insane. Because life became harder after my sister got diagnosed with ASD, my mom is also sometimes not kind with me. Once she said that in the future I’ll need to look after my sister all the time and it’s my future also, and I’ll also need to live like my mom, constantly looking after my sister. I decided that i don’t want to stay in Ukraine and i really want to build my dream life. But to get enrolled in the university and move countries I need to work so damn hard. And I believe I’m ready. I just damn it want to create the best for myself. And also I don’t know what to do in life, I had a passion, fashion design but now it’s like all the enjoyment ended. I don’t think know what to do. I have an insane fear of being average. And this uncertainty (war, attacks, not knowing if I’ll be alive, not knowing what my passion is, what will be with my sister) is literally killing me. Everyone in this country became so mean to each other. And also, I have BDD. I jut hate my face. And so, I’m really struggling, it’s like destroying me from the inside. And I’m remembering all that dreams and then just sitting in my bed at night and thinking “and what if you’re just like the others? everything you deserve is an average life max, don’t be delusional”. But then I see all those people who did achieve things and I don’t know how to feel because I don’t know anything and it honestly just feels like I’m not anything. I’m trying to hope, still. To cope with bdd, with everything. I don’t even have anyone to talk to, so that I know I won’t be judged, I don’t feel loved. I’m 15 and it’s like I’m too young…it’s like a sick joke..that’s not how the youth is supposed to go. I believe in God, but when I ask it’s like he doesn’t answer. However in the past he did. Felles like a damn exam. Everything is falling apart, when I haven’t even built anything. Listening to Thewizardliz, trying not to go insane. Wanting to get therapy, but don’t have the money. I’m going to look for job in the summer. Any kind of job, I need a therapist. Cause this hating my body with bdd is so destroying. And I’m very afraid I’m not meant to become the person I want to become, cuz I’m too small it am just not the one for the role. Afraid I won’t find my passion, and it’s really what I need at least to have the strength to live now. Life’s harsh, God’s playing a joke..maybe you can tell me something? I don’t know how to live. What If I’m just the one, whose dreams are still dreams in the end..will be rally grateful if people who have become their higher versions give advice as well as people who have a relationship with God and as well as anyone else who will speak from heart💓

So, I'm almost done with the base game, I only need to put Lothric's head on the chair, and it is Soul of Cinder time. Of course, I did the optional areas as well.
I want to do Ashes of Ariandel before swinging at SoC, and it has been a strange experience. The generic mooks are stronger than anything in the basegame that's an area's "main enemy" but most of them drop jack shit. The items of note being uniquely dropped around the world is neat, but what are these soul and consumable resource yields? I get that the DLC is available from the Cathedral of the Deep, but perhaps that doesn't mean enemies should pay like I was in Carthus.
I digress, as you all know, the DLC has two bosses. The first is a complete filler pushover, with a player character NPC wielding a complete dud weapon, and then the downgraded Sulyvahn's Beast miniboss that's fought twice tags in halfway through. I'm not here to talk about them, beyond wanting to mention that if this DLC had 2 bosses as a selling point, it's a major riposs.
I'm here to shittalk Friede, because I think she's hard for all the wrong, really scummy reasons.
Phase one is weird, because she's either an annoying chip damage and timesink, or a complete triviality depending on how often she "fades". Because her other attacks are scummy as hell. The big lunges are fine, but her regular hits, and the grounded spin attack are bothersome, because the spin hits behind her, and the regular attack chain can have an optional delay on the second and third hit. My problem, is that these are practically unreactable, and need to be dodged "on read" and yet they all have different correct dodge timings, meaning you're eating chip damage if you guessed wrong. On the other hand, every time she fades, it is a free backstab (unless she presses her back against the wall) and a free uncharged heavy at worst, or a free charged, and then uncharged heavy depending on weapon.
She keels over, and phase two begins. The padre begins throwing a fit, and that, combined with the arena change make something fine in phase one complete bullshit. Friede's ice trails, which are her primary mode of attack, have their sound effect drowned out by the bleeting pardre, and for half the arena, they blend into the floor (also, no matter where Ariandel walks, his movements kick up copious amounts of snow, and it's an utter crapshoot to tell wether Friede is putting ice under you, or you are in the clear, until after frost starts accumulating. I noticed this during the Nameless king, where they have projectile attacks that crawl towards you on the ground, while perfectly blending in with it. I thought it was an oversight, but with the first intentionally hard DLC boss also having it, I'm rather certain it's an intentional dick move.
Also, they have some of my least favourite aspects of boss design, and both apply to the Friede part of the duo. One is having an enemy with almost no true punish windows, but very inactive AI who will just stand there and not swing until it seems opportune (this was the case in phase one too, but she had better punish windows, the possibility to interrupt her proactively, and the absence of the shortest Dutch man breathing down your neck while she has a staring contest with the player), and the other is forcing me to turn my back on a ranged attacker for prolonged periods of time, without clear audio tells, to make any tangible progress. The amount of time I tried to wait for her to shoot a trail at me, so that I had a few free seconds to smack Ariandel, and she either did her best impression of a statue, or sometimes, she straight up threw the ice sheet under the padre, and not at me, which is fucking wild. Zone me out, why won't ya.
And then comes phase three, the real meat and potatoes of the fight, and it carries an issue I had with the Nameless King too, but much, much worse. Almost all of her attacks need "getting used to" as many are very similar at first glance, with different quirks as to when and how she'd use them. The problem is, phase one and two waste so much time between attempts at phase three, and work so differently, that I'm just about guaranteed to forget whatever attack I got used to by the time I'm back to her again. Non descript dual scythe flail 1# 2# and 3# don't particularly stick with me, yeah? Or "Icy scythe leap" and "white fire scythe leap" are not that easy to differentiate at a glance. Same for her two charges where she seems to stab her scythe in the ground as a tell, but one is an uppercut with a delay as she arrives, and the other is a grap that activates the moment she's in range. And it's not like I have good ways to stall to at least learn the most about her on every attempt. Her scythes are split between I presume 3, but at the very least 2 damage types, with physical, and I'm guessing two of fire/dark/magic. This means I don't really have the means to bring a shield for decent mitigation while I try to pay attention to the more minute differences in her movements. Also, getting to her with too few estus flasks is a possibility, because both previous phases are really good at landing chip damage on the player, needing blind luck to avoid some attacks.
Apologies for the rant, but this boss would bother me a lot less if it felt like I actually had concious input over wether I win or lose, as opposed to getting cheaped the fuck out on.

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(Bitter, dripping with venom) You are worthless. You worm. You disgust me.
Another day squandered, wasted - surrendered to time. Are you happy with yourself? (Condescending) Are you proud, my dear, dear boy? Huh? Got nothing to say? Ooh, do not worry~ That is why I am here darling♡ (Soft, mocking baby voice) I can say all the mean, nasty things which you don’t have the spine for.
(Soft) Are you comfy, darling? Nuzzled tightly under that warm and soft and protective blanket? Oh sweetie, when was the last time you bothered to change your bed sheets? Did you go another day sleeping in your own filth?
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(Stern, angry) Wow. Somehow that doesn’t surprise me in the slightlest. You are a pig, a disgusting, unwashed pig who sleeps in his own filth.
When was the last time you made your bed, huh? Tell me – and be honest. When was the last time you changed the casing on your pillow? This one has yellow stains from all the sweat and oil and grime, just oozing from the pores of your head. (Disgusted) It reeks of roadkill. (Tch)
(Condescending, mocking baby voice) And baby’s snuggy witwe bwanket~ Oh does baby enjoy hiding from his miserable life and responsibilities under that soft, soft mouldy thing? How pathetic~ (Stern, disgusted) You make me sick. If I was a real person and accidentally walked in your filthy, derelict aparatment, I would just dive head first through the window – even jumping from the roof is preferable to being in your stinking and rotten presence.
(Soft, faux) Mhmm~ But you already know that, don’t you darling. I am just an amalgamation of all those dawk~ huwting~ feewings~ which you just cannot bear ♡ That is why I exist, hihi~ Oh, honey… I hate your guts so, so, so, sooo much! Your cowardice by neglecting your own life, your escapism in video games and other media – those are what brought me to life.
Without you I wouldn’t be here insulting you ♡ And for the privilge of existing as an autonomous entity of your mental faculties… (Loud, angry, really pissed off) I HATE YOU!!! You ungrateful, worthless piece of human garbage!!! YOU!!! YOU MADE ME. YOU MADE ME BECAUSE YOU CAN’T DO A SINGLE GOD DAMN THING RIGHT IN YOUR MISERABLE LIFE. BECAUSE OF YOU I EXIST ONLY TO HATE, TO UNDERMINE AND TO DESTROY WHAT YOU ARE.
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(Stern, dissapointed) Do you think such an existance is fun, darling? Do you think I enjoy my only purpose, my raison d’etre, as the nagging voice of a disgusting, sack of shit? Do you think this is a life worth living? Heh…
(Stern, teasing) I thought a lot about me, and you, and me, and you… How you feel so ashamed, how your regrets are an insurmountable mountain of missed opportunities. How much you are afraid of being a failure… All of those feelings, those and many more which give you so, so much grief, they are warnings, dear. (Teasing) With big, bold letters they shine in your skull, they make your heart race and a cold sweat drip down your back as you realize that life is slipping through your crusty hands by the hour, by the minute, by the second and poof~. You are left in the summer of your life with nothing but empty hands which desperately cling to the slipping sand and eyes which can only look downward because there is nothing worth to see or remember in your past…
(Teasing, insulting, light) But you ignored them. Like a fool. Honestly if there was a competition for the world’s dumbest person, you’d have a great shot at winning your first, well - anything, in life! Just picture this ‘The Worlds Dumbest, Most Ignorant Human’, what an amazing title, my little champ~
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(Light tone) The human psyche is an amazing, breathtaking and complex mechanism. It’s so robust with many neat little tricks which it can play on itself when its bored or in danger. It can work through significant mental and physical trauma unscathed, well, relatively speaking. Imagine this, pet; you are captured by an assailant and tied down to a chair. (Husky, whispering) Every day for six hours they torture you – merciless, unabashed, pure primal enjoyment of pain as their only motivation. How long do you think you could survive that? How long do you think your mind would survive it, is the better question?
(Soft, condescending) Mhmm~ I think you are slowly getting the picture here darling. You always were a smart boy♡ Sadly contemplation is where your intelligence reaches its end, the act of doing seems to forever elude you. (Faux contemplative) Which is quite funny if you think about it, a dog doesn’t have to think about chasing a cat, an owl doesn’t have to think about swooping in on its prey, hell, even a tree doesn’t think about growing new branches! They all just do. Everything just does, everything, except you…
(Playful) That indolent side of you baby, has unsurprisingly pissed off a person which has great stakes in your life. That person would, of course, be yourself, dummy!~ Well, at least the unconcious part of your psyche. So who would’ve thought that after years and years of psychological self torture, your own self decided to step up and fight against the choices you are actively making?!
(Serious) And you might say, ‘Oh but I am innocent! I am not doing anything wrong!’, but the truth is that you are not doing anything, period. You are just lying down in your bed and rotting away while life passes by your window. Like a wounded animal, which goes to lie down in the snow as a bleeding wound lulls it to eternal sleep… Yet instead of an arrow sticking out of your chest, you lie down and give up because its (mocking baby voice) hawd~ and cowd~ to live life with so many big, scawy and mean emotions~
(Serious, dominant, confident) Heh. That is why you made me. A being that can have its own thoughts, make its own decisions, have its own feelings. Something that can talk to your thick skulled ego using language which you cannot escape. This is no longer the hide and seek game you could play with your emotions. Oh no, no~. No longer will you be able to pretend that you are free of responsibilities by watching a show or eating fast food. Because I will be here, by your side, to remind you how fucking pathetic you truly are.
(Confident, teasing) Mhmm, I can feel your fear, baby. You think you are going insane♡ Oh darling~ If only you could accept the truth instead of running from it. You think I am some sort of, mental illness, don't you? Some sort of fantasy terrorist chasing after you with an imaginary pitchfork, just for the fun of runing your life? Oh no, no, no. (Serious) I am the final and last desperate attempt at helping you get a grip on life. Do you know why? Because you are a maggot and a leech, you have actively and consciously sabotaged yourself throughout your entire life, even though you try to deny it.
You like thinking so much so why don’t I give you a couple of easy pointers. How many people did you talk to today, in real life? When was the last time you did something for your own health? How many days did you go without a shower? When was the last time you picked up that pencil to draw, or that guitar to play? How long do you attempt to dissuade yourself that you are happy with doing nothing, being nothing and accomplishing nothing?
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(Teasing, playful) Wowie. You are all shaky~ I really know how to rile up your bratty little ego ♡
(Soft, caring) Darling, I want you to do me a favour, ok? I want you to get out of bed – now. Go to the sink, turn the tap to cold water and wash your face, then look at yourself in the mirror. (Serious) For the first time in a long time allow yourself to be honest. Are you happy? Is this who you want to stay? Is there something which you can do right now, that you’ve been neglecting to do?
(Serious to kind) Maybe its a shower that’s long overdue, maybe its the clothes on the floor which need to be picked up, maybe its the mountain of dirty dishes in the sink… Maybe nothing is right and you repressed your entire enviroment. Maybe there is not a single piece in your life which fulfills you. (Playful) Heh, dummy, if thats the case then it’s really easy~! (Kind) You don’t have to pick which one to start with because any will do.
(Confident, encouraging) I want you to do this now. Do you know why? Because you owe it to yourself, you owe it to me. It is the only thing you have. Now. Right this moment. (Building up tone, hyping up) You will never be able to stop the flow of time, you will never be able to turn back the clock and revert your past mistakes, but you can make a change right, fucking, now. Grab it! Grab this moment for all its worth and squeeze and hold as tight as you can… Because you might not get another one…
(Confident, full of conviction) No one is promised tomorrow. And if this moment was your last, would you rather have it be a repeat of the unending self hate and monotony of your past life, or a single light of change? A single flash of hope, of proof that you ARE better than this, that you CAN govern your life and that you DESERVE to live. That you deserve to be happy.
(Kind) A single step is all it takes to start the journey. And all you have to do is keep moving one foot infront the other. Don’t stop. Do, not, stop. Do you want to be a good boy? Do you want to make me happy? The truth is that you don’t have to be a good boy to make me happy, you can be yourself. You don’t have to align to anyone's expectations except your own.
(Reassuring) What I want you to do, darling, is to get to a point where you can look in the mirror and be proud of who you are. I want you to remember who you used to be and how you much you’ve improved.
(Hopeful, proud) I want to see you smile, darling. Those dried tears and frowns do not suit you. I want to see you happy, cutie pie. Genuienly happy to be alive. Grateful to breathe in the cold air with your lungs and feel the sun caressing your face. Grateful for the pain. Grateful for the sadness. Grateful for everything you have endured. Grateful for having the courage to grow and be better… Grateful for life.
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I have been dating my girlfriend for about 1.5 years now. While this is not a "long" relationship to most it has been a pretty decent amount of time. In a position where we are talking about moving in together in the fall. My girlfriend also has a beautiful 7 year old daughter who i have grown very fond of and love just as much as her. We enjoy the time we spend together and we enjoy being a family unit at functions.
My girlfriend has had a past that I don't want to share but will say it has left some emotional scarring for my gf. We talk openly about it and share experiences but I never say that I would leave her due to her past or anything significant like that. Where the issue in our relationship really stems is Libido. We have sex maybe 1/2 times a month. Since dating i have wanted to stop watching porn all together and very rarely self pleasure myself. The frustration that this brings on, I'm sure as a reader you can only imagine when my sex drive wants to go 2/3 times a week, but get rejected on a pretty much consistent basis. She says its not me and it is her, which i truly believe its not one of those "its me" jokes you constantly make fun of. I have tried everything from a fake cock sleeve to spice up the bedroom to lingerie all of which haven't really changed things much honestly. I don't want to lose the fun side of our relationship but I am starting to feel like this may never change (even though she knows it and wants it to change). Along with that we trust each other enough that sometimes i have to grab something from her place in the morning that i might have left and see her Magic Wand (which i purchased for us to use together and spice up our time) just laying in her bed under the sheets or on top of a pillow next to the bed...which more than likely means its been used. When you see this the morning after trying hard to have sex with her the night before you can't get past that feeling you are not enough or something is wrong or maybe cheating with the thought of pleasuring themselves to another male. I know self masturbation for some is a depression or stress relief in a day, but I'm starting to feel as if I'm not important in that function of life but that my only strength comes from emotional support for the daughter and a credit card / cash cow to help a single mother out. This is also a feeling I'm dealing with in Therapy as i don't believe she is doing that to me nor does my therapist but we have touched on how this makes me feel.
-TL:DR: GF loves me and I love her but we have sex about 1-2 a month and states its not me its her. Which I believe, but idk just in a tough spot and dont know where to go from here. We have had multiple talks about the conversation so this is not just out of left field where i only know the situation.

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-----Damian-----

In the medical bay Damian orders the dogs to lay down, ignoring how they all spread throughout the room, most lying flat out, making it into an obstacle course to move through them all without accidentally stepping on a paw or tail. He carefully takes the small one the red brown one had been carrying (he'll have to look at all their name tags soon) and gently laid it on a counter, wrapping it in a few towels. With the wounds hidden it almost looked like it was sleeping. Tearing his gaze away from the dog he gets to work.

He wanders through the room, looking through cabinets and reading labels on various bottles and containers for something he recognizes to patch up the dogs' wounds. Eventually he finds the things he needs, more or less. He remembers them being used on him and they hadn't had any negative effects so far, so he hopes it won't be bad for the dogs.

His birds did tell him, at the times he was coherent enough to understand, that most of the stuff he grabbed were 'galactic standard issue'. Apparently that meant that, somehow, when the product comes in contact with a living being it adjusts parts of itself to do whatever job it is supposed to with as little damage to the being as possible. He has no idea how Violet and Blueberry used some long-winded overly scientific explanation that lost him after the first chirp. He just smiled and nodded like he understood anything they had said. The main point got across though: it won't hurt any being it is used on as it did its job. It may not be as good as species-specific medicines but it's good enough for now.

He did as best he could to patch up the dogs, working on what minor medical knowledge he could remember from before his abduction, which isn't much. He worked from the worst injuries, in the entire group, to the more minor ones. That meant crisscrossing both the room and the dogs themselves, but he didn't care. The dogs were all good and stayed as still as they could as he patched them up, making him thankful not to use the 'standard issue sedatives' he had grabbed just in case.

By the time he taped off the last bandage he was exhausted. He shook off the exhaustion, though. He slid the dogs, half of which were either asleep or dosing off, towards one side of the room. He chuckled at the sleepy grumbles and grunts the disturbance drew from the dogs, muttering a soft, "(I know: How dare I. How rude.)" under his breath in a slight baby voice. Once the floor was mostly cleared he cleaned up everything he used on the dogs and tried his best to put them back where he got them from. He kept a few out to half-heartedly clean and patch (repatch for some) his own wounds. Only once he completely finished his own wounds and cleaning the area did he let himself sag with exhaustion.

He leaned against a counter (originally designed more like a raised walkway for his birds) and sighed. He took a second to try and relax a bit. Ow, ow, ok no. That hurt too much. He sighed again, deep enough it felt like it came from his toes, and stood upright again. He was just about to leave and go find his birds to tell them about their impromptu guests when a half-bark stopped him. It was like when you asked a dog to bark quietly and they made more of a puff of air than a bark, that kind of 'houmph'. Turning he saw the boxer staring at him intently. At his attention it perked and wagged its tail nub.

He smiled and took a step to leave when it whined. He glanced back again, and it looked so sad. It pillows its head on the dog in front of it, causing it to wake, look at him, and whine. This chain reaction swept through all five dogs until there was a horde of sad puppy eyes begging him to stay. He sighed for a third time and shuffled his way over. He sat next to the group of dogs and sent them a look.

"(There. Ya happy now, ya big babies?)" The furthest dog leapt to its feet and bounded over to flop down on him, drawing a breathless grunt from him. The other four followed its lead and, quite literally, dogpiled him. He ended up laying down, head pillowed on one dog (who's head was on his shoulder) with the rest of the group piled around and over him, working together to become a living blanket. He chuckled and petted the ones he could reach.

He opened a holo-pad and quickly sent a message to his birds about his 'guests'. He was about to send a follow-up, longer message explaining what they were, how he found them, and where all of them were when one dog yanked the pad out of his grip with a playful tail wag. It slipped out of its mouth on the pullback and ended up accidentally throwing it to the other side of the room. All six of the group watched it fly, hit the wall (causing a small dent), and land on the ground with a bounce and a few sparks from the certainly now broken pad. There was a second of silence before the dog, a German Shepard if he had to guess, opened their mouth in a smile-mimicking pant and raised its head to look behind it at Damian with a few tail wags. Damian busted out laughing at the action.

"Ok. Point taken." He ruffled the dog's scruff and it closed its eyes, tail thumping. From this angle and distance, he couldn't quite reach it's collar to look at its tag. He turned to the ones he could get to instead. The first one he looked at was the wolfdog looking one. Her collar was one of those chain-collars, the ones where when the dog pulled the collar would tighten. On one of the rings was her name tag.

'Casper' it read in semi-cursive lettering like a ghost wrote it. He pets her head, saying her name to her. She leaned back to lay flat out, shoulder landing on his thigh and head flopping over his lap and one of the dogs already there. He chuckled then paused when he saw a blank spot in her fur. Now that he saw her closer and straight out it wasn't a spot but a long line. It started a bit behind an ear with a chunk missing and traveled down her neck, over her shoulders and spine to end over her opposite hip. He gently brushed the fur aside to see a thick fully healed scar. Her long fluffy fur had hidden it well enough he hadn't realized she even had a scar. Poor thing. He gently pets down the scar a few times before moving to the next dog.

The Great Dane-looking one was the next closest, being the one that volunteered for the pillow position, but he already knew his name. He pats the dog's side with a small cooed 'Braxi-boy'. The dog gave its tail a few sleepy wags before going back to sleep, the jaw of his heavy head digging into Damian's shoulder. He looked at the dog on his chest next. It's the stocky red-brown one with the splash-acid-burn scar on its jaw. Her collar was a, now old and worn, bandanna with the name lovingly stitched into it. 'Dingo' it read. The stitching was a bit sloppy and not very even, giving the impression it either wasn't someone at all skilled in needlework or it was a child's best attempt. He ran his hand down the sloppy stitches and smiled softly. Dingo didn't wake when he pets her with her name on his lips.

The Shepard and Boxer were both out of his reach by and over his legs, but he was just able to read the tag hanging from the Boxer's collar. 'Diesel'. He chuckled. With the black-brown-tan-grey coloring in stripey lines (what was that called? It had a name. Bridle? Bindle? Bundle? It started with a 'B' and ended with an '-dle') covering he had a good guess where the name came from. He rubbed the sleeping dog with his foot as best he could. That just left the Shepard.

He tried to figure out how to read its tag without disturbing the dogs using him as both a pillow and bed when the dog in question got up with a stretch and wide yawn. He watched it as it walked closer and plopped itself down on the pile, ending up pushing one dog a bit further away from him to press between the two. The disturbed dog whipped its head up with an annoyed grunt but flopped back down without further protest. Damian chuckled.

"Well. That works too." He looked at the Shepard's collar, its name was on a plate screwed into the collar itself. 'Tater'. Was that supposed to be 'potato' with a heavy country accent? Thats amazing. He cooed her name while he pets her ears, gaining a sleepy huff and a few tail wags in response. Satisfied with knowing the dogs’ names (he made a point not to look at the towel burrito on the counter) he yawned widely, causing a chain reaction through all the awake or partially awake dogs around him.

That's how his flock found him in their panicked search for him: curled up on the floor of the medical bay with a pack of collared predators piled on and around him. He was snoring. He was dead asleep and snoring. Damian may have gotten relaxed enough to sleep properly and not the 'barely deeper than dose' than he had been before his birds, but it was always either a light sleep or complete unconsciousness because of some other factor like exhaustion or fresh wounds. This is the first time any of his flock had seen him sleep with actual rest like he should.

Ree cautiously walked over and nudged an arm. Normally that was enough to wake him if he wasn't completely unconscious but not this time. Ree blinked in surprise then nudged a bit harder. Damian didn't respond. He glanced at the rest of the flock, unsure. Ares waddled over, barely keeping himself from tripping over tails and paws as he did. He then crouched down, grabbed Damian's wrist with both his tiny paws and lifted it. He then promptly dropped it. The dog it fell onto grunted and shifted, causing more dogs to grumble and shift, but Damian didn't even twitch. His snores stuttered for a second when Dingo shifted on his chest but resumed normally soon after.

I thought my Monday was rough. Until I experienced Tuesday. Those who believed that it was important for me to supplement my academic study of male masochism with first-hand experience — Luke, Paul, Brooke, possibly Neil as well — certainly were getting their wish. I less so, although there was no denying the authenticity of it.
I had to wait until Brooke and Luke were asleep to complete my punishment lines. When my alarm went off at 5 AM in Tuesday morning, after only four hours of sleep, I groaned.
As I was driving over to Kevin’s mom’s house, I received a text from him: Get me an Egg McMuffin from McDonald’s on your way here. Text me when you get here so you don’t wake up my mom.
I had dressed in a clean pair of yoga pants and plain black T-shirt (fortunately, at the time, my dresser wasn’t yet full of humiliating shirts, like it is today, and my cuckold horns shirt was filthy), so I was grateful for the drive-thru at McDonald’s. I resisted the temptation to order myself hash browns and instead limited myself to a banana and cup of coffee. I was determined to avoid more punishment on Saturday following my weigh-in.
Although it was to be another unseasonably hot day, the sun was just starting to rise when I pulled up to the house, so it was still fairly cool. Kevin was waiting for me on the porch. He didn’t thank me (let alone offer to reimburse me) for the sandwich, but rather ate it as he walked around his truck, inspecting the work I had already done. Finding fault with the cleanliness of his wheel rims, he instructed me to stop working on the interior of the car and to reapply myself to the wheels and hubcaps. I tried to explain that I had scrubbed these areas repeatedly yesterday, but that some of the blemishes simply could not be removed from the aging vehicle. He stood above me, supervising — as I worked on my knees — pointing to areas that he felt were not sufficiently clean.
“Sir, I can’t get this spot out. I’ve tried several times,” I said, as I strenuously, yet futilely scrubbed a black mark at the bottom of one of the rear wheels. It looked like it had been there for years. Kevin’s filthy plumber’s boots were right next to my face as I crouched down and scrubbed.
“Scrub harder.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but I’m scrubbing as hard as I can. Some of these stains just won’t come off.”
“You’re not trying hard enough. Here, let me try.” He grabbed the sponge from me and bent over to scrub it. It took some effort, but sure enough, he was able to remove the spot.
“See, you’re not working hard enough. Luke will be disappointed.”
“Sir, I promise you that I’m trying as hard as I can. I’m just not as strong as you are, sir. You have really bulked up at the gym since the last time I saw you.” I thought a little flattery might help convince him not to complain about me to Luke.
He flexed his bicep and stared at it admiringly.
“That’s really impressive, sir. Look at mine, by comparison.” I flexed mine, and felt like Popeye without the spinach standing (or, in my case, kneeling) next to Brutus.
“I guess you’re right,” he said. “I’ll tell you what, if you clean my boots and tools, I might not say anything to Luke.”
Have you started to notice a pattern here? A slippery slope of submission. For example, if I hadn’t been forced to clean Luke’s truck that time I was caught by Kelly, I probably would never have met Paul and, therefore, wouldn’t later that day be going to his condo to work as his maid. It seemed that one act of submission and exposure begat another. Where would it end? Would it end? At the time I am making them, however, my concessions always seem like good ideas, given my lack of options.
And so it probably will not surprise you to learn that I replied, “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. I think I can use the same soapy water and leather conditioner I’m using on your truck. If you remove them, I can get started right away.”
“Remove them? Why bother? Just do them here,” he pulled down the tailgate of his truck and sat on it. I filled a fresh bucket of soap and water and got back on my knees to begin my task.
“My boots are dirtier than usual. My last job was a real shit show. Literally,” he chuckled.
I tried not to think about how exactly his boots got so filthy, as I used a towel to wipe off the foul smelling, caked-on debris. Kevin had a relaxed, arrogant expression on his face, as if having a guy twice his age kneeling before him to clean his boots was the most natural thing in the world. I heard the unmistakable noise of a photo being taken on a phone and looked up to see Kevin’s iPhone pointed at me.
“What are you doing, sir?”
“I just wanted to text Kaylee. She’ll get a kick out of this.”
What could I say in response? Challenge him and likely face Luke’s wrath? I bit my tongue.
After cleaning them, I applied some of the leather conditioner I had used on the truck’s seats and began buffing his boots energetically with a microfiber towel. It was just at that moment, of course, that Kevin’s mom, Darla, walked out of the house in sweatpants and a jacket, a cup of coffee in her hand. I will confess that my cock began to stiffen the moment I got on my knees and looked up at Kevin; the pure act of submitting stoked my arousal, as usual. But it was when Darla arrived that my cock really began to push painfully against its restraints.
“Oh, it’s you again,” she said looking down at me.
“Wally didn’t have time to finish my truck before it got dark yesterday,” said Kevin.
“Good morning, ma’am,” I said.
Ignoring me, she said, “It doesn’t look like he’s cleaning your truck right now to me. I guess Luke’s new lackey is now your lackey too. I raised some smart boys.” She smiled proudly. “At least this one isn’t wearing a bikini like Luke made his first boss wear when the old guy used to clean this truck back before he gave it to you.” She laughed heartily at the fond memory of one of my predecessors’ humiliations at the hands of her older son. So nice to be participating in the family tradition, I thought.
“Well, it is December. It’s a little cold for a bikini,” Kevin laughed. “Walter, stand up and show my mom the pantyhose, or whatever it is, that Luke makes you wear.”
I did as directed, causing Darla to laugh. “Those are women’s work-out pants, honey. But I can see the bulk beneath them. One of Luke’s signature methods of dominating the husbands he cuckolds. As I’ve heard your brother say more than once, ‘If you really want to own a man, control his cock.’”
“Wally is a college professor. Luke said he studied at one of them Ivy League schools, out East.”
“You can see where that’s gotten him,” she said. “Well, it’s a little chilly out here, I’m going back inside. I have I feeling I’ll be seeing more of you,“ she said to me with a smirk as she walked back into the house.
After I finished cleaning his boots, Kevin directed me to go into his garage, bring his tools out into the driveway and wipe them down with soapy water before loading them into the bed of his truck. He watched me work the entire time, not lifting a finger.
When I finished, he paid me a compliment. A most unwanted one, as it tuned out. “Nice job with my boots and my tools. Now that I’ve got my license, I could really use an assistant. I’m gonna talk to Luke about letting me borrow you sometimes.”
I didn’t respond, hoping this thought was just a whim of his that would soon be forgotten. I hoped in vain; it was indeed the slippery slope again, a continuation of my descent.
After I finished with his tools, I spent another hour finishing cleaning the interior of the truck before Kevin headed off to his first job of the day and I headed off to campus. This time, I did change into my jeans in a fast food restaurant on the way, too wary of facing Darla again to go back into the house.
I still wore the leather choker that day, and was highly self-conscious as I lectured to the 24 students in my Chivalry and Courtly Love In Medieval Literature class.
I had to be and Paul’s and Anna’s by 4 PM, so after my lecture, I walked to the drugstore to buy the Johnsons’ furniture wax and a toothbrush. I was starving. Having only had a banana that day, and having eaten very little besides salads, fruit and low-fat cottage cheese since my disappointing weigh-in on Saturday, I decided to treat myself to lunch at my favorite Thai restaurant in town. Given how hard I had worked and how little I had eaten over the last couple of days (and thinking about the humiliation that lay in store for me that afternoon), I figured that I deserved this one small self indulgence. I ordered seafood Tom Yum soup and beef Massaman curry. A caloric dish to be sure, but how much could it possibly hurt after my spartan diet of the last few days?
I was still savoring my soup when the waitress brought my curry and rice to the table. Just at that moment, I saw Neil enter the restaurant with a female colleague, Annabelle Nash (she taught Shakespeare, mainly). They greeted me as they went to their seats, but I could see Neil scrutinize the dishes on my table and shake his head disapprovingly (if subtly). Self conscious as I was, I nevertheless cleaned my plate (grateful Neil’s back was to me at the table where he and Annabelle sat). After I paid my check, I walked over to say goodbye to them.
Neil said, “Hey, pal, would you mind swinging by my office at around 2:30 for a few minutes?”
“Sure thing, Neil. Nice seeing you, Annabelle.”
When I met him in his office later, Neil closed the door and asked me to sit down.
“Walter, I have a bit of a dilemma that I hope you can help me out with. Luke made me promise to tell him if I caught you cheating on your diet on campus.”
“The restaurant is not on campus,” I smiled, attempting a joke.
“You know what I mean,” he answered, with a serious expression. “Was that beef Massaman curry? Do you know how many calories are in that dish?! And all the carbs in the rice? You should always ask for brown rice instead of white, you know. And you had soup too, I noticed.”
“But I barely ate anything the past three days. And I only had a banana for breakfast.”
“You’re always making excuses. That’s why you’ve basically been stuck at the same weight now for the last few weeks. You’re at a threshold, and to lose more, you need to be super disciplined about what you eat, and exercise more. No more excuses, Walter.”
“You’re right, sir. Please don’t tell Luke,” I pleaded.
“Look, I know what my telling him means for you as a consequence. But I promised him I would. And his methods with you have been successful. I feel I have to honor my promise.”
“Please, don’t. Maybe I can make it up to you somehow. How about a foot massage?”
“Giving me a foot massage isn’t going to burn many calories.” He thought for a minute. “I tell you what. The four days a week that we’re on campus together, how about if you bring me a coffee each day in between my classes? I don’t think that will conflict with your teaching schedule, and the exercise of walking to the Corner Cafe each day will do you good. It’s 3300 steps there and back; I’ve measured it on my iPhone. That way, I won’t feel as guilty for not telling Luke about catching you cheating on your diet today.”
“Yes, thanks Neil. Sir, I mean. That seems more than fair.”
Neil got up and shook my hand. “Deal. And you don’t have to call me ‘sir’ here on campus, pal.”
“Thanks, Neil.”
“But I will take you up on that offer for your amazing foot massages on Wednesdays after my back-to-back classes. You can give me one tomorrow when you bring my coffee.”
“Of course, thanks again, Neil,” I said, as I left his office. And so that is how I came to be Neil’s coffee boy for the balance of the semester (and future semesters, even during my sabbatical). And his foot boy, or reflexologist, or whatever you want to call it. Notice how it went from me offering to give him one foot massage in return for his silence, to me getting his coffee four days a week and massaging his feet once a week. In an instant! I guess negotiation was not one of my strong suits.
As I drove to Paul and Anna’s condo — the next stop on my gauntlet of service and humiliation that day —the Paul Simon song Slip Sliding Away ran through my head, the refrain in particular:
Slip sliding away You know the nearer your destination The more you’re slip sliding away
If old Paul was correct, the further I slid down the slope, the closer I’d come to my true nature. I wondered how much further I had to slip. Would I be the slave to everyone by the time I finally reached the bottom of the slope?
As I parked my car, I did another mental inventory of what I needed for my second visit to the condo. Johnsons’s furniture wax, check. Toothbrush, check. Punishment lines, check. I was wearing sheer, black nylon panties under my jeans. Then I remembered: I had completely forgotten Anna’s directive that I research and practice how to curtsy. All I could do is hope that she had forgotten. If not, maybe I could wing it? Better yet, maybe she wouldn’t be there this time. But did I really want to be alone with Paul?
Carrying a bag that contained my punishment lines as well as the furniture polish and toothbrush, I entered the lobby to find the same obnoxious doorman as last Tuesday, sitting behind his desk.
“I’m here to see Paul Betz.”
“And you are?” He knew perfectly well who I was, but wanted to force me to say it.
“The maid.” I looked down at the floor, ashamed.
He picked up the intercom. “Mr. Betz, your maid is here to clean your apartment. May I send HIM up?” The prick just had to emphasize my gender.
“Mr. Betz said you may go up. Apartment 11B. The elevator is around the corner,” he said, as if I had never been there before, a smug smile plastered to his face.
“Yes, thank you. I remember.”
When I got to their door, I got down on my knees, as Paul had instructed me. Should I have rung the bell first? Should I knock? Or would that annoy them? I had been announced, so they knew I would be coming up the elevator. I waited there for several minutes. The longer I waited, however, it seemed to make less and less sense to ring the bell. Maybe they were busy and not ready for me yet, even though I was very punctual? Maybe they were….having sex? I didn’t want to risk disturbing them. And, so, I continued to wait.
I then heard the elevator door open, with dread. A woman, probably in her mid thirties, walked by me to her apartment across the hall, staring down at me with an amused expression. When she opened her door, I heard her yell to someone in the apartment, “It looks like Paul and Anna have a new one,” before the door slammed shut.
Just then the the door in front of me finally opened. I saw Paul’s feet first.
“You may enter. Remember, on your knees.”
I put my hands down to crawl into the apartment, before he snapped at me: “No! I didn’t say on your hands and knees. I said on your knees.”
I shuffled forward into the apartment, cursing myself for having not purchased knee pads, as Paul had suggested. I told myself that I would have to start taking notes from now on , so I wouldn’t forget things I’d later regret.
“Lines,” he said, simply.
I pulled the several loose leaf pages out of my bag and handed them to Paul. “Here, sir.”
As much as it hurt my hand to write all of those lines, the mental anguish of having to repeatedly write that I would no longer mention academic integrity — a subject that I was passionate about (ridiculous as it might seem to you, coming from a professor about to clean the apartment of two of his students) — was worse. Paul knew that, of course. I was to learn that, despite their many differences in style, like Luke, he was a natural sadist, with an impressive ability to zero in on areas of his victim’s vulnerability or sensitivity to exploit for maximum humiliation. Lucky me.
“I’ll count them and check the neatness of your writing later. Did you bring the Johnsons wax and toothbrush?”
“Yes, sir. Here.” I showed him the contents of my bag.
Anna then came into the living room from the kitchen, munching on an apple. Both were dressed similarly to last time, Paul in sweatpants and Anna in tight yoga pants. Anna was barefoot this time, her pretty, pedicured toes painted a metallic silver color. She caught me staring at her toes, and smiled.
“Don’t worry, Professor Rollins, you will get to know my feet very well. They will be your best friends before long.”
“More like his unobtainable crush,” Paul snickered.
“Crushes,” Anna corrected him. “Professor maid will have a crush on both of my feet and on all ten of my toes. He will worship them and he will pine for them. And they won’t give him the time of day,” she said. Then she abruptly said to me, “Obeisance!”
“Excuse me, Princess Anna?”
“Obeisance means assume the position of respect and humility before your superiors,” Paul explained.
“Yes, sir. I know the meaning of the word, but I don’t know what position she means.”
“I don’t like your condescending tone. It reminds me of when you corrected me in class on Monday about the cucking stool. We’re going to teach you not to use that tone with us. Certainly not here, where you are nothing more than a slave. But not in class either. You will be very careful in how you interact with Anna, Kelly and me in class from now on. We are your special students.”
“We are the teacher’s pets, and the teacher is our pet,” giggled Anna.
I certainly didn’t intend to be condescending — I was on my knees, for fuck’s sake — but I guess that quality just naturally creeps into my tone at times, unconsciously. Perhaps an occupational hazard of being a professor? Or at least, a hazard in the situations in which I increasingly found myself.
“Strip,” ordered, Paul.
“Yes, sir. May I stand for a moment?”
Paul nodded his ascent. I quickly removed my shoes, socks, shirt and jeans, and stood before them in my panties and chastity cage.
“Obeisance here means you drop down onto your belly, you clasp your hands behind your back and you slither like the worm you are to your superior’s feet and kiss each one reverently. Obeisance!”
I was standing several feet away from them. I did exactly what Paul described, finding that the only way to propel myself forward from that position was to grind my crotch into the floor. Not only was it incredibly uncomfortable, but I feared that my chastity cage might scratch their hardwood floor. Fortunately, there was an area rug covering most of the space separating us, so I was able to slide myself — indeed, “slither” was the correct word — towards their feet. Figuring ladies first, I planted kisses on Anna’s lovely bare feet, followed by Paul’s socked feet.
Paul asked me, “Where is Luke today?”
Still prostrate on my belly, inches from their toes, I answered, “He is traveling today, sir.”
“Overnight?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What about your wife?”
“She is working tonight.”
“You didn’t say ‘sir.’ That’s one demerit. At the restaurant?”
I had never said anything to them about Brooke’s job, even during Paul’s initial interrogation of me at O’Riordans. His detailed knowledge of my life was unsettling.
“Yes, sir.”
“What time does she get home? Don’t lie, I have my ways of checking.”
“Usually around 10:30 or so, sir.”
Anna interjected, “Good, you can work longer than two hours, then. The condo is a disaster, and we’re having a little get together on Thursday. That little bitch, Chrissy, said her mother is sick. Supposedly. So she wasn’t able to clean on Sunday. You have your work cut out for you, professor maid. Where is your page uniform?”
Oh, no! Another order, I forgot. I didn’t hesitate to lie. “My wife wore the jacket today, princess. She occasionally likes to wear it.” Did Paul have ways of checking on that, too, I wondered.
“Bring it with you on Thursday. Fortunately, I picked out some other things for you to wear today. You’ll find your clothes on and next to the spanking bench in the dungeon. You can change in there and then present yourself to us before you start cleaning.”
“Yes, princess. Thank you.”
As I walked upstairs to the dungeon, I was still trying to process Anna’s extremely troubling remark a moment earlier. Not the fact that I had to work longer than two hours, nor that the condo was especially messy. Rather, it was the fact that they were planning on inviting guests on Thursday, the day I was to spend four hours with them, including preparing and serving them dinner. They had promised me that I wouldn’t be subjected to further exposure. Still, I had to risk asking, at some point, who they planned to invite to their “little get together.”
Expecting to find a maid’s uniform in the dungeon, I was not completely mistaken. Draped over the spanking bench were sheer black, thigh high stockings and a garter belt as well as a white lace maid’s cap. On the floor next to the bench were a pair of what appeared to be brand new, black high heels. Presumably, these were purchased specifically for me and would not painfully pinch my feet like Chrissy’s did.
The garter had a velcro clasp, so was relatively easy to put on. I initially struggled attaching the metal clasps to the thigh highs, but got those on as well. I then put the on the ridiculous cap. Finally, the most challenging part: the heels. They were my size, thankfully, but I was very unsteady in them, even partially twisting my ankle when I first tried to walk in them. Regarding myself in a large mirror hung inside the door to the dungeon, I looked utterly absurd, especially with my bare torso and rock-hard nipples.
Anna laughed loudly when I wobbled my way into the living room, where she and Paul were now reclining on the couch. My cock strained against its cage as I stood before my young monarchs, watching them scrutinize my ridiculously attired form.
“Don’t worry, professor. You’ll get used to the heels before you know it. Now let’s see you curtsy.”
The moment I was dreading. Should I confess to her that I had forgotten her instructions and beg her forbearance? Or should I wing it? I chose the latter, and chose unwisely. Not having a skirt to lift, I sort of mimicked lifting a phantom one and lamely bent my knees before standing straight again. There was no extending my right foot behind my left, no holding my position for two seconds when I bent my knees, no lowering my chin, no maintaining eye contact with my mistress. In other words, my improvisation was a dismal failure.
“That’s pathetic. Did you bother to practice at all?”, asked Anna, with a scowl.
“Yes, princess. Maybe I picked a bad how-to video.”
“You only watched one? You didn’t read anything about the different steps involved? It’s not hard to find instructions on Google. I checked myself. You either are lying to me or you’re a complete bimbo. Is it really true that we can’t leave marks on his ass.?”, she asked Paul.
“For now, yes, unfortunately. But I think I’ve figured out some ways to punish him that won’t leave any long lasting marks.”
“Good. He deserves it. Maybe a little pain will help you remember to do what we tell you to do in the future, and to do it properly,” said Anna to me.
“Yes, Princess Anna. I promise to study how to curtsy very carefully before Thursday.”
“You better. Including a deep curtsy.”
“But that doesn’t get you off the hook for fucking up today,” said Paul. “Now get busy.”
I gathered up their dirty laundry first (scattered throughout the apartment), and started a load. The condo was indeed a mess. I later learned that Paul and Anna simply never picked up after themselves. Why should they when they had a seemingly ever increasing stable of menials to do so for them. However, when one of the servants fell ill or for some other reason failed to clean on their allotted days, the next one paid the price, as I did that day. It was quite challenging walking in the heels, but Anna was correct that I got used to them fairly quickly. By the end of the nearly four hours I was with them that Tuesday, I was managing to walk in them reasonably steadily.
As I worked, I caught snippets of their conversation.
Anna said, “It’s a bummer we don’t get to control his cock.”
Paul replied, “I know. But I’m working on that. It’s going to take a little time.”
“That’s good. Without control of his cock, it doesn’t feel like he’s truly our slave, you know what I mean?”
“I do. Just be patient.”
“How do you plan to do it?” Anna glanced at me. “Or don’t you want him to hear?”
“I don’t care if he hears or not. There’s nothing he can do about it. The key is to make friends with Luke. He was willing to lend Rollins to us at the Ren fair when we asked. My guess is he’ll be willing to share him again. And regularly. Besides, Professor Larson told me Luke built a huge pool at his house. I’d love to swim there when the weather gets nice. Indoor pools just aren’t the same.”
I knew that Paul had taken one of Neil’s classes last year, but hearing that they had been in touch since the Ren fair — bonding over their shared love of swimming, no doubt — was concerning. I hoped that there wasn’t anything else they were bonding over.
Anna instructed me to use the Johnsons wax I had purchased to polish the expensive looking coffee table and end tables in their large living room. They watched TV as I worked around them, ordering me as they did last time to serve them drinks. The toothbrush was for me to clean the crevices in the tiled bathroom floor of the master bathroom. Anna said that the crevices made it difficult to thoroughly clean with a mop. That may have been true, but I suspected this was more about humiliation than cleanliness. She supervised me as knelt down and scrubbed the first few tiles, urging me to pay particular attention to those closest to the toilet. She stood in the entrance way, as I bent over with my panty-clad ass sticking out. Although my cock fought against its confines almost the entire time I was there that day, there were certain moments such as this that the throbbing was particularly unpleasant.
As I was mopping the kitchen floor, I heard an alarm go off.
“Get your ass in here!”, I heard Paul yell from the living room. “It’s time for your punishment. Normally, I don’t administer correction until a servant has completed all assigned tasks for the day, but since we can’t leave any visible marks on you for the time being, I’m going to make an exception for you. Five demerits from last week plus one from today. Not to mention your compete failure to learn how to properly curtsy. Get over my knees.”
“But what about the punishment lines, sir?”
“You’re questioning me? They were to address a separate issue: your idiotic obsession with academic integrity.”
“But, sir, didn’t you say that you would address my demerits on Thursday when I would be here longer?”
“That was before I knew you could stay here longer today. I intend to take advantage of it. But I’m also happy to administer part of your punishment today and part of it on Thursday. I’m sure that our guests will enjoy it.”
“Uh, sir, I was meaning to ask you about that. You, you…you and Princess Anna promised you wouldn’t tell anyone or show anyone…” My tongue was tied.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist, professor. Our guests are Kelly and Archer,” said Anna.
“Archer, princess?”
“Archer is Kelly’s boyfriend. You two go way back. He saw you cleaning Luke’s truck in a speedo and you cleaned his muddy boots at the Ren fair. That was so much fun!, Anna giggled.
“What are you waiting for?,” Paul snapped.
I walked over to him and lay across his knees. Across the knees of my student, dressed as some fetishized maid. It was a truly surreal moment.
“The advantage of a hand spanking is that it can hurt quite a bit, but it won’t leave marks. The redness will fade in a couple of hours, and I think I know how to go right up to the edge of leaving bruises without actually leaving them. The key is lots of repetition. I’m going to give you twenty spanks for each demerit. Normally, it would only be ten, but that’s when I’m using a paddle, strap or crop. Or cane. We will inspect your cleaning when you’re done, and any additional demerits you earn today will be addressed on Thursday.” Paul rubbed my bottom with his hand as he spoke, a sensual exertion of control that I did not expect.
“Did you ever think you’d get to spank one of your professors?”, Anna asked her boyfriend with almost childlike delight.
“Great to check this one off the bucket list. Someday, I’d like to have a Senator or Governor over my knees.”
“How about the President?”
“You never know. There are submissive cucks and closet masochists in all walks of life.”
And with that observation, Paul’s hand came down hard on my panty-clad bottom. It came down again and again. The first strike hurt, but it was the cumulative effect that really turned this hand spanking into a tear-inducing punishment. I managed to be fairly stoic until about the 30th strike. By around the 50th, I was kicking my legs. Eventually I kicked with sufficient force that both of my heels came off. Although my sheer panties offered next to no protection, about midway through my punishment, Paul pulled them down and struck me on my bare bottom. Around the same time the tears came, I started squirming around on Paul’s lap.
“Stay still!”
I tried, but as the spanks kept coming, I continued to squirm on his lap. Paul then reached between my legs and firmly grabbed my balls. That certainly got my attention.
As he squeezed them, Paul said, “Do you think you can be still now?”
‘Yes, sir. I do!”
Through great exertion of will, I was able to remain still as Paul delivered the final twenty or strokes. He pushed me roughly off his lap onto the floor after he finished.
“Normally, I would now make you stand in the corner with your ass on display for 30 minutes or so, but I want to make sure you have time to finish cleaning.”
I wiped the tears from my eyes and replied, “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
Anna sat down next to Paul on the couch and, inserting her hand into his sweatpants. said, “That was hot. Did it excite you as much as it did me? Oh, I can feel that it did! Let’s go fuck on our freshly made bed.”
“Sounds good, babe. If we’re quick, he can wash the sheets again before he leaves.”
Which is exactly what happened. Their inspection of my work only resulted in two additional demerits this time.
Before I left, Anna left me detailed instructions for the meal I was to prepare on Thursday.
It was 9:30 PM by the time I got home. Given that Luke was away, I was hoping Brooke would release me when she got home and give me footjob or maybe even allow me to make love to her like she did on Thanksgiving. As exhausted as I was, I had been in a near constant state of frustrated sexual arousal throughout the day and its myriad humiliations, and I was dying to be released.
Unfortunately, Brooke had a difficult night at the restaurant (two men who hit on her, and one who stiffed her after she politely rebuffed him) and was in a foul mood. So instead of being released, I spent still more time on my truly aching knees, giving her a long foot massage through her sweaty stockings as she silently watched TV.
That was still the highlight of my long, long day.

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“We need a bigger bed,” I said.
Elincia nestled to my side. Her platinum hair cascaded over her pretty face, and her emerald eyes gleamed in the dim light of the cramped room like those of a cat. Like every morning, my heart skipped a beat, but I did my best to hide my astonishment. I knew Elincia would cling to it and tease me for the rest of the day.
A thin sunbeam crept between the curtains. Hundreds of pages of runic research covered the desk. Alchemic ingredients floated inside glass flasks, piling in the room's corners. Dirty clothes piled in a corner. Elincia was a cleaning maniac, and the mess was a living sign of how tight our schedules were.
“We need a bigger bed,” I repeated.
Elincia chuckled. “I’m too clingy?”
I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her closer. “I mean it. I can barely move with you taking up all of the space.”
She nudged me with her elbow beneath the blankets. “Oh, admit it, you love to have me so close.”
I kissed her forehead. “I love the touch of your cold feet and how your hair gets in my mouth, don’t get me wrong, but I need space for my arm.”
Despite the healing skills and Elincia’s curative salves, the burns on my arm stabbed like a thousand glass shards. The Healers from the Guard said it would heal, but it would take a while. That’s what I got for overusing Energy Potions. A stack of Mana Toxicity was too dangerous, and the benefits of chugging Energy Potions were too few compared to a High-Grade Healing Potion at the right moment.
“We’ll have Ginz look into crafting a bigger bed,” Elincia giggled as she kissed my cheek. “I’m still going to cling.”
“I can live with that,” I replied, stretching my back.
I wouldn’t change my life for anything else. Despite the previous night's fight, I felt energized. I suspected the System blessed me with a hidden Status every time I woke up to Elincia by my side, but nothing in my Character Sheet suggested that.
“So, you are level forty now,” I said. I eventually had to get up, but for now, I wanted to remain in bed, hugging Elincia and pretending this was a lazy Saturday back on Earth.
“It’s not that big of a deal. Alchemist’s stat growths aren’t very impressive, but at least my mana reserves improved,” Elincia said, playing with my hair. “The problem is my titles. I have done very little research with all the work around the orphanage. By level forty, I should have at least one Unique Recipe under my name.”
“With all the extra hands, I think you’ll have enough time now,” I said.
“I’m afraid it will be the opposite,” Elincia whispered, searching for my lips.
Before we could kiss, someone frantically knocked on the door.
“Miss Elincia! There are weird people in the orphanage!” Shu yelled from the corridor.
The door slammed open, and Shu appeared in the doorway, wearing a cooking pot as a helmet. We had told the kids the night’s commotion was caused by a small group of grave robbers. They believed the story and continued sleeping as if nothing had happened. It was good to know that, at least, they felt safe in the orphanage.
Shu ran inside as fast as her talons allowed her. When she had crossed half the room, she used her wings to rise into the air and dove into the bed, softly landing between us. There, she clung to Elincia with her arms and legs.
Elincia stroked her hair.
“There is a big green one and a scary wolf one. She has fangs and claws, and I think she might want to eat someone,” Shu said with an alarmed expression.
Elincia laughed.
“Those are Risha and Astrid,” she explained, cradling Shu against her chest. Shu extended her wings, making herself comfortable. They were warm. “Risha and Astrid are my friends, like you with Nokti, Virdian, and Ash. They used to live in the orphanage way before you arrived.”
“They don’t have parents?” Shu asked, appalled.
Elincia nodded.
“Well then, I guess they can stay at the orphanage. I better go tell them they are welcome before they decide to leave,” Shu said, climbing down the bed and walking to the door.
“That’s a great idea,” Elincia said.
Shu closed the door behind her a moment later, and Elicia and I were alone again.
“You don’t seem very thrilled about Risha and Astrid staying here,” I said.
“Give me a break,” Elincia replied, hiding her face in the curve of my neck.
We lay there in comfortable silence, the only sound being the distant chatter of the kids in the kitchen. Danger upon the orphanage, but for a moment, the little joy of lazing together was all that mattered. If anything, we deserved it.
The scenes of last night passed quickly before my eyes, yet I didn’t feel a sliver of remorse—I wasn’t even angry. When the thieves cornered me in the alley a few months ago, and Sir Janus killed them, I felt regret and anger. Regret because two people had died. Anger because they had forced me to resort to violence. Now, I felt none. On a rational level, I wished things were different, but on an emotional level, I felt completely detached from the situation. A part of me even felt proud because I was able to protect the orphanage.
I used a lock of Elincia’s hair to tickle her nose. She grunted and shook her head.
“How are you feeling,” I asked.
“I’m not ready to fully forgive Risha and Astrid, but I guess they can stay. It’s what Mister Lowell would’ve wanted. I just need time,” Elincia replied.
“I meant about last night,” I pointed out.
“Oh, that,” Elincia shrugged. “Zealots are known to be strong and unpredictable foes, and Defenders are a strong advanced class. Your combat power is comparable to a level 40, and the shotgun allows me to one-shot any mid-level regardless of their class, as long as I have the element of surprise. I’d say no criminal group in Farcrest can safely attack us now.”
Elincia had a completely different set of worries, but she was right. Most of the city's inhabitants were between level one and twenty-five. Veteran Guardsmen and Sentinels reached around level thirty-five, but that was the peak for most people. To keep progressing, one had to face the dangers of the Farlands. Those who surpassed level forty were the ones who fought against Monster Surges and survived to tell the story.
With our current combat power, only a few foes could touch us.
“How about you? How are you feeling?” Elincia interrupted my train of thought.
“I’m feeling annoying,” I replied, nibbling on Elincia’s ear in the most bothersome way.
I still cared about Elincia and the kids’ well-being. I cared about Risha, Astrid, Ginz, Nasiah, and Captain Kiln, and I even cared for the regular citizens of Farcrest, although in a more diffused and distant way. I wasn’t turning into a cold-blooded murderer any time soon, not even in exchange for all the levels.
“Don’t you have to prepare your team for the tournament?” Elincia said.
Alarms went off in my brain. We had four days until the tournament. It wasn’t long enough to take the girls to the Farlands to level up, and it was barely enough time to teach them anything else. I went over my mental list, trying to come up with a new plan and cursing my bad luck and whoever wanted to sabotage the orphanage.
I kicked the blankets and jumped to my feet. Elincia hissed, trying to remain covered. Winter was coming to an end, but the days were still cold and windy. I wondered if there would be any snow before spring. I put on my training clothes and winter boots using my mana as a third hand. A moment later, I was ready to roll.
“Don’t overdo it!” Elincia said as I left the room.
“I won’t if you promise to get along with your friends!”
Elincia pouted. “They aren’t my friends!”
I blew her a kiss and jogged down the hallway, out of the sleeping quarters, into the corridor, and into the kitchen. I rubbed my hands together to drive away the morning's cold. Inside, Ginz and Risha were sitting near the stove while the little kids fluttered around. Shu and the snake twins were excited about Risha’s presence, and even the youngest ones seemed to accept him. It wasn’t a surprise. Risha was the kind of person who fell on his feet wherever he went.
As soon as I entered the room, Risha and Ginz raised their heads and greeted me.
“You should have woke me up,” I said.
“I prepare breakfast for a whole platoon. I’m used to this. How is your arm doing?” Risha replied with a worried expression, moving to the side to open up space on the bench.”
“Healing skills helped,” I replied, grabbing a bowl of gruel, and adding raisins, nuts, and honey. “What about you? How is it to be back home?”
Risha sighed. “Ash doesn’t like me; he has made it clear, but I don’t understand why. The other kids are okay with me. Nokti and Virdian already invited me to work on the farm.”
I cast an accusatory glance toward the snake twins. They totally wanted Risha’s muscle to boost their potato production. The kids seemed to notice because they scurried out of the kitchen, giggling.
“It’s okay. Ash isn’t very fond of me either,” I said, burying my spoon in the gruel.
“Teeth are for chewing. I thought a Scholar would know.” Risha said, prompting a laugh from the youngest orphans.
“I’m in a hurry. Places to be. People to talk to,” I replied, shoveling another spoonful of gruel into my mouth. It wasn’t bad, but Elincia’s gruel was better. “By the way, do you have any useful skills other than your class?”
Risha blinked repeatedly. My question was a bit out of place in a world where Class was everything. However, he quickly recovered.
“I guess I know my camping stuff. I have lived in the Farlands for the last seven or eight years. I know how to camp safely almost everywhere in any season: summer, winter, forest, mountain, dry, humid,” Risha replied. “Why?”
“Good. First thing in the morning, you’ll teach camping to Elincia’s class. Then, in the afternoons, you’ll help my class spar,” I said, scraping my bowl for one last spoonful of gruel and putting it on the pile of dirty dishes. “Welcome back to the orphanage.”
I swallowed and walked to the door.
“Wait!” Risha stopped me, putting his hand on my shoulder. “I can help the older kids spar, but I’m not a teacher. I don’t know anything about your scholarly things.”
I couldn’t help but notice that Elincia was at least twice as rough as Risha.
Ginz snorted. “You’ll do fine, Risha. I’ll teach you everything there is to know about teaching kids.”
Risha raised an eyebrow. It seemed that the present Ginz clashed with Risha’s mental image of the past Ginz. I couldn’t help but smile. Ginz had changed a lot since arriving at the orphanage; it wasn’t merely his level, fame, or his skills as a Craftsman. He used to be a meek and fearful man, but now he was a dependable friend.
I just had to make sure he didn’t experiment with explosives inside the orphanage.
“Teaching the specifics can be boring, but if you tell them everything is part of a bigger project, they will actually listen to you,” Ginz explained. “Tell them you’ll be camping with them in the groove when spring starts. They will love it.”
Risha opened his mouth to reply but couldn’t find the words. Ginz’s idea was actually very smart. He continued explaining the minutiae of Elincia’s class to Risha, so I seized the opportunity to leave the kitchen and exit the manor.
My class was already in the backyard.
Zaon and Wolf sat in the big stump while Firana and Ilya sparred against Astrid simultaneously. Ilya cast [Entangling Vines], and a root emerged from the ground, shooting at Astrid’s ankle. However, Astrid dodged without breaking a sweat. Her combination of innate agility and boosting skills put her in a completely different speed tier. Firana didn’t give up and used Ilya’s vine in conjunction with her [Windrider] skill to boost herself forward, rapier first. Astrid kicked the blade aside and jumped out of Ilya’s range.
“Good morning,” I greeted, interrupting the fight.
The girls disengaged and rushed to greet me. The older kids already knew the truth about last night’s events. Zaon had run to get Ilya, which alerted Firana that something was happening in the kitchen. She awakened Wolf so she wouldn’t be the only one scolded for being up late. Ultimately, the four ended up in the kitchen.
“How’s your arm doing, Rob?” Firana asked.
“It’s Mister Clarke,” I replied.
“Come on, I’m an adult now. I should be allowed to call you by your name,” Firana complained.
“You are still my student, Miss Aias,” I shot her down, to Ilya’s delight. “My arm is doing well, by the way. Just a bit sore.”
During the night, I discovered an extra functionality for [Awareness]. The skill doesn't only enhance my senses but could also redirect them to a certain extent. It was a blessing considering that the pain grew as the hours passed and the healing magic dissipated, and it was better than Astrid barging into the room every half hour to refresh the healing spell.
Astrid came forward with a worried expression.
“Should I check it?” She said, and before I could answer, she grabbed my arm and washed it with the green light of her healing skill. After a couple of seconds, when the wound became saturated with magic, she let me go.
I thanked her and looked at my students.
“The tournament starts in four days,” I said, examining their reactions. Every teacher knew that faces usually told more than words.
Ilya remained calm, Firana buzzed with excitement, and Wolf seemed happy, although it was hard to tell, considering his natural stoicism. Zaon, however, seemed a bit more concerned than usual.
“Are we discussing strategy?” Firana asked.
“No. I just wanted to let you know I’m very proud of you all,” I said, my words seeming to catch them by surprise. “Regardless of the tournament outcome, I’m very happy with your progress. From the beginning, I knew you had a lot to show, and you have far surpassed my expectations. As a teacher, it’s been a privilege and a pleasure to work with you.”
The four of them remained silent until Firana opened her mouth.
“That means we are your favorite students ever?” She asked.
“No. You are too sassy,” I replied.
“Oh, come on! You are lying!” Firana said.
“He’s lying,” Ilya said.
“Mister Clarke wouldn’t have favorites,” Zaon pointed out.
“Are you messing with me, Twig?” Firana said, putting her arm around Zaon’t neck.
“Enough!” I said, holding back my laughter. I clapped my hands to catch the kid’s attention. “We have little time to refine the last details. Today, we will split the class. The girls will spar with Astrid, and the boys will come with me. Understood?”
Astrid and the kids nodded.
“We don’t need classless scrubs here. Go away!” Firana said, showing Zaon and Wolf her tongue.
“Don’t cry later when your fart powers fail,” Wolf calmly replied.
A vein popped on Firana’s forehead. I sighed. Wolf knew perfectly well how to annoy her, but Firana wasn’t cool-headed enough to notice. I might have to retract my statement about the kid’s progress.
Before a fight could start, I brought the boys to the groove.
“Mister Clarke?” Zaon asked when we were outside eavesdropping range.
“Yes?” I replied, putting my sword on an old fallen tree and adjusting my padded jacket. There was no sign a battle had been fought the night before other than the burned foliage of a handful of trees.
“I’m going to be Classless during the first part of the tournament… and I’m not as strong as Wolf or skillful as Firana,” Zaon started. “I don’t want to make the team lose.”
I nodded.
“I’m aware you will be Classless for another week. But you have a tool none of your teammates have,” I calmly replied. “You are an Elf, Zaon. Look at your Character Sheet.”
Zaon focused his eyes on an invisible point before him.
“Night Vision? Are we fighting at night?” Zaon asked.
“Miss Elincia told me you inherited all three elven traits. Night Vision, Light-Footed, and Keen Senses, Zaon,” I replied with a mischievous smile. “I brought you two here to teach you a secret technique that will allow you to win every match.”
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According to my mother, I was a horrid Bridezilla that no one DARED cross. I know she was really just being the Momster-of-the-Bride, but I'll let you guys decide.
To start with, I was at a VERY well paying job at the time, so I had a lot of disposable income. My then boyfriend proposed exactly a year after we started dating under the light of the Super Moon, which made Nov. 14 a VERY special day for us. We didn't get married for a while, since it was cheaper for us to have him stay on his parent's insurance for as long as possible, and as it turned out, he would be kicked from their insurance at the end of Nov 2020, so starting in 2018, I start planning.
BF and I are introverted and want a small, quiet affair, and we only have a few details we are set on: I want a lace wedding dress with sleeves, I want my two sisters (7 and 5 at the time) to wear big princess gowns and crowns and be my flower girls, I wanted amazing food, and I wanted a hand-tying ceremony, and he wanted to wear a kilt and rick-roll everyone by editing the bridal March to only play for a few seconds before going into the rick-roll. We both agree on these as well as one more given: we'll be getting married on 11/14/20. So:
1)Lace dress with sleeves 2)Sisters as flower girls 3)Sisters in princess gowns and crowns 4)Amazing Food 5)Hand-tying 6)Kilts 7)Rick-Roll 8)Wedding date of 11/14/20
My mom on the other hand explains that our family will be expecting all of the following for the year leading up to the wedding, or else they won't send gifts:
1)Engagement Party (everyone) 2)Bridal Shower (everyone female) 3)Bachelor Part (Groomsmen) 4)Bachelorette Party (Bridesmaids) 5)Bridesmaids Luncheon (Bridesmaids and MoB) 6)Brunch with out of town family (my entire family who all live out of town, which is everyone, and his two uncles and their families who live out of town) 7)Rehearsal Dinner (Everyone) 8)Wedding (Everyone) 9)Cocktail Hour (Everyome 21+) 10)Reception (Everyone) 11)Morning after brunch (Close family of Bride and Groom, Bridesmaids, and Groomsmen)
Hand signed and addressed invitations, meals, and personalized thank you notes are expected for all of these.
Oh, and because a lot of my family members are teachers, so we can't have our wedding in November. It has to be June or July.
Fine, to prevent drama, we agree that we can get married at THE HEIGHT of bridal season to appease my family, since according to my mom:it doesn't matter what day you get married on; you can celebrate your anniversary on any day you want. Not a good feeling, but whatever. Fine. Summer wedding instead of Fall. And a lot of people that will be coming need to be inside and in the AC due to allergies, asthma, and other respiratory problems. I get it. I'm #1 on that list. I start looking around for locations and ask my mom and his mom for lists of family that we should invite, and we started making a list of our friends. 278 people before adding our friends to the list and not counting us or our immediate families. We live in Bum Frick Nowhere. The biggest venues can only accommodate 250 max, and that's using outdoor areas. There are NO catering companies that can accommodate a crowd that big.
We give the lists back to the moms, asking for them to pair things down, while we give up on any of our friends who aren't in the bridal party being able to attend.
His mom returns a list that was halved.
My mom chewed me out because the list of 178 people WAS her paired down list.
So we're down to just under the 250 threshold. My family would SIGNIFICANTLY outnumber his family. Not because there were fewer of them, but because my mom refuses to budge.
BF and I decide a morning wedding before the day gets hot, a little break in the afternoon, and then go out to his family's farm and have a huge hog roast for our reception.
Nope. Mom says my family wouldn't show up to such a hillbilly wedding. A hog roast would be fine for an engagement party though.
Fine. Hog roast and bonfire for the engagement party.
By this point, I've decided I want Peacock Colors for the wedding. I love the colors and they can be muted or bright, depending on the person wearing them.
I let my mom see my list of Bridesmaids/Maid of Honor. It was all of 4 people, all friends, and my wonderfully obnoxious and forgetful best friend, who I've known for over a decade and a half, as Maid of Honor. I know it'll make more work for me, but I don't care. I'd rather struggle with my friend than have anyone else standing beside me on the day. (She also promised to spill wine on my mom if she got out of hand.) The list won't do. I have this, that, and the other cousin who should be asked to stand up to my wedding, and this cousin should be my Maid of Honor. I refuse to budge on that. She gives in and tells me I should have a Matron of Honor as well, a married woman who helps the same way a Maid of Honor does, but with experience. Fine. It's a compromise.
I haven't sent our any invitations or made any reservations for anything because. I can't do so more than a year in advance. And the ones that can be booked already are.
I end up in an extended period of 4 on 1 off 12 hour night shifts. Lasts about 2 months, and when I come out of it, all of the event spaces are already booked. So no engagement party until the beginning of 2020, lining it up with spring break.
We then find out that the only locations available in the spring have wild raspberries growing on their grounds. I am DEATHLY allergic. If I even get close to them, my throat closes up. I've been warned a bee sting from a bee that pollinated a raspberry could kill me. We HAVE to move the engagement party to later in the year, which means moving the wedding to 2021 instead to accommodate the 6 week window the teachers in the family can come.
Toward the end of 2019, the first grumbling of a certain virus starting to go around.
Lock downs start happening, and BF and I make an executive decision: we will be getting married on 11/14/20, it will only be immediate family, and we'll broadcast it on Facebook for all of the rest of our family and friends.
My mom tries to argue against it, but after the first lock down, she concedes. She always thought we'd want a small, quiet wedding anyway, and she had no idea why we were planning to have so many big parties, when we're such low-key people.
I know my dad. He HATES to spend money on anything that doesn't do something for him, and he will bitch and moan about every penny he has to spend. I wanted 0 drams at my wedding, so I assured him beforehand all he would need to do is a) buy a tie to match the dress I buy for my mom and b) pay for pizza for the rehearsal dinner.
So, I make arrangements, and take my mom with me to pick out a dress. We go to about 4 different places, but nothing is right. I've shown the designer ballgown I want for my sisters, and she keeps insisting none of them would look right. I needed something MORE. My budget was high enough to purchase any dress in the store, but still, she would tell me how each dress made me look fat, like my boobs were about to pop out, look old, ect because lace and sleeves tend to be rather out of style at the time. Finally, we go to this TINY out of the way boutique. I find a beautiful ballgown with lace details and a long lace train that was removable. It was a bit too much to me, but I knew the seamstress could take out a few layers of petticoats and tone it down just a bit. We both cried. It looked like my great-grandmother's. I order it, as well as the dresses for my sisters, which the dress shop could order. My mom starts pulling Mother of the Bride, matronly dresses. She hates all of them and looks visible upset in every one of them, just as she had at every other shop. I told her to pick a dress she would wear again, since she cruises yearly, but she had so far insisted on a matronly dress. I finally pushed, grabbing a pretty bridesmaid dress for her to try on. She took longer than I did, going through more dresses, until at last she found the one she liked. It was a low-cut, teal ordeal with a very ornate rhinestone back and shoulder straps. She's in tears, saying it's the only dress she liked, but she didn't want to "out shine the bride" with how beautiful the back was and the short, sweep train (less than a foot). I assured her that nothing she wore would out shine a white lace ballgown with a monarch length train (about 12 feet), and I bought the dress from her, making arrangements for all 4 ordered dresses to be sent to my mom's preferred seamstress.
Knowing getting a 5 or 7 year old to wear a crown would come down to them wanting to wear one, so I bought 10 crowns and took them to my parent's house, letting the girls try all of them on and pick the one they like.
According to my mom: they can't wear crowns if you aren't wearing one! They'll outshine you. And why don't any of them match? (I'd picked 10 different crowns, all of the about the same size.)
So I order an ornate platinum and cubic zirconia crown. I didn't think I needed it, but with my mom, sometimes I just have to do things her way... sort of.
I pay for the tailoring of all 4 gowns and BF's kilt. I tried to buy my MIL's dress, but she beat me to it and refused to let me pay for anything.
Knowing my mom is perpetually late, I arranged for everyone, my parents, sisters, and brother (16), his parents and brother (18), and us to stay at the same boutique hotel where we would be having the wedding. It was a local wedding, no more than 20 min for anyone, but I wanted everyone to be able to sleep in as much as possible and still be on time.
The room I rented was HUGE. It was the penthouse suite with 2 big bedrooms, a full kitchen and dining area, a breakfast bar, and a sitting area with 2 couches and huge, floor to ceiling windows overlooking the bluff, beach, and lighthouse. It's beautiful. It's spacious. Takes up half the top floor. By my mom's insistance, we instead had to get ready in her suite. It was smaller, about a quarter of the size, but it "would be easier with the girls." She insisted the girls HAD to have their makeup done first, and put their dresses on as soon as possible. Their big, light colored, and unfortunately itchy dresses. Instead of letting them sit on the couch, she made them sit on the floor with their skirts laid out around them, and they weren't allowed to do anything but play on their tablets. MIL isn't very comfortable with makeup, so she only got lip gloss and mascara. I'd brought my own makeup kit with my own clean brushes. (I had the same make up box and several eye pallets as the artists.) I gave the artists free reign with the color pallet; they're the experts after all. No lashes. (I'm of the opinion that they look unnatural and weird.) I was given a nice, soft look with a bold eye. My mom got a full on night look, even paying the artist cash for lashes while I was getting my hair done and helping my sisters with getting their crowns on.
BF's Mom took all of the photos and video; BF's dad was handling the music (only one warned about the wedding March being different); BF's brother got ordained and presided over the ceremony. My brother had to stay home after sleeping in the same bed as his gf, who had COVID, because she missed me, and her quarantine was almost up. (Guess who got COVID) My dad walked my mom up the small aisle, helped get my sisters to go in on time, and walked me down the aisle.
We started 15 minutes late because my mom HAD to have wrist corsages for the moms. I'd asked her if she thought she would want one while I was making all of the arrangements (they were silk flowers I arranged myself), and she'd said no, and my MIL told me not to worry about it. So instead of having galaxy orchids and stargazer lilies, she had a last minute lily and carnation, homecoming kind of corsage, which she was unhappy about. She also insisted on ME taking photos of her pinning on my dad's corsage and him putting her corsage on her wrist.
We had a little oops, with the first take of the ceremony not actually being taped. The second take went well, broadcasted, and we shut everything down, cleaned up our stuff, and went to the foyer of the hotel to wait for the limo.
My mom complained about the girls being uncomfortable, and I told her they could change, and that she should grab snacks and drinks for the girls; it was a 45 min drive. Dinner was incredible. We were in our own room; we had custom menus which were the regular menu minus the prices. I told everyone to order whatever they wanted. Nothing was off limits, and that all of the dishes, minus the meats, were family style.
Everything went according to plan as far as I knew, save the streaming issue, the limo stalling once, and high centering once. Everyone is exhausted and happy. Then next morning everything is great, everyone goes home happy, and me and hubby go home to pack for honeymoon.
In the aftermath:
I gave photos to my mom; she was passed that his mom looks reserved and elegant; she looked like she was going to a prom.
The photos of the corsage pinning look like prom photos.
MY MOTHER hit on my HUSBAND'S FATHER in the elevator on the way down before dinner.
And I was a bridezilla because I wanted things my way, and wouldn't take any input on anything.
So, Reddit, was I a Bridezilla or was my mom just a Momster of the Bride?

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Chapter 165 – The moment a new kind of warfare began “Six stretches are confirmed, Ma'am,” a myiat Ensign called out into the communication network of the Mindihajai, watching the ship's sensors as it hovered within the space of the coreworld Gewelitten. “Estimated time of arrival about 20 uniform minutes.”
As she listened to the officer, Commander Jireynora chewed on the joints of one of her long fingers with her incisors, feeling how her tough yet loose skin glided along the flesh and bone underneath from the pressure of her teeth. Her almost copper-colored eyes were fixated onto the readings of the sensors she had on one of her own screens.
“We don't have permission to engage should they turn out hostile,” she then announced after taking her finger out of her mouth to do so in an authoritative tone. Still...she didn't like this at all. “However, get some of our hunters ready, just to be safe. And start on establishing a grid.”
“The humans have already done that, Ma'am,” another Ensign replied to her command, to Jireynora's surprise. A three-dimensional layout of the local space with flight-paths and orbits of all of its celestial bodies and debris appeared on a different screen of hers. Then, a moment later, the mentioned grid appeared within the established map, dividing it into even and easily marked and differentiated cubes that all had a unique designation. “We'll upload it into our ships and tell our pilots to be at the ready.”
Jireynora could only nod to herself. Humans worked fast.
“Remind them to familiarize themselves with the grid,” she then ordered, even though the reminder would hardly be necessary. Still, it was always better to say it one time too often than one too little.
In the boundless three-dimensional space of the void where there was no up or down, it was hard for pilots to orient themselves. Establishing a grid helped a lot with that, however that still wasn't even worth half as much if the first time the pilots actually saw the grid was only once they were already behind the damn steering.
She released a labored breath through her nose as she once again looked at the readings. For an invasion, this was certainly quite clumsy. Using a hyperspace of this length to approach was basically begging for trouble, since they could already detect it this long before their supposed opposition even arrived. A surprise attack was certainly out of the question. So what was the angle here..?
“Anything else our action-happy allies would like us to know?” she then asked over the line again, just to make sure she hadn't missed any other developments that the higher-class deathworlders were already putting into motion.
“No, Ma'am,” the Ensign replied, with a tone that gave Jireynora some pause, causing her ears to turn a bit more in the direction of her speakers as he continued. “Communication is a bit choppy at the moment. Seems like they have lost contact with their people on the ground.”
Jireynora's ears widened even more as one of them twitched for a moment. An attack on two fronts? Maybe the hyperspace was just a distraction? The humans' Admiral was down there, wasn't she?
“Are they requesting aid?” she wondered as her finger rose to her mouth again.
“Negative,” the Ensign replied relatively quickly, though his tone still suggested that he didn't quite know if he was happy with the information he provided. “They say they have it handled. Their suggestion to us is to focus on our own protection in case the arriving ships turn out to be hostile.”
Jireynora scoffed. 'Suggestion'. Very funny. Not like she wasn't supposed to take orders from the Admiral and Vice-Admiral in her current position. Sure, officially she was 'accompanying' them into this system as an ally and not under their direct command. But she wasn't an idiot. She knew there was a damn good reason that someone higher ranking than her hadn't been sent along on this trip.
“Very well, if they don't want our help, we're not going to force it on them,” she said with a dismissive sigh. Probably better that way anyway. She didn't have to waste her resources or her people. “In that case, keep a distance from whatever is arriving. And make sure the pilots are ready again.”
“Yes, Ma'am,” the Ensign replied. And after that, there was little more they could do but to wait and keep a close eye on their sensors.
The twenty minutes of estimated arrival time sure dragged on a lot as they weren't able to do anything. It didn't help that their allies weren't being very talkative at the time, barely communicating outside of important information and their own movements.
But ultimately, time did move linearly, and what was in motion would eventually arrive. They couldn't see the arriving ships yet, of course. On any visual sensors, the only thing visible was still the brightly shining ends of the hyperspace stretches that protruded into the system, glimmering in colors that one would not see during any other phenomenon. However, based on their distance, what they could see was currently still around eight minutes in the past as the light reflecting off the now arrived ships would have to travel a bit before it would reach their eyes and cameras.
But luckily, they had sensors that were a bit faster than visuals.
“Dispersal of the hyperspace-stretches confirmed, Ma'am,” her Ensign informed her about what she could already see on the sensors herself. A wave went through the fabric of space as the stretches instantly snapped back into their proper, original length once the generators keeping them stable had been deactivated – and just like the stretch itself, those ripples moved far faster than light.
Of course, nothing within the universe could move faster than light. However, that rule didn't apply to the universe itself – or even parts of it. After all, technically, they weren't 'in' the universe.
“Make sure to be ready to pin down the next stretch,” Jireynora ordered as she sat up a bit straighter in her Commander's seat. Whatever those ships wanted, they couldn't achieve it from this sort of distance. They would have to come closer if they wanted to do anything but talk. And she doubted they were only here to talk.
Then, she glanced over at another one of her screens, situated on the left side of her, slightly above her eye level. The screen still showed the established grid – as well as the positions of every ship they could currently pin down within it.
The U.H.S.D.F. cruisers 'Civil' and 'Of the Roses' were around the size of her own Mindihajai and had also kept their distance. The human's enormous flagship 'A place in the Sun' stuck a bit closer to the emerging stretches. It was a wild thought to have, but...given everything she had learned about human weaponry ever since their alliance had emerged some months ago, Jireynora almost suspected that the still quite unfathomable distance that the Atrocity-class kept from the arrival of their enemies may just have been its own effective firing range.
Most weapons were useless across distances like this that took even light itself minutes to travel, of course. However...the same wasn't necessarily true for the heat that the U.H.S.D.F. was packing.
Still, even the Sun wasn't exactly forming the front line here. No, that was formed by a long row of coluyvoree ships that made up a good part of the local defenses for this system. Jireynora counted a total of twenty ships of many different sizes but of very similar design. As all habitat-style ships, they were tube-shaped and had very little in terms of decorations on the outside. Still, their bright white color differentiated them quite firmly from the basically true-black, barely visible silhouettes of the human ships.
The largest ones were three battleships about half the size of the Sun. The next biggest were five destroyers that were about a third bigger than the cruiser she was Commanding. The coluyvoree also had cruisers. Ten of them. All slightly smaller than her Mindihajai. The last two appeared to be some sort of support ships. If she was honest, Jireynora didn't quite know what to make of them, since she wasn't familiar with the models at all. That kind certainly wasn't widely used among even the Communal Military.
A coluyvoree flagship was not among the defending ships, which was...odd considering they were so close to their homeworld. However, every species handled that sort of thing differently. There was most likely a flagship around somewhere, that was however not getting involved since the supposed attackers that were arriving there were already so wildly outnumbered here.
“Travel-sized hyperspace generation detected!” an Ensign suddenly called out, interrupting her thoughts. So they were indeed getting closer.
Jireynora scowled a bit. She had already seen the signals of the much thinner and smaller stretches that were sent out by the coluyvoree in an attempt at communication earlier. It seemed like negotiations had probably failed, considering they had not gotten any sort of 'crisis averted' from their supposed allies.
Of course, across a distance like this, hyperspace travel may as well have been instant in many cases, meaning they only had a few seconds or less to pin down where the ships would jump to once the generators fired up.
Though as Jireynora's tension built while she awaited whether they would lock onto the position in time, her eyes widened slightly and her teeth bit down onto her finger to the point that it was almost painful as a ping suddenly appeared on the grid she shared with her allies. That...had barely been a second. And the humans already had the location? How?
As she took a moment to silently wonder, her ship already reacted to jump away from the expected point of arrival while the coluyvoree forces did the exact opposite and turned their dangerous sides towards the emerging stretches that brightly outshone the local star for a moment as they emerged not far from their current position.
Jireynora's eyes narrowed as she watched things unfold. Six ships jumping this deeply into a defensive formation? Were they suicidal?
“Get us more distance. I don't like this,” she ordered with a grimace. High-class deathworlders were of course known to be a bit paranoid at times, especially the ones coming from planets with hyper-competitive evolution. But still...her instincts told her something bad was lurking in the bushes here. And she'd rather not become some feral hog's next meal today.
“Yes Ma'am,” the Lieutenant handling the ship's course confirmed.
“What about the humans?” she then wondered, directing the question at a different officer.
“Are holding their position, Ma'am,” the Ensign from earlier informed her directly. “Should I suggest they move as well?”
Jireynora thought for a moment but then slowly shook her head to herself.
“They know their tactics better than we do,” she said, feeling pretty confident that people from a class IV world, primates or not, would be able to recognize when something stank. “Focus on our own safety until they request our assistance.”
“Understood, Ma'am,” the Ensign confirmed.
With her eyes focused onto the screen showing the visual of the hyperspace-stretches, she caught just a glimpse of the ships emerging from them before all sensors went completely dark for a moment as the hyperspace of her own ship clouded them in complete darkness by all possible definitions of the word. As brightly as the phenomenon shone whenever you watched it from the outside, that spectacle of light didn't even come close to comparing to the complete and utter deprivation of everything that you found inside of it. Sometimes, the void of space was called empty but the true meaning of that word only became clear to those who had seen hyperspace from the inside.
Myiat didn't get void-sickness like so many other species when they looked upon the vacuum of space while moving within its clutches and yet...even someone as experienced as Commander Jireynora had to admit that her stomach did always start to tremble at least a bit whenever she saw all of her sensors go dark as the space outside of her windows turned into a flat sheet of complete blackness that may as well have been the true-black paint her allies' ships were coated in.
Luckily, their current repositioning was only relatively short. Not that Jireynora actually had any fear of hyperspace, but...she sure as hell didn't want to spend any more time in there than she absolutely had to.
Breaking back out into normal spacetime as the stretch dissolved, all sensors immediately sprung back into action, and the first thing Jireynora's eyes darted towards was the established grid that now quickly updated itself to everything that had occurred while it was temporarily blind.
The brief 'blink' had been enough for the coluyvoree ships to completely surround the new arrivals in a threatening sphere-formation while their human allies had made just enough room to not be in the way of that. The opposing sides were now close enough to each other to switch to regular frequencies for communication instead of needing to rely on hyperspace, meaning Jireynora could only guess if any sort of exchange was happening between the factions here, which really irked her.
Couldn't the damn tree-people at least keep them in the loop about stuff? Oh well, no use in getting angry over it to herself now...
A bit later, visuals started to reach them as well. Although things were still reaching them with a relative delay at this distance, the Mindihajai was still close enough to the events that were unfolding to at least see what was going on in a reasonable amount of time.
Jireynora had a stern look on her face as she watched the sphere of coluyvoree ships hover around the intruders in a restraining manner. Surely, their weapons were primed to take out the opposition's hyperspace-generators the moment the uninvited guests would attempt to jump again. They had well and truly maneuvered themselves into a tar pit with no escape. And yet...that still didn't really check out, did it? As they hovered there in the middle of that ball of death, the recently arrived ships themselves had in turn taken up their own semi-spherical position, guarding each others' backs as they faced the overwhelming odds they had brought against themselves.
“Correct me if I'm wrong, but...those are zodiatos ships, aren't they?” she then wondered aloud once she had taken a moment to really look at the visuals reaching her eyeballs there. The ships that had arrived were rather large. Of course, they had to be for such massive occupants. Their exterior was painted into a similar mossy gray-green as the proboscidea themselves tended to sport´. Though otherwise...they just looked like normal ships. Much unlike the human murdermachines she found herself in the company of, those 'attackers' certainly didn't sport the look of something that would simply barge into a defensive formation and expect to come out on top. However, exactly the fact that those things didn't look especially dangerous made the feline all the more worried. Also...what were zodiatos doing here in such a manner anyway? Weren't they one of the coluyvoree's closest allies?
Still, all they could do was wait and see what happened. Or maybe what had already happened, given the delay that was between the actual action and any sort of perceptible signal reaching their current position.
Maybe negotiations were actually still-
Jireynora grimaced as she couldn't even finish that thought before she saw one of the zodiatos ships taking a shot at one of the coluyvoree cruisers. The fight had already begun.
Looking into the past, Jireynora saw the cruiser quickly react to the shot as it did its best to evade the projectile coming its way at relativistic speeds. Of course, relativistic in this case only meant as much as 'worthy to be mentioned in the same sentence as light speed' without actually coming all that close to it. However, that was still plenty fast to be extremely hard to avoid.
As the stark-white coluyvoree cruiser tilted its axis out of the projectile's path, a large gash was still ripped into the armor of the ship, and Jireynora didn't need any confirmation to see that the hull had been breached. That meant decompression. That meant...the crew of at least one entire section of that ship was now dead.
Inside, she felt a brief sting for the lives that were just lost, however the feeling didn't quite manage to fully dominate her mind as another thought overwhelmed it entirely.
“One shot? They fired one shot!? Just what the hell is going on?!” was all that she could really think. Who the hell was surrounded and fighting back to back with their allies and fired one single shot? Was it just spite? That was the only explanation she could come up with. But even then, if they wanted to go out with a bang...wouldn't they at least all fire?
“Travel-sized hyperspace generation detected!” the ever-vigilant Ensign suddenly called out, noticing the sudden emergence of signals before Jireynora did as her eyes were affixed to the ongoing battle. “Multiple signals! Ten- Twe- Fif- thir- twenty..?” he paused briefly in his futile attempt to call out the number of signals as the signals reported by their systems were more alike to a frequency than any sort of constant value as they rose and dropped by sometimes multiple tens at a time each second, giving no clear indication just how many ships were actually in motion.
Jireynora's eyes darted from the heavily fluctuating number back to the visuals in pure confusion. Hyperspace? Why were hyperspace-stretches..?
Her eyes widened and her breathing stocked in her throat as her gaze fell upon the strange spectacle that had by now already occurred multiple moments ago, but was only now becoming visible to her and her crew.
Obviously, the coluyvoree had not taken the attack on one of their ships lying down and, after briefly moving to close their formation even further, had fired their own volleys of projectiles at the still unexplained zodiatos. Unlike their opponents, what they fired was far from a single shot, as an absolute rain of projectiles closed in on the ships trapped in the middle of the formation at speeds that were hard to comprehend for a mortal mind.
Of course the coluyvoree ships were positioned in such a way that none of them would be in the trajectory of one of their allies' canons in their current formation, however with the sheer volume of shots being fired, Jireynora couldn't deny that she felt a certain worry about accidental friendly fire occurring despite that. Ricochet was a thing, after all...
However, what she actually saw with her own eyes a moment later was far, far worse than simple friendly fire, and it stunned her to her very core, because what she saw there at that moment, it simply...defied explanation.
As the shots were already heading towards them to tear their ships to absolute shreds, the muddy green zodiatos made no motion to even try to evade the projectiles. No. Instead, they seemed to take shots of their own, firing back at the overwhelming force of the coluyvoree.
Another act of spite. It had to be, Jireynora thought. Simple defiance before the end would come. She could think of nothing else that it might be. And yet...
After they had been fired, the shots from the zodiatos' ships flew without anything strange happening for around 500 measures, behaving just like any other projectile would until suddenly...
Jireynora's eyes widened and her pupils constricted to pinpricks as they had to witness how the very fundamentals of what she thought she knew about warfare in space and the technology involved suddenly challenged.
After they had reached that certain 'safety distance' from their origin, the projectiles suddenly...'activated'. That was all she could call it really.
With a burst of light, the things suddenly illuminated the space around them, leaving them as hazy, barely perceptible spheres. For a second, Jireynora thought that those must've been the hyperspaces that they had picked up on, but that assumption quickly turned out to be so very false as the light of the projectiles slowly started to...extend around it.
Like a balloon slowly growing as you blew more and more air inside of it, the strange light began to stretch out into growing spheres around the projectiles as they hurled through the void. The expansion was so quick that soon enough, the entire group of invading ships was entirely enclosed by the enormous spheres of strange, hazy light.
The rain of shells fired by the coluyvoree crashed against this newly created...well, the best word that Jireynora could find for it was 'shield'. And to her utter horror, she now witnessed how the torrent of projectiles simply seemed to...fizzle...against this alien barrier, going up in sparks of light that didn't seem to leave as much as a scratch on the mind-boggling phenomenon before her.
Meanwhile, the 'shield' itself kept growing for just a bit longer, before its expansion suddenly ceased as the spheres had presumably reached their maximum size. By now, they were larger than some of the ships attacking them.
And just because their expansion had ceased, that by no means meant that their movement had also come to a halt. Separating from their briefly 'unified' state again, the massive balls of hazy who-knew-what-the-hell-it-was kept flying in the direction of the coluyvoree's surrounding sphere-formation.
Obviously, the local defense ships had already made moves to avoid the incoming projectiles from the moment they had been fired, however...those projectiles now suddenly were a thousand times larger than they had originally been when the evasive maneuvers had begun.
No amount of adjustment was going to make a difference now.
With terror taking a tight grip of her blood, all Jireynora could do was to bear witness as the hazy globes of destruction moved towards the white ships in what felt like slow-motion, their inevitable strike becoming clear a long time before it actually occurred.
The worst thing was that, in the back of her mind, she knew that what she saw was only a replay of the events. In reality, they had long hit their mark.
For a moment, the feline Commander almost wanted to look away. However, she knew that she couldn't. She couldn't avert her eyes from this...this historical event. Because she knew it. Like so many times in history, an entirely new kind of warfare had emerged yet again.
And as those so often did, it had decided to announce itself with a spectacle.
So...her eyes remained glued to the events that were unfolding as the first hazy spheres finally made contact with the ships they had been aimed at. Six shots. Eleven kills. It would've been twelve had one of the shots not seemingly been slightly off-center, missing just enough of the smaller of the two ships it had hurled towards to leave most of its bow-half intact.
All the other ones, however...
Whatever that hazy phenomenon was, it seemed to be packing an overwhelming amount of sheer force as it crashed against the ship's armor, denting it out of shape upon the first minuscule contact. And as if that wasn't horrifying enough, blunt force didn't seem to be all it brought to the table. Just like the projectiles that had fizzled against the haze earlier, the armor that came into contact with it so quickly began to glow, bubble, and melt that the only thing Jireynora's mind could equate the heat that must've been emitting from it at that moment to was the burning plasma of a star.
The coluyvoree ships stood absolutely no chance. Battered and broken and melted and...beaten...the remains of the eleven ships in the spheres' paths now floated through space as nothing but dead scrap that was fit only to serve as a graveyard for their former crews after the spheres had passed them.
Jireynora's eyes shot as wide open as they could and her gaze immediately snapped around a bit as she realized the destructive path of the attack had not ended with that first hit, and her eyes soon fell onto the pitch-black outline of her more closely allied ships that had decided to remain close to the proceedings. Were they still in range?
As her eyes darted from one ship to the next, she could feel every hair on her body stand up as she realized with horror that the massive 'A Place in the Sun' indeed found itself in the path of one of the spheres with only mere moments more time to react to it than the coluyvoree had at its current distance. And so far, it didn't look like the massive flagship had made even the tiniest movement to evade the shot.
With her claws digging into the armrest of her seat and her tail swaying as if it tried to batter her chair down, she stared wide-eyed as the hazy orb approached the Sun, hundreds of measures at a time. Then, her intense focus turned out to be a big mistake as suddenly, a flash of light of incredible brightness blinded her, stinging right into her eyes as a one of the hyperspace-stretches they had already detected long before this moment opened up, swallowing the Sun and moving the massive ship out of harm's way at a near-instant.
She quickly averted her gaze and painfully rubbed her eyes, doing her best to blink away the effects of what was basically a flashbang that had burned into her retinas.
After a few moments of painful concentration, she managed to get enough of the opaque orbs floating around in her vision to recede so that she could frantically glance up at the screen with her sensor-readings again.
She had seen one stretch there. So what was happening now that still made the number of signals look like someone was trying to draw a sine-graph with their values?
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With a deep bellow escaping from his chest, all four of Congloarch's fiery eyes were dead focused on the sudden...thing...he was seeing in front of him. Mere moments ago, thunder-like sounds of explosions had erupted all throughout this facility that he had found himself locked up in for a long while, and not a few seconds later, there air itself seemed to have suddenly become...
Well, he couldn't quite describe it. As much as the tonamstrosite strained his eyes, he couldn't make heads or tails of what he saw.
A strange haze seemed to have spread throughout the facility, moving so quickly that its spread was basically impossible to follow before it already arrived in his close proximity, stopping just before it came dangerously close.
What was it? He had no idea. There was no visual indication. It was just...a haze. Almost as if an incredibly hot fire was burning just underneath it, distorting the air. He inhaled deeply through his nose. There was no smell to it. Now that the loud thundering was over, it also seemed to make no sound. Or...at least no sound loud enough to be audible over the ringing in the lizartaurs ears.
After the strange haze had approached them, he was using his tail to hold back Moar, who had seemed to have gotten quite the fright at the sudden eruption of noise.
He didn't know if the old lady had any desire to try and approach this strange...phenomenon...however he wasn't going to take chances.
Suddenly, there was a piercing shriek somewhere nearby. It was hard to tell where. The sound seemed to only come through the walls of the building itself instead traveling louder through the hallways like one would expect. Congloarch's eyes narrowed at the strange haze even more. Was it blocking sound somehow?
Either way...muffled as it was, he knew that voice. And if Admiral Krieger was shrieking in pain...then there truly must've been trouble.
Still holding the rafulite back from doing the same with his long tail, the tonamstrosite began to slowly approach the strange haze, careful to keep his momentum and all of his limbs in check.
Once he was within reach, the armored titan then released another low bellow, contemplating for a moment longer before slowly and carefully reaching out one of his claws in the direction of the haze.
He only touched it with the very tip of the claw, which was supposed to be nothing but dead keratin. Yet still, he had to jolt his hand back instantly as a burning pain shot through his entire arm, as if a white-hot needle had been rammed straight through its entire length instantly.
As one of his eyes shot to look down at his hand, the tip of his claw was gone, leaving nothing but a flattened, scorch-mark riddled stump behind.
Releasing a deep hiss and very glad that he had not tried to touch it with any more important part of his body, Congloarch quickly retreated from the haze again, deciding not to mess with whatever this was.
“What in goodness' name...” Moar mumbled as she, too, stared at the unexplainable occurrence. It didn't seem like, in all her years, she had ever seen anything even remotely like it. And Congloarch could not claim any more experience of his own on that front.
This was something new. Something...alien.
“What do we do?” Moar then quickly snapped her attention around, looking at Congloarch directly with wide-open eyes. Immediately, her claw began to nervously comb through her fur as she spoke. “Admiral Krieger sounded like she was in deep peril!”
Congloarch could only grunt through his long teeth.
“What can we do?” he wondered both aloud and to himself. Whatever this was...there seemed to be no getting through it. They were lucky they hadn't gotten caught in the path of its expansion. “I don't think-”
His word was cut off as suddenly, the haze just...vanished. Before his very eyes. Disappeared like it had never been there in the first place. Well...that was if one ignored the path of destruction it had left.
Congloarch's mouth remained hanging open for a long moment.
Was it...over?
His question was answered when suddenly, the sound of a new explosion echoed through the halls. However this one sounded a lot more...'traditional' than the ones he had heard before the haze had so suddenly begun to spread.
To him, it sounded like a breaching-charge. It seemed like someone had decided to grant themselves entrance.
This...probably wasn't over.

I suffered from crippling gastritis for over 10 years, it affected my mental and overall health, took all the medicines, diets, lifestyle changes you can come up with and more, visited several doctors and did all the test (even gallbladder, pancreas and liver tests) and stomach PH, Sibo. Its likely that if you have read about it, I have tried it. You can see my posts in the past here, desperate searching, looking for a solution after 10 years of struggle. I am not promising this will heal you as it did me, but If you were to follow on any advice that is at least not going to hurt you, let it be this. I can guarantee you I've felt your desperation, pain and anxiety for over a decade.
Bismuth, Omeprazole, Pantoprazole, Rabeprazole (been on an off them for years at a time), Famotidine, Ranitidine, Antibiotics (They never found H.Pylori but still decided to put me on antibiotics), Domperidone, Metoproclamide, IVs with Vitamins and Glutathione, PepZin Gi, Iberogast, BPC, Mastic Gum, Multivitamins, Digestive Enzymes, Colostrum, Gelatin, Collagen, Glutamine, Curcumin, fasting, keto, boiled food only. Obviously, for years no spicy food, no alcohol, no caffeine, no smoking, no chocolate, nothing really tasty. I would also avoid eating protein because it made the indigestion feel x10 worse (no eggs, chicken, fish, meat)... Hell, I even did intermittent hypoxia, and hyperbaric oxygen therapy (It did help my tinnitus however).
Everyday after eating, I felt what I can only describe as a 15-30 minute relief, followed by a "stone" in the stomach, feelings of indigestion/dyspepsia that lasted for 3-6 hours post eating, bloating, discomfort that turned into actual pain at times, acid reflux when waking up (burnt throat).
I learned to sleep on a chair for years (actually sitting with a very very mild inclination, similarly to a plane chair) to avoid the bad reflux (this led me to chronic neck pain and tensional headaches which I am currently working on fixing) no food or water 4 hours before bed.
In 90 days of a drastic diet change based on a simple principle, I healed 80-90% of my gastritis symptoms, in 180 days gone, after 270 days or so, I am now working my way to slowly quitting taking Omeprazole and antiacids but I experiment no discomfort, note: today I ate 9 Oreos, drank a beer, had pancakes with jam . This would have been unimaginable 6 months ago. All of this while my stress levels remain the same through-out the journey (stress was never a factor).
Now I am not saying this will change your life like it did mine, but if you have tried everything and you experience symptoms similar to mine, give this a try. Just for the record, I have read hundreds of relevant research paper about gastritis, I often felt I knew more about gastritis than the specialists I visited, ill say this with the utmost respect to medical professional in something as uncertain as gastritis, most don't have a clue what they are dealing with, they are stochastic parrots with A/B/C options.
What changed everything for me was stumbling upon "Fast Track" by Dr Norm Robillard, now I am not saying you buy anything from him, ill give you the scoop. The reason why I found him was because although my gastritis was pretty terrible, it was my reflux that was really messing even with my capacity to sleep, I had given up hope on ever fixing my gastritis, but had hope on fixing my reflux, after all I was worried of Barret's Esophagus which is a pre-cancerous condition (was even consulting with a doctor for potential surgery).
His theory is pretty simple ill get into it soon, but here are my own findings from reading hundreds of academic research papers and my own experience A lot of people can get gastritis from "x" (it can be whatever) but gastritis technically heals relatively fast (matter of weeks/months) If you feel you are not healing while you are being respectful with your diet and habits, If you dont have atrophic or auto-immune gastritis (which are very rare) if you dont have H.pylori and/or if your pancreas/gall bladdeliver are all functioning properly, something ELSE is wrong. In general as a rule of thumb for most, you can assume that if you dont have H.Pylori but you have chronic gastritis while being responsible for 1-2 months without improvements, there is a very, very high chance there is an overgrowth of bacteria taking place.
You can screw up your stomach lining doing something silly, out of stress, Covid, whatever it may be, its pretty irrelevant, pretty much everyone (some with more tendency than others) can get a gastritis's.
What is the first thing Doctors do ? They give you Omeprazole or Famotidine and a pat in the back of course, its on the manual.
Long-term Omeprazole (PPIs in general) and H2 Blockers are the biggest friend and foes imaginable for the gastritis sufferer, and they are in my opinion more often than not the reason behind most issues even if indirectly. Anything that lowers stomach PH is an aid to heal relatively faster, at the expense of changing a very complex ecosystem that was DESIGNED to have acidic environment for a reason. Not only because it dissolved food but it stops the proliferation of bacteria in an area of the body that deal with the highest bacteria activity than any other organ. Lowering your PH just by 0.1 fir months WILL by itself cause noticeable changes in your microbiota, now imagine lowering 0.5 or even 1 sustained for weeks/months.
When you take omeprazole for a couple of months, you will get bacterial overgrowth in the earlier long intestinal tract, there is NO WAY around that, its non-negotiable, you have lowered the PH chronically, you have allowed these things to proliferate, for some this problem might have even been there before Gastritis, before omeprazole, you just made it worse, hell, for some it might be the reason you have gastritis on the first place too.
There is going to be fermentation from this bacteria feeding on the food and releasing Methane/Hydrogen, this built up gas which in turn makes night reflux happens as your sphincter relaxes while you sleep, the acid will burn your stomach and esophagus/throat, this perpetuates a never ending cycle of impossibility to heal. But it does not simply stay there, when there is gas build up in the small intestine (while you are awake and not sleeping) the sphincter interprets that as having an overload of food (it is full after all), so the Pyloric sphincter (the "valve" that connects the Duodene and the small intestine) will not open up, allowing the stomach to hold up the food for longer which consequently leads to acid further irritating the stomach, when what you really need is for the food to leave your stomach as soon as possible, the less activity the better, in layman terms, the gases are "fooling" your nervous system to have a delayed gastric emptying, not to the point where it becomes gastroparesis, but to the point where you are often experimenting the symptoms of functional dyspepsia (which in a nutshell are all the symptomatic discomforts of gastritis). In the medical world, functional dyspepsia and gastritis are very cool words which mean "idk what the hell it is, but there is inflammation, bloating, discomfort and/or pain, that is why you get omeprazole, not an answer as to how you can cure the source of your problems, its all way too inclusive and generic.
So you see, gas is the problem, that creates reflux during the night (irritating the stomach lining), and delays gastric emptying during the day (irritating the stomach lining), gas generated by bacteria's that shouldnt be there, because you changed the habitat of a very delicate ecosystem. So you see, maybe your gastritis was because you were sipping margaritas and takin ibuprofen, or whatever it was, the point is, good Ol´Omeprazole is low-key not allowing you to heal because it promotes a dramatically negative effect. You are probably on your 6th month taking PPIs, fighting the rebounds for a second time, but you were never really fine on the first place, you are constantly setting yourself back, prolonging the cycle of bacteria proliferation. Quitting PPIs is an art, and this hunts and hurts a lot of people that don't know what they are doing, because as I said, Omeprazole always ends up becoming the issue, you came for "X" and you left with "Y" problem.
Ok enough talking, how do you fix it ? In principle its simple, you need to starve the bacteria and eventually get off the PPIs, H2 blockers and antacids. If you accomplish this, there is a solid chance you will heal your reflux and gastritis.
So how do you starve them ? You make a drastic diet change. I know, you probably been there before, but this one is gonna hit you like a Mike Tyson hook, my dear boy. Fun fact, I did a SIBO test and got negative even before starting this diet, and that is the point, you dont need to be diagnosed from SIBO to have issues with bacteria overgrowth, I wont get into too many details, but SIBO diagnosis and standardization is not where it needs to be, if you have what is known as "Methane SIBO" but you have an overgrowth of certain Eubacteria and archaebacteria known as methanophiles (they feed on Methane) but you also have an overgrowth of other bacteria which produce Methane (methanogens) your breath test might claim you don't have SIBO, when in truth, you do, but that is another chapter.
Say bye bye to the following;
-Potatoes (in any shape or form) -Rice -Artificial sweeteners -Anything with Lactose, potentially anything lactose-free too -Fructose (Yeah that too, say bye to fruit for a while)
Bet you ate a lot of the above, thinking it was cool, eh ? I remember eating rice for 4 months straight (lost 20 pounds) and felt worse daily, makes sense now, same with potatoes.
There are a few things more, but pretty irrelevant, instead lets focus on what did I eat ? You can look into the book I mentioned above, or if you want extreme, do as I did. All I know is that I starved the living crap of whatever was causing my reflux and bloating, and as a consequence my gastritis healed.... This was never a goal, it was by accident, by trying to fix 1 problem I solved everything.
I ate minced meat, eggs, salmon, olive oil, chicken, dextrose (you don't need to go into ketosis, buy dextrose) which is a super fast acting sugar (just be careful with it) the cool thing about dextrose is that its glycemic index allows it to be absorbed incredibly fast, not allowing to ferment (unlike fructose) and use it on things, I often did sweet omelets', sounds disgusting, well, they are disgusting, but it did the trick for me. No vegetable, just full blown protein diet with dextrose, I did drink a lot of green tea, but I have been doing that for 8 years.
1 month later reflux and bloating gone, 3 months later, pains and overall acid sensation gone, 6 months later, I am eating Oreos and KitKats! I no longer do the diet, I eat whatever I want nowadays, its been 3 months of eating freely, again, I am pretty responsible but gastritis is no longer a drawdown, my focus is fixing all the issues caused by over 1 decade of changing my habits around it. I am very conscious that I am likely vulnerable to suffering gastritis again which is why i will never get out of line with my stomach, but I am very positive and hopeful I can continue to live a normal life when it comes to my guy. I am not out of the woods I still need to quit PPIs but I have a very long-term approach which is working. For those that may wonder, my last endoscopy revealed gastritis is gone (first time I get that diagnosis in 7 endoscopic tests)
Yes, I suffered daily for 10 years, and I suffer no more. I hope you can heal, friend.

Thank you to u/mehakarin69 for the following additions:

• Killer Sans as a separate character
• Axetale Sans + Aliza (as well as their skins.)
• Last Genocide Sans as a separate character from Dusttale Sans
• Dust Sans' new base design
• The Fanon Sans taunt
• Dustbelief Papyrus as his own character
• Most of the new stages
• The Axetale Flowey skin
• The Othertale characters
• Underfell Chara
• Changes to the plot
• Lore clarifications

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Characters

• Undertale:
  • Frisk
    • Base design: Whatever skin color looks closest to the game sprite. Closed eyes with really thick eyelashes. Short, brown, slightly messy hair. Black/Navy Blue shorts. Black socks. They have the manly bandana wrapped around their forehead, a bandage on their cheek, the tough glove, ballet shoes, and the heart locket. In addition to using the bandana in their attack animations as a mid-range attack, they also use the stick and throw their various consumable items.
    • Classic (Changes their model to an exact translation of their sprite to a 3d model. Expression is completely unchanging, with three rectangles representing eyes, nose, and mouth. Boots go all the way up the legs. No visible separation between pants and sweater.)
    • Lightner (Hypothetical Lightner Frisk design.)
    • Tenacity (Red scarf and blue jacket over their normal clothes. Gives Frisk a new intro and outro animation.)
    • Overtale (Goat Frisk.)
    • Overtale Nuvex version (Tanuki Frisk.)
    • Shifty (They have Mettaton’s haircut)
    • Prince (Underkeep boy version.)
    • Princess (Underkeep girl version.)
    • Zombie [Obtainable during Halloween event] (Green skin, tattered clothes, and eyeball hanging out of one socket.)
  • Chara
    • Base design: Chara’s design is a pretty faithful recreation, though they also have the locket around their neck.
    • Ghost (Transparent with a red filter and glow.)
    • Scary face (Completely black eyes and distorted smile that drips black fluid.)
    • Lightner (Hypothetical Lightner Chara design.)
    • Overtale (Goat Chara)
    • Underfell (Black overalls with a red heart on the front pouch.)
    • Prince (Underkeep boy version.)
    • Princess (Underkeep girl version.)
    • Vampire [Obtainable during Halloween event.] (Pale skin, fangs, black cape with red interior, dark green button-down suit, long black dress skirt.)
    • Dark Elf [Obtainable during Christmas event.] (Dark green cape and hood with yellow highlights, pointy ears, dark green light armor.)
  • Toriel
    • Teacher (Toriel in the teacher outfit she wears in the Pacifist ending and in Deltarune.)
    • Underswap (Crown and cape.)
    • Story Shift (Armor she wears in the Story Shift AU)
    • Overtale (Human Toriel)
    • Monarch (Underkeep dress)
  • Sans
    • No Jacket (Self-explanatory.)
    • White Slippers (Self-explanatory.)
    • Yellow Eye (His eye will turn yellow instead of blue in his attack animations.)
    • Overtale (Human Sans.)
    • Story Shift (King Attire from Story Shift AU)
    • Fancy Bones (Underkeep Sans outfit.)
    • Fanon (Sans wearing a white wig. Includes a special taunt where he pulls a blue glowstick out of his shorts.)
  • Papyrus
    • Cool Dude (Wearing his cool dude outfit.)
    • Scarf (Long, red scarf instead of a cape)
    • Jogboy suit (The clothes he wore in the Alphys date scene.)
    • Story Shift (Caretaker of the ruins outfit from Story Shift AU.)
    • Sir Papyrus (Underkeep Papyrus outfit.)
    • Santa Papyrus [Obtainable during Christmas event.] (Papyrus wears a Santa outfit and fake beard. His projectile attacks are now presents instead of bones, and he says “NYOHOHO!” instead of “NYEHEHE!”)
  • Undyne
    • Armor (Wearing her Royal Guard Armor)
    • Date Clothes (Dressed in the suit she wore during the Alphys Date Scene.)
    • Deltarune (Cop with no eyepatch.)
    • Overtale (Human Undyne)
    • Baroness (Underkeep dress.)
    • Android [Beat Story Shift Undyne in campaign] (Undyne’s Story Shift design.)
    • Creature from the Black Lagoon [Obtainable during Halloween event.] (Gillman face, fins on arms, large hands, webbed fingers, digitigrade feet, webbed toes.)
  • Alphys
    • Date dress (Dress she wears during the date.)
    • Teacher (Clothes she wears in Deltarune.)
    • Overtale (Human Alphys)
    • Lotus (Underkeep dress.)
    • Ghost Costume [Obtainable during Halloween event.] (Sheet over her with eye holes.)
  • Mettaton
    • News Anchor (Standard-looking news reporter clothes.)
    • Queen (Dressed similarly to Queen from Deltarune.)
    • One True Love (The dress he wears in his song “Oh! One True Love”)
    • Gothaton (Gothic clothing on Mettaton)
    • Overtale (Human Mettaton)
    • King Mettaton (Underkeep suit.)
    • Love Letter [Obtainable during Valentine's event.] (Red where black normally is, heart buckles on his shoes, heart-shaped halo, angel hair wings when in Neo mode, slightly pink hue to the grey parts, lighter pink on pink parts.)
  • Muffet
    • Buffet (Buffet is a blonde baker spider who appears in the fan comic “Cafe Frisk.”)
    • Underswap (Wearing her attire from Underswap.)
    • Royal Baker (Underkeep dress.)
  • Asgore
    • Mr.Dad Guy (Wearing Mr.Dad Guy sweater.)
    • Gardener (Wearing his clothes from the Pacifist route ending and Deltarune.)
    • Caretaker Asgore (Based on his outfit from Underswap)
    • Dr.Asgore (Based on his outfit from Story Shift)
    • Great Knight (Underkeep armor.)
  • Flowey
    • Starbucks Employee (Based on a Shenanigoons joke, which I felt should be there given how this idea came to be.)
    • Cyclops (Flowey in Horrortale.)
    • Boogie (Flowey in Story Shift.)
    • Wilted (Flowey in Underfell.)
    • Void (Gaster Flowey from Fatal Error.)
    • Robot (Flowey in Understeam.)
    • Infected (Flowey in Axetale.)
  • Asriel [Complete Story Mode]
    • Throwback (Normal clothes in God of Hyperdeath form.)
    • Boyband Asriel (Based off a piece of Concept Art of Asriel with boyband hair.)
    • Gardener (Clothes from his Mafiatale design.)
  • Genocide Frisk [Beat them in campaign]
    • Base design: Similar to normal Frisk, but with dust covering their hands, cheek, and sweater. They also have different accessories equipped. They use the real knife and empty gun in battle animations, and they wear the stained apron and the cowboy hat.
    • Classic (Same as Frisk’s Classic skin but with dust on their cheeks, hands, and sweater.)
    • fAnOn Vs CaNoN (Pink cheeks and open, red eyes.)
    • Happy Halloween [obtainable during Halloween event] (They now wear a Michael Myers costume.)
  • W.D. Gaster [Complete Story Mode on Nightmare mode.]
    • {REDACTED} (The Redacted sprite.)
    • Retsag Gnid Gniw (Upside down Gaster sprite fully realized.)
    • Everyman (The Everyman sprite from one of the Amalgamate battles.)
    • Memory Heads (Cluster of memory heads.)
  • Temmie Armor [Unlock every Frisk in the game]
    • Design: An Ironman-style suit of armor covered in Temmie's face and painted with the color scheme of Temmie’s sweater.
  • Burgerpants [$10,000,000.00 DLC (or 110% completion reward. One of the two.)]
    • Underworld (He looks the same except has a bruise on his arm which he got from bumping into a doorframe.)
    • TS!Underswap (Grillby’s branded delivery boy outfit.)
    • Burger-ley (Outfit swap with Berdly.)
  • Toby Fox [Get the Annoying Dog easter egg with every Undertale character including Burgerpants.] {WARNING: This character is insanely unfair to fight against. Use only if you do not value friendship or the structural integrity of your jaw and nose.}
• Deltarune
  • Kris [100% Completion reward]
    • Civilian (Non-Lightner form. Uses a giant pencil instead of a sword.)
    • Classic (Change skin color to match their sprite.)
    • The 13th [Avalable during Halloween event.] (Kris wearing a Jason Vorhees Costume.)
  • Susie [100% Completion reward]
    • Civilian (Non-Lightner form. Still has her axe.)
    • Punk (Black leather jacket with white undershirt and spiked wristbands.)
    • Evil Queen (Dressed like Bowsette.)
    • Containment Breach [Available during Halloween event.] (Torn-up clothes, green scales, sharp, bloody teeth, bone spikes jutting out of her back, and black hair going down to the tip of her tail.)
  • Ralsei [100% Completion reward]
    • Ralsei Dreemurr (Ralsei in Asriel’s clothes.)
  • Lancer [100% Completion reward]
    • Prince of Mischief (Bowser Jr. Scarf.)
  • Jevil [100% Completion reward]
    • Digital Circus (Swapped color palette with Pomni from The Amazing Digital Circus.)
  • Noelle [100% Completion reward]
    • Civilian (Non-Lightner form.)
    • Noelle the Red-Nosed Reindeer [Available during Christmas event.] (Gingerbread pattern dress and red, glowing nose.)
  • Berdly [100% completion reward]
    • Civilian (Non-Lightner form.)
    • Right out of High School (Outfit swap with Burgerpants.)
  • Queen [100% completion reward]
    • Metta-Queen (Outfit swap with Mettaton.)
  • Spamton [100% completion reward]
    • [BIGGEST] shot (Sparkling golden suit with dollar sign sunglasses and wads of cash jutting out of his pockets. Money particle effects appear whenever he moves, and one of his special moves is replaced with him dropping a palette of money on you.)
    • You Can (Not) [GET A REFUND] (Outfit based on Asuna’s plug suit from Evangelion.)
• Underswap
  • Sans [Beat him in campaign]
    • Rad Dude (Underswap version of the cool dude outfit.)
    • Christmas sweater [Obtainable during Christmas event.] (The sweater he wears in the Christmas Party comic.)
  • Papyrus [Beat him in campaign]
    • “THAT’S MY ATTACK!” (Change the orange parts of his design to blue.)
  • Chara [Beat them in campaign]
  • Frisk [Beat them in campaign]
    • Creepy (Frisk’s eyes and mouth are sewn shut.)
    • A true nightmare [Obtainable during Halloween event.] (Wearing a Freddy Kreuger costume.)
  • Napstabot [Win 10 battles as Mettaton]
    • T.S. Underswap (Napstabot in T.S. Underswap.)
• Underfell
  • Frisk [Beat them in campaign]
    • Flowerfell [Die to every Papyrus as Underfell Frisk] (Flowerfell Frisk’s design instead of Underfell Frisk’s. Similar moves, but their voice lines are different and their finisher cards are major scenes from Flowerfell.)
    • Collar (Red turtleneck and spiked collar around their neck with a gold chain hanging off of it.)
    • Blue and Pink (Sweater with pink, blue, and black stripes.)
  • Sans [Beat him in campaign]
    • Flowerfell [Die to every Papyrus as Underfell Frisk] (Flowerfell Sans’ design instead of Underfell Sans’. Same changes as Flowerfell Frisk.)
    • No Jacket (Self Explanatory.)
  • Papyrus [Beat him in campaign.]
    • Scarf (Wearing a scarf instead of a cape.)
    • Bad Dude (Underfell date attire.)
  • Toriel [Beat her in campaign.]
  • Underfell Asgore [Beat him in campaign.]
    • Casual (Underfell version of the pacifist ending clothes.)
  • Chara [Beat them in campaign.]
• Horrortale:
  • Aliza [Win the Betty boss fight on Insanity mode.]
    • Monster Disguise (Her disguise she wears in the comic.)
    • Horrortale Frisk? [Obtainable during Halloween event] (Aliza dressed as Frisk.)
    • Cannibal (Bloody teeth and bulging, bloodshot eyes.)
  • Sans [Beat him in campaign.]
    • Pink Jacket (Another tribute to Lythero.)
  • Papyrus [Beat him in campaign.]
  • Undyne [Beat her in campaign.]
    • Before the fall (Undyne from the intro of the Horrortale fangame, with a normal-looking eyepatch and crown, and splatters of blood across her face.)
  • Toriel [Beat her in campaign.]
• Glitchtale:
  • Chara [Beat him in campaign.]
    • Season 1 (The season 1 design.)
    • Total Hatred (Completely black with red eyes and mouth.)
    • Frisk [Beat him in campaign.] (Swap Chara for Frisk.)
  • Betty [Beat her in campaign.]
    • Amber [Beat campaign using only Betty] (Betty in her original form)
    • Hatred (Completely black with pink eyes and mouth.)
  • Sans [Beat him in campaign.]
    • Fear (Two pink eyes instead of two blue eyes.)
  • Jessica [50% completion reward.]
    • Original (Jessica’s first outfit design before the updated design.)
    • Hatred (Black eyes with blue pupils and black fluid leaking from eyes and mouth.)
    • Overtale (Skeleton Jessica.)
  • Gaster [Beat the first Error Sans boss fight.]
    • Void (Gaster’s form in the void.)
    • Original (Gaster’s season 1 design.)
• Story Shift
  • Chara [Beat them in campaign.]
    • Facing Demons (SS!Chara wearing SS!Asriel’s scarf.)
    • Reboot (Reboot Story Shift Chara design.)
    • FellShift (FellShift Chara design.)
    • Mask (Wearing a black mask with eyes and a mouth drawn on in red marker.)
    • Swap (SwapShift Frisk instead of Story Shift Chara)
    • Sweetheart [Obtainable during Valentine’s day event.] (Pink hoodie with cat ears and tail, and chocolate heart constantly in their mouth. No mouth animations.)
  • Asriel [Beat him in campaign.]
    • Classic (Wearing Undertale Asriel’s clothes.)
  • Mettacrit [Beat him in campaign.]
• Littletale
  • Littletale Frisk [Beat campaign on Unlooseable mode.]
    • Worker Elf [Obtainable during Christmas event] (Wearing a green elf costume.)
  • Littletale Sans [Beat campaign on Unlooseable mode.]
    • Elf on the Shelf [Obtainable during Christmas event] (Wearing a red elf costume.)
• Outertale
  • Frisk [Beat them in campaign.]
  • Papyrus [Beat him in campaign.]
  • Alphys [Beat her in campaign.]
  • Mettaton [Beat him in campaign.]
• Echotale
  • G!Sans [Beat twisted campaign.]
  • Echo!Frisk [Beat twisted campaign.]

(Note: Twisted campaign is an alternate version of the campaign mode with new battles and a second story that takes place alongside the main campaign. It’s also way harder. Sounds complicated, but there’s not a chance this game is ever getting made anyway, so it’s fine.)

• Underworld
  • Frisk [Beat twisted campaign.]
  • Sans [Beat him in twisted campaign.]
  • Alphys [Beat her in twisted campaign.]
  • Undyne [Beat her in twisted campaign.]
  • Muffet [Beat her in twisted campaign.]
  • Toriel [Beat her in twisted campaign.]
  • Asgore [Beat him in twisted campaign.]
• Katanatale
  • Frisk [Beat them in campaign.]
  • Sans [Beat him in campaign.]
  • Undyne [Beat her in campaign.]
    • Samurai (Dressed in samurai armor and a samurai mask.)
    • Frenzy (Dressed like Guts from Berserk.)
    • Armored Frenzy (Dressed in the Berserker armor.)
  • Gaster [Beat the twisted campaign tutorial.]
• Othertale
  • Undyne (Beat her in twisted campaign.)
  • Color Sans (Beat twisted campaign on hard.)
  • Natacarat Jester (Beat twisted campaign on insanity mode.)
• Outworlders
  • Error Sans [Beat campaign mode on Insanity difficulty.]
    • No Jacket (Self-explanatory)
    • Half-Error (halfway between Error and Geno.)
  • Geno Sans [Beat him in campaign mode.]
  • Fatal Error [Beat the true final boss (Insanity and up only).]
  • Dream Sans [Beat the Nightmare battle in campaign.]
    • Dream Papyrus (Based on a joke I sometimes make that Dream should have been a Papyrus. Replaces the model with a version of Papyrus that looks similar to Dream.)
    • The Mask (Wearing a Dream Minecraft costume.)
  • Nightmare Sans [Beat him in Dream’s campaign.]
    • Red (Dark red instead of dark green.)
  • Fresh [Beat campaign mode on Insanity difficulty]
  • Punk Frisk [Appears as the final boss of Fresh’s campaign. Beat them to unlock them.]
    • Base Design: African American with a ponytail that they dyed orange, wearing “YOLO” sunglasses like Fresh. They wear a sleeveless denim jacket, and underneath that jacket, they have a light pink shirt with an evil clown face emblazoned on it in black. They have a friendship bracelet on their left wrist, plaid tights, a denim short skirt covered in buttons, and long, black combat boots with yellow laces. They also have black lipstick, a nose piercing, earrings, and a gold canine. They go by He/She/They, so to any artists reading this who may be interested in drawing this edgy nightmare of a character, go with whatever gender you prefer.
  • Ink Sans [Beat campaign mode on Insanity difficulty.]
    • Star Sketcher (Based on one of Ink Sans’ alternate outfits)
    • Clean Brush (Based on one of Ink Sans’ alternate outfits)
  • Blueberror [Beat campaign mode on Destroy all Monsters difficulty.]
  • Core Frisk [Beat campaign mode on Destroy all Monsters difficulty.]
  • Paperjam [Beat twisted campaign on Destroy all Monsters difficulty.]
• Misc.
  • Disbelief Papyrus [Beat him in campaign.]
    • Pumpkin King [Obtainable during Halloween event.] (Disbelief Papyrus dresses as Jack Skellington.)
  • Dustbelief Papyrus [Beat him in twisted campaign.]
  • Dust Sans [Beat him in campaign.]
    • Base Design: Purple jacket with gray slippers.
    • Battle Damaged (Torn clothes and cracked skull)
    • Something old (Blue jacket and pink slippers)
    • Something new-ish (Blue jacket and gray slippers)
  • Killer Sans [Beat him in campaign.]
    • Zero Humans (Goku Black costume)
  • Last Genocide [Beat him in campaign.] (Finisher is Last Genocide phase 4.)
    • STAND PROUD (Dressed in Jotaro Kujo cosplay. Spirit Papyrus is dressed like Star Platinum.)
  • Last Breath Sans [Beat campaign on Insanity mode using only different versions of Sans.]
  • Reaper Sans [Enter the Konami code during the Error Sans fight and then beat the hardest battle in the game.]
  • X-Sans [Beat him in campaign.]
    • X-Chara (Swaps Sans for Chara and changes some attack animations.)
  • Sixbones [Beat them in twisted campaign.]
  • StorySwap Chara [Beat Sixbones on insanity mode.]
  • Seraphim [Beat him in Error Sans’ campaign on Destroy all Monsters difficulty.]
  • Axe Sans and Aliza [Beat them in twisted campaign.]
    • Beaten Down (Sans and Aliza’s outfits are damaged, and Aliza’s eye is covered with bandages.)
    • Axesanity (Sans is even more damaged than in the Beaten Down skin, and Aliza’s hood is popped and covered in dust. Aliza’s Red Butterfly attack is replaced with a Black Butterfly.)
    • Wedding Bells [Obtainable during valentine’s event.] (Sans in a suit and Aliza in priest garb. Aliza’s Red Butterfly attack is outlined with Axe Frisk’s spirit.)
  • Red [75% completion reward]
  • Papyrus.exe
  • Deigamer & Chara [Beat twisted campaign on Destroy all Monsters difficulty.]

Stages

• Undertale
  • Ruins
  • Snowdin
  • Waterfall
  • Hotland
  • The Core
  • Judgement hall
  • Throne Room
  • The Barrier
  • Mt. Ebott
• Undertale Yellow
  • Steamworks
  • Dunes
• Horrortale
  • Withered Ruins
  • Grillby’s
  • The Capital
  • Red Snowdin
• Misc
  • Schizophrenia (Dust Sans’ mind)
  • The Void
  • Omega timeline
  • Xtale

Feel free to suggest whatever characters or costumes you want to see added to this roster. My only rule for suggestions is I’m not allowing anything from Alphatale or Godverse.
Next time I post about this game concept, I will be going into detail on the controls and mechanics of the game.